#the game opens with a guy crashing his car and his name turns out to be carmine accidenti

[von-karmas-a-bitch]

conspiracy theory that prof layton IS canon in ace attorney and the reason professor layton vs phoenix wright has all those classic ace attorney pun names but the other prof layton games don't is that phoenix had a very unique curse put on him that means there is a direct correlation between bad things happening to people with weirdly fitting names and their proximity to phoenix at the time

#the game opens with a guy crashing his car and his name turns out to be carmine accidenti #the annoying witness no one likes is named emeer punchenbaug #obsessed with this game #shitpost #my shitposts #text post #plvspw #phoenix wright

[tparker48]

Request from Anonymous

Evening had arrived as the streets of the neighborhood began to quiet down. Cars pulled into their driveways, people from inside heading into their homes. In a car resting inside a garage, would be a man named Hogan. He yawned as he got out of the car, tossing his safety cap to his workshop tool table near the front of his car. He dragged his feet toward the main door, and the cold breath of the air washed over him. The corners of his construction gear bulged into his arm pits, the sound of tears seething from his shoulders. He lowered his bag toward the wall, and his body became lighter, like a boulder had just been lifted from his back.

“One down, now I just gotta get these..” He sucked in his gut, grabbing the zipper of his uniform as his stomach bounced across his waistline. Sawdust splashing into the air, casting its particles into the sunlight as they danced from the laundry room window. He took to his pants, and let out a satisfied grunt as he kicked his boots off. “That’s better.”

He kicked the leathery shoes next to the washer machine, tossing his clothes into the opening as he walked bare into the living room. He grabbed his headset from the living room table and put them on. He crashed to his stomach on the floor, his console turning on along the shelf. After hours of work, what better way to unwind than through quality gaming.

He crashed to his stomach on the floor, his console turning on along the shelf. "Let's see what the boys are up to on deathwatch."

He flipped through the screen to his game, turning on his microphone as he searched through the lobby.

—--------

An hour had gone by since Hogan started to relax, enjoying the peace of enjoying the peace of with his online friends. The screen flashed with chaos as effects danced around the frame, Hogan’s call outs booming through the acoustic’s of the living room. But  another chaos brewed in the shadows, as a small pair of eyes peeked from the folds of a crumpled towel. Inside, would be Peppe, staring at his hubby’s backside.

“He’s finally home.” he said, a low giggle escaping from him. “Took longer than expected, but at least it gave me time to prepare.”

He dug into his pocket and fetched a tiny piece of gum, unwrapping its plastic blanket as it overtook his chest. He folded into a cubed shaped ball, and chewed at its end until the entire thing fit into his mouth. He savored the fruity flavor filling his mouth as he slinked out from beneath the towel, the smell of gas fumes polluting the air as the giant soles raked through the fibers of the carpet. 

He crept faster, the path narrowing as it centered toward Hogan. A mountain of hairy muscle rose before him, the elastic fabric over the mounds spreading atop like a blanket of snow.  After many times of venturing to his ass, he got tired of the view. It reminded him of being on an island, guarded by a musky volcano as it swayed overhead. He’d think he’d feel bad pranking his hubby all the time, but damn did it feel good to watch him squirm. And with an opportunity like this, it was too good to pass up.

He approached the crease between Hogan’s legs, the lining of crack rocketing over the bubbled ridge. He stepped upon the bulk of his crotch, sweat oozing from its surface like a leaking sponge. Must’ve been working hard out there on the construction, he thought, even after an hour of cooling still his backside was wet.

“Typical, Hogan. Big guy’s certainly not making it easy.” he rolled his eyes, gripping into the white fabrice along the left leg.

He clung to the bushed of hair, pushing into the thick borders sealing the mounds inside. His foot creased into a loose fold, warmth from beneath the fabric against as the smell of fresh sweat poured into his nose. He puffed his nose to ease its stinging sensation, continuing his climb aboard the mounds.

Sausage fingers reached from the other mound, piercing the lining of his crack Peppe dragged to the center. “Damn sweat’s going in the wrong places.” Hogan said, sliding his now glistening palm from the crack.

"Easy horsie, can't have your rider bucking off with the reins." Peppe whispered.  

He climbed to the top of Hogan’s ass and caught a glimpse of the horizon. A slope met before him as it climbed to a meaty neck above, the Tv screen flashing behind Hogan’s frenzied hair. He cherished the view for a moment before digging through his pocket, pulling a bulky string from inside. He opened his mouth and stuck the end of the string against the sticky mass, molding it with his tongue to ensure it was secure.

 Phase one of his great prank was complete, now it was time for the main event.

He approached the top of the elastic fabric, peeling a corer for himself as he tucked his feet inside. He shimmied himself between the mounds, watching the warm flesh rise as they spilled over his chest. Hogan’s fingers returned, stamping just a foot from Peppe as it stirred in place. 

“That works.” He said, shimmying the rest of his body as he slipped beneath the surface.

 The damp fingers wagged above as he dove into the mounds, flesh molding his body as they swallowed the light. Strands of hair snagged at his limbs, the scent of dry cement reaping his nostrils as sweat dashed into his clothes. After all was said and done, he had to remind Hoga to take a shower. Any more scents added to his musk and he’d be a walking gas station. The hairs thickened as they spread into him like a brush, revealing a red puckered star as it winked with sweat. It blew kisses as Peppe wisped past its folds, cushioning at the bottom as his foot sank between two soft boulders. 

“Target acquired,” He spat the gum from his mouth. “and just enough hair to strap on.”

He placed the wad against the ridge of the hair taint, cherry picking bunched hair as he molded them into the gum like clay. Hogan’s  legs shuffled, scooping Peppe close as he planted against the warm testicles.  

"What’s this guy teabagging for? Our team won that fair and square! Let me get a crack at him, I'll give him some nuts he can teabag!"

“As competitive as ever” Peppe mumbled, peeling from the damp skin. He spun a portion of the string to anchor Hogan’s hairs. They sprawled out like a row of vines, their sweat soaked surface brushing against him as if it were a paint brush. Before long, the task was complete, hairs wrapping around the gum as if they were holding it up. “Like a bouquet of smelly vines.” he patted at the top of the gum.

He crawled toward the bottom of Hogan's balls, the dampened fabric appearing as it stretched behind him. Peppe followed its path until it curved upward, taking to the thick hairs covering the mounds as he crawled back the way he came.  They slid through his fingers, his body cast back down as he tumbled into the mustache covering his anus. Its bristles tickled his nose as he swatted them away, grabbing a handful in a bunch as he climbed up its length. 

“Yeah that’s right, take all these nuts!”Hogan roared, his own thighs moving as the sac below squished into the fabric. 

Peppe fought its sway, gripping harder at the strands of hair as he reached  toward the slanted lighting of the crack. He slithering his palm back into the cool world of the living room, shimmying the rest of him through the caked mounds before Pulling the rest of the rope out of his pocket.

“Alright..that’s my workout for today.” Peppe wheezed.

 He climbed back to the top of Hogan’s waist, and looked to his head. Still he faced the Tv screen, even after traveling through his underwear. Just what he was expecting, and now it was time to retrieve the fruits of his labor. Wrapped the end of the rope around his wrist, the line straightening as it darted beneath the fabric like an anchor.

“Oh ho, prepare for a sting of your life Hogan.”

"Well done guys, we managed to pass that squad without setting them off. Too bad we can’t say the same for you..”the mute icon appeared on the side of the screen,Hogan batting an eye backwards. “..Peppe.” 

He froze at his words. “Huh?!”

 the string tightened as he yanked him beneath the underwear, like a fish caught on a hook as he burrowed through the mound of flesh. The dimmed space greeted him once more, his face dragged along the hairs resting in the bubbled valley. From what took minutes turned to mere seconds as he was dragged beneath the bulk of the testicles, fingers fiddling at the string as if it were a spider retracting its web. His back clung to the wad of gum at the taint, the fingers taking to his side as they jammed him beneath the muscular boulders. He gritted beneath its weight, the clammy skin spooning his ears as they acted as restraints on his head.

The ground shifted as  fingers pulled the waistband apart, Hogan’s face peering inside. "What do we have here, a munchkin taking a dip in my underwear."

Peppe shuffled a fold from his mouth. "What gave me away?"

"Come now, as many times as you explored my body, don't you think I would know if something complex was in the way?" He dwindled a finger through his pubes decorating the round spheres between his legs, swirling a patch of Peppe’s into the mix. "Hair pulling. Tsk, you gotta do better than that, dumpling."

"What can I say? It's a classic."

"Uh huh, charming. You know you're getting  punished for this right? I missed a lot of shots because of your meddling. Naught, naughty." He squeezed his legs together, Peppe’s lips smacking as they puckered like a fish. "Unfortunately we’re still in a game, so consider this a taste of what’s to come."

His smile disappeared as the waistband clamped at his waist, a gust of musk washing into Peppe before the thighs shifted, and  Hogan’s weight pushed at his back. "Hubby! Come on, you can’t be made at this face. You can’t do this to your dump-" a solid surface cushioned his chin, the bulk of the giant testicles plonking atop his head. “pling..”

A soft chuckle vibrated the walls. "Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy, hun. No matter how adorable that face is."

Taking the slow route huh? Just like him to toy with him slowly. Peppe rolled his eyes forward,wiggling his head to relieve pressure from his chin. Sloshing muffled from the orbs cupping his face, like giant silos filled to the brim with water. Its body heat grew hotter as its muscle flexed, the shaft knocking out of place as it drooled into the white fabric. He was getting off at my capture, and he called him the naughty one.

But even caught, he wasn’t going to give up just yet. He shifted his gaze into one of the orbs, inhaling the dried sweat coating the skin as he leaned his fingers to his jacket. He pulled the bottom of the fabric from his pants, shedding from its layer as he pressed it into the clammed ceiling. He gazed into the maw of the musky cave, the loose skin sagging as if were going to collapse. 

 There wasn’t enough room to pull the string, but he wasn’t without options as he looked to the flexing muscle.  He laid upon his back, taking a handful of the soft skin as he pulled himself upward. The humidity between was rough feet, his skin skidding against Hogan’s as it peeled off like a sticker. The skin only grew firm as he reached the stem of Hogan’s cock, its barreled underbelly cushioning his chin. After moments of climbing, he sighed as the ever growing pressure slipped from his feet, the bag of sac collecting as the length of the shaft rested upon him.

He planted his feet upon the balls, and Hogan shifted. "What are you doing down there?"

"Putting my plan into motion. I'm gonna make you submit to your dumpling!" Peppe declared.

"Sure. And just how are you going to do that."

A smile crept along Peppe’s face, a foot peeling from one of the testicles. "Creativity." He spread his toes across the bulging testicle, and wiggled them into the tender muscle. He added his other foot, and pressed it to the other as he marched over them. 

A groan rumbled through the air, a thigh thrusting and a clunk came from outside. “Mmm..kneading my balls huh? Bold, I’ll give you that, but it's gonna take more than a few foot rubs to get me to cave.”

"That's for sure. This is just the appetizer." He cradled his limbs to the corner of the member, holding it against his body as if it were a body pillow. He worked himself beneath its underbelly to the top of the shroomed head. Its flesh radiated with warmth greater than the balls below, a salty stream spilling upon his shoulder as it guzzled from the slit. He ringed his fingers between its lips, the stream widening as it spilled at his neck. "You know the thing about being small? You can reach just about anywhere?"

He wiggled a palm over the slit, and jammed it inside. Its creamy fluid lubricated his arm, driving it to his shoulder as the lips clamped onto his shoulder like a sleeve. He plunged his other hand inside, and began to twist them through  the soggy folds as it trailed through the tight opening of the shaft.

Hogan’s body bucked, a sharp moan piercing the air as the sounds of buttons clacked from above "Oh..ff.."

Peppe's eyes became starry eyed. "Gotcha now."

He wormed more of his body toward the front of the underwear’s pouch, clinging his feet to the puffed edges as they peeled the hood away. The muffled grunts turned to purrs, Hogan’s entire waist beginning to thrash as if it were in a trap.

"Still thinking about surrendering?" Peppe giggled with excitement, grinding his elbows to circle the rest of his arms between the tight tube.

A digital voice announced that the game paused, the sound of a controller toppling to the side. "Give me 2 minutes,boys." Hogan's voice boomed, the space shifting as. Gravity tossed Peppe atop the bulging cock.

The inner tube tightened his arms like a vice, its girth nudging between his legs. The fabric yanked off and light blurred his vision, forcing Peppe to wince as his eyes raced to adjust. His gaze eventually relaxed, As Hogan’s met his, peering from the mountainous torso  high above.

"Now you done it, dumpling. You managed to make me cave?”

"I did? I mean yeah, I did! Take that, Hubby.” He declared, but looked up to a smile peering across his face. “You uh..you aren’t mad are you?”

“Me? Not all. In fact, I'm ecstatic.”

“You..are?”

“Yeah..” He replied. A palm raised beneath him, clasping at the center of the shaft. It pumped at a steady pace, getting stronger as it gripped at Peppe’s arms. “I get to do punishment early.”

Oh shit. Peppe tugged at his arms to get them free, shimmying his shoulders to lighten the pressure, but a suction locked them down, the cock’s throat pulsing as they tucked his arms together. Fingers curled around his back, hoisting his lower half into the center as it tilted toward the cock slit. He wrestled between the thick fingers, a thumb pressing his head into the lips as they  gummed the sides of his cheek.

The thumb trailed over his neck to the rest of his body, plunging Peppe deeper into the urethra. He was caught in the pull of the suction inside, guiding him through the tight crawlway of the tube as seed lathered into his side like lotion. The tender walls manhandled his body, thrashing him about in its attempts to gobble him up. The lips slipped higher, funneling to the tips of his toes as he sunk deeper. The cool air left from his feet, and the shaft became alive as its walls tenderized his body.

Outside, a lump traversed through the cock's underbelly bulging, sliding down at snail's pace as it flattened against Hogan’s twisting palm. He gritted his teeth, pumping harder to knock the protruding bulge from its spot as he massaged its soft ridges as it parted the walls inside. It bobbed over the base of his shaft, a finger tilting it for Hogan to see for himself. With a simple clench, the bulge launched and it plunged past the surface of his crotch, its form wisping through his inside as it curled down to the meaty low hangers throbbing below.

The World was dimmer in this region of Hogan’s body, the waves of muscle squeezing him like toothpaste through the tubes. He couldn’t move his body, his blood rushing to his head as he tried to face upward. He doubted it’d help with the surrounding fluid, gunks of slated goo lathered his face, sending his senses ablaze as his head began to swirl. The wall hugged closer as an opening arrived, his head smothered as  more salty fumes spewed into him like a ventilated shaft. 

He found himself in a round chamber, white goo secreting from the walls as they collected into a large body at the bottom of the fleshy dome. 

"Your balls?” He shouted, the sphincter encircling his neck. “Who shoves their love life into their balls?"

“Consider it a special treatment just for you. I was going to just shove you into one of my boots, but then you went and got me hard.”

Lumps caved from the walls, and the chamber became slanted. The white goo rose like a roaring tide, submerging Peppe’s head beneath its surface. It shrouded like a fog, the pink walls near him blurring with white smudges.

“Quite the load isn’t it dumpling? All thanks to you.” 

the tight tube squeezed at his body, rocketing him into the milky mess as he flailed to the surface. He inhaled the tainted air, splashing to keep himself afloat. "Okay, foul play! You’re playing dirty, how am I supposed to have fun in here?"

“Sorry, hun, that’s not my problem. You’ll just have to sit in timeout like a good boy.”

 The chamber flipped once more, spiraling Peppe  from wall to wall as if it were a tube mixer. He felt nauseous as he dunked and emerged from its gooey surface, his efforts to cease derailed as his palmed slid from the soft wall. It was only when the pool flipped to the ceiling did the swirls cease, and it crashed atop of him.

Hogan’s laugh vibrated the walls, crusts forming into the seed as it rocked in place.. "Ready to call it quits?" 

"You..can't possibly think..I'd give up after that." Peppe panted, his head spinning amongst the seed.

"Yeah I thought not, you’re too stubborn for that. Ah well, perhaps a little marinating will teach you to behave yourself." The chamber swayed as steps rang through the walls, the fluid jumping as it crashed upon a solid surface. "I'm back boys, what I miss?"

Peppe groaned as Hogan faced his attention elsewhere, his head bobbing against the milky waves as he tilted to the ceiling. He looked to the shriveled star in the ceiling, seed squeezing from its folds like a wet rag. That was his way out of this filled chamber, but it was too out of reach to grasp. He pawed at the doughy walls for leverage, hoisting upon the soft lumps to escape the milky pond. But their surface melted upon contact, spilling him into the seed once more.

“This is getting me nowhere, how’s a guy supposed to move when everything around you is muscle?” He tried again to reach for a fold, its surface slipping into the fluid as it glossed the wall beneath.

A moan erupted from above, the walls caving as waves splashed him in its epicenter. He resurfaced, looking to the walls as they battered the fluid along his borders. “He felt that?” He puzzled, swimming to the wall behind him. 

He smeared a layer of gunk from the lumpy surface, cupping his palm to split its flow to the rest of the seed. When clear pink muscle appeared, he pressed his fingertips into the soft wall, twisting it as it sunk breath its surface.

The walls shook again, and Hogan’s moans returned. When it finally settled, a smile crept upon his face. To think Hubby’s sweet spot would be right at the source of it all.  He swam closer to the wall, tapping his foot at the submerged flesh. When soft ground touched his toes, he shifted his legs into a running motion, his feet pattering against the muscular wall.

A sharp moan echoed the walls, Waves splashing in the seed. "What are you doing now?" Hogan's voice muffled.

"Improvising." he turned himself toward the wall of flesh, grabbing a handful as seed lubricated his hands. The chamber unraveled, globs of gunk slamming against the opposite wall as it crashed at the ceiling before it pattered onto his shoulders.

Hogan’s grunts turned to whimpers as the folds compressed and expanded,it battered its contents. "Stop being.. a brat." he strained, the walls beginning to pulse..

The seed’s current grew stronger, sweeping Peppe from the walls as he swirled around the rim.The walls compressed, and the ceiling closed in as the sphincter spasmed in place.

"Almost there, just one more push.." he assured himself, clinging to the corner of the folds to continue his efforts.

 The once spacious chamber shrunk to the size of a quarter, a mere gap separating Peppe from the chamber’s quivering lips. He massaged its folds to the best of his ability, the substance overtaking his arms as they splashed about his wrist. The walls squeeze closer as the fluid reached his chin, forcing him to tuck his nose close to the salty folds. 

"Here goes nothing." he managed to muster, taking a breath as he kissed into the center of the sphincter.

He sunk beneath the seed’s surface, suspended in the middle of the sac as the walls surrounding him became restless. Hogan’s grunt's grew louder, distorted as they became strained. Hard thumps shook the chamber, and the star above winked before it opened its entrance like a floodgate. A suction dragged at his body, pulling him against the widening entrance. Its lips barely passed his shoulder, the current flowing through his armpit as he held his breath.

A watery slosh echoed the chamber, before Hogan’s roar overwhelmed it.

---------------------------------------------------

Hogan’s body tensed, the controller in his hand slipping to the pocket of the couch. He stared weakly at his seed soaked palm, its grip still stroking his shaft as his hips bucked. "Can’t.. Hold it in..I.." he choked on his words, his head launching back into the cushion of his sofa. 

His hips locked, and seed erupted from his cock. Its warm fluid flowed like lava from an active volcano, a creamy stream filling his shorts as another drenched the corners of the chamber. He huffed as he regained control of his body, looking down to his member. its meaty length throbbed against his inner thigh, satisfied as it returned to its flaccid state.

In his weak stare, he looked to his bulging sac, the swollen orbs drooping over the side of the couch. "You kinky bastard.." he huffed softly, staring at the right nut that rocked slowly.

Inside, the pond had all but drained from inside the chamber, reduced to a hollow husk as fluid dressed the walls in webs. Stuck against the ceiling, Peppe remained, smothered by a wad of gunk as it dripped to the bottom of the chamber.

"I told ya..I wasn't finished." He smiled weakly, peeled from the ceiling as if he were a sticker. The chamber softened his fall, as it rocked slowly.. "How'd your game go?"

Hogan looked toward the screen, bits of his fluid dripping from the corners of the frame. Banter boomed from the microphone, gamertags from both his team and the opposite team flashing,

"Eh, they’ll.” he said. "Really wanted to get that streak. Was gonna get it too, until a twerp decided to get frisky.

"oo bummer." Peppe said. “Guess it goes to show you can’t shove something in your balls and not expect consequences.”

A flick shook the testicle. "Don't be so high and mighty, Dumpling. You're still in punishment time. But since you saved me the trouble of unloading in there, it’s only fair you do your part in making it.”

“You want me to make the pool all over again, didn’t you just climax?” Peppe asked, picking up a soft huff from the walls. “Wait a second, you’re not trying to get me to build up all that just for you to enjoy it personally?”

“I..I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s simply a fitting punishment for a brat like you.” he said. “Just be sure to rub them deep. So..so I’ll know if you’re doing your task.”

Peppe places his hands at his hips. “Uh huh, sure.” he traveled through the mush  of seed toward the wall, reaching at a palm as he scratched at its surface. The chamber jostled in place, heavy thumps returning as they shook the walls.

“Oo..just a little to the right..”

“Do you want me to pleasure you with both my hands, Hogan?”

“Yeah..Er! I mean no-”

“Hah, gotcha. You’re totally into this!”

“Why you little-..this is supposed to be punishment. You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!”

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere. If I’m gonna be put to work, I might as well have fun with it, right? Oo! Now that I think about it, this space is just enough to bounce around it.”

“Dumpling, I forbid you to even try- Mm! No stop-mm..eassy in there!”

#cock vore #giant #semi willing

[jadedrrose]

In Sickness And In Health…

After a night out, you get sick and of course, your doctor boyfriend takes care of you. Because why wouldn’t he?

Warnings: Law x fem reader, fluff (also, bc I know it’s the stupid foreshadowing always used: no, reader is not pregnant lmao. This is literally just based off a dream I had today since I’m sick lol)

The city was very loud tonight.

Noises of cars honking and their engines revving, people talking and shouting all together as you passed them by on the street, the sound of upbeat music playing from the speakers in shops nearby. All the distractions were available, and yet you were too focused on your boyfriend to care.

Contrary to what he’d typically say about PDA (“not gonna happen”), Law had been the one to take your hand into his as you both walked down the busy street. You’d tried commenting on how cute it was, but he’d brushed it off as “I’d be a shit boyfriend if I lost you in the city, at night.”

He’d taken you to a nicer, but not extravagant restaurant. It wasn’t like either of you could afford anything better anyway. But to you, it was more than enough. You’d felt as though Law had gone above and beyond for you.

And now, you were heading to your friend’s place, where they were holding a random, middle of the week party. Law was incredibly reluctant, being tired from working at the hospital all day, but you’d convinced him to go anyway.

The building wasn’t too far away from the restaurant, so the walk was short and easy enough. You’d made it there within fifteen minutes.

You knocked on the door with a smile, Law standing behind you with a pout on his face and his arms crossed.

After a moment of you two waiting, the door finally opened to reveal one of your best friends.

“Oh! Hi guys, didn’t think you’d actually come,” Nami greeted you with a small laugh.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well- I thought you would, but we all know Traffy isn’t too keen on parties, and it’s pretty evident by his face right now,” She explained with a giggle.

“Please, I can survive a normal party,” Law rolled his eyes, following you into the apartment.

“Maybe,” Nami replied. “But not when-“

“TRAFFY! What are you doing here?!”

You watched Law’s face turn from the pout to a look of horror as the youngest of the friend group ran over to both of you, crashing into Law.

“Oi! Get off of me!” Law shouted.

“Luffy! Knock it off,” Nami yelled, smacking the boy across the head.

“Haha! Sorry,” Luffy “apologized”, but it was clear he wasn’t sorry at all. Then he turned to you.

“Oh! And Traffy’s girlfriend came too!”

“She has a name, Luffy,” Nami scolded with an eye roll.

You simply laughed, “don’t worry about it. We all know that once Luffy finds a nickname, he sticks to it.”

“Yep!” Luffy proudly stated.

After finally getting passed- whatever that was, you and Law headed further into the apartment to go into the living room, where everybody else was.

Law promptly sat down in the empty lounge chair, once again crossing his arms and pouting. Standing beside him, you lowered yourself to his level. “Want me to get you a drink?”

“I’m fine,” he declined. “You go have fun.”

“Law, if you want to leave-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

Sighing, you reluctantly left your boyfriend to find Nami again.

—

About an hour and a half later, you started feeling off. You’d only had one drink, so it couldn’t have been from that. But nevertheless, you felt queasy.

“You okay, y/n?” Nami asked, noticing your slight discomfort.

“You look very pale,” Robin added.

“I think so…” you frowned. “Just feel kinda off.”

“You want me to get Law?” Robin suggested.

“Um… I think I’ll be okay.”

But then another ten minutes passed. And you did not feel any more okay. In fact, you felt worse. And it was clearly obvious, as you’d checked out from the board game you’d been playing with the girls, not responding once your turn was up.

“Y/n… are you sure you’re okay?” Nami looked concerned.

“N-no…”

“I’ll get Law,” Robin stood up and headed toward the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Nami questioned, trying to help figure this out.

“My stomach feels weird, and my head is like… spinning,” you put your face into your palms.

“Maybe you ate something bad?” Nami frowned. “Or somebody spread something to you. Maybe even Law, since he’s at the hospital a lot?”

“I dunno, but I don’t really care what it is… I just wanna rest.” Plus, you kinda felt bad. You’d sort of dragged Law to the party that he didn’t want to attend, only to end up sick halfway through it…

A moment later Robin returned with your worried boyfriend in tow.

“Y/n-ya, what happened?”

You knew Law was trying to hide his concern and act stoic, but when it came to you… anything would get his anxiety going.

“I feel awful,” you whined.

He pressed the tattooed side of his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning, y/n…”

“Do you want me to drive you two home?” Robin asked.

“Please,” you weakly begged. “I feel like death.”

“Oh, y/n, don’t say that,” Nami giggled to try and deter your mind from such sadistic things, “you’ll be fine. It’s probably just some virus. Besides, Law wouldn’t let you die.”

“Rather, he’d do everything he can to prevent your death,” Robin morbidly added. “But I have faith in him.”

“Oh shut up,” Law snapped. “I need to get her home, come on.”

—

Once you’d finally arrived back at the apartment you shared with Law, you’d collapsed onto the couch. He left for a moment to run into the bedroom and grab your pajamas and then went to get water as you sluggishly changed.

“Am I gonna die?” You overdramatically groaned.

“Of course not! You’re just sick, y/n.” Law sighed, rubbing your back to try and comfort you, since words weren’t really his thing.

You whined a little bit more before sighing heavily.

“What?”

“Can I cuddle you?” You asked, trying to give Law your best puppy eyes.

“You’re sick,” he stated.

“And it’s probably from you!” You bantered, “you’re the one who’s at the hospital all day long.”

Law sighed before pulling you up and on top of him. Smiling, you buried your face into the space between his shoulder and neck, wrapping one arm around him as the other dangled over his back.

“I’m sorry,” you said into his neck. “I forced you to go only to get sick. I just wasted our time…”

“Don’t worry about that,” Law held you tighter, as to comfort you again. “It’s fine.”

Another moment of comfortable silence passed as you laid in his hold.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled, drifting off into sleep.

“…thanks,” Law awkwardly replied. “Y/n-ya,”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not gonna let you die, idiot. I love you too much for that to happen.”

But you didn’t respond, and Law glanced down to his left to see you were already sleeping. And he couldn’t help but think you looked cute like this, resting on him… even if you were sick. That didn’t matter to him though. He was a doctor after all, and he would deal with any sickness for you. Because even if he didn’t verbally say it much, Law did love you.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x you #law one piece x reader #one piece law x reader #law x you #law x y/n #law x reader #fem reader #trafalgar d water law x you

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Head cannons <3

Joly is just too cute to be feared but when others try to pick on him Bossuet and Musichetta are behind him ready to step in.

Combeferre raises insects and everyone loves to watch them grow besides Bahorel, turns out the himbo doesn't like bugs.

Javert covers for Les Amis and get them permits because they are his boys, shut up I'll die on this hill.

Feuilly dressed up as Kitana from Mortal Kombat for Halloween once and killed it.

Courfeyrac, Grantaire, and Bahorel have to be watched when together because they tend to dare eachother to do stupid things for ten dollars. (Once Bahorel pants an Inspector and was arrested. Valjean broke bale and Javert gave all three an earful.)

Grantaire and Combeferre are like beasties (because I love them being close) and they tend to talk in Italian randomly in the middle of conversation which pisses Enjolras off. (The first time he thought the lack of sleep had finally gotten the him)

Enjolras is always being hit on, but he is very oblivious and just think they are being nice and are interested in the revolution so he smiles and talks to them non-stop, takes their late night calls, go on walks with them, and just is so oblivious to it all.

Musichetta eventually becomes the owner of the cafe and everyone was so happy for her, and Bossuet joked about having a sugar Mommy now, which earned a slap from Joly.

Jehan took everyone to a zoo once and he just spent the day by the Pengiuns saying "kowalski analysis" to a penguin who he tried to steal but the honk gave it away. Later Bossuet fell into the dolphin tank when he was booping its nose.

Cosette cried after Gavroche called her sis.

Montparnasse joined R and Bahorel in boxing.

Marius knows how to play the flute, oh how they all laughed about it.

Valjean approves of Eponine

Javert approves of Marius.

Cosette doesn't need their approval

Marius and Eponine do.

Gavroche is like the mother of all tricksters, and javert takes him to jail to show him what happen when you misbehave... somehow javert was locked in a cell while Gavroche sat at his desk eating donuts.

Bossuet once found a ring and returned it to the owner just for the owner to offer up her daughter for him to marry.... Joly was jealous and it was adorable.

Montparnasse knows how to do hair like super well. Like he is a hairstylist underneath that "tough" guy act.

Grantaire had an argument with someone about jumping off a second story building and surviving, so to prove that you would survive he jumped and broke his foot. Joly and Combeferre checked him out and would yell at him if he was walking without any type of support.... Joly threaten to hit him with his cane.

Eponine can hotwire a car as well as open locked doors, she doesn't use it for bad, most of the time.

Enjolras once had a bird land on his hand while they were chilling outside. It made him so happy, he petted it and it chirped a little song. The smile he had on his face was so bright it burned R's eyes and heart. He drew him and the bird (who Enjolras named Patria).

Feuilly grew out his hair once and than cut it to donate it. (First he offered it to Bossuet... he was not amused)

Gavroche stole a horse and found a way to get it in his room where it stayed for a month before someone found it and took it back.

Valjean once lifted Javert up when he refused to give him his seat back and it make Javert so flustered because he did it with such ease.

Courfeyrac kissed Marius on New Years as a joke which made everyone laugh except a very jealous Combeferre.

Grantaire and Combeferre invented a game where they would prank the others and you would get points if the fell for it. (Ex: Grantaire going on a rant about how marvelous the revolution is and how they can achieve everything they sit their mind to. Enjolras made him get a wellness check because he knows that was a whole bunch of BS.) (Another Ex: Combeferre talk about how he misjudge Napoleon, which made Marius so happy just for it to come crashing down.)

Cosette is a very crafty person and she makes very cool things for her Papa. She made a sweater for him once and he loves it.

Valjean is also a crafty person so he made Cosette a beautiful figure of a cat.

#les amis de l'abc #grantaire #enjolras #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #combeferre #courfeyrac #les miserables #courferre #cosette fauchelevent #eposette #eponine thenardier #gavroche #jehan prouvaire #joly #javert #jehan #les amis #montparnasse #musichetta #barricade boys #bossuet #bahorel #feuilly #valvert #jean valjean #marius pontmercy

[clairelsonao3]

5 Songs You Actually Listen to Tag Game (Holiday Version) plus a whumpy song bonus!

RULES: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!! (Not necessarily holiday songs, I'm just choosing to take it in that direction for this post!)

@thebejeweledwatercat (post here) tagged me in this one, and given the season and my general year-round obsession with music, I decided it made sense to do a holiday version to help narrow it down. And also so I can be totally nerdy and annoying by choosing 5 holiday songs off my dozens of obscure seasonal playlists! (If you HAVE heard of and/or listened to any of these songs, step right up and get your gingerbread cookie!)

I generally use Spotify to link to music, but many of these are so obscure they aren't on Spotify. Many of them originate from growing up with my dad, who in turn was obsessed with obscure Christmas music before I was, and who not only played his mixtapes on car trips to see our relatives in Duluth, Minnesota every year around the holidays, but actually had a seasonal side gig appearing on local radio stations as their seasonal Dr. Demento. And thus the cycle continues.

To all of you there

From all of us here

Capitol sends a bundle of cheer

Capitol is goin' to town!

This is exactly what it sounds like: a very hastily produced 1945 Christmas promo of "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town" with the lyrics changed courtesy of Johnny Mercer and a group of the label's artists and other random staffers from the Capitol Records office, many of whom get name-checked in the song.

Perhaps part of the reason my dad turned out how he did is because he grew up in the one and only Christmas City of the North (TM): Duluth, Minnesota. The song (another promo, I can't help it!) was originally recorded by Merv Griffin in 1962 for the KBJR Christmas City Parade. I don't know if it actually increased holiday tourism to the city at the time, but it certainly paid off 50 or so years later.

Up on the hilltops pick on an icicle

Chew it while you slide to fun below

Down in midtown people are nicicle

Come this Christmas to the Christmas City I'll go

As some may not know, there's a whole cavalcade of lovable Christmas characters who failed in their attempts to become the next Rudolph or Frosty, from Suzy Snowflake to Santa Mouse to Lil Elfy (the elf who, of all things, was just TOO small) to Lil Klinker ("the pup who woke Santa up").

But none beats Jingle-O the Brownie, the OG Elf on the Shelf, 50 years or so before that was a thing. You can't convince me any different.

Now Jingle-O, he makes a trip each day in his red rocket ship

Around the world to see if you've been being good or bad

He's got a great big magic eye that watches you from in the sky

And when he sees you acting mean poor Jingle-O is sad

I probably could do a whole separate post on whumpy Christmas songs alone. But for now, I'll let you choose: Do you want the one about Baby Jesus killing innocent children for refusing to play with him and then being beaten by Mary with a withy switch as punishment?

So he made a bridge of beams of the sun

And over the river ran he

And after him ran these rich young lords

And drowned they all three

Or do you want the one about the guy who drives drunk, crashes into a cop car, nearly kills himself, gets thrown in jail after apparently receiving no medical treatment whatsoever, then is further tortured by being forced to listen to people happily celebrating the holiday outside of his cell?

Got rocks in my head

Wish I was dead

Ain't gonna drink and drive no more

And BONUS!

OR do you want the one about two Irish ne'er-do-wells who encounter a couple of army recruiters on a Christmas morning walk by the seaside, and instead of entertaining their pro-military-industrial-complex bullshit, choose to beat them half to death with a shillelagh?

I know it says to tag 10 people, but I'm just gonna OPEN TAG it and let people chime in if they want.

Merry Christmas if you do Christmas, and Season's Greetings and Happy New Year to all!

#christmas #happy holidays #whump #not writing #christmas music #tag game #whumpy music #holidays #merry christmas #Youtube

[apoptoses]

Different anon but I recently watched crash because of your james spader posting and I loved it!! I also am exclusively picturing daniel as him now, he’s the perfect face claim. Also would love to hear your film recs!

yessss, it's such an insane movie, it's SO good! and it's not vampire-relevant at all but somehow a man who chases vampires and dates one and a man who chases the sexual thrill of car accidents are just two sides of the same coin imo

(and he is perfect, right?? welcome to the club 🥹)

so my offical spader recs are:

Sex Lies and Videotape

Spader plays Graham, a gentle weirdo who is impotent and has a kink for interviewing women about their sex lives and then watching the videos of said interviews back when he's alone.

watch it for: the interviewing the impotency combo have huge vampire!daniel vibes. he's so non-threatening, so politely weird, so eager to lie back and let a pretty auburn haired person touch his face. 100% molloy vibes.

Crash

you've already seen this, anon, but for anyone who hasn't: Spader is James Ballard, a guy who gets into a car accident and discovers a whole underground culture of weirdos who are horny for car crashes, and keep escalating their dangerous sex acts to find new thrills

watch it for: listen this movie is so outrageously horny and all about putting other people's lives at risk to get your own thrill, and if that isn't vampire adjacent i don't know what is. also the wife of spader's character is so emotionally flat and full of clinical vocabulary. the scene with her and spader in bed, talking about him sleeping with a man- it's armand and daniel, just trust me.

Secretary

a CLASSIC. he's the original Mr. Grey, deeply repressed dom who hires maggie gyllenhal as his secretary and ends up in a bdsm relationship with her. it's a very sweet movie with lots of kink, it's a lot of fun.

watch it for: the theme of letting your guard down and being fully understood. he's not at his most molloy here, but it's just a great film and gives you lots to think about in terms of what constitutes a relationship and letting another person in.

Dream Lover

Spader has a one night stand turned marriage with Madchen Amick, with all sorts of psychological twists and guessing games about who is the insane one and who is lying about their entire life.

watch it for: he's gorgeous, the sex scenes are 🥵 and if you squint you can blur Madchen Amick into looking like Armand lol he goes from gentle lover to mentally unhinged to murderer and looks beautiful the whole time, what else do you want?

Jack's Back

i don't even know how to explain this movie except to say that it's an 80's serial killer flick that's so bad it's good. Spader plays twins so you get to see him as the good boy and the bad boy here.

watch it for: the twin he plays in the first 1/4 of the movie is very molloy, so sweet and flirty and dedicated to his job. he does a lot of great eye rolling and arguing and then gets into the most weirdly kinky bad spot before his brother shows up. lots of nice shots of spader bloody, sweaty, smoking, exhausted, or some combination of all four. pure 80s trash but molloy adjacent in that he's a beautiful eyeful getting into trouble.

Bad Influence

More schlock in which Spader strikes up a friendship with bad boy Rob Lowe and gets his life ruined/is convinced to do some awful shit before embarking on a quest for revenge.

watch it for: Spader looking gorgeous in glasses, starting out innocent and then doing lots of unhinged things. it's more 'so bad it's good' stuff and seeing him be gentle but also get violent gives me so many thoughts about vampire daniel.

Stargate

A sci-fi flick in which he plays a physics nerd who is able to open a portal to another planet. Basically ancient aliens meets terminator.

watch it for: his character is literally named daniel and he's so sweetly passionate about his science stuff/ancient languages, very 'daniel molloy: pupil of marius' tbh

Other fun movies, but which are scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of quality or how often he appears:

•Tuff Turf (he is SO pretty in this one) •Cocaine: One Man's Seduction (watch a compilation of his scenes via youtube for some 80's daniel/angry daniel fodder) •Pretty in Pink (he's a wealthy 80s bad boy who's only in part of the film, the visuals are nice for picturing Night Island Daniel) •The New Kids (an awful movie in which hs plays an awful person but he gets covered in blood and has the kinkiest scene where he gets tied up, when you see it you'll know) •A Killer in the Family (more god awful stuff, but he's so so pretty and so permanently annoyed I couldn't look away) •Storyville (so, so dry but the jiujitsu scene and the kiss scene with the lawyer lady are worth seeing) •Curtain Call (really, really hard to hunt down but it's a cute romcom where he lives in a haunted house and is permanently annoyed, also him dancing with his love interest is so sweet and lovely i'm still picturing armand and daniel dancing like that)

I think this breaks down 80% of his filmography lol But really, watch sex lies and videotape, crash, and secretary for sure!! The rest are just excellent oggling material/potential smut inspo ♥

#apoptoses answers #spader!daniel

[maribatz-2k]

Day 11: Team Work

Visiting Dick at Titan Tower is a big surprise for him. But I wasn't expecting to be sitting in the living room with his teammates playing video games. Dick was away on a mission when I arrived so my surprise has just became even better. Beating Beast Boy at one of his favorite games, then I took a swing with Cyborg at his racing game. With each win I jump up excited and smiles big. It's been back and forth between the two as Raven had entered to "meditate." Starfire had gone with Dick as far as I know.

Satisfied with my tenth win between the boys I set the controller down on the table and clap.

"Alright! I need help." I say.

"What do you need help with." Beast Boy says interested. Cyborg adjusts himself to listen to my plea. We exchange words and a plan is filled in place.

Back in position on the floor in the living room with the boys, Raven sitting next to Beast Boy on the sofa. The elevator dings signalling everyone that Robin and Starfire have returned from their mission. With a shrug we continued to play even when the two return holding hands.

"Hey guys, what are we playing?" Dick asks hopping over the back of the couch and Star leans over it.

"Beating Mari at Racing." Cyborg declares just before I slam my car into his to the side and speed forward, leaving behind in my dust. His smile falls with a painful groan and throws his hands in the air, losing his controller behind him. A loud noise follows the thud of the device that grabs everyone's attention. I release a shiver of discomfort but tries to keep my car from crashing into the half wall. Letting out a curse as I did wreck and puts the device down when the power shuts off.

"What was that?" I asked looking around barely able to see everyone.

"The power just shut off. I'll check it out." Cyborg says getting up and leaves out the double doors he had to force open and disappear. Star moves close to Dick scared a little about what is happening. Suddenly a loud yell could be heard around the tower and sending all of us into a huddle.

"Is Cy alright? He has to be. It's just the power." Beast Boy said stuttering. Raven looks around confused before stepping back and walks toward the door. Beast Boy follows after her not wanting to leave her alone. I watch as they disappear around the door and then jump from the sudden thunder that roared around the Tower. I move to the window and stare out wondering where the weather came from and see the water rushing against the island. Interesting.

Starfire let's out a squeak as the thunder roars again. I turn with a smile on my face seeing her grip Robin's arm. I stare at them not wanting to feel like I am interrupting them again. That is a story another time, if you must know.

Okay so, Dick is trying to calm Starfire down before moving toward me by the TV. He's trying to not show any signs of fear that he is emanating from inside. He may not show his emotions physically but I could always feel it from him. Thanks Batman.

"Should we go check on everyone? They went quiet?" Dick looked at me confused then cleared his throat.

"Ye-" He stops fixing his squeak of a voice. "Nah, they should be fine." He says clearer and lower in tone. I have never seen him this scared before. Suddenly something touches my foot letting out a sudden squeak and jump on the sofa.

"The hell!" A pink wiggle worm with a big mouth was sitting where I stood smiling up at me. "What is that?" I point at it not sure I had ever seen it before and Starfire giggles picking up the icky worm thing like a baby, literally the size of the baby.

"His name is Silkie. He's my pet." Starfire says smiling so big almost all of her teeth can be seen.

"You have a pet Larva?" I stare dumbfounded by the sight. A shudder goes down my spine. Star gives a nod then kisses the insect. Eeeewww. I look at Dick sickly as he just watches like his heart isn't racing from the fear but with desire for the space teen. Wow, just wow and ew.

The tower suddenly shook underneath us causing Star to jump and float as Dick and I fall against the table. We set each other up and try to stay stable.

"Okay something is going on. We need to find everyone." My voice shaky and instructive. Dick scowls before giving me a small nod. I move to take the lead, only for him to get in front and walk us to the hallway. Pitch black, no movement, no light from the outside. Lightening strikes around us giving us the brief light showing a shadowy figure floating around the walls.

"The heck was that?!" I shout, covering my mouth. Dick pulls out something from this utility belt, a flash light, and shine it down the hallway. The crazy shadow had disappeared but the others were still no where. Dick walks forward with Star and I still behind him. We look around opening every room finding nothing. Between every tower shaking rumble of the thunder follows the limited lighting from the lightning and the glitching of the flashlight. Star, floating next to me with her pet, was shaking with fear. Id be lying if I wasn't enjoying this a bit. We ended up near the elevator and pushed on the button forgetting we have no power at all until we hear a loud thud and Cyborg appears with a thud behind us.

"Cy!" I run over to check on him. He had no light through his robotic side of him but he moved just a little to look up.

"It's back Robin." He says with a rasp trying to reach for me. I reach for his hand as a dark tentacle like thing wraps itself around his waist and yank him away. Everything in me says to jump for him and so I do, slamming my body into the floor with no avail. I'm sure there will be a bruise somewhere on my upper body. I stand turning to run back to Dick and Star.

"Mari! Watch out!" Dick runs to me, reaching to grab my hand. I stretch out feeling the tentacle wrap around my waist taking my feet out from under me and lift me up. He jumps, grabbing my hands, and pulls down to try to free me. Star drops her pet and grabs Dick's body forcing the three of us against the tugging tentacle. My hands become sweaty, slippery, and wet, sliding out of his grasp and screams as I get engulfed by the shadowy figure.

I found myself in a room with Raven, Beast Boy, and Cy playing cards as they waited for me.

"About time. we were getting bored." Beast Boy says, dropping a pair of doubles on the floor and stands up. "Ready for part 2?"

What? You didn't know this was my plan? Surprise! That's okay. So here's what happened next. The four of us move along the shadows of the tower following Star and Dick as they look for us. Raven forces the shadow monster to move them back to the lounge. Starfire keeps throwing her weird green blasts at the monster. Beast Boy shifts into some odd small creature moving through the shadows and hide in the lounge and begin to open and close all the cabinet doors. Loud bangs fill the room. Cyborg went and connected to the power supply and force the tv on, making it change channels and replay different words.

Dick circled the room confused and scared. He reached for Starfire wanting to keep her safe, but I reach for her and drag her into the shadow with me. Covering her mouth to keep her silent for the remainder of this whole thing. We I make a shh sound and get a nod from her as Raven moves the creature closer to Dick, eyes and teeth ready to eat him. I've got everyone ready to move closer, and we began. The closer the monster got, the closer we got. Star stayed behind watching trying to figure out what was happening.

And just as the boys and I get ready to jump on Dick, the freaky pink bug slides and rubs against my leg. I let out a loud shriek and jumped prematurely falling through the monster and in his arms. The reaction caused everything to dissipate and reveal everyone standing around us. The power kicks back on, the boys are laughing, Raven just stands there shaking her head, and Star just blinks then picks up Silkie. My heart stops pounding long enough to look around finding myself on Dick's lap and our faces bright red. Quickly I crawl off his body and stand there mad at myself for ruining the plan but more embarrassed for landing in his arms.

"Haha well.." Cyborg begins.

"That didn't..haha." Beast Boy follows. Cyborg hits his leg.

"Go as...haha... plan.."

"Haha..but that..was.."

"Too funny..haha!" The boys kept laughing enjoying themselves at my misery. Dick looked between all of us confused then connected the dots. He blushes with embarrassment and glares at me. If looks could kill.

"So what happened next Aunt Mari?" One of the little kids asks Marinette.

"Well my little ones. Robin refused to talk to Ladybug for a whole month." She says.

"That's not okay!" The crowd of children shout. Dick had just walked by stopping as he heard the shout.

"Now, now children. Don't worry, Ladybug still plays many pranks on him." And only to emphasis Marinette pulls it out a nerf gun and shoot a balloon that hung over the door way popping over and covering Dick's head with washable paint and glitter. She quickly stands up and makes a run for out the manor door, Dick hot on her heels.

@maribatserver

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #maribatmarch2023 #late late late!

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Cruel Summer | Gil Rizzo (Part 1)

Part one: Before Summer

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Pairing: Gil Rizzo x OC! Lorraine Maraschino

Warnings: Gil gets hurt

Author's note: Let’s pretend the fair and the race happen right before summer break instead of winter break. Okay? Okay. I also made up a last name for Shy Guy.

Words: 6,415 

A girl’s reputation is very often all she has. So fragile, so precious. So easily ruined by one mistake. Lorraine Maraschino didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into that summer. All she knew was that it started when she attended the drag race the kids from Rydell High had organized where she met the guy that would steal her heart and break it in the span of one cruel summer. 

“Lori?” 

Lorraine was at the Rydell County Racing Tracks with her friends from Saint Bernadette, waiting for the race to finally start when she heard the oddly familiar voice from behind her. Confused, the girl turned around towards the sound, finding the source rather quickly. 

Edward Goldman. Lovingly named ‘Shy Guy’ by his best friends. The boy she went to kindergarten with. A wide smile spread on Lori’s face as she ran over to him and wrapped him up in a tight hug. 

“How are you?” she asked when she finally let go of him. 

The boy blushed. “I’m all right. How are you? How’s St. Bernadette’s treating you?” 

Lori shrugged. “Oh, you know… Terribly.” She opened her mouth to add something when an arm was wrapped around her. Doused in confusion by the scent of an unfamiliar cologne, Lori turned her face towards the face that was attached to the rest of that body, finding a dashing young man next to her. 

“Shy Guy, why don’t you introduce us to this beautiful young lady?” he asked, sending a wink at Lorraine. 

Though his flirty nature caused Lori’s stomach to flutter, she couldn’t show him that. So, she grabbed his hand and removed his arm from her shoulder, taking a step away from him. “Who says this young lady wants to be introduced to you?” she asked, raising her brows. 

Shy Guy let out a chuckle. The girl hadn’t changed much since Kindergarten. She had always been this feisty and confident. It was how they met in the first place. The kids in their class were picking on him for being so shy, so Lori marched up to them and burned them down with her vicious, vicious words. Ever since then, they’d been the best of friends. Even when they went to different schools. Since High School, the two hadn’t seen each other very often anymore, aside from the occasional bumping into one another around town, but it didn’t destroy their love for one another. 

“This is Lorraine Maraschino,” Shy Guy introduced. “My best friend since Kindergarten.” 

The tall, dashing guy extended his hand for her to shake, but she refused. “Pleasure,” she simply said with the fakest of smiles. Lori wanted to turn on her heel, but the guy didn’t give off. He grabbed her by the wrist and twirled her until she was pressed against his chest. 

“You might be trying to resist me now, but believe me, you won’t keep it up.” His voice was just above a whisper, hoarse and spine-tingling. “The name’s Gil Rizzo.”  

Gil let go of her and watched her with a smirk as she walked back to her friends, all dazed and confused while trying to keep up the scowl. He knew he had gotten under her skin. But what he didn’t know was that Lori was stubborn and a sore loser. If he wanted to play this game, she was going to play along. And she was going to win. 

While Lori started talking to her friends, Gil had turned back to the car he was going to race in. She couldn’t help but sneak glances his way. Though he was being impossible and had way too big of an ego, Lori couldn’t deny how dashing and charming he was. She just knew her heart was going to be broken by him. 

For the one second she was finally able to tear her eyes off him, one of the other students of Rydell High had walked up to Gil’s car and tapped against the rod that kept the hood up, causing it to crash down onto the boy’s hand. He let out a yelp while bystanders gasped, even Lori let out a gasp once she saw what had happened. 

She watched as Shy Guy and their other friend lifted the hood to free Gil’s hand. The moment he was free, a girl with glasses walked up to him, asked him if he could make a fist. Gil tried, but failed quickly, and removed himself from the situation. 

Being genuinely worried about him, but also needing to be reminded of the game they had started, Lori walked up to him, untying the scarf from her uniform. “Hey, you okay?” she asked softly whilst wrapping the scarf around his hand. 

Gil looked up, the pain in his eyes subsiding for that glint of flirtiness. “I am now.” 

For a split second, Lori got swallowed by the charm in his voice and the sparkle in his eyes, but then quickly reminded herself of who she was. She tugged harshly at the scarf, causing the boy to yelp. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Gil…” she said innocently with spoonfuls of honey laced in her voice. 

“I guess you’ll have to forfeit,” the blonde girl from the other team said, capturing Gil and Lori’s attention. 

“Huh?” Gil said while Lori held his injured, scarf-wrapped hand. 

The girl with the glasses shook her head. “No one’s forfeiting. I’ll drive,” she said, causing a rumble of laughter from the other team. 

“Fine by me!” one of the boys said. 

Another boy, who Lori knew as Buddy Aldridge, walked up to the girl. “Jane, I’m not gonna race you. You flunked driver’s ed.” The girl took a deep breath, clearly not wanting to be reminded of that. “They shouldn’t have to forfeit. Gil got hurt. Let’s just call it off.” 

“But then you’ll both still be expelled,” the only black guy in their group pointed out. 

The blonde girl from the opposing team stepped up next to Buddy. “I’ll race her,” she said. Lori glanced over to Gil, who was equally as confused as she was. “I flunked too. That’s fair.” 

“No, it’s too dangerous. Someone could get hurt,” Buddy protested. 

While the blonde whispered something to Buddy Aldridge, Lori turned to Gil. “Still hurts?” she asked, looking down at his injured hand. 

The boy hissed painfully for the first time in five minutes. “Yes, very much so,” he replied. Lori knew he was lying. He hadn’t been hissing in pain for the entirety of this conversation. He just wanted her to have pity on him and keep holding his hand. 

“Oh, poor you.” She pouted, patting the hand she was holding, inflicting even more pain in him. At least then he wouldn’t be lying. 

Once Buddy had agreed the two girls race instead of him and Gil, the boys helped the racers get ready. Gil looked down at Lori’s hand holding his before his eyes flicked up to hers. “As much as I’m loving this. I’m gonna need my hand to help Jane out,” he told her. 

A slight blush crept onto Lori’s face, but she quickly shook off the awkwardness. There was a game she needed to win. “Oh, that’s too bad. I was just enjoying holding your hand.” She shot him a sweet smile before letting him go. 

Lori stood on the sidelines as she watched Gil work the car, preparing it for the much shorter girl. Her eyes moved from his flexing biceps to the muscles in his shoulders tensing and relaxing. She couldn’t deny that it did something to her. 

“Girl, you’re drooling,” her friend, Evelyn, told her before she and her other friend started giggling. 

Biting her lip as it turned up into a smirk, Lori shrugged. “Can you blame me? Look at him.”

“Oh, believe me, we are looking,” answered Josephine. 

Lori allowed herself a little longer to stare at the boy while a plan concocted in her mind. “He thinks he’s so slick trying to rile me up, but I think I can make him fall in love with me by the end of the summer.” 

“You sure you wanna play that game, Lore?” Josephine asked, worry laced in her tone. Lori looked at her friend, allowing the question to simmer in her brain for just a moment.

Shrugging, Lori turned back to Gil. “It’s gonna keep this summer… interesting.” 

Just as the three of them turned back to the race, the girls had just sped off, starting the race. Before either of them had gone very far, Susan accidentally stopped right in front of Jane, blocking her entire pathway. The girl apologized profusely and struggled as she tried to back up. Once she was back on her track, the girls sped off again, officially starting the race. Along with the rest of the audience, Lori cheered and yelled, supporting Jane in her race. At one point, the blonde, whose name was Susan, Lori learned, got ahead of Jane, but she quickly overtook her and now they were neck and neck. 

Out of pure adrenaline, Lori went back to stand next to Gil, cheering the racing girl on together. During the final lap, Susan overtook Jane again. The nerves of the crowd got to them. Lori looked up at Shy Guy, who was standing next to her, clutching his friend’s, Potato, she had learned, jacket. She tilted her head, brows furrowed, as the two of them quickly let go of one another. 

“You boys good?” she asked, giggling. 

Shy Guy coughed. “Yeah, of course.” His voice sounded deeper than it actually was. 

Chuckling, Lori shook her head and turned back to the race where Jane was losing. The girl in the T-Bird car accelerated, taking over on Susan. A few feet before the finish line, the black car gave out. Smoke started coming from underneath the hood, slowing the car right down to allow the opponent to drive across the finish line first. While Susan’s friends all burst out into cheers, Jane’s team all gasped in disappointment before all of them ran up to the cars. Lori watched as Gil opened the door to help Jane out. 

Gil took a few steps back from the car and heaved in a deep breath. Lori took this moment to walk up to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, capturing his attention. “Hey, it’s not that bad, right? It wasn’t like there was that much at stake…” 

Scoffing, the boy shook his head and walked away from Lori, leaving her with a feeling of guilt and confusion. The girl turned to her friends and then to her oldest friend. Shy Guy offered her a smile. 

“What did I miss?” she asked Shy Guy. 

“Our friend, Richie, was expelled, along with Buddy. This race was to decide who was going to stay at Rydell High. Susan won, so Buddy gets to stay,” the boy explained with a sad sigh. 

Potato joined the Kindergarten friends. “Not only is he losing his best friend, the girl he’s been puppy-dogging for years is getting married tomorrow.” 

Blinking rapidly, Lori tried to register all this new information. At least now she understood why Gil was mad at her. “Oh, shit,” she finally muttered, letting her eyes land on the brooding boy who was standing a few feet away from them. 

She felt bad for him. Maybe Josephine was right. Maybe she shouldn’t play that dangerous game she had in her mind. She couldn’t play that game with someone whose soul is already destroyed. Or maybe she should play this game to distract him from what he’s feeling right now. 

“Lore,” Evelyn called, capturing Lori’s attention. “We’re heading to the Frosty Palace, you coming?” 

After one last glance at the charming T-Bird, Lori nodded her head. “Maybe I’ll see you guys there?” 

“Sure thing,” Shy Guy said with a nod. Potato gave her a smile and a wave before letting her pass to get to her friends. The three of them headed down to the diner and got into a booth together. 

“So,” Josephine started as she sipped her milkshake, “You still planning on breaking that boy’s heart?” 

Lori moved her straw around her glass, sighing. “I’m not sure. He seemed really upset after the race… I’m not sure if I wanna break his heart even more, ya know?” She trailed off a little. “Or break my own heart.” 

Glancing up at the door as the bell above it rang, Lori witnessed the three T-Birds walking inside the diner. All of a sudden, everything seemed to be going in slow-motion. The sunlight casted onto the boys fell just right, creating a halo effect around them. Lori’s heart skipped a beat as Gil’s eyes locked with hers and showed her that perfect, toothpaste-commercial-like smile. 

“Hey there, ladies,” he greeted when he and his friends walked up to their table. 

Lori smirked, letting her tongue glide across her teeth. “How’s the car? I hope it’s... salvageable?” she asked in a honey-sweet voice, which visibly had an effect on the boy. 

“Oh, uh, yeah… I think so. I-It’s in the shop, so Mr. Zdunowski will get it back into tip top shape,” he explained as if the girls actually cared about that. “Once it’s mine again, maybe you and I could head to the drive-in together,” he asked Lori, smoothly sliding into the booth right next to her and placing his arm on the back of the booth, right behind her head. 

Glancing over to her friends, Lori debated whether to go full out or to temper herself and not go through with her whole game plan. But seeing Gil look at her like that, like she was a piece of meat that he wanted to devour, made her realize she had to go full throttle. There was no other way. 

Lori leaned in closer to him, her fingers toying with the hem of his leather jacket. “Sure thing. But why wait until your car’s ready? How ‘bout you–” she pressed her manicured finger to his chest for emphasis, “Take me to the fair tomorrow.” 

A nervous chuckle rolled across his lips as he looked up at his overly excited friends. Lori knew she was winning already. Or at least, she thought she was until he turned back to her and tucked a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. “Why wait until tomorrow? How ‘bout I buy you a drink now?” 

 Lori pretended to play off her flusteredness. He couldn’t know what he was doing to her. That would make him too confident and give her less credit to win this game they were clearly both playing. She lifted the glass of milkshake from the table. “I already got myself a drink.” 

“A woman with her own resources to take care of herself. My kinda woman,” he almost growled that last part, sending shivers down Lori’s spine. “But I know there’s a princess hidden away in you. A princess who wants to be spoiled. So, let me spoil that side of you. Let me buy you a drink.” 

Tilting her head to the side, Lori contemplated his offer. She could stay and enjoy his company for a little while longer or she could make him wait. “Mmh, no…” she replied innocently. Shy Guy and Potato, who were standing a few feet away from them, listening in on their conversation, couldn’t help but laugh at their friend’s poor attempt of wooing the girl. “We have to go,” she added and finished the last of her drink before signaling to Evelyn and Josephine to scoot out of the booth the other way. 

Lori got up and turned back to Gil, leaning her elbows on the table as she grabbed his previously injured hand that still held her scarf. Slowly and seductively, she started untying the scarf while whispering, “But I’ll see you tomorrow at the fair...” She used the fabric to brush up his arm and wrap it around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. “Lover boy.” 

She let go of him, causing him to fall back into the booth before turning and walking off towards her friends, tying the scarf around her neck again. Her friends’ jaws hung low in amused shock. Giggling, Lori pushed the two of them out of the diner, feeling like she had just won the first round of their game. 

The summer of 1955 was going to be an interesting one, to say the least, and it hadn’t even properly started. 

Lori and her friends arrived at the fun fair the next day after their last school assembly before winter break. All three of them were still dressed in their uniforms, but Lori didn’t care. She knew it did something to Gil, which was going to help her if she was going to drive him crazy. 

“Good afternoon, ladies.” 

The boy was earlier than Lori had even anticipated. She turned and smiled up at the three boys in front of them, Gil at the forefront. Her tongue skidded across her teeth as her smile turned into an amused smirk. 

“Gentlemen,” Lori greeted back. 

Gil let out a cool laugh before stepping closer towards the curly blonde. “Now, I believe one of you owes me a date.” 

Placing her hand on his chest to stop him from coming closer, Lori clicked her tongue a couple of times. “We owe you nothing. But you might get a date out of this if you win me a prize.” 

“Well then…” Gil replied, his tone unwavering at Lori’s words as though it didn’t even have an effect on him. He turned and held out his arm for her to take. “Let’s win the lady a prize as precious as her.” Lori hesitated, but rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the elbow. 

Gil took her around the fair, trying to decide which game to play to win her a prize. Lori’s eyes landed on the ring toss stand. She gasped. “Oh, I love that game!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the game. 

A chuckle rumbled the boy’s chest. “All right, then. Ring toss it is.” As Lori let go of his arm, he paid the young man behind the stand for the two of them and got handed a couple rings. He kindly divided them between him and Lori before the two of them turned towards the pins. 

“Okay, let’s make this a bet,” Lori started before either of them had thrown a ring. “If I get more points than you, I get the pink dog.” She pointed towards the pink fluffy dog on the side. “If you win, I get the pink dog and you get to take me to the Frosty Palace on a real date.” 

Gil’s head tilted to the right, looking at Lori as if she’d just said something scandalous. “How’s that fair?” 

“We could also just go for me winning the pink dog,” she retorted innocently, her voice laced with honey. 

Shaking his head, Gil protested. “No, I want that date at Frosty’s.” 

“Then try to win from me.” 

“Oh, it’s on, Miss Cherry.” 

The new nickname for her distracted Lori long enough for Gil to throw his first ring with an amused smile plastered on his face. He knew what he was doing to her, even though she had tried her hardest to conceal it. Lori shook herself out of her thoughts and focused on the game at hand. For the longest time, both of them were scoring equally as many points. Up until the last ring for both of them. As Lori focused on getting those last points, Gil’s eyes landed on her. With a wicked smirk on his face, he placed his hand over her eyes just as Lori tossed the ring. The sudden lack of sight caused the ring to land next to the pin. Lori’s jaw dropped as she yanked his hand off her and turned to Gil in disbelief. While Lori had lost her focus, Gil had taken the advantage to toss the ring and score the last points, winning the game and their bet. 

“That’s how you do that!” he exclaimed excitedly whilst taking the stuffed animal from the guy behind the counter. “Thank you very much.” 

The boy turned to Lori, but stopped halfway when his eyes caught onto someone. His excited smile dropped and his shoulders slumped. Upon seeing his sudden reaction, Lori allowed her eyes to follow his to find out who he was looking at. The girl in the pink jacket was wearing what seemed like a wedding dress. Lori remembered Shy Guy and Potato telling her about the girl Gil liked, the girl that was getting married today. 

Wanting to distract him from the very visible heartbreak, Lori grabbed the pink dog from his hands. “You are a cheater, Gil Rizzo,” she told him, capturing his attention. 

“I didn’t cheat. I just… Played smart,” he shrugged before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her along, away from the girl who had stolen and broken his heart. “So, do I get that date to the Frosty Palace?” 

Lori grinned up at him. “Sure thing…” They came to a halt where Evelyn and Josephine were hanging out with Shy Guy and Potato. “Eve, Jose, Gil is buying us a drink at the Frosty Palace today,” she told her friends excitedly and when she looked up at Gil, he completely deadpanned. 

That wasn’t what he had in mind. 

“Oh, yay!” Potato exclaimed, clapping his hands. “Me too! Me too!” 

“How about a drink for your oldest friend, Rizzo?” A deep voice came from behind Lori and Gil. 

The couple turned around to find a tall, dark-haired man standing in front of them. Lori had never seen him in all her life, so he must not be from around here. Judging from the surprised look on Gil’s face, he did know the guy. 

“Zuko!” Gil let out a laugh as he let go of Lori and wrapped his buddy up in a hug. “What are you doing here?” 

‘Zuko’ shrugged. “Moved to Rydell. Dad got a new job here or somethin’.” 

Gil turned and wrapped an arm around his friend. “Everyone, this is my boy Frankie. He was my best friend when I was a kid in New York.” Lori smiled at Frankie and offered the boy a wave. “Zuko, these are my fellow T-Birds; Shy Guy and Potato. And these are the lovely ladies from St. Bernadette’s. Lorraine, Evelyn and Josephine.” 

With the plan to make Gil slightly jealous, Lori stepped closer to the boys and reached out her hand. “You can call me Lori,” she told him in that same tone she used on Gil. Frankie chuckled as he shook the girl’s hand. 

“And Lori owes me a date,” Gil retorted back, his voice stern and defiant. 

“Lori owes you nothing,” Lori said. Her tone mimicked his. “But we were on our way to the Frosty Palace for a milkshake. You wanna come, Frankie?” 

“If Rizzo’s buying? Of course.” 

Lori let out a laugh upon noticing Gil’s annoyed face before grabbing his hand and dragging him along to the exit of the fair. Followed by Potato, Shy Guy, Evelyn, Josephine and Zuko, the couple made their way towards the diner. Gil wrapped an arm around Lori’s shoulders and she let him, even holding his hand that rested on the opposite shoulder. 

While Potato and Shy Guy were entertaining Evelyn and Josephine, Lori and Gil got wrapped up in a conversation. He asked her questions, she answered them as unsarcastically as she possibly could. 

“Oh,” Gil said when he stopped in his tracks, his arm retracting from Lori’s shoulder. Looking up, she noticed the girls in the pink jackets with the girl in the wedding dress at the front. “Hiya girls,” he said and moved to stand next to the group of girls, taking Lori with him by placing an arm on her lower back. “I just wanted to introduce you to my old pal from when I was a kid in New York. He just moved here to Ry-hell.” A lot of the kids from the racing tracks joined them, wanting to hear about Gil’s old pal. “This here’s my boy Frankie, but everyone calls him…” 

Before Gil could finish his sentence, Jane pushed her way through the wall of friends. “Zuko?!” she called out in bitter surprise. “I said I never wanted to see you again and I meant it!” As the girl pushed back through her friends towards the diner, her peers looked at her in confusion before turning back to the culprit. 

“What in the heck was that?” Lori murmured, so only Gil could hear. 

“No clue,” he replied. “How about that milkshake, huh?” 

Lori nodded her head before grabbing Josephine and Evelyn’s attention, making sure they were heading inside with them. The seven of them grabbed a booth  at one of the circular tables, just to make sure that all seven teens would fit inside. Gil and Lori sat at the very end of the half-circle of a seat, just so that they would have at least a little bit of privacy. 

“So, girls,” Potato started before Gil could even say anything to the girl next to him. “All of you go to St. Bernadette’s?" 

Chuckling, Lori exchanged glances with her friends before turning to the T-Bird. “Yes, Potato. We do.” 

“Well, up until this year, all of us did,” Josephine corrected, sending a glare to the curly blonde. 

Lori rolled her eyes. “Fine, yes. I’m transferring to Rydell High next year,” she admitted with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

A smile crept onto Gil’s face as he wrapped an arm around Lori’s shoulders, pressing her closer into his chest. “Ah, so I’ll be able to see your pretty face every day, starting from September?” 

“Unfortunately,” Lori replied teasingly. “Yeah, no, I got kicked out of school.” She rolled her eyes at the memory of her parents yelling at her for an entire night when they found out. 

“What did you get yourself wrapped into?” Shy Guy asked, chuckling. 

Lori smiled at him. “You don’t want to know.” 

“I do, actually,” Gil tried. 

The girl opened her mouth to answer, but got quickly interrupted by the waitress placing their order of milkshakes on the table. “Oh, could you get us some fries too, please?” she asked politely. 

Though Lori had always been the kind of person to raise hell and make sure she was bold and heard everywhere, she made a vow never to be rude to waiters. That was one thing she could never do. 

“So, Zuko,” Lori then turned to the New Yorker. “Tell me, is New York as bad as people say?”

Evelyn leaned in closer to the table, resting her elbows on the tabletop and her face on her fists. “I heard the girls over there are into sex and drugs and smoking,” she added, eyes wide with intrigue. 

The boy let out a chuckle, which sounded more like a low rumble. “Yeah, New York girls are quite… something,” he replied, then leaned in closer to the three girls across from him. “But I can already tell, you three ladies are as bad as New York ladies.” 

“How would you know?” Josephine asked, using Lori’s technique of using extra honey in her tone and letting her tongue glide across her teeth. “You just met us.” 

Zuko’s eyes skidded from Josephine’s dark blue eyes down to her slightly unbuttoned white shirt. He shrugged. “I can just tell.” 

Lori glanced at Zuko, at Josephine, and back. The two of them were staring at each other like the others just weren’t there. “Boys,” she turned to Gil mostly, knowing he'd fold easily. “Why don’t you go check up on my order of fries back there, huh?” 

“What? Why?” Gil asked, confused. 

“Because I asked nicely?” Lori countered, but the boy still didn’t budge. “Please, Gil?” she tried again in the tone that worked best on him and by placing her hand on his thigh. She then leaned in closer to his ear. “I’ll tell you what happened at St. Bernadette’s.” 

The boy’s eyes widened as he shot up from the booth, smoothing his hair out to play it off. “Let’s go, boys. We gotta check up on that order.” 

With a wicked smile, Lori watched as all four boys followed behind Gil. The only one who gave her a weird, hesitant glare, was Shy Guy, but Lori ignored it and turned to the girls once the boys were out of earshot. “You have to pursue him,” she told Josephine.  

“Who? Zuko?” Josephine asked, keeping her voice low so the boys wouldn’t be able to hear. 

“Yeah! Let’s all play games with these boys,” Lori suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Evelyn shook her head. “No, Lore, you’ve lost your mind. I get that you’re upset after what happened at school, but you cannot rope us into your psychotic break.” A silence fell between the three girls as Lori looked at her best friends with flames of anger in her eyes. 

“Fine,” she then spat. “But I’m still doing it.” 

Both girls raised their hands in defense, done with Lori’s antics already. They were there when it happened and they were going to support Lori through thick and thin, but that didn’t mean they’d have to join her in her calamities. 

In the meanwhile, the boys stood at the counter. Neither of them had asked any of the waiters about their order, but they were glad to be away from the girls for a moment. It gave them the chance to talk about them without hurting them or making them uncomfortable. 

“You will never be able to get her in your bed,” Zuko told Gil with a shake of his head. 

Gil scrunched his nose. “Of course I can.” Zuko let out a chuckle. “All right. If I can get her in my bed by the end of the summer, I get twenty bucks. If I can’t get her to third base, you get the T-Bird car.” 

The two boys stared at each other for a moment, contemplating this bet when Potato decided to chime in. “But how would we know for sure you got to third base?” 

“I’ll get you proof,” Gil shrugged as if it was logical. 

Zuko raised an eyebrow at him. “What kind of proof?” 

“Her bra or something, I don’t know.” 

The New Yorker boy nodded his head and reached out his hand for Gil to shake on the bet. This was going to be an easy bet, Gil thought. And, in hindsight, he’d be forgetting about Olivia in no-time. It was a win-win. 

The moment the boys returned to the booth, the waiter had already brought the girls their fries. As Gil took his seat next to Lori again, he immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders again and stole a fry with his other hand. 

“So, when are you gonna tell me about what happened at your school?” he asked her with a smirk. 

Lori smiled innocently. “Oh, I’m not. You didn’t check up on the fries. You never asked any of the waiters about it, so no asking means no getting the dirt of my past.” She booped his nose before turning back to Zuko. “What I actually wanted to ask you before we were so rudely interrupted by my friends…” She shot both Evelyn and Josephine a glare. “What did happen between you and Jane in New York?” 

The boy laughed as he leaned back, his arms landing on the back of the booth. “What happened between me and Facciano is not for a lady's ears, my dear.” 

Lori narrowed her eyes at him. She could see right through that bad boy act of his. 

Wetting her lips, Lori grabbed a hold of her milkshake and sat back in the booth. “Let me guess. You’re telling every single one of your friends how you went to second base with Jane Facciano when in reality…” She sipped her milkshake before placing it back on the table and leaning forward on the table, propping her ladies up right on her hands on ‘accident’. “Nothing. Happened.” She separated the two words clearly for dramatic effect. 

“Wha–?” Zuko chuckled nervously. “That’s not… I’m not… Ah, come on, man!” 

Gil let out a loud, bolstering laugh. “Damn, Cherry, you rendered him silent.” 

Lori shrugged and leaned into him a little more. “What can I say? I have a gift…” 

For the rest of that afternoon, all of them sat at the booth at Frosty’s, chatting and laughing, until it was time for all of them to go. Shy Guy and Potato left first, needing to be home for dinner. Josephine and Evelyn were the next ones to leave. And, lastly, Zuko left. Mostly because Lori was making him too uncomfortable with her looking right through his tough facade. 

“I’ve never seen Zuko that flustered,” Gil chuckled when it was just the two of them. His arm remained around her shoulders while she was even more cuddled up to him than she was at the start of the afternoon. 

Lori shrugged. “Boys with a big ego have a tiny heart.” 

The boy next to her let out an airy laugh before allowing the silence to wrap them up in a comfortable blanket. He already enjoyed having her with him, which told him it wouldn’t be too hard to get to third base by the end of the summer. 

“Are you gonna tell me what happened at school? Why you got kicked out?” He then broke the silence. 

Shaking her head, Lori straightened up in the booth. “It’s better if I keep that one for myself, lover boy,” she told him and patted his cheek twice. “Now, I really enjoyed today, but I do gotta get going, too, actually.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll–” Before he could finish his sentence, he stopped himself. “I’d tell you I’d drive you home but I don’t have a car at the moment…” 

Lori offered him a smile and retrieved her car keys from the pockets of her uniform dress. “Then I’ll drive you home.” Gil opened his mouth to protest. He didn’t want to be driven around by a girl. “Uh-uh, no complaining or you can walk home.” 

The threat of walking all the way home shut the boy right up before he got up from the booth and offered his hand to help Lori up as well. She gladly took it and once she was up on her feet, she threw his arm around her shoulders, holding his hand as they walked out of the diner and towards Lori’s car. 

“It’s my older brother’s, actually,” she told him when she opened the door to the silver Mercedes-Benz 190 SL. “He’s not using it while he’s at college,” she shrugged and got in, Gil following her example swiftly. 

“So, you’ve got an older brother?” Gil asked once Lori had started the car. 

“What’s it to you?” she asked sharply. 

Gil raised his hands in defense. “Just making conversation…” he mumbled. “I’ve got four sisters,” he then told her honestly. “Dad left us a couple of years ago and so now mom and I keep the deli open.” 

“The deli on Oak Road is yours?” Lori sounded genuinely surprised. 

“Yep,” Gil chuckled. “My sister, Betty, is finally old enough to help around, so it’s not just me anymore.” 

A smile landed on Lori’s face. She couldn’t help but slightly melt at Gil’s love for his family. It made her realize that maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t act so cold towards him and for once, actually open up to him. 

“I am the middle child,” Lori finally admitted. “Marty is my younger sister. She’s thirteen–”

“Oh, that’s Betty’s age!” Gil exclaimed almost too excitedly. “Does Marty go to St. Bernadette’s too?” 

“Yeah, she’s in the lower grade. In two years, she’ll be going to high school too. I think my parents want to send her to Rydell, just so my bad reputation doesn’t taint her education,” Lori chuckled dryly. “And my brother, Theodore, is nineteen, so it’s his first year at college.” 

“Do you have ambition to go to college?” he then questioned. 

Lori shook her head. “No, never. Though I guess that’s what makes me the biggest disappointment at home.” A silence fell in the car. Gil didn’t know what to say to that. He wanted to object and tell her she probably wasn’t a disappointment, but he couldn’t know that. “What about you? Any college plans?” 

“Nah,” he replied. “College isn’t for me. My mom can’t afford it and school just isn’t for me, so…” 

Simply nodding her head, Lori thought of something to say to that. There was a comfortable atmosphere in the car at that moment. They were simply enjoying each other’s company while getting to know one another. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think any less of you knowing you don’t wanna go to college,” she tried to reassure him. “I bet a lot of people do think less of you when you tell them that. They sure do when I say it…” 

Lori stopped the car in front of the deli. After waiting a beat, Gil turned to his chauffeur. “Hey, I, uh, I did really enjoy hanging out with you. Would you wanna do this again tomorrow, maybe?” he tried, pulling a painful grimace. 

“Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do, so sure,” Lori shrugged at the backhanded compliment. “I’ll be at the park tomorrow. So, I’ll see you there? Unless you need me to pick you up again?” 

Gil let out an airy laugh. “No, thank you. I’ll get my mom’s car tomorrow.” Lori shot him a genuine smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cherry.” 

“See you tomorrow, idiot.” 

The boy got out of the car, but before he shut the door, he ducked his head back inside. “Don’t tell anyone about you driving me around.”

Lori let out a laugh. “I would never. Bye, Gil.” 

“Bye, Lori.” 

And with that, Gil shut the car door and made his way towards the front door while Lori watched him. She inhaled a deep breath. If she was going to play this game, moments like these weren’t allowed to happen. It mellowed her out, bared too much of her soul that she wanted to keep hidden. 

This was whole game was doomed from the start, and Lori knew it. 

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Hey, is that a black book falling from the sky?

Mystery Kids: 'DeathNote'.

Raz: ... Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?

Wybie: That we write down the names of all of our childhood bullies, teachers who don't do shit to stop the bullying, shitty parents who turn their backs on you and leave you with your frail grandmother, and make them all suffer a slow and miserable-

Coraline: Chill! *Punches him in the arm*

Wybie: ... I'm good.

Norman: I'm still all for writing down the names of bullies.

Dipper: Guys! No petty killings! Look, we'll each write down the name of someone we want dead-

Norman: ME FIRST! *Takes the DeathNote and starts writing* 'Perry Babock dies of food poisoning by his favorite food.'

Wybie: I call second! *Takes the DeathNote and quickly writes...* 'Vance and Marley Lovat die in a horrific car crash on the bridge where they met and fell in love while listening to their least favorite song, and Marley's beloved hair is messed up in the crash that the mortician preparing her body cannot do it any justice, and Vance's phone is open to the photos app and shows the last family photo ever taken!'

Lili: Specific much?

Wybie: Oh, I've thought of this for years. Who's next?

Coraline: That will be me.

*Several hundred names and deaths later*

Mabel: 'Ashley Pierce dies of food poisoning, her last thought being why she bullied Dipper in second grade for his birthmark.' And that's it for me!

Neil: Yeah... Hey, does anyone else notice the weird guy lurking in the shadows and eating apples? *Points to Ryuk*

Norman: Oh, yeah, he calls himself a Shinigami. Supposed to be a god of death or something. He looked pretty freaked out when we wrote down the three-hundredth name in one hour, right?

Coraline: *Scoffs* Acting like he's never seen revenge-hungry kids before. Now let me write again! My mom's gonna be next in line for that promotion when I'm done!

Lili: Hey! It's my turn! Those Kardashians have had it too good for too long!

Neil: But I still need to kill the Queen of England!

Lili: She's already dead!

Neil: Oh, then mission accomplished.

Wybie: Well, I need to have some guys at school murdered during the pep rally and I'm wasting time!

Dipper: Alright, I'm gonna make a schedule.

Raz: Can I just kill a few dealers for the hell of it? I've got a list of their names.

Ryuk: ... What have I done? It's as if... These children kill with no remorse or thought. It's like a game to them. A sick, twisted game-

Mabel: Hey, Mister Shinigami? If you're just going to stand there, can you get us some juice? We're gonna be here for a while.

#coraline #paranorman #psychonauts #gravity falls #death note #answered ask #ask me stuff

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

In the city

(This is a story if your wondering)

It was a sunny day, the two guys are still in there kaiju forms and they started to get used to it, toughie also have to make sure if those humans didn't find him and softie as them as kaijus.

Dragon toughie's pov:

"Hmm no sign of humans yet" I said while I sigh in relieve, thankfully they didn't see us. Besides if they do, they should be scared or us or they'll call someone to take us down. And I don't want my baby blue to get injured by those humans. It was hard to hide from others too since I ate his parents. Still i have to be careful too while I did that in the first place.

Then I heard someone coming. And it was.. Humans?! How did they found us? And they got guns too.. I shook softie to wake him up. He's still tired but he's up. Probably. Anyways he got up and saw them too we got up and started to run away from them. The humans starts to chase us and they won't stop until they'll get us.

I grabbed softie and flew in the sky with the clouds. The clouds are easy for us to hide from the humans. After we flew for a few minutes my wings felt tired, that's not good..

We slowly falling because of my tired wings, I know softie didn't know how to fly yet so that's a bust.

"PICO, LOOK OUT!" softie yell as I saw we're about to hit at the large building. I turned around so it'll hit my back instead. We crashed and then landed on some kind of a road. And I was dizzy after that crash. Lucky that broke our fall.

Kaiju Sofite/painty's pov:

I got up and rubbed my head. Man that fall was a pain. I looked around and I see that there's building, some vehicles, and humans. Wait. Are we in the city? Oh no..

I backed up scared but then my tail hit a small building and it fell down, the humans saw me did that and they're screaming in fear and running away. I was terrified about it, They're afraid of us...

Toughie got up and shakes his head to get the head of the game but accident picked up the building like it's a toy. Toughie looks around knowing that we're in the city and they're afraid of those two kaijus. They think they're destruction monsters, and worse, they can eat them with that size.

Kaiju softie/painty's pov:

Tried to move out of they way while trying to get out of here with toughie, I don't how to fly yet. But toughie's wings are warned out too. We have no choice but to walk our way out. To them the ground shakes massively because of our feet. I know it's hard when we might accidentally step on something.

Then the government came and tried to take us down, it's like the old kaiju movies and we're in it, except we're the kaijus..

Dragon toughie's pov:

The government tried to shoot us I pick up BF (Benjamin fairest) and starting to run fastest I can it's a worst idea when I just keep on stomping those cars and almost stepped on the humans. But hey we need get away from them.

We went in the safe ally to hide, luckily it's wide for me and softie to hide in. The government went past us and Can't find us as well.

Kaiju softie/painty:

I coward in fear as I cover my face with my paws and my tail, i'm pretty scared about this that we almost hurt the humans. Pico tried to calm me down and that maybe we can get out of here soon. Then my bunny eats went up, I heard someone coming this way. I opened my eyes and saw a human kid was lost and scared. I came out to the kid and gently pat him gently.

The kid calmed down a bit and saw us which scared him quite bit. But I told him that we're friendly with a soft growling. Because there's some chance that they can't hear us speaking.

The kid calmed down and wanted to know how do we get here. Toughie explained why we're here, he know can understand us, thank goodness the kid can hear us.

When the two kaijus told us what they're originally are and how did they turned into kaijus. The kid was surprised about that happened. The kid explained why he's here. He said that the kids named is bandit shiver, his parents abandon him a long time ago and have no place to live in, then the kaiju attack happened with is them two and decided to keep hidden from them until he heard painty's whimpering.

Dragon toughie's pov:

Me and Benjamin was very guilty about him and heard what happened to him. Softie thinks what we should keep him. I don't know if it's a good idea. But he doesn't have a home for how long he's been hiding. So. I have to agreed that we can keep him. We also have to take care of him as well.

Softie smiles at me and then gently picks bandit up, and then outs him on his beanie with his bunny ears. He hold onto the ears and I got up with softie. Then I found a secret passage to get out of here. We went there and then finally we're out of the city.

Bandit's pov:

We went out of this cruel city, and we then find a cave to rest in they said that they lived here. We went inside, far away from the city, then I jumped down to the bunny kaiju's paws it was very soft. I yawed a bit, I kinda felt a bit sleepy. The dragon kaiju saw me that i was tired, he told us to follow him. The bunny kaiju followed the dragon kaiju. Then I saw a giant fluffy bed with some giant pillows. I was very surprised about it that they made the giant bed with some giant pillows.

Kaiju softie/painty's pov:

I saw a kid named bandit liked the bedroom we made. I put him down on the large bed. Bandit was very comfortable with the pillows. Maybe soon we can make a bed just for him. But it's getting late very quickly toughie and I went to bed and gently put bandit on the pillow so he doesn't get squish by us. Toughie pets bandit by the head. And then bandit fell asleep first and then toughie fell asleep too.

I smiled at them and nuzzles toughie and then nuzzled bandit a bit as well. Then I fell asleep as well. At least we got a human that trusted us and never tried to kill us. Maybe that.... We can protect him as well..

The end

#my oc art #g/t art #g/t #kaiju #fnf g/t #fnf au #fnf #kaiju night funkin soft #kaiju night funken #kaiju softie #kaiju toughie #dragon toughie #story #g/t story #kaiju story

[lonespektr]

OCTOBER 2ND HORROR WATCH

Emergency (2022)

Two black kids in a PWI

They are trying to complete some 7 party in one night thing

They are in a taboo class and the professor is dropping the hard r several times

There's a nerd and a slacker

The schedule: 🤣🤣

BLACK out - black light party

Green room - weed

(why not there last???)

A lame party

Anything But Clothes cool party

Refueling

Equinox idk flower power party

Underground coolest apparently

Fanny pack carlos apparently

The nerds fancy lab experiment just went to shit because the fridge seal quality

They are doubling back cause that's his whole thesis

Apparently Carlos left the door open to their spot

Uh but there's a passed out white girl on the ground in their place

The slacker is already too high

Carlos is apparently oblivious in his room gaming

She's obviously OD'ing

She just threw up

That's honest information don't get mad 🤣🤣🤣

Ahh the phone is still in the vomit

They said we need a white girl to call 911 for us

Now they are brain storming who to call to call

They are calling a bunch of people who aren't on campus

Asians are neutral to police 🤣🤣

Slacker won't let nerd call 911 himself

Slacker was like we can drop her at a fraternity house outside

Carlos is like no someone will see us

Nerd is like what the actual fuck is wrong with both of you want to drop a passed out girl at a frat??

Nerd says we can just drop her to the hospital ourselves after we change into clothes that make us look very respectable

That's actually not a bad idea i apologize for getting in your circle

Yt bestie looking for her

Can you see her from up there 🤣🤣🤣

It's her sis

They go back to the horrific plan of dumping her body at a frat

Frat attack

Back to the van

These dumb asses haven't given her any water carlos tried to give her a sports drink which probably had the pregame mix in it

Slacker is paranoid due to weed

His cousin got shot by police

White people come out to the neighborhood filming them shouting that they are dealing drigs

They of course have a black lives matter sign in their yard

Now he definitely did give emma a bunch of booze

Carlos is very fucking weird talking to her like a kindergartner

She's talking now enough to say shes a minor grade 12

They need to switch cars because the frat guys busted their tail light

They go to slackersfam house but they see the girl and every single black man runs out of the house

This is so far .. i have been told there is a twist -an extended scene of blackish where those two (man i am terrible with names) avoid the elevator with the white girl toddler in it

Emma finally sobers up for two secs freaks out causes the van crash

They go look for her in the woods

They are mean to carlos again unprompted (the granola comment is warrented)

Blackness off

I love you still (in the middle of the fight)

She is ....up a tree, throwing up again

The brunette called out the sister for being a bitch this whole time

The rescue squad have caught up to our fractured protagonist

She attacked them with a stick

After a long misunderstanding and some yelling and pepper spray and it turns out the boy brunette is crushing on is related to carlos

So trust is established!

Slacker ditches (on carlos cuz bike) because sister keeps saying they hurt her

The police finally catch up to them because they obviously called in the van and plates when they started tracking the car

Brunette is quite flummoxed to find out her crush is Mexican

The cops surrounded the van

Nerd has been giving CPR this whole time cause sis has been fucking ODing the entire night

They pull everyone out of the van separate the white girls and the two Mexicans both light but one obviously phenotypically Mexican

Pull several guns on nerd

They ignore white girl for several mins screaming my sister is dying (like cops do) and keep pointing several guns at nerd until

Finally one cop checks the van they forget all about nerd for two secs

Now Carlos and nerd are on the curb and the white presenting cousin and the brunette are witnessing

The cops believe the story

Nerd is very not okay about almost being murdered

Carlos said you're my hero

Carlos and nerd finally walk back to the lab to save his science

Slacker is already there sleeping wedged against the door

He left the party (there was a shot of mold on the party wall)

Carlos bails for their reconciliation

Big cry, one strike against toxic masculinity

Nerd congrats party hes going to Princeton

The girls come back to thank/apologize

Ha YES he closes the door in her face mid apology for being racist 🤣🤣🤣

Hmmm ok i dunno what people thought the ywist was but there wasn't one

They ended on a close up of nerd reacting to a passing siren

This young man now has full ptsd now for life

Lol these dumb asses put up their own plaque clandestinely

Very good working colorism in there

#graywatchhorror23 #emergency

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (187): Sun 18th Sep 2022

Watched a trailer for an interview with Alex Jones (The crazy conspiracy Sandy Hook liar cunt guy not the lovely woman who presents The One Show, who must really wish she'd have known there was a fucking nutcase with her name so she could change it. She must have men telling her all the time how annoyed they are when they type her name into Google so they can jerk off to them only for dozens of pictures of a fat screaming American bloke to pop up). The bloke interviewing Jones wants to ask him about the recent trial he lost where he was ordered to pay $41,000,000 to the relatives of the Sandy Hook victims and he does not take it well. He immediately, sarcastically (I hope) proclaims that he is the Devil and he was personally responsible for the deaths at Sandy Hook and then claims responsibility for all the other atrocities that have happened throughout history including 9/11, both World Wars and jokingly (again, I hope) Bigfoot. I talk bollocks on a regular basis but of some of the bollocks I talked cost me $41,000,000 I'd probably think that was an indicator to stop talking bollocks. But these guy has some sort of sadomasochistic urge to humiliate and make himself look like a fuckwit. What he should have done is just fucked off. He's had a good run, he's been pulling this conspiracy bollocks for 30 years now and made a shit tone of money. He's screaming nonsense didn't change the world or over throw the powers that be in the way he wanted too, just call it quits mate. Just retire to an island somewhere and tell your pet volleyball all about how the Loch Ness Monster is real and is a Jewish invention designed to turn us all transgender or whatever shit you've come up with lately.

Continuing on my rabbit hole of human car crashes I for some reason decided to watch a documentary about Noel Fucking Edmonds and frankly I don't know how I managed to avoid slipping into a coma. I do have a bizarre fascination with Noel Edmonds because normally doing the same thing over and over again results in that person being able to do the task better but Noel Edmonds has been presenting for 50 years now and has round about the same abilities that he had back in the early 70's. It's almost like he's willingly tried not to get better because he thinks his banal presenting style is the best way to do the job. I've never understood why someone with such little personality as him specialized in making "whacky" TV shows like House Party and Telly Addicts. I can see why Michael Barrymore or Timmy Mallet would do that kind of shit but not Noel Edmonds. I genuinely tried hard to think of what kind of show Edmonds would be best fit to present but I couldn't think of one. My initial thought was that he should be a sort of current affairs presenter on something like Watchdog or You and Yours on Radio 4 but even the presenters on those shows have infinitely more charisma than fucking Noel Edmonds and he would stick out like a sore thumb. My main takeaway from this documentary (other than the fact that I'm wasting my life) is that I had no idea a guy died doing a stunt on Noel Edmonds TV show. When they started talking about a person who died on Noel Edmonds' show my natural reaction and I'm sure the reaction of anyone who knows Noel Edmonds was that I assumed a member of the audience died of boredom related suicide. But nope it turns out that one of his shows featured a segment where they would challenge ordinary members of the public to undertake dangerous stunts in order to earn some money. This one guy was attempting to do a stunt where he would be raised up in a box by a cherry picker, the box would then explode causing him to do a bungee jump and the bungee fucking snapped and he splatted on the ground 50 feet below! I am shocked that I didn't know about this because it is literally the most interesting thing that has ever happened related to Noel Edmonds (Except of course for that game of Deal or No Deal where the guy opened a box that had no number in it). Holy shit, Michael Barrymore hasn't been allowed near a TV show for over 20 years because someone died accidentally in his pool. Edmonds practically pushed some poor cunt off a cherry picker to his death and has been presenting (admittedly awful) TV shows ever since. I will admit that as baffling as it is to me that he has a career in television given his lack of any talent, this is exactly what contributed to making Deal or No Deal such a hypnotisingly so bad it's good show. I remember during my student days being transfixed to the screen whenever this game was on and it functioned as a sort of meditation for me. In meditation you’re supposed to think of as little as possible and genuinely whenever you're watching DOND your brain is practically dead and once it's over it's like you've done a week long silent retreat in the wilderness. If anyone with any level of charisma was presenting this show then the gameplay would stop you from switching off completely which made Edmonds perfect for this particular gig. So while Edmonds might not have any entertainment value he might be an unintentional source of relaxation and enlightenment.

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

#Wilbur soot #Wilbur soot imagine #Wilbur soot x reader #Wilbur soot one shot #Wilbur soot fanfiction #Wilbur soot hc #Wilbur soot smut #wilbur mcyt #mcyt #minecraft #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dream mcyt #dream #dream team

[prodbyblush]

hi!! i saw that you're a new account taking request so i decided to shoot my shot 😅 if you don't mind, could you possibly write a reaction of the guys suddenly kissing their s/o after they almost died in a game? could you make it rough and passionate, kinda sexy but nothing too smutty. thanks lovely! 💕

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Arisu:

Shivers starts running down his spine while beads of sweat would start to form on each side of his face. But would then let out a sigh of relief as he sees you entering the lobby of the hotel, immediately walking up to your direction before placing his hands on either side of your face and then leaning down to place his lips on yours with a fiery, breath taking kiss, one that left the both of you breathless after.

Chishiya:

A small part of him was scolding himself for loving someone in the Borderlands. The Borderlands isn't exactly the best place to fall in love, but he couldn't help himself and eventually fell for you. So he stood behind the pillars of the hotel, waiting anxiously for you to come back, but it had been half an hour already and he was close to heading back inside when he caught sight of your figure.

"Did you miss me?" He heard you ask, a teasing smile painting your lips. But instead of answering, he placed a hand to cup your cheek before leaning down to attach his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, feeling his tongue softly licking your lower lip while his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him to feel your warmth on his.

Niragi:

Head turning both left and right as he tried to find you amongst the people returning back to the Beach. Feeling his anxiousness creeping on his back, he knew he had to be in the same group as you.

"If only you used your eyes instead of your mouth, you'd find her." Chishiya says, "turn around you lunatic" He says before walking away. Niragi told himself he'd get back at him but as he turned around, he found you smiling at him with your arms wide open. Walking up to you and instead of giving you a hug, he crashes his lips on yours. Sinking his fingers into your hair, yanking onto it as he thrusts his tongue inside your mouth. Sliding his tongue in and out of your lips, his arms tighten around your frame, feeling you melt before him.

Last Boss:

He'd be walking around in circles, eyes on the ground as he patiently waits for you to return. But his patience was growing thin every minute that passes him by. He didn't cared about the others returning safely or a little wounded, all he cared about is you.

"I'm sorry for making you wait" He heard a small, soft voice spoke to him from behind. He knew who that voice belonged to you and a small smile painted his lips as he turned around to face you. "Come here" he said, placing a hand behind your neck, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. The kiss started slow and soft, his hands holding onto your waist as he presses your back onto the nearest wall, pressing his body onto yours.

Usagi:

She'd be asking everyone who just arrived at the hotel on where could you be. And everytime a new car parks outside, she's hoping that one of the passengers that would come out is you, but her hopes kept killing her.

"Usagiii" you singsong her name, waving your hands at her. A wide smile would display her lips as she skips over to you. Your eyes widening in surprise as she presses her lips on yours. Closing your eyes, you kissed her back sweetly yet passionately, fingers intertwining with yours.

Kuina:

Tears would already start to brim in her eyes as she watched the people enter the premises of the hotel. It seemed like all the cars have arrived yet you were still nowhere in sight. She felt defeated and ready to head back when she heard your voice from the distance.

"Kuina!" Turning around, her frown was replaced by a smile, genuinely happy to see you. "I'm sorry for taking too long. I wanted to-" she cut you off by leaning down, pressing her lips onto yours. Kissing your plump, moistured lips gently while one hand brushes through your hair and the other keeping you close to her and planted on the small part of your back.

#aib fanfic #aib arisu #aib oc #aib scenarios #takeru danma #ima wa no kuni no alice #aib hatter #aib aguni #last boss #kuina hikari #niragi suguru #alice in borderland imagine #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya shuntaro #arisu ryohei #takatora samura #yuzuha usagi #arisu x reader #chishiya x reader #niragi x reader #last boss x reader #usagi x reader #kuina x reader #aib reactions #alice in borderland reactions

[mentallyunstablebisexualfairy]

Exclusive/Fred Weasley x reader

Smut/kinda fluffy in the end [maybe future series if you'd like it:)]

Summary:Fred and Y/N had a friends with benefits arrangement,no strings attached,no feelings.What happens when y/n goes for a drink with a random guy?

Request:yes/no

Warnings:light angst,smut,overstimulation,foul language ,senses game,sub!reader(if I forgot anything don't hesitate to point it out in the comments<3)

**postwar

I'm using she/her pronouns but I could easily change that if you'd like that:)

*do not repost unless you give credit*

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It was rather late.Your legs shaking from how hard Fred fucked you less than ten minutes ago.The throbbing pain on your core making it quite difficult for you to walk.

As you stood up trying to make your way successfully to the pile of clothes on the floor you could feel Fred practically smirking as he watched you struggling to keep your legs steady.

"Okay I'm done see you tomorrow "you said,rolling your eyes as you closed the zipper of your pants.

"Wait,won't you come over tonight?"

"No,I don't thinks so"

"How come?"he asked while wiggling his eyebrows "see what I did there? Come-cum" Fred exclaimed with a proud look on his face

"Shut up"you replied as you tossed him,his shirt "no that it's any of your business,but I have a date"the words being completed with an eyerol

The smirk on his face felt slightly,his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

"Oh well,have fun then"he bit back while a small smirk made its way up his face

"I will"you hecticaly replied while making your way out of the apartment and apparate.

"Not too much though "he muttered while locking the door

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Y/N was staring at her reflection on the big silver mirror putting on her beautiful earrings when a pop sounded outside of her bedroom door.Fred barged in without warning.His right hand came automatically on her neck squeezing lightly on the sides as he pressed her back against the big glass window with the view.

A gasp left her lips.

"what are you doing here?"she said just a bit louder than a whisper(Not that she was complaining)

"Reminding you to who you belong to darling" He said as he lifted her feet off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fred,I told you,I am waiting for company"

"Well then let them hear how good I fuck you" He bit back smugly as he crashed his lips with her own.

Lips moving in sync with each other.Tongues fighting for dominance.Hand making their way up and down each other's bodies,like they wanted to memorise every and each detail,every curve,every stretch mark,every little spot.Every perfect imperfection.

Their mouths practically being dragged off of each other as now her chest came in impact with the window and her feed with the solid ground.

Her eyes scanned the area and they quickly spotted the freshly parked car,the young black haired man locking it as he started to walk towards her building.

"Now now love,be a good girl and let's play a little game,shall we" Fred's deep full of lust voice spoke beside her ear in a low whisper.

She closed her eyes and nodded her head almost eagerly as she imagined the games he would want to play with her,his fingers against her skin.Everything.

"Use your words darling"

"I'm a good girl Freddie,let's play" she said airily

"Of course you are a good girl" he said as she felt his hand placing a silky fabric against hair eyes,tying it behind her head."My good girl" he finished with a kiss on her jawline and another peck behind her ear.

"Are you okay with this love?"

"Yeah"

"And you remember our safe word?"

"Yeah"

"Tell me the safe word then"

"Strawberry" as she said that she felt something touching her inner thigh,not the usual calloused fingers but something else.

The feeling stopped as the same thing moved from her thigh to her lips,her tongue swirling agonising slow around it.

"Take a bite love,and tell me how it tastes,describe it to me" Fred said,now his voice sounding bellow her

Y/n took a bite just as she felt her legs spreading a bit open,her wetness now on display as she wasn't wearing any underwear,and Fred's tongue entering her center from behind.

A soft gasp leaving her lips as her hips backed trying to move her core against his face.

"Go on my naughty whore,don't let my tongue stop you"

"It's sweet,mhm so sweet,and juicy,ah,it tastes good,like a strawberry"she said between breaths and moans

"Good girl,always so sweet for me"he replied against her core,sending vibrations all over her body,taking her closer to her climax.Her walls clenched around his tongue,as it swirled and entered her with such a force.Two of his fingers entered her leaving her completely breathless and his nose rubbing on the bundle of nerves that sent her to meet the gods with a loud moan and the shouting of his name just as the doorbell rang.

She went to collapse when Fred firmly picked her up and turned her around to face him.Her legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed her against the door. Y/n started fumbling with his belt and she pulled his trousers and briefs down on one swift motion.His erection sprang out as he looked into her y/e/c eyes for consent,her reviving her answer with a deep kiss as she grabbed him and aligned him to her entrance.

The magic filled the room as he entered her with a swift and hard thrust.Pumping inside of her like he wanted her.Like he truly wanted her.Whispering praises and beautiful words to her ears.feeling her velvet walls and every deep place inside of her.

"So deep" she moaned as he attached his lips on her sweet spot behind her ear.

"Takes me so good,every and each bloody time" he replied with a grunt

Moanings starting to rise.Breaths starting to deepen.Climaxes approaching as the knots snapped at the same time.His member twitching and her walls squeezing it helping him spill every drop of his load inside of her.

They stared into each other eyes and without pulling himself out from her,Fred placed her gently onto the couch.Him hovering over her as he started pounding again with even more force,focusing on her pleasure only.

Her sensitive cunt throbbing against his dick,and a mixture of pain and pleasure erupted through her as she came undone aroun his cock once more.

"Good girl" he said while he pulled out of her and gave her a peck on the forehead.His arm moving around her shoulder bringing her against his chest,undoing the blindfold that was now around her neck from the force of his moves.He grabbed his wand muttering a cleaning spell for her and accioed her favourite blanket placing it above them.

She felt into a peaceful slumber,while the beating of his hurt calmed their nerves.His lips meeting her forehead once more.

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley smut #harry potter imagines #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fluff #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley

[joheunsaram]

glitter and disquiet (jjk) - final

Part of the Sons of Midas Collab

Part 1 | Part 2 | Drabble

Summary- Poised to inherit Korea’s largest gaming company in a few months, the world looks at Jeon Jungkook as a symbol of envy. Why wouldn’t they? He has everything, riches, power, and according to the rumour mill, endless women. Little do they know that his father’s company is on the verge of downfall, he barely has respect of his employees, and regardless of the rumours, he’s just a virgin saving himself for true love.

word count -  17.6k

pairing- ceo!Jungkook x youtuber!Reader

rating- R

genre- angst, smut, fluff, chaebol!au

warnings- virgin!Jungkook, mentions of cheating, divorce, open relationships, descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks, car accident, hospitals, alcoholism, depression, vanilla smut including unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lots and lots of crying and misunderstandings, Jungkook a lowkey asshole in this, Jungkooks also a big Dawson’s Creek fanboy (see his boat lol)

a.n- And we’re finally at the end of this story! It took a while but there were a lot of strings to tie in this story. I hope you enjoy the ending and that I did justice to this version of our overly-romantic jk.

A big warm thank you to @oftenderweapons @hobiandsprite  for beta reading this and helping me plan it out! ily guys you keep me sane and happy 💕

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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It’s a funny thing, trust. We give it away so easily, almost on the daily. We trust that drivers racing past us on a highway are capable enough not to crash into us. We trust that the high school student making our coffee wouldn’t tamper with it. We trust the coworkers we are paired with for a big project not to sabotage our efforts for a promotion. But most of all, we trust strangers we have only spent mere months with not to break our hearts.

You trusted Jungkook, laying naked in bed in a random room on that yacht, with a giddy smile on your face. You stared at the opulent ceiling, decorated with ornate designs carved into the pale oak. It was beautiful — a criss-cross of vines that overlapped each other, but regardless of the intricacies it was an odd optical illusion of sorts, leaving you a little uneasy. The vines seemed as if they were moving, the slight rocking of the river making it vividly overwhelming. 

Taking a deep breath you averted your gaze, burrowing into the sheets, suddenly cold. Perhaps it was sea sickness, but suddenly you felt a little anxious. You laid there for a while, waiting for Jungkook to return but when half an hour passed and his phone kept going to voicemail, you decided to change back into your dress. 

You bit your lip as you texted him while fixing your hair in the mirror attached to one of the walls near the door. As the minutes ticked by without a response, you felt worry settle in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook wasn’t someone who would abandon you like that, without a word — especially after the intimate moment you had just shared. 

Walking into the hallway, you decided to go look for your boyfriend. It felt odd thinking about him as your boyfriend. In fact, it felt odd thinking about Jungkook as anything other than the cold playboy from your class that you loved to bicker with. You couldn’t help the giddy smile on your face as a montage of your month together played in your head. They way he had gone from the reserved quiet man to the doting one who never shut up about the latest game he was playing. 

The party was still in full swing when you reached the deck, and when after a few rounds around the dance floor and bar you still hadn’t seen Jungkook, you felt your worry return. You didn’t even see his friends, and you couldn’t help the chill that climbed up your spine at the realization. Something had to be wrong.

Before you could dwell too much on worst case scenarios you heard your name being called. 

Hoseok stood behind you when you turned, face pale, hair dishevelled from running his fingers through it as he spoke in flurried words that were hard to understand. He seemed panicked, fidgeting with his tie as he loosened it in an attempt to breathe more easily.

“Hoseok, calm down. What’s wrong?” you asked, bracing your hands on his shoulders and breathing deeply, encouraging him to mimic your movements.

“Candy was in an accident. Jungkook too. Hospital. Let’s go.” His words were still rapid, but the moment you heard your boyfriend’s name you felt your heart drop, your ears ringing with static. 

You followed Hoseok to the water taxis, the two of you almost sprinting and thanking your luck that there was one already waiting. It was a quick drive to the hospital, with Hoseok breaking almost every single traffic law to arrive faster while you sat, willing your heart to slow down. He couldn’t leave you. Not after a month. Not after just asking you to be his girlfriend.

You tried not to tear up, but Hoseok was mute from the moment he started driving, jaw set and a hand playing with his ear for comfort. He never elaborated on either person’s condition, and all you could think of was how fleeting everything seemed. You thought of Jungkook on top of you, leaning on his forearm as he nuzzled your nose with his, his eyes shining brightly, cheeks blushed as he asked you to be his girlfriend. Of his stupid wink as he told you to stay naked that you rolled your eyes at. The more the scene looped in your head, the harder the lump in your throat became, heart pounding. Don’t be negative. He’s fine. He’s going to be absolutely fine.

You repeated the mantra, forcing your eyes to remain dry, as Hoseok and you raced through the doors of the hospital. The same one where you had kept Jungkook company as he stayed with his mother. You held back the tears, all through Hoseok’s questioning of the head nurse on duty. Held them back while she informed the two of you of how they had been t-boned on the highway into the city, how Candy was rushed into surgery, and how Jungkook was still getting his MRIs done. You even held them back when the nurse directed you to a private waiting room, an empty room with a few tables and couches, snacks and a large television. A television that was displaying a news report about the accident. 

Candy and Jungkook’s photographs covered the screen, the reporter informing the audience of how their condition was unknown. When the scene changed to show the wreckage, it was the last straw. A loud sob escaped your throat as you watched a black Mercedes almost flattened from the side, glass glittering on the asphalt as the truck that had hit them looked almost unscathed in comparison.

You clutched your mouth as the television became blurry behind your tears. Next to you, you could hear Hoseok’s breath catch as he scrambled for the remote to turn off the gore. The silence was deafening, only broken by your anguished cries. 

You didn’t realize you were kneeling till Hoseok joined you on the floor, pulling your body into his in a tight embrace. The rocking of your bodies seemed almost automatic, and amidst the panic you wondered why humans rocked themselves for comfort. It was soothing, burying your face in Hoseok’s chest as you tried to convince each other that the people you had given your hearts to were going to be safe. 

It might have been minutes or hours, you didn’t know, all you knew was that your tears had run dry, their existence now painted onto Hoseok’s shirt and your puffy eyes. Walking to the table with snacks, you made two coffees, handing one to Hoseok who still had tears running down his face. He took it, making no effort to take a sip as his fingers drummed on the table.

“I think it’s my fault,” Hoseok said quietly after a moment, his face hallowed in realization as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t say that,” you chastised, holding his hand. He squeezed back, explaining that he had been calling and messaging Candy nonstop, that she probably got distracted. He seemed to be talking himself into another panic, but you held both of his hands trying to distract him from his overthinking.

“They are going to be okay, Hoseok,” you said, voice more stable and determined than you anticipated. “Repeat after me, they are going to be okay.”

You waited for him to clear his throat before he repeated your mantra, voice waterlogged. He followed your instructions a few times, before prying his hands from yours and running them through his hair in frustration.

“I love her, Y/N. I don’t know what I’m going to do… if…” He trailed off, face scrunched in an effort to control his sobs.

“They are going to be okay,” you repeated, no other words bringing you comfort in the moment. Hoseok was practically a stranger, but you wanted to help him. You let him bury his head in your neck, returning the favour, as the two of you sat at the table, waiting for some news - any news.

Much more put together than you were earlier, you comforted Hoseok with optimistic words, even though your chest was aching with uncertainty. When the door opened you both jumped, hoping for a nurse with an update, but it was only Seokjin and Yoongi, walking in with equally worried expressions. Expressions that turned cold once they landed on you.

“No. What the fuck is she doing here?” Yoongi sneered, almost stomping over to where you were sitting, eyes boring into a confused Hoseok. When Hoseok didn’t reply in the thirty seconds Yoongi had patience for, he turned to you, his gaze making you feel the smallest you had ever felt.

“Get. Out.” He gritted. You didn’t understand where this malice was coming from, all you wanted was to wait for news about Jungkook. Regardless of how intimidating Yoongi was, you were not leaving without seeing your boyfriend.

“No,” you replied, matching his icy tone. You stood up, crossing your arms in defiance as you continued to stare down the man in front of you. Although you were sure on the outside you seemed collected, calm even, inside you were terrified. You were scared for Jungkook, and you were scared of the powerful men in the room who seemed to suddenly have it out for you. 

Unlike Jungkook and his friends that celebrated birthdays on anchored yachts in the middle of the Han river, you had never even seen a yacht until that day. You didn’t grow up in fancy private schools, with luxury at your beck and call. You supported yourself through terrible part time jobs, from working in a convenience store to a disgusting factory just to scrape by until your hobby somehow paid off and you could pursue the graduate degree you wanted. You were older than everyone in your class, often looked down upon for being a ‘mature’ student, but you were proud. You were proud that your life had given you the strength to survive on your own two feet and to stand up to Yoongi at that moment. 

Walking away from the man towering over you, you sat on the other end of the room, claiming your right to be there for your boyfriend. Yoongi just laughed at that; a harsh, almost manic cackle, before leaving to call security. 

You still held your ground when two burly men arrived to escort you out, but despite your protests and pleas for at least an update on Jungkook’s condition, Yoongi won. He smirked at you as you left, while Seokjin and Hoseok stood back awkwardly, not meeting your eyes. It took everything in you not to break down, but you were not going to give them the satisfaction.

Your head hurt, heart even more so, when you finally reached the entrance of the hospital. You couldn’t believe the treatment Jungkook’s best friends had given you — a bitterness carving into your chest. Your only way of knowing if he was okay was through social media and the news.

You didn’t sleep that night, the inescapable image of the totalled Mercedes invading your thoughts, leaving your limbs heavy and your mind a wreck, till you had no choice but to return to the hospital.

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It was pretty fitting the way the rain fell upon the large windows, the droplets leaving trails that refracted the lights of passing cars into glimmers of rainbows before disappearing into nothing. Jungkook’s pinky twitched in his cast, and he finally understood why everyone made fun of him for his stupid theories. He rolled his eyes at his past self — he had been so naive. Soulmates weren’t real. They only appeared in myths and movies because they were fictional. 

The past eighteen hours had taught Jungkook that he was no longer that boy believing in fairytales and true love. In fact the past month had been nothing but a glaring reminder of how fictional love really was. From his parents to his closest friends, everyone was broken because they decided to chase it. Love wasn’t attainable, it was lore spun by people to fall into the comfort of another; to stave off loneliness. Love was a trap.

Well, Jungkook was no longer going to fall for it. Fuck love. All it did was put him in a state of complacency where he had not only left himself vulnerable, but his father’s legacy as well. He chuckled bitterly at the thought. He truly was a cliche of those noir films — the gullible victim of corporate espionage. 

He tapped at the glass, trying to see if it would affect the raindrops. It didn’t, much like how his anger and disdain for you did nothing to erase the way he still felt about you. He buried the feeling. It was useless to him now, after all.

The beep of Candy’s heart monitor rang through the empty ICU room and he made it his focus. When she had initially been brought back after her surgery, the room had been full of relief, but now it was eerily quiet, no one having the strength to talk anymore. It was oddly reminiscent of when his mother was laying in the same bed, and he loathed how, despite hating you, he missed how you calmed him, erasing his worst thoughts. He missed you. 

He could see the sun starting to rise over the skyscrapers that surrounded the hospital, the morning sun bleary behind the dark clouds that hid it from view, painting the landscape grey. He sniffled, twin tear tracks painting his cheeks as visions of you danced behind his eyelids. Jungkook felt weak. What did it say about him, when out of the two women he’d ever loved, one was fighting for her life after saving his, and the other had made him believe she was doing the same, only to destroy everything he believed in?

With an unnecessary excuse to the room, he left, hoping a cup of coffee would clear his thoughts. Of course his stupid card didn’t work in the vending machine. God, he felt like shit.

He adjusted his neck brace, walking towards the cafeteria, but the whiplash from the accident was nothing compared to the one he felt when he saw you in the main lobby, hands crossed in your lap as you stared seemingly at nothing. You were still wearing the same dress you wore to his birthday, and he had an instant urge to run down the two flights of stairs into your arms, to hold you tight. It was like a reflex, overwhelming but natural, and he was almost at the staircase before his mind caught up with him. He shook his head, ignoring the sudden shooting pain, and changed directions.

The sun was shining brightly through the large windows when he reached the cafeteria. The coffee was bitter, and when he contemplated texting you back, he came across the group chat where all his friends were talking of your betrayal. 

He locked his phone, and decided to wait in the cafeteria till Candy woke up.

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You sat in the lobby of the hospital for three days, hoping that someone would give you an update, but Jungkook was pretty much a celebrity and no one had an ounce of sympathy for you. Perhaps you were being excessive, but with all your messages and his phone always going to voicemail, you were hoping someone would let you know if he was at least alive. The news had forgotten the story in light of a celebrity dating scandal. The only reason you knew he was still there was because of the familiar faces that you would spy walking in during visiting hours and rushing to the elevator leading to the private wings.

One of those familiar faces was Jimin, the only one who noticed you sitting there. The frown on his face deepened when he reached you. Despite his cold posture, ramrod straight with a hand in his pocket, his face showed confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in a hushed tone, as if he feared people questioning him if he were any louder.

“What do you think, Jimin?” You matched his tone, standing up, wanting to be as indifferent as he was, but your resolve lasted mere seconds before you were greedy for answers. “Is he okay?”

Jimin sighed, his face softening, before he placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“He’s fine, Y/N. Just a broken wrist and a little whiplash. He’s going to be okay.” He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

Although Jimin’s words were meant to be reassuring, they only confused you further. If Jungkook was okay, why were you left in the dark? Why hadn’t he reached out? As if on instinct, you reached for your phone, brows furrowed as you tried to see if you had somehow missed his messages. Before you could express your confusion, Jimin sensed it, demeanour changing instantly as he crossed his arms.

“He’s not going to message you,” he said plainly.

“What? But why?” you asked softly, your heart feeling as if it had lodged itself in your throat.

“You seriously think he’s going to want to be with someone who was using him?” Jimin sneered with an eye roll, and suddenly your mind cleared. You searched your name and Saga Games, devastated to find the press release. When you looked up from your phone, Jimin was walking away. 

“Wait! That’s not true!” 

You ran after him, desperately wanting to explain yourself, only to get ignored as the elevator doors closed in your face.

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“Next time you almost kill yourself, please don’t profess your love for me.” Jungkook said sarcastically as Candy giggled over her jello cup. Blankets were pooled around her waist, hiding the large cast on her leg from view. Her face was bright, as always, despite the large bruises on her face, and Jungkook thought she looked as beautiful as ever. He wondered why he had stopped loving her. It had been almost ten years since his little crush started, and he didn’t understand himself. How could he yell at his father for giving up on love, when he himself gave up on his first love?

“I did that to save you, you ungrateful brat,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes, and Jungkook couldn’t help but be endeared, his nose scrunching as he smiled widely. After roaming the halls of the hospital for days and sneaking glances at you, always sitting in the same spot, he had felt a heavy weight on his chest. It seemed that no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t face you. He wanted to confront you, but he was a coward. Wasn’t he always?

When Candy had finally awoken, he felt lighter, the relief easing his heartbreak a little. She had spent so long away from him, even when she had returned to Seoul, that finally having her back in his life felt like a ray of sunlight breaking through the dark expanse of a forest. Perhaps that’s why her little giggles and jokes were making him confused. 

She was barely even looking at him, her attention mostly on her phone as she continued listing things that she had done for him over their decade long friendship, and Jungkook felt stupid for letting her go. Why did he have to get over her and fall for you instead? If he could fall out of love with her, he could also fall back in love, right? Sure, she may be in love with Hoseok, but he could convince her otherwise, right?

Without another thought, he leaned forward, calling her name instead of the usual ‘noona’, and when she looked up at him, annoyed at his lack of respect, he couldn’t help himself. With a deep breath in, he closed the distance, molding his lips to hers. They were soft, lingering with the vanilla of her lip balm, but all he could feel was how they weren’t yours. 

He had been dreaming of kissing Candy since he was fifteen. He expected it to feel like the movies, fireworks and pounding hearts, but all he felt was unease, a hollowness that only reminded him of how different this kiss was from the ones he had shared with you. With you he felt as if he was floating, like if he didn’t have your touch his heart would gallop out of his chest, but with Candy it felt clinical, like he was rehearsing lines for a play that would never open. 

Despite his overthinking, the kiss was short lived; a quick meeting of their lips, and when he pulled away he couldn’t help how misty his eyes got. Nothing felt right. Would it ever feel right again? Perhaps you really were his soulmate, and it would make sense if he wasn’t yours. His life had been too easy, it would make sense that he couldn’t get everything he wanted. Perhaps he was meant to live in isolation — an island inhabited. 

“Bunny… what?” Candy asked, shock written all over her face, and Jungkook felt even sadder. Had he also ruined his relationship with his best friend? Why were you doing this to him?

He apologized quickly, and when her face softened in what looked akin to pity, he couldn’t help the way his tears fell. He hadn’t cried since the night of the accident, and now he couldn’t stop. She cradled him in her arms, consoling him and it only made him sob harder. He didn’t even know why he was sad anymore. He was supposed to be mad at you, angry that you used him only to get intel on his company, but he had never felt more distraught in his entire life. 

“Why didn’t it feel good?” he asked, his voice meek, betraying his inexperience and Candy sighed, her fingers running through his hair.

“Because you don’t love me like that, bunny. Sometimes… sometimes people are better as friends, and that’s okay. We’re okay, you know that right?”

“I shouldn’t miss her right? I shouldn’t love her,” he said, looking at her with tear filled eyes, and she smiled softly.

“It’s okay to miss her. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling,” she reassured softly.

“Love is fucking stupid,” he lamented, leaning his head against her shoulder.

“That it is,” she chuckled. “Stupid, but worth it.”

Although he stayed silent, the ache in his heart disagreed. Perhaps if he saw you again, perhaps if you were sitting in the lobby like you had all those days, it would clear up the agony in his veins and treat his symptoms of heartbreak without curing the cause.

With just that thought rattling through him, he left his best friend’s embrace without a word, almost sprinting towards the lobby. He had hoped you’d still be there, but seeing you sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair, half asleep, made his hands clammy with nerves. 

You were dressed in an oversized hoodie, your frame almost swallowed by the black material, and with your feet folded under you, you looked almost tiny, timid unlike the animal your nickname had originated from. He had never seen you look so frail. He was the one supposed to be recovering from an accident, but all he could see was your hair carelessly tied in a bun, your eyes weighed down by dark rings around them.

He had told himself that he only had to see you once, just look at you and his anger would be back, but it was like he was on autopilot, and soon he was standing in front of you softly calling your name. 

You jumped off the chair, unable to stop yourself from engulfing him in your arms. When you looked up at him, tears were streaming down your face, and when you cupped Jungkook’s face between your hands, he felt his heartbeat stutter, his hands mirroring your actions as if all on their own.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, as if in awe.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook answered, resisting the overwhelming urge to kiss you. Why did you look so sad? Why couldn’t you be cold and heartless like he had portrayed you in his head these past few days?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, something that made Jungkook want to do it for you instead. He wanted to make sure you were okay regardless of the fact that you had broken him. Instead, he stepped away from you, the distance feeling like miles instead of inches. 

“I don’t want to see you anymore, Y/N,” Jungkook replied with a heavy sigh. He had to be rational about this, he couldn’t let his rose-coloured glasses warp his view of reality. Not again.

“Is this about Saga?” 

“It’s about you lying to me and using me, Y/N,” Jungkook said coldly, and you couldn’t help the way your chest ached at his words. You never meant to hide this from him, in fact, the offer had pretty much slipped your mind. However, before you could reply, Jungkook was continuing, his words flurried.

“You lied to me. You made me think what we had was special — that it was something that mattered. But it never mattered, did it?” He scoffed, chuckling bitterly, before putting his hands on your shoulder. “I don’t need you. I don’t want you. Please leave,” he sighed before starting to walk away.

“But Jungkook, if you let me explain, I can fix us,” you started, almost sprinting after him to keep up with his pace.

“There is no us,” he replied, tone harsh and final. and you couldn’t help the way it cut deep within you. “I kissed Candy, by the way,” he added nonchalantly, despite knowing he was just trying to hurt you as much as you hurt him.

“That’s okay,” you said weakly, head downturned. You didn’t care who he kissed, as long as he gave you a chance to explain. You missed the way he faltered in his steps before continuing walking, too focused on the icy goodbye he tossed your way before he disappeared up the staircase.

You knew he was hurting, that you had unintentionally broken his trust, but you needed him to understand. You needed him back, because that month with Jungkook had probably been the best month of your life. You were never one to give up, and so standing in the lobby of the hospital, you decided just that. 

You were going to win Jeon Jungkook back.

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Y/N: how’s my fav ta? Aaron: im great! how’s my fav ex? Y/N: oppa we dated for two months in high school. please get over me. Aaron: the utter disrespect smh. what you want? Aaron: and no im not changing your grade a 94 is good enough! Y/N: you know i deserved a 98 on that paper Aaron: yeaaaaaah right. your paper was pedantic and superfluous Y/N: jeez… i get it you’re a ta Y/N: but that’s not what i want Y/N: pair up me and jungkook for the next assignment Aaron: eww i dont wanna play matchmaker Y/N: come on pleaseeeee! Aaron: what do i get in return? Y/N: anything! Aaron: shout me out in your stream Y/N: that is the stupidest thing ive ever heard Aaron: do it Aaron: and you gotta say aaron is the best champcon player of all time Y/N: … Y/N: sure whatever ill lie for you Aaron: hell yeah Aaron: consider me bribed Aaron: and do remind jungkook this is how you bribe not with a wad of cash in a stupid handshake Y/N: i still cant believe he did that to yuna Aaron: shes straight up scarred dude lol

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Jungkook hated being discharged from the hospital. He had delayed his stay but after one week, he was essentially kicked out. It had been almost a month since he had been home, and although he should be happy that he was back, he despised the silence. It left him alone with his thoughts for too long. What was worse was that he could no longer disappear into work. Work used to help him drown out any silly thoughts, it was a reprieve from his overactive mind, but now working on the game reminded him of you. 

As he coded the prototype, all he could see was your handwriting; the way you curved your c’s, and the way your w’s always had a little circle between them. It was stupid, but he could spend hours looking at your cursive — it was just so you, the letters engraved into the paper from your determined strokes, yet looking soft as if you wrote them down as an afterthought.

He groaned, tipping his head back, catching the attention of Namjoon’s puppy who took it as a sign to come nuzzle his legs. He couldn’t help the little smile that came over his lips and he picked up Gureum, letting him cuddle into him. The only bright thing about the past month had been Namjoon. For so long his hyung had been in this black hole of self-destruction that when he had asked to move in with him, Jungkook couldn’t open up his home fast enough. 

When Namjoon moved in two weeks ago, it was a little heartbreaking. He could see the deep sadness rooted in the older man’s eyes and Jungkook felt helpless. He didn’t know how he could comfort his friend without breaking down himself, so the conversations remained surface-level. Jungkook tried to show him love by throwing away all alcohol in his house and making sure Namjoon ate and exercised. Once he adopted Gureum, Namjoon seemed a little lighter, but every week when he returned from therapy, he could see how burdened his soul was. 

Jungkook sometimes saw him crying when he thought he wasn’t looking, silently wiping his tears as he stared out into the city, but he didn’t know how to make it better. What did Jungkook know about the depth of love Namjoon held for Princess, when all he had done was swim in the kiddie pool, too afraid to dive in, held back by his ideals. Maybe if he had more experience, it wouldn’t have hurt as much when you betrayed him and left him reeling. Perhaps it would hurt less. Maybe he should start being more adventurous, stop guarding his virginity like some trophy to present to his future wife.

And so Jungkook decided to download Tinder, trying to wrap his mind around the concept of one night stands. Even if he was terrible, he would never have to see that person again so there shouldn’t be any harm to venturing out. He had just set up his profile and was starting to swipe, when he involuntarily started imagining you doing the same. He hated it. What would he do if he came across your profile?

The thought sent chills down his spine as he tossed the phone to the side, groaning loudly yet again, startling a sleeping Gureum. 

 “Hey JK, want some food? I ordered pizza,” Namjoon said, walking into Jungkook’s bedroom, chuckling at his younger friend sprawled on the chair. He picked up the puppy from his lap, cooing at him, before asking Jungkook to come to the living room.

The smell of pepperoni and hot cheese permeated the room, making Jungkook’s stomach grumble as he sat on the couch, ready to devour. Dinner was fairly quiet, both men talking about their days. Namjoon had seen his therapist today, and although usually he was pretty guarded about what he shared during his sessions, he was forthcoming today.

“Eunho and I are working on a strategy,” Namjoon said, a little carefully, and Jungkook sat up at attention, swallowing his last bite. He felt honoured that his hyung was sharing something so personal with him. “Recognizing my patterns, you know, doing things that are terrible for me, to help me avoid dealing with things head on.”

Jungkook nodded, even though he didn’t understand the pointed stare Namjoon was giving him. His friend just shook his head, taking another bite before speaking, “Are there things that you do that are terrible for you?”

Jungkook looked at him, big eyes blinking in response. Deciding it would be better to share than let the novel conversation die out, he contributed. “Oh yeah totally. I tend to work a lot.”

“Yeah. I’ve noticed,” Namjoon said with an amused smile. “You haven’t left your room other than for work all of last week. Wanna talk about it?”

“Oh…” Jungkook said, realization dawning on him that Namjoon had just expertly got him to admit that he was avoiding something. With Namjoon’s recluse phase, Jungkook had almost forgotten how smart his friend was. Perhaps he could actually help him with his recent dilemma. 

“Well, hyung, now that you bring it up… Should I get laid?” Jungkook asked, a little hesitant and internally cringing at his own weird comment. Namjoon just chuckled, shaking his head.

“I mean… Do you want to get laid?” Namjoon asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I can forget about Y/N if I sleep with someone else? Like, I should be free, y’know? I feel like I’m stuck and I don’t wanna love her anymore but I can’t help it!” Jungkook grew exceedingly frustrated as he spoke, Namjoon staring at him with raised eyebrows.

Namjoon sighed before speaking, “You know, Jungkook, you can sleep with everyone in the world and it wouldn’t make it hurt less. Trust me, I know.” 

He placed a hand on Jungkook’s knee, patting him slightly before standing up to clear the dishes while Jungkook contemplated his words. Namjoon was probably right. He had a few years of experience over him. But then again, shouldn’t Jungkook be free to make his own mistakes? To sleep around and find out for himself if it hurts less or not?

As Namjoon sat back down to play with the puppy, Jungkook unlocked his phone again. Swiping on Tinder seemed like a great way to forget about you all of a sudden.

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It turned out embarrassing yourself on stream by giving your TA a shout out wasn’t worth anything since Jungkook refused to correspond with you on anything other than emails — very well written, polite emails that were probably composed by his assistant. Jungkook was not only good at ghosting you over messages, but it seemed he had disappeared off the face of the planet. 

Citing his very publicized accident, he had taken a leave of absence from school, opting to finish the second half of his final semester from home, completing his assignments and only showing up for tests. The professors didn’t care much — he was almost at the top of your class — but you did. You hated that you were relegated from someone he wanted to see everyday to a mere email, a colleague. 

You were almost about to give up, forget all about the doe-eyed boy that brightened your life for a moment only to fade away like a momentary shooting star. You never expected to see him again, least of all here.

After over two months of dwelling over a one-day boyfriend, your friends had forced you to get out of your shell. Yugyeom’s party was supposed to be a reset, a way for you to let loose before letting go of Jungkook. A way to drink and maybe meet someone new to distract yourself. 

You had put in more effort than you usually would, breaking out your lace bustier and expensive jeans that you saved only for when you went to snobby clubs downtown. It was your get-laid outfit, highlighting your curves in a way that would make any straight man’s mouth water, and you were proud of the makeup that accompanied your all black outfit. You were feeling confident and, with the two shots you had downed in your apartment, you felt light. All of which came to a standstill the moment you walked in and saw Jungkook standing between a girl’s legs as she sat on the kitchen counter.

You hated how your heart dropped at the view. While he barely noticed you, the way his hands were gripping her hips and his lips caressed her jaw as he spoke would be forever etched in your mind. You had spent months trying to get in touch with him, crying over him, worrying over his health, but he seemed content in forgetting about you. You never thought a man would have reduced you to a shell of yourself, but Jeon Jungkook seemed to excel at everything — even breaking hearts.

Grabbing a bottle of tequila from the counter, you solidified your resolve to forget about the heartbreaker in the leather jacket, and focused on finding someone you could take home. If idealistic virgin Jungkook had no problem moving on from your short-lived romance, then why should you pay him any more mind? 

Fuck Jungkook, you thought as your eyes met those of the cute host from across the room. You were going to have fun. 

You took a big, burning sip straight from the bottle before making your way over to Yugyeom, missing the way Jungkook stared at your retreating figure.

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Jungkook really wanted to pay attention to his date. He really wanted to be the person Jimin had coached him to be while chatting to Jisoo over Tinder. It was going well so far. He was the epitome of the suave playboy that all the tabloids painted him as. He was calm and collected, not even batting an eyelash at how forward Jisoo got after the two of them had shared a few things. She was pulling at his shirt, kissing his neck, and Jungkook wasn’t scared of letting her down because he truly didn’t care if she thought he was good in bed or not. Why should he when he was never going to see her again?

But then he turned around.

And there you were giggling at some joke a guy was making, your arms around his neck as you sat in his lap. All he could do was watch the way his hands massaged your thigh and how you bit your lip in response, eyes half lidded. It was like watching a gruesome car crash, his stomach turning but his body frozen as you leaned into the dark haired man, pulling his lips to yours.

It was as if his legs moved on their own, marching him to where you sat. He didn’t know what came over him, he wasn’t usually one for confrontation, but suddenly he was pulling you up dragging you across the house, trying doors till he found one that was open. He hated that he was being this way, still pining for you when your actions had made it clear that he wasn’t anyone to you, but he blamed the tequila in his veins. Why else would his heart be leaping out of his chest at you scowling at him?

“What the fuck, Jeon?” you yelled, pulling your arm from his grip as he closed the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” he retorted, his voice thankfully not betraying how he was quaking inside.

“Why do you care?” you asked, and he could see how your fists were balled, your arms shaking slightly. He couldn’t help stepping closer to you, a hand gently placed on your elbow in an attempt to stop the quiver.

“Because,” he answered, a little petulant but he was stubborn and he didn’t even know why he had done what he did. Because I still love you like an idiot, a voice said at the back of his head, but he ignored it, opting to finish his sentence there. He had told you himself that he never wanted to see you again, but still he dragged you here. He hated himself, but looking at your fiery gaze and alcohol-reddened cheeks, he realized he could never hate you. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Because what?” you screamed in frustration, your hands pulling at your hair. “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making this so hard?”

“Because,” he said, moving closer to you, his heart leaping at how you didn’t step back. He could see the tears lining your eyes, just on the edge of falling and with the music muffled through the door, he moved even closer. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was that for the first time in months he’d felt a semblance of an emotion, but his hands were cupping your face as he stared in your eyes. Your hands grasped his wrists, searing the skin, and he couldn’t hide the truth anymore.

“Because I don’t want to keep kissing people and pretending they’re you anymore,” he whispered, his lips meeting yours. 

You and him had shared kisses that felt like fireworks, explosions of wonders, but kissing you now was calming, almost serene; like he was finally home. Your lips slotted perfectly against his and it made him lose his breath. Behind the taste of liquor you’d been drinking was the familiar taste of your cherry lip tint, and the even more familiar taste of just simply you. He could never forget the perfect medley that was embedded in his head, the one he had been searching fruitlessly for a month with nameless Tinder dates. 

When you put your arms around him, he pulled you closer and it was as if nothing had changed. As if the two of you were still in his apartment kissing without reservations and it was always August 31st. But it wasn’t and as he refamiliarized himself with your mouth, his father’s voice from this morning rang inside his head, sobering him.

“Son, is this true?” 

Jungkook could see that one vein popping in his father’s forehead, the one he remembered from whenever he got a bad grade in high school or stayed out too late. He hadn’t seen it in a while but it took him back, his eyes widening in fear of a scolding.

“Is Y/N really the enemy? I thought she was on our side? What’s this about Saga?”

The enemy. He hadn’t thought of you like that but his father’s venom-filled words made sense. How else would he describe someone who strung him along, fed him lies, made him fall in love to take it all away for something as megre as monetary gain? 

It was when his father decided to scrap the game you helped him build, the one that he had been meticulously coding for months that he realized how much you took from him. His father benched him from his plans of a takeover till further notice, and Jungkook was left with nothing, no work to distract him any more. Just bitter pain.

“I can’t do this,” he breathed, pulling back, hating how his tongue came out to taste you on his lips one last time. “I can’t… I can’t be with the enemy.”

It was stupid, it was impulsive, but when the dazed look in your eyes turned into rage, Jungkook couldn’t stay in the room anymore. Turning around, he walked away. Out of the bedroom, out of the house, aimlessly roaming the street, trying to stop the way his lip wobbled.

It was what he was supposed to do, but he couldn’t help missing you all the same.

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The steam from the two cups of coffee flitted in the air, the smell invigorating after a sleepless night. The bleached white of the cups, tainted by a drop of the spilled beverage, matched the small table with its checkered red pattern. It was quiet except for the chatter of a few customers who rushed to grab their orders before leaving. The small cafe was almost empty because who else would be sitting and enjoying breakfast at 8am on a Tuesday?

Jungkook almost regretted agreeing to come meet you, but after how he had acted at the party, his guilt wouldn’t let him rest, forcing him to read and reread the text you had sent him. It was a little scary how he knew how you took your coffee in the morning, but hadn’t known that you were going to stab him in the back. He bit back the bitterness, however.

Hi. I would like to meet up face to face to finish off our project. You can send your assistant if you want, but after how you treated me on Saturday, I think I deserve a meeting, don’t you think so?

He read over your message again as he waited. He had contemplated sending Seungwon in his stead, but something about your tone made him rethink it. He didn’t appreciate being called out, although he was fully aware what an ass he had been, alcohol or not. The utter embarrassment he faced when he walked into his apartment to see Namjoon staring at him was enough for him to agree. He hadn’t disclosed to his friend why he was so torn up, but Namjoon was smart and didn’t need a memo to catch on. Jungkook shuddered imagining the scolding he would receive if the older man was made privy to the real reason he was so shaken up.

He took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the way the warm liquid soothed him, and then his pinkie twitched. He glared at the digit, his romanticized thoughts bothering him once again, but his reprieve was cut short by a gust of wind that cut his cheeks as the door opened. 

He couldn’t help but be a little endeared at your appearance, your figure swallowed under a large puffy coat, the fur trimmed hood atop your head and face almost hidden under the woolen scarf around your neck. He couldn’t help remembering how cold your hands always were. He wondered if your feet got cold too — if you would warm them up against his in bed. Not that he would allow himself to ever know for sure. 

Schooling his forlorn expression into a smile, he stood up, pulling the chair out for you, only to be stopped by you raising your hand towards him. 

“Don’t bother, this won’t take long,” you said, your tone colder than the snowy weather outside as you took off the hood to reveal your face, nose a bright red from the cold. Before he could say anything you were slamming a large stack of dog eared papers on the table. You handed him a few sheets of paper, the assignment topic written at the top in bolded letters. Corporate Espionage: The Grey Morality in a Digital World.

Ironic how the two of you were assigned the reason for your decoupling, as if fate was mocking you for your choices, mocking Jungkook. 

“I finished it. Feel free to edit it as you like when you submit it. I trust your judgement.”

I trust your judgement. Did you even realize how fucking stupid Jungkook felt hearing that? Maybe he should return the favour. Listen to Namjoon’s sage words and let you explain your side of the story. Perhaps it wasn’t as bad as Jungkook thought.

“Listen Y/N, can you sit down? We can talk?”

“No,” you replied harshly, pushing another, heavier stack of papers towards him. He didn’t have time to look at much other than the heading. Transfer of IP Rights. “I had my lawyer draw these up. You don’t need to worry about me being the enemy anymore, Jeon. There it is. Signed and notarized. You can have all the stupid rights for your stupid game. I’m done.”

And with that bombshell, you turned away, walking back into the cold morning, and leaving Jungkook scrambling for his thoughts. As he sat down, defeated, he read the document. You had given him the copyright to everything, from your research to the random character sketches you doodled in the margins. Even mechanics that didn’t end up in the game. Everything. 

Jungkook’s chest felt heavy, his thoughts swirling like the bile in his stomach. Someone who was using him wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t give up their claim on their idea. He stared at the mug in front of him, one with the caramel macchiato you enjoyed now cold to the touch, and realized that his ego had taken away his chance at happiness.

The cafe filled with people as he sat frozen. People laughed around him, giggling at jokes as they sipped their coffees, carefree, going in and out, but all Jungkook felt was the chills from the cold air everytime the door opened.

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Driving always calmed you down. The feel of the steering wheel vibrating slightly under your grip as the world passed you by made you feel invincible. As if all the troubles in the world couldn’t touch you, fading away like scenery in the periphery. But no matter how many miles you drove on the snowy highway, leaving the cafe you walked out of just now miles behind, it didn’t settle the disquiet brewing in your head. 

You had imagined the scenario of giving Jungkook those papers multiple times in the weeks they were being drafted. At first it was visions of a teary reunion and forgiven miscommunications; however, after Saturday night, those happy moments morphed into seeing Jungkook eat his words. You imagined him just as he was at the cafe — speechless and shocked, but seeing it in real life didn’t give you the satisfaction you desired. 

His face was embedded in your head as you drove the sleek empty roads. His eyes wide and lips pulled in a frown that betrayed his hurt manifested on your pupils, but it didn’t make you feel smug like you thought you would be. It hurt you to hurt him, to throw his words back at you. No matter how many times he had abandoned you, leaving him behind felt like you were stabbing your own heart and tossing it on the ground. 

It was painful. It was unsatisfying. And it was what made you immediately block him on all platforms lest your heart decide to take another hit of the cocky man who stuttered nervously when he told you he was a virgin. 

You didn’t need him. You had to do this for your own protection. If he wanted to talk to you, he had your email. It didn’t seem like he was interested in contacting you any other way anyways.

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Over the last few weeks, Jungkook had poured over the detailed documents you had provided him countless times, reading them before bed like some sort of masochistic bedtime story. His father had approved the game after seeing it, handing over Jungkook’s rough prototype to the developers after a quick short meeting. He had praised him for managing to acquire such a comprehensive transfer of ownership for free, and proudly used it as an example of his leadership, and Jungkook accepted it. He accepted it because he was a coward, too scared to admit that the price was losing you.

When he showed Namjoon what you had done, he was scolded. Namjoon rarely ever got angry with him but to see his jaw ticking as he berated Jungkook’s choices would be forever imprinted in him. 

“You have to apologize, Jungkook,” Namjoon advised sternly after skimming the elaborate set of papers. The way his eyebrows knitted made Jungkook uneasy, on edge as if he was witnessing a ticking bomb. The guilt that had started swirling in his gut was flamed by the older man’s response. He had expected Namjoon to offer his life philosophies to him, maybe some insightful words, but this blunt demand didn’t help the way Jungkook’s heart kept splintering everytime he remembered your words.

I’m done.

“She said she was done hyung… It doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t—” Jungkook’s defeated tone didn’t help quell Namjoon’s exasperation, instead making him interrupt his excuses with a flurried tongue, shaking his head with disappointment.

“Of course it fucking matters! The game’s going to be worth what? Millions? So why would she give up her share? Who the fuck would give up millions just to clear a misunderstanding?”

“I don’t know…” He did know. He knew no one would do that. He knew that the only reason you had done so was because your hate for him surpassed anything you could tangibly gain. There was a tiny voice in his head that told him that maybe the reason you had signed everything over wasn’t because you hated him. Maybe it was for the opposite reason, but then your voice would smother that thought.

I’m done.

“Yes, you do. You can’t keep running away when things get hard. You say you love her? You want to be at her side? Then you need to earn it, put your pride aside and actually listen to her.”

It seemed that those were the last words Namjoon would impart on him as he left the room. He didn’t even leave him Gureum for comfort and Jungkook couldn’t help wondering if perhaps that signified how upset he was with his decisions. But sitting in his living room, courage had never felt as elusive.

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried to comprehend the dry notes on the strategy some overpriced consultant had presented him in order to help Jaunty Games “cut the fat”, but no matter how hard he tried, the words blurred together and swirled, indecipherable. He groaned loudly as he tried to wrestle his focus away from you and back on to the page in front of him. It didn’t matter much since the only one to hear him would be himself as they echoed back through his empty office.

Defeated, he stood up, walking to the window and peering into the bustling streets. He watched the people below scatter to and from Samseong Station like little ants racing to their nests, feeling a little claustrophobic suddenly despite his extremely large, minimally decorated office. He unbuttoned his collar, the familiar rush of adrenaline shortening his breaths before he followed his usual routine. Staring at his hands, he counted his breaths, willing them to slow down and deepen. He flexed his hands to stop the shaking, his tattoos acting as an anchor as he felt himself start to calm down. 

Walking to his desk, he sat down, finally catching his bearings a little, and just in time too.

“Mr Jeon, I have the reports from the analysis department you asked for,” Seungwon announced as he breezed into the space after two quick knocks. Jungkook only hummed in response, not trusting his voice to not waver after such a close call with his demons. But Seungwon had practically raised Jungkook, and for him it was easy to recognize the signs - the beads of sweat on his forehead, the empty gaze, the overly controlled breathing, and the hands, clenching and unclenching.

He made his way around the desk, squatting in front of the younger man despite the way he averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed. He reached for the Newton’s Cradle on his desk, pulling the first metal sphere and watching carefully as Jungkook started concentrating on the movement and the sound emanating from the toy. 

Jungkook felt a wave of calm rush over him as he timed his breaths to the sounds, finally feeling fully in control of himself, even though he hated his helper.

“Jungkook, you’re okay,” Seungwon assured, repeating the phrase again and again, peppering it with praises for doing well. Jungkook couldn’t help softening at the attention from the former fatherly figure.

“I’m fine now. Thank you unc- Mr. Cha,” Jungkook quickly corrected himself. Although he had patched things up with his mother after the big reveal months ago, he still held a grudge against her boyfriend, his betrayal much larger in his mind. But he saw Seungwon’s face fall at the cold formal tone he had adopted as he started to walk away, and Jungkook realized that perhaps that was his biggest fault — shutting people out. Unlike Namjoon who did the same, Jungkook didn’t physically run away. He did it by building an impenetrable wall around himself. A wall embedded with sharp icicles and jagged razors, refusing to let anyone but a selected few cross, and easily tossing away those who wronged him. 

So for the first time he decided to change his patterns, not by letting the wall fall, but by opening a door. It was about time he heard Seungwon’s side of the story.

“Why did you do it?” he asked, a little too blunt, his thoughts still taking a moment to restart. Seungwon smiled warmly at him, making his way back towards the desk, taking a seat opposite the CEO in training.

“It wasn’t malicious, Jungkook. You know that right?” he explained, the wrinkles next to his eyes becoming prominent as he looked at him softly. Seungwon didn’t know where to begin but he didn’t want to lose the opportunity he was provided. “My whole life I thought I would end up alone. I was ready for it… to love from afar… to catch glimpses of moments that would never be mine. I never thought your mother would ever return the flame I held for her.”

“I had given up but fate had other plans. Sometimes love fades, and sometimes it perseveres. I have loved Kyungsoo for thirty years, but somehow after all that time she found her way to me,” he said, his voice softly carrying through the quiet of the room. His eyes met Jungkook’s widened ones before he continued. “We never planned it, you know? It just happened. And I’m so sorry I hurt you… I’m sorry, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook may be someone who held grudges, but he couldn’t help empathizing with the man. He could choose to paint him as a villain, waiting and watching for cracks in his parent’s relationship for thirty years, but despite all his efforts over the past few months, he was still a hopeless romantic at heart. He thought about you and wondered if he could do the same, agonizingly watch you from afar for decades. It must have felt like torture, each smile and exchange like little droplets landing on same spot on his forehead, an innocuous but unrelenting pain with no end in sight. 

His eyes watered without his consent, and before he knew it he was standing up and making his way to Seungwon, hugging him, the walls once again toppling to welcome him inside. He missed the way Seungwon teared up as well, grinning as he returned his embrace. Jungkook didn’t have many qualms about cancelling the rest of his afternoon to repair his relationship with Seungwon as he shared his love story, decades in the making.

It’s odd when we learn that our parents and parent figures are flawed, perhaps even more so than ourselves. It is a cognitive dissonance that shatters the reality we had relied on to be true. We idolize our caregivers, often putting them on a pedestal, never really seeing them as humans capable of making human mistakes. 

When Jungkook listened to the stories Seungwon shared, it was like watching his memories from a perspective he didn’t fathom before, going from first person to third. He remembered the times Seungwon would take care of him as a kid. He never felt like his father was absent from his life because he always had his beloved uncle Seungwon to battle him in Mario Kart and attend his baseball games, but as an adult he finally removed the rose-coloured lenses and realized that he wasn’t just absent from his life, he was absent from his mother’s too. A new, exponentially growing company demands all the attention of its leader, and he imagined how his mother felt being left alone all those years.

To Jungkook, Kyungsoo was warm, nurturing, and encouraging, but in Seungwon’s eyes she was resilient, strong, and brave — brave enough to step away from the seesaw of a relationship where the highs never felt enough and where the momentum needed to escape the lows required an immeasurable amount of effort. Jungkook liked that description of his mother. Liked hearing about how smart she was, and how capable of greatness she was from the man in love with her — the man who did nothing but appreciate her from afar. 

It led to a smile on his face. He had been bitter for so long that the purity of their connection warmed his heart, shedding light on the seed of hope planted there. Jungkook had thought he was naive for believing that love was everlasting, but hearing Seungwon’s words he thought his present self was even more naive. How could love be a lie when it was the only thing worth fighting for? Only thing worth watching for decades?

After three cups of coffee, Jungkook left the office with a strategy much better than any he had read all day — a strategy to ask for your forgiveness, even if he didn’t deserve it. Seungwon had somehow nonchalantly shared the most important piece of advice he had ever heard. Advice that chased away his cowardice and left only hope.

People make mistakes. People are flawed, but people are real. Whatever idea of you he had developed through his overthinking wasn’t worth not trying to fight for you. He could spend thirty years watching your life, or he could take his chances.

He grinned as his pinky twitched against the steering wheel.

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You steeled yourself with a deep breath, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You could feel the nerves shaking your legs, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were sitting, your knees would’ve surely buckled. Plastering a smile on your face, you squinted in the bright lights illuminating you, the din of the room becoming an afterthought. 

“So, Y/N, we know you started off as a streamer for ChampCon, how did you end up where you are now? Head of Strategy at Saga. That’s big! Did you always want to be creating games?”

You chuckled into the mic the way your public speaking classes had taught you to gauge the volume of the microphone. You were happy for the lights because they hid the audience. Speaking to a thousand people was daunting, but the setup of the panel had the feel of being in someone’s living room. The little plant on the round table was calming, even distracting the fact that it was actually a camera that was projecting the view on the large screen behind you.

“Thanks, Brianna. Honestly, this might sound a bit odd but I think I just stumbled onto this field. I started Twitch to learn how to play ChampCon. Before that I was very much a console only person,” you chuckled as the crowd laughed and jokingly booed. You waved your hands, trying to seem confident despite your nerves. “I know. I know! You’ve converted me! But yeah, once I started playing I kind of fell in love with the game and I just got obsessed with knowing all the mechanics, the artwork, how everything worked. For the first time, I was passionate about an industry. After years of searching, I think game development just found me. Like fate.”

You smiled amicably at the invisible crowd as the host asked other women on the panel about their journey. It felt odd sitting at a table of women who had launched their own games independently, or had competed in worldwide championships. By comparison, you had only created a Youtube channel where you sat in your room commenting on games someone else created. You hadn’t even started working at Saga yet!

However, you bit back your imposter syndrome, reminding yourself that you deserved to be there — that you were handpicked to share your views on gaming culture. The hour passed by in a blur and when the crowd applauded you could finally breathe. Your group was led off stage to a holding area, essentially a comfortable room in the back where lunch was served and the conference main stage played on a giant television.

If someone had told you even two months ago that you would be in Los Angeles at E3, one of the world’s largest gaming conventions, in a room full of amazing women from Jade Raymond to Geguri, you would’ve laughed in their face and asked them to take their medication. But here you were, not as a spectator or a mere attendee, but a speaker, starstruck by people knowing your name and your job. It felt as if you’d been thrust into a daydream, waiting to wake up any moment.

Settling onto one of the tables with some of the other speakers, you dug into the meal, conversation flowing seamlessly. Until your attention was diverted to the television when you heard your name. The whole table followed you, turning to pay attention to the screen, where no one other than Jeon Jungkook was speaking on stage.

Dressed in casual ripped jeans and a t-shirt with his company’s logo, he seemed to effortlessly command the large stage. He held the microphone easily as he gestured to the large screens behind him that were now displaying the game the two of you had worked to develop.

“Guys let me tell you, Y/N Y/L/N might seem like a casual streamer, but she is an absolute genius among us mere folks!” The crowd laughed roaringly at his joke and your face heated up. What was he doing? Why was he up there giving you credit? You gave him all the rights!

While Jungkook continued joking on stage, showing off the mobile game, and assuring people that it would be launched at the end of the year, you were barely paying attention. All you could see was the logos at the bottom of the name of the game. Rise of the Guardian, a JauntyxSaga collaboration.

You hadn’t spoken to Jungkook in three months, and it seemed that in that short amount of time Jungkook had not only managed to get the game developed, marketed and announced, but had also somehow managed to have his biggest rival come on board as a collaborator. It made you a little dizzy to think about how he had managed to take what was essentially doodles and scribbles and turned them into a real life video game. And although you heard him clearly give you much more credit than you deserved, you kind of wished you had been a part of the process. Another smaller voice in your head reminded you that you wished you had been with him during the process.

Before you could dwell too much, your eyes fell on Jungkook, in the flesh, as he was ushered in after his presentation.

You’ve always hated the dramatics in the movies where the music would muffle and lights would dim to show the lead staring at their love interest, but in that moment it was exactly like that. As if time had decided to stand still so the two of you could have a moment to yourselves. So your eyes could roam his features and get reacquainted with the sharpness of his jaw, the softness of his big eyes, the little mole under his lip. 

He smiled at you, a little bashful, as he scratched the side of his cheek, picking at an invisible hair. When you didn’t make a move, he made himself a plate from the buffet before hesitating a little, eyeing the open chair next to you. 

The past three months were hard. It was stupid how much you missed him even though you had been apart longer than you had been together. You had blocked him on everything and that helped keep your sanity a little. Being away from him, you had forgotten the hold his cute buck toothed smile had on you and before long you were forgoing all the promises you made to yourself and motioning to the chair next to him. 

He eagerly jumped at the opportunity, making himself comfortable, his eyes crinkled in glee. 

“Hi,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours, taking your breath away a little. 

“Hi,” you replied with a smile.

The two of you didn’t exchange any other words, only stealing glances as you ate.

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There was a little speck on the pristine hotel elevator doors that was bothering Jungkook. He could see his entire reflection, from the too big trunks he had stolen from Namjoon to the towel he had draped over his shoulder, but right on his forehead there was a smudge. It seemed like a watermark, and it was a little jarring to look at so he decided to fiddle with his phone instead, checking the chaos that had ensued on Twitter after his announcement that afternoon.

There were at least three hashtags relating to the announcement trending, but only one caught his eye - JungkookxTiger??? - where users were speculating and quoting Jungkook’s earlier gushing over his ex. Perhaps he had been a little heavy handed with his grand gesture… perhaps that was why you didn’t really make an effort to talk to him at lunch. 

Jungkook shook his head as the elevator doors opened to the pool, trying to shake out the negative thoughts, reminding himself that reconciliation wasn’t his aim, just an apology. He wanted to redeem himself in your eyes, and three months of self-reflection and three appointments with Namjoon’s therapist had taught him to be open to the possibility of you never giving him another chance. He was okay with that, even if he knew he would always regret losing you. But if that’s what made you happy, he would gladly take the heartbreak.

He was lost in his thoughts when he reached the pool, dropping his towel on a chaise lounge, but all those thoughts froze when he reached the whirlpools at the end of the pool. He wanted to strip away the exhaustion of the day by relaxing in the steaming water. It seemed that you had the same idea.

“Umm… hi,” Jungkook floundered, not knowing if the awkwardness was in his head or not, but feeling an intense need to rectify it. “Sorry! I’m not following you I swear! I can leave if you want,” he added, kicking himself internally for being so nervous. The fact that you were sitting in the hot tub in a red bikini with your skin flushed from the heat didn’t help his nerves at all.

“It’s a public space, Jeon,” you waved, smiling a little as you leaned back and closed your eyes. Your smile did nothing to quell his racing pulse as he tentatively got in the pool and settled across from you.

“So JauntyxSaga, huh?” you commented casually, Jungkook’s gaze snapping from where it was fixated on his hands to your face. Your expression was neutral and it made him uneasy, wanting so badly to rewind time back to when the two of you easily laughed together.

“Um.. yeah. Is that okay?”

“You don’t need to ask me, Jeon. It’s your company,” you shrugged, and your nonchalance made him want to explain himself. He felt as if the window of opportunity to get into your good graces was quickly closing.

“Yeah. But are you okay with me saying it was your idea… I wanted to reach out to you, but I also kind of wanted it to be a surprise?”

“Consider me surprised,” you chuckled and he didn’t know if he should be relieved or worried, worrying his lip with his teeth.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked right? I just wanted to give you credit…”

“Why? Ideas don’t matter… execution does. I just came up with the concept, you made it happen.”

“Because you matter,” he muttered, apologizing when you responded with a sigh of his name. He didn’t know what to say, so he just sat there, stewing in his regrets.

“I’m going to go,” you said, and he watched you get out and wrap a towel around you, months of pep talks going down the drain as his throat closed around any words his brain could muster. However, it seemed that he didn’t need the courage, because before you left you turned around.

“Wanna get some coffee when we’re back in Seoul?”

“Yes,” Jungkook’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I’d like that… a lot.”

“Cool. I’ll text you sometime.”

You waved, turning away from him, and he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot.

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You didn’t know why you had asked Jungkook for coffee that night and why five days later you were fidgeting with the mug of black coffee in front of you in a small cafe near campus. Call it an impulse or longing, but as you waited for Jungkook to arrive, the nerves you felt in the pool were back, swirling in your belly and erupting into butterflies when you saw him walk through the door.

It wasn’t a reunion that songs would be written about — it was stilted, painfully awkward. But it was real. After chasing him down all that time, it was bizarre that after what seemed like a lifetime of radio silence, he was there. Right in front of you, sitting in a distractingly well-fitted suit.

Two people could have a lot in common, but when so much miscommunication had overshadowed those similarities, was it even possible to partake in a normal conversation? While you sipped your coffee, you wished you could erase the past, go back to when it was easy, when all he had to do was give you one of his brilliant smiles and you would return it with a kiss. 

“How’s work?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat before beginning, as if the question he had asked required much deliberation, and you wished he would just get to the point. That you could skip all the small talk, and move on to the apologies. A voice in your head reminded you of the way you felt when you sat on those plastic chairs in the hospital, the way it seemed your heart was being slowly carved out of your chest while he chose to ghost you. And just like that, you didn’t want to be there anymore despite it being your own idea.

“Haven’t started yet. I start after graduation next month,” you replied, the chill in your voice complementing your stormy thoughts.

“Oh, that makes sense.” He fidgeted with the mug. He moved it from one hand to the other, the liquid splashing but not yet spilling. It made you anxious. He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed, eyes on the table, when he asked you the next question. “You excited to be done with school?”

“Sure. You?” Why was this so hard? Why was just conversing like humans so taxing? Perhaps it was inevitable. Maybe you had fallen into this weird whirlwind of a short-lived romance, one that wasn’t meant to last. Maybe it was for the best that things had fallen apart before they got too serious. But if they weren’t serious, why were you still agonizing over it months later? Why was it taking you longer to forget him than it took you to get over relationships that lasted years?

“Umm… yes. Yeah! Finally in the real world you know… Real people, real problems,” Jungkook said, his volume almost a little too low to be heard over the din of the cafe.

 He kept moving his mug. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. From the tattooed hand that would hold yours to the bare one that would caress your jaw when he kissed you. You couldn’t concentrate on whatever canned question he asked you, couldn’t even hear it, your eyes following the brilliant white dishware, like you were watching a tennis match. Till you couldn’t help yourself, your hand reaching out and stopping the mug, spilling the coffee. 

You didn’t even feel the few drops that landed on your fingers, still around the mug, but Jungkook was in a sudden frenzy, grabbing napkins and stopping the liquid from reaching the edge of the table. He tended to you next, taking your hand before you could pull it back and wiping it clean, examining it intensely for any injuries. 

You wanted to tell yourself it was uncomfortable — that him holding your hand once again made you want anything other than wanting to grasp it tighter. But you were never too good at lying to yourself, so you let him linger longer than your rationality would have allowed you. Let him gaze at you pleadingly, wordlessly asking for the same thing you wanted. Don’t let go, please.

“I miss you,” he murmured, a little anguished, his hand shaking in yours, his eyes on your fingers as they twitched subconsciously.

“I miss you, too,” you dared to reply despite the walls around your heart. His gaze snapped to yours at your words and you could read the battle within them. “But I don’t know if we can ever go back.”

“I… I don’t want to go back,” Jungkook said, suddenly determined, his hand confidently grasping yours tighter. “I want to be better. Make us better. Please?”

“Jungkook… I don’t know.”

“We can be friends again? That can work right?” His tone didn’t seem like he was begging, but you knew he was, his body stiff in anticipation. Could you survive giving him another chance?

“We were never really friends,” you remarked, a small smile stretching your lips, as you thought about the stupid arguments the two of you would have in class, almost a lifetime ago. “Frenemies at best.”

He smiled at that, relaxing a little at your joke, squeezing your fingers in his palm before letting go. 

The conversation after was still a little awkward, but you didn’t overthink it, refusing to settle the blush that decorated your cheekbones every time his knee brushed against yours. And when he asked you if you would like to grab dinner together, you agreed. Maybe you could’ve been better to him too. Maybe the two of you could be better to each other. 

After all, you wouldn’t know unless you tried.

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Jungkook kept glancing at you, despite telling himself to keep his eyes on the road. He couldn’t help it, not when the sun fading over the horizon bathed you in a glow that he wished he could memorize. Not when you softly sang to the radio, nodding your head to the mellow beat and smiling at the cheesy lyrics proclaiming love everlasting. Not when all he wanted to do was hold your hand again.

He hadn’t even dared to touch you after the day you got coffee, but after three decidedly less uncomfortable hangouts, he had finally asked you on a date. A date you had agreed to, despite all his demons reminding him that he was too unworthy to even ask.

The first hangout was dinner at a small diner where you told him about your parents and your childhood. He didn’t know much about your life. Somehow in the month the two of you had been together, it had been glazed over. But he was happy to hear about it, ecstatic to learn what shaped you. He always knew you were determined, headstrong, but hearing about how you were bullied as a child over thrifted clothes till you decided to take up Taekwondo to fight back, made him gain more insight into you. You were always a fighter, fighting for yourself, your beliefs, even him when he treated you worse than all those bullies.

On your second hangout, he told you about Candy — an unrequited love that he realized was never a love at all, not the way it should be. You cut him off when he started to apologize about kissing her, telling him that it was okay. He bit away his guilt, letting you distract him with a game of Mario Kart. He would try to apologize again today. He would try to apologize for everything today.

For your last hangout, the two of you went to an amusement park, and between the laughs and cotton candy he felt a lump in his throat. Your hair flew in the wind when you drove the bumper car towards him, glee lighting up your face, your giggles loud and carefree as your car collided with his. If he was a cartoon his eyes would have turned into hearts at that moment. He thought he loved you, but it seemed that every little moment he spent with you increased his feelings tenfold, like before he was only exploring the surface of Marianas Trench. He couldn’t wait to dive deeper, turn his lungs to dust if needed. It was the courage he needed to ask you on date.

“Our first date’s on a boat?” you asked, mirth lacing your skepticism, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled into the marina.

“I thought it’d be nice to talk somewhere new,” he replied, his voice not betraying the sudden anxiety that invaded his thoughts. Perhaps taking you on a boat to make amends was too on the nose. “I got you those sandwiches you like from Hongdae.”

The times Jungkook and you had met before this date were amazing, but they were still tinged with guilt. Fear that the delicate thread that held your moments together would perish at the lightest mention of the past was ingrained in you. You didn’t want to think about the Jungkook who you hurt and who hurt you, you just wanted to exist in this precarious bubble of friends that ignored the tension in the room for longer. Because even if it was uncomfortable at times, at least it was there. You didn’t know if you were brave enough to test whether it would pop once the two of you really talked. You weren’t brave enough to reflect on how you’d react if your days went back to being void of his presence.

But when Jungkook smiled, his upper lip disappearing to bare his teeth and his eyes squinting from how high his cheeks got, you found the courage to smile back, to step out of the car and onto a sailboat, sappily named SS True Love.

The boat seemed much lower than what Jungkook’s social status would predict, a simple navy blue hull with white trimmings. The hardwood deck only had room enough for a blanket at the bow, the rest taken up by the cockpit. As Jungkook set up the sails, you set up the late afternoon lunch, the wind caressing you once you had settled to watch Jungkook move around with ease.

It seemed that Thursday afternoon wasn’t a popular time for a boat ride, your boat the only one rippling the calm river. The Seoul skyline never looked better than it did from the deck of Jungkook’s sailboat, the scent of freshwater making the crowded city look almost serene. As the sun dipped closer to the horizon behind you, the city was already coming alive, the mismash of lights visible even if it wasn’t dark yet. It looked almost fragile, a line of silver icicles reaching to the skies and vibrating with fireflies, capturing the remaining rays of the sun.

Jungkook anchored in the middle of the river and settled next to you after turning on some music. The melodies carried on the wind, embellishing the silence between the two of you as you ate, soaking in the remaining sun as it set. That’s when you noticed the lines of fairy lights on the railing, their fluorescent glow warming you, melting the lead from your tongue.

“Do you want some more wine?” Jungkook asked, holding the bottle of red he had procured to go with the prosciutto sandwiches you adored, ones that were out of the way for him but he had bought anyways. Just because you mentioned once you liked them. Watching him pour the wine carefully in his glass, his hair falling into his eyes, you felt your heart flutter. You didn’t want to let him go. You wanted to hold on to him, to hold him so tight your muscles would quiver with fatigue.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Saga,” you blurted out, cursing yourself for your lack of finesse. Jungkook froze, his eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs as he stared at you open-mouthed. However, now that you had started, the word vomit continued, your hands flailing in front of you. 

“To be honest, I got interviewed before we even started talking and when it became official I was under an NDA and so I couldn’t tell you and to be honest I totally completely forgot about it. Wait, that sounds like an excuse! I didn’t forget forget, I just didn’t pay attention to it because I was scared about a big change and so my brain decided to not think about it and-”

“You didn’t have to tell me anything. I should’ve trusted you,” he interrupted, his fingers pulling at the thread poking from the rip on his jeans. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, barrelling at a speed unfathomable as he recalled how he made every wrong decision, from leaving you on his birthday to ghosting you to being a drunken asshole. But most of all he recalled the broken way you looked at him at the hospital when he spat venom into your wounds. He would’ve never talked to himself after that but you did, because much like your username, you were a tiger, fighting for what’s yours. He belonged to you after all, had since the first time you crashed into him, seamlessly falling into his arms as if he was made to catch you. 

His regret lined his eyes, cascading slowly to his jaw in a single stream that clogged his sinuses and cracked his voice as he spoke. “I should’ve trusted you. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

Like all the times you had mirrored his smiles, you mirrored his tears too. 

“I think I ruined us,” you sniffled, fingers wiping at his cheekbones, and the sparks your touch left powered his arms to cling around you and pull you to his chest. You could hear the hammering of his heart, your mind reintroduced to the scent you had almost forgotten, despite craving.

“No, I did,” he replied, adamant even through his whispers. “I was so mean to you. I’m so sorry, Tiger. I don’t deserve you.”

“You were a little mean,” you joked, pulling away from where you were buried in his chest and cupping his face in your hands, smiling at his bashful, melancholic whine. “But it’s okay. No one deserves anyone, we choose.”

“You shouldn’t choose me,” Jungkook lamented, his glassy eyes reflecting the light around you, even larger than usual as they stared into yours. His hands on your waist gripped you tighter, regardless. “No matter how much I want you to,” he added in a whisper, barely audible over the sounds of the water.

“But that’s why I do,” you replied simply, wiping his tears once again, only for more to appear as he hid from you, his face finding its home in the crook of your neck. You held him tight and Jungkook wished he never had to leave your embrace, to never know a world where your warmth didn’t surround him. He knew he was going to wear his heart on his sleeve this evening, but he never imagined that you would accept it, keep it safe next to yours and drown his senses with your comfort. 

He didn’t dare move from your arms as you stroked his hair and the two of you talked about your times apart. Till the pain you had caused each other didn’t feel as fresh anymore, till it faded into a throb that reminded you of your mistakes but didn’t hinder you. There was a certain poetry to being in your arms, and Jungkook wished he could immortalize it. It was the moment where his soul finally felt at ease, the dark sky of the evening a blanket tucking him into a dream that he thought he’d never achieve.

He left your arms to guide the boat back to the docks, but couldn’t bring himself to let go of your hand as he drove you home. He never wanted to let go, afraid that he would wake up back in his empty room, cold and alone. That bitter fear manifested in a plea, overlapping with one of yours as he walked you to your apartment.

“Can I stay for a bit?”

“Come over?”

The two of you stared at each other before bursting into laughter, the tension dissolving in your combined joy, effervescent. When the laughter faded, the stare remained, his eyes looking into yours with the gentleness you had come to rediscover, like his pupils were melting with every photon bouncing off your skin. It erased your hesitation as you leaned up on your toes to place your lips on his for a quick fleeting second, before giggling.

Jungkook felt his entire body blush from the simple brush of your lips, and he wanted to cry again, his reservoir far from empty. His fingers touched his lips, almost in disbelief, but the tingles that radiated from them made him believe it was real. Your chuckles brought him out of his haze and before you even knew it was happening, he pulled you towards him with the hand still attached to yours, landing his lips on yours. 

He knew he was being a little too needy, his mouth a little too sloppy as it molded to yours, but when he gently laid his hand on your neck, he could feel your pulse galloping in time with his, and it made a whimper escape his lips. You captured it with yours, caressing it with your tongue, coaxing more of its friends to build a symphony you adored, till the grin on your face made kissing him difficult.

“You whimpered first,” you whispered, your nose scrunching at his groan, and you pinched his cheek before turning around to unlock the door. But Jungkook had gotten a taste of the paradise he thought he would never see again so his arms wrapped around your waist, his chest to your back and his nose buried in your hair. He inhaled the jasmine, his eyes closing in content, as you all but dragged him inside the apartment.

“It’s not fair,” he complained, shutting the door with his foot, his lips kissing anywhere he could reach, your cheek, your eyebrow, your jaw, your neck. “You’re a goddess and I’m helpless.”

Your giggles gave birth to the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach and turned to confetti in his chest, and soon he was turning you around, kissing your lips, tasting the cherry tint that adorned them. It was muscle memory, the way his tongue caressed yours, gentle and hungry in equal measure, the way his hands grabbed your thighs till your legs were around his waist, their warmth fanning the fire growing within him. He held you tight, grateful for his strength because in that moment he wanted nothing more than you wrapping yourself around him, your chest against his, your arms around his neck, locking his lips to yours.

He blindly followed your instructions to your bed, his lips never leaving your skin, even when they migrated to your neck, where they suckled. He knew he reached your bed when it hit his shin, the pain radiating from the bone a mere afterthought to how you looked lying in front of him, flushed and breathless.

He climbed on top of you, slotting himself between your legs and devouring your lips once again. “I missed you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice just a vehicle for his heavy breaths. “I missed you so much.”

He kissed you again, but you held his face between your hands, stopping him momentarily. You wanted him, wanted him more than anything, but your heart needed a little more assurance, more than his searing kisses and the adoration dripping from his eyes.

“Promise me you won’t leave again,” you pleaded, words a little too weak for your liking, but it was the best you could with the way you felt, as if you were on the edge of floating away. 

The tears that Jungkook’s lust had hidden away returned as his lip quivered. He hated the little wobble in your voice, the desperation dripping from your words, but it was ‘again’ that echoed in his head, reminding him of the mistakes he had made. How he had broken your trust under the guise of revenge. Reminded him that he had screamed at his father for abandoning his love, for not fighting for it, when he had done the same based on a headline. He didn’t know if words would ever be able to convey his regret, to convey his gratitude for another chance with you.

He whined your name, as he fell next to you, landing on his back and covering his face in shame, mumbled apologies breaking your heart.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, refusing you to let you pull his hands away from his face. You didn’t want his regret, his sorrow, you had only wanted assurance, just a few words to push your insecurities back into the dark. Straddling his waist, you ran your hands up his shirt, till they were over his, and bent down to kiss them, pecking the skin again and again till you coaxed away the palms covering his features.

“No more crying, Kookie,” you cooed, the nickname foreign on your tongue but something you’d been resisting from calling him ever since he ate the horrendous cookies you had baked from him. You should’ve used it earlier because the way Jungkook’s face lit up made you warm. His eyes peered at you from behind his dewy lashes, and his mouth pulled in a shy pout that made you want to put him in your pocket.

“Kookie?” he sniffled.

“Can’t I have a cute name for my boyfriend?” You forgot your earlier fears, your mind fixated on how you had never felt affection like this for someone, wanting to challenge them and protect them, all at the same moment.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, awe lacing his words with wonder.

“Want to be my boyfriend, Kookie?” you giggled, pulling his hands fully away from his face, lacing your fingers with his as they landed next to his head.

“Yes please,” he said softly, his jaw tipping upwards, lips meeting yours halfway in a languid kiss that seemed to go on forever. His hands squeezed yours as you extended them above his head to lay your chest against his, deepening the kiss till it stole your breath and kept it hostage next to Jungkook’s.

When your lips parted, your forehead remained glued with his, as did your eyes, crossing as they memorized each speck in his irises, the rich dark chocolate melting into the ebony of his pupils. He nuzzled his nose against yours, stealing a few kisses.

He didn’t know if it was the lights in the room or the glow in the chest that made you look so ethereal, your hands warm in his as your hair cocooned the two of you in a moment he thought would never come. He never liked crying, especially in front of others, but it was like all his emotions were on the surface bubbling up till they had no choice but to escape as moisture from his lids. 

When you kissed him again it felt like the first time, when he lost the concept of time and space, his world shifting to a slate bursting in bright colours. The pink of the blush of his cheeks, the blue of the bed sheets below him, the orange of the specks behind his eyes, the red of the blood rushing through his veins at breakneck speed, the purple of his love bursting through his soul. An amalgam of shades that launched the little moans from his lips to yours and captured the sounds you reciprocated. He couldn’t hold it back anymore when your hands left his to cradle his face, to pull at his hair, to unbutton his shirt. 

“I love you,” he moaned when your kisses left his mouth on their journey to his jaw to his neck. “I love you so much, Y/N. Is that okay?”

You were taken aback by his timid confession, by the way his lip quivered with emotion, the way his glassy eyes looked at you with expectation. Whenever any man had uttered the same phrase to you in the past, it had been laced with confidence, with an expectation of gratitude, but Jungkook was pure — an innocent exclamation of love, spoken just because he couldn’t hold it anymore. It was brave — he was brave — and it made you the same, putting words to an emotion you were too afraid to even think about. 

“I love you too,” you whispered and Jungkook grinned wide before promptly breaking into a sob, holding you close and burying his nose in your chest as he sat up. You held his head, stroking this hair till his grip around your waist loosened a little and he looked at you. 

“Thank you,” he muttered against your skin, his tone painted with reverence, looking small despite being much larger than you, his arms clinging to you tighter. “I never thought I’d ever find you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Thought I wouldn’t ever find anyone who’d love me back,” he giggled a little deliriously and you couldn’t help but kiss him, spilling your affection into him, and Jungkook thought he was the luckiest man to ever exist when you told him you loved him again and again.

With each kiss, you loosened one of his buttons till his shirt was hanging only on his arms and your lips were painting mosaics of roses on his collarbones, his chest. He could feel his breaths getting heavier, but his desire for you was stronger than his need to breathe, and so he was unzipping your dress and pulling it off your body, silently congratulating himself for figuring out that it zipped from the side. 

When he saw you sitting on him in just your panties, he felt like he was going short-circuit, like the two of you were in an abyss that housed only your bodies floating through infinity. He captured your lips again, harder than ever before, his hands grasping any and everywhere, till you were rolling your hips against him in time with how he rolled his tongue against yours. With every swivel of your hips he grew needier, needier for you to consume him, to carve him under your skin, till he was spinning you to the bed and hovering above you.

It felt like ecstasy in your veins to have Jungkook above you, but you were greedy for more. Your hands traced down his back, feeling each muscle as he shivered against you, nipping at your neck. When you reached his belt, you made quick work of undoing it, unbuttoning his pants, and cupping him over his underwear. He moaned against you before latching on to your nipple, his tongue flicking the bud as he suckled, eliciting loud moans of your own. 

Before long, you had him naked, your hands working the precum down his length so slowly Jungkook thought he would lose his mind. He told you as much as he moved lower down your body, removing your panties as well as your hand from his cock so he could lift your legs to his shoulders and devour you.

He had only tasted you once before, but he had been dreaming about it since — the musky scent clouding his senses and the sweet sour taste exploding on his taste buds. He thought he would cum just from the first lick but he held on, egged on by your mewls as your fingers gripped his hair and your hips rode his face. When he sucked on your clit, you yelled a chorus of his name and he got brave enough to slide a finger in, his eyes rolling back at the warmth.

You couldn’t help the way your legs shook next to his head, your brain unable to comprehend how amazing he felt, and when his one finger became two you were almost at the end of your control, your walls spasming as he increased his pace at your request. Unlike the first time, Jungkook was focused on your clit, and it was the quick flicking of his tongue that made you come undone with loud expletives and bursts of orange behind your eyes. When you pulled at his hair, he quickly got the cue, his lips moving to your thigh where he gently made the skin bloom with the edge of his teeth before travelling up your body till he was kissing you.

“Can I...?” he asked, his voice airy and eyes pleading, grinding against your thigh in a way that seemed entirely unintentional, and you couldn’t help the giddiness that exploded through you, making your heart blossom florals.

“Are you sure you want to?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Jungkook answered, determined, kissing your breath away before a softer “Please?” escaped his lips. You had no choice but to oblige because you too, like him, hadn’t been more sure of anything else in your life.

Guiding him to slowly fill you up, you held his hand as you enveloped him. He couldn’t help the cry of your name that bubbled from deep within his chest when he was fully within you. Nothing had ever felt so extraordinary, so indescribably perfect, as he buried his face in your neck, the soothing scent of your perfume, jasmine and lilies, calming him and making him feral all at once. He knew he was shaking, his senses lighting up with every slow caress you granted him, and when you finally gave him permission to move he let his instincts take over.

He always thought he’d be bad at this, that he would lose it the moment he entered you, but his desire to never let this moment end was stronger. Tasting the salt on your skin he moved his hips faster so he wouldn’t have to leave you for too long. You kissed the side of his head and whispered adorations, and it was nothing short of heavenly, like the cosmos had worked together to ensure that the two of you melded perfectly. This moment, this bed, was the singularity pulling him into you, leaving him helpless and happy to become a part of you, now and forever. He never wanted this to end.

“Cum for me, Kookie,” you whispered, your voice chocolate smooth and all too enticing as he lost himself, spilling inside you with a groan that reverberated through the room. He didn’t dare leave your comfort, collapsing on top of you, relishing the way your legs crossed behind his back and your free hand slowly soothed him by tracing warm patterns on his back.

“I love you,” he murmured yet again, wishing he was a poet that could arrange words in a way that was less generic, but when you said the same words back to him, he realized there was nothing else he’d rather hear.

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“Kookie! I cannot believe you want us to marathon this whole thing. It’s six seasons!” you exclaimed, turning your nose up at the teen show from the nineties currently playing its seventh episode on his obscenely large television. He grinned at you in that endearingly cute way that scrunched his nose as he walked in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, plopping onto the couch next to you, his arm easily pulling you in to cuddle into him.

“Dawson’s Creek is the best show ever written,” he said cooly, popping a kernel in his mouth and cooing at your glare, before relenting, albeit with faux disappointment. “But I guess since it's our one month anniversary, I’ll let you pick.”

“I told you we’re not doing monthly anniversaries!” Your protest turned into giggles when he pouted at you, making you push his face away. He whined, grabbing your hand and kissing it, making you stupidly flustered. Even though Jungkook and you had been together for a bit, his romantic side always made you shy. 

Instead of teasing you like he usually would, he smiled, letting go of your hand to kiss your lips instead, once, twice, three times. He loved the way you whined cutely before grabbing the remote and moving to sit between his legs so he could perch his head on your shoulder the way he liked to.

Jungkook relaxed back on the couch, his arms tightening around you as you scrolled through Netflix, and somehow he had never felt more relaxed. He nuzzled into you with a grin, feeling warm and content, breathing in your scent. It was then that he felt his pinky twitch where his hand rested on your waist, and he couldn’t help his eyes as they zeroed on to your hand around the remote, watching as yours did the same. 

Jungkook had always believed in the old myths, and as he saw the subtle movement of your finger, he knew that his belief wasn’t in vain.

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