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1kook · 4 years

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disney+ & bust

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. warnings; arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of degradation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment, unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, return of mean jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf miscellaneous; ANGST, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count; 13k !!

notes; me: *writes couple who’s whole arc is being silly* y’all: MAKE THEM SUFFER GIVE US ANGST!! u ask I deliver so now we all suffer 😐 ngl it was hard writing this fic n u might notice there’s some parts that seem weird n that’s bc this was TWO fics w diff wording but I ended up mixing them bc I’m insane. still had a lot of fun! felt like I challenged myself!! not proofread bc when I say we suffer we SUFFER

please let me know what you think!!! a simple ask goes a long way <3

previous part: kissanime & foreplay

Approximately one week after The Bullet Bestie’s rise to prominence, Jungkook grows annoyed with it as his weirdly competitive nature rears its ugly head the more and more orgasms that little vibrator coaxes out of you. It turns on a weird switch in him, something slightly stuck up and snooty that he’ll never admit to out loud but is there nonetheless. By the following Friday, The Bullet Bestie is nestled deep in your garbage can and Jungkook’s back to pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers alone.

He had those moments in him, the ones where he liked to think he was better than any and everyone else, and occasionally they manifested against inanimate objects like a bullet vibrator.

Despite his polite and generally soft exterior, you catch glimpses of that cocky spirit more than anyone else. Over the past year, you’ve come to realize that Jungkook’s personality was like a coin that had been left out in the sun too long. He had this sweet and reserved nature you saw most times, a kindhearted boyfriend who adored you almost as much as you adored him. He was your angel whom you knew had a heart of gold, even if you were slowly bringing out his more childish tendencies. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what his mom’s favorite color was and how he liked to stack the plates in his cabinet according to size and make. It was a side that was rusted from years of being out in the sun, basking in its adoring warmth, and you loved every inch about it.

And still, there was this other side to him you rarely saw. This cocky asshole who hid beneath the soft smiles and careful hands, making his appearance only through sly smirks and a tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. He was a braggart, a man who knew his greatness yielded for no one and wanted that fact shoved down everyone’s faces. This Jungkook, this other side that never saw the light of day, was like the Hyde to his Jekyll. An unexpected, almost mean side to him that only dared make his appearance when his exhilaration was at an all-time high. Like when he was fucking you into another dimension, or kicking your ass in Mario Kart, or like now, when he was receiving an award at an annual tech ceremony.

On the eve of your one year anniversary, Jungkook’s company invites him to an awards ceremony for other web and app developers like him. It’s a grand event, filled with all the biggest nerds in the developing industry here to present the baby nerds with awards. Jungkook lies somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, both a seasoned player and a rookie all at once. He spends the night tolling you around in a floor-length gown and fangirling over all the “legends” in the room.

You know next to none of these people and none of their accomplishments but still pretend you respect them to hell and back. By the end of the main dinner, you’re sympathizing with Barbie’s ever-smiling features because your cheeks feel sore.

Towards the end of the night, Jungkook wins that random award— okay, who were you fooling? He wins the Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award, recognizing him for all the hard work you’ve seen him put in this past year. It’s probably the highest recognition he can receive at this point in his career. It was an esteemed award that was bestowed upon only the most innovative developer of the year among tech companies, something Jungkook had briefly mentioned he always wanted. It’s basically the equivalent of placing first place in his field, but given Jungkook’s competitive industry and his young age, you think it’s like telling all these old Facebook lords to suck his big fat cock. (But that was your job when you got home.)

He gives a short little thank you speech, promising to work hard and own up to this title. The people around you are swooning, obviously endeared with his soft puppy dog features and melodic voice. They don’t know him like you do, don’t know that uppity twist to his grin like you do. It doesn’t slip off his face even when he steps down off the stage, arms wide open as he comes barreling towards you. Even with you in his arms, the congratulations that are thrown from every direction ring loudly in his ears and swell that ego of his.

The night goes like that for the most part, Jungkook’s acquaintances approaching him every few minutes to rain down their praises. He goes a little crazy at the open bar after a while, shoving the gold trophy into your arms as his beloved work seniors whisk him off for drinks. You don’t mind because you resigned yourself to a night of playing Jungkook’s perfectly perfect partner anyway, watching him politely mingling with his coworkers. Despite his earlier success, you know he won’t brag about it verbally. No, he’ll wait until the two of you get home—your place or his—and remind you how amazing he is with a quick snap of his hips.

As you said, he’ll never boast aloud.

However, that doesn’t mean you won’t.

“That’s my boyfriend,” you explain to the seventh person that greets you that night, excitedly pointing to where said boyfriend was slowly losing all sense of self by the bar. You don’t know anyone here beside Jungkook, and you’re pretty sure no one in their hammered minds is going to remember who you are anyway, so a little gloating never hurt anyone. “He won the ‘I’m Better Than Everyone Else’ award tonight,” you emphasize to the tipsy woman beside you who only laughs at your exaggeration. You assume she’s like you, accompanying one of the many developers here, because as soon as you finish boasting about Jungkook she moves to brag about someone too.

Truth be told, you spend the whole night re-analyzing the Zootopia movie you saw on Disney+ the other night in your head. So if the little fox fellow didn’t control himself would the city have fallen to ruins? Why was the useless sheep girl so evil and bitter? Why was there an unreal amount of romantic tension between the fox and the rabbit? Whatever, you’ll have to rewatch it some other night, and with your new Disney+ account, you could watch it anywhere you wanted to.

Now, you had never bothered to purchase a Disney+ subscription or even tried to swindle Jungkook for his password before. As far as you know, Disney+ was filled with old tv shows from your childhood, sitcoms that made you laugh when you were ten. There’s nothing wrong with that, but personally, you were a firm believer that that which was perfect should not be touched once finished; in other words, you were utterly terrified you’d rewatch an old episode of The Wizards of Waverly Place, only to find out the same joke you’ve been regurgitating for the past ten years doesn’t actually go that way.

However, the harsh reality was that Disney+ was good for a few things. Ugh, you hate when giant corporations provide decent services. Aside from Zootopia, you’ve watched about every animated media on there as well, all of which you replay in your mind as Jungkook has the time of his life with these nerds, knocking back champagne glass after champagne glass.

Anyway, the night ends a little past midnight, and Jungkook who is buzzed on alcohol and high on exhilaration ends up calling an Uber for the two of you. Your apartment— the new one he had not only helped you hunt for but also helped you move into, greatly cutting the cost of movers out with those glistening biceps and thick thighs —is still going through her rebellious phase where the potted plants are trying to take over, courtesy of Kim Namjoon. So for now, there’s a potted plant in an awkward corner that both of you stub your toe against on your way to your bedroom.

You’re thinking Jungkook is going to go to town tonight, given the fact he’s on Cloud 9 and has had his ego stroked by a bunch of dudes for the past couple hours. Maybe you guys can try out the hot role-playing scenario you saw on GirlsWay a few weeks ago, or the handcuffs you impulsively bought from Amazon one Monday night. Or maybe, and this one really makes you flutter, he’ll let you fully take the reins for once.

All those lewd fantasies end up being for naught because just as you shimmy out of your gown (with the help of his hands, of course) and turn to climb him like a tree, he’s on the other side of the room getting your makeup remover out for you. And also talking. A lot. And way more than usual.

“Did you see him, babe?” he sighs, dare you to say, dreamily, handing you the cotton pads as he begins pulling a million pins out of your hair. Slowly and with a lot of confusion, you pull your fake lashes off and begin cleaning your face. “He was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, having absolutely no idea who ‘he’ is or why Jungkook is so in love with him and not you at this very moment. “But so were you,” you add. Perfect. Stroke his ego and then stroke his cock.

Jungkook sputters at your praise. He’s carefully placing your hairpins on your thigh, cheeks flaming red every time he leans over you. “Was I?” he murmurs, voice sweet in that cute little way it always gets when he’s downed one too many shots of whiskey, enough to be buzzed but not enough to be wasted.

You turn and the pins clatter to the floor and across the bedsheets. “Yes,” you confirm, ignoring his sad huff at the mess you’ve made. Instead, you grab him by the collar of that pink button-up he taunted you with all night. “You were fucking incredible and I think incredible men deserve to have their dick sucked.”

Jungkook laughs at your vulgar statement, holding you gently by the hips as you climb into his lap. “Is that so?” The soft, shy persona is gone now, replaced by the gentle stirring beneath his dress pants. You nod hurriedly, plopping down on his lap and running your hands through his styled hair.

“Yes,” you confirm, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Luckily for you, I know this nymphomaniac who would gladly gobble up your cock at your every command.”

He snorts just as you push him into his back, nose adorably scrunched up. “First of all, you know I hate that word,” he chuckles, finally gracing you with a sweet peck that only makes you want him to fuck you into the fifth dimension. “Secondly, please don’t ever say you’ll gobble my cock up ever again.”

Something inside of you squeals with excitement as he rolls the two of you over, firm body pressing down on yours. “Oh, baby,” you groan, lazily throwing a leg over his hip. Jungkook grins and then decides to entertain you for a few minutes with a sloppy kiss.

You say a few minutes because just as things are heating up, he pulls away. He smiles apologetically. “As much as I’d love to be here with you, I actually have an early morning tomorrow.”

You frown at the sudden change in events. “Huh? They’re gonna make you work the morning after a Gatsby party?” you gasp, sitting up as he gets off of you. With every step he takes away from the bed your heart breaks a little more. “They can’t do that— that’s illegal!”

From the doorway he levels you with a comically raised brow. “No, it’s not.”

You scamper after him down the hall, watch the muscles in his back flex as he pulls his suit jacket on. “You can’t work on our anniversary— that’s illegal!” you offer instead.

He stops at your front door, feet squeezed back into his shoes. “Baby, it’s not,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to peck your forehead. “It was either I work in the morning or work at night,” he explains, giving your messy hair a soothing caress. He’s looking at you with those eyes, the ones that make your heart lodge itself into your throat and make life a tightrope experience. There’s a devastatingly lovesick part of you that wants this moment, this kind face, to be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life. You want this to be the first and last thought you have and nothing else: just Jungkook’s adoring gaze on you for the rest of time.

The moment ends too soon when he flutters one last peck against your lips. “I’ll be done in the afternoon, okay?”

You pout. “Okay, your place?” you huff, making sure to get one last octopus squeeze around his waist. He nods. “Promise you won’t be late?”

The corners of his gaze soften. “You know I won’t,” he smiles, leaning down to bump your noses together playfully. “Can’t stay away from my pretty girl too long. Besides, I have a gift for you tomorrow.”

It’s with that sentiment and a hammering heart that you let him go. With Jungkook gone, there’s really nothing for you to do now. You took the next two days off in preparation for your anniversary sex, so you don’t have to head to sleep early like usual.

With nothing else planned, you decide on rewatching that Zootopia movie that had plagued you all night, ready to dissect every plot hole to hell and back. You don’t think Jungkook’s seen this movie yet so you add it to your long list of animated movies you’re forcing him to watch.

Part of you is actually really surprised Jungkook left. Well, kinda sorta, very, but not really. Jungkook was a good boy, that much was obvious. He took his job seriously, and if his job wanted him to come in at the asscrack of dawn, then he’d come in before the sun even rose. He was a goody-two-shoes, but even so, you were occasionally able to bring out that darker side in him.

Jungkook working, like actually working in an office setting, was pretty rare though. The dude had a chill job that let him stay home most of the time, and essentially clock in whenever he wanted. Every now and then you were able to convince him to stay, tucking him beneath your body or the covers, depending on the night, and refusing to let him go the morning after.

Once he had eaten you out until the wee hours of the day, ravenous between your thighs, and then went to work the next morning like he hadn’t broken you. Another time you had persuaded him into watching every season of the 2017 DuckTales reboot through the night. When the alarm had rung in the middle of the season finale, he had simply gotten into your shower and gone off to work.

So maybe you were a little confident in your skills, and Jungkook slipping between your fingers tonight was a huge bummer. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, you tell yourself, flinging your bra off somewhere in the corner as you snuggle back into your sheets. You’re ready to tear this Zootopia movie apart, scene by scene.

Even though your apartment is a little cold, you’re comforted by the fact Jungkook will be here to keep you warm all day tomorrow.

All men do is lie.

Despite his promise to come home early the next day, Jungkook ends up lying. The meeting he had been in all morning— the same one that had stopped you from getting bent like a pretzel the night before —drags on well past noon. Then, Kim Namjoon, AKA Jungkook’s favorite senpai in the entire world, catches wind of Jungkook’s success last night and absolutely has to take him out to lunch to celebrate.

You scoff, glaring down at your phone and the impulsive messages you’d sent out an hour ago when Jungkook had first texted you telling you he would be late.

You whirl around to stomp off in the direction of his living room, where all of yours and Jungkook’s favorite foods were growing colder by the minute. You had spent the longest time carefully laying them out, making sure the fried chicken was closer than the pizza but not closer than the breadsticks. Truthfully it’s a nightmare. There are about eight stomach aches worth of food sitting on his coffee table, the greasy stench makes you gag and will certainly stick to your hair for weeks, but none of that mattered because it was all for your beau.

Your very late beau who was making you grow more and more agitated with each minute that passed. Ugh! How inconsiderate of him to test your patience on a day like this. You didn’t want to be upset with him, but this was your first, real milestone as a couple with him. You had wanted to spend the whole day cuddled up, maybe finally tell him how much he really meant to you— definitely not waking up alone with eyeliner crusted eyes and an aching heart.

Deciding you’re being a little too dramatic, you head into the bedroom to calm down. This was fine, you tell yourself, carefully laying out the damn near harlotrous lingerie you had yet to put on. Jungkook would come over soon and everything would be A-okay.

Except for the part it’s actually F-not okay because soon it’s nearing sunset and the food has gone cold so you’ve stocked it into the fridge, and the pretty sheer bra has a wonky wire that’s two seconds away from piercing through your heart, but that doesn’t even matter because Jungkook being late for your all-day anniversary celebration has already ripped it to shreds anyway.

You plop down on the couch in defeat, impulsively opening up the Disney+ app to cry through another episode of Phineas and Ferb. You’ve abandoned the satin robe that came with the lingerie in favor of donning a big t-shirt that smells like him and makes your heart hurt even more. The setting sun paints the living room in muted oranges, the chirping of birds outside the soundtrack to your lonely day.

You end up watching some other cartoon on Disney+, avoiding the Marvel section because you had promised Jungkook he could be there when you lost your Marvel virginity. Well, at least one of you was good at keeping promises, you think bitterly. For a second, you think about randomly watching one of the infamous MCU films out of order just to spite him. But then you think of that soft puppy gaze and how disappointed he’d be in you.

Whatever! It wouldn’t ever match up to the way you felt now.

Anyway, you circle back. When you’re five episodes into Phineas and Ferb you hear the doorknob rattle.

You sit up just as the door swings open, visible from your spot on the couch. He meets your gaze almost immediately, big doe eyes caught in the act. What act? You’re not really sure. In fact, you don’t even know what you’re looking at when he walks in because he’s drowning in shopping bags. His lips twist into a grin. “Honey, I’m home,” he says playfully.

You don’t laugh.

Jungkook frowns, dumping all his bags down at the entrance before waddling over towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, coming to stand before you and cupping your face in his hands. He’s towering over you, so tall and gorgeous but for the first time, you’re not dazed by his beauty.

“Kook, you said you’d be back hours ago,” you say slowly, avoiding his gaze. You try to keep the frustration out of your voice, but you’ve had hours to dwell on it now, and those annoying cartoon characters, though charming at first, had only served to multiply your annoyance.

Jungkook blinks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean… yeah. But I got you presents?” he beams, glancing back at the mountainous pile he made by the door. You look over too. There are some luxury bags squeezed in between other shops you like, the occasional jewelers' logo on the side.

You stand with a sigh, sauntering off into the kitchen with him on your tail. “I don’t want presents,” you mumble, reaching to pour yourself a glass of water. You’re briefly aware of how childish you must seem. Jungkook hovers behind you.

“What? Yes, you do,” he says. “You had an entire wishlist on my Amazon of things you wanted.” It’s his turn to level you with an unreadable expression, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.

Your frown only deepens as you turn to match his stance against the counter. While it may be true that you did indeed have an entire list of impulsive items on his Amazon, that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted them all. Sometimes you just wanted to stare longingly at a pair of satin gloves without actually buying them. You don’t know how to explain this much to him. “They’re not…” you stop with another deep breath. “Forget it. Thank you for the presents.”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to question you. “What,” he says in an unimpressed tone, padding over to you before you can escape back into the living room to watch the entire princess movie collection on Disney+. “No, tell me what’s wrong.”

For some reason, that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. “Jungkook,” you say flatly, narrowing your eyes at him. “You come home six hours after you said you would without telling me why, and normally I wouldn’t care, but today was supposed to be a special day for us.”

Jungkook reels at your bluntness. “Babe, I was out getting stuff for you. I know it’s our anniversary— that’s why I wanted to treat you,” he responds, oddly condescendingly like you’re a child who doesn’t understand what exactly he was doing.

You brush his hands away from your shoulders. “Yeah,” you huff. “Now I know that. But I spent all day waiting for you,” you stress, chest puffing as you grow more and more agitated by his inability to understand you. God, can he let you go now? At least a bunch of animated, geometrically drawn cartoons won’t question you like this and make you feel as childish as he was.

When he doesn’t say anything else you stomp back into the living room, snatching up your phone from its forgotten spot against the couch. “I’m going to bed.”

At that Jungkook seems to kickstart back to life. “What? ___, it’s barely six,” he says as he follows after you into your bedroom. You ignore him, shuffling beneath the covers. In all actuality, you’re going to bed to mope and watch more animated family shows, maybe cry under the guise of the plot just being so sad. Jungkook sits beside you just as you click back on to finish off your episode. “Baby, I don’t get it,” he sighs. “You’re always talking about how much you want this or that, and I go out and get you it all but now you’re mad?”

You bite down on your lip, eyes lasered in on the pictures moving before you. “Jungkook, just forget it.”

“No,” he says, more sternly than he’s ever been with you before. “If there’s a problem, tell me.” There’s a heavy pause, and then he says, “don’t make me waste my time guessing what’s wrong, okay?”

“Waste your time?” you scoff, sitting up with pinched brows that you find match his. “I’m not trying to waste anyone’s time— in fact, that’s hot coming from you, Jungkook.”

He rolls his eyes. “What are you even saying? You’re mad because I took a little long getting presents, for you, might I add,” he huffs, plopping down on the edge of the mattress beside your knee. “You’re always saying you want this and that, but you can’t handle me going out to get those things? Do you hear how weird you sound?”

You whip the covers off of you. “Me talking about things doesn’t always mean I want them,” you defend.

Jungkook snorts. “Yes, it does,” he says. “Anytime you ramble about stuff for minutes like a little kid it’s because you want me to buy it for you.”

You blink. “Like a little kid?” you repeat, stunned by his comparison. Granted, you always knew you were the more childish of the two, but you never thought that would equate Jungkook thinking of you as a child. Something red and nasty flares in your chest. “Well sorry,” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, “sorry we all can’t be perfectly mature golden boys who would never see the light of day if I constantly wasn’t dragging them out.” You know it’s a somewhat low blow, especially because Jungkook’s told you before how his introverted tendencies were a sensitive issue growing up, but you can’t help it.

Jungkook groans, dropping his head into his hands. “Baby, don’t do this now,” he warns, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Stop acting like this.”

“Like how?” you spit, “like a kid?” Jungkook says nothing, leveling you with a blank stare from the corner of his eye. You roll your eyes, phone falling off your lap. Another episode of Phineas and Ferb had started, the corny opening tune filling the space between the two of you. “At least now I know what you think of me,” you mutter over the guitar riff.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook blurts, sitting up wildly. “Of course I’m gonna think of you as a stupid little kid, look at you,” he seethes, gesturing at the phone beside you. You flinch. “All you do is watch kids shows and whine whenever I wanna watch anything normal adults watch. You complain every single day about the most normal things, like your job? Why should I fucking care that you’re working a dead-end office job in a field you didn’t even study for— that’s not my problem, __!” he snaps, eyes narrowed into little slits. “I just won an award last night,” he says suddenly, voice back to its regular volume. “I’m at the height of my career and I’m only going up, but I can’t even enjoy that because I have to come home and cater to you,” he finishes, a loud scoff punctuating the final word.

You had never imagined Jungkook finally bragging about himself would be at your expense.

A beat of silence passes, the angry glint in his eyes quickly fading away the longer you don’t say anything. You sniff once, turning your head idly to the side where Phineas and Ferb is still blaring loudly from your phone speaker. Picking up the device, you throw it across the room where it hits his closet door with a terrifying bang the breaks the silence.

The sound snaps Jungkook out of whatever shock he’d been in. “Baby…” he says slowly, carefully, like you’re a caged animal that’s just escaped the zoo.

“I’m going home,” you say, also a little too calmly. You saunter over towards his closet where your shattered phone screen glares up at you as you yank a pair of sweats off a hanger. Jungkook is still frozen on the edge of the bed, watching you with wide eyes as you move about the room.

It’s when you’re in the hallway leading downstairs that Jungkook finally snaps out of his daze, scampering behind you as you descend the stairs. “Baby,” he rushes out, loudly bounding down after you, “___, wait,” he gasps, catching you by the kitchen counter collecting your keys. “I-I didn't mean that,” he rushes out, eyes wide and frantic as they flicker over your expression. “I don’t think that—I don’t, baby, please, just… let me explain, please.”

“Jungkook, let go of me,” you respond, shaking your wrist in an attempt to release yourself. He’s not even holding you tightly— he never would—but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears makes your movements jerky and erratic. “I wanna go home.”

“No,” he chokes, cornering you against the counter. “No, baby, please just listen to me, I-I—“

“You what, Jungkook?” you snap, placing a hand on his chest and forcefully pushing him away. He lets you, stepping back with a wobbly bottom lip. “You need to tell me how you’re too good for me? How much I hold you down because I wasn’t lucky enough to get a job like yours straight out of college?” He says nothing, swallowing roughly as you jab a finger into his chest. “Well let me tell you something,” you snarl, chest heaving, “I may be childish and a huge complainer, but I’m not stupid enough to let someone walk all over me like this.”

With that, you make your great escape. Truthfully, you don’t want him to see the tears in your eyes as you yank his door open, stomping down his steps and in the direction of the nearest bus stop. The door opens right after you tug it shut, painting your shadow across the sidewalk. There’s the scrambled sound of house slippers against the concrete that follows you down. “Go the fuck back inside,” you snap without missing a beat.

Sensing your obvious anger, he pauses before he can reach you. “Text me when you get home?” he calls out quietly.

“No,” you respond.

You would never admit to anyone that you spend the entire night eating a tub of mint chocolate ice cream. It’s disgusting and makes you gag, but it’s the only one you have in your apartment. And of course, it was brought over by none other than Jeon Jungkook himself a few days ago. Even when you’re trying to comfort yourself over how mean he was, on your anniversary night no less, you’re plagued by thoughts of him everywhere.

As much as you want to brush his words off, put on that cool girl exterior you’ve maintained since high school, there’s something different about this situation. You guess it’s impossible to brush off such hateful words when they come from someone you love and adore so much.

Were you too childish? You had always believed that side of you was what made your relationship with Jungkook so perfect. The two of you meshed well because of your differences, like yin and yang. So how had he been able to so easily deconstruct every inch of that balance in a matter of a few seconds? Was this perfect reality all in your head this whole time?

You want to tell yourself it was just a heat of the moment outburst from Jungkook, give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s never snapped at you like this before. Of course you’ve fought a couple of times in the past year, but neither of you had ever stooped as low as you did yesterday. Furthermore, the insecure part of your brain says he obviously felt this somewhere in his heart to bring it up at all. What he had said to you wasn’t something someone could make up on the spot.

You don’t text him when you get home, partly to spite him, but mainly because you had left your phone at his place anyway. You know he tried calling you last night because the call log is synced up to your laptop. He called on and off for about thirty minutes before he probably found your phone in his room. Whatever, he can mope in his regret for all you care

—is what you wanna say, but the longer he goes without showing himself to you the more your insecurities and hurt fester. Was this it? Was this the end of what was probably the best year of your life? It’s too painful to think about, to even consider the possibility that Jungkook might have gained a new insight last night and decided, hey, maybe this is for the best after all.

You drown yourself in an ungodly amount of sugar for breakfast, your laptop blaring yet another episode of Phineas and Ferb on the dining table. Muscle memory has you making Jungkook’s favorite pancakes before you can stop yourself, and by the time you do realize, you’ve resigned yourself to the blueberry smell anyway.

There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb.

It’s not.

It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. You open the door with a fright, jumping back when he slumps forward and almost crashes face-first into the floor. “You didn’t call,” Jungkook cries, leaning a little too much of his weight onto you when you reach out to steady him.

The thundering of your heart slows upon registering it’s him. “Kook?” you frown, nose pinched at the ungodly stench of alcohol wafting off his clothes. “Have you been drinking?” you ask even though the answer is staring you right in the face (and in the nose).

He groans, staggering deeper into your arms. You blindly push the door shut behind him, resigning yourself to this new situation while your pancakes grow cold in the other room. “Baaaby,” he slurs, letting you guide him into the living space. He’s unceremoniously dumped onto the couch, half-opened eyes gazing up at you. “Let me,” a hiccup, “explain.”

You won’t lie. There’s a very obvious sense of discomfort sitting in your chest, torn between two paths that you don’t wish to choose between. His skin is warm and flushed like he’s just walked all the way here in this morning sun. You step over to the window that faces down onto the street below. There’s no sign of his car; you would have killed him if he ever tried to drive in this state.

“Did you walk here?” you ask instead, deciding there’s no need for one singular path, not when you can walk straight down the middle, both cleaning him and grilling him at the same time.

Jungkook’s response is delayed, head lolling from side to side as you help him out of his sweater. His skin is sweaty beneath, scorching to the touch. “Uh-huh,” he groans. Jesus, you sort of assumed but him confirming it really set things into perspective.

By no means did you and Jungkook live on opposite ends of the earth. On a good day, a drive from your place to his took about ten minutes. But walking? Easily an hour. Had he walked all the way from his place, drunk on top of that?

You brush his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. His lips are pouty yet chapped, dehydrated from the sun and the alcohol he reeks of. “Sit up for me,” you instruct, scampering off to your room for chapstick and water.

“Anything for you,” Jungkook wheezes, throat probably dryer than a desert. When you return, he’s two seconds from face planting into the coffee table and breaking that pretty face of his. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him balanced. “Tell me what to do,” he chokes out, voice hoarse.

“Just need you to drink some water,” you say, pressing a cup against his lips. He drinks it, but a drop still dribbles down his chin.

“No,” he groans, catching your wrist in his hand when you reach up to apply some chapstick on him. “Tell me what to do,” he stresses, “to fix this. Fix us.”

His words make you pause, the tube of chapstick hovering over his plush lips. “You don’t have to do anything,” you respond quietly, trying to finish the application so you can pull away.

Jungkook doesn’t let you go. You try to look away, but there’s something about him that looks off. Maybe it’s the raw skin under his eyes, red and swollen. Or the sad droop to those same eyes that hold you captive. Or maybe it’s the subtle tremble in his hands, the fingers that hold tightly to your wrist, not to keep you there but to ground himself. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he rasps out, shakily bringing your hand to his mouth, where he presses one airy kiss to your knuckles. “Tell me ho-how to fix this and I’ll do it,” he pleads, a vulnerable look in his eyes.

Unable to withstand the sheer amount of agony on his expression, you look away. “___, please,” he chokes out, stumbling off the couch in his drunk and desperate haze until he’s kneeling in front of you. “I can’t… I can’t,” he sniffles, tears clouding those pretty eyes you’ve come to love so much. “I don’t know who I am without you.”

You clench your jaw. “You’re Jeon Jungkook,” you murmur, slipping your hand out of his hold to run through his hair. It’s knotted and a little too greasy, two things Jungkook would usually never allow. “This year’s Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award recipient,” you remind him, trailing your thumb across his cheekbone when he turns to look up at you with those big Bambi eyes. “Sweet and shy, but you love being rowdy with your friends. You love movies and TV and organizing your shirts according to fabric type. You work harder than anyone I know and never complain. You date me, even though I’m a huge child,” you smile sadly.

“No!” he jumps, turning that frantic stare back into you. “Y-You’re not— it’s not,” he stammers, words still slurring together. “I’m a liar,” he cries, resting his forehead on your knees. His shoulders shake. “I don’t deserve you,” he weeps quietly. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Y-Y-You make my life so much better, ___, so colorful and fun. I-I wish I knew you in high school,” he admits, “maybe I wouldn’t have been so emotionally constipated now.”

“You’re not,” you reassure him softly.

He disagrees. “You bring out the best,” he hiccups, “the best in me.” Your heart skips in your chest. “I-I love you, you know that?”

You sputter, eyes wide at his sudden confession. “I… love you so much, y’know? I think about you ev-every night, ___,” he rambles, eyes dreamily gazing off into some miscellaneous spot on the wall behind you. “I can’t get you out of my head. Like you're a song, o-on repeat but it’s not annoying because it’s my favorite song, and I could listen to it for the rest of my life, y’know? My favorite song, I know all the words b-because it’s all I think about! I love... My love… I love you so much.”

“Kook,” you rush out, cheeks flaming as you try to pull him away from where he’s slumped over your legs. His passionate speech has you abuzz, body tingling everywhere until you feel overwhelmed, head spinning like you’re on a rollercoaster. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He nods sleepily, seemingly coming down from whatever alcohol induced rampage has allowed him to walk for an hour straight in this searing heat just to confess to you. “Y-You don’t have to say it back,” he continues to stutter as you guide him through the living room on wobbly legs. “I just-I just— can I?” he babbles. “Can I love you, ___?”

You pass through the kitchen space, where whatever you were watching on Disney+ is blaring loudly. It distracts Jungkook for about two seconds before his attention returns to you. When you don’t answer, he presses on. “Is that okay?” he asks, whirling around to face you, catching your shoulders in his hands. He towers over you by the entrance to your bedroom, dark curls tickling your forehead. His eyes are dark and glazed over, both in tears and an emotion so raw and unfiltered it squeezes around your chest until you can’t breathe. “Is it okay for me to love you?” he murmurs softly, knocking his nose against yours.

Your cheeks blaze. “Yes, th-that’s fine, Kook,” you blubber, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart is also hammering away. “Just need you to go rest now, okay?”

He nods sleepily, nudging your nose with his one last time, like a soft almost-kiss, before letting you push him into the room. “Yes, yes,” he breathes, his body finally crashing from his adrenaline spike. He flops down onto the bed unceremoniously, dark waves fanning across your pillows. You try to wiggle him out of his shirt, but it only gets about halfway up his chest before he blindly reaches for the covers. His legs stick out awkwardly, clad in the sweatpants you’ve come to associate with him.

When he’s all swaddled up in your blanket he finally goes limp, tiny snores leaving his lips as he dozes away from reality. You sigh, pressing a palm to his forehead. He’s still warm and clammy, but at this point, there’s nothing you can do but wait for him to sober up.

With a final kiss to his forehead, you leave the room, closing the door behind you before sliding against the wooden surface. There’s a trapped bird in your chest, wildly flapping its wings in an effort to get out, and it’s all stupid Jungkook’s fault in the next room. Stupid Jungkook who demolished and remodeled your heart all in less than twenty-four hours. It doesn’t calm down, even when you rush off into the kitchen for a glass of water, or when you try to immerse yourself in some other show on Disney+. It stays beating against your ribs and your chest until you’re forcing yourself to sit down on the couch and process.

He wakes up a little before dinner. You hear him from the living room, where you’re flicking through the options on Disney+ for the nth time that day. You’ve seen the first fifteen minutes of about twenty different series and movies by now, always growing antsy and abandoning them early on. The only reason you know he’s awake is because the shower turns on for a few minutes, and then his bare feet are heard padding across the hallway back into your room.

By the time he resurfaces in the living room, you’ve resigned yourself to just more Phineas and Ferb, nonchalantly watching the silly cartoon. (Except you’re anything but nonchalant, and your heartbeat rings in your ears.)

Jungkook hovers by the door, clad in a pair of shorts he’s left here before, and a t-shirt you stole from him. “Hey,” he says quietly, lingering by the doorframe. You nod back in response. “Can I watch with you?” Again, another nod.

Slinking over to the couch, he’s rather careful as he sits down, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. You don’t even think he can see the screen of your laptop until he murmurs, “he’s my favorite character,” when Perry the Platypus appears on the screen.

You hum. “Thought you didn’t like these kids shows?” you ask. You don’t mean it to sound as petty and backhanded as it comes out, but that’s really no one's fault but his own.

Jungkook’s breathing tightens beside you. “No,” he admits, “I don’t. Only watch them because I know you like them.” You contemplate pausing the episode and engaging in a real conversation with him, but at this point, you’re very tired from the events of the last day. Jungkook doesn’t press either, just shuffles more comfortably beside you.

You get about five minutes in, quiet chuckles shared between the two of you, before he strikes. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says, so hushed you almost don’t hear it. His hand is resting in the space between you, pinky brushing against yours. “About… being late. And the presents.”

You inspire slowly. “That wasn't even the problem, silly,” you brush off. From your peripheral, you see Jungkook’s slow nod. “I didn’t want any presents,” you mention, “I just wanted you.” You look away from the screen immediately after, pretending like the spot on the ceiling is actually really interesting.

The two of you fall into silence, the animated characters on your screen rapidly chattering away. “Oh,” Jungkook says after a moment.

You roll your eyes. They’re moist but you don’t want him to see. “Yeah, oh,” you parrot back softly, relaxing into the couch again. “Did you eat the food I left out?”

Jungkook shuffles beside you, the soft lull of the speakers soon being cut as he reaches over to pause Phineas and Ferb. A couple of seconds pass and then he’s leaning into you, head resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, placing a palm over the hand he had been teasing for the past few minutes. “I thought I knew what I was doing but I was wrong.”

His voice is so soft and sincere, it makes your chest ache. You try to burrow your face against your opposite shoulder, try to hide the stray tear that escapes out of the corner of your eye. “It’s fine,” you brush off, voice choked off and hoarse.

Jungkook leans up, pecks your cheek so tenderly it makes you go mushy. “No, it’s not fine. I acted like a know-it-all and said something way out of line,” he murmurs, raising his head to look at you. His hand feels warm over yours. It’s the touch you craved all day and yesterday, the warm feel of his body against yours. You’re embarrassed at how easily you melt into it. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,” he tells you, holding your hand close to his chest. “I had no right to say those things to you.”

You sniffle, resting your head against his shoulder now. His heart beats loud enough for you to hear. “Was it true?” you mumble. “Do you really think of me like that?”

He shakes his head, his soft breaths fanning across your forehead. “No, never,” he answers. “I think you’re incredible. My brain was just trying to justify my dumb anger.”

You nod, even if you don’t believe it just yet. But that was a conversation for later, you suppose, sometime in the future when you aren’t on the verge of tears and threatening to crumble apart at the simplest word that leaves his mouth.

“I should have come home like you wanted, thought about my words before saying them,” he says, snuggling closer to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” you sniffle, covering your face with your free hand as he presses a kiss to the vein that runs over the back of the hand he’s holding captive. “Now it just sounds like I'm just being inconsiderate of your gifts and a crybaby.”

Jungkook kisses your temple softly, gently. “Don’t think about the gifts,” he says. “Just tell me what you wanted to do, doll.”

His voice calms you, has you like putty in his arms. “Watch movies,” you mumble, toying with a thread on your couch cushion. “Be with you.”

He hums. “Then we’ll do that,” he says, reaching for your laptop again. The screen nearly blinds you when it flickers back to life before you, Jungkook’s low breaths against your ear making it near impossible for you to process the titles on the screen. “You liked Disney+?”

Belatedly, you nod. “I like the animated movies,” you admit quietly, the anxieties of before slowly melting away, even more so when he slides his arm around you, pulling you close against his chest.

Unlike other times where he’ll critique the hell out of such childish films, Jungkook says nothing as he starts up the Zootopia movie instead, the same one you had wanted to show him before, right from the beginning. “That bunny looks like you,” you murmur when Judy Hopps first appears on the screen.

Jungkook snorts. “You say that about every cartoon bunny.”

You turn your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He meets your gaze with a small smile you return. “It’s because you’re so cute,” you say softly, lips twisting playfully when his cheeks grow scarlet.

He knocks his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “Not cute, just lucky,” he chuckles. “Lucky enough to have you.” Your heart turns over in your chest, threatening to burst out of your rib cage at his words. You try to turn in his arms. Before you can say the words that have been sitting on the tip of your tongue for months now, he’s beating you to it once again. “I love you,” he confesses in a hushed whisper, no alcoholic influence.

Something inside of you blossoms, eyes wide as he chastely kisses you. He pulls away without you ever reacting, too caught up in surprise to kiss him back properly. He stays close, curls tickling your forehead as he leans over you. “You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I love you,” he says again, long lashes blinking down at you. “So much. It makes me feel like a stupid teenager again, going to the mall to buy a gift for my crush.” He laughs sheepishly, reaching down to tangle your fingers together. “Is that okay?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

It mirrors the confession he’d given you that morning, those slurred words and teary eyes. It had been difficult to pinpoint the legitimacy of it before, the meaning scrambled by his hazy mind. But with him staring at you like this now, like you single-handedly plucked the stars from the sky to put them in those sparkly eyes of his, it makes something inside you ache.

Still, you choke on your own spit. “I-Is it okay for you to love me?” you sputter incredulously, realizing the oddity of the same question he’d thrown at you earlier. But now, you’re both sober and you can really tear apart that sentence. Jungkook nods a little too seriously for your liking. “Are you crazy?” He blinks in confusion, brows pulling together as you slowly but surely lose the last bits of your sanity. “You’re an idiot, Jeon Jungkook,” you huff, “a stupidly handsome, rich, walking dream, idiot who goes out with stupid girls like me.”

“Not stupid,” he murmurs, closing in on you again as he finally understands the truth behind your masked insults. He smells minty and like his favorite body wash of yours.

“No,” you deny. “You’re actually, like, insane. You have a bachelor pad, make enough money to sustain an entire litter of kittens, look and talk like every teenage girl’s dream boyfriend— but you mess it all up by dating evil, conniving hoes like me who lose their shit over Disney cartoons.” He says nothing, watching you with an amused grin as you talk over yourself, basically regurgitating his statement from yesterday except it kinda seems plausible now that you’re over it. “It’s stupid. No, you’re stupid. No— I’m stupid.”

Jungkook chuckles, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. “Done?” he says, a dimple appearing on his cheek. You could kiss it away, but you need him to know the amount of stupidity in this room was astronomically high. “You’re not stupid, baby,” he says. You level him with a look. “Well. You have your moments.”

“Moments?” you repeat, standing up in a hurry that has him flopping down beside you. Your laptop is lost somewhere on the cushions, the voices faded as they grow farther away. “I am so stupid. I called Namjoon a whore for taking you out for lunch!” you cry. “I am the stupidest person in the world.”

Jungkook cackles, standing up beside you. “Yes, yes, you’re my stupid girl,” he teases, tapping the pout on your lips playfully. “So stupid she slanders herself instead of just telling me she loves me too.” He bumps your noses together, dark eyes staring at you almost daringly after his claim.

You fold soon enough. “I love you,” you mumble, “even if I’m too stupid to say it.”

He rewards your confession with a kiss, pulling you into his arms soon after. He sighs, almost wistfully. “Whatever shall I do with my very stupid girl?”

After exactly three minutes of feeling safe and loved in his arms, he abandons the living room in favor of leading you back to your room, where he pushes you down against your mattress. You cling to him, leaving him positioned over you at an angle. His chest presses against yours, arm curled around the back of your head. “Gotta get up, baby,” he laughs.

You shake your head, caging him in your arms. “Nuh-uh,” you murmur, legs wiggling when he places a hand on your hip.

Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear. “Your movie is still playing in the other room,” he reminds you, thumb drawing soothing circles on your hip. You don’t release him, his mindless touch only encouraging you to keep him close. “Babe?”

You say nothing, relishing in the comfort of Jungkook’s presence. His hair smells good and feels even softer against the side of your face. The cotton shirt he found is crumpled beneath your fists, dark blue pattern wrinkling. Finally coming to terms with his new home, Jungkook eventually relaxes into your hold with a sigh.

“Alright,” he hums, patting your hip as he repositions himself more comfortably. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh?” You nod, soaking in every detail about him in this moment. Jungkook shifts, the hand on your hip suddenly falling over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my stupid girl?” he purrs, hand slipping between your thighs. “My stupid, little girl?”

A gasp catches in your throat when he runs his fingers over the front of your panties. Your legs kick out wildly at the sudden touch, toes curling at the hands you dreamt about all day and night. “Oh,” you pant, each brush of his fingers feeling better than the last.

“What?” he says, mouthing against the side of your neck. His tongue feels warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “Too dumb to speak?” he scoffs, biting down against a particular spot on your neck. You whimper, unsure if it’s because of his hands or his mouth.

“N-No,” you try to sneer back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands are getting braver now, the pad of his pointer finger dancing over your engorged clit. The sheer material of your panties certainly doesn’t help, each touch feeling like it’s being magnified three times over. And if it felt this good with underwear, you can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel without.

You don’t have to ponder for long, because soon after Jungkook is slipping his hand beneath your waistband, touching your sensitive pussy head-on. “Kook.”

He uses your momentary vulnerability to ease himself from your hold, finally recoiling enough to smother your mouth with his. You moan in surprise, thighs quivering as he gets to work circling your hardened bud sans your panties. Jungkook isn’t the least bit kind as he kisses you ruthlessly, likes he’s trying to compensate for something with his movements. When he finally pulls away it’s with an obnoxious pop and cherry red lips. He huffs, glancing down to see where he’s got his fingers pleasuring you.

Your thighs are squirming back and forth, closing around his hand every few seconds. Jungkook snorts. “Huh, look at that,” he mutters, trailing down until his fingers are gliding over your quickly sopping folds. “Stupid girl is good for something.”

Your cheeks burn. “Kook, I’m not—“

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed glare. “Not what? Not stupid? But I could’ve sworn you just spent the last few minutes saying you were,” he drones meanly, landing one light slap against your cunt that makes your hips buck.

You bite down a whimper. “I was just…” you trail off, eyes rolling back when he teases one finger against your opening.

“Kidding?” he supplies. “Well, I wasn’t.” Your heart stutters in your chest, eyes growing wide as he finally pushes himself off of you, propping himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze is dark and unrecognizable. “I think you’re so fucking stupid, doll,” he sneers. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You should have seen this moment coming, the manifestation of that shiny side of the coin finally reaching its full potential.

While Jungkook wasn’t exactly shy about his interests, he certainly wasn’t tripping over himself to tell you every new kinky thing he wanted to try. You sort of guessed he had some interest in this sort of play a few weeks ago when you watched the Barbie movie at his place. A lot of that night had branded itself into your three am wet dreams, but there was one particular moment that stood out to you. That was you, on your knees, with him condescendingly patting your head. Or just last week, you vaguely remember the term slipping through his lips as he pleasured you with The Bullet Bestie.

The thing about Jungkook was that, until last night, he would have never admitted, or so much as even thought, that he was better than you. That was fine because you would say it enough for the both of you anyway. Did you think Jungkook was amazing, an absolute diamond among these measly rocks? Absolutely. (Were you slightly biased because you were his girlfriend? Skip.) However, you also had this insane evil villain complex that made you want to brag about everything you possibly could, especially if that meant bragging about your boyfriend.

Realistically speaking, he was better than you, that much you could look past yesterday’s anger to admit, and not even in a stuck-up, conceited way; he had a really good job, an architecturally amazing house, and a hot girlfriend. Meanwhile, you had a mediocre job, an okay apartment, and an insanely sexy Calvin Klein boyfriend, half of which he had pointed out yesterday. Regardless of how powerful that third factor was, he still outnumbered you three to one.

Sue you, Jungkook was amazing. Anyone could see that! Except, maybe, himself.

And if the only time Jungkook would openly brag about his greatness or establish how much better than you he was, was in a post-fight, sex-induced setting, then you were more than happy to be his punching bag. So long as it was on your terms, and not as a result of his weirdly bottled up feelings.

(Yeah, you would have a long talk about that tomorrow.)

But for now, you pout up at him, clamping your thighs shut purposefully. “You’re stupid too,” you defend, “stupid and mean.”

Something in his expression changes. Suddenly, he’s moving at superhuman speed as he snatches his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. “Mean?” he mocks. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?” You shiver, fingers wrapping around the wrist that holds your sweater. “Wanted me to be mean and push you around like a little rag doll?”

Jungkook looks at you for another two seconds, before he’s slowly pulling away from you, leaning back on his knees. His tongue is pressing against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening from the movement. “Baby,” he says so quietly it instills a prickle of fear in you, tainted with delicious excitement.

“Yeah?” you whisper, sitting up tentatively as you watch him, He was a bit frightening, like a wild animal about to devour you whole.

Jungkook rolls his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins tugging off his shirt. You salivate at the sight, too focused on the sinewy muscles of his body to catch the dark gaze he levels your way. He throws it off to the side, his sleeve of tattoos that wraps around his bicep and begins to crawl down his chest wonderfully unobstructed now. “Eyes up here,” he says and you quickly meet his gaze. He leans forward, muscled arms coming to cage you against the headboard. “Stupid little sluts don’t have the room to make such comments,” he rasps out, unamused expression adorning his normally soft features. “Don’t you think so?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, leaning away as he comes closer and closer, eventually just turning your head to the side to avoid that emotionless look. It’s the wrong move, and Jungkook lets you know as much by forcefully digging his fingers into your cheeks and turning your face back around to meet his gaze.

A hand grabs beneath your knee, tugging harshly until you’re flopping down onto your back with a squeal. You settle with his knee pressed hotly against your core. Jungkook stays towering over you. “Dumb little girls who make me watch cartoons,” he spits, tracing a hand over your chest, molding your breasts beneath his hands roughly enough to make you gasp. “And watch little animal movies on Disney+. Aren’t they just so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you concede, subtly shifting your hips for some desperately needed friction. Jungkook snorts, finally granting you your wish with one rough slide of his thigh against your core.

“I agree,” he says, and surprises you with a hand around your throat as he leans in to properly grind his thigh into you. “All they’re good for is being dumb little sluts with good pussy,” he murmurs darkly, thumb pressing into the side of your neck forcefully. “Sometimes, they don’t even do anything,” Jungkook continues, his other hand on your hip hauling you higher up his thigh. You mewl, soaked panties rubbing roughly against your folds. You miss the soft swirl of his thumb, the gentle prod of his fingers. Even so, you can’t deny this change in Jungkook is doing something to you, riling up a part of you that you hadn’t known existed. Maybe it’s the horniness from yesterday that was left unfulfilled, the one year anniversary sex that was put on pause. “Just lay there and take it, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.”

His fingers loosen for the briefest of seconds and you gasp for breath. “That’s terrible,” you whimper, rolling your hips up into his thigh, so close to his swollen cock.

Jungkook chuckles without an ounce of humor, pressing your foreheads together as he helps grind you to completion. “Isn’t it? I think that stupid little girl is cute though.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, vision spotting as he tightens his hand back around your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you moan, stomach tight from all the stimulation.

Jungkook hums, slowing you down with a tight grip on your waist. “Hm, what are you sorry for?” he croons, pink lips pulling into an evil smile. “You said you weren’t that stupid girl, __.”

You shake your head, trying to roll your hips up again but he’s holding you too tightly now, rendering you immobile beneath him. “I am,” you choke out shamefully, grabbing at the hand on your hip in a feeble attempt to remove it. “I am a stupid little girl.”

Jungkook smirks, leaning down to slot his mouth over yours. “That’s right,” he murmurs, “nothing but a dumb little slut.”

You shiver, opening your mouth when he slides his tongue against your bottom lip. He’s not the slightest bit nice, and more messy than usual. He pulls away with a bite to your lower lip, meeting your trembling gaze with that same unrecognizable glint in his eyes. “Come on, dummy, keep up,” he snarks before devouring you again. You try to, you really do, but he’s moving like an animal today, despite his slow and drunken movements from that morning. So you end up with his saliva dripping down your throat, clinging to the corners of your lips as he begins slowly grinding you against his thigh again. He flashes you a wicked smile, pearly teeth on display for you as he glances down at your messy appearance.

“Are you gonna touch me?” you ask, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook purses his lips together in thought.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Don’t know yet.”

You whine. “Jungkook, please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”

Jungkook chuckles, running his hand up your waist and taking your shirt with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouths at your neck. “Cute,” he says. “Can’t do it yourself?”

You tremble, chest arching into him as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gasp. “Just feels better with you.”

Jungkook follows your statement with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”

Your cheeks heat up at his blatant ego rearing its head, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You say nothing, and that only eggs Jungkook on. “Come onnn,” he teases, finally, finally rolling his hips down onto your core. You squeak, head falling back against the pillows as you’re granted the one thing you’d been chasing. “Say it.”

“Say what?” you ask, voice wobbly as he continues to slowly rut against you, the front of his shorts pressing against the soaked crotch area of your panties. “Oh, oh, Jungkook,” you whine.

Suddenly he bites down harshly, teeth digging painfully into your skin. You yelp in surprise, pussy throbbing at the pain that shoots throughout your body. Jungkook pulls away and doesn’t bother soothing over it as he leans up to capture your jaw this time. “Say you’re a stupid little slut who can’t do anything without me,” he purrs, kisses too soft for the words he says.

Your mind blanks, torn between the humiliating phrase he wants you to say and properly checking him in his place. In the end, it’s with a twisted need to please him that you’re repeating the words back to him. “I-I’m a stupid slut,” you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he continues pushing you right along the edge. The rope pulled tightly in your core is slowly being pulled apart, threads hanging on for dear life. “Can’t... can't do anything without...”

“Without who?” he asks, reaching down and untying the front of his shorts. “Can’t do anything without who, baby?”

“Without you, without you,” you cry, bucking your hips up against his, the combined movements of both your bodies making you shake like a leaf. “Ah, K-Kook,” you wail, hips stuttering as your orgasm finally swallows you up. Your panties quickly grow wet and icky from your own arousal that pools between your thighs. Jungkook lets you writhe beneath him as you chase your high, mouth sucking a pretty blossom against your jaw.

You know better than to expect the night to end here, especially after seeing the glint that had been in his eyes as he watched you unravel.

He leans close, let’s his nose brush against yours as you catch your breath. “So perfect for me,” he groans, slotting his lips against yours. You can barely keep up with him, languidly going along with his hot tongue. “Perfect, perfect girl,” he murmurs, a stark change from the less than friendly adjectives he used just moments before. “Tell me you love me?” he says softly.

You nod, mind fuzzy as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Love you,” you exhale, letting your fingers knot in his hair. Your proclamation does something to him, makes him grind the front of his cotton shorts hard against you. For someone that was often rough and brutal with you in bed, he sure was sensitive to the mushiest of things.

“Don’t deserve you,” he huffs, hot breath fanning across your skin. He switches gears fairly quickly. “Tell me you hate me,” he begs hoarsely, rutting against your soiled panties. “Tell me I’m a piece of shit and you could do better without me,” he pleads, voice too airy to be another one of his usual sex-induced thoughts.

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he rolls his hips. “It’s not true,” you whisper, “I love you more than you’ll ever understand.”

Jungkook groans, suddenly winding back and tearing your ruined panties down your legs. You gasp in surprise, letting him haul you about in his blind, self-inflicted rage. “Stupid, stupid,” he huffs, though at this point you can’t tell who it’s directed at. With your underwear out of the way, he wastes no time plunging his fingers back into your cunt, bypassing the tight ring of muscle around it without any of his usual care. “You should hate me,” he snarls, lips pressed against your ear.

You moan, back arching at the sudden pleasure that blossoms between your thighs. “I-I don’t,” you gasp, toes curling.

Jungkook groans, the sound traveling down your spine and straight into your pussy. “Stupid girl,” he huffs, slipping an arm around you to pull you so close until you can’t breathe, chests lined up together. His skin is warm to the touch, scorching almost. “Fuck,” he groans, curling his fingers inside of you. You whimper and moan, incapable of staying still beneath him as he tortures you with a thumb to your clit. “Tell me you hate me,” he seethes again.

Despite the fog that’s settled over your mind, you still manage a resolute shake of your head. “N-no,” you cry, digging your nails into his back. They run dark red lines over his skin, making him hiss at the sting.

Whatever punishment he’s trying to put himself through is falling through with your refusal to admit such a thing. It aggravates him even more, your adamant stance on loving him so, and he’s retracting his fingers before you can cum again. “Please,” he chokes, face tucked into your neck. He’s sloppy with his movements; as he pulls his shorts down and kicks them away, he nearly suffocates you with his weight. “I don’t deserve you, ___, please.”

“I love you,” you whimper for lack of explanation. Jungkook leans back, that same madman gaze in his glossy eyes. He’s looking at you in disbelief almost, pouty lips puckered and swollen. Your hands slip from around him, falling on either side of your head.

Like a cobra he strikes, collecting your wrists in one hand he pins above your head. The sudden movement has him leaning in close, lips brushing over yours. His lashes are coated in a wetness he refuses to acknowledge, looking at you like you drive him insane. “If you ever try to leave me,” he whispers, jerky breath fanning over your skin, “I’ll lose my mind.”

He loves you so much it aches.

“I won’t,” you whimper, feeling your own eyes well up with an emotion that consumes every inch of your being. “I’ll never leave you, you stupid, stupid boy.”

A faint smile crosses his features at your words, lips quirking to the side. You relish in it for all of two seconds before he’s ramming his cock into you, your sensitive walls spawning around him. You sob loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. Your legs instinctively hook themselves around his waist, digging into the base of his spine as he rolls his hips into you.

You feel full and complete like he belongs there in this moment and every moment after this. It makes your heart constrict painfully. Jungkook’s soft groans follow your more unraveled noises, the vulgar slapping of skin on skin the underlying melody to it all. “Ffffuck,” he spits, greedily swallowing your moans up. You whine, arms bucking in an effort to hold him close. But he’s determined in his act of restraining you, long fingers tightening around your wrists until they hurt. “I warned you, didn’t I?” he huffs, snapping his hips into you.

Your walls clench around his hard cock, the drag as he exits sending shivers throughout your body. Jungkook’s body towers over you, glistening in sweat as he nails you into your mattress. “Remember what I said?” he asks, voice but a shuddery exhale. You shake your head numbly, overwhelmed by the rough drag across your walls. “All those months ago, when you first came over,” he adds. The hand on your hip abandons its post to cup you beneath the jaw, palm pressing sinfully against your throat enough to block the tiniest of airflow. “I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he murmurs, voice deeper than the pits of hell. He licks a fat stripe over your cheek like you’re nothing but a sweet for him to devour. “Do you remember that, pretty girl?”

You nod jerkily, hips arching up into him when he thrusts into you again. It’s a memory that replays in your mind every so often, your first night with the man you had planned to humiliate over a mere misunderstanding, now your boyfriend of one year. “Want that,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision when he begins picking up the pace. “Wanna be y-your pretty girl forever.”

Jungkook groans, kissing the corner of your mouth. His thighs are some magnificent beings, keeping his pace consistent even as he loses himself in his overwhelming need to kiss you. “Always,” he manages, soft lips pressed against yours. “I won’t ever let you leave.”

A shriek tears itself from your lips as he picks up that harsh piston, releasing your jaw to hold both wrists above your head. It makes his curls dangle in front of his eyes, covering that beautiful dark gaze. It makes his thin little necklace swing back and forth too, though it’s too small to actually touch your face. The rhythmic swing has you hypnotized, just like everything else about Jungkook.

With the length of his hair, you’re left staring at his lips, pulled taut between his pearly white teeth. The word from before sits heavy in your chest, begs to drip from the tip of your tongue. But he’s moving too fast and too hard, scrambling your thoughts until all you can think about is the cock plunging into your heat. His name falls from your mouth like mindless blubber instead, arms thrashing as your second orgasm swallows you up. It sends you crashing, body spasming as the sheer euphoria waves over you slowly and then all at once.

“Perfect,” he grunts, leaning down to slot his mouth against yours, “my perfect girl.” Your cum makes the sound of his hips erotic, the loud squelching following your panting. Still sensitive from your high, your body unconsciously tightens around him, keeps his cock from fully leaving. It brings a soft whine out of Jungkook, one he tries to muffle against the side of your face.

“Inside,” you whimper, even though your body feels like jelly beneath him. “Cum inside, Kook, please,” you beg.

It only takes a few more thrusts into your leaking hole for him to finally reach paradise, hips stuttering when that first shot of pleasure hits him. “Fuck, fuck,” he growls, wildly snapping his hips into your achy cunt. You moan, feeling just about brainless at the overstimulation. His cum leaves you full, almost makes your belly bulge from it. When he’s done he doesn’t bother pulling away, simply slumping into your limp form. His cock, though quickly softening, serves as a plug for the cum threatening to spill out of you.

There’s a muted noise coming from the other room, the faint sound of the mail slipping through your letterbox, the quiet chattering of the street outside. And of course, the loud blaring of your laptop playing the Phineas and Ferb theme song. Jungkook registers it at about the same time as you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He pushes off of you soon after, leaning on his palms over you. He’s got that molten look on his eyes, the heat of a thousand suns burning behind those irises as he looks at you. Like he can’t get enough, even though he’s just about taken everything there is to take. “Love you,” he murmurs quietly.

A drop of sweat rolls over his forehead, clinging to the end of his eyebrow. You reach up and brush it away, let your hand trail down his face to cup his cheek. Immediately he leans into the touch, eyes falling half shut. “Love you more,” you respond.

“Impossible,” he scoffs.

Soon after you’re both stumbling out of bed, clothes haphazardly shrugged back on as you drift through the living room. There’s a thin, hot pink package sitting at the door, just having slipped through the letterbox; the stark Sexuality Unleashed logo is printed on the visible side, so you have to wonder what Doyeon could have possibly ordered this time that could be so thin. The laptop is awkwardly sandwiched next to a throw pillow, barely open a crack. Jungkook retrieves it, sets it on his lap as you scamper over to the couch.

“More Phineas and Ferb?” he asks quietly. He hates it, you know he does. And still, he wants to watch it with you.

You nod. “Please.”

He isn’t so concerned with the plot as you, clicking some random episode to start. You snuggle into his side, quietly singing along to the opening. After a moment, Jungkook speaks again. “Phineas and Flirt?” he offers cheekily.

You roll your eyes. “That might’ve been your worst one yet,” you sigh, trying to drown out his indignant huff by focusing on the screen.

“I don’t exactly see you coming up with these,” he points out, obviously feeling wronged.

Without missing a beat you say, “Disney+ and bust.”

epilogue

commercial break one ; the resolution

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ack3rlady · 3 years

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The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 7

Summer

Chapters: Six | Seven

Master List

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff

Word Count: ~2.74k

Inspiration: Don't Go - Exo

A/N: And with this chapter, I conclude this series. Thank you for all the love you all gave my baby project!

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse, @red-n-tall, @badbitxhbuckybarnes , @sweet-assh0le

‘Why am I nervous? We've done much more than just kiss. For fucks sake! I'm the mother of his child.’

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before pushing the cart from behind your truck towards the large glass doors of the café. You had offered to take today’s batch of bread and pastries to Levi’s to snag a chance to see him, much to Mikasa’s annoyance.

“Oi, brat! You’re late.”, Levi remarked without looking up from his laptop when the bell above the door rang with your entrance, expecting her to have finally arrived.

“Levi, I’m so sorry! I made an impromptu decision to come here instead of Mikasa and -”, you emerged from behind the lofty stack of boxes.

Your hair was up in a messy bun, you were panting from hauling the weight and the resultant perspiration made you glow. Your continual rambling about why you were late, instantly gave him a feeling of Déjà vu, hurling him eight years back in time to the morning when he first laid his eyes on you. Mirroring that day, he couldn’t focus on anything you were saying, gawking at you with unblinking eyes given how stupefied he was by the sight before his eyes and the sound of your voice.

“Levi? Are you listening?”, you waved your hand in front of his face, disrupting the mental movie playing in his head.

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. Hi.” he shook his head vigorously and blinked a few times to bring himself back to the present.

Both a blushing mess, you stood by the entrance to the cafe, smiling at each other like two smitten high-schoolers.

“Are you finally back together?”, a shriek from the opposite end of the seating area made your ears ring.

The cacophony was loud enough that Erwin’s head immediately peaked out of his office; his face riddled with confusion. Both your necks snapped towards the source - Hange was running in your direction with the brightest grin on their face. Every head in the room was turned towards you. Eren and other new members of staff at the café, Armin, Jean, Sasha and Connie were slack jawed with their gaping eyes fixed on you after being subjected to this abrupt and unnecessary announcement. One look from Levi sent them scrambling back to work.

“Fucking four-eyes.” he mumbled as they came closer.

“I knew it! You lovebirds couldn’t stay apart for long!”, they squealed with joy enveloping you both in an spontaneous group hug, not giving Levi an opportunity to flinch away.

“Shhh! Calm down, Hange! We’re not back together. Yet.”, you tugged on their hands trying to free yourself from their clasp.

Levi's eyes met and stayed on yours when you uttered the last word, the way his heart fluttered at the sound of it clearly reflecting on his face.

Yet.

“But you were together last night. You have both put in way too much effort in your appearances today. And the color on Short-stack's cheeks can be spotted from Mars! What am I missing here?”, they observed, unaware of the heat rising within their two friends thinking about their final moments together at the Ackerman home yesterday.

Always the perceptive one, Hange. They weren’t entirely wrong. You did spend forty minutes in your closet hunting for the one floral lemon-yellow dress that Levi loved seeing you in; piling on deodorant while simultaneously cursing the hot summer. You picked your reflection in the mirror apart for way too long, fiddling with the necklace he bought you ages ago while rehearsing what you would say to him.

By the looks of it, he did too. He looked oh-so handsome today. Granted, he always did. But today was different. He wore your favorite navy-blue button-down shirt with slate grey slacks, sleeves folded to reveal his toned fore arms, and the top two buttons left open to aid with the sweltering heat; or was it because he knew that it made you weak in the knees when he wore his shirts that way? And his cheeks and ears were definitely a brighter shade of pink than the raspberry compote on the cheesecake you brought.

He stood pinching the bridge of his nose, his breathing starting to speed up. You figured it was his attempt at suppressing the strong urge to smack the grin right off Hange’s face.

“Hange, I promise, I’ll give you all the details later. But for now, Levi and I have things to discuss.”, you pulled him away before he could act on his impulse.

Taking a seat at the table by the large bay window, kissed by the morning sun, you watched the city slowly rise awake with your cheek resting on the palm of your hand. Levi, who was walking back from the kitchen with a cup of tea for himself and a caramel latte for you, stopped in his tracks to mentally frame this image. It was as if you were a different person than who he met over the last two days.

There were no signs of the anxious but adoring mother from yesterday nor the bewildered, pained ex-wife from the day before; you were the same clumsy, moody, garrulous, as well as kind, selfless and mesmerizing woman he fell madly in love with when you walked in through the doors of this very place eight years ago. How could one person flood his heart with a barrage of different emotions this way?

You acknowledged him with a soft ‘hi’ accompanied by a smile when he sat down on the chair opposite to you, nervous about the forthcoming conversation. You stole occasional glances at each other while sipping your beverages, hesitating to be the one to say the first word.

“Do you hate me?”, he asked out of the blue, his gaze locked on his cup.

“No! Why would you think that?”

“Uh- you obviously had a chance to think about what I said to you after going home last night. Why would you possibly want to still see me?”

“Well, I’m here, aren't I? I want to work on us if you’re willing to try as well, Levi. I want to see where this takes us.”, you smiled, placing your hand on his.

"Me too."

Four months later

The day of Suki and Furlan's wedding was finally here. The venue was set, guests had arrived and you were busy helping the bride get ready for her special day, having spent all morning with her, Isabel and the other bridesmaids in the bridal suite, chatting away in excitement and anticipation for the day ahead.

“Honestly speaking, Suki, I’d have a hard time keeping my hands off you if I were Furlan”, you teased while draping the veil into her hair, causing her to bury her face into her palms.

“You’re one to talk! Levi has been looking for reasons to see you all morning. I had to turn him away thrice already. I'm pretty sure he is going to murder me after the wedding is over.”, Isabel shot back with a smirk.

The last four months had been nothing short of a whirlwind. After that morning at the cafe, having breakfast with Levi turned into a routine. He brought Luna along on most days, and the three of you spent time chatting and admiring the toddler’s antics over tea and scones while sitting at your usual table by the bay window. Sometimes you’d have her accompany you to the patisserie to give Levi a much-deserved break.

Everyone there was enamored with the little firecracker. Her Uncle Miche had always been her favorite because the gentle giant ferried her around the large kitchen on his shoulders. Bertholdt and Reiner would happily comply to all the orders their mini boss belted out. Annie, although a little awkward around her, listened intently to her endless stories; Mikasa secretly pampered her with numerous treats even after several warnings from you, and Nanaba would fuss over her all the time and try to keep the little one all to herself, earning protests from the others.

The evenings varied between taking Luna to the park or the pier, or just spending time indoors at your place or his. You even celebrated her fourth birthday two weeks ago. All your friends and family, along with some little friends the birthday girl had made at the park were invited. You spent a beautiful evening in the backyard of your house around a bonfire, with a delectable meal and wonderful company.

Levi especially made sure you knew that you were being wooed by taking you out on date nights every now-and-then to the finest of restaurants, walks on the beach, to the drive-in theater a few miles outside your town, or star gazing from your favorite spot up the nearby hill. You both were working through your differences and had barely had any disagreements during the time spent together. Things were slowly falling in place; in fact, this newly re-built relationship with him felt much stronger than ever before.

The flashback ended when the wedding planner knocked on the door indicating it was time for the ceremony to begin. You, Isabel, and the other bridesmaids ushered Suki to her designated spot, making sure her dress, hair, make up and flowers looked perfect.

Standing at the altar by Furlan’s side as his best man, Levi was relieved that he would finally be seeing you soon after being apart all morning. Lately, the two of you spent most of your time together; and this sudden separation had him feeling restless.

On cue, the two harpists seated on either side of the rows began to play heavenly tune of ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perry, a prompt for the bride’s party to start making their way towards the altar. He watched patiently as bridesmaids accompanied by groomsmen walked down the aisle, waiting for you to finally appear. He almost forgot to breathe when your form eventually entered the nave, walking a short distance behind Isabel and one of Furlan’s friends.

You wore the emerald gown from your encounter with him at the store four months ago, and looked a million times more beautiful this morning. Your usually open hair was tied into an elegant loose braid with some curly strands framing your face. The sun rays falling on your silhouette from the towering stained-glass windows of the church made you look like an angel descending solely upon him. He finally began breathing again when you smiled at him and mouthed “breathe”, after taking your position at the altar.

Levi only peeled his eyes away from you when Luna’s giggles reverberated off the stone walls as she waddled down the aisle, scattering petals of baby pink roses, about the same shade has her chubby cheeks, on the ivory carpet. You wiped a stray tear rolling down your face as you both proudly watched her play the part of a flower girl with utmost perfection. Upon making it to the end, she ran to you and buried her face in your gown, suddenly feeling shy from the cheers and applause she received from the smitten guests.

You instantly scooped her up and held her close, letting her nuzzle into the crook of your neck, cooing sweet words of encouragement into her ears. Levi was so taken by this divine scene before him that he failed to notice the bride's much awaited walk down the aisle; surprised to directly find Suki standing at the altar, facing Furlan with her lips curved into the widest smile before his attention found you and Luna again.

He lost track of how long he was marveling at his two perfect girls for, until he felt an elbow harshly crash into his ribs, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Is this revenge for your wedding?”, Furlan frowned.

Levi blankly stared at him, having no clue what he was talking about

“Ring, Levi!”, the fuming groom growled.

Oh, right. He pursed his lips in embarrassment melting under the scrutiny of the baffled guests while he handed over the ring that was in the safety of his blazer’s pocket. His eyes darted towards an alarmed Suki and silently apologized to her. Then his gaze moved back to you, an impish smirk on your face as you stared back at him, knowing exactly what was going on in his mind.

Fuck! Furlan was not going to let this go for a long time.

Luna had lost interest in the festivities midway through the nuptials and had fallen asleep in your arms. After the ceremony, when everyone began to make their way outside the chapel, Levi swiftly moved over to walk beside you and offered to carry the snoozing toddler. You groaned after her weight left your body, stretching your sore shoulders and aching back .

“Stop that. You have no idea how hard it is to control myself from jumping your bones, especially when you look this gorgeous.”, Levi whispered in your ear, snaking an arm around your waist.

You glanced around awkwardly making sure his words did not fall on any prying ears and gave him a quick smack on the shoulder, trying to suppress the heat creeping up your neck.

Time skip – Evening

The wedding reception was underway. You sat at a table sipping lemonade, watching the newlyweds grooving to the beats of music being played by DJ Zeke. Levi swapped his usual glass of Macallan for a cup of ginger lemon tea; His reason being that his throat was sore from carrying out best man duties. But you knew he was just being supportive of your goal to stay off alcohol.

Erwin and Hange sat by the bar, socializing with Furlan’s Boss, Mr. Pyxis while Luna was busy playing duck-duck-goose with some new toddler friends she made at the venue. Levi needed to be physically restrained from ambushing Isabel who he had discovered slow dancing with the same groomsman that walked alongside her at the ceremony. Miche and Nanaba were spotted in a rare public embrace, dancing leisurely to the slow music; and your army of helpers consisting of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie took the lead on setting up tables as yours and Levi’s patisserie and café were the official caterers for the evening.

The choice of DJ Zeke's next track brought a sparkle to your eyes. Your smile spread from ear to ear when ‘Fly me to the Moon' by Frank Sinatra emanated from the speakers. You sang along and began swaying cheerfully in your seat to the melody.

“Remember, Levi? This was the song we had our first dance to at our wedding.” you reminisced; a nostalgic smile spread across your face.

“How can I forget?”, he asked.

His eyes were unfocused, lost in memories of his own. He remembered how ethereal you looked in your white wedding dress. How your diamond jewelry shimmered under the spotlight, how you whispered honeyed words into his ears when he felt exceptionally uncomfortable dancing in public, how warm your hands felt wrapped around his body, how your breath tickled his neck. He’d give anything just to go back and relive that moment.

You gaze was still lost among people enjoying themselves on the dance floor when a stretched-out hand entered your line of vision. Your eyes followed it to land on Levi’s face. A quirk in your eyebrows wordlessly asked him what this action meant.

“Let's dance.”, he said.

“You, Levi Ackerman, are willingly asking me to dance? Did someone spike your tea?” You smirked, earning an eye roll from him.

“Oi, brat! Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“May I have this dance with you, my love?”

You accepted and the pair of you headed towards the dance floor. He gently pulled you close to him and firmly held on to your hand. His other hand wrapped firmly around your waist and you rested yours on his shoulder. You both moved to the slow rhythm in perfect harmony, as you drowned in those gorgeous blue-grey eyes. It felt like the world around you had dissolved and it was just the two of you and the music.

“You look nice today. I see you bought the same gray suit you hated with a fiery passion.”, you teased.

“How could I not after you said you liked it?”

You looked over his shoulder to Suki and Furlan flashing you a wide grin from across the dance floor. And so did Hange, Miche and Nanaba from over that the bar. Erwin gently raised his drink in your direction. The heat from the from the sudden metaphorical spot light you stood under was cooled by the kiss Levi planted on your cheek.

“Did I tell you how lucky I feel to have you?”, he whispered into your ear as while brushing strands of hair off your face.

“I could stand to hear it more often.”, You hid your blush by resting your forehead on his shoulder, feeling too shy to keep his gaze.

“It's true. You’re the most beautiful woman is this room tonight, scratch that, you’ll be the most beautiful woman anywhere, any day; and I get the honor of calling you mine.” he cooed, drawing gentle circles on your back with his fingers.

“You’re awfully talkative today!”, you lifted your head again to reveal a contagious coy smile spread across your lips.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ve always been talkative.”,

“Come with me.”, he moved you off his chest and tugged at your hand.

“Where?”, you asked in utter confusion, and a bit of annoyance at the wonderful moment being ruined, just to receive silence in response.

Levi quickly glanced over to find Luna munching on garlic bread sticks with Erwin and Hange, as he guided you away from the venue and towards the lake nearby. The ripples in the water gleamed under the moonlight, resembling liquid silver. Warm yellow light from the lamps on either side of a wooden dock dimly illuminated the path that led to a gorgeous gazebo that stood at the end, its ceiling sprinkled with fairy lights that defined the intricate floral carvings in the wood. You stood in the center of the structure and slowly spun around, marveling at the work of whose ever brilliant hands built it.

“Levi, this is stunning!”, you said gazing in all directions, running your fingers over the sophisticated engravings.

“Yes, it is.”, Levi agreed, his eyes not on the architecture, but instead on the human embodiment of radiant sunny day that stood by his side.

Not remotely expecting anything to outshine the sight before you, your vision was captured by an extravagant display of red, green, and gold against the dark blanket of the night’s sky. You jumped when the sound of the first soaring explosion caught you off guard. An arm slid across your waist and a kiss was placed on your temple. You were enamored by the shattering sparks of the fireworks, eliciting frequent oohs and aahs, until a voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“Marry me.”

It took you a few seconds to fully register what you just heard. But when you did, overwhelming feelings of joy rendered you speechless; fingers absentmindedly running over the carved railing of the gazebo, stunned orbs darting between the brilliant sky and the love of your life.

This time Levi had to remind you to breathe.

Your eyes and lips both turned into wide Os, and you slapped your hands to cover your gaping mouth when he slowly lowered himself to kneel before you, opening a little black box containing the same gorgeous ruby ring from all those years ago, which he sneaked out of your nightstand during one of his visits.

“I know that you said you wanted to take this slow. But the last four months with you have been the most precious of my life, where I got a glimpse of what having a perfect family would be like. I learnt the hard way, what I lost when I lost you and you gave me a second chance at finding happiness when you decided to come back. I promise to love and protect you every single day for the rest of my life, and even after. You complete me, love, and you complete our family. So, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Ackerman, again?”

“Levi...”, your trembling voice was barely audible.

“Yes.”, you breathed, letting the floodgates finally open when he slid the ring on your finger.

He got back on his feet and engulfed you into the tightest embrace as you wept joyous tears into his shoulders.

“I love you so much!”

“I love you too!”, moving to look into your eyes, he cupped your face with warm hands.

And finally, his lips found yours.

It felt... like home;

Like laying in a cozy bed after a long day of work, like the warm chocolate sauce on a cold scoop of ice-cream, like wearing a fuzzy sweater on a crisp autumn evening, like walking barefoot on the beach at sunset, like taking a cool shower on a blazing summer afternoon, like everything you ever needed.

After being torn apart from the one person who made your life perfect, you were finally back in the soothing confines of his strong arms, resting against his able chest, ready to fall apart; all while the fireworks in the sky mirrored the fireworks in your hearts.

“Mama! Papa!”

You were awoken from this surreal euphoria by the most beautiful squeal you had ever heard. Both your heads turned towards the source of it – a tiny figure running towards you with all her might while all your near and dear ones including the newlyweds watched from a distance, cheering merrily.

“They knew?”, you gasped, sobbing and sniffling from the joyous tears.

“Yeah, pretty much everyone but you knew.”

Luna flew into Levi’s open arms when he bent down to receive her. The three of you merged into one blob of a positively smothering family hug, only pulling away to pepper each other with more kisses. Levi held his two girls close. His sun and moon were now back together in the sky of his life. He looked into Luna’s crescent shaped eyes and whispered,

“Moon beam, Mama’s coming home.”

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thatnerdwolfnell · 4 years

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@madllamamomma mentioned something about

The Main 6 Getting Their Wisdom Teeth Out

So here it is

Asra:

SUPER cuddly and affectionate.

Thinks he's a poet.

He will tell you how your hair looks like spring and your nose is a flower.

It doesn't make sense but he seems to think it does.

Also he does NOT hold back what he thinks and it's hilarious

he says the dentist looks like a bald chicken and he's right.

"Fauuuutttttthhhhhht faaaautht. Fautht you have a thuch funny name.You awe the betht in the whowe wowld I wove you tho much. I onwy love you and MC and thometime Muwel. Everyone elthe thucks. can we vithit Muwel?!"

Takes the gauze out way too soon and starts bleeding and just does that knife cat grin (except it's super creepy when his mouth is bleeding)

So full of energy but basically passes out as soon as you're home.

Nadia:

She doesn't say much because she knows she sounds stupid and she DOES NOT like being in this position.

People look her on the way back and she'll try to hold her head up but her balance isn't great and she's blushing a lot from embarrassment

even though she STILL somehow looks sophisticated.

"I have to portray thtrength, MC"

You support her and she slips an arm around your waist (maybe a little closer to your butt than she needs to but you're not complaining)

She doesn't want to go home and rest because she just remembered she has to approve some zoning changes and also there's a shop with some shoes you'd look magnificent in that's on the way to the palace and you deserve to wear them.

You assure her Portia's taking care of everything and that you promise you'll let her take you shopping tomorrow.

It takes a long time to get her to rest but when she does you're cuddling in her gigantic bed.

She holds your face in her hands and just stares at you intently for a minute. Kinda squishing your face a bit.

"You'we tho fucking cute...." She mutters before drifting off to sleep.

As you pry her hands off your face you realize that's the first time you've ever heard her say fuck.

Julian:

Honestly he's surprisingly normal.

Maybe it's because he drinks so much that you've just gotten used to it.

The difference between drunk Julian and this Julian is that drunk Julian is horny while this Julian is more like a very nerdy kid in a candy store.

He excitedly tries to explain some of the medical stuff but he's talking so fast with his mouth full of cotton that you have NO IDEA what he's talking about.

Not that he seems to notice.

Occasionally you can tell he's making a very suggestive joke because his face does that smirk and he kinda freezes and watching for your reaction.

You just laugh and he immediately goes back to his rambling.

He starts talking about Portia and Mazelinka and their adventures growing up swinging his arms in dramatic gestures making you duck to dodge his long ass arms.

But honestly you've never seen him so relaxed and happy.

You feel like you're getting a glimpse of a Julian without the weight of the world on his shoulders. Excited, curious, and loving freely without feeling guilty for it.

You're about to put him to bed when he stops you

"Can you do a magic thing?"

You smile and pull up some colourful swirls of light from your hands

He wraps his arms around you staring in awestruck wonder at the lights with the dopiest swollen grin on his face.

He nods. "Thath good. I love that"

And then he turns around and goes to sleep.

Muriel:

He is so scared. People touching him. Looking at him. Hospital gowns. Not his scene. He feels trapped in the sterile windowless room.

He wakes up and watches you the whole time the dentist is talking and his eyes just scream "help"

They give him juice and he just kinda...holds it.

He's a bit touchier than normal. He kind of hangs on behind you as you help him get home and burrows his face into your shoulder.

He wraps himself up in his giant cloak somehow making himself look small and basically only communicates in grunts, hmms and hand squeezes until you're out of Vesuvia.

Once you're in the woods though, he relaxes completely. He keeps stopping to pick flowers wordlessly handing them to you to hold.

Starts pointing out birds and other animals and talks about their migration patterns and their effect on the ecosystem how they were actually originally native to prakra before they spread here and bred with the local species.

He has such a soft low voice and you're not sure if you've ever heard him say this much at once.

You're a little surprised by how much he knows. It can be easy to forget when he says so little.

You know he's smart of course, he'll catch on to things nobody else does and even Nadia has learned to ask for his opinions. But you've never seen him go full infodump before.

About halfway up the mountain he starts giggling (if you can call it that. It's more like shaking with noise.) He pulls out your tarot deck, shop keys, coin purse, and a fistful of flowers from his cloak.

"How did you DO that?"

He just shrugs "I should make you a charm to protect from pickpocketh".

When you get back he sits against the outside of the hut and hugs Inanna.

Chickens slowly start coming to sit on top of them. And his eyes just sparkle.

"Do you want to come inside" "Nope" "You need to rest" "I am"

You decide it's better not to argue so you sit by a nearby tree and pull a chicken into your lap.

Portia:

She's horny.

And she wants everyone to know that you're dating.

"Doctor did you know.... that MC hath the cutetht butt? *Giggles* BUT NOT FOW YOUUUU they'we mine. Both buttcheekth."

You suspect she's taking advantage of the plausible deniability to embarrass you as much as possible.

She's suddenly an oversharer. All the secrets she kept just come flooding out

"My brotherth a doctor but he'th not allowed becauthe hith medical lithenthe got revoked becauthe of the murder and he'th legally dead but he thill doeth doctor thtuff and- MC ITH ILYA UNENPWOYED???"

You just keep apologizing and try to get her home as soon as you can.

She cries when she sees Pepi because "he'th tho cute and thmall MC look how thmall he ith"

She will also try to lift you multiple times just to show off

Luckily Mazelinka is there with soup and that pretty much knocks her out.

Lucio:

Okay man he already has 0 impulse control and says every single fucking thought that goes through his head no matter how stupid.

Like if anything he's EASIER to deal with.

He's infinitely less hyper but he still claims that he will fight anyone who passes.

"Pleathe. I could take him. I'll jutht thwing my thord and he'll RUN AWAY. lemme try."

He's also way more sensitive than usual (which is saying something)

You pass a dog and he goes apeshit.

"MC why doethn't athra like me.... I jutht *hic* want to be hith friendth *sobs*"

He wants to be babied so bad.

Mercedes and Melichor are INSTANTLY protective because the smell reminds them of the dungeon and they want to be ON HIM AT ALL TIMES.

You manage to tuck him in and bring him some water, and just for kicks you read him a bedtime story that he keeps interrupting to give you kisses.

You think he's fallen asleep when he whispers "it'th okay to thwollow gauze right?"

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slygirl666 · 4 years

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Misunderstanding

Fred x American reader

summery: while taking some time in New York Fred meets reader. but she is convinced he's a No-Maj.

warnings: maybe language, not edited and probably won't ever be.

words: 2,7020

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You sighed, you were on your last hour of a double shift at a twenty four hour dinner. You couldn’t wait to Apparate home and sleep. Getting a plate of hashbrowns and eggs you walked tiredly to your section.

What you didn't see was the giant of a man walking towards you. The eggs and hashbrowns did end up on him.

“Shi- i mean sorry, sir,” you bent down to get the now broken plate. To be fair this was only your second week on the job and you were still getting used to the fact magic wasn’t used to keep things afloat.

“No harm, love.” he gave you a smile that made your cheeks heat up. Maybe it was just the nickname, that's what it was. A tourist most likely

“Sit down, i’ll get you a milkshake on me.” he started to shake his head. “Please something I don't want to let you go knowing I made a mess of you.”

“I’ll settle for a coffee, if that's alright?” you nodded as you went back to replace the order and get his coffee. You smiled at him dropping the coffee before taking the order to another customer.

When you got off of work you noticed the same man sitting only a block away on a public bench, he was awfully cute and the city lights bounced nicly off of flaming red hair.

No, the last thing you needed was to get attached to another no-maj, let alone one from another country.

That's the way you ended up in New york alone, you followed a boy. A no-maj you were ready to turn in your wand for. But he left you with a girl who came sobbing at your door about being pregnant. You're glad that he had the decency to see this through with her but not the decency to not cheat on you.

Against your better judgement you walked up to the man. “Hi, I believe I spilled a whole meal on you a while ago.”

He turned to look at you, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes flashed. You bit your lip just knowing that smile will get you in loads of trouble.

“You did, do you always end up following people out?” He gave you a smirk. You felt yourself heat up embarrassed, but he couldn’t know that.

“Only the cute ones.” you shrugged, mentally hitting yourself for saying it.

His smirk turned into a boyish grin, “awfully bold of you to say. I’m Fred.”

“Y/N” you offered him a hand. He shook it. “What are you doing all the way out here in New York?”

His face darkened, his eyes went haunted. “I needed a change from home. How long have you lived here?”

“A year,” Merlin, you should walk away, Apparate home. “I should get to the subway before it’s too late, have a good night.”

He waved to you as you walked off.

Two days after your talk with the Red Headed man you walked into work, a co worker took your hand.

“Y/N a cute guy came in yesterday asking about you,” she gave you an excited smile. “I told him you were working tonight and he said he’s stopping by.”

Shit, who would ask for you did kade find you. No his kid would be a here by now. “What did he look like?”

“Very tall, red hair, freckles..” you let out a breath as she listed them. It was that guy...Fred.

“Thanks Heather, I should get on my shift now,” you tied the apron around your waist and walked off to your section.

You anticipated Fred coming to see you, three hours passed and he didn’t. He wasn’t obligated to come see you, but why would he ask your coworker if he wasn’t going to come. Two more hours and you were putting your apron back in your locker.

You walked out through the front, only to see Fred leaned against the wall running his hands through his hair, muttering to himself to ‘just do it.’

“Do what?” You laughed, he jumped and turned to you.

“ask the pretty waitress, who happened to spill food on me if she wants to get a drink with me.” He smiled hopefully at you.

“I can’t get into a bar,” you shuffled your feet. He was older than you then. “I’m only nineteen.”

You could always use a glamour in your ID but you didn’t want to lie about your age to him.

“Oh,” He looked at a loss for words.

“I do know a killer pizza place just around the corner, so how about dinner?” You bit your lip half expecting him to say you were too young for him.

“Sounds lovely,” he smiled,gesturing for you to lead the way.

You walked ahead of him, before stopping at your favorite place for a late night slice. Leading him inside.

“Y/N your back,” Johnny, the owner smiled at you. After Kade broke your heart you spent a lot of time crying over a slice of Pizza here.

“Brought a friend too,” you smiled at him waving in the direction of Fred.

“Out to break my heart Y/N” he dramatically grabbed his chest.

“It’s okay Johnny I only loved you for your pizza skills anyway.” He laughed as you took a seat at a table, Fred sat across from you amused.

“You get on with everyone you meet?” He breathed out a laugh.

“Not always, but moving somewhere alone you learn where you feel safe and who you should talk to to secure that.”

He looked at you a little worried. When Johnny sat a cheese Pizza in front of the two of you with two bottles of beer Fred looked at you.

“They’ve never carded me here,” you shrugged, opening it up. That was a lie you spent two months charming your I.D till they stopped carding you. “So tell me about yourself.”

You learned a lot like he was the fourth child out of seven, he was twenty two, he only had one sister. He dropped out of school his last year and he owned a small joke shop with his twin brother in London.

“What about you, love?”

“Uh, I don’t have a family…” you refused to meet his eyes. “I went to a boarding school, and stayed with a foster family over the summers.”

You knew he would pity you, everyone seemed to. “You seem to have no trouble making your own family then.” He smiled at you nodding towards Johnny.

“Don’t always make the right choice though, that’s how I ended up on the other side of the country on my own,” you laughed telling him about how you ended up alone after only two months of living with someone.

“Stupid wanker if you ask me,” he smiled. You couldn’t agree more. The pizza and drinks were finished before you knew it. You felt so comfortable with this man. He got up and insisted on paying for the food and drinks. You agreed only if the next time you could pay, though you had a feeling he wouldn’t allow that.

And he didn’t, random nights turned to days, you gave him your phone number, he’d call from the landline he had. You even took him sightseeing, though he said he already had you insisted it was better with a partner.

It was a dream your friends had warned you, even saying that you get attached to men too easily. That was true but with Fred it just felt right. Even though you always felt like he told half truths maybe it's because you were keeping secrets. You eyed your wand, you should tell him maybe not now but soon. You were sitting in a cafe in the magic district.”

“No way Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” she recognized the voice of Naveah Klower, a girl in her year at Illivamory. “I thought you lived in california, what the hell are you doing in New York?”

She smiled you two were never close but you did study together occasionally. “I live here now.”

“No way,” she sat herself across from you, last you heard she was working her way up as a top journalist for the daily. “Tell me everything.”

It was nice to talk to someone about the frustration of falling for a No-maj and not sure what to say.

“Oh, sweetheart.” she looked ready to cry for you. “You’ve always been a lover haven’t you? Tell you what, let's get together. I have to go to this event, it's formal, come with me as my date.”

“Uh, is that really what you get ou-”

“Common say yes, it's a free trip to london. Austin bailed on me and it's this weekend.” she pulled out a silver invitation.

Remembrance Ball

Witches and wizards all over the world are the reason were here today

“It’s cheesy I know, but I have a port key and you’ll get to meet all the people who fought for everyone, they usually only invite people higher in the business but my boss has a soft spot for me.”

She gave you lage pleading brown puppy eyes. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Great, we can go to the ball and then maybe we’ll go bar hopping. It's only a weekend but-”

You were lost in thought as you thought maybe this would be an opportunity to see everything clearly. Spend the weekend away from Fred out of your apartment.

He was already busy this weekend, something about his apartment needing to be cleaned. You wouldn’t just mope around your place.

“You can borrow a dress of mine, oh give me your address.” she pulled out a quill and paper. “I’ll be by tomorrow night.”

she smiled at you walking off.

You spent the next day packing a bag and pacing your apartment. When Naveah knocked and excitedly waited. “So we need to apparate to the ministry and they have my portkey.”

She took your hand so you went with her. The portkey itself was a dusty record player that had a sister key set in your hotel room.

“Okay so, we have a hair and nail appointment in London and I’ll do make up,” she pushed you out the door grabbing both your purses.

You were never friends because she was so high energy and you weren’t. You checked your phone in hopes for a voice mail or call from Fred, but he said he couldn’t this weekend.

“Y/N don't worry about the no-maj man,” she took your phone. “We’re going to get you looking perfect for tonight you can't stress over a boy.”

The day felt long getting through the appointments, and having Naveah pull and tug at you as she chose your dress and makeup.

You did look good, hair in large soft curls, grey and silver eye makeup with dark red lips. She handed you a silky charcoal colored gown.

“Me best work yet i have to say, “ she zipped you up she looked amazing, in neutral makeup and a pink dress.

They looked walked out to the hall to the elevator, the man inside nodded, “looking lovely ladies, where too?”

“Top floor please,” Naveah flashed her invite, he nodded, waving a hand over the elevator buttons to make a new one appear. He pressed the button, elevator going up at lightning speed. “Enjoy.”

They walked into the room, the ceiling magically showing the perfect night sky. People were already mingling and discussing the war. Naveah pulled a pad and quill to start writing. “You go talk to people, I have to report and stuff.”

You smiled going to find the table, feeling awkward alone in a place you knew nobody. It reminded you of when you moved, you saw a flash of red hair. Turning you saw it belonged to a lanky man shoving bread in his mouth, not your Fred.

The woman the man was with guided him to the front, she was beautiful with her large hair in natural curls and a light blue gown. “Ronald! we have to go meet Harry up front, swallow that or spit it out.”

You giggled, they looked like a cute couple. The two walked to the front where a shorter man with jet black hair tapped a knife against a champagne glass. From photos you knew that was Harry Potter. He began thanking everyone before awkwardly going on to talk about the war and the people who stood with him. When he mentioned the last name Weasley you perked up.

It's a common last name right? Especially here, the name isn’t unheard of. You think at least.

When Harry finished his speech he motioned for the staff to bring out the food.

You sat and chatted with Neveah and the others at your table, you met Rita Skeeter and her partner. After food everyone was invited to dance and mingle.

“Y/N would you mind helping, just jot down notes, please?” Neveah gave you pleading eyes. You smiled taking the two items sitting next to you.

“I want to focus on everyone around the war, not just those three,” she moved on asking people who they were and how they were involved.

You stopped at Ginny Weasley who insisted you should talk to her older brothers. “Georgie, Freddie! Come here, they came here from America.”

You froze the second she said Freddie. And a familiar voice called out to Ginny.

“Y/N what's wrong with you?” Naveah gently shoved your shoulder.

It was too late the men already came to stand with their sister.

“Y/N?” Fred eyed you. “What are you doing here aren't you- Merlin I’m an idiot. You never told me anything about before your days in new york and you always cut yourself off.”

“I take it this is the girl you were writing about,” the identical man laughed.

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” you handed the paper and quill to Naveah.

Fred led you to a bar, he ordered a whiskey and wine handing you the glass.

“Mione, made sure there was an open bar,” he didn’t look at you.

“Oh thats-”

“Did you plan on telling me? At all?” he turned to you with a short glare.

“You can't be mad Freddie, I was going to decide this weekend,” you returned his glare.

“Were you going to tell me?”

“Yes, I was going to tell you on monday after I picked you up for work.” he cracked a smile, “we’re right idiots aren’t we?”

You laughed, placing your glass down, he led you to the floor where people were dancing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “we really are, maybe it’s a good thing.”

“You know I know, I was so scared. You were a bit too young for me,” he pulled you closer by the waist. “Obviously reckless, somehow can drink underadge you spilt food on me multiple times-”

“Those were an accident,” you defended. he laughed, bringing up a hand to caress your cheek.

“But charming and absolutely gorgeous. I was amazed you agreed to go on a date with me after one conversation.”

“I tend to do things most people see as a read flag,” you smiled up at him.

“I will forever be grateful for that.” he leaned his head down to kiss you sweetly.

The two of you had kissed many times, this was different, you felt lighter no longer holding anything back.

“Ahem, Fred.” the two of you turned to see George and a whole family of redheads standing by you two. looking ready to laugh. “Don’t you want to introduce us to your lady friend?”

He looked embarrassed before you introduced yourself, Molly Weasley hugged you. “I thought you were a muggle.”

“I thought he was a no-maj. We just misunderstood each other ma’am.”

“Oh, dear call me Molly, Fred hasn’t shut up about you.”

“That's enough you lot!” Fred pulled you under his arm guiding you to a balcony. You looked out amazed by the view of London under you. “Y/N I think I love you.”

“I know I love you already.” you got his collar to pull him down for a heated kiss.

#fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #weasley twins #harry potter fan fiction

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maddiethebull · 4 years

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Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #7 - “May I have this dance?”

This is a repost, I deleted the other one, have fun reading!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4 here’s some music to listen to while reading this :) Its what i listened to while writing it.

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The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,

“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”

That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.

Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,

“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”

Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”

He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”

You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.

“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”

While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.

“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”

“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”

“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”

“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,

“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”

You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.

~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~

You sighed, ‘I know he does.’

After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.

Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.

“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.

“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”

“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”

You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”

“MC, they can SMELL you.”

Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”

You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,

“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.

You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,

“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,

“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.

His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind.”

With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.

He cleared his throat,

“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.

You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”

With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.

“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”

“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”

You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’

“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”

You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”

Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.

“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”

You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”

He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,

“May I have this dance?”

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.

“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”

He laughed, “of course not.”

You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.

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Well, this is long as fuck sorry lmao

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Random Chance

Summary: Y/N yields to peer pressure and Spencer loses a bet. Did fate bring them together or was it random chance?

Words: 1,689

Warnings: Gross fluff.

A/N: My next entry for @cmbingo 2020! This fulfills my meet cute square.

This was the fifth outfit change.

“Why did I let you talk me into this?” You screamed, glancing into the mirror before ripping off your shirt and pants for a sixth outfit. “Speed dating? Fuck my life. This is peer pressure. You suck.”

Under pressure, filled with nervous tension, you tended to run your mouth, and right now Piper was at the opposing end of your razor sharp sword. But she still had a smile on her face. “You need to get out there and you won’t do it yourself, so I had to push you,” she laughed, pushing passed the mountain of packed boxes and pulling one of your favorite dresses out of the closet.

“A dress? Really? For speed dating?”

Dating sucked. It was the most horrible thing ever. All you wanted was to fall into the perfect relationship and then cuddle on the couch. Was that so much to ask?

Piper laughed and stood behind you, holding the dress over your body. “Yes, it’s not an evening gown or anything. And it’s you. Just because you’re going speed dating doesn’t mean the guys you meet shouldn’t see exactly who you are.”

As much of a pain in the ass as she was, Piper was still your bestie, since you were in diapers. And she wanted the best for you. She’d pulled out your Harry Potter dress, the one with the first chapter’s words written all over. “Pair that with your cute red flats and the guys will be falling over themselves to get to you and the ones that don’t are stupid.”

You snorted and stepped into the flats, taking yet another glance into the dreaded mirror. “You know you couldn’t have picked a worse time for me to go speed dating,” you said, finally content with your outfit. Within the week, you’d be moving and starting a new job at the local community college. “Next week, dude.”

“Life’s too short to wait,” she said, playfully smacking your butt. “Plus, at least it’s at that kitschy bookstore you love. Now go take a nice relaxing walk and breathe. You’ll be fine. I gotta go to work.”

“Text me when you get there so I know you’re safe,” you call, hearing the thud of the heavy apartment door close behind her.

After grabbing your red sweater, you headed down the stairs, locking the door behind you. The bookstore was only a few blocks away and it was a beautiful day out, so you decided to take advantage of the sunny weather.

A breeze brushes through your hair as you walk and the sun beats down on your skin. There are a few other people around, but mostly people are at work. You would be too if it weren’t for the whole “new job, new place, new life” kick you were on. Decided to take a few weeks off before starting your new job.

The entrance to the Old Fox bookstore was as obnoxious as could be, at least when compared to the rest of the stores on the block. The door was painted a bright red, but it was somewhat worn by age. The store opened up during the 60s and it was still just as popular today.

Like the three bears, the store wasn’t a giant chain or a teeny tiny hole in the wall, it was just right. The walls were a muted turquoise, which you’d alway loved. Everyone seemed to think that neutral was the way to go but you’d always been a fan of in your face color - at least after your goth teen years.

Noise filled the air - not normal for this place - it was always on quiet side, but given the event you weren’t surprised. Seemed to be an equal amount of men and women, which made you feel a little better, not wanting to be outnumbered.

Since there was still a little time to waste before everything started, you figured there wasn’t any harm in looking for another book or two...or five. One of the first things you planned to put up in your new apartment was this scratch-off list, kind of like a lottery ticket, the listed nearly 200 classics. You'd read a lot of them before, but there were still some that you hadn’t, so maybe you could find one and pick it up before the nausea-inducing speed dating began.

After reading Good Omens, you’d been hankering for another Neil Gaiman book, so you slithered between the masses in the store toward the section in question. American Gods, Anansi Boys, Eternity’s Wheel, you weren’t sure which one to pick.

All - all was a good choice, right?

The colorful spines of the books called out to you, another one of Gaiman’s works. Your hand crawled along the edges of the nearby books, your hand just brushing up against someone else’s as you reached for The Graveyard Book. “Oh, sorry,” you said, staring up into the face of a beautiful stranger. He was thin and tall with delicate features, but he had a sharp jaw and deep set hazel eyes that were complemented by wavy brown hair. “I’m apparently on a Gaiman binge. Have you read any of his stuff before?”

“Yea,” he replied, eyeing the stack of books already in your hand. “American Gods, Good Omens and Eternity’s Wheel. I tend to read textbooks most of the time, but I’ve been told I should delve into more fun reading, so-”

He cut himself off and took the book off the shelf, offering it to you. “You saw it first.” Aw, gallant, too. “I’m Spencer by the way.”

“Y/N,” you said, extending your hand. “What brings you here? You live around here?”

Spencer glanced toward the tables set up for speed dating. “No, actually I lost a bet to two friends of mine and if I lost I had to go speed dating. Can’t say I’m all that comfortable with it.”

“Me either,” you laughed. “My friend Piper peer pressured me into it. I don’t drink but somehow she got me to agree to this.”

The owner of the store gave a five minute warning that speed dating was about to start. “So how long will it take you to read those?” He shifted on the balls of his feet, probably nervous, which you understood.

“Well, I have a few weeks off while I move apartments and start a new job, so these...probably four, five days.” You laughed, feeling every inch the nerd you were. “Been an avid reader since I was a kid. Why do you read textbooks though? Fiction is so much more fun.”

“I can read 20,000 words per minute and I’m always trying to absorb as much knowledge as I can. Helps with the work I do.”

“Which is?” He was cute and intriguing.

“I’m an FBI profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit at Quantico.”

And smart. Shit. There had to be something wrong with him. Dream guys like this didn’t grow on trees. “Impressive, Spencer. What’s your background in?”

He looked down at the ground, almost like he was embarrassed, speaking softly. “I have BAs in psychology, sociology and philosophy, as well as PhDs in mathematics, chemistry and engineering.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed. Really smart. Like stupid smart. “That’s amazing.”

“Really?”

“Of course!” How could that not be amazing? “Why?”

“It’s just that people normally think I’m a freak for having so many.”

You wanted to punch whoever made him feel that way. “Definitely not a freak, just insanely impressive considering you’re so young.” He couldn’t have been much older than you. Maybe five years at the most.

“I started college when I was 12.”

As the owner called out to start the most awkward dating experience known to man, you turned to Spencer. “Hey, would you maybe want to get out of here? Go grab a cup of coffee? I mean, we both had friends insist we come here, but we never said we actually had to go through with it.”

Tension fell from his shoulders, like he could finally be at ease. “I’d like that. I’m really not good at this whole date thing,” he said nervously. “Just a heads up.”

Both of you shuffled over to the register, so you could pay for your books. “Neither am I, don’t worry. I’d prefer to just magically be in a relationship and not have to work for it, you know?”

“Absolutely, so Y/N, what do you do for a living? What’s the new job?”

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed, well not embarrassed, intimidated. “It’s definitely not as fancy as FBI profiler. I have my master’s degree in English literature. I’m going for a PhD too, but to pay for the half of my doctorate that scholarship won’t, I’m teaching. First, it was an online course through a University in New Hampshire where I’d travel occasionally, even though I live her, but now I got a job at the local community college.”

“That’s awesome,” he said, seeming genuinely interested. “What’s the focus on your thesis?”

So few people asked you that. Most people’s eyes glazed over when you talked about books. Everyone except your mom. “Analyzing Othello through the lends of racism as it relates to the Elizabethan period.”

After handing the cashier your money, you and Spencer walked out together, talking about your favorite Shakespeare plays, when he bumped into someone. A muscular, equally tall black guy. “Hey, kid. Funny meeting you here. Aren’t you supposed to be fulfilling your end of the deal? You lose, you speed date?”

He was one of Spencer’s friends. That much was obvious. But Spencer looked 1001% done with his bullshit - whatever it was. “Y/N, this is my friend Derek Morgan. We work together at the FBI. Morgan, this is Y/N.”

“Well, hello, Y/N.” A charmer.

“Good to meet you,” you replied on a laugh. “Technically, he didn’t go speed dating. Neither did I and I promised my friend Piper I would, but...he is leaving with a date.” You grabbed Spencer’s hand, a jolt of something awesome moving through you at his touch. “We’re going for a cup of coffee now actually.”

“Yea, so as you see, I’m the one busy with a woman right now.” Morgan seemed quite the ladies man and Spencer looked mighty proud of himself right now. “See you tomorrow at work?”

“See you tomorrow,” Morgan replied, a note of surprise in his voice. “Nice to meet you Y/N.”

“You too. I sense we’ll be seeing more of each other.”

When you both walked away, you pulled The Graveyard Book out of your bag and handed it to Spencer. “You read this first. I think this date might go pretty well, but if you have this, then you have to return it to me and I’m guaranteed to see you again.”

Spencer smiled, his fingers tightening around yours. “I’ll have to thank Morgan for being a pain in my ass.”

“So, you lost a bet?”

“Yea, he bet I couldn’t go a day without spouting statistics and I lost. I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Piper just peer pressured me. Guess I’ll have to thank her too.”

The strong, heady scent of coffee began to fill your nostrils as you approached the cafe. When he opened the door, he seemed to finally catch a glimpse of your dress. “Wait, is that the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone on your dress?”

“Yup. I’m a Slytherin by the way.”

“Oh, you definitely won’t need a guarantee to see me again, as long as you want to, I think I’m smitten.”

Piper was going to get a big hug later. Maybe dinner. And lots of wine.

#cmbingo #cmbingo2020 #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #meet cute #dontshootmespence

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folded-irony-blade · 4 years

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So, I’ve been holding onto this girl for a while. She’s a fan troll.

I adopted her from SophiaBlackwood on Deviantart, and together we came up with a hella cool story for her, which I have adequately expanded in time.

At first, when I saw her, I thought she’d be best as a cobalt blood with that dress. Seemed a logical conclusion for me. But, I did some soul searching, and came up with something a whole lot better. At first, I thought she should be a Caprist.

She’s basically pretty chill with authority, doesn’t really protest government, or anything like that. Doesn’t give two fucks what the empire is doing, as long as she can go about her ways without problem. She exists in the present, and generally would like to keep it that way. Thoughts of the future, of inheriting her father’s empire of GRUB PATTY RESTAURANTS fills her with stress. Which brings us to...

Behold. The PATTY PATRIARCH.

This motherfucker right here, is the progenitor, and owner, of the PATRIARCH PATTY franchise of grubburger restaurants. They serve a plate of hot, fresh foodstuffs, harvested straight from the PATRIARCH PLANTATION, on which LIHZYE BORDNE, the aforementioned gothic lolita, lives.

Fields of GRUBBURGER PATCHES, GROUND STARCH LINK BUSHES, RED FRUIT ORB PIE TREES, and a FROZEN DAIRY DRINK GEYSER are characteristic of the PATRIARCH PLANTATION's general makeup. These wonderful delights, as well as others, are harvested around-the-clock by lowblood labourers, who get paid basically fucking nothing, to bring you the best in homegrown alternian foodstuffs.

The best part about it, is it's FREE. Go to any PATRIARCH PATTY location, and just order to your heart's content. The fees came in the TAXES which AUTOMATICALLY DEDUCTED directly from your bank account. Don't have a bank account? You probably noticed you're missing a fiver here, or there, every other day. That's part of the PATTY PATRIARCH'S guaranteed tax plan. He's the KING of patties, and he will take his dues.

Nobody knows where he lives. He's never on the plantation. If you're lucky, when you show up to a restaurant location, he might just zap on down for a visit. Do some clowning around, entertain guests, decapitate a couple lucky patrons for your entertainment, then he's gone before the drones can show up, leaving everyone with the experience of a lifetime.

Around the clock means around the clock. Bring some fucking sunscreen.

Lihzye Bordne is expected to inherit the PATRIARCH line. Which she wants absolutely fucking nothing to do with, because she has other interests.

Their lusus is a giant white Bullgator. Who occasionally feeds on labourers who have been worked to death.

The Condesce is fully aware of the existence of the Patriarch, and she sees him as a bit of a thorn in her side. Since he keeps showing up on Alternia, where adults are fucking forbidden. But she can't do jack shit about him, because where the fuck does he even go? She doesn't know. She has no idea what kind of teleportation technology he's using. She can't trace him. And she's basically given the fuck up, even though she gets taxed for his food too.

Not that it's much of a bother, since she has basically infinity money. She just makes occasional orders of PP food, to make herself feel better about how fucking helpless she is to stop this boy from clowning around.

If you pay the taxes, you are automatically entered in the PATRIARCH Lottery. If you win, you are not told you've won. You wake up in the middle of the day. Terrified. You hear the honking of clown shoes approaching. The door to your respiteblock opens slowly, creaking on its hinges. You tremble. Knowing the end is nigh. A clown has come to cull you, for funsies, or maybe to make some paint from your blood, or take you to clown church. This is it. THIS IS THE E-

The clown puts a paper bag on your bed, then gives you two jaunty, but careful, pats on the head, and quickly retreats, honking all the way. Your bed is wet. But you have survived this day.

The bag is a PATRIARCH MEAL. Extra Large.

Anyway, back to Lihzye.

Lihzye doesn't enjoy the whole 'oppressing the lower castes' thing, but isn't much of one to stand against it either. She occasionally culls particularly cute, or good looking lowbloods to add to her collection. Other times, she'll drag the corpses of those who've died from exhaustion, instead. Lihzye has a parlour full of dolls. Except those dolls are actually stuffed trolls. She takes these poor dudes, and dudettes, and drags them into her preparation room, where she drains their blood out, replaces it with Faygo-based preservatives, then dresses them up in custom-made dresses, gowns, and suits, before setting them up in her parlour. She talks to them. She reads to them. She grooms them, and makes sure they look as good as they did when they were alive, because gross dead looking dolls are nasty as fuck.

She sees this act as 'levelling the caste system'. Because 'we're all equal in death.' Occasionally, if she gets the chance, she'll add a mid, or high blood to her collection, as well, but that's rare. It almost takes getting people to donate their corpses to her directly.

She doesn't drink faygo straight. Instead, she prefers other, refined faygo-based drinks. She'll boil faygo down to its base components, soak tea leaves in the concentrated faygo juices and/or powder, then make faygo tea, using hot faygo water, which exists btw. Other times, she'll distill the sugary juice with wormwood into Faygo Absinthe, which she'll serve chilled, and drip cold faygo water over a cube of refined faygo sugar(sugar extracted from faygo), as you do when drinking Absinthe properly.

Her strife specubi is Hatchetkind. Hand-hatchets, and two-handed one-blade axes both fall into this category. Basically, any woodcutting axe.

Her name is based off of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizzie_Borden

Her chucklevoodoos don't work on living beings. Instead, if she were to ever use them, and directly defy imperial code restricting chucklevoodoo use, her ability is to mind control the dead. Thus making her parlour a small army of puppets. Her dead puppets have the full gammot of powers they had when alive. Thus giving her access, vicariously, to goldblood, blueblood, rustblood, etc powers, depending on who she has in her parlour.

#Homestuck #hs #fan troll #fantroll #fan #troll #alternia #alternian #oc #fc #lihzye bordne #lihzye #bordne

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krolock-in-the-snowlock · 4 years

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I watched Broadway’s Dance of the Vampires so you don’t have to

Ever wondered how bad the broadway version actually is? Now’s your chance to find out, my friend...

So about a month ago, I came across a bootleg of the broadway show and, because it was late and I am a Certified Idiot, I decided to watch it and write down my thoughts. Having heard how bad it was, I knew to expect a train wreck, but I had no idea just how much of a train wreck it was going to be until I pressed play and witnessed something that truly cannot be described in words.

I was originally just going to post my whole list of thoughts but it ended up being over 5000 words (many of which were me screaming NO and wHYYY) so I’ve put it in a separate post, so click that link if you want to read it in its entirety!

Instead, I’ve decided to do a (slightly) shorter summary of ‘highlights’, if they can really be called that, with a kind of silly score for each ‘category’. A review, if you will. I’m sure I’ll have missed some things, but this should hopefully at least give you an idea of what exactly they did to poor Tanz der Vampire. Still, I apologise for the length of this in advance - I just had a lot of thoughts, okay?

A quick disclaimer: While I have seen clips of producations of Tanz from various countries, I’ve only seen the whole production once - the Berlin bootleg from somewhere around 2009-11 - so I’ll mostly be comparing with that!

I know the broadway musical is a big taboo subject, so I’m not expecting many, if any, to actually read any of this. But if you ever wondered how bad it was and didn’t want to have to actually watch it, this post is for you!

So, without further ado…

The Characters: -7/10

Let me begin by saying that many of the characters bear almost no resemblance to the originals. The worst case, of course, is with Giovanni von Krolock. A cringeworthy caricature, his awful faux-Italian accent, terrible jokes and horrifying bat form make him the polar opposite of what Krolock is supposed to be. In my notes, I actually referred to him as Giovanni rather than Krolock, because this is not Krolock; where Krolock is mysterious, aloof, powerful, and occasionally slightly sarcastic, Giovanni is silly, makes puns in nearly every line, and commands no respect or fear whatsoever. I resent that I began to ironically enjoy mocking him by the time I’d finished watching it.

Alfred is absurdly confident and confrontational, and narrates everything he writes in his journal (and tbh is probably a closeted bi). Sarah now apparently has friends and is allowed to leave her room. Koukol doesn’t exist, and is replaced by a man that Krolock hypnotises, who sometimes acts like a dog. Herbert is French, ridiculously stereotypical, and there is a very poor attempt from Krolock at pronouncing his name in a French accent. The other characters are fortunately mostly the same as the originals, although not entirely.

The Music: 2.5/10

Oh, the music… how do I begin?

Long story short, it was generally horrible. Multiple songs were cut entirely, and others were mashed together into strange frankensongs. The opening song, for instance, is completely different (and was what immediately made me realise I’d made a terrible mistake in deciding to watch it). The lyrics were mostly not as interesting as the original German lyrics, and often had less syllables, so the songs often felt empty and drawn out.

Many of the songs had slightly different overall meanings/purposes to their German counterparts, and I though that songs like Total Eclipse and Invitation to the Ball were way too sappy and romantic, lacking any of the drama and tension of Totale Finsternis and Einladung zum Ball. Krolock had been so ridiculous the whole time that Die Unstillbare Gier sadly could never have worked, even if the lyrics had been better. The singing itself was actually pretty good from what I remember, which was the only thing that saved the music, but Krolock’s horrible accent ruined many of the songs he was in. There was so much potential for it to be good if they’d just done a faithful adaption…...

I could go on forever about the music (as I do in my full commentary) but that would probably need a whole new post! So instead let’s move on to…

The Costumes: 2/10

Boring. Sarah’s red ball gown is nice enough, but all of the other vampires’ costumes are painfully simple and poorly designed. Krolock lacks a cape for most of the musical (which is a crime), Herbert is dressed in a hideous bright blue coat and an aggressively yellow wig, and the finale costumes are just simple black leather coats. It all lacks any of the detail or, in Herbert’s case, sparkle, of any of the other versions of the costumes that I’ve seen. While I should probably note that this was in 2002, it is still noticeably simpler than other productions of Tanz around the same time. Krolock also lacks his usual makeup, and Herbert’s is just ugly. And Krolock’s top hat in the opening? Why???

The Staging: -5/10

When they aren’t dancing, most of the ‘staging’ is just the characters at opposite sides of the stage facing each other. It doesn’t matter what is supposed to be happening in the scene, or the message of the song; they just... stand there. Occasionally, if you’re lucky, the characters might stand next to each other, but such close proximity is a rare occurrence in Dance of the Vampires, saved mostly for Alfred or Krolock with Sarah or Herbert and, in a strange duet about books, Krolock and Professor Ambronsius.

Krolock does pretty much nothing in Die Unstillbare Gier, and the staging for Einladung zum Ball was very confusing, at least when they weren’t just standing still. Sarah’s bedroom inexplicably becomes a cloudy place with no floor, and it was never quite clear whether the scene was a dream or not. Considering the rest of the musical, either possibility is honestly equally likely. At one point at the start of the first act, Krolock literally rises out of the ground in a huge coffin. I could go on. Also the sponge Krolock gives Sarah is a fraction of the size of the one he gives her in the original, which I like to think is a metaphor for the broadway production itself.

The Sets: 3/10

While not accurate to any other versions at the time or since, a couple of the sets were admittedly quite pretty (though still not quite on Kentaur’s level). However, there was no inn structure for the first act, and some of the sets were quite limited. One of the most popular (and nicest) sets in the second act is a huge stairway covered in a frankly impractical number of candles.

In the finale, despite the characters on multiple occasions declaring that the story takes place in Transylvania in “18something”, the background is for some reason Times Square with all of its neon signs (which I’m pretty sure did most certainly not exist in the 1800s). Whether a huge location change and time skip of a couple hundred years has taken place or whether the directors and set designers finally gave up trying to make the story make sense, I have no idea.

Worst Moments:

I just had to include this section! These are only a few of the worst and/or most bizarre moments I could pick out. I’m sure there’s more that I forgot but here are some (read: quite a few) of my favourites:

Krolock, wearing a top hat, rising from the ground in a giant coffin before saying, “God has left the building”

Krolock appearing as a hideous animated bat thing

Sarah and her friends getting high on mushrooms in the opening

The fact that Sarah’s birthday is on Halloween at midnight during the total eclipse of the moon

Krolock offering Alfred a sponge shaped like a penis then slowly tilting it down when Alfred says no

Ambronsius decorating Sarah’s room in Halloween decorations to scare off Krolock

Krolock genuinely being convinced that Sarah is a literal princess until he visits her room

Krolock and Ambronsius harmonising about books together

The big grey winged gargoyle demons dancing on the bed during Carpe Noctem

Krolock repeatedly dressing in a big grey dress and pretending to be his own mother/wife/who even knows what

Alfred angrily threatening Krolock, followed by Krolock physically attacking Alfred (this happens on more than one occasion)

The nonsense ‘prophecy’ they randomly introduce

“I use my body as a bandage, I use my body as a wound” (and this is instead of “Ich will frei und freier werden, und werde meine Ketten nicht los”) WHAT DOES IT MEAN

Koukol-replacement saying, “Okay, here he is, the man you’ve all been waiting for, his excellency… the Count von Krolock!) and Krolock waving and pointing like a rockstar as he kisses people walking down the stairs to the ball

Krolock dramatically dying on the stairs at the end of the ball for a solid minute

The Good Parts

Surprisingly, there were a few redeeming features!

Firstly, the couple of songs where they kept things very similar to the source material (such as Knoblauch) were actually quite good at times. Unfortunately, this isn’t to say that they were necessarily good, but compared to the less faithful parts they were a nice surprise, even if Knoblauch was never my favourite song from Tanz.

The singing itself was generally pretty good too! I also hate to admit that I did at times find myself laughing a little at the awful jokes.

And... uhh...

...yeah, that’s about it...

Some Highlights From My Notes:

And finally, here are some out of context quotes from my notes that I feel sum up the musical quite well:

It sounds like he’s about to start a really sad rave

I was gonna roast the lyrics some more but I’m gonna be honest I’m not sure what he’s saying

This feels on the same level of what kind of acid trip hallucination parallel universe have I landed in as seeing the Cats film in the cinema

Is this actually Deadpool in disguise with all the fourth wall breaking

Crawford looks like he regrets everything and can I just say Michael so does everybody else

He looks like a potato or a rock or that neutral nicolas cage face that people put on the sequin cushion

This sounds like a poorly written Krolock/reader wattpad fanfic

Giovanni would highkey be like lol arent i so random rawr xd on myspace

He might as well have said, “Itsa me, Mario”

They’re just stood there like two pigeons aimlessly squawking at each other

Alfred is like a chihuahua with small dog syndrome barking at a bigger dog, except Giovanni is barely bigger and is a flea-infested Chinese Crested dressed in a cheap Halloween costume

The throne glides like a magic carpet only it doesn’t leave the ground so I suppose it’s actually more like a chair with wheels, which is much less exciting

He just stands there like a poorly-dressed rock

-22/10 would not listen again

Final Comments:

So, if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading and I hope that was somewhat informative and/or entertaining for you! It took me weeks to get through the whole musical because I couldn’t stand watching it for too long at a time, and maybe you can see why! Like I said at the start of this monster of a post, there’s probably a lot that I’ve forgotten to mention, so if you’re unfortunate enough to have seen any of this car crash of a musical, feel free to add your thoughts! :D

#tanz der vampire #dance of the vampires #watching the broadway production was a good 4 hours of my life that I’ll never get back #was it worth it?#honestly I’m not sure #but here we are

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aalissy · 5 years

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Masked Ball

Chapter 11 omg are we really this far into May?! We’ve got another one of my favorite chapters coming up for today haha. Hopefully you guys like it :). It includes a reveal that I hope I did justice as it’s my first time writing a reveal. A big thank you to my bffl Olivia for giving me ideas galor for this chapter haha.

AO3

Marinette carefully examined the dress that was situated atop her mannequin. Puffing out her cheeks she fluffed the light pink ruffles, making certain that everything flowed smoothly and that the butterfly she had painstakingly sewed on last night stayed upright. Smiling proudly she leaned back, brushing a stray strand of hair back into her ponytail annoyedly.

“Wow Marinette, this dress is gorgeous,” Tikki flitted around the ballgown, taking in all of the intricate details.

“Thanks so much, Tikki!” Marinette practically beamed with pride, “I’m wearing it to the masquerade later tonight.”

“It’d be hard for Adrien not to notice you in that dress,” the kwami teased.

“Can you imagine what it’d be like to share another dance with him,” the fashion designer sighed dreamily, collapsing into her chair.

“With you in that dress, I’m sure he’ll be falling all over himself to ask you to dance,” Tikki giggled.

“You really think so Tikki?” Marinette’s eyes sparkled with joy.

“I know so,” she winked, “Now why don’t you try it on?”

“I can’t,” the designer laughed, “I don’t wanna end up ruining it before the dance.”

“Oh but I want to see how beautiful you look in it,” Tikki pouted.

“You can see how I look in it in a few hours, alright?” Marinette chuckled, “But for now I have to get at least some of my homework done.”

“Alright... but be certain to wake me up before you go,” the kwami zipped into the girl’s open purse, curling up to take a quick nap.

Marinette watched the kwami disappear with a soft smile before groaning as she turned to her desktop and began working on her history assignment. Occasionally getting off task and staring dreamily at photos of Adrien, she was interrupted from her fantasies by the buzz of her cellphone.

Alya: Guuuurlll are you ready for tonight?!?! I cannot wait to see what your dress looks like!!

Marinette: I can’t wait to see yours either!! Omgggg I wanna see Adrien sooo badly 😍😍

Alya: Welllll you’ll be glad to know he’s coming then 😏so you’d better start getting ready now cause we know how late you can beeee 😉

Alya: I’ll be there in like an hour so you’d better be ready by then...

Her cheeks tinged a faint pink, Marinette grabbed her dress and raced downstairs to change. Taking her hair out of its usual pigtails, she brushed them into elegant curls and began struggling into her dress. Once she was effectively in the giant gown, she quickly curled her lashes and donned a light pink lipstick that matched her dress. Twirling back and forth in front of the small mirror she smiled happily at her reflection. If Adrien doesn’t fall for me tonight I’d be surprised, she thought to herself delightfully.

Upon exiting the bathroom she heard a surprised gasp from her mother, “Oh Marinette, you look so beautiful!”

“Thanks,” Marinette blushed, beaming happily, “Oh before I forget to tell you, Alya should be coming soon to walk with me to the party.”

“Alright dear. Now hurry along and get your mask so I can take a picture of the completed look.”

“Love you,” she kissed her mom’s cheek before rushing her way back up the stairs. Grabbing the pink lace mask that complemented her dress, she carefully tied the contraption around her eyes. “I almost feel like Ladybug,” she giggled quietly, before waking the slumbering kwami, “Tikki it’s almost time for me to go.”

The small bug popped her head up from Marinette’s purse, rubbing one big blue eye, yawning slightly, “Aww Marinette you look so pretty.”

“Thank you Tikki,” she kissed her forehead, “Sorry for waking you.”

“It’s alright. I’m just glad I got to see your finished look,” Tikki yawned once again before disappearing back inside Marinette’s purse.

Smiling tenderly at the adorable creature, she silently zipped up her purse before slipping her feet into some small pink heels. Tying a pearl necklace around her neck from her jewelry box she made her way back down to where her mother and father were awaiting her.

“You look so old,” her father cried out, before wrapping her up in a big hug.

“Papa! Stop,” she laughed, “You’re going to ruin my dress!”

“Sorry, sorry I just couldn’t help myself. You look beautiful,” he smiled tearfully at her.

She grinned softly at her parents as her mom took picture after picture before a loud knock was heard at the door. “That’ll be Alya,” she scrambled away from the blinding flashes and headed towards the door, “Goodbye!” she waved happily.

“Have fun and make good choices!” her mom shouted back at her.

Opening the door, Marinette saw a beaming Alya dressed in an orange dress adorned with a red fox mask. Not subtle at all, she giggled in her head as she stared at the girl.

“Wow! You look just like Rena Rouge,” she smirked at the girl as she stepped out into the hallway.

“Who, me? Look as cool as that superhero? Nah, no way,” Alya waved her comments off, “Let’s talk about your dress instead because girl it is beautiful! Did you make it yourself?”

“I did indeed,” she glanced down shyly at her own dress as the two girls made their way downstairs and outside.

“You’re honestly so talented! You gotta make my wedding dress for me when I get married.”

“Oh I thought that was already a given,” Marinette laughed, bumping her shoulder with Alya’s.

“Are you excited to see Adrien,” Alya teased as they both entered the school, following the pumping music down to the gymnasium.

“Of course! I wonder what he’s going to wear. Will I even be able to spot him with his mask on?” she gushed as the two entered the loud room.

“Girl I’m pretty certain you could spot Adrien from miles away,” Alya shouted over the thrum of the bass, “Now I’m going to see if I can find Nino. Apparently he’s DJing tonight!”

“Ok! I’ll meet up with you two after I get some punch!” Marinette shouted back as the two both went their separate ways. Making her way through the rows of dancing teens the fashion designer finally arrived at the bowl. Grateful for some small relief from the loud music she began pouring herself a drink. Suddenly Marinette felt a familiar, warm presence appear behind her. Smirking to herself she realized within seconds who the figure was, “What are you doing at a masquerade, kitty?”

The person behind her didn’t respond for a while and Marinette frowned in confusion. Did she get it wrong? Was this not in fact Chat Noir? Nibbling on her lip nervously, she was just about to turn around and apologize when the boy leaned in, whispering directly into her ear, “Can’t a cat come and visit his favorite purrincess?”

Smirking she turned around, punch in hand, to stare at the blonde with bright green eyes that were partially hidden by a black mask decorated with silver detailing. No, she had definitely not gotten it wrong. Only Chat would call her princess and show up with a costume so similar to his own. Glancing down at his black suit adorned with a red and black spotted tie she laughed, “Not exactly being subtle now, are you?” she raised a delicate eyebrow at him.

“No one’s recognized me yet,” he chuckled at her.

“I did,” Marinette smirked at the black cat.

“Yes but you’re the only exception,” he winked at her before extending a hand out to her as the music suddenly became softer and slower, “Would you care to dance?”

“Well I promised Alya I would meet up with her as soon as I got punch and...” she wiggled the drink in her hand as a silent continuation of her sentence.

“I don’t think she’s going to mind very much,” Chat motioned his head over to the girl who was currently wrapped up in Nino’s arms.

Marinette laughed, “I suppose you’re right,” she put her cup back on the table before taking his hand, smiling softly up at him, “So yes I would care to dance.”

“Purrfect,” the cat purred at her as he began leading her around the dance floor. Swaying slowly together Marinette placed her head on Chat’s shoulder as the two began their slow dance. “Have I told you yet how absolutely amazing you look in that dress,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine.

“No but it never certainly never hurts to hear a compliment every once in a while,” she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Well then you look amazing... absolutely purrfect,” Chat purred down at her, grinning widely.

“You don’t look too shabby yourself,” Marinette laughed, “Seeing as how I’ve only ever seen you in one outfit.”

“And I look pawsome in that one outfit, thank you very much,” the superhero said offendedly.

“Of course you do,” she patted his chest, attempting to soothe his ruffled ego.

“I happen to know you like that outfit,” Chat leaned in, smirking at her.

“Oh yeah?” Marinette smirked back, “How do you figure?”

“I’ve saved you in it more than enough times,” his eyebrows wiggled up.

“You’re insufferable,” Marinette laughed, pushing his chest back.

As he stumbled back from her small shove, he pouted at her, “Are you suggesting you don’t love my everyday suit?”

She rolled her eyes at the superhero, smiling softly at him, “I never suggested anything of the sort,” as he took back her hand to resume their slow dance Marinette added quietly, “You know I do like your suit right?”

“I know.”

The two both closed their eyes, lost in the arms of the other person until the music suddenly shifted back to its previous loudness. Marinette’s eyes popped open as she stepped out of Chat’s arms, who seemed to be staring at her almost longingly. She grinned at the boy as she gestured to her best friend, “Thanks for the dance Chat Noir, though I think I should probably give Alya her punch now.”

“Thank you for allowing me the chance to dance with you,” he bowed elegantly causing her to giggle.

Waving goodbye to the adorable cat, she poured Alya a glass of punch as she made her way up to the front where her best friend was watching Nino. “Brought you some punch,” Marinette shouted over to the girl, handing her the pink liquid.

“Thank you!” Alya threw herself into Marinette’s arms, almost spilling the drink, “I’ve been dying of thirst!”

Marinette laughed, pushing the girl out of her arms, “Gotta keep my best friend hydrated don’t I,” she winked at Alya.

Taking the drink gratefully, the reporter drank the entire cup in three large gulps. Wiping her mouth off she glanced at Marinette teasingly, “So how have you been? I saw you dancing with Adrien... How did that go?”

“I... wha...?” Marinette blinked at Alya confusedly. When had she danced with Adrien?

“Like two seconds ago you and Adrien were slow dancing. I was so proud of you! You didn’t need my help or anything this time!”

“That wasn’t Adrien,” she frowned at Alya.

“Uh... yes it was,” her best friend frowned back at her, “The perfect blonde hair, bright green eyes, suit perfectly tailored to match his figure. Yep definitely Adrien Agreste.”

“I... huh...?” Marinette stuttered again, searching around for the boy who she had thought was Chat Noir.

“Who did you think it was?” Alya questioned, staring at her friend confusedly.

“C-can you hold my drink for a second?” she thrust her cup into Alya’s hand as she spotted the boy getting a snack at the refreshment table. Picking up her gown she rushed to the refreshment table, ignoring Alya’s indignant shouts. Nibbling her lip nervously, she tapped the boy’s shoulder, “A-Adrien?”

He turned around, bright green eyes staring down at her curiously, “Yeah?”

Marinette’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at Adrien. The music faded away as all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. The next second later there was no sound as her heart dropped and she began reconciling the boy in front of her as Chat Noir. The same boy she had turned down on multiple occasions as Ladybug in favor of pursuing him. Or not him? She shook her head in confusion as she stuttered out, “I... you... wha?”

Adrien frowned in confusion before he flinched, “I, um, I think we need to talk.”

Adrien grabbed onto her arm and yanked her out of the gymnasium, leading her to a quiet hallway close by. As he began pacing and muttering to himself, Marinette was unable to hold back her giggles shaking her head, “It’s you. Of course it’s been you.”

“I don’t know what you mean Marinette,” he turned to her, blatantly lying.

A few seconds later and she threw herself into his arms, kissing him firmly on the lips, “I love you too, my silly kitty.”

“I... you... huh... what?” Adrien stuttered, his eyes bulging out, “Marinette, I um, I think you have the wrong idea.”

“Only Chat Noir calls me princess,” Marinette smirked, “So how could you have known that nickname without being him?”

Adrien deflated, “You can’t tell anyone ok? No one knows but you and if Ladybug finds out I’m...”

He was cut off by Marinette’s voice, “Ladybug’s already found out.”

“She has? Why didn’t she ever tell me then?” he frowned, muttering and pacing to himself once again.

Marinette merely slapped a hand to her forehead, “Are you completely forgetting something important that happened just now?”

“Why? What do you mean?” Adrien turned to her, “And how do you know Ladybug knows?” Marinette merely laughed again, burying her face in her hands. “Marinette?” the model placed a hand on her shoulder confusedly.

“We’re both idiots!” her head popped up out of her hands, “We must have been blind!”

“Marinette, are you ok?” Adrien asked her slowly.

“I’m fine! I’m fine,” she waved him off, “But Adrien I just said I love you too. Now have you ever told Marinette you love her?”

“No...” he said in confusion before his eyes widened and he breathed out that same word once again, “No.” Marinette merely nodded, smirking at him playfully before she let out a yelp as she was swooped up into the boy’s arms. Adrien spun her around happily causing her to giggle once again at his enthusiasm. “It’s you! It’s you! I can’t believe it’s you! I’m the luckiest cat in the world!”

“And I’m the luckiest Ladybug,” she managed to say before she was placed on the ground and was suddenly kissing the boy she had loved for so long.

“I love you, Marinette.”

“I love you too, Chat.”

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marvelmadam08 · 5 years

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The Princess & The Nomad (12)

With your hypnosis gone and your identity fully known, you and Steve reunite and pick you right where your left off. But with The Avengers disbanded and a new danger looming in the future, what’ll keep everything from falling apart?

Summary: Steve meets Odin, and you learn the real reason he exiled you. And the team has to make a quick detour to Scotland.

Warnings: Mentions of Thor Ragnarok, jealous Steve

The sea air filled your nose when your feet touched the gravel, that and the smell of wet grass relaxed you a bit. Steve and Nat walked with you along the empty shoreline, Sam stayed behind to guard the ship.

"Is it just me or does everything look... wet?" Nat asked

"It's rainy season." Steve chuckled, before turning to you "Any clue as to where he his?"

You took a deep breath and scanned the area, you eyes landing on a cliff not too far away. You could feel Odin's calming aura settled at the top "There."

"You sure?"

"Sixty percent." You matched forward, Nat joining alongside you, Steve trailing behind a few feet. The gravel crunched beneath your feet.

"Should we have gotten the climbing gear from the jet?" Nat asks Steve

"No, I can get you two up there." You answered before him

Nat smiled softly "Meeting the All Father, I feel like I should've worn a gown."

"He was wearing a cardigan sweater when I met him. You're fine." You chuckle before sneaking a glance back at Steve "How's he been? Honestly?"

"Steve's... He's been better. After the falling out with Tony he beat himself up pretty bad about it." She whispered to you "And then when he got the call the other day- When he didn't hear anything about Tony in the news he let it slide. I think a part of him was hoping that Tony called to make amends."

"No that was me, I found the phone he gave Tony."

"You were with Stark?" Steve spoke up "You know I can still hear you even if you whisper. How'd you end up with Tony for a month?"

Something about his tone felt off to you. Almost offended that you reached out to Tony before him.

"I found him at the compound. He was the only one who stayed in place." You added that last part under your breath but Steve still heard it

The three of you stood at the bottom of the cliff, it was at least a fifty foot drop, if the fall didn't kill you the rocks at the bottom would.

"How do you plan on getting us up there?" Nat squints at the top, the small amount of sunlight getting in her eyes

You twirl your hands around, blue smoke wrapped around Natasha's legs and torso and started to lift her to the top to the cliff.

"If you drop me I'll kill you."

"Relax I've done this plenty of times." You smile "Never this high though. Or with an actual person."

You heard Nat swear in Russian and giggled a bit.

"How's Tony doing?" Steve stood closer to you now

"He's doing good, he and Pepper are planning for their wedding even though they don't have a date. He took on a protege, I haven't met him yet."

"You know if I could've stayed, I would've."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not blaming you for protecting Bucky." You spoke to him but kept your eyes on Nat, she was nearing the top, reaching out for the edge

"What were you and Bucky talking about when you showed up? In the study."

Your concentration slipped slightly and so do Nat. "Hey, watch it!"

"Sorry!" You called back "Bucky was just catching me up on things. And I asked him if he remembered anything else from his time with Hydra."

"And?"

"He doesn't." You avoid casting your eyes down in shame, partly because you weren't a child even though Steve was treating you like one and you still had to keep an eye on Nat "It was just a question Steve, no need to get defensive."

"I'm not getting defensive."

'Will you two shut up.' Nat said over the comms when she got high up enough 'Before she flings me over the cliff.'

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize." Steve says to you

"I was talking to Nat."

The two of you were quiet until you had to lift him next. You were a bit rougher with him than Nat, not that he couldn't take it. Once he was perched on the cliff you flew up, landing gracefully on your toes next to him.

"You okay there Stevie?"

"Never better." He gives you a mischievous grin, his eyes flicker to your ass as you walked forward

Odin sat on a flat tree stump, facing away from you, Steve and Nat. He looked over the small town down at the bottom.

"Grandfather?"

He turned to you with a welcoming smile. "I'd wonder when you show. And you've brought companions."

"I hope you don't mind." You moved to kneel in front of him, Steve raised an eyebrow, confused "How are you?"

"Not dead, so all is well for the time being." He smiles and reaches out to hold your hands "My apologies for leaving so abruptly. Why are you kneeling? A Queen needn't bow."

"I'm not a Queen yet, Grandfather." You stood anyways

"Yet is the key word, Rayna."

You smiled. "I'd like you to meet my friends." You signaled for Steve and Natasha to come over "This is Natasha and Steve."

“Friend?” Steve raised an eyebrow at you

“You know what I mean.” you held his hand in yours

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Nat smiled

“Thank you for looking after my granddaughter, and occasionally my first born son.” Odin chuckled

"(Y/N) has certainly been a change of pace." Steve kissed the top of your head

You gave a small smile and moved to sit on the ground next to him. Steve, who didn't let go of your hand sat next to you and Nat stood off to the side. You look out over the lively but calm movement of the town. The fishermen were pulling in their latest catches of the day, a small trio of friends were sitting outside a small cafe, and watching children chasing behind a dog with an old boot in its mouth.

“It’s beautiful here.” you turned your head up towards Odin, taking in the smile on his face and the peace you felt radiating off him. Tears gathered in your eyes “Will this really be the last time I see you? I’ve only just met you- the real you- and I don’t think I’m ready to let that go.”

Odin gives you hand a tight squeeze “One can only hope the fates allow us more time.”

“Well maybe you can come back with me? Or I could stay here and look after you?”

“I wouldn’t wish to cause any more distress on your life than I already have.”

“How generous of you.” Steve said under his breath, you whipped your head around to gawk at him

“Really? Is now the best time to do this?”

Steve opened his mouth to speak again when Nat cut him off.

“Maybe we should go check on Sam, back at the jet.” she said pointedly, he didn’t argue as he followed behind her

You waited until they were both a good enough distance away before you started speaking again.

“I’m sorry for that.”

“I’m afraid he’s right, you’ve suffered because I could not get over my pride. Or my fear.”

“Fear of what?” he didn’t respond “Grandfather?”

“I feared your birth would bring about Ragnarok, the end of Asgard.”

“You shook your head in disbelief “Ragnarok? It’s a myth, legend, it’s a story parents tell their children.”

“Are gods not the same?” he sighed “Asgard was on the brink of war with the Giants and Surtr. And the winter to come was bound to be harsh, and the longest one we’d endure.”

“All the signs of Ragnarok, you thought I would cause it?”

“No, Hela. My first born, The Goddess of Death. She helped me conquer the nine realms and we ruled together until I realized she was becoming raged by power. I cast her away to Hel, but I fear once I am no longer here, she will be free.”

You remained unresponsive for a moment, the first bit of information still taking a minute to fully process.

“Then Heimdall foresaw your birth, The Goddess of Life. And the following morning your mother came to me, seeking a safe haven.” Odin looked down at his hands “I believed that if any two beings could bring about the end of Asgard it would be The Goddess of Life and Death. I took every precaution I could in order to prevent Ragnarok, but it is destined.”

“I- I don’t know which to address first.” you took a deep breath “Who else knows about Hela?”

“Neither your father or Loki know about her, I told Frigga about her. Gave me a bruise the size of an apple once I did. But no one else.”

You smiled at the thought of Frigga hitting Odin, possibly with a shoe or book. She must’ve been an amazing woman to have put up with Odin and all his misdoings over the years.

“I don’t want to destroy Asgard.”

“I know, my assumptions were wrong. The end of Asgard was never going to be at your hand.”

“I have to go back, I have to warn everyone.” You jumped up from the ground and started pacing “But Heimdall is... I can’t get back.” you look up to the sky “They’ll all die.”

“No.” Odin stood “You father is a mighty warrior, if any one can find a way to save the people of Asgard, he can.”

“But where will they go? Without Asgard-”

Odin smiled at you before wrapping his arm around you shoulder. “Asgard isn’t a place, it’s a people. Now I believe your friends are waiting for you.”

You looked down the small slope of the hill, Steve and Nat were standing at the bottom, clearly arguing, you could see the vein in Steve’s neck popping from where you stood.

“I can’t leave now, what about you? What about Hela? And please don’t leave me with a cryptic Norse riddle, my head can only take so much right now.”

He chuckled “Come back for tea, perhaps I can teach you the proper way to play chess.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” you pulled him in for a hug “I’ll be back Grandfather.”

“I look forward to it, Rayna.”

Odin returned to his spot on the flattened tree stump and you strolled down towards Steve and Nat, whose conversation had become silent when they saw you approaching.

“Please don’t stop on my account.”

“Are you okay? Did he like hand you the throne?” Nat gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze

“Not exactly, I can fill you guys in on the way back to Wakanda.”

They looked to each other, knowingly and concerned. Steve scratched at his chin “Yeah, about that.”

“What’s wrong?”

“How would you like to see Scotland?” Nat asks you after a brief moment of silence

“What’s in Scotland?”

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gt-adventures · 6 years

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An Enchanted Adventure Part 3: In Which Jack Purchases Some Ingredients for a Spell [sfw, all ages, fantasy adventure comedy]

[Giants and Dragons and Wizards oh my! This story is set in the world of the Enchanted Forest Chronicles BUT You DO NOT need to know what The Enchanted Forest Chronicles is to read this. Just know it is a kinda fun fairytale trope filled world! No content warnings that I can think of. Not even strong language! ]

You can also read it on deviantart HERE (links to previous parts: 1, 2 ) This part has less GT than the previous two but more will come!

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“Who will help the dragons?”

“The King! The King! The King of the Enchanted Forest” proclaimed the chipmunk from Kendria’s head.

Jack blanched, was frozen for five whole seconds before disappearing into the tall grass, holding their hands and rocked back and forth.

“Hey, Jack,” Kendria, moving into their space to put her hand on their shoulder, the chipmunk ran down her arm to sniff at their ear.

“Wuh, we’re in the Enchanted Forest.” they muttered. “We’re in the Enchanted Forest!” they screamed, and leaned forward into the dirt to continue screaming.

“Are you, alright?” Kendria asked.

In an instant Jack stood up, a serene look on their face. “Nope, but we’re never getting out of here alive so it doesn’t matter how I feel.”

“Unless,” said Jack, and put their face right up to the chipmunk who squeaked, “You know a way out”

The chipmunk took a few steps back before answering “Out? Out of the forest? No, never been out! Know people! Know people who have!”

“Then,” Jack smiled, “can you take us to them?”

It chewed it’s paw and cleaned it’s face a few times, “Shouldn’t help, what if! What if the king finds out!”

Kendria pouted “oh pretty please, we mean no harm and all you will do is lead us to someone. Will you do it for me?” her years of training powering the shimmer in her eyes and the quiver of her lips.

The chipmunk beamed at the princess “oh, oh I cannot, cannot say no to you!” it said, and leapt to the ground, “this way! This way!” and ran off.

Following the chipmunk was very difficult. It couldn’t be seen in the grass, just the twitching of the foliage. Occasionally it would crawl up a rock or a log and would be tapping its feet when the humans caught up. The trek was especially hard on Kendria. Jack had boots, Kendria had slippers. Jack wore leather armor and underneath it was fabric so tough it might as well be leather too. Kendria had on her satin nightgown, barely. It caught onto every thorn and twig and sharp rock protrusion it could find. Jack had gloves which, Kendria suspected magically, gripped onto every surface. Kendria’s hands were soon more bloody than not.

“Dammit,” spat Kendria as her gown found another patch of bramble. She pulled and it ripped up to her mid thigh, and she tumbled to the ground.

Jack rushed to her side to help her up and then examined her leg. She pushed them away.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you didn’t get pricked by a thorn, I don’t want you falling into an eternal sleep” they said.

“I’m not cursed!” Kendria fumed, “No dark fairies attended my naming day, but thanks for your concern.”

“My concern is not for you, I didn’t want to deal with a curse.”

“Then I rescind my thanks, I wish I was cursed!” Kendria tried to kick Jack but they dodged out of the way easily.

A loud cawing from above stopped their bickering. A crow was circling overhead. There wasn’t any doubt that it was marking their location.

Swiftly, they under a tree, out of site from anyone flying.

“How long can we go undetected?” Kendria asked.

“Without magic? Not very long. I do know a concealment spell but it takes time and ingredients, ingredients that I don’t have!”

“Then we have to get out, I don’t suppose you have a map in your bag and just forgot about it?”

Jack shook their head, “I know what’s in my bag, and regardless, making maps of this place is a pointless endeavor. The forest is constantly moving and shifting.”

That was just great. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She was supposed to be safe and sound at the giant’s castle waiting for rescue. But she was hunted by dragons, possibly a king, lost in a dangerous magical forest from which it was impossible to escape, and to top it off her clothes were falling apart! As tears came to her eyes Kendria couldn’t look at Jack anymore, she rounded to the other side of the tree to have a good sob.

“Jack, was that there before?”

Jack ran over and Kendria pointed down the hill to a cottage that rested on wheels. The surprise and interest on their face was their answer.

“I’ve heard, and this is only a rumor, that the forest sometimes moves things to where they are needed,” they said.

“So, were we brought to the cottage, or was the cottaged brought to us?” Kendria asked, crouching down along with Jack.

“Either way, we should check it out,” and Jack started to make their way down the hill, but Kendria held them back.

“What if it’s an evil witch who will stuff us into her oven!” she warned.

Jack rolled their eyes, “It ain’t made of candy.” but they slowed down and stayed low. Kendria mimicked their movements, but wasn’t nearly as graceful.

As they neared the cottage it became clear it was not inhabited by a human. It would be a perfect play house for a child of about 7 or 8. One of the wheels was broken, and around were signs of semi-permanence. One hundred feet from the cottage was a boarder of stones, which were also used to mark off a garden and a path up to the door. Both the garden and the cottage were explosions of colors. Once they reached the stones they could read the words painted on the roof.

‘OTTO’S ODDITIES OPEN 7 DAYS A WEEK. MOSTLY’

Not a witch. They both breathed enormous sighs of relief and stood up in synch. Jack lead the way up to the door and knelt down. They looked at Kendria before knocking on it.

After a few seconds the door was opened by a wood elf. A handsome fat little fellow with blue-brown skin, black hair in a tight ponytail, an impeccably kept mustache, dressed in a brightly colored suit with many pockets. He looked Jack up and down, his long ears twitching, then he spotted Kendria and his hears and face fell. He sighed deeply.

“Welcome to Otto’s Oddities,” he said in monotone disappointment, “I do not offer advice on quests, nor to I give out quest items. You’ll have much more luck with a dwarf or a gnome, have a nice day.”

Jack’s hand stopped Otto from closing the door.

“Actually, we aren’t on a quest,” said Jack, “but we are looking for oddities.”

“And clothes!” called Kendria, “Do you have clothes?”

Otto’s ears perked up and his face brightened considerably, “Then you need not look any further my human friends! For Otto’s Oddities has everything! Please, come in, come in, and forgive my initial rudeness,” He stepped aside and welcomed them inside. They had to crawl on their hands and knees but they fit through the door.

Unremarkable from the outside, the inside was sprawling. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and the rest filled with asieles of, well, everything. Display cases nearly bursting jewelry, tables piled high with scrolls, barrels filled with unidentifiable substances both liquid and solid, and shelves straining under the weight of potions, pottery, boxes, armor, weapons, and more.

And yet, when Kendria and Jack stood up, her head nearly brushed the ceiling, and Jack had to bend over slightly.

“So, clothes!” said Otto, staring up at Kendria.

“Yes, please,”

“We have several outfits for the amateur adventurer!” he said

“Oh, I’m not adventurer, I’m a princess, I need a dress.”

Otto seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle, eyes twitching, fingers twisting around each other into strange shapes. Then he snapped his head in the direction of one of the aisles to the left and screeched:

“PAY FOR IT FIRST” his eyes bulged. He blinked before turning back to Kendria “#*&@ing thieves,” he muttered.

“I can’t,” he took a breath, “I can’t in good conscious sell you a dress that will, if you are lucky, last until the end of the next day.”

The elf was right. Kendria looked down at the remains of her gown. She couldn't even lift it up daintily without being arrested for public indecency. She followed Otto into the maze of clothing racks.

“Please, take your time,” he said, presenting the long aisle of browns and muddied red and green clothing. Then he handed her a small vial, “and take this, for your hands.”

“Oh, thank you! How much-”

“On the house miss, I don’t like blood on my merchandise.”

He sped off before Kendria could thank him.

----

The amount of odds and ends stuffed into this place was almost concerning. Strike that. It was concerning. But Jack wasn’t one to question how others came by their hordes, not when most of their own came to them through dubious means at best.

This place was something else though. While organized by type and usage, it was very general. Several displays were piled so high with junk they were staying intact by spite. Or magic. Probably magic.

For the moment Jack forgot what they were looking for. They were surrounded by stuff, and no one was watching them. They didn’t even look as their hand snagged something small off of a shelf and slipped it into their bag.

PAY FOR IT FIRST came the bellowing voice of the elf. How had he known!? Jack grumbled but put the object back. In the same… general area.

*cough* Jack spun around, and there was Otto, standing with his hands behind his back.

“Can I help you?” his voice dripping poison.

Jack knelt so that they were eye to eye. “Yeah, I’m looking for spell components, possibly rare ones.”

Otto narrowed his eyes and his ears folded back. “It is policy for me to ask what you intend to do with these components.”

“I’m not going to enchant the girl.”

Otto nodded, “follow me.”

They went to the complete opposite side of the store.

“Aisle 1 is powders and liquids” barrels piled with a rainbow of powders of varius granule size stood across shelves with vials and bottles of swirling substances.

“ Aisle 2 is runes and diagrams” this comprised of drawers with labels on them “you must ask me to unlock one if you want to examine the contents”

“Aisle 3 is… thingamajigs”

And he sped off again.

---

Jack didn’t need any help finding what they needed, though it took a while. Long enough that Otto was able to make hurried adjustments to Kendria’s outfit. Otto thanked the gods for his magical sewing machine.

Once Jack brought their haul Otto calculated the price. And Jack’s heart stopped. They didn’t have any money. And the princess definitely didn’t.

Otto blew up and threatened to throw them out, Kendria in the buff.

“How about a trade!” Kendria said.

Jack glared at Kendria, clutching their bag. She was not about to make them give up any of their possessions. She didn’t even know what they had, and they wanted to keep it that way.

But Kendria removed her necklace. The one she had stolen from Dobbilan.

Otto snatched it up.

“This will cover the outfit, but those components are pricey,” he said, pocketing the necklace and looking Kendria in the eyes.

No. Looking at her ears. She hesitated but removed her earrings and placed them on the counter. They were given to her on her 16th birthday by her fairy godmother. They were made of fairy’s gold and had feycut emeralds.

Otto took out a magnifier and examined the gems. The sharp intake of breath told Jack that they more than covered the cost.

“You have a d-”

“Wait,” said Jack, “We need some basic supplies too. Surely the earrings are worth a couple sleeping bags and rations?”

Otto grumbled a “yes”, and fetched them two very bare bones adventuring packs which Jack dropped into their mysterious bag that could hold everything.

“Good thinking!” said Kendria as they were being shoved out the door.

“Thanks for shopping! Please come again!” and the door slammed on both their behinds.

They traveled a short ways until Jack decided that they were in a good spot to cast the spell. It next to a a large rocky outcrop.

Kendria watched enraptured by the process, but couldn’t see how any of the steps contributed to hiding them. Eventually Jack handed her 3 pinches of powdered Nightshade claw topped with a single drop of mimic blood. She was instructed to stand on a lattice pattern they had made with some chicken bones inscribed with runes, which somehow didn’t crack under her feet.

They said the magic words and Kendria repeated them. And they were engulfed in black smoke which tasted and smelled of nothing. Not the absence of taste or smell, but the concept of nothing. In fact, for an instant, Kendria knew she was nothing.

And then they were back, every component was gone. There weren’t even indentations in the grass left by the bone lattices.

“That will keep us hidden for about 6 hours, I suggest we sleep.” Jack said. It was indeed past sundown.

“I’ll take first watch,” they said.

They ate some of the rations, setting up a small fire and their bedrolls under the rocky outcrop. Kendria hadn’t realized how long it had been since her last meal, but stopped herself from devouring all of her food. She had no nightgown to change into, so she just took off her leather armor, crawling into her bedroll in her normal, rough, clothes.

She thought she would have trouble getting to sleep. Even with Jack keeping watch and the spell in effect. Especially with Jack keeping watch. They weren’t trustworthy, they could leave her there! But she was also exhausted and she fell unconscious in a few minutes.

---

Jack looked at the sleeping princess. In sleep there was no sign of stress on her face. No tension. They wished they could say the same. They may be hidden, but they were not invisible.

Invisible.

Jack walked over to a nearby tree and sat down, placing their bag next to them. They stuck their hand in and visualized the desired object, which fell into their hand a moment later.

Taking it out Jack held up the ring, letting it reflect the dimming fire light. They would need to replenish it soon. It wasn’t cold out, but the night wasn’t exactly warm either.

The ring was incredibly intricate. Braided from gold and platinum as thin as pixie hair into a mobius. And magic. Buttloads of magic.

If the guild’s sources were correct, this was a Gyges Ring. It was what Jack had been after at Dobbilan’s, but they hadn’t been able to confirm it, and they still couldn’t. If it wasn’t real, they hoped the dragon egg would make up for their failure. Otherwise they would be blacklisted. They put the ring back into the bag. If it was a Gyges Ring, it would reek of magic. Most people couldn’t sense it, but anyone who could wasn’t someone you wanted to meet.

Jack wasn’t sure how they were going to explain the princess. Maybe the guild could ransom her?

They sighed and walked back to the relative safety of the rocks and threw another hunk of wood on the fire.

---

A boot in her side was Kendria’s rude awakening. She blinked in the dimming firelight to scowl up at Jack.

“Your turn,” Jack hissed.

Before going to sleep Jack re-cast the Hiding Enchantment. Recasting was easier than the initial enchanting. It only took the smallest pinch of Nightshade Claw on one’s eyelids and reciting a short couplet.

Kendria had never been on watch before, she hoped she would be able to stay awake.

First she warmed herself by the fire, and imagined stories forming from the lively embers. Dances at balls, perfectly choreographed, and betrayals of love.

Next she took a piece of chalk from one of Jack’s pouches and scribbled all over the rock, at least wherever the light hit it enough to see.

Now she was bored and in danger of falling asleep in front of the warm fire. She wondered if she could stay awake by getting so close that it hurt, but it hurt too much. She needed something to occupy her time.

She spotted Jack’s bag.

The bag that looked too small to hold a dragon egg. Too small to hold everything else they had pulled out and put in, including their armor and the adventuring packs. It all fit in there somehow. It couldn’t hurt to to just, open it! And see what else Jack had.

She sat in front of the fire, bag in her lap, and she opened it.

It was completely dark inside, but it was dark outside too.

She reached inside.

It happened fast. She screamed as her arm was pulled up to her shoulder, her other hand gripping the outside of the bag for dear life, but it was too strong and she fell inside.

There was no up. No down. No left and no right. No warm no cold. No sound and no light. She knew she was still screaming but nothing reached her ears but her own heartbeat. Was there even air? Or was it just more nothing. How long could she stay like this?

All she could do was lie there, in the nothing, and cry. Her tears hung onto her eyes unless she shook them away.

Then something grasped her foot and pulled. Pulled her out of the bag and onto the cold hard ground.

The dim firelight was as bright as a sun compared to the void and the return of gravity made the world spin. Real air stung her lungs as she gasped and coughed. Blinking she looked up into Jack’s fearsome visage, the firelight flickering menacingly.

“I’m, I’m sorry”

“Sorry! You went through my things!”

“So!? Most of it isn’t even rightfully yours!”

Jack stomped their feet and clenched their fists, “Actually it is! I don’t carry around everything I’ve stolen.”

Kendria looked at the ground, a few tears hitting the ground.

“Not only that, you knew the bag was magical! And yet you touched it!” Jack growled, “What a foolish thing to do. Don’t princesses get taught anything useful!?”

Dirt dug under her fingernails as Kendria gripped the forest floor, her hold body was shaking. /no. We don’t. I’m lucky to know what little magic I know/ And she cried. Not loud and pathetic as she had been trained, but deep and quiet.

“You’re better off just ditching me,” she said.

“What!?” cried Jack.

“I’m just a liability! I’m pathetic and useless while you’re skilled and knowledgeable!”

Jack knelt down next to her and took her face in one of their hands, forcing her to look at them.

“I can’t just leave you here to die!” they said, taking time for each word.

Kendria hit their hand away, how dare they touch her!

“And why not!”

“Because…” Jack looked like they were about to say something but decided against it “Because I stole you! It would tarnish my reputation if something I stole got damaged or lost!”

Kendria couldn’t tell if they were joking.

Jack took her wrist and pulled her to her feet “Come one, neither of us is going to get any more sleep, we might as well keep moving”

They packed up their things and put out the fire.

“Do you think we will make it out of here?” asked Kendria.

“With my brains and your good looks we are sure to prevail!”

If it was slow going in the daytime, they were reduced to a snail’s pace at night. Kendria’s new boots and armor helped a great deal. She wasn’t tip toeing around or getting stuck and scraped with every step. But they couldn’t see. If the moon was out they couldn’t tell, the forest was so thick.

But eventually the sun began to rise and even through the canopy, warmed the weary travelers.

“Did you hear that!” Jack stopped and Kendria bumped into them.

“No I-”

“Sh! Listen!”

They were both as silent as the void in Jack’s bag. And Kendria heard it. Off in the distance. A dragon’s roar.

“DAMMIT!” Jack spat, they had forgotten to recast the spell.

And they ran.

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As long as you love me so....

A/N: Let it snow....well actually that depends on where you live. I’m in the Midwest where snow is never in short supply. Here is your wonderfully fluffy 2013 Christmas. So fluffy, it kind of lacks an actual plot.

Also, if you joined the crusade against Baby, It’s Cold Outside, more power to you, but you may want to skip this one. It happens to be one of my favorite holiday songs (especially within its historical and cultural context) and I was already writing this before I even heard about the controversy.

With that said, enjoy the fluff, it’s what I’m here for.

2013 had been an interesting year to say the least. Between the release of Midnight Memories the previous month and touring most of spring and summer for Take Me Home, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of Eleanor. She’d joined them for some of the summer tour, but other than that it had just been the occasional fly home for 48 hours and then fly back out, and the few times she had flown to him.

He pulled into the driveway of Eleanor’s Mum’s house on December 23rd and stepped out of the car, grabbing his bag and going to the door, where her Mum met him at the door. “Louis, so lovely to see you!” He hugged her briefly, stepping into the doorway.

“It’s lovely to see you as well!” He unwrapped his scarf and got his coat off, slipping out of his winter boots. “It always feel like it’s been ages since-”

“Lou!” Eleanor cut him off with a shout, appearing at the top of the grand staircase in her jeans and Christmas sweater grinning from ear to ear. She ran down every single step and threw her arms around him as she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist and effectively knocking him off balance. He stumbled back a step or two and caught himself, returning her embrace.

“It’s like you’ve missed me or something,” he joked as he set her down. El’s mum shook her head with a smile and walked back to the sitting room where she had been watching the telly. Better to leave them to catch up, she figured.

“Well where’s your enthusiasm? Or did you find a new girlfriend to keep you company while I’m not there?” She replied.

“I definitely did. I didn’t want to tell you. It’s Niall. We’re eloping next month,” he informed her matter of fact-ly. She rolled her eyes at him but cracked a smile. “See? You do think I’m funny!” He grabbed her waist and felt her arms snake around his neck.

“I think you’re funny-looking…” El smirked.

Louis grinned and pressed his lips to hers. He felt her sigh as she relaxed into the kiss. “I’ll show you enthusiasm,” he whispered.

“Mmm. You better, but first we have a million Birthday and Christmas things to do!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to the kitchen.

“What exactly are we doing in the kitchen?” Lou asked as she began pulling out ingredients.

“Making proper Christmas cookies! I’ve been waiting all week to do them with you,” she wrapped her apron around her and Louis was pretty sure she couldn’t look any more adorable.

“El!” Her mum called out from the front hall, “I’m heading out to do some last-minute shopping, I’ll be back at supper!”

“Alright Mum! See if they have another one of those Gucci bags I got last week, Lottie was in love with it!”

“I will, Love you!”

“Love you too, Mum,” she waited for the door to click shut and turned her attention back to Lou. “Well. Now we have the house all to ourselves.”

He laughed at her enthusiasm to spend alone time baking cookies. “You’re buying my teenage sister Gucci now?” He asked her with an eyeroll while he took ingredients from her as she got them out of cabinets.

“It’s Christmas, give me a break,” she reached on her tip toes to get the measuring cups. Once she had finished gathering everything, she hooked up her phone to the iHome and turned on Christmas music. She was grinning as she started measuring ingredients.

“Here, hold this,” she gave him a glass measuring cup and poured two cups of flour into it. “Okay, now pour that in,” she nodded at him.

Louis glanced at her before dumping the entire measuring cup over. Flour puffed up in a cloud and coated into his face. He blinked rapidly and wiped his face with his arm as Eleanor burst out laughing. “Now that was funny,” she leaned against the counter.

“Oh, you think so, do you?” Louis pinched some of the flower and flicked it at her.

“Ah!” her mouth fell open and her hands came up reactively. “Louis! You are such a child!”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” Lou shook his head as he turned away from her. El hated it when he said she was boring. She waited until his back was turned and grabbed more flour to assault him with.

He turned quickly at the sensation of powder on his neck and spread his arms out in questioning.

“Who’s boring now?” She cocked her head.

He flung more flour at her and she threw it back until they were both a mess. He finally had her backed into the corner with half her hair coated in white, “Is this always how you bake cookies?” He lifted a strand of her brown hair between his fingers to shake the powder from it.

Her arms wrapped around him reflexively, “erm…I think we need to add sugar.” She pressed her lips to his.

Lou put his hands on her waist and kissed her back. He lifted her onto the counter, “and I think that you are no longer in charge of ingredients. And that your lips taste like flour. You can just sit there and read the recipe, Little miss.”

“I’m the same height as you,” Eleanor said, grabbing the sugar and measuring it from where she sat on the countertop.

“I am an inch taller than you, stop trying to take that from me!” Louis shouted back, though he was smiling at her poking fun at his height.

“You’re the one who put me up here,” El shrugged and handed him the measuring cup.

“To keep you from causing more chaos with baking ingredients, you crazy girl!” He stirred in the sugar with butter and poured them into the mixer, before returning the creamed frosting like substance to the flour. A few more ingredients and they had cookie dough.

They spent almost two hours rolling it and cutting out various shapes. El protested that they had far too many snowmen. She announced to Lou they needed some snowwomen. Louis responded by carving the Chanel symbol into the hat of the next snowman.

“Does that count as a snowwoman?” He showed her his creation and she burst out laughing.

“That definitely counts. We can fill in all the other details with frosting,” she took the last tray of the first batch and put it into the giant double oven and set the timer. “Well what should we do while we wait to put in the second batch?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Well we could have made out, but someone decided we needed to get in an all out flour war,” he joked as he clapped yet more powder from his hands.

El laughed and leaned over to turn up the volume on her Christmas music, “I believe you started the war, technically,” she smirked as his hands landed around her waist.

“I really can’t stay…” she sang in her best forty’s impersonation, “I’ve gotta go away…”

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” Louis grinned and pulled her closer.

“This evening has been, so very nice,” She sang back, and Louis let go of her waist to intertwine their fingers.

“I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice,” he sang, enjoying her theatrics. She kept changing her facial expression as if dancing in the kitchen were truly as scandalous as the singer’s predicament about staying the night.

“My mother will start to worry,” she pouted and took a step back.

“Beautiful, what’s your hurry,” Lou let go of one hand and spun her back into him.

Eleanor actually giggled from being spun, almost missing her line. “My father will be there at the door,” she turned her head to glance at him.

“Listen to the fireplace roar,” he sang it softly in her ear as they swayed back and forth.

She turned under her arms without letting go of his hands, so she was facing him again, “So really I’d better scurry…”

“Beautiful, please don’t hurry?” Louis cocked his chin to the right, as if to actually plead with her.

El looked to the ceiling in dramatic thought, “Well, maybe just a half a drink more…”

“I’ll put some records on while I pour,” he smirked at her. She was crazy and beautiful, dancing around the kitchen in her Christmas sweater and fuzzy socks with as much confidence as if she’d had on a floor length gown and heels.

They were at her favorite part, about all the rumors people might spread. The irony was just too good. She pulled away from him completely and slithered to the other side of the kitchen.

“The neighbors might think…” She leaned against the counter.

“Baby, it’s bad out there,” Lou nodded slowly and took a step toward her.

“Say, what’s in this drink?” She hopped up onto the counter and leaned back in suspicion.

“No cabs to be had out there,” he added with two more steps.

“I wish I knew how,” She crossed her legs and leaned forward.

Louis finally met her at the counter and placed his hands on one of her knees, “Your eyes are like starlight now,” he gazed up at her.

“To break the spell,” She dropped her shoulders and uncrossed her legs.

“I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell,” he laughed as he sang that line, considering the state of her hair, and rolled out a hand as he stepped to the side.

“Oh why thank you,” El said with a pose, taking the hand and hopping down. “I ought to say no, no, no sir”, she fell back on her heels.

“Mind if I move in closer?” Lou grabbed her arm, so she fell right back into his embrace, her back against him.

“At least I’m gonna say that I tried...” El debated as she silently shook her head from his ridiculous grin at landing her in his arms.

“What’s the sense of hurtin’ my pride?” He leaned his head on her shoulder to ask her.

“I really can’t stay…” She repeated once more as his grip on her waist tightened.

“Baby don’t hold out,” he felt her wiggle enough to loosen his hold so she could turn and face him.

“Oh, but it’s coooold ouuutside,” She drew out the lyric with him in ridiculous emphasis, her arms wrapping back around him.

“We should probably clean up all this flour…,” she informed him, looking at the mess.

“Funny, I don’t remember that being the next line in the song,” Lou laughed and kissed her cheek. They matched the kitchen, still covered in flour. Halfway through cleaning it up, the oven beeped and El switched out trays. By the time the mess was gone, all the cookies were done too. El was exhausted from baking and cleaning, though. She didn’t have the energy to frost and it was 3 PM and she was a mess.

“We should probably shower….separately, just to be clear. Mum probably won’t be home until five, but I would rather not risk her coming home to one shower and both of us missing,” she gave him a wide-eyed look that said not to fight her on it.

“Fine,” he followed her upstairs with a huff, “Do I at least get to see your new lingerie after?” He looked at her with the anticipation of every 21-year-old guy.

“In a minute I’m just going to wear my Coca Cola pajamas. And all we’re going to do is sleep,” she put a hand on her hip to make her point.

“I take it back!” Louis rushed to retract his statement.

El rolled her eyes and grabbed her towel from her bedroom. They had a huge house and plenty of showers at least. She stood under the hot water and shampooed the flour away, washing her body and stepping out far cleaner. Her long, wet mess of hair underwent treatment from her blow-dryer until it was slightly less wet. She piled the damp hair into a messy bun and looked at her lingerie hanging up, wondering if she should actually bother with it at 4 in the afternoon.

El decided she might not get the chance later and pulled on her red lace bustier and matching skivvies. She pulled her bathrobe around her and walked back to her room to find Louis just as clean, lounging on her bed in nothing but pajama pants.

“I’m flour-free now,” he announced to her. “Nice bathrobe, I especially like the cats on it”, he grinned at her, resting his arms behind his head.

“Thanks, I make an effort to wear sexy bathrobes,” she leaned against the door, quietly locking it behind her. She watched his jaw drop as she took off her bathrobe and climbed on the bed. “What was it you said? I’ll show you enthusiasm,” she grinned.

He had her flipped onto her back, lips pressed to hers desperately, in a matter of seconds. El wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his lips at her neck. Then her collarbone. He had her completely at his mercy before she even knew what was happening. “Lou….”, she breathed out, feeling their bodies connect.

“Told you I had the enthusiasm part down,” he whispered in her ear without losing the rhythm. She didn’t even respond; too lost in a feeling she didn’t get to experience nearly often enough. She swore the ground beneath them shook when she found sweet bliss.

“I fucking love you,” she collapsed against her pillows, gasping for air.

“That good, huh?” He fell next to her and laced their fingers.

“It’s always that good, I just don’t get it very often,” she laughed.

“Because I get it all the time,” Louis said sarcastically. “Actually I did sleep with a fan over the summer,” he switched tones.

“What?!” Eleanor pulled her hand away and sat up on one elbow.

Louis gave her a very serious nod, “Yeah, she was about 5’8, brown hair, went by Eleanor…. actually I slept with her a bunch over the summer now that I think about it.”

“Louis William Tomlinson, I’m going to murder you,” she shook her head and fell back against the fabric.

“Well it’s my birthday tomorrow and it’s quite rude to murder people on their birthdays, so at least wait until Christmas, yeah?” He grinned and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

“I’ll consider it,” she decided. El got up and pulled on real skivvies and a clean pair of jeans, pulling a shirt from her closet while Lou sighed and got dressed.

“Are we moving on to Christmas films now?” He came up behind her and his arms found her waist.

“You just want to make out on the couch….” She eyed him suspiciously in her mirror.

“Doesn’t change the question,” he replied.

El giggled, “Fine…but we have snowwomen to frost later. I believe in cookie equality very seriously.”

Louis laughed and scooped her up, “Films and snowwomen it is, then.”

End.

2017

It was early December and absolutely freezing in London. El was wearing designer jeans and a sweatshirt as she stepped onto the deck of their flat to smoke, finding Louis already there.

“Hey babe,” she lit up and tried to read his face, “you okay out here?”

“Yeah…just tired, I guess. I miss easier winters. Now I just think about her, constantly,” he was always honest with her, especially since they had gotten back together.

“You mean like…getting covered in flour and singing horrible duets?” She grinned, and he cracked a smile taking her hand.

“Exactly like that,” he told her with a wave of nostalgia in his voice.

El hummed to herself until she saw him roll his eyes, recognizing the song. “Have you forgotten the lyrics already?” She challenged him, “My mother will be suspicious...”

“Your lips were always so delicious,” he gave into her, changing the lyrics to reminisce.

“My brother will be there at the door…”

“Listen to the fireplace roar,” he put out his own cigarette and his hands went to her hips.

“My maiden-aunt’s mind is vicious,” she sang, and Lou picked her up, startling her a bit before her legs wrapped around his body.

“God, Your lips are delicious,” he informed her, his own smile growing.

“Well maybe just a cigarette more…” her sweet voice echoed and she laughed. She leaned down to kiss him, so much that he carried her inside and crawled over her on the couch so he could lose himself in her for a few hours. Life was so very different now, and yet the best parts of it were exactly the same.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. I will probably be taking a bit of a break until the new year (that’s like 12 whole days away) before posting another fic. Love you guys and thank you for all the likes and comments and reblogs on my last one, it truly makes me so happy to see that kind of feedback.

Merry Christmas and Happy Always (:

-S

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