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season of the witch | jeon jungkook

summary: he’s not a bad boy, he just gets himself in bad situations at times that lead him to bizarre happenings. for instance, he had no intentions of visiting an occult shop in the middle of the night in search for a phone… but here he is in the middle of October feeling himself fall for the self-titled witch who owned it. suddenly he’s gone from your casual heart breaker, to your sweet boy next door.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.˚ genre/au: heartbreaker!jk x witch!y/n [she/her], whimsigoth, modern witch, halloween .⊹✶ ✶ ✶☾✴

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆. 16.9k words˚.⊹✶✴

warnings: smut. fluff. very slight angst if you squint. honestly pretty cute. oc gives off whimsigoth vibes but honestly a big softie. mentions of spells and hexes. jk is a skeptic. oc has a black cat named. jk becomes a bit spiritual. honestly just a cute modern witch fic inspired by your 90s witch. no protection bc they’re idiots and didn’t plan. oc is scared to get in relationships. soft sex. oral sex [f receiving] jk is a service dom highkey. actual magic moments but they’re brushed over

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

mentions of the occult [loosely referenced] it’s just a little Halloween thing, fiction and not at all educational or informative

“Admit that we’re lost.”

The street was as dark as night and empty. It felt like they were the only two signs of life around and yet he refused to admit he’s lost. There’s lit jack-o-lanterns on people’s yards so he knows he’s still close to civilization and that’s enough to keep him going—and he swears he’s not being dramatic.

“We’re not lost,” he said, not bothering to look back at his friend who surely rolled his eyes with annoyance, following after him nonetheless.

“Jungkook, it’s late, I’m tired, just admit we’ve been walking in circles,” his friend said, words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook just smiled, pointing ahead at the first true source of light they’ve seen for a while, “Let’s go there.”

It was almost midnight and most businesses around here were already closed and yet there was a small shop with a red lighting store front and plants hanging from the ceiling. There was a sign on the door that said, ‘OPEN’, with its business hours printed beneath and the shop’s name painted on the window. He didn’t hesitate to swing the door open, hearing the bell above the door ring as they entered the strange shop.

There was so much to look at from books to multi colored rocks separated into groups with labels on them; Tiger’s Eye, Black Onyx, Topaz, Amethyst, the list went on. Hanging above were various green plants and small jars lining the shelves on the walls of rose petals, lavender, mandrake, and plants he’s never heard of before.

“What is this place?” Hoseok asked with a small scoff in disbelief as he held up a charcoal pentagram and a bundle of sage. There were skeleton paper weights and bottles of various oils that gave the shop an herbal smell he couldn’t tell if he liked or not.

Jungkook didn’t have much to say, only shrugged his shoulders in response as he let his attention be drawn toward a hanging suncatcher that caught the red light used to warm the plants in the cold. His hand reached out to touch, watching it dangle and effortlessly swing away from him. There was no one behind the wooden counter filled with handmade jewelry made of copper and nickel twisted in various designs of trees, moons, suns and vines circling around crystals. There was an open book at the counter and he curiously walked toward it, wondering if it was a product list or maybe even the name of the person working but he could barely make out the words or even the dark sketches.

Just as he came to admit there was nobody here, a soft mewl caught his attention.

Yellow eyes stared into his brown ones as he looked up at the wall of ceramic figures behind the counter, and a black cat sat perfectly still next to a small sc of a dragon. He couldn’t look away from it, even when a soft sound of footsteps were heard from behind a tall, woven tapestry with embroidered stars that concealed a wooden spiral staircase.

“Coal, where’d you run off to?” Your voice was light and whimsical yet when you appeared behind the counter, you were dressed in black, a lot of it. A long black skirt with a thin black top that had green vines laced throughout it. Over it you had on a black shawl slipped down your shoulders.

Jungkook and Hoseok shared a strange look as they stood unnoticed while you picked up your cat to scold him for leaving while you talked. Jungkook tried to grab your attention by clearing his throat and once your eyes were on his, he smiled, “Um… hi, we saw that your shop was open and we were won—“

“Coal, I told you to flip the sign,” you whispered to the black cat as you let him jump out of your arms with an annoyed meow when you whispered, “Bad kitty.”

“Uh…” Jungkook couldn’t hide his look of confusion at the way you acted, “We’re uh, we’re lost and we were wondering if you had a phone we could use to call a tow truck.”

“Oh? Have you been in an accident?” You asked curiously, tucking some hair behind your ear creating a small jingle with all the jewelry you wore.

“Funny story actually,” Hoseok said, making you look him over with a raised brow—unable to ignore the bloody hockey jersey he wore, “We were at a party and uh, we got robbed. It was a whole shit show, honestly, we’ve been walking for over an hour and our car broke down so we’re going through it and we really just need a phone.”

“Coal, can you get my phone?” You turned to the cat that had made itself comfortable laying in a basket of dried moss. The cat didn’t make a move to leave, instead he turned his head away making you roll your eyes and add, “Please?”

Jungkook watched the cat run off behind the curtain with interest before looking at you, your eyes already on his, “So what kind of place is this?”

“It’s your local apothecary! Herbs, oils, incense—your occasional occult stuff, we specialize in the craft,” you said with a bubbly voice, “All very interesting stuff.”

“I’ll say,” Hoseok lifted a finger to tap on the mason jar filled with green liquid.

“What are you supposed to be?” You asked rather suddenly, turning your attention to Jungkook.

“Me?” Jungkook asked, looking down at himself, “I’m Dumbledore.”

He thought the long white beard, oversized robe and elder wand made that abundantly clear. You looked him up and down, “Hm.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but release a chuckle at the way you very clearly judged his friend’s choice of costume, “Yeah, I told him he would pull no bitches dressed like th—“

“Hobi,” Jungkook cut him off, motioning toward you with his head at the way your eye seemed to twitch with what he said. He tried to think of something to say but you were no longer interested when your cat came with the top of a phone case in his mouth. He set it down on the counter, letting his tail curl around your arm before leaving with a purr.

When you unlocked your phone, Jungkook thanked you and quickly tried to call a tow truck only to be told there were none open now. Hoseok couldn’t hide the fact that he was tired and found himself lying comfortably in a dark green daybed surrounded by books, leaving his friend to deal with all the hard parts. You didn’t say or rush anything when he took your phone and instead chose to watch him pace back and forth dialing every number he knew.

“This place is cozy,” Hoseok admitted, “I could nap here.”

“Coal, does it all the time,” you said with a soft smile, both tuning out Jungkook who was getting more annoyed by the second.

“Hyung, please pick us up,” Jungkook said in the background, tired of the itchy long beard so he snatched it off.

“I might get a promotion this week, what’s something I can use to wish me luck?” Hoseok asked, looking around the shop.

“I can help you make a spell jar, grab a basket,” you said cheerily as the hockey player got up to do as told. Jungkook tapped on the glass counter, starting a staring contest with the black cat while you and Hoseok began to collect herbs.

“I’ll send you my location,” Jungkook told the person on the phone, “15 minutes? We can wait here.”

“What does cinnamon do?” Hoseok asked, drawing Jungkook’s attention toward him.

“Alright, thanks Joon.” Jungkook hung up the phone, “Namjoon is coming for us. What are you guys doing?”

“Have you ever done a palm reading?” You asked Hoseok, ignoring Jungkook.

“No, but I’m down to try.”

“Sorry for keeping you up,” Jungkook said with a tired sigh as he looked at you hoping for a bit of acknowledgment on your part but you were currently helping Hoseok seal a mason jar with green candle wax.

Look…

Just listen…

Jungkook doesn’t think he has a type. He’s been with every type of girl possible since he started college but he’s never spoken to anyone like you. It’s not even just the way you’re dressed or the way you speak to your car but it’s also the store you worked at—or owned[?]. You’ve got his best friend making a good luck spell in the middle of the night and yet all Jungkook could think about is how cute you were.

Your skirt was fitted and it hugged your waist perfectly, exposing your torso and the way your shawl hung around your elbows instead of your shoulders was hot. You had these eyes that drew him in too, maybe it was your smudged dark makeup that made them stand out or the way you didn’t shy from staring into his eyes but he found it hard to look away.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” you said to him, “I was going to stay up anyway. I’ve already set up water to charge overnight.”

His brows furrowed, “Well, thanks anyway. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi,” Hoseok said with a confident smile, “This great wizard is Jungkook.”

“Dumbledore,” you said questioningly, “You took off your beard.”

“It was itchy,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly.

You looked behind him, “Coal doesn’t seem to think so.”

Jungkook followed your stare, finding the black cat suddenly wearing the long white beard. Hoseok laughed, “Not you putting the beard on the cat, Kook.”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head, “Did I?”

You brushed past him, a soft scent of lavender incense overwhelmed him in a pleasant way and he couldn’t help but watch you in awe. There was just something about you… or maybe he’s had a long night and is imagining it.

“Joon is here.”

He can’t explain what it is but he can’t stop looking at you. Every move you made had his attention no matter how small and for a moment he forgot who else was around.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of his face, pointing out the window at the car parked outside, “Namjoon is here.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook shook his head to snap out of the small trance he had been in, “Um, thank you Y/n, for letting us in.”

“No worries, Dumbledore, it made for an interesting night,” you held your cat in your arms now, forcing it to wave its paw goodbye, “And I do hope you tell me if the spell worked, Hobi.”

The two wanderers left the small shop of wonders and got in their friend’s car without further question, ending their night on a strange note that left one of them with curiosity.

The shop was home to you. It is where you felt most comfortable and it was passed down to you from a young age. It was a responsibility to help everyone who walked in, even if they asked for questionable things, you had to be there for them.

That’s why when a woman came in with tears down her face and a bundle of cash, you couldn’t just turn her away. Today your friend was working with you and he excelled in this sort of magic better than you did so you let him take the reel. He never seemed to mind intervening in the love lives of others and the shop was a safe space for men who’ve just been robbed and women who’ve been wronged.

“He’s a cheater,” she cried, “He lied to me a-and he thinks I’m just dumb. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” your friend said with a small smile, “Men like that can’t just walk around without any repercussions.”

“Jimin,” you warned him softly, watching the way he seemed to get the woman hyped on the thought of getting back at her husband. This is where he specialized, any sort of love magic no matter how bad, he loved it. You weren’t like him, you believed too much in karma to involve yourself in bad situations but you were never able to talk him out of it and it made the customer happy.

“Hush, Y/n, a simple hex never hurt anyone,” Jimin said, practically kicking his feet with glee, “Would that make you feel better, honey?”

The woman nodded her head, completely hypnotized by your best friend he disappeared behind another curtain toward the greenhouse. You waited behind idly, unsure what to do or say when a delivery driver pulled up in front of the building. Coal had flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ while Jimin performed his magic and the driver got out of his car holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“Trust me, after this he won’t ever be able to please another woman again,” Jimin told her as he cut into a rotten eggplant.

You left the two quietly, making your way to the front door and ignoring the instructions Jimin gave the woman as she began to repeat the small chant he said.

You opened the shop door, stepping out, “Are you looking for someone?”

“Um… is this Scarlet&Sage? I’m looking for a Y/n.”

“That’s me,” you told him with furrowed brows, eyes widening as he practically shoved the bouquet of flowers into your hands and the gift box, asking you to sign before leaving. It took you a moment to process what happened before you headed back inside, just in time to watch Jimin finish the hex by helping the woman sew up the cut eggplant with candle wax and twine.

“You’ll want to leave this somewhere he can’t find it,” Jimin told her but you left before you could hear anything else.

You carried your things to the back room which was really just an extended shed of herbs and dried plants, Coal following close behind with curiosity as you opened up the small envelope inside.

‘Thank you for helping two strangers out so late in the night :) hopefully we’ll cross paths again

— Jeon Jungkook, Dumbledore’

The letter made you smile, a small blush forming on your cheeks when you pulled the lid off the box and gasped. Inside were two things, the first being a black hair clip with a pretty design on it and the second was a cat toy—Halloween themed. There was a sticky note on the plush skeleton fish that said, ‘For Cole’ on it that had you both sighing in disbelief.

Coal scratched at the note until it fell away from his new toy and ran away with it, surely to sulk at the misspelling of his name and pretend like he didn’t like the gift.

“Who’s the admirer?”

A light yell left your lips, nearly dropping the box as Jimin appeared at the doorway, “What admirer?”

“This one,” Jimin took the bouquet, examining it quickly with pursed lips, “Do tell me, Y/n, I am dying for the smallest sign of human interaction you might receive. I feel like you’ve become a recluse.”

“I have not,” you argued, letting him cut the tips of the stems, summoning over a vase with a wave of his hand that had it sliding across the wooden countertop to where he was, “I just… I do not have the time.”

“For?” Jimin asked setting the flowers up beautifully for you, “Oh whatever, just tell me who the flowers are from.”

“Nobody important,” you said almost shyly as your friend led the way back into the shop, ducking his head under twinkly lights and waving a finger to flip the sign back to ‘OPEN’, “The other night two men came in. They needed a phone and I let them use mine, that’s all.”

“Were they attractive?” Jimin asked with a raised brow, his instincts tingling at the hint of romance. Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams played in the background filling in the silence you left behind as you stopped to think about it.

The other night you met a dead hockey player and Dumbledore. Jungkook had been covered completely by old rags until the end when he took off the beard and even then the poor night lighting didn’t do well to make him attractive.

Still, part of you knew the two men would be considered popular just based on their looks.

“I think so,” you told him honestly, “It was hard to know, they were dressed up for a costume party.”

“You should have asked for their number,” Jimin said humorously, “Maybe then this god awful dryspell of yours would end.”

You rolled your eyes at his play on words before welcoming in a group of girls headed toward the crystals, “It’s not a dryspell and we both know it.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “The curse. You give it too much power, sure there have been accidents in the past but those were all mere coincidence!”

“I’m sorry, but my first boyfriend losing a finger just a week after he fingered me for the first time doesn’t sound coincidental,” you half whispered and half shouted.

“It was a bowling accident!” Jimin laughed loudly.

“And what about the guy next door who used to help me water my plants before his house caught on fire?” You asked with a tilt of your hand that had him shrugging.

“Maybe he should’ve worried about the dry air in his own home before coming to yours,” Jimin joked.

“I’m serious, Jimin. Anyone who shows even the slightest interest in me gets hurt, and I mean literally not figuratively,” you said.

It was not a secret and your best friend knew it. Everyone who practiced the craft around here knew of the curse bestowed upon your family.

A curse on any man that dared love any woman in your family—you’ve seen it happen before and you’re not interested in hurting someone because of a centuries old curse you were born with.

Jimin had nothing to say now as he looked at the flowers with such curiosity he could practically picture the man who sent them.

Jeon Jungkook was special and everyone around him knew it. From his looks to his personality, there was not a single person unable to be charmed by him. It was a gift, really, just one smile or one look and he could practically get whatever he wants.

Of course, that’s not always a good thing, and that’s why he takes full blame for what happened last weekend. If he had known the girl who flirted with him had a boyfriend… he would have never hooked up with her in the bathroom. If they never hooked up then his things wouldn’t have been stolen and his tire wouldn’t have been slashed.

Sometimes he forgets that his actions have consequences and that night he learned how much of an asshole he really is to kiss a taken woman. The only good thing that came from it was the strange visit to an even stranger shop with an owner who blew his mind away.

He was beginning to think there’s something wrong with him. Why can’t he stop thinking about you? At first he thought it was out of guilt for bothering you that late so he had flowers delivered as a thank you but you still haven’t left his head. He’s nearly forgotten what you look like and he doesn’t like that.

“I can’t believe I got the promotion,” Hoseok said with a smirk as he plopped down on the chair next to Jungkook’s.

“You worked hard for it,” Jungkook reminded him.

“What if that little jar really did help?” Hoseok asked curiously, making Jungkook laugh suddenly and his brows furrowed, “I’m serious, Kook. I really thought they were gonna give it to the other guy.”

“Hobi, you worked your ass off for it,” Jungkook told him honestly, “Some stupid jar of cloves and cinnamon didn’t do it.”

That made his friend roll his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still stopping by the shop to offer my thanks—“

“You’re going back?” Jungkook asked, a look of interest in his eyes, an idea running rampant in his head at the thought.

There was a sudden urge to see you again running through his veins.

The shop felt surprisingly cozier during the day and it smelled of pomegranate and basil. A few customers shopped around, unable to help themselves from watching the two attractive men look every bit out of place as they felt while a man helped behind the counter.

Jimin popped his head over a jar of worms, eyes widening as he practically ran up the spiral steps in search of you. Your eyes were closed as you imagined a white light running over your body eliminating any piece of bad energy in sight. A set of silver headphones played lulling sounds of nature and the flicker of white candles helped lighten the dark room as you attempted to do your midday meditation. You sat with your legs crossed neatly and your floral skirt touched the ground even when your body floated in the air in concentration.

“Y/n!”

You’ve become one with your surroundings, you felt the energy coursing through you with each deep inhale and exhale you let out and your body became weightless, unable to think of anything but absolute clarity.

“Y/n!”

The sudden yank on your headphones caused you to snap out of the trance, falling to the ground with a hard thud that had you hissing in pain, “Ow!”

“He’s here!” Jimin said, snapping the candles off while helping you untangle your headphones.

“Who?” You asked, wrapping your loose cardigan tighter around your torso.

“The one who delivered the flowers,” Jimin said urgently as he took your hand in his and practically rushed you downstairs. You didn’t even get a chance to put your shoes back on and you had to hold the end of your matcha green skirt up to keep from dragging across the floorboards.

“How do you kno—“

“Instincts,” Jimin said, wiggling his nose, “I can just tell.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him as you joined him downstairs, not fully believing he knew who he was talking about until you saw it with your own eyes. Hoseok was much more familiar to you than the other considering his costume still looked like him but Jungkook was the one who caught your attention. He ditched the gray robes for black jeans and a white shirt under a black and white leather jacket. His hair was sleek and he had facial piercings you didn’t remember seeing last time but he looked good…

“Y/n! I got the promotion!” Hoseok said cheerfully, taking your focus for himself. You smiled sweetly, “Really? That’s wonderful.”

Jungkook found himself speechless when he saw you appearing from behind the celestial tapestry. He can’t explain it but you looked utterly beautiful. The crystal suncatcher he had seen the other night proved its purpose today by reflecting a soft rainbow on your complexion and he found it hypnotizing.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He found himself asking, damn near stuttering. Today you wore a matcha green floral skirt and a cream colored cardigan matched with some crystals around your neck. It didn’t sneak past him the fact that you were barefoot but it seemed to fit you either way.

“I did, they smelled wonderful,” you said joyously, “But…”

His lips parted with worry, ready to ask what happened when a deep meow took his attention. Your black cat curled around your skirt practically begging to be picked up and you did just that, cuddling the feline against your chest, “Coal is a bit bothered by the gift.”

Jungkook was left confused, watching the cat who seemed to be glaring at him, “Cole is?”

“Yeah, you see, you spelled his name wrong,” you said with a sigh, “His name is coal like the carbonized rock, not a man’s name.”

“Oh?” Jungkook tilted his head, “Oh. Coal, black as coal?”

“It’s because he’s a black cat,” Hoseok said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world to name your cat after a fire starter.

“Well, maybe he could appreciate the effort?” Jungkook asked, trying not to think of how ridiculous he sounded practically begging the feeling for forgiveness.

“He’s a bit of a grudge holder but maybe he’ll come around,” you said with a distressed sigh, staring off into the distance seeming like your mind was miles away. Hoseok had lost interest in the conversation as he began to skim through a book about runes while your coworker slash best friend pretended not to eavesdrop behind the counter. Jungkook watched you curiously as you focused on a group of teenage girls nosing through the incense sticks.

“Whatever you said to Hobi seemed to work the other day, he aced the interview,” Jungkook said, feeling the need to try and talk to you still. There’s just something about you.

Your entire essence felt whimsical and he wishes he could pinpoint what has his heart beating so fast but he can’t.

“It was the spell,” you told him with a smile, letting it fade when he scoffed in disbelief.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious,” your eyes narrowed, “We put a lot of effort into it.”

Jungkook would love to argue about magic and spells not being real but it was very clear this was not the place to do it—especially not when he can hear the guy behind the counter offer a potion to someone. He seemed like a con artist and yet you worked with him, did that make you one too? When he looked at you, he could easily assume you were dressed up for Halloween, it was October and some people go all out for the month. That could be you…

Or you could be playing a part for the store, doing whatever you could to get the sales going even if it meant packaging herbs in mason jars and calling it a spell.

The look you were giving him made it obvious that you were beginning to question his intentions too and he felt the need to backtrack even if his instincts were telling him not to, “Well uh, whatever you um… did worked.”

You flashed him a pretty smile, already losing interest in him as you turned around to see who was in the store. He couldn’t help but try and follow after you in hopes of keeping your attention on him but when he took a step, he nearly tripped and had to grab you for support. The two of you looked down, a small laugh bubbling in your throat, “Coal! You do not play tricks on people just because you’re mad.”

The cat meowed in response as you suddenly dropped to your knees before him, his heart racing at the action until you began to untie his shoelaces which had been knotted together so he would trip when he took a step. Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t remember doing that.”

“It was Coal,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “If anyone knows how to hold a grudge it’s that cat. Coal, say sorry.”

As if the cat understood what you said, he meowed as he ran off, making sure to hit Jungkook’s leg with his tail. He shook his head in disbelief at the way Coal responded so human-like, wondering if his dog acted this way too at times but he didn’t. Bam was always sweet and energetic, not a grudge holder or trickster like the feline. With a sigh he tried moving on, looking around for you only for you to be going behind a curtain toward a greenhouse. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to follow you, not caring about the sign that said no customers and searching for you.

“So, Y/n, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow,” Jungkook said suddenly, “I was thinking we can get dinner as a thank you for the other night.”

“Oh,” you came to a stop, staring at a basket of molasses and shook your head, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jungkook was left speechless, unsure what to say as you once again seemed to disappear before his very own eyes, leaving him to look around confused and alone. He had no choice but to head back to the main store where he found you tying a string around Hoseok’s wrist. How did you move so quickly?

You mumbled something to his friend that he couldn’t quite hear and he’ll admit it made him a bit jealous. It’s not that he had strong feelings for you but here he is fighting plowing after that y only for you to wander off away from him. Was something wrong with him? Were you more interested in Hoseok? Jungkook had never struggled to keep a girl’s attention and yet it feels like your mind is everywhere else but him. Sure, you might be different from his usual type but did that mean he was different from yours? What kind of guy is your type anyway?

Someone with glasses who likes astrology?

“Jungkook,” you called for him rather softly and yet he went to you as if on command. You held up a string necklace with some sort of rock or marble on it and he didn’t hesitate to lean down so you could put it on him. It was a blue marble with a white circle and a black dot inside the circle.

“What is this?” He asked, swallowing dryly when your hands brushed against his neck.

“It has many names depending on where you’re from but, it’s an evil eye. It helps protect you from misfortune and anyone who wishes ill intent toward you,” you told him, making sure the bead sat perfectly between his collarbone, “I figured after the night you got your things stolen, it was better to stay protected.”

“Is there anything that would protect me against him, Y/n?” Hoseok joked, joining the two of you now, “If anyone brings me bad luck it’s Jungkook considering he’s the reason everyone’s always out to get us.”

He turned to Hoseok ready to tell him to shut up but his friend always struggled to read the room. Hoseok just laughed like he was telling the funniest joke, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. Who’s the one who made out with a girl who’s already taken?”

“I didn’t know,” Jungkook said and despite it being the truth, everyone looked at him differently now.

“So you’re one of those guys,” the man behind the counter said with a mischievous smirk that had Jungkook turning around to look at him. “One of what guys?”

“The ones I hex—“

“So!” You cut Jimin off suddenly, standing directly in front of Jungkook now, chest nearly touching his that his breath caught in his throat, “What are your plans for the night? Are we taking too much of your time? I’m sure it was a long drive out.”

“Is this a subtle way of saying it’s about time we leave?” Jungkook asked with an amused smile, a bit taken back by how flustered you seem to be. There was something charming about you, a complete stranger, and it keeps drawing him in. He finds you physically attractive in a way he’s never found anyone like before. He thinks you dress differently, you present yourself differently, you remind him of a fairy or some mythological creature—just enchanting… and it makes him feel ridiculous.

Why does he feel this way toward you?

“I—That’s not h-how I meant it,” you shook your head, blush running through your cheeks, “I just assumed you probably had more important things to do.”

“And what if I said this was the important thing for today?” He asked with a tilt of his head, not caring much for his friend who was busy looking at all the crystals or the guy behind the counter who pretended not to listen, “Talking to you.”

This time around he raised a smile from you, “It would be flattering, but I know it’s not.”

He smiled, “What if it was?”

You didn’t hesitate to look into his eyes despite the way he seemed to close the distance between you like you were the only two in the shop, “It’s not.”

“Why don’t you think so?” He asked, attempting to rest his arm on the counter only for him to hit Coal instead, awkwardly jumping back and watching you smile with amusement.

“Because it would be so sad to hold a mere occurrence with me, a complete stranger, with such high importance.” The tone you said it in sounded cute, like you were genuinely pitying him for living such a boring life even if that wasn’t the case.

It took Jungkook a second to process your response and he couldn’t go any further. It was very clear you didn’t want him around anymore and you already rejected his proposal to go out. He did not want to seem like a pushy person and he has to just accept that you’re simply not interested. Does it make sense to him? No. He’s a catch, every girl tends to want him—but he won’t push any further.

He swears.

“I guess we’ll get going then and let you get back to work,” Jungkook couldn’t help but look back down at your patterned skirt or pretty neck adorned with handmade jewelry, “Maybe next time I’ll buy something.”

“Next time?” You asked as he grabbed the back of Hoseok’s shirt, dragging him behind toward the front door. Jungkook smirked, “Yeah! I mean… this can’t possibly be the end, right?”

“Well, I didn’t think anything here would pique your interest,” you said looking around at the dangling gold stars and the hanging tapestries stuck to the ceiling.

“On the contrary,” he practically mimicked your form of speech as he shoved Hobi out the door, “My interest has been piqued. I’ll see you around?”

You wrapped your cardigan around yourself more snugly, feet finally growing cold under the flooring and appearing more flustered, “I guess so.”

He smiled, waving goodbye as he fought off Hoseok who nearly jumped over him to bid his own farewell.

“Oh, he’s smitten,” Jimin laughed the second the door shut with the chime of the bell above it. It made you roll your eyes almost instantly, “He’ll get over it. He seems like a flirt.”

“Mhm, and he’s flirting with you,” Jimin said, watching you with amusement, “Whatever shall you do?”

“What I always do,” you told him matter-of-factly, “Ignore.”

Jimin looked down at the book of moon magic before him, pretending to skim through it, “Like you always do? And how’s that working out for your love life.”

“Listen to yourself, you love witch,” you said with a groan, lifting a finger to slide the book away from him without touching it, “He’s a stranger.”

“Don’t they always start out that way?” Invincible hands opened the book for him as it slid across the counter till it was directly in front of him again and he resumed to read.

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to open up to someone.”

“It would probably kill them.”

“Yeah, but there are plenty of fish in the sea and way too many men in the world.”

The sky was a shade between blue and gray, and every now and then he could feel a rare drop of water fall on him as it threatened to sprinkle. The autumn leaves crunched under his thick shoes as he crossed the lawn of the courtyard on his way to his next class—running behind only a little.

You would think being in his last semester of schooling would make him have his shit together but it really only seems to make his life a bigger mess than before. It’s like it hasn’t clicked in his mind yet how close he is to the end and he still wants to spend his weekends getting drunk at parties and showing up to Monday morning lectures way too late.

“Jungkook!”

To be honest, he doesn’t ever want to admit it but his life is a hot mess. He’s all over the place—all the time. He gets into bad situations with girls and he does awful in school. He’s not that great at work and he struggles to focus on anything but he doesn’t know what to do.

The night of the party was a bit of a wake up call to him. Obviously he hadn’t changed yet but… he got his shit stolen and his car broke down in the same night. That’s enough drama to get a man thinking about his life choices. He needs to make changes but he doesn’t know how. How does he give up the parties and the drinking so he could take things more seriously?

“Jungkook!”

“Huh?” He slipped an AirPod out of his ear as he turned around in search of who called for him. About a foot or so away from him stood a girl, short blonde hair, painted red lips and Chanel jewelry on. She was the sort of attractive that anyone walking past might turn and stare but he just seemed to tilt his head with curiosity.

“We met at the club a few weeks ago, remember?” She asked, looking up at him with flirty eyes, “You bought me a drink?”

“I did?” Jungkook asked, letting his eyes trail down her head to her body and so on, “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you were busy today? I’ve seen you around campus and I still owe you for the drink so how about some coffee?” She asked running her fingers through her hair.

“I’m good but thanks,” Jungkook said, already attempting to walk away. He’s late for his lecture and he’s sure the professor won’t bother opening the door for him so he’s better off going to the library until his next class. He’s got two more lectures and then he’ll work tonight so there’s no time to go out with a girl he doesn’t even remember the name of.

“Wait! I just… yknow. I just want to say thank you for the drink,” she follows after him, “One cup won’t hurt anyone, right?”

He looked back down at her with a sigh. She really was cute and his usual type but he’s not interested. Sure he has about two hours before his next lecture but does he really want to waste that time on some girl he met while drunk [that he most likely only approached because he wanted to hook up with her?].

“Alright, can I pick the place?” Jungkook asked suddenly, watching the girls eyes widen happily as she eagerly nodded her head.

Jungkook had no idea why he agreed or where he even planned on taking her, he just knew it was a bit far but familiar—to him, at least.

He didn’t give her much room to come up with anything either before they were catching a bus to the other side of town where the buildings looked older and more fit for the fall season with the dead leaves and puddles in the dark pavement. Scarlet&Sage looked surprisingly busy today with customers going in and out without stop.

He only knew this because the coffee shop he was currently at was right across the street from it. Please do not ask him how this came about… he’s not sure. He just remembers seeing the cafè the last time he came over here and when the blonde girl asked for coffee it was the first place that came to mind. It had absolutely nothing to do with the whimsical character he’s encountered in the small shop of wonders.

“So, do you like the coffee here?” The blonde asked as they sat at a small round table near the large window that gave him the perfect view of the outside.

“It’s alright,” Jungkook mumbled, looking down at his cup wondering what you might be doing.

It’s not that he was weirdly obsessed or anything. He was just mildly interested.

Mildly.

His attention should be on the blonde but he couldn’t even remember her name and he was too embarrassed to ask. He talks to a lot of girls like her… he’s hooked up with a lot of girls like her and sometimes they all start to blend and he just can’t pick them apart. As stated, the blonde is hot, he’s not going to deny that and clearly he had approached her at some club for that reason but right now she just seems so bland.

It’s become a bit of a problem of his and he’s beginning to notice it. Jungkook did not consider himself a player by any means but he would be lying if he said he didn’t date a lot of girls. That’s why right now that he’s with some random girl who invited him to coffee, he couldn’t really think of her. He only agreed as an excuse to come to this side of town in hopes of stopping by the shop but now he’s stuck here with a stranger while you’re across the street doing who knows what.

The shop had been busy at open but once the rush had gone, things had visibly slowed down for the two witches. Jimin was bored to death, arguing with Coal over the dumbest of things and you tried busying yourself with useless flicks of your finger to turn on and off all the candles on the counter. Crystals by Stevie Nicks played from a small boombox tucked into a bookshelf and the cold autumn day dragged by too slow for your liking.

It’s not that you expect an exciting day on the regular but ever since you met those two strangers one October night, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would have more occurrences like that. When Jungkook sent the gift and flowers it was a nice surprise that brightened your day and when he and Hoseok popped in a few days later… well that also brought a sense of warmth. It couldn’t possibly be because you were interested in seeing Jungkook again despite how obviously handsome he was.

You do not allow yourself to fall in love or even gain a small crush toward anyone when you know the repercussions. Jimin could mock you for it all he wants but the curse has proven to be true time and time in your line of witches and you do not want anyone to fall victim to it because you foolishly allowed yourself to like someone.

Sure, deep down you’re a romantic but aren’t most people? Don’t most people wish to meet that one person that makes their heart race or their smile widen? Someone they find comfort in without even realizing it at first but once you do you don’t ever want to leave their arms? Isn’t that what everyone wishes even when they don’t know it? Even the most anti-romantic individual must at some point crave the intimacy that comes with finding the one they love.

It’s inevitable to feel this way but you can’t act upon any feelings you might have toward someone—you shouldn’t, and therefore you remain single despite something inside you wishing to change that. It’s for the best, honestly and maybe if you wish strong enough… you’ll never have to see Jungkook again because despite not knowing him at all… you can’t help but think about him.

“Y/n, I have a favor to ask,” Jimin said with a sigh as he joined you at the counter, “And there was nobody else I could think to ask this of aside from my most beautiful celestially whimsical best friend.”

The corners of your lips curved upward, rolling your eyes playfully as you waited for him to go on and just say it. His eyes met yours and with an adorable pout he asked, “Do you mind running to the post office for me? I’ve got a palm reading appointment in ten.”

“Oh, I suppose I could make a quick run,” you told him with a dramatic sigh, fighting back a smile when he squeezed your face in his hands. “I absolutely adore you, you beautiful witch.”

Jimin left to retrieve two white envelopes he needed you to drop off and you took them happily, heading to the door when you turned back to look at him, “Remind how amazing I am for doing the smallest of tasks for you.”

“Undeniably amazing.”

The coffee at the cafe was not memorable at all, in fact, Jungkook doesn’t know if he would ever come back again but deep down he knows he will, even if it’s just an excuse to stare at Scarlet&Sage. He’s ashamed to admit he couldn’t even pretend to act interested in what the blonde said and at some point she must’ve realized that because they sat together in silence. Her eyes wandered around the cafe while his focused on the brick storefront of your shop, wondering if he should stop by and say hello or not.

When the door seemed to open from the inside, he could physically feel his heart race and soon enough… you were there standing in a dark blue velvet slip dress with brown leather boots and golden star clips in your hair, shivering slightly with the cold and he acted before he could think.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook said abruptly, raising to his feet, not bothering to even look back at the blonde when she called his name and left the shop with all his things.

“Y/n!”

You read the sending addresses on the envelopes, smiling when you realized Jimin was sending this to a good friend of yours. At first, you didn’t hear the call of your name. If anything made you stop, it was the sudden howl of wind that had a stream of fallen leaves circling around you, following the sight of them until you turned back to find the one person you had been thinking about standing there before you.

“Jungkook?” You couldn’t hide the look of pleasant surprise on your face as you gave him a moment to catch up to you, “Did you trim your hair?”

That made him pause for a moment as he ran his fingers through the short black hair, shy smile on his face, “I did. Does it look bad?”

He didn’t ask where you were going when he began to walk alongside you. You shook your head, “I like it. It suits you, but I’m sure everything does, Dumbledore.”

“Will you ever let that go?” He asked slightly embarrassed by the worst night of his life and how strangely it was the reason the two of you met.

“Oh, of course,” you said, unable to catch the playful tone in his voice, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I didn—you didn—I just meant…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um… so what are you doing?”

“I’m running an errand for Jimin,” you told him casually, turning the corner of the block with him at your side, “And what about you?”

“I wanted to try the coffee place across the street from you. I missed a class today and had time so…” Jungkook bit his lip wondering what more to say.

“The coffee is not good,” you said and he smiled. “It isn’t.”

“So… Y/n, I know last time you said it wasn’t a good idea but… I don’t know, I was wondering if maybe we could still try and get dinner. I don’t mean to push bu—“

“Why?” You asked suddenly, big sparkly eyes staring at him that he felt his breath hitch when the two of you stopped in front of the post office. He had to blink away the shock a few times before he was able to snap back into reality. Jungkook reached for the door, hearing the sound of bells above as he let you brush past him and head inside.

Why? What did you mean why? Did you find it strange that he wanted to go out with you? Did you think he had no valid reason to seek you out? Did he?

You left his side to drop the envelopes down the shoot before returning to him with a soft hum, singing some indie song in your head, thanking him when he held the door open for you again.

“I wish I could give you a million reasons as to why but I can’t,” Jungkook told you honestly, watching the way you seemed to shiver in the cold again. You forgot a cardigan or shawl and were sincerely regretting it now. He didn’t hesitate to take off his crewneck, offering it to you despite the cold biting his skin now and he finished his thoughts, “I only have one, Y/n and I think it’s fairly simple. I want to get to know you because I find you beautiful and interesting and you make me curious.”

“A lot of people are beautiful and interesting,” you tried to brush him off despite the sudden warmth running through your veins as you became overwhelmed by the lingering scent of his cologne on the sweater.

“But not like you,” he said and he surprised himself. When has he ever called someone beautiful and mean it? Another rustle of wind carried dead leaves in the air, this time circling around the two of you and you couldn’t help but watch one get caught in his hair.

“I don’t get you,” you admitted, walking a bit faster toward the shop now, “We’re practically strangers still and I’ve said no once so… yknow… I mean… wouldn’t you have other girls to try? Probably prettier ones and more outgoing so really there’s no need to try and go out with me when I’m sure you have better options out there with people you’re much closer to.”

Jungkook scoffed, a small smirk on his face, “I didn't think there was anything to get. I… well… yes, I do know others who I could ask but I’m not interested in any of them, only you.”

Was it that obvious that he had become a bit of a player? A romantic who jumped into relationships or flings for the adrenaline they brought? Could you read that on his face? With the way you turned to look into his eyes, he wondered if that really was the case.

You shouldn’t involve yourself with him.

It’ll only complicate things.

He seems to be a flirt, he could get anyone he wants so why is he stuck on you?

You’re already a bit interested in him too and that’s dangerous but when you look at his neck and see the necklace you gave him, you felt happy—not good.

“I’m a witch.”

Jungkook chuckled suddenly, unable to tell if you were trying to change the mood or scare him off, “Good thing it’s October and it’s the Season of the Witch.”

He doesn’t believe you, obviously—or well, not to the extent that you mean. It’s not a secret you like the craft but he doesn’t expect you to have a flying broomstick lying around.

“It’s the truth, Jungkook,” you told him as you neared the shop, “And that means I’m not good for you.”

“Why? Because you have a black cat and love crystals?” Jungkook joked lightheartedly.

“No. Because I have a curse to those who like me and it could really put them in danger,” you said and for a second he seemed to falter… genuinely wondering if you were being serious or not. He doesn’t believe in magic or curses like you’ve convinced Hobi to but it was an odd thing to say… maybe.

Maybe it wasn’t odd at all considering your lifestyle choice but…

But…

No.

You can’t just suddenly tell him that and expect him to believe it. It’s one thing to be fascinated by it all and open a store about it and actually—

Magic isn’t real.

Curses aren’t real.

“So you reject me because of a curse?” He asked, studying you closely to see how he would react. You didn’t reject him because you were uninterested, but because you believe you’re cursed? He knew you were a bit odd when he first met you but to this extent? And to know it hadn’t scared him back to the blonde who was surely already visiting Jimin to hex him. “And not because you want nothing to do with me?”

You bit your lip, “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, “Y/n, curses only have power if you believe in them and I don’t.”

Your eyes widened, unsure if you should be offended by his utter blindness to the magical or amazed by his clear mindset. What were you going on about? Did you expect him to run away when you said? Had you hoped he would? Would that have made it easier to not think about him? Maybe he just doesn’t fully believe you yet. Magic is a hard thing for everyone to accept.

People don’t want to believe what they can’t see.

“I should head inside now,” you told him quietly and you could visibly see the way he dejected, with his shoulders drooping, “And there’s something sticking out of your pocket.”

Jungkook barely had a second to process what you said before you were leaving him alone outside with his eyebrows furrowed as he felt around his black jeans with confusion.

His gaze softened with curiosity as he pulled out a piece of folded parchment paper from his pocket and opened it hurriedly.

‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you but here’s my number. xxx-xxx-xxxx — Y/n ☽’

Despite the utter confusion he felt on how you managed to put this note in his pocket, he felt more happy to know you’re opening yourself to him. He could worry about the strangeness of this later when it doesn’t feel like he’s on cloud 9 from simply getting a girls number.

“Jungkook!”

He bit the insides of his cheeks to hide a growing smile as he stuffed the paper back in his pocket, looking up with surprise as the blonde came up to him, “What happened? You suddenly left with some weirdo an—“

“I’m not interested,” Jungkook rushed out, “I’m so sorry, I seriously am but I can’t even remember your name and I’ve been too embarrassed to ask. You seem very nice and I’m sure I would’ve loved to get to know you but… but I want to pursue something with someone else. She’s a witch, apparently, which I find it hard to believe but she’s given me this note and I have no idea when she managed to give it to me without me knowing but it’s all so interesting and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before over something so sm—“

“Asshole,” the girl gave him a small shove, cutting off his rant and stormed away from him. He watched her go with a bit of pity because she was right. He was an asshole… for taking her invitation and using it to meet you. For leading other girls on and leaving them when he was bored. For wasting their time and he swears he does feel awful now.

He wants to be different and he’s wondering if his racing heart for you would be the start.

Even with the shove the blonde had given him, he couldn’t help but smile and pull out the paper again to read over the note as many times as necessary just to remember today.

And so it began despite the countless amount of times you told yourself not to fall for anyone. It was hard when he was texting you as often as he could.

jungkook: I still want to kno how u got the note in my pocket

y/n: with magic, silly

jungkook: like a magician’s?

y/n: no :/

y/n: like a witch’s.

jungkook: …

jungkook: why are u so cute

y/n: glamour magic?

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Jungkook’s friend asked one day as they met up at the campus library. He looked up at Taehyung who sat down across from him on some comfortable lounge chairs, already getting his laptop out.

“Her name’s Y/n,” Jungkook sat up, “She’s a bit strange and unusual—but in a good way!”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Cool, I guess. Anyway, are you coming this weekend?”

“Where to?” He asked, biting his lip as he thought of what to say back.

jungkook: or maybe that’s just how u are

y/n: maybe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა but I’m dangerous

“Joon’s Halloween party,” Taehyung said, watching his friend smile before quickly typing.

jungkook: right…

jungkook: bc of the curse?

y/n: yeah

jungkook: nothing has happened to me yet

“Who?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he looked up for a mere second.

“Who?! Boy, don’t play with me. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, big meaty buff Namjoon, our friend?” Taehyung scoffed with a laugh. Jungkook chuckled, “Oh right. Um… maybe.”

y/n: that’s bc we haven’t gone out

jungkook: so let’s change that and test the theory

jungkook: what r u doing tonight?

“I’ve invited some girls to meet us there, super hot, trust me you’ll like em,” Taehyung said despite how obvious Jungkook’s interest in you seemed. He had literally just brought you up and yet Taehyung didn’t seem to think that was going to stop Jungkook from wanting to meet other girls.

“Yeah…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously as he waited for you to answer, “I’m not really interested.”

Taehyung audibly laughed, not believing his friend as he opened his laptop to do some work. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, “I’m serious. I’m talking to someone right now.”

“I mean… are you bringing her this weekend?” Taehyung asked, making Jungkook shrug his shoulders. “I’m not sure Y/n would want to go.”

y/n: it’s a full moon tonight

y/n: but I’m free

jungkook: want to go out for dinner?

y/n: okay ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

The smile that grew on his face from your text nearly slipped when Taehyung spoke up, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on man, it’s not like you’re dating anyone and if so when has that ever stopped you from a good time?”

“I’m not saying I won’t go, but I’m saying I don’t want to talk to any other girls, man,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he checked the time on his screen, “Alright, I’ve got to get ready.”

“Why? You don’t work till later, right?” Taehyung asked while watching his friend gather his things to leave. Jungkook nodded, “Yeah but I’ve got plans after so I have to get ready now. I’ll see you this weekend?”

Taehyung gave up on his friend and waved him off with a dismissed goodbye.

“A date?!” Jimin nearly yelled into your ear as the two of you watered the plants in the greenhouse, “You have a date tonight?!”

“No,” you shook your head, “It's not like that… Jungkook and I are just getting dinner.”

“As a date,” Jimin said with a roll of his eyes, “There’s no point denying it, Y/n. I will admit he’s not the type I thought you would go for but I support it fully if it means you’ll finally let someone in.”

“Why are you being so dramatic?” You asked, “I’m… I only agreed to dinner because he asked and I didn’t want to reject him again. Once he’s gotten. What he wants I’m sure he’ll move on to the next.”

“Y/n,” Jimin’s tone was stronger than usual, “I don’t believe that. Even if Jungkook seems to be the type… he can clearly tell there’s something about you that makes things worthwhile. Stop doubting it and just allow yourself to go out with someone.”

Just as you were about to try and brush this off with an excuse that you had to leave, Coal came prancing in holding the small skeleton fish Jungkook bought for him and set it before you to play.

When Jungkook arrived in front of the shop, he’s not sure what he expected. You looked as pretty as usual in a brown floral maxi dress and a thin lace cardigan and shimmer in your hair. You always looked pretty to him, natural and whimsical, ethereal. He’s not sure why he feels this way but he does and he likes the feeling.

“Hi,” Jungkook felt breathless as he held the car door open for you, unsure why he felt nervous at all. He’s been on hundreds of dinner dates, this was nothing new for him so why were his hands growing clammy?

“You’re nervous?” You asked, finger brushing against the front of his white shirt. A smile came to his face, “Maybe.”

“Why?” You asked even as your own heart raced with nerves.

“Honestly…” Jungkook bit his lip, waiting at your door, “I don’t know, you make me nervous.”

“Is that good or bad?” You asked.

“Good, I think,” Jungkook smiled as he shut the car door and rounded to his side.

He had no reason to be nervous, really, Jungkook was into you and he had a feeling you were into him too. Why else would you have agreed? Yes, you’re a bit strange and he still doesn’t understand what you mean by curse or how you got the note in his pocket but that doesn’t scare him. Why doesn’t that scare him?

Why did he suddenly feel like dinner wasn’t enough? He always had dinner dates. It was always his go-to first date idea.

You stared out the window as he started the car, completely unaware of his growing panic at the realization. You were more focused on the glowing moon than him and yet the silence in the car didn’t bother him. Usually, whoever he was with would talk his ear off but you were quiet right now. Were you growing bored of him before you gave him a chance to open himself up to you? Would you think the dinner reservation he set for tonight would be too cliché? You don’t seem like a 5-star restaurant date. You don’t seem like the type to care and yet he blindly set the date up in the same manner he did every other girl he went out with.

The thought alone was making him antsy and it was hard to miss the way his finger tapped against the steering wheel as he drove off.

“So, what restaurant are we going to?” You asked in a gentle voice, in hopes that maybe he wouldn’t seem so quiet. The question made him bite his lip, playing with his lip ring as his brows furrowed in thought, “I—um…”

His hands were clammy.

You blinked away your confusion, eyes dropping down to your lap as you asked, “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“No! I mean… I—I want to but uh,” Jungkook stopped at a red light, “I um…”

How does he tell you what he had planned tonight was the same thing he always did whenever he went on a date with a random girl?

How does he tell you that’s not what he wants for you?

“It’s a full moon tonight?” Jungkook asked suddenly, staring out his tinted windshield. You merely nodded your head silently.

“Change of plans then,” he mumbled to himself, turning on his blinker and when the light turned green he took a completely different route from that of the restaurant. You wanted to question him, wondering if he was taking you back home but after a while the city lights grew fewer and fewer and the hills got bigger and bigger.

Jungkook drove a short distance out of the city where large meadows began to cover fields and fields of hills. He pulled the car to the side of the road and without question he got out, opening the trunk first and you grew worried.

“Is this the plot twist? You drive me out of the city to plan my murder?” You jokingly asked as you got out of the car and joined his side. He rummaged through paper bags pulling out water bottles and small snack bags he must’ve bought a while ago. He grabbed an old blanket he tossed back there after crashing at Namjoon’s place and asked you to walk with him.

“No, it’s just,” Jungkook took a deep breath, trudging through the thick grass in the dark night with only the full moon and stars eliminating his way, “I want to do things differently with you. I wanted to get dinner, yes, but… but it’s a full moon, Y/n. Do you really want to spend your night indoors where you can’t even see it?”

He thought back to the star clips in your hair that shimmered like the sparkles in your eyes. The way you seemed to love the spirituality of life and he didn’t even have to know you well enough to know how in tune you are with nature. One look at you told him everything he needed to know and despite the cold autumn night… he knew you preferred it over wherever he planned on taking you.

“I…” you bit your lip nervously, following after him into the clear meadow surrounded by hills and a single road where the car had been parked, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook stopped to look at you, “I don't know how to explain it but you feel different to me. Since the first night we met, all I could think about was you and I don’t want to ruin the first chance you’ve given me to get to know you by doing the same thing I do every time. I want to do something that would be fun, maybe, different and more to your liking. I want to know why you brought up the moon tonight or why you talk about curses and glamours and why you enjoy the smell of incense. I want to know how the note got in my pocket and how you seem to communicate with Coal like you could truly understand him. The strangeness of it all fascinates me and sitting in a stuffy restaurant eating subpar food won’t tell me anything about you besides that you let me take you on a boring date.”

“You’re a bit strange,” you confessed, a smile growing on your face as small fireflies fill the meadow, “But I like it.”

Jungkook extended the blanket on the ground, throwing the things onto it before collapsing on his side waiting for you to join him. You sat down tucking your dress under your legs and moved to lay on your back, the sound of crickets somewhere off in the distance as you stared up at the sky.

Usually, Jungkook picked the noisiest of places possible so that he wouldn’t have to have his full attention on whoever he was dining with. If the conversation got boring he could always find somewhere else to focus before he would finally just invite him to his bed. Right now he’s got nowhere else to look aside from the night sky and you.

“Do you meditate?” You asked.

“No,” Jungkook said, turning on his back with an arm tucked under his head and the other on the blanket, “But I can try.”

“Okay, take even breaths and try to clear your mind,” you told him as you let your eyes close for a moment, “The full moon is a time to let go and welcome new energy in your life by reflecting on what you need to release.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he tried to listen to you, tried to visualize what he would like to let go. What did he need to reflect on?

Was it his grades? His shitty part time job at the convenience store? His past mistakes in relationships?

“Listen to the sounds around you, let them help you find inner peace,” you whispered with the wind catching his breath, small sounds of nature here and there, “Visualize your dreams, your reflections. Find your release.”

It’s his last semester of school and yet he misses class when he’s late. He agrees to go out with girls he has no real intention of getting to know and he puts himself in messy situations that drag his friends along too.

He’s tired of acting the same way he did when he was younger—never took responsibility and was always careless in his actions. Even the other when he went out with the blonde but not because he wanted her, but because he could use her as an excuse to himself to come seek you out. He disregarded her feelings.

When Taehyung approached him about the girls he wanted Jungkook to meet, he expect Jungkook to lie about seeing them even when he was interested in you because that’s what Jungkook usually did.

How does he change his ways?

Tonight he wants to release his toxic patterns.

He wants to embrace change and welcome the shift of energy you brought him. He wants to form deeper connections with those around him and open himself up to new possibilities, no matter how strange.

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s voice came out raspy as his hand felt around the blanket blindly until your fingers brushed against his and he was going to hold onto them, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You asked him, letting him hold your hand, ignoring the sudden tingle up your arm. His eyes opened, “How do you make me want to find comfort in you when you’re essentially still a stranger to me?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said.

“Tell me about the curse,” Jungkook couldn’t believe he was saying it. It was one thing to go along with the joke over text but now that he’s lying here with you, he’s curious.

“Really?” You asked looking at him, watching him nod his head making you sigh, “Why? You don’t believe in it anyway.”

“But you do,” he said truthfully, “And I want to see what makes you believe in i—“

His words slowed down as he watched a butterfly land on your fingertip as if you called for it yourself. He’s not sure if it meant anything or if it was just the utter fascination he had of you but he wanted to kiss you. It had nothing to do with getting you in his bed tonight and everything to do with just feeling you and when he raised his finger to touch yours, he took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You didn’t pull back like he thought you might, and before he could really process it, you were leaning into him. Jungkook placed a hand on your jaw, guiding your lips to his until finally, the softest touch made his insides melt. You kissed him gently, scared almost and his face fit perfectly between your hands as he hovered over you, eyes closed and warm to the touch.

Jungkook felt as if something burst inside him and he just wanted to chase that feeling with your kisses, unable to help himself from getting lost in the moment. He felt a bit numb to his surroundings, the only feeling he had was your lips on his and your tongue running along his with need. His breath was becoming short and the soft push of your hand on his shoulder had him pulling back reluctantly.

“You’re a good kisser,” you whispered against his lips and he couldn’t help but break into a smile, pecking your lips one last time before letting his head drop against your chest.

“It’s late,” he said with a small sigh as he looked up at you, finding your eyes stuck on the full moon.

You looked down at him and he could practically see the way you glowed underneath him.

He didn’t believe in magic or witches but, how else would he explain this feeling of being under a love spell?

And if he allowed himself to believe in love spells then did he have to believe in curses too?

“Now what do you mean you’re not coming tonight?” His friend asked, sporting Jungkook as he did a set of bench presses.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it,” Jungkook answered, counting how many he did, “I’ve got plans with Y/n.”

“And what? She won’t let you out for one night?” Namjoon asked with a slight roll of his eyes as Jungkook set the bar back in place and sat up with deep breaths, “She can’t come with us?”

“It’s not like that,” he shook his head no, “I haven’t even mentioned it to her.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but scoff as he took Jungkook’s place, “Why not? Would she be mad if you told her that you were going out with friends, for fucks sake?”

“What? No, No, Y/n’s not like that,” Jungkook was getting annoyed with his friend’s assumptions, “But I already talked about this with Taehyung. I’m not interested in partying right now or anything. I just wanna… yknow, chill?”

“You don’t even sound like yourself,” Namjoon said with a laugh, deciding to not push any further, “But whatever, I get it.”

“Get what?” Jungkook watched him move the bar to begin his set.

“You’re talking to someone,” Namjoon said with baited breath, “You've gotta be on your best behavior.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m holding myself back. If I wanted to go out, I would.”

He’s being honest. You’re not keeping him from anything and it’s not like he was forcing himself to be someone he’s not but this wasn’t that serious. Yes, he had a tendency to go out with his friends every weekend and lately that’s declined but it’s not because of you necessarily. He’s just realized he’s way too exhausted these days to exert this much energy on a night he would regret by morning. He made terrible decisions and he’s tired of getting himself in trouble because of them.

“Just say the word and we can leave whenever you want,” Jungkook spoke into your ear as you looked around at everyone surrounding you. It was loud and packed with people in costumes, all looking to spend a fun night out celebrating Halloween. You’ll admit, it’s a bit out of your element but you’ll learn to adapt. It will just take some adjustment but the energy seems high and it might be more fun than staying at the shop to hand out candy all night.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, letting him place a hand on your lower back to lead you to the bar. Tonight was the first time you’ll be meeting Jungkook’s friend but you don’t feel nervous. If anything, he seemed more nervous than you and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Since your first date the two of you have really leveled up whatever has been brewing between you since the night you met.

You’ve been spending more time together but it usually consists of Jungkook visiting you or texting all day. You haven’t had a chance to see more of him yet— as it feels like he’s been trying to accommodate you—so you’re curious to see how the night plays out with him and his friends.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” A loud voice boomed from the bar where you could see a familiar face smile at you. Hoseok waved happily at you as Jungkook led you to him and the others who watched you curiously. Hoseok ditched the hockey player costume for simple skull makeup and a leather jacket.

“There was a line to get in,” Jungkook admitted, slipping his hand in yours and pulling you forward, “What do you want to drink?”

“Surprise me,” you said with a smile. Jungkook ordered something on your behalf before turning to his other friends, “Everyone this is Y/n.”

“Jungkook didn’t do you any justice,” Taehyung said with a curious tilt of his head, “You’re way prettier than he said.”

“Oh no, what else has he said about me?” You asked with a soft tone that had both Taehyung and Namjoon blinking in surprise.

“Um, well…. A lot of things, neither one of them have shut up since they met you,” Namjoon confessed, looking to Hoseok who seemed to also think highly of you.

“Yes, I think Y/n put a spell on me,” Jungkook teased, handing you a bluish lavender drink and sending you a wink. He, of course, still felt nervous considering this is the first time he’s introducing you to his friends. It’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything but he’s definitely worried about what his friends would say to you. Not that long ago, Taehyung tried getting Jungkook to lie to you just because he didn’t care for how serious Jungkook felt about you. Now, Taehyung is here talking to you and Jungkook is worried he might say something he shouldn't.

Honestly, when the night started he didn’t expect you to want to come out. Namjoon had been bugging him all day about it and he had full intentions of not going out so he could spend the night handing out candy with you but… It’s like you have a sixth sense and when you asked him if he had any other plans, he told you what he was invited to and asked you to come along. He full heartedly thought you would say no because you don’t seem like the type to come out drinking but for some reason you agreed and he was happy with that.

Of course he was nervous to introduce you to the others but when he looked over at you and found you smiling softly, trying your hardest to be in the moment, he was grateful. His friends didn’t talk bad about him to you despite the occasional teasing and you didn’t seem uncomfortable by it. Every now and then he would run his thumb against your hip to remind you he’s there but mostly, he just listened.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you said after a while. Taehyung had asked you question after question about the shop or the spell jar you made Hoseok and you indulged him in it all.

“Hm?” Jungkook fixed the tilt in your witch’s hat, “I’m just listening.”

“Are you having fun?” You asked letting his arm encircle your waist until you faced him. He looked at his friends who managed to grab the attention of some girls nearby and were in deep conversation with them.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug, “It’s alright.”

Your nose scrunched up in thought as you looked away from him, he kept you close trying to get you to look back at him, “I mean… yeah it’s fun but it’s loud and hot and… I don’t know, I kinda want it to just be us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah, my friends have been talking to you all night,” he said it like it was a secret, “And Joon said he wanted me here so I came but now I’m really in the mood for us to leave—unless you want to stay.”

“Are you trying to ditch out on us?” Hoseok put an arm around his shoulders, dragging him into his side, “You barely come out anymore and now you’ve got Y/n here so there’s no reason to not want to party. It’s Halloween!”

“I know, but,” Jungkook played with his lip ring as he smiled lazily, “You’ve been taking all of my girl’s attention and I’m tired of sharing.”

The words slipped out but he didn’t regret them, even when you looked up at him curiously. He expected some sort of response from you but you merely smiled and shrugged like you weren’t apart of this exchange so when Namjoon asked what was up, Jungkook was honest.

“I think we’re calling it a night,” he had your hand in his, pulling into him as he looked at his friends and whatever girls they were with, “But you guys have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked, looking at you, “Y/n, you don’t want to go to another bar?”

Jungkook released a small sigh as he looked down at you. He would love to leave but if you wanted to stay and maybe go to a few more places before ending the night… he’d do it but only because it’s what you want.

“I miss my cat,” you said it so casually that the others couldn’t understand it as an answer at first until you were waving goodbye, happy you met them but ready to go.

You didn’t talk much in the car and Jungkook drove carefully taking you back to the shop that was connected to your home. He’s not sure if you were tired or distracted but you stared out the window chasing the moon through the city. At one point he glanced over and found you nipping at your bottom lip with worry but he tried not to overthink it. The night had been good and you got along with his friends so there wasn’t anything he would change but the silence made him worry.

The car pulled up in front of the lantern lit shop and he looked at you with nerves waiting to see how you would Halloween. It was late but there were still a few people in costumes wandering around and too early to really call it a night. You silently pushed open the door, ready to leave when you sighed, “Jungkook.”

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s listening and you turned to him, “Earlier you called me—“

My girl.

“I know,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I just meant… I—I don’t know. Was it corny?”

A small laugh left your lips at his sudden question and decided to tease, “Just a little.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was worried about,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “I was trying to sound cool and…”

“Failed?”

“Whoa,” he held a hand to his chest, “I wouldn’t go that far.” The car was still on but he made no move to leave and neither did you. Instead, he just looked at you sitting half in his car with the door open, “You didn’t like it?”

“Um, it’s not that but,” you bit your lip in thought, “I’m just worried of your intentions.”

“With you?” He asked quietly, watching you nod your head shyly and he sighed, “You don’t know if it’s worth it.”

It sounded like a statement and he knew he was right. You were worried about the curse, he knew you well enough to know that but he doesn’t care. He wants to go out with you and some stupid age old curse isn’t going to change his mind. He understands that you believe it so he won’t look down on it but he wants to be with you.

“What if I said it was?” Jungkook asked with genuine curiosity, “It’d be the first time I get cursed by a witch.”

He meant the last part as a joke and it got you to smile so he was more comfortable to tease, “Maybe I’ll turn into a cat so Coal and I could be friends.”

“He doesn’t like having friends,” You said with a smile and he could practically see your walls crumble so he kept going.

“That’s a shame because I have a dog and he’s the friendliest boy you’ll ever meet,” Jungkook said with a defeated sigh.

“I’m warning you,” you said but he smiled. “I’ve been warned.”

“I won't be upset if you don’t want to see me anymore. I’m a bit weird, yknow?” You seemed to ask, already beginning to warm up to the idea and it was enough to give him hope.

“I would have never guessed,” he said as he twisted a silver star charm you had styled in your hair, leaning closer and closer till his face was only a couple centimeters away, “And if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not working—I can wake up with a bald head of hair tomorrow and I’ll be fine with it as long as I get to talk to you again.”

“So, do you want to come up then?” You asked and you didn’t have to say it twice for him to be powering off the engine so he could follow you inside.

For the first time ever, he disappeared behind the celestial tapestry that led up to your front door, trying to look around in the darkness. You liked rich shades of purple and blue. You liked stars and sheer drapes on your ceilings. You liked stain glass lamp shades and big soft rugs. Your house was like a whimsigoth cottage in the city and your bedroom was everything he imagined it to be even in the dark.

He expected you to turn the lights or something but instead you seemed to snap a finger before a couple candles lit up the bedroom and he was lost in wonder. It felt like he was enjoying a cozy night in the woods, like he just rested his head on your lap and listen to you read his palm.

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy,” you shoved a couple books aside and looked around the bedroom, “Is there anything I can get you.”

Jungkook shook his head, deciding to go through your vinyls with curiosity, smiling whenever he saw a vinyl with the word ‘witch’ in the title. You explained to him that it was all Jimin’s doing because he found it funny to buy you every vinyl with a Halloween or witchy vibe to it.

“Jungkook,” you called to his distracted mind and he lifted his eyes to you, the reflection from the lit candles in his gaze. You were standing by the edge of your bed, looking shy as you took off the witch’s hat. His lips parted with surprise, letting his feet take him to you until you were face to face and so close that his front brushed against yours. “Is this really something you want?”

He was the guy who had every girl he wanted. He would go to parties and make out with people he should. He would make bad decisions and regret them right after but this feels far from a bad decision. It’s the first time in a while that something felt right and it had to be you. There’s a reason why he’s been cleaning his act up, going to all his classes, showing up to work on time and ditching the nights out getting drunk.

Of course this was something he wanted.

He wanted you.

He had feelings for you.

You felt warm and he wanted to brush his fingers against your hair. Your touch was gentle but sudden as you ran a hand down the front of his chest, circling around his neck taking all his attention once more and he began to lean into you.

“Of course this is something I want,” he said just above a whisper, letting his hands touch down on your waist, unable to hold himself back any longer before he was pressing his lips to yours and kissing you effortlessly.

You tilted your head back, kissing him with equal hunger as he pulled you even closer until your bodies began to mold together into one before guiding you to lay back on your bed. Jungkook was gentle but firm, his hands felt rough but he touched you with such softness when he ran them down your sides. He didn’t hesitate to try and relish in the feeling of you under him, kissing along your neck and pressing his lips to your pulse point until he could feel your breath hitch in your throat.

You’re not a virgin but you’re not entirely experienced and yet you couldn’t find it in you to be nervous. Not even when his hands began to hitch up your black dress making you raise your hips enough for him to pull it up. Jungkook never once pulled his lips away from your skin, the desire to leave love bites was too strong and you were so soft underneath him. You looked up at your dark ceiling with its silver stars plastered all over and a handing moon lantern at the center, letting him kiss down your chest and navel.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked with genuine concern as he laid between your parted legs. The skirt of your dress had been pulled up to your stomach exposing the black underwear you wore, feeling his gentle fingers run against your hips patiently. A smile came to your face when he rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you lovingly and you nodded your head.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your inner thighs, nose brushing against the sensitive areas as his nimble fingers began to brush along the thin black fabric, not yet touching you directly but feeling the outline of what was underneath. He could almost feel it all, the curve of your mound down to the slit where he pushed his thumb against until he could make out your entrance and feel the way you seemed to gasp when he teased you.

You had to bite down on your lip to keep in the surprised yelp from the way he began to pull your underwear down, moving to kiss whatever he exposed, not shying away from being more intimate. He raised your leg, sliding the cloth off before placing soft kisses against your calf and thigh, leading your legs over his shoulders before he laid back down and looked at what was between them. You felt like running away from how focused he seemed on your heat, almost asked him why until he was leaning down, tongue coming out to swipe against your hooded clit teasingly.

The bed was lush with pillows, using them to sink your head into when he did it again, this time more firm and intentional. You’ll admit, it’s been a while since you last had gotten intimate with someone so you couldn’t help but squirm when his tongue became more languid in its movements, separating your folds with the tip of it and letting his lips tug on the pulled skin. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fingers pinch your thighs to keep you still while he circled your hardening clit with the tip of his tongue before kissing your labia and licking up whatever slick you released.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but let out when he pressed his tongue against your entrance, nose pushing against your clit and just letting himself be completely engulfed by your essence. You could practically feel him smile against your core when he tilted his head to the side to tug your labia softly between his lips before letting it go and repeating the action.

When your hand found his hair, he seemed to pause wondering if you wanted him to stop, but then he felt a tug and he was helplessly following after you until you kissed, neither caring if there was the taste of you on his tongue. A low groan bubbled up in his throat that slipped through your lips when your tongue licked along his like you didn’t care he had just been kissing your soaked pussy and that made him unbelievably hard.

Jungkook moved a hand down to your legs, finding its way to your wet cunt, gently pressing into the puddle of slick at your entrance before moving up to your clit and rubbing it between his fingers. Your hands were in his hair, tugging softly whenever he did something you liked and with his tongue down your throat, he didn’t hesitate to tease your entrance with his middle finger, already feeling how tight your walls are when he began to press inside. Your mouth slipped open in pleasure as he thrusted a long finger into your cunt, palm flat against your clit and rubbing it in rhythm with his finger that soon became two, “You’re so wet, Angel.”

His fingers were completely soaked and anytime he pulled out his fingers to push them back in, he could practically feel the puddle around them and it made his dick throb in his pants. Your kissing came to an end when Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the need to disappear between your legs again, a bit annoyed that the fabric of your dress was in the way but pulled away anyway.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when his mouth found your clit again, paying his full attention back on it instead of his fingers which never relented on pumping in and out of you with such vigor that your legs began to shake, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He moaned, teeth lightly tugging on your folds and watching them go back until he licked against them to do it again.

“Are you close, Angel?” Jungkook asks with an unusually hoarse voice when you start to clench around his fingers, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

Your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re cumming with a whimper that you try and hide behind a closed fist when his tongue eagerly licks up your release as it flows out and around his fingers. It took him a while to stop, only when he felt your thighs tremble did he pull away, some of your release coating his lips and piercings that he hungrily licked clean. A curse left his lips breathlessly as he sat back on his knees and looked down to see the way your pussy was flooded in slick.

You sat up once you had caught your breath, moving closer as he stared at his coated fingers curiously and without thinking, you took his hand by the wrist and brought his fingers toward your mouth. He watched you lick the space between them before bringing them into your mouth and sucking your essence clean off them.

“Fuck, Y/n,” his eyes fell shut as he let himself sink into the feeling of his fingers being sucked into your warm mouth and it was so hot in this bedroom. He pressed his thumb against your cheek as he attempted to take his fingers out of your mouth so he could use two hands to undress finally and you let him do just that. You bit into your bottom lip when he took his shirt off exposing more tattoos and muscle you had never seen but knew was there.

He looked at you as he undid his jeans, kicking them off along with his briefs exposing his hard cock that pointed straight with need that had him wincing at even the slightest touch of his hand against his tip. You quickly pulled on your dress, proving Jungkook’s earlier thoughts right when he questioned if you wore a bra or not—the answer was not—and it led him straight back to you. He kissed down your collarbone, hands on your hips as laid down between your legs, cock against your core causing him to moan out when he raised a hand knead your breast.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered in realization as he looked down at the way his slick began to tease your clit. Of course he wanted to continue but he doesn’t have any protection and it’s up to you what you want to do.

Your hands roamed against his back, “Jungkook.”

He looked up at you, lip pulled between his teeth when he felt your hand disappear between your pressed bodies until it circled around his stiff member making him bite back a groan of pleasure. You gave him a few strokes, guiding him down until his tip slipped into your slick and he looked at you with want when you said, “Just fuck me.”

It was all he needed to let himself sink into your entrance, a low moan leaving his lips as he felt his cock open your walls to adjust to his size. He didn’t stop pushing until he was all in, waiting there and feeling your breath grow more impatient as you got used to the feel of him.

He took things nice and slow, still concerned that you might want to end things any second, hoping you began to feel easy how good it felt when he rolled his hips, pushing more of his cock into you when you tightened.

“Fuck…” Jungkook couldn’t stop from cursing as pleasure took over his instincts. His body perfectly molded against yours with no space between them as he only used his hips to fuck you, “So good.”

Although he’s ashamed, he’ll admit that he has had his fair share of sexual intercourse but he can’t remember the last time he felt this good. His body felt like it was moving on its own accord, seeking its own pleasure with yours and he was so close. He kissed along your neck when you tipped your head back, lips parted with the force of his hips pushing himself deeper in a steady, but rough thrust of his cock.

Your breasts pressed against his chest as he practically hugged you to him with each thrust and he knew you were as close as he was to release. He brought a hand up your side until he was cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing his fingertip against your nipple watching the way your jaw seemed to drop in warning that you were close. Despite his hair being much shorter than it used to be, it still fell forward and over his eyes looking sweaty.

“You feel so good, Angel” he grunts, talking you both through orgasm. It was true, although he was doing all of the work, every little moan he pulled out of you mixed with the feel of your body against his felt so damn good. It made all this patience he had when it came to you worth it.

When Jungkook knew you were just over the edge, he brought his hand down, barely pressing it into your clit when he felt your walls tighten, a growl leaving his lips at how you sucked his cock in until finally, the tension broke and he felt himself flood with your release. He dug his face into your neck, shaking slightly as he bit back his own orgasm until yours subdued and he carefully guided his dick back out. Once the air hit his exposed, soaked member, everything broke loose.

You had taken him in your hand, stroking him through release and costing your thigh in his cum, listening to his string of moans and groans of pleasure with a gentleness he’s not sure he’s ever felt.

It took you both a while to regain some awareness and were ashamed to admit it was Coal’s persistent meowing on the other side of the bedroom door. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh as he let himself collapse down on your bed next to you, breathing heavily with a hand on his chest as he saw stars—literally, littered across your ceiling. His hand searched endlessly for some sign of you, taking a lock of your hair and twisting it around his finger when you moved to sit up, hands covering your exposed intimates almost shyly. He raised a curious brow, sitting up on his elbow as he looked at the mess the two of you had made.

“You okay?” He asked with concern. The candles lit around the room reflected a soft glow off your skin and you looked as ethereal and whimsical as he thought that first night.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “I think I need a shower, though.”

He smiled, “So let’s take one.”

The next morning you found him sitting at the wooden counter of the shop.

“What are you reading?” You asked Jungkook as he had a book open, studying it carefully.

“Natural contraceptives,” Jungkook mumbled as he wrote down the names of various herbs on an old napkin, “I should have been more prepared last nigh—Do you have Black Cohosh or Angelica by chance? I heard if you drink it in a tea, it should help promote menstrua—“

Your hand covers his mouth when you felt the tall tale signs of your best friend approaching. Even before Jimin opened the door to the shop, he had a shit eating grin at the sight of you two, and not caring much for secrecy as he waved a finger to turn the sign to ‘OPEN’.

“So what did the two of you get up to last night?” He asked casually, trying to peak at the book that you quickly slammed shut bringing an amused smile to Jungkook’s face.

“We went out for some drinks,” Jungkook answered, standing up with an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’m going to start boiling water.”

It was strangely comical and endearing the way he acted and Jimin watched the way your gaze followed after him.

“Wow, and I didn’t even have to cast a love spell to bring that look into your eyes.”

On the night of November 1st, outside during a crescent moon, Jungkook asked if you could be his girlfriend sounding strangely shy that you couldn’t say no.

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omg this took me forever but I finally got out a little Halloween fic and I’ve actually done a softer, cuter oc than usual? woahhh who am I. also my bday is this Sunday [oct 29] and I just think I’m so special I gotta let yall know

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Advice for writing smut???

gonna do bullet-points of things i tend to live by when it comes to smut (this is just my opinion):

don't switch styles: the way you write the smut has to be consistent with the way you write the rest of the story, so if your story is more comedic or romcom-y in nature, the way you write the smut should have those stylings. i personally find it very jarring when authors decide to break the format for the smut, almost like the story has to stop for the sex intermission; if you're writing a horror story, the smut must be informed and influenced by that genre, and if you are breaking genre for the smut portion, tell us why you're suddenly switching gears (it has to be an aesthetic choice you're making on purpose). likewise, if your style in that story is more lyrical, the smut has to be somewhat lyrical too, or if your story is more cormac mccarthy-esque-cut-and-dry, the smut can't suddenly involve an effluvia of purple, sappy prose. integrating the smut in the story and treating it like any other part of the story is key to me. too often i've seen ppl switch to this anonymous pornified style when they get to the smut

which brings me to specificity. i'll talk about het sex, since that's what i tend to write most: not all men are going to be fingering or eating pussy the same way, not all dicks are big and they shouldn't be, not all women immediately get excited by fingering, not everyone moans the same way or makes the same sounds. you're writing about particular characters so it has to be particular to them. i know this is very old advice, but i think it bears repeating

there isn't an exact formula or sequence you have to follow, there aren't precise steps, you don't have to go "well, first he has to kiss down her neck, then reach the boob area, then play with the nipples, then put the nipple in his mouth, then slowly go down on her, then prepare her for entering her etc. etc. etc." this can get boring and repetitive and you start thinking of your characters as these mechanical dolls who have to fuck for your audience. and that can be a vibe too, if you do it on purpose. but sometimes you can get stuck in a porn routine (and ofc, having only the guy show initiative can also get boring)

in order to break that, insert some character moments. what are the characters thinking during this? sometimes they might be thinking of something completely unrelated on the surface, but which has a thematic relevance that can make the scene hotter. likewise, maybe they're doing smth that seems unsexy on the surface, but which, within the context of the story might be really hot. sex doesn't just involve, well, sex, but so much weirdness and humanity and creativity. two bodies (usually) are trying to do this really awkward thing together and they might have a lot of baggage and history to inform it. there's a lot you can do with that.

don't make it glossy and clean, where everyone smells of strawberry shampoo and there is never anything out of sync. the most boring smut tends to be the kind where no one makes any mistakes and everything is super efficient. i imagine it feels like using an industrial pump to milk various farm animals.

and you know what? you can make that hot too. you CAN write a kind of robotic efficient smut and make it really interesting based on the context. let's say you're writing a 1984 AU fic where ppl are forced into intimacy only to procreate and their sex drive is diminished. you can play with that premise and lean into the dehumanizing industrialization of sex, but you have to mean it, aka your narratorial voice must be conscious of these factors.

if you're writing dubcon, make the dubious part present, make sure you draw out the ambivalence and ambiguity. if you're writing noncon, the character whose consent is being violated has to be transformed by this in some way. it can be forced pleasure, for instance, but not only. it has to be a journey for them too, some kind of spiritual pit, or a form of access to terrible knowledge. i know this is a personal thing, but noncon doesn't work for me if the character being noncon'd is just sort of *there*, suffering passively. i think that sort of dead passivity can be done very well too, but the narratorial voice has to persuade me.

that being said, don't be afraid of fear in consensual sex. terror and vulnerability are a part of consensual sex too, imo, and again, depending on the story and the characters, there's a lot you can explore there

i personally find it really hot when the narratorial voice starts discussing some of the ideas that the story wants to convey during the smut. so like, you can characterize person A and outline their worldview and their plans while they're ramming person B, and the thinking & fucking are thus entwined. idk, i dig that

speaking of which, smut can convey world-building details and social/philosophical ideas, not just emotions and character beats

not all smut has to end with mutual orgasm or even one-sided orgasm, it depends what you want to do or where you want to go. again, you don't have to follow a sequence. plus, it's fun (and hot) to write about frustration and failure too.

if you want to mix up the descriptions, resort to the story & characters. you'll find it's easier to describe someone fondling a boob in a new or at least interesting way if you're thinking about that particular character in that particular story, and not just Man X from planet porn (sorry to be snarky, but mainstream erotica is soooo guilty of this)

screaming & really intense reactions are cool but they have to match the characters and the situations

sometimes, it's hotter if an effect is mild or negated, if the usual outcome doesn't happen; mix up the order of events, toy with the usual reactions. it's not about being original, it's about finding out what works for your characters. writing about sex is, in a way, a performance of it, an attempt to go through the sexual motions, to find out what works and doesn't, to engage with the erotics of text (roland barthes entered the chat)

if you are bored by your own smut, that's a problem. i know we all talk about how hard we find writing smut, and IT IS hard, and sometimes it's not enjoyable, because writing itself is often not enjoyable, but even when it's painful and annoying, it gives you that little intellectual kick like "huh, i'm creating this and making these people do this, and ohh look, i can maybe put this unnamable thing into words". but if you become bored, that's a sign you have to look at the language & characters and figure out what's not working for you

last thing i'll underline: pay attention to your narratorial voice. in this ordeal, you are the seducer. not the characters. you have to seduce us with words and context. your voice matters the most. you can persuade us of anything. but you have to be confident in your weirdness and particularity. this is your bedroom (so to speak), so invite us in.

#writing #smut tips #writing advice #smut #my thoughts #replies

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shankschewtoy · 9 months

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Yo I got this idea from your pickle fic you did a couple months ago.

Monster trio,law and kidd super gluing a pickle jar and ask their s/o to open it and to their surprise their s/o opens it without any problems

I love your crack fics so much

Please and ty

a/n - I’m so glad you like my humor because sometimes I feel like I’m so unfunny 😂💜 oml kidd would break the jar (also I can’t fit all of the characters so I had to omit Sanji 😭😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - I bully Kidd, crack, g/n reader

- Bro thought that maybe he could troll you back since he couldn’t open the pickle jar a couple days ago (he’s still depressed, so no one talks about it) y’all just pretend it never happened

- zoro: hah! Remember that time when you couldn’t open the-

- everyone: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

- luffy: huh?

- poor zoro 💀 he didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to talk about it since they left him at the previous island

- He was all tightening the pickle jar with the glue, giggling and kicking his feet just imagining you not being able to open it like him, so you’d be embarrassed like him. (He’s evil, beware)

- he skipped over to you and handed you a pickle jar, “Hey y/n, can you open it for me while I go grab something to eat?”

- you nodded, grabbing the pickle jar and opening it with ease. Huh, that’s weird, why would Luffy ask you to open it?

- he had such a big mischievous grin when he came back and then when he saw the pickle jar sitting next to you, the cap right next to it, oml he freaked out

- “HUH? HOW DID YOU OPEN IT-?!”

- “What do you mean? It was super loose.”

- ….

- nah he’s dead now watch him go sob in the corner

- man was sobbing for about an hour or two before Sanji was able to feed him some meat to make him stop crying. Has ptsd with pickle jars now- and you felt bad so you gave him a jar for him to open (you could’ve opened it but you wanted to make him feel tough and strong 💜💜)

- “Luffy, I just can’t open this thing, can you open it?”

- The way his eyes lit up and he just RAN to help you, “MHM! Sure!”

- opened it without a problem and puffed his chest out, crossing his arms, “Shishishi~ I’m strong!!!!”

- “You’re the strongest captain ever! King of the pirates! Roger wishes he was you!!!” -you

- He was giggling, flexing his muscles and all lmfao

- man Luffy is lucky to have you as his personal best cheerleader 💜💜😭

- oh nah, the prank you did on him did not end well 💀 man literally blew up and poor killer had to just sit there in the midst of his explosion (his mental health was harmed in the process of this)

- things chilled out after you managed to give him a hug and some cuddles and coaching him through calming breaths (he does yoga to relax you can’t convince me otherwise)

- Kidd the yogi 💀💀💀

- So he decided that it’d be absolutely hilarious to do the same pickle jar prank on you bec he’s an asshole and a dumbass

- Idk how he did it, but he spent all night formulating and researching which glue was the best until he just decided to weld it shut

- “Kidd what are you doing?” -killer

- “Go to bed killer.”

- stfu Kidd don’t be mean to your best friend 💀

- fast forward to the time of the prank, he handed you the jar with a literal shit eating grin on his face, bro could not stop giggling (sounds like a fucking clown. And I don’t mean in a good way.)

- “Why are you giggling..?” -you

- “No reason >:)”

- You opened it, continuing to watch your show on the tv, handing it back to him. There was a moment of silence that lasted about 5 minutes. He was not moving, blinking, nor breathing for that matter. Killer walked by the room, and took a picture before walking away 💀

- man just started yelling outta nowhere, scaring the literal shit out of you

- “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!” -Kidd

- “WHAT THE FUCK KIDD?!” -you

- “HOW DID YOU FUCKING OPEN IT?”

- “IT WAS FUCKING LOOSE.”

- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WELDED THE FUCKIN THING SHUT!”

- “…..”

- “Why the fuck did you weld it shut you dumbass?” -you

- he beat you up (correction) you beat him up for even trying to beat you up

- he didn’t seem that affected by your prank earlier but trust me, he’s crying on the inside, praying to corazon and asking: why tf am I so fucking weak

- after you told him it was just a joke he was pretty mad and ignored you for about a day (before he just couldn’t ignore the love of his life anymore😂)

- but yeah lesson learned, don’t do it again

- well he thought it’d be funny to do it to you since it made him so irritated (he will not admit that and will tell you that Bepo made him do it or something like that)

- the hardest part for him was asking you for help because anytime he does you get all smirky and say: “ooooo you need my help??? 😏”

- “never mind I don’t.”

- “NO- IM SORRY ILL HELP!”

- so yeah he was a bit nervous about asking you- but he had to do it lmao

- “Y/n-ya, can you open this for me?”

- “Sure.”

- you literally opened it in seconds, you didn’t even struggle.

what the fuck?

- “Y/n. How did you open that?..”

- “It was loose, did you loosen it?”

- “…….I’m gonna go to bed now.”

- “it’s 2pm!”

- “I’m. Going. To. Bed.”

- went straight to his computer to look up

- “Is my s/o a demon?”

- “what is the strength level for opening glued shut pickle jar”

- “911 marine hq”

- “counseling hotline”

- “can glue expire?”

- “am I weak?”

- Zoro was still pretty mad that he couldn’t open the jar last time, so he’s added, “opening pickle jars for y/n, 20 reps, 2 sets, give pickles to Luffy.”

- his workout page looks like a Barbie notebook you cannot tell me otherwise

- everything is pink and neon green 💀

- anyway, mayyyyybe Luffy convinced him to do the same prank on you because Luffy kept laughing at him about it, poor moss head’s self esteem was a bit low now 😭

- So he grabbed a jar, glued the damn thing shut and went over to you (took a while because he could not find you)

- “hey y/n. Can you open this for me? I’m gonna go train.”

- “Sure.”

- he hid behind the corner, watching as you took the jar and paused, continuing to read your book before opening it with ease, putting it back on the table next to you

- man was flabbergasted.

- how the actual fuck did you do that?????

- “Zoro??? What do you want me to do with the jar?!” -you

- His plan to hide out behind the corner was ruined the moment Luffy came over and fucking said hello to him

- “Oh hey zoro!! Whatcha doin?”

- “SHUT UP!”

- “huh?”

- You turned around to see Zoro trying to shut up poor Luffy who literally wanted to just say hi 😭

- “Zoro what are you doing?? I opened the jar, is it for Sanji’s meal?”

- “….Yeah just- give it to him.”

- he looked sad, it was painful for your heart

- imagine getting stabbed, then reading something sad, listening to sad music, and then realizing. You’re sad.

- that is what this felt like

- you tried your best to comfort him (even though you didn’t know why he was sad) so you watched him train and you sat on his back while he did pushups. Seemed to make the poor guy feel better, but you still didn’t know why he was so sad in the first place :’)

a/n - poor zoro

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wannaeatramyeon · 8 months

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Hello it's the vegetable fic person here and- and- if you want could you write something about lookism guys finding out that their s/o is skipping their meals due to busy schedules or whatever 😭

Literally do not know why my asks revolve around food. I'd like if you include gun and jake but I literally leave it upto you love u

Hey vegetable anon! FINALLY getting round to this! Sorry for the wait!

Lookism x Reader: You, too busy to eat

G/N. No TW. Gun, Jakey, Goo, Sammy

Your boyfriend is concerned.

Skipping the odd meal, forgetting to eat, day dictated by a busy schedule - they get it. Except they have noticed this developing into a bit of an ongoing habit, one that is unwelcome and they wouldn't like to encourage.

They've also taken note of the way your clothes hang a bit looser, your cheeks looking a little sunken, and the dullness in your eyes.

They'll have to take matters into their own hands.

Gun Park

Gun learns a lot of new things, a lot about himself with you.

He never used to care about other people, least of all their diet.

After all, why should he? Even when his duties include being Crystal's bodyguard, what she got up to is none of his concern as long as she was safe.

However, with you, that's a whole other story. Whenever you're feeling sad, down, out of sorts. Gun feels a prickle of unease, affecting him until he finds out how to make you smile again.

And when your smile does come out, directed at him, because of him, he can barely describe it. Something not even the thrill of a fight can touch. Like being bathed in sunlight, directly touched by the sun's caress.

His sentimentality is something new he discovered too.

Gun peers down at the food order in his hand as he strides towards your home. All your favourite dishes from your favourite restaurant.

He's not sure he completely likes his softness with you, but as long as you do, he can't bring himself to mind.

Jake Kim

It starts with pursed lips and worried eyes, Jake's hands roving over your body.

Of course he thinks you're beautiful and as long as you're healthy and happy, it doesn't matter.

The worry is that you're not healthy and happy, that you're not eating out of stress. That whenever Jake has the time to cook for you, you will demolish every crumb in sight.

It's all the other times when he's too busy.

The solution, devised by Jake, is a revolving door of Big Deal members at your front step. At regular intervals with your favourite snacks or breakfast, lunch, dinner whenever your boyfriend can't make it.

"Morning, Y/N. Boss says hi!" Jason hands over a small container of food.

"Favourite snacks for boss's favourite," Brad grins at you.

"Jake says he'll see you tonight," Jerry averts your eyes, cheeks dusting with pink at the implication.

"Boss says," Lineman grimaces, staring to the heavens and wondering why this is now his life, "he loves you and to eat well. Rest well."

After a pause-

"Jason," Lua chides, barely able to keep the smirk off her face, "What else?"

Lineman flushes crimson, hand clenched white knuckled around your food," If you don't then... he said he'll make sure to...," Seriously. Fuck his life. "-punish you."

Goo Kim

"Say ahh!" Your boyfriend holds the spoonful of rice up to your lips. How on earth he has even made a game of this you don't know.

You keep your eye on him but turn your head away. "Goo."

"C'mon, do it for your Goo Bear."

"..."

He's not grinning. Not his usual slimey smile, not even his soft lift of the lips for you.

He's also not affecting his faux pout. Where he juts out his bottom lip and pleads with large eyes.

That unfortunately for you, he quickly learned that he will get his way 99% of the time.

Instead all you get are brows furrowed with worry and an expression that's trying to be joyful but doesn't fully mask the apprehension.

It's jarring whenever you get a glimpse of Goo's genuine concern, and touching too. Your boyfriend must really be worried about you to put up this whole charade.

Fine. You give in.

Opening your mouth just wide enough, "Ah-"

Goo breathes a sigh of relief, "There we go!"

Samuel Seo

The alarm on his phone vibrates.

Samuel excuses himself from the meeting, ignoring the disapproval radiating from Eugene. It doesn't matter. Some things are more important.

You pick up only after a couple of rings.

"Hey Sammy," A nickname that he at first hated but absolutely loves now. How could he not when you say it with such affection?

"Y/N," and even saying your name relieves some of his stress of the day, "Did you remember to eat dinner?"

"Yep!"

Samuel hears the smile in your voice. You're never annoyed with his calls, with him asking the same questions. You understand it only comes from a place of concern, a place of love. The way he calls you, like clockwork, despite his hectic schedule makes your heart hurt.

"I made some extra for you too!"

Samuel peers through the boardroom window. The figureheads sitting there, discussing something or another. He used to relish being a part of this, dream about one day ruling over it all.

Yet now, all he can think about is wanting to be with you.

He responds simply and honestly, "I can't wait to see you tonight."

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #gun park #gun park x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #goo kim #goo kim x reader #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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beomboomboom · 3 months

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Always by your side

genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

pairing: Jeonghan x reader

summary: Jeonghan wants you to know that no matter how you feel, he'll always be by your side. When you're happy, he's happy. When you're nervous, he's nervous. And when you're sad, he's always going to be right next to you, comforting you.

warnings: mentions of depression and mental breakdowns

note: everyone needs a jeonghan in their lives 😭. Enjoy the fic <33

Jeonghan considers himself to be a very perceptive person.

He knows how you're feeling just by glancing into your eyes. When your eyes crinkle in the corners, Jeonghan knows you're happy, easily making him happy as well. When your eyes start to dart back and forth shakily, Jeonghan knows you're scared and always makes sure to place a comforting hand on your back.

However, today was the first time where he couldn't tell what exactly you were feeling when he looked in your eyes.

Jeonghan was just going to your house to bring you some food and check up on you. You hadn't been responding to his texts lately, so he couldn't help but feel worried.

But nothing could have prepared him for the sight he saw when you opened your front door.

There you stood weakly at your doorstep, your hair a mess, and your face looking like you had gotten zero hours of sleep. But what Jeonghan noticed most was the look in your eyes.

Your eyes looked so...dead.

"Hey, Darling! Missed you so much," Jeonghan says once he catches sight of your figure. Giving you a small smile, he quickly cups your face in his hands while placing tiny pecks all over your face, smiling softly at your little giggle that you let out in response. He then pauses his kisses and simply holds your face carefully while paying close attention to your facial expressions. "Are you feeling okay? You can be honest with me."

Your eyes widen in surprise at the abrupt question, but you quickly cover it up. "I'm fine," you say while making the biggest smile you can muster, hoping desperately that Jeonghan will just leave you alone so you can continue your mental breakdown in peace.

But Jeonghan notices.

He notices that your smile is definitely not a real smile. Your eyes aren't crinkling in the corners like they normally do. Instead, your eyes stay the same shape, only your mouth moving to form a smile.

He doesn't know exactly what you're feeling, but he knows you're definitely not feeling just "fine".

"Let's go inside hm?" Jeonghan suggests warmly while leading you back in your house with his hand on your back.

Once inside your house, you quickly shut the door and go to the kitchen to prepare Jeonghan a cup of water.

"Oh, I'll just put the food on the kitchen table," Jeonghan says once he catches sight of your figure getting out a jar of water from the fridge. But right as Jeonghan places the bag of food on the table and is about to take a seat at the table, he hears a loud crash from the kitchen.

"Oh no! Is everything okay? Are you hurt?!"Jeonghan questions worriedly as he runs to the kitchen, his face faltering when he sees the situation. All around you is broken glass and water, remnants of the jar of water you were holding just a few seconds before.

"O-o-oh, I'm so sorry," you say, your voice shaking, as tears begin to well up in your eyes.

The second Jeonghan sees your tears, he quickly goes to your side and gives you a reassuring hug, letting your tears soak into his t-shirt. "It's okay. Accidents happen."

"I-I'm really sorry. Here let me clean this mess up." you say hurriedly as you crouch down and reach for the piece of glass closest to you.

"Ouch-"

You drop the piece of glass the second you see a big splotch of dark red appear on your hand. "Oh my gosh, I can't do anything right today. I'm sorry. I'm really so sorry," you mutter, distraught, with even more tears welling up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey. It's okay." Jeonghan says gently. "How about we clean up your cut, I don't want it to get infected. And don't worry about the kitchen, i'll clean it up later. Okay?" Jeonghan then places his hands on your cheeks and tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ears. "It's going to be okay," he states with a gentle smile as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears away and caress your cheek.

He then wraps your arm around his shoulders and slowly stands up to help you walk you over to the living room where he gets out the box of bandages.

As you're sitting on the couch, you silently watch Jeonghan wrap up your finger. His gentle fingers wiping the alcohol wipe on your cut, trying to make you feel the least amount of pain as possible. His tounge poking out of his lips, trying to make sure your bandage covers your entire wound. His worried but loving eyes looking you in the eyes when he's done.

Tears begin well up in your eyes at the thought of the amount of love and care Jeonghan gives you in something as small as helping bandage your cuts. "Thank you so much."

Jeonghan simply smiles in response and then rubs your knee soothingly. "of course. I'm always here for you, okay?"

Jeonghan's words seem to move something within you and suddenly the tears that you have been trying to hold back this entire time, finally escape.

"I'm so sorry. I-" you start to say once your tears start to stream down your face. You try to hurriedly rub your tears away, but they just keep on falling.

"Hey, what's wrong? If you don't want to tell me right now, you don't need to. But if you do tell me, i'll listen," Jeonghan says gently as he looks you in your eyes and uses his fingers to brush away some of your tears.

"I've just been-" you begin, then take a small shaky breathe before continuing, "I've just been feeling kind of empty lately. It feels like I'm wearing a mask, where on the outside I pretend to be all happy. But on the inside, I just feel like I'm in a big empty dark place all by myself. And no matter how loud I yell or how hard I try to make noise, no one can hear me. I don't want to keep on living like this. It's so hard....I just want to be happy."

After you're done sharing, you nervously lock eyes with Jeonghan.

To be honest, you're scared about how Jeonghan will react after you shared how you've been feeling. Will he brush all your feelings off? Will he leave you after he realizes all the things that are wrong with you?

But to your surprise, Jeonghan simply looks at you with a fond smile. "Thanks for having the courage to share with me. We'll get through what you're struggling through one step at a time, together." He says while interlacing his fingers with yours and giving you a reassuring smile, before continuing on saying, "Whenever you're struggling, I'll always make sure to be by your side. You don't have to suffer alone, I'm here too. I'll always be willing to listen to you, okay?" Jeonghan says while swooping you up in a tight hug.

"How did i get so lucky to have you in my life?" you whisper with a faint smile in Jeonghan's ear as your arms tightly wrap around him.

Jeonghan simply lets a small giggle in response before smiling in contentment at the fact that you're in his arms. "No, I'm the lucky one."

#seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios

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ncityprincess · 1 year

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about me

hi! you can call me np 👑🤎

-✨nct 127 (and occasionally other members) writer, over 25 y/o, INTP, black girl luxury enthusiast

-✨i do take fic requests, however i write when i have the inspiration to/when I feel like it, so no promises that they will all be written but i will certainly try. my inbox is always open to chat/offer headcannons and what not♥️

-✨some of my favorite things: cats, fashion, shopping, going to new restaurants, traveling, cooking, pink 💗💄🎀, dating, makeup

-✨tips are always much appreciated! I write as a hobby, but feel free to show some love to my tip jar if you really like my writing 🤗💝

mlist:

*disclaimer*

i do not put warnings on my writing most of the time because i don’t think it’s necessary. don’t like it? don’t read it 👍🏾

do not repost any of my work. if you want to translate it please message me for permission.

minors do not interact!

jaehyun:

anything for you princess

The peeping jae

sweet like candie

how jaehyun is in bed

What do you say, my dear?

what do you say my, my dear: the ultimatum (part 2)

pick up the phone, baby

how jaehyun is as a boyfriend

johnny:

My favorite girls

Hazel’s birthday wish (part 2 of my favorite girls)

What he’s like in bed

the peeping jae

uh oh! (part 3 to the dad johnny series)

drunken cuddles (part 4 of dad johnny series)

bold.

Nighttime routine

how he would be as a boyfriend

The one before the big ‘three-oh’

taeyong:

how he is in bed

how taeyong would be as a boyfriend

And don’t you forget it

yuta:

how he is in bed

How he is as a boyfriend

one last present

mark:

bad

doyoung:

how he would be as a boyfriend

How he would be in bed 🆕

after party

Ten:

how he would be in bed

Jungwoo:

Distraction 🆕

extras/storyline context:

johnny & oc’s kids’ names

nct mirror sex squad

Dirty talkers

spit kink gang

Jaehyun sugar daddy imagine

no threesomes squad

soft jaehyun moment

possessive johnny

Amused johnny

sex positions 127 would be into

pleasure dom/overstimulation doyoung

jaehyun random thought #1

Johnny random thought #1

NCT 127 and their types as Pinterest photos:

Jaehyun

Doyoung 🆕

Yuta 🆕

Jungwoo 🆕

Mark 🆕

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ana-lmao · 3 months

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The Borrower In My Walls (Chapter I)

Hehehe, Sneeg fic!

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Sneeg was a borrower that lived in many peoples walls, He was caught often or left himself because of the lack of food. However, this house was almost perfect! True there was a big family living there with a lot of guests but they left often and left out a lot of food!

There was a blonde haired tall man with 3 kids, Oh god they were chaotic, really loud as well... there was one with matching blonde hair that was the loudest and probably the youngest, there was a pink-haired one which was calmer and liked to read books and then there was a brown-haired kid who was in the middle. The blonde haired kid always had a mess in his room so it was the easiest to "Borrow" from, anything missing would be blamed on the messes he made. Sneeg does not know much about the guests that visit, he often hears the name ran-ranbo, ranboo or something and tub-o, He can't memorize them.

Phil once came home from the park and it was really late, Sneeg did not expect him to be outside, he thought he was sleeping! Faster then light Sneeg bolted into his tunnels, leaving a mess of things he was getting for the night. Phil noticed this and thought that one of the kids made a mess...again. He cleaned up and went to sleep.

Sneeg was having a mini panic attack realizing he had almost been caught, that could have been really REALLY bad, when he was sure the human went to bed he continued his heist, he saw random bags on the table and peeked inside, there was A LOT of food, Sneeg thought the bags meant it was going to be thrown out so he took out as much food as he could and went back inside his tunnels, getting ready to sleep on his hand-made bed made from wool and matches.

Next morning:

-ALRIGHT! WHO THE FUCK TOOK ALMOST ALL OF THE GROCERIES I LEFT!- Sneeg heard the adult human yell, he realized what he had done and his antennas flew upwards and his eyes widened in fear.

-Not me! -The blonde one said

-Me neither -That was the brown haired one

-I didn't-The pink-haired said in confusion

-Well somebody took the food in here and if nobody confesses I will check the camera footage!-The adult human states.

Sneeg felt his heart stop. They had cameras. They were going to see him. They were going to KILL HIM, torture him! Maybe even put him in a jar and keep him as a pet! They were going to do experiments on him! Sell him! something awful was going to happen...But...If he left...He would not have to deal with this...He packed everything he could and when the adult went up into the attic to check the cameras he started to get out, it was going to be hard considering all 3 kids were in front of the door.

Meanwhile Phil:

-Okay now to check which one of these little shits stole all the food.-Phil pulls up the camera footage and watched closely, nobody was coming down, except for a small blur on the screen that went on the table and grabbed stuff, he thought it was a mouse but after zooming in he saw a small...Creature? it was wearing blue clothing, which looked like he just stitched random blue pieces of fabric and had antennas. He also reverted the camera footage to see the same thing peeking out of a mouse hole and getting ready to escape.

Phil bolts out of the room goes downstairs to see his sons in confusion on why he was so quickly running down the stairs, were they in that much trouble? Phil quickly notices the blue Creature near a window and grabs it on instinct.

Sneeg's heart was racing and he was squirming in the adults hand, trying to bite him but failing, he was screaming- or to say screeching and could barely see through his tears but all of them were staring at him.

-LET ME GO! LET ME GO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I WILL LEAVE! LET ME GO! DON'T HURT ME! -Sneeg was blurting out each word.

-D-dad what the fuck is that?!-The brown haired person shouts in confusion

-I-I don't know!-The adult says while tightening his grip, which makes the creature screech more.

Phil notices an empty jar on the table and puts the thing in there, which calms him down enough to stop screaming but still makes him even more panicked.

-L-LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE A PET! I DON'T WANT TO BE ENSLAVED! I WANNA LEAVE! PLEASE!-Sneeg kept crying out.

-Uhm...What do we do with it?-The blonde kid tunes in.

-Well, we are not keeping him, he is clearly terrified but he has certain injuries that caught my attention...Also yes he was the one stealing the food.

-Eh whatever, I'm going back to my room to read-The pink haired one spoke up and went to his room.

Sneeg rolled up in a ball and was crying, for a long time until the lid of the jar opened up and the adult dropped some food in it, he was right, he was going to be a pet.

After eating the blonde kid picks up the jar and heads to his room, Sneeg is panicking being picked up but gets used to it quickly.

-Soo, how long have you been here?-He asks, Sneeg does not answer, still scared.

The kid taps the glass on the jar to have him speak up.

-A-A few months! d-don't do that again please...-Sneeg speaks up.

-Well, I'm Tommy! What's your name little one?-Tommy introduces himself, but Sneeg stays quiet for a few minutes before quietly saying:

-Sneeg.

-Nice to meet you.

-P-Please let me out, I don't want to be a pet...Please...

-Pet? You are not a pet?- Phil said you had some injuries he wants to help out with.

-O-oh...Can you still let me out?..

-Nuh uh, you will run away!

-I won't! please! I don't wanna be in here anymore!

-Ugh fine! but if you run away You and I are going to be in so much trouble.- Tommy opens the lid and pulls Sneeg out with his hand.

-No. Running. Away-He says while placing Sneeg on his bed, he does not run, even if he really wants to, Tommy will outrun him.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 2 years

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Enoch O'Connor x GN!reader.

I posted a snippet of a fic I made, I ended up hating it, but you guys loved it.

So here's my apology, a really short story I made that uses the scene of the snippet I posted.

I literally cannot tell you if his confession is considered angsty.

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You had first arrived at the loop with your childhood friend Jacob Portman, due to him asking you to go on a once in a lifetime trip to Wales with him and his father, to look for the very children's home that you've heard about countless of times from Jake's grandfather, Abe.

Finding out Abe wasn't batshit was a big shock, entering 1942 and meeting all of the peculiars was an even bigger shock. You and Jake were welcomed and accepted by everyone in the loop, except for one...Enoch O''connor.

He was recluse and frankly quite rude, he spent the two days purposefully avoiding you and Jake, making rude comments, and sending glares when he did see you.

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Finding about Hollows and how they were on the island outside of the loop sent everyone into a panic. Miss Peregrine told the peculiars to pack their things, as they were going to abandon their loop the "next day". Children ran around the house trying to pack all of their most prized possessions, you ran up to assist everyone before stopping and helping Enoch, you tried to help him with the heavy jars filled with liquid and hearts.

"Here let me help you Enoch." You suggested.

Before watching him turn away from you and mumble out a faint "Leave me alone.".

"C'mon Enoch, I want to help you." You exclaimed, he turned his head to look you in your eyes, his face portrayed anger but something was behind his eyes.

"I dont want your help!" He started, "Just leave like Abe did, leave us so I don't have to deal with-", he cut himself off and looked down at the jar in his hands, his face changing into a look that portrayed sadness.

"I was stupid to think this would be different, I told myself since I saw Horace's dream that you would both leave." he mumbled out, sadness laced in his voice.

"But you were pretty and nice, and-" he stopped to let in a breath of air "and I was hopeful." he whispered. Your expression softened as you stared at him frantically grab more jars, you put a hand on his before taking a jar from him.

"I'll be back before you leave." You softly spoke, before rushing out the room and telling everyone you'd be back to join them on their run from Barron and the Hollows.

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#enoch o'connor x reader #enoch #enoch o'connor #mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #x reader #gn!reader #imagine #jacob portman #olive elephanta #emma bloom #miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine x reader

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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

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hii bestie~ i need something. with your last/recent post, you truly broke my heart you manipulative monster >:) how could you torture me so. Soooooo~ To make up for it, I need wholesome Joseph content! W h o l e s o m e . Thank you! Have a great day.

Hi Sally baby~ I got you, I was so mean to you last night with all my manipulation, and I outta make up for it, how dare I. But again where's the fun in wholesome if I haven't scarred you enough?

I hope your day is horrible. :) (I'm kidding, I won't do anymore angst) Wholesome Joseph content it is~ This fic includes: Joseph showing you off like a beloved jewel, going out for a nice dim lit dinner, dancing underneath the spot light. Just in general nothing NSFW. Other than cursing. And suggestive jokes. Oml some NSFW. Joseph had asked you if you could pick him up after work. You said yes. Right before he walked out of the front door you kissed his cheek, and said your goodbyes and 'I love you's'. Joseph pulled you in by your waist, and kissed your lips delicately before departing away. You lounged about in your house, doing whatever. Someone broke into your work yesterday, so management decided to close down for the rest of the week to clean up and repair the mess. You needed the break so you didn't complain much about it. Whilst at your home you read a book, wrote a list on things to do the next day and all your weekly chores. Really, you didn't do much until Joseph's shift ended. As you were grabbing your keys off the table and putting your shoes on, you saw a note conveniently sitting next to your keys. The note read: Wear something nice, I have something planned. -Love Joseph❤ It was so cheesy, but it was nice. You place the note back down on the table, and walk into your room to change out of the clothes you had been in for majority of the day. You picked out one of your more fancy clothes compared to the ones you just thrifted for 2.99. These were rather expensive, and you didn't wear them often, if at all. Finally they could be put to good use. You put on the clothing, and pick out some pieces of jewelry to go with the occasion. Necklaces, earrings, pant chains, rings..whatever you wanted. You walk out of your bedroom and into your bathroom, where you grabbed a brush and a few other items, and styled your hair to your liking. Now you look like the model here. As you finally decided that you were ready to go, you walked out of the room, spritzing yourself with your favorite scent. You grabbed your wallet and keys, and maybe a bag. You were ready. You head outside, locking your front door and heading out to your car. You start that thing up and you drive on over to the studio. Pulling into the studio, you see these big glass doors that you were soon to walk into. You go into an elevator where it would lead up to the big sha-bang that records this children's show. It would be a lie to say you didn't get lost just a few times, but you managed your way through this unfamiliar maze and were greeted by the man you so loved. His back turned towards you, as he had a lit cigarette in his hand, he was talking to his other lovely co-stars that sure noticed you the moment you walked in. "My, who is that sweet little candy layin' in a jar?" "Oh! Uh, I'm just here to pick someone up." Joseph turns around and is immediately stunned by your beauty. "I'm that someone, y'all." "Ain't no way Joe! Ain't no way, I don' wanna believe it!" "How much yous payin' for that masterpiece?" "I ain'ts payin' nuthin! This fine baby is all mine."

"And I ain'ts believin' jack!" "C'mon let's have some faith in me." "Jojo's right, I mean c'mon, with arms like those, I know yer have some fun bein' thrown."

"Hey now-" "Aww, well shiiit! Wait, wait, where y'all goin'?"

"Whaddya mean?" "Joe, don't play dumb, I ain't seen you wear somethin' nice except ya goddamn circus attire! Ans that's sayin' somethin'!"

"Don't be so mean!" "Okay now, shush! I needa know my answer before he gets the chance ta leave!!" "We're goin' out on a 'lil date you could say." "Awh, since when did Joey get all sentimental~ Yous enjoy youselves now with your fancy dinner~" "How do you know it's gon' be a fancy place, darlin'?" "Joey brought out his expensive suit~ He's gonna eat half the portions for triple the price!~" "Damn straight." "Okay now go have your fun eatin' dinner, and eatin' some dessert later tonight!" "Hey now, I ain't leavin' yet, not when I haven't flaunted my ring!" He pulls you beside him, his entire conversation for the next 10 minutes being all about you, how you met, and how much happier he is now that you're here. The crew teases him and asks you questions. They all seem so genuinely nice, and they all have such characteristic personalities. After your 10 minutes of fame, you were all tuckered out. You don't know how they deal with this everyday for hours at a time. Joseph follows you to your car, and he gives you directions to where you would both be eating. Sure enough it was indeed a fancy place. Joseph had placed a reservation and you guys were sat down right away. The place was dimly lit, with candles at every table. There was a dance-floor, but not nightclub. It was made for slow dancing, tangos, all things romantic and not suggestive. In front of the empty space was a stage where the music played. A classical band. Piano, violin, just relaxing. It was nice. A waiter came up to your table and you both made your orders and drinks. The two of you talked over a nice bottle of aged wine. Joseph swirled the cup around in his left hand, while yours sat on the table, though you occasionally picked it up and drank it. You guys had a nice time. Talking about work, complimenting the other on how they look tonight. It was great. You haven't had something like this in awhile and it was a good change. As your food came to the table, and as you ate it over a period of time. Joseph stood up from his chair, extending his hand out to you. You giggled ad graciously accept it. He walks you over to the dance-floor. Where the light illuminated the two of you perfectly. There was only 2 or 3 other couples on floor with you, but you guys were in the direct center. Joseph put his hand on your waist, your arm on his shoulder and his side. The two of you danced the night away, twirling and stepping together, giggling your hearts desire out. It was a sweet moment, just between the two of you. Soft music playing throughout the establishment, the warmth of Joseph on your body. You didn't say anything to each other, but nothing needed to be said. Tonight was about you two, and that's all that mattered. When the music stopped to cue for the next song, you hugged each other, sharing a long and passionate kiss. Tonight was a wonderful night. And you only want the stars to stop for it to become endless.

#sdj jack #jacktor #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #swwsdj #sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #im crying this took an hour actually

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tmi tuesday on a wednesday because time got away from me

@crowleys-bentley-and-plants HIIIII IM SO SORRY I HATE WHEN I SAY THINGS AND THEY DONT HAPPEN AND HELLO EVERYONE ELSE . hapy wedsday. fic game.... please ask me about them i love talking about them i love them SOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!! <3 here we ar.e.....

ask me anything about them:

stars in a jar au

bullet catch FAIL

1857

tea's titanic au

human incarnate

history's flowers

(it's a lot, i know)

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fandom questions meme

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send an “i wish you would write a story where….”

send a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

send a word, any word, and if it’s in my wip document i’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in

send an ask directly to a character in one of my fics or wips

if anyone sends me one o these ill plant a big wet kiss on your forehead if consenual. if not, a really hard handshake. thank youu :)

#tag game #ask game

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radiobelle23 · 1 year

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KinnPorsche Series fanfics that are just teasing me - incomplete fic rec list

I'm so happy that my last list of completed fics got so much love and I hope you enjoyed the reads as much as I did. Also thank you to the authors that found my list, I AM NOT WORTHY!

I wanted to make this list of current ongoing/incomplete fics because even though they're not complete, they still deserve attention and encouragement. To the authors on this list that haven't updated in a while, I hope you're doing well and please come back soon, I miss you.

WARNING: If you didn't see my last list, I do wanna advise that I read some pretty smutty stuff. This list isn't exactly pertaining to Kinn & Porsche, has a good mix of the main couples and a little M/M/M with Tae. As always, please leave encouraging comments and kudos to the authors.

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i'm the violence in the pouring rain by theleftboobgrabber

Summary: Porsche's onlyfans is his only recourse. Kinn is so fucking lonely.

Kinn is so so close, timing his movements with the other man, pretending- Spyder918 stops, jarring and breathless, and says, staring smug as can be into the camera, into Kinn's eyes, “Happy ending goes to the highest tipper.” And Kinn sees red and then doesn’t see anything at all, because the camera is smoked and the video disconnects, the live over just like that.

Chapters: 2/3 Last Update: 6/22/22

the unstruck match by mslunita

Summary: “You’re just here for one night?”

“Only one.” Kinn gulps his drink and sets the glass down on the table. “Porsche, is it?”

“Yup.” Porsche mirrors Kinn and finishes his drink too. “And you?”

“Kinn.”

“Kinn.” Porsche cocks his head to the side and widens the smile that hasn't left his face since he sat down. “Nice to meet you. It’s a shame you’ll only be here for one night.” He flits his eyes downward and then back up to Kinn’s increasingly doe-eyed stare. “There’s a lot to do on Koh Tao.”

AU - Kinn has business on Koh Tao and meets Porsche, a bar owner who offers to show him another side of the island. Little does he know it will change his life in more ways than one.

Chapters: 10/11 Last Update: 7/4/22

Confusing Emotions by tessalane

Summary: Porsche hates Kinn. Hates him, hates him, hates him.

He does. Really.

Or maybe he doesn't. Doesn't hate him at all.

Chapters: 8/? Last Update: 9/2/22

As lovers by summer_melody

Summary: He focused and paid attention to the details of the mission. He wanted to show everyone what he was capable of and especially to rub it in Kinn’s face. For the moment he paid attention to Arm’s instructions.

“Big and Ken will guard the doors while Pete and I will be inside. Porsche is going to be there as Khun Kinn's boyfriend,” Arm said.

Porsche’s head snapped up. “Come again?”

Chapters: 5/? Last Update: 9/17/22

be the best you ever tasted by Martynax

Summary: “What’s your name, darling?” he questions.

“Jom,” Porsche replies after a moment, it makes a snort pass through Kinn’s lips.

“You don’t look like a Jom. Forgive me for repeating myself but you’re a shit liar,” he says once more. He still looks amused, like Porsche is telling jokes. Porsche presses his lips together stubbornly, which makes a small smirk appear on Kinn’s lips; he looks delighted for some reason. “Tell you what, darling, you tell me your name and I will end the session now. How about it?”

or an AU where Porsche's life is shit so he shakes his perky little bum for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show

Chapters: 7/10 Last Update: 10/19/22

Beauty in the Breakdown by Perzikje

Summary: Post canon. Everything happened as it did in the series, but it's a/b/o universe.

Chay is in the worst heat of his life, and there are concerns he's not going to make it through in one piece. Kim gets called in to help by Kinn and Porsche, who have no idea of the connection between their younger brothers. Kim reluctantly agrees, thinking he will be able to control himself.

Chapters: 4/? Last Update: 9/11/22

big reputation, big reputation (you and me would be a big conversation) by thenthefateswillknowyou

Summary: “The expectations placed upon me have changed, and become greater. I have to choose the people in my life very carefully. My father impressed upon me the importance of choosing the right partner, and while you are omegan, you are not….” He trailed off, but Porsche easily picked up the strand.

“The right type of omega, right?” Kinn’s eyes flashed again, and then shut down once more, and Porsche couldn’t tell if it was because of what he said or because he dared to interrupt the alpha.

Omega Porsche gets unceremoniously dumped by the alpha he thought was his soulmate; and that should have been the end of the story, not the beginning.

Chapters: 4/7 Last Update: 9/14

Blood of the Phoenix by FREY (Erika_Bee)

Summary: A knife digs into his heart. Familiar hands are holding the handle. Hands he held a hundred times. Kinn’s hands.

“Your love … who would want such a cheap thing?”

Porsche is 23 years old when he dies. Friendless, alone, unloved, and without even a family to bury or mourn him. His whole life has been wasted away by serving the very man that sealed his fate. The man he loved more than anything in this world. But sometimes, death is not as final as one may think, at least, not for him.

Porsche wakes up in a hospital bed in a life where nothing has been lost. Where he still has a place to call home and a family to come back to. The only hiccup—he’s Kinn’s ex. And Kinn doesn’t let go easily of his toys.

Or; Porsche transmigrates into the body of a douchey version of himself and learns that love outlives even death itself.

Transmigration AU

Chapters: 5/? Last Update: 10/11/22

Blooming Oleander by wicca

Summary: One does not become the only omega among the heirs of the Thai underworld without knowing how to take what he wants.

Chapters: 11/18 Last Update: 8/7/22

Blue Blood by ahdriking

Summary: In the dark, low places of the underworld is a club called Sang Bleu, a place where the depraved and the debauched can enjoy themselves with reckless abandon, and enjoy the brutal fights that take place in the infamous pit. Kinn finds himself amongst them, invited by the owner to celebrate a newly formed alliance. He doesn't expect to be entertained by the mindless violence and spectacle, until the next match is announced; a fight to the death, in his honor.

And then he appears; the Phoenix, a man with golden skin and dark eyes and a saunter in his step that makes Kinn's blood hot. He doesn't stand a chance, not against an opponent twice his size, but the arrogant jut of his chin says he believes otherwise.

For the first time in a long time, Kinn feels intrigued.

Against his better judgement, he places a bet.

Chapters: 11/20 Last Update: 10/13/22

dancing with our hands tied by MajorinMonster

Summary: It’s not late enough that the road is abandoned. There are people around, but they’re further out, outlines and vague shouts that Chay glances towards cautiously as he tugs the gauzy top he’s wearing higher up his neck.

He feels exposed. He is exposed, really; when he’d gotten changed to come out he hadn’t so much been thinking about the journey home as he had been consumed by the idea of getting out of his head. AKA the post canon fic in which Chay decides he wants to go out and get drunk and instead gets himself into a whole heap of trouble. The events which follow will break and mend hearts, forge new alliances and, perhaps most importantly, earn Chay the reputation he deserves.

Chapters: 20/38 Last Update: 10/23/22

on the rocks by DasWarSchonKaputt

Summary: Tay finds the bar because he’s pissed, heart-broken, and sick of people recognising him when he’s trying to forget who he is.

Or: A pre-canon AU where Tay goes drinking at Yok's bar, and meets Porsche far before Kinn ever does.

Chapters: 2/7 Last Update: 10/9/22

Desperate Measures by CorvusCloudburst (Cloudburst_Ink)

Summary: Chay is over Kim.

He is.

He's been working out, making new friends, and trying new things. New things being pretty new boys to hook up with, but he has to start somewhere. He's moving on with his life.

But Kim, it turns out, is moving in.

Chapters: 7/12 Last Update: 10/19/22

fake love and hennessy by yeetlegay

Summary:

“As I said, Porsche,” Kinn begins. “I don’t like loose ends. So here’s what I propose: I’ll pay you for your company for the next week until my flight on Friday. Once I’m out of the country and beyond the reach of my enemies here, you’ll be free to go home. How does that sound?” Porsche feels like he’s hallucinating. “My company?” Kinn’s eyes roam over him freely. “Or however else you’d like to put it.”

AKA the Pretty Woman AU

Chapters: 9/17 Last Update: 8/31/22

Fate in our Hands by RinKitsune

Summary: “Help me!” Porsche stood up straighter. That was an Alpha’s voice, he was using Alpha voice on Porsche. With him being on suppressants it shouldn’t be possible for an Alpha’s voice to affect him at all.

“Stay out of this.” The thug with the knife pointing at him. This guy was an alpha, and he felt nothing towards that command. Porsche looked back and forth from both Alpha’s, it’s got to be the suppressants then. He looked back to the well-dressed Alpha with a smirk.

"50,000"

Chapters: 8/? Last Update: 8/7/22

for you (i'd burn the world to the ground) by cuteandtwisted

Summary: "It’s so weird how intense Porsche gets when Khun Kinn is in danger. I mean he’d die for him in a heartbeat!” “We all would, dumbass. It’s our job, remember?” “Not to Porsche though. I don't think it's just a job for Porsche."

Porsche is Kinn's most vicious bodyguard. Feared by most and respected by all, he flinches at nothing and fears no one. (And if he feels his knees give out whenever Kinn enters the room, then nobody has to know.)

Or: AU where Porsche grew up at the compound after his parents died serving the main family and spent his childhood/teenage years annoying his way into Kinn's thoughts (and heart), before an 'incident' turned him into Kinn's most lethal weapon.

Chapters: 5/6 Last Update: 8/16/22

How to Lose a Guy in XX Days - KinnPorsche Edition by Sandee Sing (CometSuni)

Summary: A KinnPorsche AU where Kinn and Porsche have anonymous Twitter accounts.

Kinn rants about his failures to woo Porsche on Twitter. Porsche tweets helpful suggestions, not knowing he's basically helping Kinn woo himself.

Chapters: 10/15 Last Update: 5/30/22

I Want Your Blood to Drip like Diamonds by RosellaWolf

Summary: Immortality can only bring one so much enjoyment before the world around begins to dull. Kinn longs for the fight, for the chase to earn submission, no longer lusting after it when readily given.

A duty to a club hosting the upper echelons of his kind might finally fill the gaping hole in his life when their latest fighter is presented before him, a rare find... a Dhampir that goes by the name, Phoenix, and oh how he wants to feel his fire burn him from the inside out.

Chapters: 8/? Last Update: 10/24/22

Instinct by thewayside

Summary: Not everyone has an instinct, an animal self that lives inside a person, born from their souls and forged to live in their flesh. Hundreds of years ago it was common to have bears, rabbits, fish, and lions, a menagerie of animals, but now, as time and dilution of bloodlines has increased, the most common thing to have is nothing at all.

Chapters: 11/? Last Update: 10/23/22

INVU by hyuckheis (johnyongs)

Summary: Kinn is, by far, the classiest client Porsche has ever had.

Chapters: 3/? Last Update: 9/6/22

Lets Be Each Others Hell by Ceresia

Summary: In order to keep the peace and strengthen the bond between two families, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun is set to marry Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, heir to the Kittisawat family.

Everything is set. Tankhun and Porchay even helped with the planning and the preparations. Now all thats left is for the two heirs to be wed. Things should go well, right?

Spoiler Alert: It doesn’t.

Chapters: 1/? Last Update: 8/17/22

like that through all eternity by concernedlily

Summary: Korn holds one thing back. Believing Kinn is his cousin and they can no longer be together, Porsche has to take on the job of running the minor family alone.

Chapters: 3/? Last Update: 9/12/22

Lonely Hearts Beat as One by lilac19822

Summary: Porsche is very suddenly not around, having left for a new job, and Chay is sinking into loneliness. He unexpectedly finds relief in the form of a mysterious and beguiling singer, whose cool exterior hides an enchanting depth that Chay can't help being drawn to. Struggling with their own variations of isolation, they find solace in one another. But they can only get so close before Kim has to decide whether to show his true self or find a way out.

Or: A semi-canon-compliant version of Chay and Kim meeting and falling for one another in a world where their feelings don't fit.

(Tags will be updated as the story progresses)

Chapters: 7/? Last Update: 10/19

Powerplays by Lun0a

Summary: Porsche thought it was biologically ingrained that Alphas found each other's scents to be disgusting.

He, for one, never found any Alpha's scent to be particularly delightful. However, upon first meeting Kinn, Porsche can't remember even finding his scent to be anything other than alluring.

It was terrifying, to say the least.

Chapters: 1/2 Last Update: 8/16/22

house of cards by P1n3appl3_p3n

Summary: Kinn and Porsche were raised for their future roles as mafia boss and his right hand man. A year ago they had a very public falling out, and Kinn stayed when Porsche fled.

Now Porsche is back, to take his mother’s place in the major family. Life in the tower is built on power games and deceit. Nothing is what it seems - and that’s just what Kinn wants.

Kinn rounds the corner and raises his gun.

”Your guards let just anyone walk in now? I’m rethinking this being the safest place in Bangkok.”

Kinn’s finger slowly slides off the trigger, but he doesn’t lower it. The living room curtains are thrown open, and he can easily see the outline of the man in front of the window. Snug long sleeve shirt under a tactical vest, utility pants, boots, a gun on each hip.

Kinn drops his gun to rest against his thigh when he sees the man’s hands are empty.

“You didn’t call.”

Chapters: 2/3 Last Update: 8/30/22

RUNAWAY by Serena_Writes

Summary: Porsche has been hiding from the Theerapanyakun family since he was a kid. He was made plenty clear that he would be killed or meet much worse fate if he stayed, rejected by his own mate.

But what will happen when almost twelve years later, his own brother, his sole lifeline will lead him right to their doorstep? Can Porsche survive being rejected all over again? Can he face the Alpha who broke his soul? He would have to. After all at least Porchay deserved a happy ending.

(Same as my orphan story named, 'Runaway')

Chapters: 33/38 Last Update: 10/20/22

being this close ain't close enough by fortunehasgivenup

Summary: Porsche has imagined meeting his soulmate plenty of times. He hadn't thought that it would involve being chased by men with knives and tied to a chair, but he's willing to let that go. What he isn't willing to do is let Kinn walk all over him.

The second that Kinn sees his own name on Porsche's body, he's all in. He wants Porsche within arm's reach, at his side, in his bed, all of it. But his soulmate is stubborn and independent to a fault.

(Or, during the boat scene in episode one, they realize that they're soulmates. They have a difference of opinions about how things should go.)

Chapters: 2/? Last Update: 10/16/22

Start at the End by HinnyPotter

Summary: Porsche and Kinn have been happily married for three years and nothing could go wrong in their relationship, despite the problems they've been facing recently. Or so Porsche thought. Will the strongest couple in all of Thailand fall apart? Was it all their love was ever worth?

Chapters: 1/? Last Update: 9/21/22

Stronger together by NeedSleepBut

Summary: The Theerapanyakul's are almost completely ruined under the ruling of Korn and Gun Theerapanyakul. The only way for them to rise again is for Kinn and Vegas to join forces to rebuild what their fathers destroyed. The only problem is in their absence, the family of misfits the Kittisawasd's have risen in power thanks to them looking after the families and people Korn and Gun failed to protect.

Chapters: 32/? Last Update: 10/18/22

The Double Agent and his Annoyingly Handsome Mark by Mamalazzer

Summary: What if Porsche was the mole that had been working with Vegas the entire time? An AU where falling for Kinn hadn’t been part of Porsche’s plan - he just couldn’t help himself.

Featuring feelings of betrayal, annoyingly endearing Mafia Overlords and Porsche genuinely forgetting the assignment because of a pair of rock-hard pecs.

Chapters: 7/13 Last Update: 10/24/22

the universe must have divined this (what am i going to do? not grab your wrist?) by medievalraven

Summary: Porsche doesn't mean for any of it to happen.

He doesn't mean to start dating Vegas, doesn't mean to accidentally antagonize his cousin Kinn, and definitely doesn't mean to fall into bed with Kinn again and again.

He means to stop, he really does, but sometimes the universe has other ideas.

Chapters: 3/4 Last Update: 9/10/22

Till Our Souls Dance as One by chaoticworldofanidiot

Summary: The Kittisawat heir has returned to Thailand and the Theerapanyakuns wish to honor an old promise between their families through marriage.

Chapters: 18/? Last Update: 10/25/222

true north by vincerets

Summary:n soulmate (ˈsəʊlmeɪt) • noun

a person with whom you feel the most complete. two bodies, one soul.

Porsche is twenty-three when he gets a job working for the mafia. He's twenty-three when one touch from the family's heir shifts his world from shades of grey to bright and vibrant.

Whoever decided to put the other half of his soul in a Theerapanyakul is getting a very strongly worded letter.

Chapters: 11/12 Last Update: 8/13/22

You can make the blue sky blush by Anonymous

Summary: Porsche is staring again. He can’t help it. It’s not news, really. Porsche’s obsession with Kinn’s hands. On a steering wheel, swirling a glass of bourbon, grabbing Porsche’s waist— Still, there’s something special, he’s starting to realize, about Kinn’s hands… holding a gun. Or, Porsche's got a gun kink. That's it, that's the fic.

Chapters: 2/3 Last Update: 9/15/22

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Wow, this was long... And I have fics that I havent started or finished yet lol. No pressure to you writers but please dont let them die. I started this fic list at the beginning of the month so a couple fics that were on here have since been completed so keep an eye out for another monster list coming soon. Reminder to please leave comments and kudos to our lovely writers. Happy Kinktober everyone!

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanfic #fanficrec #fanfiction #plz authors dont let these fics die like elizabeth and sebastian #or die like our little hedgehog friend #kinktober #kimchay

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coffee-at-annies · 4 months

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For the ask meme N E M O :)))

Have been working on this but have been busy/distracted/adhd so sorry about that.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

I already answered this here but let’s see if I can find some hrpf things.

I mentioned more love for minor players and I wish that fed over into fic/content creation side of things. Hrpf is really boom or bust. Ao3 is either tons of content or any fic is a miracle. I feel like most teams have one or two big players or ships and everything else is rarepairs.

More switching in the pairings/smut. I love top!Sid and Dom!Sid but I just don’t see it often. Fandom(s) in general don’t switch often but idk variety is the spice of life

This is a dumb thing but I miss team poly and locker room smut fics. There’s a bunch of fics that basically run on the thought that everyone is a little bit poly and they’re all kissing each other (or more 😳) in the locker room. It gets in the way of otps but I loved the everyone loves each other a little bit (or a lot). Also locker room gang bangs are hot.

Bonus: Ned and Jars made heart eyes at each other earlier and reminded me that I’m deeply in love with goalie nesting and I always want more nesting fic. Like half the plot bunnies I’m not writing are nesting fic because it makes me happy to rotate the general idea of it.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I think I’m the meme mutual this season. Onefear.jpeg is probably my claim to fame but the only when it’s funny and the shutty memes have also gotten a bunch more notes than I was ever expecting them to. Today I got to post Ned.neat again which was nice.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Idk if I want to be friends with any of the boys cause that feels like a weird breach of the 4th wall but I want a hug from PO. Like that’s it. I also want a signed puck from Jars but I really want that PO hug I think it would make me cry and also fix me. Back to the original question, I think Rusty would be a good friend just based on vibes and what little I know about him and ZAR and the like.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I put Spotify on shuffle and got Like You Mean It by the California Honeydrops

“If you want it, go out and get. If you love it, hold on to it. Now don’t you keep it, just cause you think you need it now. But if you do it, do it like you mean it. Like you mean it.”

Look this is just Sid. Sid going out and getting what he wants. Hockey, cups, geno (and flower and tanger and ek). If he wants it, it’s worth working towards and doing it like he means it.

#asks answered #anonymous #so sorry this took so long #was gonna post it before game and then nye stuff and then during game and then nye ppl came over and just ugh

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doevademe · 2 years

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At this point, I'm just visiting the Percico tag for a post from you that's how amazing you are. Really you've inspired me with my own characterization of Percy and Nico.

So I humbly give a triple prompt(whichever you choose is optional) the first is a reverse of the de aged prompt whereas it's Percy who gets de-aged whether it's before or after Bianca is optional.

The other one is another time travel prompt where when the argo crew goes to save Nico in MoA it's an adult Nico. So you have a Percy still conflicted about Nico's lie in SoN meeting this hot sarcastic mature version of someone he's always wanted to understand and protect.

The third is something I want to use in my own fic(supposed to be a short fic but then my masochistic self decided to turn it into a full on novel😅) it's Nico's name that Percy remembers in SoN. I've seen many spins on this in the fandom but most of them have Nico lying to Percy that they're dating and it's not... Like Nico at all.I barely see a side being explored where Nico is wondering why it's him and whether it's a cruel joke of the gods and trying to keep his distance while Percy just wonders why he has this sense of conflict and guilt and protectiveness for this stranger and how it'd change their dynamic after Percy gets his memories back.

Angst is optional but my masochistic self kinda leans into it(though with some hurt/comfort happy ending implications)

When the jar opened, Percy had expected to see Nico crawl out of it or, if his fears came true, just his body coming out.

Instead what had come out was a guy older than himself, about 19, looking around confused for a second before taking out his sword and stabbing Otis in the back.

It was a Stygian Iron Sword Percy was quite familiar with.

"Really?" Was all he said before taking the sword out of the Giant's back. Otis doubled over as the young man scanned around and found him and Jason. "You two, with me! I need help to finish them off!"

"Only a god and a demigod—" Jason started, but the guy stared him down.

"As I see it, we have a whole Big Three demigod set here," he said impatiently. "Trust me, you won't need a god for this one."

That confirmed it, then.

"Nico?" Percy asked uncertainly. "What happened to you?"

"I grew up, Percy," Nico said. "Now will you two help me or not?"

Without any words, both of them entered battle stances.

----

Percy couldn't help but stare. Nico did not look at all like he did in his dream. Gone was the scrawny kid who looked like he would stab you if you overstepped, and in his place was a handsome guy who was taller and older than him.

"This... was not supposed to happen," Nico said as a way of explanation as he sat on Percy's bed. "I'm not supposed to be here."

"Oh, so older you can tell me things?" Percy couldn't help but quip. Nico raised an eyebrow that made him feel ashamed, but he was too hardheaded to back down.

"Right, I forgot our relationship was like... this at this time." Nico sighed and moved to leave Percy space to sit beside him. Percy blinked. Nico never allowed anyone to sit so close, so he took the chance, not caring if their thighs were touching. "There was... an issue, in the future. I think the me you were supposed to find in that jar is in my place, five years in the future, and I came to... fill his place, so to speak."

"What happened? Are you okay?" Percy asked, concern for the son of Hades quickly overshadowing his anger. Nico chuckled.

He hadn't heard Nico laugh since he was a little kid. The sound was nice.

"It's okay," he said easily. "The other me will also be alright. Percy... the Percy of my time is holding the fort. I know this will make you mad, but knowing about the future is never a good idea, so you'll have to wait five years to understand this."

Percy frowned.

"Why do you always do this?" he said, voice shaky. "Why do you always hide things for me? Why can't you ever trust me?"

"Percy—"

"Back when Hades gave you a lead on your mother... o-or back in New Rome when you pretended not to know me, and now this!" Percy continued, desperate. "Is it because of Bianca? Will that mistake follow me all my life?"

Nico remained quiet for a few seconds before a sad smile appeared on his face. Percy couldn't help but think that it made Nico look ethereal, almost as beautiful as Aphrodite.

"It wasn't your fault," Nico said softly. "It is mine. The me of this time feels... alone. More alone than you'll ever understand. The reason why is his secret to tell, but believe me when I say, that the me of this time has already trusted you with the only valuable thing he has left."

"And I failed him..." Percy hated this. He was supposed to be reading Nico the Riot Act, not feel ashamed about how he had treated him.

"I'm not talking about Bianca," he said seriously. "I'm saying that he entrusted something different, something precious to you. You won't notice it for a while, and yes, maybe in some ways, you didn't take care of it like I would have wanted. But that doesn't change that your Nico trusts you. He didn't go about things as he wanted, but at the time, he just did what he thought was best."

"It's my life, Nico," Percy said. "I know Hera would have cursed you or worse for telling me but... my mom, my girlfriend, you could have told them, at least."

"I could have," Nico said. "But Annabeth already suspected where you were, and Sa—your mom found a neat little note on her table, the day after I found you, saying her son was safe."

Percy put two and two together and smiled gratefully at Nico.

"What was it you gave me?" Percy asked. "You did something for me, Nico. Let me pay you back. I'll protect that precious thing, take better care of it."

Nico winced involuntarily. Percy found himself wishing he hadn't said anything, if it meant Nico never had such a painful expression on his face again.

"You can't know what it is yet," Nico said, crestfallen. "Just... treasure your Nico, okay? Every day, he comes closer and closer to just giving up. He cares a lot about you, and you give him a reason to keep going."

"He has a funny way of showing it, then," Percy muttered. Nico smiled and held his hand.

The gesture was so personal, so intimate, that Percy felt as if his face was going to explode from heat. He swore he could smell Nico's cologne from where he was sitting, and it was making him dizzy.

"That's true," Nico admitted. "But that's because I didn't want you to know I cared, because just like you can keep me from giving up, you have the same potential to destroy me."

Percy felt the words weight on him uncomfortably. All his life he had been told he could save or destroy things with his power, from camp to the gods and the whole world, and it had always been a heavy load.

Knowing that he could do the same to a person, and Nico of all people, felt like the heaviest load of all.

"You almost sounded like a god there," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't ever say that again," Nico grimaced. "But I guess it comes from knowing things I can't reveal, because, believe or not, I actually like where we end up."

Percy nodded.

"I'm not sure if telling you this changed the future or not," he continued, worried. "But I want you to know that things will be all right for us, at least up to where I'm from."

"But it won't be easy," Percy guessed. Nico smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry," Nico said. Percy didn't know what came over him, but before he could help himself, he was hugging Nico. The son of Hades hugged him back. "But when have things ever been easy for demigods?"

Percy laughed.

The same bright light that came from the jar back then appeared, and when Percy blinked, in his arms was an unconscious, scrawny son of Hades, who looked fragile enough to break.

He lied him down on the bed carefully before running towards the upper deck.

"Hazel, Piper!"

----

"Welcome back," Percy said, smiling at him. "The younger you was passed out the entire time. He stayed there knocked out until I broke that weird sun dial."

Nico smiled shyly as Percy got closer and pecked him on the lips.

He still wasn't used to that.

"Do you... remember me? I mean, the me from now being... there?"

Percy smiled.

"It's super weird, I have this double memory of having to borrow power from Bacchus with Jason and... of fighting alongside an older you, and figuring out... things after you went back to normal that I wasn't quite ready to face."

"So, which one happened?" He asked. "Was it just messing with our memories, or did I change the past?"

"I have no idea!" Percy said. He grabbed Nico and gave him a fuller kiss. "But as long as you stay mine, I don't really care."

#Went with the second one #It was easier to get a shorter story for that one #while maximizing the angst #Percico #my writing #writing prompt #long post #ask #anonymous #and thank you #you flatter me

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Lelouch/Kallen Fanfiction Recommandation Alternate Universe Version

Here we go for a new list of fanfictions recommandations, this time we will focus on Alternate Universe (Not the Official Code Geass AU lol, general AU settings xD), being either very different from the original Code Geass setting, or quite similar with some similarities o/ I'm not an avid reader of AU but some are just too good and it would be a shame to not look upon them, so just as before, hope you'll find some interesting stuff amongst those !

Just like before click on the title to read the fix and don't forget to review, even if it's just a thanks it's better than nothing ~ A Fairy Tale ; by Aenid This one is a Cinderella version starring Kallen and Lelouch as the infamous main characters; You get to see C.C. as the fairy Godmother, Milly as the step mother and other great surprises; It's super fun, characters are very in character and it's definitely made for fun while still having some fluff, definitely a must read (like all of the recos btw xD) House of Lamperouge ; by Blottyparchment Ok this one is tricky cause i started amazingly, with two chapters, a great build up, an amazing environment, but it was put on hiatus after chapter 2; Now I know the author, she is an amazing girl who translated a lot of Code Geass material back in th day and I don't give up on the idea that she might continue if she is reminded of this fic, so don't hesitate to enjoy those two fabulous chapter and leave a review ! o/ Pickle Jar; by Charredfeathers Oh how I love this work. It's a one shot, conclusive AU and it's just amazing, I can't say much without spoiling it but it's amazingly written, set up in some Victorian Era, and Lelouch and Kallen are absolutely perfect in this one. R E A D I T Graffiti; by Charredfeathers

Yeah some authors are just too good what can I say. Charredfeathers is one of the sweetest AU i've ever read starring Lelouch and Kallen, their characters and the storu have inspired me beyond the land of imagination, and even I couldn't explain why, I think they are just totally my type of character. Once again it's a one shot with a conclusion, so enjoy !

Self destruct ; by miss.licorice Ok big warning for this one, as it contains drug abuse, violence and stuff that might be triggering for people sensitive to this kind of stuff; It's basically an AU inspired by the story of Sid and Nancy, and if you know them, you get the general idea. Characters are full OOC on this one, and while I am not much into fics with OOC characters, the whole setting of this one is just facinating to me, so I had to include it. It's a very personnal choice and not everyone would be into it, but hey, it's my list of recos, so as long as I'm warning you I think it should be fine xD

Hearbreakers; by poison's Ivy

This one is an AU set in a very similar setting from the canon setting since it happens in Ashford; It's a sort of a game of will and secrecy between Kallen and Lelouch and if you liked their school personas (I personnally fell for them because of their school selves so xD) you should like this one

believe me, I'm lying; by piston heart This one is not so much of an AU it's it's a reincarnation fic, so it's technically in the same reality, but later, I guess, much latter ; A really nice what it version of what would happen if two almost lovers could meet in another life, with one of them knowing remembering everything thanks to a pizza addicted witch ? It's touching, entertaining and very heartwarming, while still being kinda sad since it still follows the ending of R2. Code Geass: Lazos de sangre; by AliceXS This one is an authentic AU which takes the character and set them off in a very modern setting for us; exit the Brittanian empire, welcome in the world of big industries, CEO and lawyer; The fic is seemingly going on in spanish and is being slowly translated in english but the chapters we have are already a great read with plenty of great moment so a great read; Don't hesitate to read it and review o/

(personal note; did you noticed in Nunnally in Wonderland, Lelouch is actually the one dreaming ? I think it's nice that The mad hatter (Lelouch's) side kick, the march hare, is actually Kallen. Heh it comes from Lelouch pals, sorry not sorry *run away*)

#code geass #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #kallen stadtfeld #kallen kozuki #lelouch of the rebellion #lelouch x kallen #code geass hangyaku no lelouch #nunnally in wonderland #code geass fanfiction #kalulu #my gifs #anime gif #it's all in the original and not in the alternative

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acidicbarkbeast · 9 months

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results of the make-me-write poll

this was a wonderful turn-out, even if i'm a little late on writing. there are some extra sentences in here for you guys, so they don't feel so jarring as snippets. hope you enjoy :]

death orders window-side = ~5 (post time-loop sick!fic, big bang project)

Eddie shook his head, clicked his tongue, “That’s not fair.” “Eddie—” “No.” He put his foot down, and both of his hands came up to cup Steve’s face, “No, okay? Look at me. Stevie, you did your best, over and over again. How many times did you try again? For us, for everyone but yourself? That’s more than anyone could have asked of you.” With the calloused pads of his thumbs, Eddie delicately wiped the tears that threatened to fall, and Steve was helpless but to lean into his reverent touch. He sniffled, “Still…” Eddie shushed him, “Those loops may not have killed you, but they took you from us all the same. Who’s to say trying again wouldn’t have trapped you for good, kept you stuck in your own mind?” He let out a shaky breath of his own, “We came this close to losing you.” “You didn’t, though.” Steve sniffed, arguing weakly. “We almost did.” Eddie emphasized, “And that’s bad enough.”

creeps the shadow = ~22 (cryptid steve s1 rewrite)

Steve didn’t move, even as the cool breeze licked through the cotton of his shirt. He glared down the midnight abyss of the dense woods, hearing the creaks and groans of the earth, and listening for something more underneath. With bated breath, he waited for the catch, for the jump, the twitch of movement proving danger, but there was nothing. A void of space, and yet he felt that foreign thrum grow sharper behind his eyes, a paper-thin ache slicing through him. Finger-light pressure frantically tapped down his arms, like pelting rain on his goose-bumped skin, as his Other shook to alarm. From one moment to the next, the disease, which once stalked slowly and crept quietly and precisely, burst forth suddenly and without mercy. The noise and chaos cut through his psyche, and for the few seconds of agony, he screwed his eyes shut and clamped his limbs close, instinctively shielding the flesh of his neck and stomach. Then, it left, as if never there in the first place. Breath stuttering in his chest, Steve hesitantly lifted his head from his knees, unfurling his tense body. The air was peaceful, and crickets sang. He was left without a scratch. “Fuck,” He muttered, swallowing hard. Even the thrum had gone silent, cut from his mind as one might yank the phone cord from the wall. It felt dug out of his skull, like something now was missing. In the months that terrible frequency had bumped onto his radar, he’d become complacent with its existence. He’d normalized it, rationalized it. Now, he’d let his guard down, waited when he should have been out there, looking for whatever had wedged itself into his home. Steve had heard the snake’s rattle, and he’d opened his damn arms to the ensuing strike. Idiot. Whatever had been lurking under his nose had gone back into hiding. That otherworldly rot sat faint on the late wind, a trail veering off to somewhere his senses could not reach. The taste stuck in his mouth and he gagged. Though left physically unharmed, his Other was wild with energy, frazzled and tearing from the inside out. As uncomfortable as it was, Steve reigned it in, and shakily rose from his lawn chair. He was stiff from the humidity, and he cursed what a waste of time this was. It wasn’t like he even did anything, so convinced that whatever was out there had been coming for him.

sign it with a heart = ~17 (secret admirer, s2 steddie, a/b/o)

No one needed to see his grades to know, his looming shadow over Hawkins High was evidence enough. He wore black to the wedding and white to the funeral, he was noticeable in, like, any fucking crowd imaginable. Even among his own dark and brooding people, everyone noticed a super senior, hanging around like snow in spring. Caught in his own internal tirade, he didn't notice the envelope that had slipped from his books until he felt it sticking to the bum of his boot. The once pristine paper, finely sealed and corners sharp, something to have clashed with the dirt under his fingernails, was now stamped with whatever black muck his treads were carrying. It kind of felt like holding a shooting star in his hands after watching it fall from the night sky. This could not be for him, could it? He thought it must belong to some other poor schmuck and he just got trailer trash germs all over this fuck-early Valentine’s shit, but there it was right on the back, in a slightly crooked scratching that betrayed the perfection of everything else; Eddie M. There were one or two other Edwards attending Hawkins High, as far as he knew, but none with his initials, and none that went so widely by Eddie. This was addressed to him, without a doubt. It was mind boggling, unheard of, unless— Right, of course. A prank, or more likely a dare, a joke. No one would actually write to Eddie Munson, who would? He was a nobody, your average beta, less than that, actually. In fact, it seemed his abrasive personality had taken precedence over his designation. He was a person before an object of sex, something most could only hope for in the fucked social hierarchy of a backwater high school. People didn't like Eddie Munson. He should just throw it away. It would be the easiest option, but he was a creature of terrible, terrible curiosity, and he knew he wouldn’t physically be able to leave this alone unless properly dealt with. He would read the letter, confront any frivolous feelings that may later arise, and be done with it.

a throat's a belt to sharpen the blade = ~6 (pre steddie, pjo crossover)

“Is that—?” Dustin muttered. “A harpy.” Eddie finished the boy’s thought. Like idiots, they stood and watched as the beast writhed on the ground, lifting itself onto shaking arms, wings trembling with the effort. It was a pitiful sight, as was strange, and they did nothing as golden liquid poured from its wounds. Cawing weakly, it collapsed with a final breath of sparkling dust, carried away on the wind. Silence, and then, “What the hell?” Steve could practically feel the drag of Eddie’s gaze onto the back of his head, “Hell hath frozen over, Harr—” “Oh, quit it with that!” He snapped, and for just a second, so small he thought it was just his hairbrained imagination, or a trick of the city light, Eddie’s mouth twitched, like he was trying not to smile, or maybe, laugh right in his face.

this was fun, maybe i'll do it again some time ^^

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #barkbeastwriting

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