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metallicamunson · 1 year ago

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Boyfriend(James Potter x FemReader)

Hi everyone, I finally finished this fic after months of starting it. It’s not my best work but it’s not too shabby considering I haven’t written in a while. Hope you guys enjoy this song inspired fic 🥲🤍

Word Count: 3,099

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, some cursing.

Summary: One where you and James find your way back to each other

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If there is one thing you and James are good at, it’s getting under one another’s skin.

It didn’t matter that your relationship ended in your seventh year at Hogwarts. Having the same friend group means seeing each other constantly. Not to mention, the breakup was a mutual decision, deeming that it would be best to be friends while you both figured out what came after school.

Looking back, you can’t help but feel it was a stupid decision. A brash agreement made by two teenagers in love, scared to take the next step in their relationship.

You very much still love James Potter.

And James Potter is still very much in love with you.

Although- neither of you knows it.

Meanwhile, your friends watch from the sidelines, waiting for either of you to make the first move to rekindle your romance.

DATE ONE (James)

It all started when the marauders invited the whole group for brunch. They all sat around the table on the balcony of their home, enjoying fluffy waffles with various fruits spread over the table. You couldn’t help but sneak glances toward James; he looked good. The white T-shirt he wore- accentuated his muscular arms, and his waist in those trousers was a look to die for.

You bit your lip in embarrassment when you caught Remus’ gaze; his eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk on his lips. You shook your head, taking a long sip of your champagne.

“Word on the street is that Prongs got himself a date tonight,” Sirius says, nudging James in the ribs with an elbow.

Now that- caught the attention of everyone, especially yours. Your eyes met with James’ who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He let out an awkward cough, twisting the ring on his middle finger.

“Uh- yeah, it’s a girl I met the other day at a coffee shop.”

It suddenly felt like your intestines were twisting into knots as jealousy consumed your now racing heart.

“That’s great, James,” Marlene smiles; she can’t help but look over at you. “What's her name?”

“Hannah, but it’s nothing serious,” he quickly adds, “it might not even go anywhere.”

“Well, you better bloody make sure she has a good time- she’s fine as f-, ow what the hell!” Sirius glares at Lilly, who just kicked him under the table.

“Okay- enough talk about James’ lov-”

“I’m happy for you; I hope you have a splendid time with what’s her face,” you chirp, lips settling into a tight smile. “Maybe this time around, you’ll get the first date right.”

Now that stung, you always assured James that you loved your first date despite the minor- okay, major hic-ups along the way. Truth be told you- love it; you found him adorable when he attempted to fix everything. He thought you’d never want to see him again, but imagine his surprise when you kissed him at the end of your date.

“Her name is Hanna- Lilly; stop doing that!” Sirius exclaims, kicking her back.

“I know you did not just kick me, Sirius Black!” Lilly says, throwing a grape in his direction.

“Will you two stop acting like children,” Remus sighs, “now let's all take a deep breath-”

“You know what, I will have a great time with Hannah! I might take her to that little Italian restaurant with the good breadsticks!” James says, shooting a terse smile your way.

That’s yours and James’ place. The place you both first said, ‘I love you.’

“Sounds like a lovely idea.” You scoot your chair back, throwing your napkin on your plate. “You know what, I forgot I have an errand to run. Thank you for brunch, boys. Bye, everyone.”

You take your bag from the handle of your chair, exiting through the sliding door.

James groans, leaning his forehead against his fist with his eyes closed.

Later that night

“You know what, I’m happy for him. I’m sure he and Helen will make a great couple,” you murmur, pacing back and forth.

“Hannah.” Marlene corrects before shrinking back when you raise your eyebrow at her.

“(Y/n) Why won’t you admit it; you still love him!” Lilly sighs, sitting up from her spot on your bed.

“Me? Lilly, please, we both agreed our breakup was for the best. I’m fine with it.”

“Your eye twitched when you said that.” Marlene laughed.

“It did not,” you lift your hand to your eye. You lay down between the two girls, staring at the ceiling of your room. “Okay, maybe it hurt a little when he said he was taking her to our spot.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sure he wouldn’t do that to you,” Marlene says with a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t even know why I care; we broke up almost a year ago. One of us dating was bound to happen.”

—

It turns out Hannah was someone who liked to move fast. James couldn’t have made a faster excuse to leave when she mentioned what names he’d want for their baby.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel ecstatic when Remus told you.

DATE ONE (Y/n)

“I’m sorry, I could have sworn I heard you say (Y/n) has a date with Caleb.” James laughs, walking into the kitchen where Remus and Sirius sit around the island. “You know the number of times he put the moves on her when we were dating; he should give it up.”

“Erm Prongs, I did say exactly that,” Remus chuckles nervously.

James stood still, the fridge wide open; his mind went completely blank for a few seconds. His grip on the handle tightened, grabbing the milk before slamming the fridge door shut.

“Are you okay, mate? I know this is the first date she’s been on since you two broke up.” Sirius slides a bowl across the island towards James.

“I’m fine. (Y/n) doesn’t owe me anything.” He shakes the cereal aggressively into his bowl. “I’m happy for her.”

Remus and Sirius share a look; they know for a fact that he is not okay.

A few days later

You knocked on the door of the marauders, your other hand holding a basket of pastries you made for them. A few seconds later, the door opens.

“Oh, hey.” James smiles, moving to the side to let you in.

You nod your head as a greeting, handing him the basket. “I thought I’d drop these off- Remus has been nagging me to make him my ‘famous brownies.’ I um- also made a few scones in there, or whatever,” you mumble.

You made scones, his favorite. He can’t help but grin; why does his heart feel like it is about to beat out of his chest?

“I smell brownies!” Remus runs down the spiral stairs, snatching the basket from James and rummaging through it. “Why are two just standing there- we have a couch, you know?”

James rolls his eyes, gesturing for you to move into the living room. “How did you smell brownies- your room is at the end of the hall upstairs.”

“You seem to forget about my werewolf capabilities.” Remus points out, moaning when he takes a bite of the brownie. “How’d your date go?”

James visibly tenses, staring at the side of your face. You shift in your seat, picking at your nails. “It went well. He treated me well, paid for dinner, and made me laugh.”

Remus nods in approval, though he can’t help but feel he jumped the bullet, bringing it up with James in the room.

James felt himself spiraling. What he said next wasn’t his finest moment.

“It seems kind of desperate going out with a guy who follows you around like a puppy.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, James,” your head snaps in his direction, a frown now evident on your face.

“I don’t know; I just think he’s a loser- anyone who goes out with him must not have very high standards.”

Your eyes brim with tears, so this is what he thought of you. “You know what, fuck you, James Potter,” you scoff, “I’ll have you know he is not a loser- he's a gentleman!”

“He’s creepy (Y/n); the man borderline stalks you!” James laughs in disbelief.

“You know what, I don’t have to listen to this!” You exclaim, flinging a pillow in his direction. You turn to Remus, “I’ll call you later tonight- I can’t be around,” you gesture with your hands towards James, “him.”

You stomp your way out of their house, slamming the door shut.

“That was a dick move,” Remus says, taking another brownie from the basket.

“I’m looking after her!” James sighs, hugging the pillow to his chest.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re in love with her and got jealous,” he looks over at James.

“What! No! Pshh, our breakup was mutual, remember?”

“Uh-hm, sure, keeping living in denial, prongs.” Remus takes the basket from the coffee table, heading towards the stairs.

“She brought those for all of us, you know!” James shouts from his spot on the couch. He rolls his eyes with a small smile when he hears Remus running up the stairs.

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James was right. But you’d run around naked in negative-degree weather before admitting that- out loud.

DATE TWO (James)

You found out about his second date through Marlene this time around. It was some girl he ran into at the gym. According to Marlene, she was the one to ask him out, which intrigued James.

You were okay with it. Totally completely fine.

“Do you know where they’re going?” You say, trying to sound nonchalant, flipping through the channels of Marlene’s TV.

“Sirius said they were going bowling.”

“Cool.”

You throw the remote beside you, your mind not focusing on anything but James. Ever since you went on your date with Caleb, the bickering between the both of you only intensified. The two of you could not be in the same room with each other without one or the other making a snide remark.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmhm, he’s a single man; he can do what he wants,” you murmur, tugging the blanket under your chin.

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“So how’s it going between gym girl and James?” you murmur, sectioning Sirius’ hair in half to start braiding two braids.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t talked about it much,” he shrugs.

You frown; this could mean one of two things. They either hit it off and are keeping their relationship a secret. Or it went so bad that James refuses to speak about it.

“Ow! I would still like to have my hair intact after this love.”

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” you chuckle nervously, scratching his scalp softly.

“He talks about you a lot, you know.”

Sirius glances up at you, a knowing look in his eyes.

“I- we can’t stand each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation before an argument starts.”

“(Y/n), I love you, so when I say this, it’s with all the love in the world- you and James need to get your heads out of your arses and talk about it.”

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You stand before the boys’ apartment; you raise your knuckles towards the door before pulling back. You’ve been standing here for five minutes- trying to find the courage to speak to your ex-lover. Do you still love him? Of course- you do. Why else would it hurt so much when he goes on these dates? What if he tells you he doesn’t want the same?

You shake your head, taking a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door. You rock on your heels, biting your lip nervously.

The door opens, revealing a woman who is the definition of a Vogue magazine model. She has straight blond hair, she definitely seems like she works out, and the band tee she wears- wait a minute.

Your breath hitches once you recognize it; you’ve worn that shirt one too many times after spending the night with James. You can feel the lump in your throat start to form.

“Hey, are you okay?” The blond asks, worry laced in her tone.

“Oh! Sorry, I got the wrong apartment,” you smile tightly, turning to walk away.

Yeah, James Potter definitely moved on, you thought.

DATE TWO (Y/N)

“He’s a good guy! Come on (Y/n), let me set this up!”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for another date- Lils, the last one was a total disaster,” you murmur.

“To be fair, we did warn you that Caleb wasn’t a good idea- plus it’s been five months,” Lilly hums, poking your cheek.

You bat her hand away, sending a playful glare her way, “Fine.”

“You won’t regret it! I promise Mason is worth it!” Lilly squeals, clapping her hands together.”

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Lilly was right- he’s perfect.

Mason Moriarty has a great job at the ministry that pays him a hefty number of galleons. His smile is one that would make all the girls swoon. He’s the kind of guy who holds the door and respects women.

He made you laugh and paid attention to what you were saying. Mason Moriarty was respectful and made you feel comfortable.

One date turned into two, and two turned into three.

He was perfect- so what was that nagging feeling in your heart?

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Word spreads fast in the friend group. So it came as no surprise that James got word about you and Mason.

“Who even is that guy- he seems like a tosser,” James grunts, bringing his beer can to his lips. “I mean, she can do so much better!”

Sirius rolls his eyes, putting his book down. He couldn’t get any reading done with James’ constant outbursts.

“He’s a cool dude, he treats our (Y/n/n) well.” Sirius reaches over the coffee table to get himself a can. “At least pretend to be happy for her.”

“I can be happy for her! I just think he isn’t the one for her! The guy’s last name is Moriarty, (Y/n) Moriarty, sounds stupid!” James groans, throwing his head back on the couch.

“Enlighten me then, James- who should she be with then,” Sirius quirks an eyebrow.

“I don’t-” James sighs in frustration, “(Y/n) deserves someone who will love her unconditionally, someone who will cut the crust of her sandwich because she hates the texture. She needs someone who will hold her hand when she sees a pigeon because; for some odd reason, she finds them terrifying. It needs to be someone who will run to the nearest pharmacy to grab medicine when she’s sick because god knows she won’t go to the doctor’s office.” James rants, pulling at his hair.

“And Mason can’t do that?” Sirius pushes, a smirk forming on his lips, one he tries to hide with his hands.

That was the final straw.

“No Padfoot! Moriarty can never love her the way that I do!” James blurts out, throwing his empty can on the floor.

James’ eyes widen in realization, mouth opening, and closing with no words.

“Bingo! What are you going to do about it, Potter?”

“Nothing, there’s no way she still feels the same.”

“Wrong,” Remus waltzed into the room, sitting next to James, “You two are so in love with each other it’s sickening.”

James shakes his head in confusion, his heart racing at the possibility.

“I mean, for fucks sake, Prongs, are you blind?”

“I’m an idiot,” James groans, running his hands down his face. “Fuck, what if I’m too late.”

“I heard from a little birdy, that she cut it off with Mason.” Remus hums, a smile tugging on his lips.

James practically jumps up from his spot, an unsure look on his face.

“Go get your girl James.”

The Reconciliation

You squint your eyes, slipping on your slippers, the constant knocking on your door waking you from your slumber. You pause at the threshold of your bedroom, taking a vase from your desk. Warily, you look into the peephole of your door, sighing in relief when you see James. You open the door, a million thoughts running through your head.

“James, what- it’s two in the morning; what are you doing here?”

“I’m still in love with you,” James rushes out before he chickens out.

Your eyes widen, lips parting, “What-”

“I know this is coming out of nowhere, but I need you to know how I feel. I know it’s selfish, and Mason is in the picture- or not, I don’t know, Remus said he wasn’t. Anyway- I don’t think you ever left my mind (Y/n) from the day we broke up. I felt this void within me. The dates I went on felt wrong- it felt like somehow I was betraying you,” He chuckles breathly. “And when I found out you were starting to date, I was jealous- god that sounds immature. The point is, I thought our breakup was for the best- but (Y/n) I think I was just scared that I was falling more in love with you. I still love you, and I don’t know if I’m making a fool- out of myself- but I know I had to try and fight for you.”

“James-” you whisper, your lower lip trembling, tears welling in your eyes, “I love you.” You wrap your arms around his neck, careful with the vase in your hand. “I missed you so much, I know we were never really apart, yet you felt so far away.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” James laughs, his arms find home around your waist.

“We’re fools,” You giggle, “We should have never broken up, I was only kidding myself by thinking I would ever get over you, Jamie.”

“Yeah well, I’m never letting you go now you're stuck with me, sweetheart.” He grins.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, Potter,” You hum, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“Not to ruin the moment- but why are you holding a vase?”

You smile sheepishly, “I thought you were some kind of thief.”

“I am- a thief who stole your heart,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“You are so cheesy,” you laugh, tugging him into your apartment and closing the door behind you. You place the vase on a nearby table before turning to face James again.

“You love it.”

“Yeah, I do- now come over here and kiss me.” You grin, rocking on your heels.

He beams, placing his hands on each side of your face, pressing his lips against yours.

Mission Accomplished

Fin

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year ago

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The love we gave away

Chapter 5

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut!, oral (f receiving), sad reader, bit of asshole Ransom

A/N: so here is the next chapter. I’m sorry I guess 😬

Series Masterlist

Song that Faith and reader sing along to

The sun was out providing warmth and another bright day. A light breeze kept you cool enough as you sat on the balcony on the last floor of the hotel you were staying at. It was the perfect place to relax, take in the view and enjoy the free time and inspiration as you sketched new designs. You were waiting for Faith to show up for brunch in your room but you also knew she was a bit on the drunk side when you last saw her.

It was another half hour before Faith finally showed up followed by hotel staff carting food. You had them set everything up out on the balcony and tipped them as they left. Faith groaned as she walked out to the balcony with her huge sunglasses and loungewear on. She plopped herself on one of the chairs and grabbed a strawberry.

“Did you have a good night last night?” You tease.

“Did you?”

“I did, I slept great.”

“With Ransom as your body pillow of course.” Faith smiles.

“Nope. All by myself.”

“Say just kidding right now.” Faith takes off her sunglasses so that you’ll look her in the eyes. “But you were all over each other yesterday. And don’t think I forgot about you telling me everything about your meetup in New York.” She says as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah well, we actually met up for the first time a few weeks ago.”

“You’re playing with me.”

“Nope.”

“How did it happen? Why did you guys meet up?” She leans forward and places all of her attention on you once she sees your brilliant smile.

You grabbed your phone and searched for something before turning it toward Faith. She studied the photo for a moment before it clicked. Faith screamed as she grabbed your phone and stared at the picture of the twins you had pulled up.

“How? I mean look at them. They’re beautiful. When did this happen? You have to tell me everything.”

So you did. Over brunch you explained everything that had happened from the moment the twins showed up in your life until now.

“Wow. I mean that’s amazing. So when can I meet my niece and nephew?”

“We can get together when you get back from your honeymoon.”

“Perfect. What about you and Ransom?”

“What about us?” You ask as you pop a grape into your mouth.

“Don’t play dumb it doesn’t suit you. It’s obvious you guys still have feelings for each other. Just the way you looked at each other.” She sighs.

“Nothings going to happen. I mean he has a girlfriend.”

Faith perks up at your statement and then she grins. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“They broke up. Why do you think he’s here alone?”

“I don’t know, I thought she’d fly in today or tomorrow.”

“This is perfect. You’ll be back together before the wedding is over. I can feel it.” Faith does a little happy dance in her seat.

“Well I’m not getting my hopes up. Now let’s go try on your dress.”

You both get up and head to the separate room the dress was being held in. Faith gets into the dress with a little bit of your help and you make notes to add a few finishing touches.

The day went by quicker than you would have liked. The rehearsal dinner was fantastic and now everyone was meeting in the lobby to catch a party bus to go out to a club or two. It wasn’t really your thing but considering you were with people you knew and Faith badgering you to go you got dressed.

In the lobby you were one of the last people down. You wore a gold sequin bodycon mini dress, matching gold stilettos, your hair was down and your makeup was simple with bold lipstick. As your heels clicked against the tiled floor you saw Ransom turn his head in your direction. His jaw went slack as he took you in. He took his time looking at the way the dress hugged your curves. When he finally made eye contact with you his eyes were dark and full of want.

Ransom was dressed in dark brown almost black dress pants and a short sleeve button up with an orange, black, cream and white design on it. He looked good and pulled off the look effortlessly.

“You look stunning.” He says as you get closer to him.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself.”

Heels click behind you as Faith and Scott appear. She was dressed in white and he was dressed in black. Everyone cheers for them as they lead the group outside. Ransom immediately sticks to your side. His hand on your lower back as he guides you to the party bus which could probably be seen from space with all the lights it had on.

Music is already blasting as you get in. Faith and a few of the bridesmaids are already dancing. You on the other hand decide to sit and Ransom follows your lead. His arm drapes behind you.

“Let’s take a picture.” You whisper in his ear and he nods. “I haven’t told the twins that we ran into each other.”

You pull your phone from the clutch you brought with you and Ransom leans in and waits for you to snap a few. Butterflies erupt in your belly as you look at them. You remember what Faith said to you about him being single now. When you look up she’s giving you a wicked grin and a thumbs up. With a quick message you send the kids a picture.

Abigail: You went together? 😱😱

Theodore: make good choices.

You explain to them that you didn’t know he would be there and that you would in fact be making good choices.

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For the next three hours you go through the same routine. The bus comes to a stop at a club and everyone gets out, excited for the party to continue inside. The group skips the line and are escorted straight to the VIP section. It doesn’t take long for everyone to have drinks in their hands, yourself included. Soon after, Faith and the bridesmaids leave for the dance floor, dragging you along with them.

It doesn’t escape your notice how Ransom hangs out by the area that gives the best view to the dance floor. His eyes rarely leave you as you move around and sway your hips.

Eventually a slower song comes on at the club you’re currently in. It happens to be a song that you and Faith love.

🎶“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes.

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry.

You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night.”🎶

You sing to each other at the top of your lungs as you sway. Faith looks over your shoulder and smiles before Scott steals her away. But before you can go, hands find their way to your hips. You’re ready to elbow whoever is grabbing you.

“It’s just me, Thimble.” Ransom’s breath tickles your ear as he pulls you into his chest.

Since he doesn’t make a move to leave you begin to dance. And if you decide to grind against him and he doesn’t complain, so what? You’re both single and you know there’s still something between you. For the first time in your life you’re going to take a chance on something. No more carefully calculated plans, just a carefree night and whatever happens, happens.

🎶“The distance and the time between us

It’ll never change my mind ’cause

Baby, I would die for you

Baby, I would die for you, yeah.” 🎶

Ransom sings just for you to hear as he moves with you. You turn your head so that you can look at him and he gives you a nod towards the exit. It’s more than a silent request to leave early but you still nod your head. Ransom smiles, like he did when he was younger. With no ulterior motive other than he’s genuinely happy, you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. You grab his hand and let him lead you out. Through the crowd you see Faith and smile before sending a wink in her direction. Last thing you see is her jumping up and down in celebration.

The ride back to the hotel is quick and the elevator ride up to your hotel suite is even faster. But it didn’t feel like it at times. None of it mattered though once the door to your suite closed and Ransom pressed you up against it. It had been the first time in a long time that you’ve kissed someone and even longer since you’ve kissed him.

A small moan escapes you as you feel Ransom’s hands everywhere. He’s possessive with his kiss, his tongue dominating yours. It’s obvious you both have more experience now. Ransom moves from your lips to your neck. He finds that spot that makes you weak while he moves a knee between your thighs. The pressure he applies is enough to get you hot and bothered.

“Ransom, please.” You say as your hands find their way to his hair and you tug.

He lifts you and carries you over to the bed without his lips leaving your skin. That all familiar ache that settled between your legs grows. Ransom lays you down softly on the bed. He gives you a quick kiss before standing back up and getting undressed until he’s only in his black boxer briefs.

“Do you want this?” He asks as he moves to hover over you.

“Yes.”

“Good because I don’t think I’d be able to leave now.” He says before he continues to kiss your chest, pulling down the top of your dress and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth.

His hand palms and kneads your other breast before alternating his attention. You whimper and writhe beneath him as your hands explore the expanse of his much more muscular frame. The experience was new but familiar. Both of you had matured and learned new things. Yet it felt like everything was the same. You’re brought back to the moment when you feel Ransom’s hands on your hips as he pushes up the skirt of your dress up. He groans as he observes you.

“Dirty girl,” he says when he realizes you weren’t wearing any underwear. Your breath hitches when his fingers travel through your folds. “No panties and you’re fucking soaked.”

“Panty lines would have ruined the look.” You shrug.

“Well you did look good. But now I’m going to ruin you. And I’m going to start by doing what I’ve thought about doing for the longest time.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to taste you.” He says as he settles between your legs.

Ransom starts by kissing your thighs until he reaches your center and then he dives right in. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard and up until this moment you never realized how much you needed Ransom to eat you out. You can’t help the need you feel to push your pussy more into his face but it only seems to spur him on. He groans as he tastes you and you pull on his hair. His tongue moves from your clit to your weeping entrance and back before he adds a finger and pushes in. Ransom’s pace is quick and suddenly he adds a second finger while he continues to flick his tongue over your clit. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Don’t stop. Please.” You say breathlessly. “Gonna come.”

“I can feel it, pretty girl. Doing so good. Be a good girl and come for me.” He commands and you do as you’re told.

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You have your eyes closed and your head thrown back in pleasure as you chant his name over and over. When you finally get a hold of your senses you realize Ransom is hovering over you again. This time he’s just watching you. A smile graces his lips and his eyes are full of that sweet and loving gaze he always held for you. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He murmurs against your lips. With the kiss you taste yourself in his tongue and you gasp.

You do your best to push him so that he’s laying on his back but he doesn’t budge and he chuckles when you roll your eyes. Finally he moves and watches you get rid of the dress which became more of a belt with how it was only around your waist. Vulnerability hits you suddenly. He hasn’t seen you since you were 17. Your body has definitely changed since then and since having the twins. All you want to do is cover yourself up. Ransom notices the sudden change in your demeanor and moves towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey, none of that.”

“I can’t help it. It’s been a while.” You confess.

“So what. C’mere.” He pulls you to stand between his legs. He immediately starts kissing your belly and the stretch marks that remained even after all this time. “You’re so beautiful, don’t hide from me. You gave me the most beautiful gift ever with this body.”

Ransom pulls you back to bed and he settles between your legs again. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and you move your hand between both your bodies. His breath gets caught in his throat as you palm his hard cock through his underwear before pulling him out.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he ruts into your hand.

Ransom pulls away from you and you move with him. You have the intention of returning the favor. But he pushes you gently back against the bed and then grabs his pants. You give him a confused look until you see that he’s pulling a condom out. Ransom puts it on and is hovering over you again.

You look him straight in the eyes as you line him up and he pushes in. He moans with you as he bottoms out in one quick thrust.

“Still so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” He mutters as he starts to move.

“Ran.”

“Tell me pretty girl. What do you want?”

“Faster, please.” You say. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on to him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Ransom pulls back until he’s kneeling between your legs. His hands are on your hips as he pulls you with him and his eyes never leave yours. Neither of you can break eye contact as he moves faster just like you asked. He hits your g-spot every time and the second orgasm of the night hits you quickly. You say his name over and over again until he’s kissing you.

His hands move from your hips and travel up your body until he’s holding yours over your head. You intertwine your fingers with his and the moment shifts from just getting pleasure to something more. His thrusts slow but are still hard.

“I missed you.” You say, a tear escapes you.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Neither can deny that the attraction is still there. That you still seek each other out for more than talking about the twins. Things between you were left unresolved but as you lay there underneath him you can’t ignore the emotions that bubble under the surface. The possible meaning of having sex after being apart for so long.

“Ransom. S’good.” You mutter between kisses.

“You gonna give me one more?” He looks down at you to find your beautifully blissed out face. “I can feel how tight you are. I know you can give me one more.”

One of his hands leaves yours and he shifts until he can start circling your clit. The added stimulation has your jaw slacking. You mewl and move your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Come with me. Please baby.” You whisper as he hides his face in your neck.

You shudder as Ransom thrusts faster and harder. He grunts against your skin and you know you’re both close to the edge. Your legs wrap around him as his hips stutter with a few more thrusts and you feel yourself being pulled over the edge with him. You can see stars and feel Ransom’s weight on you and nothing has felt better than this in a long time. After a minute of catching his breath Ransom reluctantly pulls out of you softly and lays down beside you.

“That was amazing.” You murmur.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.” You lightly slap his chest as you chuckle.

You feel the bed shift and look to the side to see Ransom get up and go to the bathroom. When he comes back he has a damp hand towel in hand.

“I’m gonna clean you up thimble.”

You hiss at the over sensitivity as he cleans up the mess between your thighs but you thank him anyway. Then he pulls back the covers and lets you get comfortable before sliding in next you and pulling you into his chest. You both stayed awake, the conversation was minimal but Ransom keeps you close. Soon enough he’s kissing you again and you find yourselves wrapped up in each other. Over and over again.

It’s mid morning when you finally stir. There’s a hushed conversation happening as you stretch out in bed and an obvious empty spot next to you. However Ransom saunters in wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He says as he leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Come on, get up. I ordered us some breakfast.”

You stretch again and this time the covers slide down and reveal your chest to him. He does nothing to hide his ogling.

“Maybe we can stay in bed for a few extra minutes.” He says as he moves to lay back down.

You laugh as you cover yourself up again by wrapping the sheets around you.

“Fine,” Ransom pouts. “But hurry up because the water is getting cold.”

“The water?”

Ransom smirks as he leads you to the huge ensuite bathroom where he had prepared a bath for you. There were rose petals floating on the water and the scent of rose and bergamot permeated in the air. The breakfast that Ransom had ordered was set up for easy reach from the bathtub and it was all bite size versions of your favorite foods.

Ransom gets in first and you drop your sheet and he holds a hand out to help you in. Once you’re settled and relaxed Ransom hands you a cup of coffee and he takes his own. You talk about the wedding and work. By the time the water was cold, breakfast was gone and you had to go finish the last few details on Faith’s dress.

“Are you free tonight?” Ransom asks as he stands at the door.

“I should be.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.” He says before giving you a kiss and leaving before you can protest.

****

“You got dicked down.” Faith states as she walks in on you finishing up the last adjustment her dress needed.

You look over your shoulder and roll your eyes.

“I saw him walking out of your suite and toward the elevator. I knew you’d get back together.”

“Woah,” you raise a hand to stop her. “We had sex… multiple times. But we didn’t talk about getting back together.”

“What are you talking about? It’s inevitable. Your kids are back in your lives, you’re both single and successful. Nothing is getting in the way of you being together. If you don’t end up together right away, you will eventually.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Faith nods as she looks over the dress one more time. “I’m the bride, I'm never wrong.”

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say you had a whole spa day planned?”

“I booked some things for you too.”

“But I’m adding-“

“The dress is already perfect. The only way it can be more perfect is by me wearing it, which I will, tomorrow. Now let’s go relax.” She pulls your hand as you put away the last of your sewing kit.

“Fine, let’s go.”

“Wow.” Ransom mutters as you open the door. “Stunning.”

You were wearing a simple navy sundress with small white flowers on it and sandals. Your hair was up and away from your face and you kept your makeup simple. Ransom wore a simple short sleeve button up shirt and dark jeans. He pulled you by the waist and kissed you.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm.” You hummed wide eyed and slightly breathless. The things this man could do to you and you’d happily let him.

****

Ransom had led you to the docks where there was a wooden runabout boat waiting for you. He got in first and offered you his hand so that you could get in before you were whisked away.

You were kept on your toes and pleasantly surprised when the boat was docked at a private beach. Ransom led you further away from the dock and toward a picnic on the beach. It was just in time to watch the sunset.

“This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, thimble.” Ransom kissed your cheek once you settled next to him.

“I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“What, was me climbing up to your dorm room to deliver the foods you were craving during your pregnancy not romantic enough?”

You smile at the memory of that. He did get in trouble more than once for sneaking out of the school grounds in the middle of the night but he never let you down. Those were some of your favorite memories. He would sneak into your room and sit with you and talked to the twins while you ate.

“It was very romantic, you’re right.”

“I know.” He smirked as he handed you a flute of champagne. “I know you don’t really drink but I thought we should celebrate.”

“And what are we celebrating?”

You look at him over the flute of champagne as you take a sip. His ocean blue eyes don’t leave your face for even a moment as he thinks over what he’s going to say. Ransom drinks his champagne in one go.

“Reuniting, meeting the twins, getting a chance to know them.” He starts rambling before he looks down at you. “This.” He says as his lips slot over your perfectly.

The champagne glasses are long forgotten on the picnic blanket as you move to straddle him. Ransom’s hands are lost under the skirt of your dress and you don’t waste any time in unbuttoning his shirt and then undoing his belt. He groans against your lips as you pull him out of his pants and begin to slowly move your hand up and down his hardened length.

“You’re so fucking wet baby.” He mutters as he runs his fingers through your folds.

“I want you.”

“Then take what you want.” Ransom says as he holds your panties to the side.

You line yourself up with his cock and sink down. He’s big so you have to go slow. Once he’s buried to the hilt you stay like that for a moment. Ransom kisses and nips all along your neck before pulling down your dress and taking a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue plays with your pebbled peak you begin to move. A slow roll of your hips here and there until Ransom can’t take it anymore. His hand comes down on your ass.

“Stop fucking teasing, and I know you liked me smacking your ass. I can feel the way this pretty pussy is gripping me.” He says with a growl. “Now move.”

You do as he says and you begin to bounce on his cock. Ransom brings his hands to your hips and he helps you move until he flips you so that he can hover over you. His hips move faster and harder against you. His and your moans mix with the waves lapping up against the shore and the breeze moving the tree branches. Your legs wrap around his waist as you try to pull him closer to you. That fire in your belly that only Ransom seems to ignite is spreading like wildfire and you know you’re close.

“Fuck, right there.” you moan as he hits your g-spot. “Don’t stop.”

“Feel so fucking good.” He grunts into your ear. “Come for me baby. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he begins to circle your clit. With a plea of his name you come undone.

“That’s my fucking girl.” He says as he comes inside you. His lust blown eyes never leaving yours.

The two of you stay there and catch your breath. You can’t help but laugh a bit.

“What’s so funny?” He asks as he pulls back to look down at you. You reach up and fix the few pieces of his hair that have fallen into his face.

“No matter how long it’s been, we still act like horny teenagers. At the first chance of us being alone we start fucking.”

He chuckles before capturing your lips with his.

“I can’t help it that you’re irresistible.”

“Mmhmm.” You say as he slowly pulls out and fixes your dress before tucking himself back in. “This is the best picnic I’ve ever been to.”

“I should hope so.”

The morning of the wedding was going to be chaotic. You could feel it as you practically kicked Ransom out of your suite. After taking a quick shower and getting your hair and makeup done you rush to Faith’s room with all the dresses in hand.

Just as you expected everyone was running around like crazy. You got there just in time to help one of the bridesmaids not rip her dress and then sat in the corner to fix the issue. At some point Faith had had enough of the bickering and chatting and demanded that everyone leave the room except for you. And the photographer of course.

With some music on and some champagne for the bride you helped her into her dress. In the mirror you stood just beside her. She grabbed your hand and looked at you through the mirror, a scene that the photographer captured. It was a sweet moment between friends. She looked beautiful.

“This could be you.” She says after a moment. As she gently smoothed her dress out.

“Oh really? Is our wedding still on then? I have something else I can wear if I’m replacing Scott.”

You laugh but Faith just raises an eyebrow.

“I’m being serious. This could be you and Ran. You were made for each other.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Just his dick?” Faith quips.

You roll your eyes but step away to check your makeup one more time.

“All I’m saying is give yourself a chance, ok? You’re reunited and both of you are single. I mean you spent the last two nights fucking.”

“Ok, can we just stop this conversation right now. It’s your wedding day. All attention should be on you.”

“I’m the bride and I decide what I want to talk about. But you’re right I’m going to be walking down the aisle any second now.”

“Ms. Carter I think we should do some shots of you with your family seeing you for the first time.” The photographer speaks up from the corner of the room.

“I’ll leave you to it and I’ll see you down there.”

****

You had made it down to the lobby of the hotel where the rest of the guests were milling about until the ceremony started. There were at least three hundred guests in attendance. A small wedding, in these social circles. Every once in a while someone would stop to talk to you about wanting you to design something for them or asking how you’ve been. You gave quick answers because you desperately wanted to find Ransom.

As you move closer to the entrance where the ceremony is going to be held you spot him. His hair is styled back and he looks so handsome in his tailored tuxedo. The smile on your face falls when a beautiful tall brunette leans in and kisses him. The issue wasn’t that she kissed him but that he kissed her back.

It was as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You turned on your heel and walked to the nearest bathroom. Taking a few deep breaths you tried not to cry. The last few days had been wonderful but just the thought that he had used you to cheat on who you assumed was his girlfriend made you sick to your stomach. Your phone went off and you grabbed it from your clutch to see a message that you were needed by the mother of the bride. You took some tissue and dabbed the corners of your eyes in order to not cry and ruin your makeup and headed back upstairs.

****

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The only issue you had personally was your seat. The chairs had been arranged in a semicircle and unfortunately for you, Ransom and his girlfriend were right in your line of sight on the groom’s side. You had noticed that he kept scanning the seats, probably trying to find you but you do your best to stay hidden from him.

Thunderous applause snaps you out of your thoughts as the husband and wife kiss for the first time. Everyone stands as Faith and Scott start walking down the aisle. Faith’s eyes find you immediately and she gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Tears sting your eyes as she starts walking back hand in hand with Scott and then you’re met with ocean blue eyes.

You square your shoulders and your eyes move from him to his date and back. His jaw tightens and you watch as he shakes her off of him. It doesn’t matter though, you turn your attention to getting out of there and up to the bridal suite to help Faith change into her reception dress.

Fortunately you were seated at the family table so you were next to Faith’s parents. Her mother kept you distracted enough to not look around the room in search of Ransom. It wasn’t until Faith and Scott made their grand entrance and had their first dance as husband and wife that you made eye contact again. He was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the dance floor. His date sat next to him dreamily watching the couple dance.

For the next few hours you had to make sure you stayed at a safe distance. You didn’t need to hear his shitty excuse. This wasn’t the time or place for it. He tried to get closer though, on multiple occasions but you made sure to walk away before he could reach you. At some point Scott whisks you away to the dance floor.

“He’s an idiot.” Scott says.

“Who?”

“Ransom. If it makes you feel better he really did break up with her before the wedding. She just showed up today.”

“It really doesn’t but thanks I guess.” You murmur.

“You know when we were in college he was always at parties, getting drunk and doing everything a guy does at a frat house.”

“That’s thrilling. Why are you telling me this?”

“Just making small talk.” He gives you a little smile when he sees you glaring up at him. “One night though got very drunk. It was in May at the end of the semester. He got completely wasted, that’s when he confided in me that he had left the love of his life behind. He felt horrible about it.”

You tensed because the only important date toward the end of May was the twins’ birthday.

“Every year like clockwork he would do the same thing so eventually I started looking out for him. It didn’t click until the yacht that it was you. I should have known because when I brought Fai to meet him they already knew each other. But I’ve never seen Ransom smile like that in my life. I know there must be something else going on and I don’t need to know it but just talk to him. The girl that’s here, she’s nice and all but it’s obvious she’s not you.”

“Are you really being a wingman for him right now?” You ask as you look around the room. Those piercing blue eyes seem to be everywhere you look.

“No, I’m being one for you. I’ve never seen you smile like you have this weekend either. I can’t imagine what happened between you two in high school but isn’t getting past that worth being happy again?”

“That’s the thing Scott, you don’t know what happened.” You say as the song ends and you leave him standing in the middle of the dancefloor.

You try to walk out as fast as you can. All of the day’s emotions were starting to suffocate you and you needed a moment away from it all. The hotel has a lovely garden that overlooks the ocean. With the reception going on it happens to be empty so you take a seat at a bench facing the beach. After a few minutes of silence and you thinking things through you hear rustling behind you and you dread to look over your shoulder only to find Ransom.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. What is your problem?”

“My problem?” You look at him incredulously. “After the last few days we spent together you show up with another woman on your arm. How am I supposed to feel?”

“She means nothing to me. Is that what this is about? Are you jealous?” He smirks.

“I’m not jealous.” You snap. “I feel used and lied too. Did you really break up with her before the wedding or did you lie about that just so that you could get into someone’s pants?”

Ransom rolls his eyes which only serves to piss you off more. His flippant attitude is not helping the situation and only adding on to your thoughts that he was only using you to have a good time this weekend. If it were true that would be just as devastating as when he walked away without reason.

“I was going to ask you to let me stay in your room when she got here, I just didn’t get a chance to talk to you before the wedding.”

“Didn’t seem like you were trying to get away from her when you shoved your tongue down her throat. Did you think about how I’d feel at all by seeing you with her like that? The answer’s probably not.”

Ok so maybe you were a bit jealous. But in all honesty even if you hadn’t spent most of your time in bed with Ransom for the last few days you would have still been jealous.

You could see the mask that Ransom had methodically crafted to protect himself after years of abuse and fights, slip into place. He’d never just shut down like that on you and whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be good. The muscle in his jaw ticked and his hands were balled into fists at his side.

“We aren’t kids anymore, we don't need to be in a relationship to sleep together. What did you think was going to happen? That we’d ride into the sunset together? Don’t be so fucking naive. It was just sex, it didn’t mean anything.”

Every word cut deeper but you didn’t allow yourself to cry. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see your tears.

“I thought you’d have a bit of respect for the mother of your children.”

“What children? The ones you gave away?” He sneers.

It would have hurt less if he would have slapped you across the face. You stared at him with wide eyes, hurt and disbelief written all over your face. Neither of you say anything and you will yourself to turn around and walk away from him. You send Wanda a text and ask her to have the plane ready to leave tonight, you also miss the way Ransom’s shoulders deflate as he watches you walk away.

****

You had packed up everything quickly and had it taken to the plane while you checked out. The wedding was still going on but you texted Hope and let her know you left. Although you were sure no one would miss you. In the lobby of the hotel you check out and head to the restroom before you head to the plane.

As you give yourself a once over in the mirror one of the stall doors open and you come face to face with someone else you didn’t want to see. She gets closer to the sinks and looks up making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She states excitedly and then groans. “I’m sorry it’s just I’m such a huge fan. I’m Bertie Wilcox.”

“Bertie?”

“It’s short for Alberta. I used to hate it as a kid.” She smiles. “It was actually my boyfriend who gave me the nickname. I’m not sure if I should even call him that. I don’t know where we stand right now.” She rambles as she washes her hands and you turn to look at her. “I guess we’re in a bit of a rough patch. But I hope things work out.”

You give a small hum to acknowledge that you’ve been listening.

“I’m so sorry I don’t tend to ramble about my personal life with someone I just met. This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“The wedding dress was so lovely. I didn’t know you had a wedding line.”

She’s being nice which means she most likely doesn’t know about you and Ransom. It also makes it difficult for you to hate her. What’s happened between you and Ransom really isn’t her fault and she is the one in a relationship with him. You have no right to have any hateful feelings towards her but you still can’t help it. If she hadn’t shown up then tonight would have gone completely different.

“I don’t.”

“Oh. What a shame. You’d definitely take over that industry.” She smiles at you and you give her a half hearted smile back.

“I should go. I have a plane to catch.”

“It was nice meeting you.” She says as she watches you walk away.

She waits a minute before she heads back to the reception. Bertie finds Ransom at the bar and takes the seat beside him. He doesn’t look at her or acknowledges her presence and Bertie can only sigh. For the rest of the night he’s more distant than before. When they do make it upstairs to the suite Ransom had, she takes the bed and he takes the couch.

By the time you get back to New York your eyes sting from having spent most of the time on the flight crying. How did such a good weekend go bad so quickly?

It was still fairly early in the day and the only thing that made you smile was the pictures of Theodore and Abigail for their first day of school. You made sure to have one of them printed so that you could keep it on your desk at work. With a quick text a promise to do something that weekend and wish them a great first day.

Wanda meets you at your apartment and immediately hugs you. You weren’t sure if it’s what you needed because you started crying again. Fortunately Wanda didn’t ask any questions and you only said that you and Ransom had a disagreement but she knew it was more than that.

“I cleared the next two days for you.” She says as she helps you unpack.

“That’s not necessary. I’d much rather work.”

“Then work on new designs but you won’t be meeting any new clients this week.” Wanda crosses her arms over her chest.

You open your mouth to say something but then decide against it. Wanda takes it as a win and gives you one more hug before inviting you over to her place to a dinner party she’s hosting at the end of the week.

After she leaves you take a quick shower and decide to take a nap. At this point you’d been awake for way too long. As you settle into bed your phone rings. You see Abigail’s smiling face and you quickly answer it. She immediately goes into details about her first day and how different schools are in New York than they are in the smaller town in Ohio she grew up in. Theodore adds his own commentary as his face pops into frame. You smile and ask a few questions here and there. After a few minutes they let you go and the need to sleep is stronger. Maybe if you take a nap everything will be better by the time you wake up.

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🦊Culture Shock🐰 A Jungkook Series Episode 4: Holidays/Traditions

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I am sorry I didn’t upload last week. I was out getting a job! Manifesting that I get accepted and that everything I’m manifesting comes true!

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends)

Fandom: BTS

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cringy, full of crack moments.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

Word Count: 2.0k

Taglist: @7ndipity; @yoongimentita7; @ancoraesisto; @lovemeforeternity, @hrtss4jk, @ellelabelle; @fullpaperperfection; @minpdrecs

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[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

🦊: *singing* Hi, it’s me again. I’m back!

Jungkook: *singing* Let’s talk ASAP. Do you have the time?

Both: Let’s talk!~

🦊: *giggles* WE’RE BACK!

Jungkook: We’re sorry we didn’t do last week’s podcast. We forgot to pre-record while I was in the States.

🦊: It was honestly my fault. I should have reminded Galletita.

Jungkook: This podcast is not under any agency or anything like that. We do everything ourselves. Just Y/N, our producer friend, and I. And we all kind of forgot *in between chuckles* about my schedule.

🦊: I got it from Sejin, besties!~ I’ll tell you know, he’s gonna go t-

Jungkook: Stop~

🦊: Okay okay~

Jungkook: Before we begin with our main topic, I would like to say that Y/N has been talking to me about a lot of different things like... *chuckles*

🦊: Doja cat situation, Lizzo lawsuit, Ariana Grande homewrecker, BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE~ Jujutsu Kaisen~

Jungkook: *scoffs* I would just like to say, that our takes on the celebrity area is pretty common.

🦊: Yeah, Namjoon-oppa and I generally have the sa-

Jungkook: Well... He just d-

🦊: *screams* AH!!!! LALALALALALA!! Don’t expose it!

Both: *laughs*

Jungkook: So, there are many different things, but Y/N asked that we talk a little bit about Jujutsu Kaisen.

🦊: This is an anime we both really enjoy.

Jungkook: For sure. We’re both anime geeks. So, I got Y/N into Jujutsu Kaisen, they didn’t want to see it, but then they saw it and-

🦊: I’m obsessed!~

Jungkook: They’re crazy over the characters.

🦊: Gege put his whole Gegussy on these characters

Jungkook: *laughs* *in between laughs* Gegussy~

🦊: But then! Ask me how anything works, like the techniques or anything like that.

Jungkook: How does Sukuna’s-

🦊: I have no fucking idea.

Jungkook: *laughs*

🦊: *in between chuckles* I’m just here to be on my “Seven” era.

Jungkook: *gasps* *laughs away from the mic*

🦊: Explicit version. Moanday, Tongueday, Wetday, Thristday, Freakday, Sexday, Suckday, seven days a week.

Jungkook: *sighs smiling* *in between chuckles* WHY?!~

🦊: What do you meAN WHY?! Gojo has been everything since season 1. Same with Shoko with her eyebags~ But now they’re animating the man that I have been OBSESSED with since Gege put him on paper... *long pause* ... Toji Fushiguro.

Jungkook: *smacks his lips* *groans* Oh my god~

🦊: I’m obsessed with him! The fact that-

Jungkook: You gotta stop~

🦊: Shh! The fact that he’s voiced by Dio?!~ *squeals then giggles*

Jungkook: I love that voice actor. Dio from Jojo is-

🦊: Everything.

Jungkook: A menace

🦊: I can fix him.

Jungkook: *scoffs* Stop

🦊: He can make a single parent

Jungkook: Oh my god!

🦊: Seven days a week?

Jungkook: *snickers*

🦊: Wait, who’s your favorite?

Jungkook: Maki.

🦊: *gasps* I LOVE MAKI! She’s so badass. I... Okay, I love all of them. I’m obsessed with Choso, Sukuna, Nanami~

Jungkook: Nanami looks 45~

🦊: Does IT LOOK~ Like I care?~ I love him~

Jungkook: What abot Inumaki?

🦊: Okay, the underaged characters are, you know... Off-limits to me, because they’re children~ But I like a man like Inumaki.

Jungkook: A person with few words?

🦊: Yeah. Or like Yuta.

Jungkook: Wait, why Yuta?

🦊: Are you kidding me? He’s loyal~ He’s depressed~

Jungkook: *laughs*

🦊: He’s attentive~ A green flag~

Jungkook: That’s why you like *bleep*?

Both: *gasps*

Jungkook: Imsosorry! We can bleep it out.

🦊: Yeah yeah yeah! Daehyun, please don’t forget~

🦊: But let’s get serious! Our topic today is~

Both: Holidays~

Jungkook: So of course, Y/N is from one side of the world and I’m from another~

🦊: Yeah, strangely enough though!~ We~ were both colonized.

Jungkook: *gasps* True~

🦊: That opened your third eye?

Jungkook: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* No.

🦊: *giggles*

Jungkook: I wasn’t culturally shocked by American holidays, like explicitly American, think Fourth of July, thanksgiving, memorial day, stuff like that.

🦊: Mhm~

Jungkook: The one that did shock me was “Black Friday”.

🦊: Oh~

Jungkook: Y/N actually took me to celebrate that day, we were at Walmart and it was like... A zombie movie.

🦊: *snickers* Yes~

Jungkook: It was crazy~

🦊: And I would just like to say, we only went because he was curious and I hadn’t been to one... EVER!

Jungkook: I had an amazing deal on electronics.

🦊: He had to fight a Karen.

Jungkook: Which! She saw me, just my face, approached me grabbed the speaker. Then she saw my muscles and stuff and she just gave it to me.

🦊: For context. He was wearing a tight black shirt and gray joggers. He looked HOT~

Jungkook: Thank you~

🦊: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* That’s the only compliment you’ll get today.

Jungkook: Mmmmhm~

🦊: *giggles*

Jungkook: There are a lot of Latin celebrations that we did.

🦊: We have traveled a lot.

Jungkook: We have~ I think that’s why... Um~ Your, not really, one-sided love thinks we might be something.

🦊: Ew... For real?

Jungkook: *sarcastically* No... For fake... YES, FOR REAL!

🦊: Ew... I don’t wanna date you!

Jungkook: I don’t wanna date you either!

🦊: ANYWAYS!

Jungkook: Anyways, we celebrated a lot of Latin celebrations. Like different independence days, race days, and flags days.

🦊: When we went to Mexico we did the “Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe” and w-

Jungkook: We wanted to see the Lady of Guadalupe so badly, but she never appeared.

🦊: Nope~

Jungkook: We also went to Bolivia in August for the “Feast of the Virgen de Urkupiña”, “Feast of Our Lady Altagracia” in the Dominican Republic in January.

🦊: The one that took the longest was the “Fiestas Patronales” in Puerto Rico.

Jungkook: Oh yeah! They start in August but end around January or February.

🦊: We did this one when there were no schedules for him or any of the BTS members.

Jungkook: It was fun to experience traveling from town to town. All 78 of them.

🦊: And I would like to clarify that it’s not just one day per town. It’s a weekend-

Jungkook: Or maybe a whole week...

🦊: Of just carnival rides, street food, and music.

Jungkook: It was really fun. We skipped the ones that had the same performers.

🦊: Was that shocking to you?

Jungkook: Oh! For sure!~ It was very beautiful the idea of 78 towns coming together to schedule festivals. The festival ended in one town and then it continued in another.

🦊: I think these moments are important to realize that “culture shock” can be bad and horrible but also beautiful and fun.

Jungkook: Exactly. I think it’s fun that we like each other’s culture and can make each other see what we grew up with and understand each other more because of that.

🦊: Aw... You’re such a softie~

Jungkook: You too.

🦊: *long pause* You’re the most amazing friend ever... *sighs softly* I’m glad and I appreciate that you take your time off your schedule to come to my country and see what it was like for me growing up and we can make fun of things together.

Jungkook: Me too... I couldn’t have picked a better friend...

🦊: Aw!~ I would hug you but the mics are on the way.

Jungkook: Yeah, no, don’t hug me. I’m meeting someone later.

🦊: *chuckles*

Jungkook: One culture shock that I really liked was the “Noche de San Juan”.

🦊: Oh! I loved the “Noche de San Juan”

Jungkook: Basically it’s a day that happens every 23rd of June, around the summer solstice and it’s to celebrate the taino new year.

🦊: Oh! He said it correctly~

Jungkook: Hey! Bad Bunny taught me how to say “taino”.

🦊: *chuckles* Okay! Okay! It’s one of the longest days, but at night it’s very magical.

Jungkook: Oh yeah!~

🦊: So, what we do is that at midnight we do a backflip-

Jungkook: Or swim backward!

🦊: And it’s supposed to represent letting go of bad things and welcoming new things.

Jungkook: Wait... That’s why you swam forward and told me to swim forward too?

🦊: Yep!

Jungkook: Oooooh!~

🦊: And something that I added was wishing for things. Or, even manifest things.

Jungkook: And honestly? It works!

🦊: Really?!

Jungkook: Yeah, I wished to be no.1 on billboard and it came true

🦊: Oh! *scoffs* We knew that was gonna happen~

Jungkook: *sighs* I know bu-

🦊: You trust ARMY too much but you couldn’t trust them with this?~

Jungkook: It’s not that~ I wanted to impress ARMY and the world~

🦊: And you did~

Jungkook: Thanks to the wish~

🦊: *snickers then chuckles* Okay~

Jungkook: What was your culture shock?~

🦊: The festivals too.

Jungkook: Okay bu-

🦊: They’re different~

Jungkook: Exactly. We don’t have carnivals rides~

🦊: Yeah~

Jungkook: But also, when we did chuseok.

🦊: *gasps* Oh yeah! I didn’t expect your parents to be a bit disappointed when I didn’t bring spam.

Jungkook: Spam IS very important.

🦊: I didn’t expect spam to be THAT important~

🦊 : I made mandu, which is Korean dumplings, but his parents already made some~

Jungkook: They loved it!~

🦊: I know, but they just wanted some spam~

Jungkook: *chuckles*

🦊: We did the 설날 festival. I wore this awesome hanbok an-

Jungkook: And I also wore a hanbok.

🦊: I did 세배 to your parents~ And it was lovely~

Jungkook: If you guys don’t know, it’s when you bow deeply to your elders and wish them a happy new year.

🦊: And they gave me 세배돈, which I took which was a little shame because I did not expect money to be given to me because I wished my elders a happy new year and bowed.

Jungkook: It was beautiful. Y/N’s hanbok was great.

🦊: We ate 떡국~ 전~ 잡채~

Jungkook: It was awesome~

🦊: It was delicious~

Jungkook: And don’t worry guys~ I did bring spam!

🦊: I would just like to say, we’re already four episodes in, and I would just like to take the time to congratulate Jungkook on his solo endeavors. He has worked so hard you guys and... *sighs/trying not to try*

Jungkook: 울어?

🦊: *with a shaky voice* 당연히 울어! You work so hard~ And to see it blossom~ *sniffles* It’s been awesome. And the podcast is taking off too! And without any sponsors or anything. We really did this from the ground up.

Jungkook: Aw... I would just like to congratulate you too. You got 100% on the TOPIK test. You got a job ON YOUR OWN at Hybe? You’re doing amazing too.

🦊: *smacks lips* I hate you~

Jungkook: I hate you too~

🦊: I still beat you at Mario Kart.

Jungkook: And I beat you at Overwatch.

🦊: You’re the bestest friend EVER~

Jungkook: You’re the awesomest friend EVER~

🦊: If I ever marry... You know who~ You’re my best man~

Jungkook: *hums* I’m pretty sure he’ll ask me~

🦊: Oh my god~ Why are we like this today~

Jungkook: We just haven’t seen each other in a while... I missed my best friend. It’s not the same having a burping contest with Sejin...

🦊: Oh my god... He’s the WORST burper...

Jungkook: Very girly too...

🦊: Let’s not shame him. He’s handsome.

Jungkook: Not by his burps.

🦊: Did you also cook with him?

Jungkook: I tried but he’s so busy with my schedule.

🦊: Bendito... You know, I missed you too... It wasn’t the same to play Mario Kart with Taehyung. He already experienced the DLC so I didn’t have a fair shot.

Jungkook: Aw... Well... I’m back now...

Jungkook: Thank you guys so much for listening to the podcast.

🦊: Thank you for supporting the podcast and for all your comments.

Jungkook: And if you guys have any topics that you would like us to talk about, you guys can comment on them below!

🦊: Nos vemos la proxima vez.

Jungkook: 여러분~ 다음에 봐요! I have to console this one~

🦊: *squeals then giggles* Ay ya~ No seas estupido~

Jungkook: I’m sorry~ *mic bumps* Let me hug you~

🦊: No no!~ *giggles* Stop~ You have a meeting~

Jungkook: You’re my best friend! I can’t let you be sad over this!

Both: 안녕히 게세요~

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vampire-heart-draculaura · 9 months ago

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I forgot to add the Catty Noir after pics. Gave her back the high pony for the Ariana Grande look.

#Catty Noir #she’s a rescue #monster high #dollblr #g1 monster high #g1 catty noir #VHD

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago

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Stress Relief Part Seven

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only.

Notes: The first few chapters aren’t explicit, so I’ll add the necessary labels when they’re needed.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence; explicit sexual content - rough sex, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, creampie, oral sex (female receiving)

Summary: You were surprised to learn an hour into the drive that Marcus Pike not only knew a lot of Ariana Grande, but he liked to sing under his breath. You didn’t say a word; you were just listening, and fighting to keep your stupid little grin off of your face whenever Marcus glanced over at you. You knew that he must’ve clocked your amusement when he made a point of belting Dangerous Woman as loudly and as badly as possible.

You’d gotten a tip from Bouchard—a good one. He’d been vengeful, and pissed when Mouquin hadn’t come through with anything: bail, lawyers, not a goddamn thing. They’d tried, too. He’d had you and your team reach out to her known-associates stateside, any single name that they could think of. Nothing.

The tip took you to a shop. The shop took you to a dealer. The dealer had you and Marcus heading to New York, with a promise of help from the NYPD and the Antiquities Trafficking Unit.

Marcus was behind the wheel, and you were more than happy to play the part of navigator. He hardly needed your help outside of the GPS. You were surprised to learn an hour into the drive that Marcus Pike not only knew a lot of Ariana Grande, but he liked to sing under his breath. You didn’t say a word; you were just listening, and fighting to keep your stupid little grin off of your face whenever Marcus glanced over at you. You knew that he must’ve clocked your amusement when he made a point of belting Dangerous Woman as loudly and as badly as possible. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Jeez, Pike,” You shook your head, “We oughta start doing team karaoke nights.”

“Soon as this case is solved, we will,” Marcus chuckled. You glanced over to find Pike watching you with a soft, warm look. It seemed almost fond. You didn’t have to admonish him, or tell him to keep his eyes set forward, because he turned back to the road, fingers drumming over the steering wheel.

“What’ve you got over there?” He asked. You could always lie. He was driving, he wouldn’t just reach out and take it to confirm that you were telling the truth. Still, you found yourself sort of wanting to tell him the truth.

“Moquin’s file,” You said.

“Denise?”

“Étienne.”

Marcus was quiet for a moment. Then, “Would’ve thought you had that thing memorized by now.”

“It’s been a while since I looked at it. The team’s started to connect a few dots, cold cases that had his MO but were left off of the list because we all thought he was rotting in hell.”

“Have you connected any dots yet?”

“...Not yet,” You admitted. “But it’s early.”

You were only able to get through a couple more lines before Marcus hedged, “Why don’t you put that down for a while? Playlist is feeling a little dead. Here.”

He reached out, taking the phone up from the console and holding it out to you. You glanced at it, brows raising, before hesitantly taking it from him. Before you could question it, Marcus reached out, sliding his hand between your lap and the file. Your muscles twitched beneath his fingers, and your brows rose as his knuckles brushed against you. You watched as he blindly reached back, setting the file on the seat behind himself.

“...Subtle,” You commented, turning back to the phone and swiping through a few songs. “...Do you know much Betty Who?”

“Nope,” Is Marcus’ chipper reply, “But I’m happy to learn.”

“All set in here?”

You looked up from your notes at his question, nodding.

“The team ready?” You asked.

“Yeah, waiting at the precinct. They’ve got TAC for us.”

“Great. I forgot my monogrammed bulletproof vest at home.”

He smiled, taking a few steps back to allow you to step into the hall of the safe house that the two of you had been set up in for the time being. It was a cruddy little apartment in Brooklyn—a one bedroom with a narrow bed that you were certain you’d have to talk Marcus into taking later. The ride from the safe house to the precinct was fairly quiet. You couldn’t speak to why Marcus wasn’t talking, either to fill the air with light chatter or to mutter the lyrics to 7 Rings under his breath.

You greeted the captain as you approached, thanking her as she passed over your TAC and only half-listening as she ran over the briefing—entry points, potential exit points, notable suspects and items to keep an eye out for.

“Here,” You heard. You glanced back, giving Marcus a small smile as he adjusted your fastening to be a touch tighter.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t...Dislike Marcus. You hadn’t completely disliked him before, even the two of you had locked horns. He was...knowledgeable; a brilliant agent, and a great leader. He was a sweet guy. But the fact that you’d come to respect him as a boss and like him as a person was a leap forward from where you’d been at the beginning of the case. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, but it made doing your job, honing in on the case, the facts, just a little harder.

It made his little glance, his soft, “Remember what I said,” As you got ready for the raid a little more difficult.

It made going against Pike’s orders a touch harder, too.

But it didn’t stop you the way that it should’ve. --

When you found yourself with a gun pointed at you at point-blank range at the Sunset Park Terminal, it wasn’t a surprise by any means—but it wasn’t a nice place to be, either.

You didn’t think about it in the moment. It was something that would come up later, when you had to file the report; when you had to sort through the details with your therapist; when you had to compartmentalize it for yourself, sort it into the mental folder of ‘times you almost died at work’.

But in the moment, you just held still. You looked into the eyes of the man pointing the gun at you. You maintained even breathing, despite the fact that your heart was pounding rapidly. And then, when you had the chance—when he flinched, when he blinked—you sprung into action. You twisted his wrist, and he howled in pain as he let go, sending the gun skittering to the floor. It was only a moment before you had him on the ground, on his knees.

You were already rounding to grip his wrists, reciting his rights. You faltered as you glanced up, catching sight of Pike—of his stony face, of the warning there. You knew that you were in for it. You couldn’t even imagine the warmth that he’d regarded you with just a few hours before—you found yourself almost straining to remember it. You wanted to remember it; after having a gun pointed at you, you were grappling for something kind. But after acting out, you weren’t going to get anything like that from Pike, you were certain.

“We’ll meet you there,” Pike told the head of the New York team before he rested his hand on your shoulder, steering you toward your car. To almost anyone else, it seemed like Pike just wanted to have a quick strategy chat. But you felt the way that he gripped your shoulder; he was on the edge of heaving you by your TAC vest.

You ducked into the car that the two of you had rolled up in and tugged on your seatbelt. You could feel the anger and heat rolling off of Pike in waves as he got in. You were expecting him to let you have it the second he got into the car, but he said nothing. He just started the car and drove. He didn’t look at you, or start the lecture you were anticipating.

You didn’t ask any questions as Pike drove the car to the safe house. You didn’t ask, you didn’t push, you didn’t goad him like you might’ve at the beginning of the weekend, like you might’ve at the start of the case—or even like you might’ve at the diner.

You were out of the car first, you were into the apartment first, and Marcus slammed the door shut behind the two of you.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He snapped.

You held steady, watching Marcus.

“We were going to lose him—” You started.

“Then we would’ve found him again!” Marcus’ voice was thick with anger, and he was clearly fighting to keep his voice low, to keep from alerting your neighbors, “This case is not coming at an expense of your life—”

“I’m fine.”

“You had a gun pointed at your head.”

“I handled it!”

Marcus reached out, gripping your TAC vest, “You could’ve died,” He seethed, staring imploringly in your eyes, “And for what?”

“A solid lead.”

“Is that what you think I want? A solid lead and a dead agent?”

Your stomach dropped with shame at the rage and irritation muddling Pike’s features. You took in a few deep breaths, trying to find the right words to say.

I’m sorry wouldn’t cut it; It won’t happen again would be a lie; You gonna take me off the case? would seem like a slap in the face.

“Pike—”

“Is that what you think I want.”

“...What do you want?” Maybe it was a stupid question, considering how close you two were still, how tightly he was gripping you.

When you kissed, you came together harshly. Your lips met with sharp pressure. Marcus’ hands tugged more tightly at your vest, hauling you against him. Your hands scrambled at the velcro on his TAC, ripping it open between the two of you and pushing it off. He reached for yours in kind, shoving it off of your shoulders. You shook it off, tossing it away before you reached down, palming his hardening cock through his trousers. You squirmed, grunting at the lingering sting as he gave your lip a harsh tug with his teeth.

You grappled artlessly with one another before you found yourself shoved face-first against the wall. You reached down, lowering your pants hurriedly as Marcus crowded up behind you. You were certain that he was going to just press into you, but you felt him push your thighs apart and spit on your pussy. You shuddered, rolling your hips down against his mouth and panting as he leaned up to chase the growing slick there. Marcus eased a finger into you, curling it and flexing it before sliding in another. He turned his head, nipping at your thigh before sucking on the spot. You cursed softly, glancing back to look at Marcus. Your stomach flipped as you found his eyes closed, lips parted as he lapped at you around his fingers. He leaned away a little, laying another nip on your ass before he eased his fingers back out.

Marcus straightened up, resting one hand on the back of your neck as he pressed his cock into you. You groaned, resting your head against the wall and closing your eyes. He didn’t give you long to adjust to the sensation, the weight and girth of him before he was pulling out and plunging back into you. You groaned loudly, your mouth falling open as he pounded into you.

“Fuck,” You moaned, reaching back and sliding your hand into his hair. He groaned in kind, pressing his face into your neck as he kept his sharp pace. Your heart stuttered in your chest as he took hold of your hands, intertwining your fingers before pressing them against the wall in front of you. His pace was relentless; the crush of his body was suffocating; the grip on your hands tightened as he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

There were moments when you thought that you imagined what happened. But then you felt the soreness between your thighs; you felt the nip he laid on your thigh or ass or shoulder throb just a touch; you felt his cum drip out of you, just a bit. It would draw your attention away from the matter at hand, away from the interrogation, from the updates being given by the New York team. It made your body go hot. You fought not to fidget in front of the others—the suspects, your fellow officers, him.

The ride back to the safe house that evening was as quiet as it had been before, but the air didn’t hold the same tension. You were tired, and aching. The day’s events were beginning to catch up with you. In the moment, what you had done had felt right and justified, but Marcus had been right. You could’ve died.

Marcus ordered takeout from a little place around the corner, waiting for it as you showered. You took your time, taking stock of your body. You had a darkening bruise on your shoulder, and could just make out the edge of another on your inner thigh. The sight sent a shiver down your spine.

Convincing Marcus to sleep in the same bad as you hadn’t taken as much coaxing as you’d expected. You just hooked your fingers in the pockets of his sweatpants, tugged him in just a little and asked nicely. Maybe he’d felt guilty for the tone he’d taken with you earlier, or how roughly he’d grabbed and held you. But Marcus had dutifully trailed you to bed and climbed in beside you, careful and gentle in a way that had seemed unfathomable just hours ago.

You watched him in the dim light of the room, eyeing the flash of heat on his face as he eyed the blossoming bruise on your shoulder. He dipped his head, brushing a penitent kiss to the skin. You reached up, tenderly combing your fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” You murmured. He sighed softly, nuzzling against you.

“So am I,” He mumbled. “I shouldn’t have allowed my emotions to cloud my professional judgement.”

Your stomach churned with nerves, and you swallowed thickly, fingers flexing against his scalp.

“Do you want to take back what happened?” You hedged.

“That’s impossible.”

“But if you could?”

“...No,” Marcus shook his head. It had taken a moment, but it was definitive and warm. It lifted a weight from your chest. You slid your head down to his cheek, sweeping your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I wouldn’t, either.” Your gaze swept his face, biting your lip. “...You gonna take me off the case?”

You winced as Marcus groaned, reeling away and settling back against the pillows as he scrubbed at his eyes.

“I should,” He mumbled.

“But?”

“...Three strikes,” He warned. “And you are out. I’m not standing for this again.”

“Understood.” You rolled over, snuggling into his side and curling an arm around his middle. “Though I sort of enjoyed being reprimanded.” You gave him a cheeky grin as Marcus’ gaze lowered to you, a soft smile curling his lips. He reached down, smoothing his hand over your thigh before giving it a cheeky pinch. You squirm against the sting before you settle your head down, closing your eyes. It was only a moment before Marcus’ hand splayed across your thigh, his thumb gently sweeping over the stinging skin.

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#Marcus Pike x Reader #Marcus Pike x You #Marcus Pike/Reader #Marcus Pike/You #Marcus Pike fic #Marcus Pike imagine #Stress Relief

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the-type-a · 2 years ago

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Duncney Song #6:

Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande

BANGER!

This one is in Courtney’s POV all the way.

The way the lyrics paint the picture of Courtney knowing she’s about to get herself into trouble but not caring because it’s with Duncan is *chefs kiss*

It just screams Duncney coming up with that plan to steal Chef’s food, and just every single little scheme they come up with together.

The lyrics “I’ve been doing stupid things, wilder than I’ve ever been.” are duncneycoded because duhhh our girly is letting loose and just having fun!

And the chorus is a no brainer 😘

At the end of the day it’s what keeps their relationship fun and spontaneous.

EDIT TO ADD THESE LYRICS BC IDK HOW I FORGOT

#duncney song deep dives #duncney #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #duncney playlist

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theoraclenextdoor · 1 year ago

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totally forgot if i included the info but: kyra, she/her, a public reading is fine!

thank you 💕!

Thanks again for participating in my tarot ask game. I am more grateful than words can express. Here is your reading!

(she/her | virgo sun, capricorn moon, aquarius rising | “i’d like to know how my future career looks right now/if it’s what i desire. i feel very strongly about it but wanna see what spirit would like to say.”)

Kyra, Kyra, Kyra: when it comes to careers, you can have whatever you want. Your big 3 is such a combination. You are a powerhouse. But you already know that, right? Usually, I’d do a past, present, future reading here but I felt such strong confidence and assurance before I even picked up the deck. So, when I shuffled, I did so under the intention of solely looking into what will most likely come to pass under the conviction that you have now.

“I have to ask: can you feel it? The vibration, your vibration? Do you feel light? High vibe? There’s ‘prime manifestation’ vibes here. Iridescent pink bubble, ‘7 rings’ by Ariana Grande vibe. Sultry, Dangerous Woman vibes. Golden God is a Woman vibes. (I feel like you might think me cliché but I’m for real!!) That Divine Feminine Essence energy. The Supermoon playlist on spotify vibes.”

Your space feels so energetically right. When it comes to your career, you’re bringing this sensuality and excitement. I’m excited for you! Though, I genuinely don’t know if I can tell you anything that you don’t already know. Let’s dive in.

From left to right, I pulled King of Cups, Seven of Coins, and Queen of Cups.

The answer to everything lies in your inner emotional and spiritual world. Look for signs that will reflect this back to you in your outer world. It’s all about water. How does the water flow in your household? Does the sink have good pressure? Does your shower? Does the tap leak, even when it’s off? Have you left the water running by mistake recently? What about around you? Any pools of water? Are they clear? Clean? The outer is always a reflection of the inner. Anyway, I’m curious as to what career you’re pursuing because I feel it’s the right one. I’m immediately drawn to the King and Queen of Cups. There’s this sort of rightness in the way that the Queen is on the right and the King of the left. Your divine feminine energy is running the show, and doing it quite well, might I add. And your masculine energy knows that it’s time to back off for now, to just observe. You are in direct alignment with your true desires. Not only are you connected with the surface level of your subconscious but the deep waters of it as well.

However, seeing the Seven of Coins makes me think that somewhere between your deep inner connection with yourself and the surface level connection, there’s a feeling pressure to make the right decision. I get the sense that you know there’s a decision you have to make to either switch up or persevere. You’re spiritual, you already know “everything happens for a reason” and to “trust the process”, etc. but you only want to make this decision one time and be right the first time. I asked about this blockage and pulled the Five of Coins. I feel like maybe this blockage is caused by a “logic-based” fear of adversity or financial hardship? I hear/feel a “I wanna trust my intuition but what if..” type of energy. Your intentions are good, your intuition is spot on, that divine feminine energy within you is everything. Your desires are quickly manifesting from the depths of your inner world, to the surface of it, and finally into your outer world. But that hesitation needs clearing. Clear that and you can have whatever you want. And all you need to do is embody that truth you already know. Remember: it’s not about what we do, it’s about who we’re being while we do the thing.

I want to say there’s also a “physicality” to this, I can’t quite nail down. I didn’t know if so should include that, since I can’t tell you anything further on it, but maybe it’ll mean something to you?

This is going to manifest to the exact degree that you believe it will. You are so in tune with your own magic right now, Kyra.

please let me know how or if this resonates, as much as your comfortable with. i value all feedback, long or short.

🚪 with love and light, eden

#🚪 the oracle next door #tarot readings #🦅 the oracle is early #🃏 the oracle’s tarot— personal readings

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ethanmorales · 1 year ago

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ooh idk if its too late to say this, if it is ignore it like its not a big deal, but if its not.. then id like to add to my previous request if it could have the vibes of the song “boyfriend” by ariana grande and social house. this is however only if you’re okay wirh it and if i’m not asking too much ofc. i was just listening to it recently and thought it went rly wel with the plot i had in my head for my previous request. only if you want tho and if it’s not too much lol

Honestly, this will probably help lol and it’s definitely not too late. Stuck at work for another half hour so have not started writing yet. Gotta love June peak time 😅 I forgot about this song… jamming to it now lol

#lovely anon

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blorbo-from-the-cosmos · 2 years ago

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Hii i’m the anon that just shared my (almost🥲) success story! I understand if u don’t want to post this, i just wanted you to know this!! i totally forgot to add one interesting thing that happened with my subconscious! This all happened after i woke up (not tapping in)

So i came across this post where someone was doing like a tarot but with songs on shuffle?? she’d ask her sub the questions and a number would come up and then there’s this song that would pop up answering her question! with the titles or lyrics!! she was asking SP related questions and they were all pretty apt it seems but i think she had used an app or something and i remember thinking that’s too much work but i also thought that’s so cool

Later on, when i was listening to music on shuffle (my apple music is always on shuffle🤭) so i didn’t think much of the previous story i mentioned above! I was just doing my daily chores but; i noticed there was a pattern with my songs! all the songs that would come on had like a positive vibe! Like one of them was be alright by ariana grande, most of the songs had a common theme of life being so good🥹🥹🥹 so i just know that was my subconscious talking to me without me asking for any hints🥹

Hopefully next time i’m typing this it will be my success story🥹💓

I’m gonna reply to this one & your last one just to avoid sending 2 different replies but I 10000000% understand what you mean about feeling like your subconscious doesn’t listen even though you know it does and it’s just like 😭 help me out bestie!!!

The truth it I think we over complicate our relationship with our subconscious and treat it like it’s out to get your or it’s some stubborn being that just there to get in the way of your success. When I shifted into the void, I realized I’d been really harsh on my subconscious. I’d take out all my frustrations and blame it for past failures but never praised it for any successes, so when I told myself I was going to shift I was very gentle and said it in a calm voice the way you would to reassure a child. Everyone is different ofc, but I think being gentle is the greatest way to guide your subconscious because it’s not out to get you but rather it’s there to reflect whatever you show it. Show it kindness and that’s exactly what it’ll reflect onto you <3

You can even see that sign you’re sending to yourself and all those good vibes you’re getting!!! You’ll get your desires when you least expect it and once you experience that first “successful” shift (because they’re all successful ofc, but the one where you feel the change is the one that changes your whole mindset imo), you’ll realize it was easier than you thought it was all along and you’ll start to see a domino effect of everything in your life just naturally going your way <3

I’m excited to see your success story 🥹🤍

#blorbo from the cosmos #philosophy with blorbo #blorbo replies #ask blorbo #law of assumption #manifestation #reality shifting #affirmations #manifesting #shifting #self concept #shiftblr #loa

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hotpinkstars · 5 months ago

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ABOUT ME!

forgot to do this so here we go lol

i kinda play all 4 but i barely play anymore lol, but my fav characters are..

hsr: boothill, topaz, jingliu, ruan mei

hi3: mobius, thelema, villv, bronya (esp s-nex), and veliona/seele

gi: shenhe, emelie, yae miko, raiden

prsk: airi, akito, haruka, shizuku, mafuyu

my favorite music artists are jhene aiko, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nessa barrett, sabrina carpenter, TATE MCRAE, pitbull, twenty one pilots, melanie martinez, conan gray, taylor swift, ariana grande!!! my fav song(s) from each are...

jhene: sativa, higher, stranger

olivia: obsessed, brutal, get him back, vampire

megan: cobra, big ole freak, where them girls at

nessa: passenger princess, too hot to cry, noose, pretty poison

sabrina: taste, espresso, fast times, don't smile

tate: exes, chaotic, think later, its ok im ok

pitbull: greenlight, back in time, international love

tøp: redecorate, lavish, clear, cut my lip, atrofd, hometown, polarize, forest, be concerned

mel: the principal, faerie soirée, teddy bear, nymphology

conan: bourgeoisieses, fainted love, maniac, astronomy

taylor: style, clara bow, 'slut!', i can see you

ari: R.E.M, nasty, love language, sweetner

some random songs i also rly like but dont really listen to the artists in general are: switch it up - pooh shiesty, too hotty - qc, bussin - moneybagg yo, between us - TYuS, romans revenge - nicki minaj (eminem vers), piece of me - britney spears.

fun fact: i saw olivia live, saw melanie and conan at lollapalooza, seeing tøp on oct. 1, and fs seeing nessa & tate when they tours again! if anyone wants any videos of all then just ask and when i go ill get them for u (or if its olivia conan and mel i can just send them over haha) (can u tell that i love concerts)

my birthday is actually october 1st, so i get to see my favorite artists as a birthday gift and im so excited eee!

my hobbies: i like to draw, go on walks/runs, and i play alto saxophone!!! i also really like to do makeup

anyways, those are some things about me! i'll add onto this when i figure out more

#hotpinkstars about me

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thought-tracing · 8 months ago

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media of the week!

3/15/2024

Music

This song is lit ALSO lowkey the guy on Twitter who has been getting flack over his edit of this song in his boiler room set put me on SORRY NOT SORRY.... I think I listened to this album before but like forgot to add any of the songs idk i love this one tho

IGLOO(FUCKING)GHOST HOLY SHITTTTTTTT he's back and he has the best album cover ever (see more at #music posting)

youtube

its been stuck in my head for so long and I finally added it to my playlist. M83 you will always be famous

IYKYK

THE SLOW DOWN SECTION INTO THE CHORUS... oh Ariana you did your big one on this

adding this again because I'm still obsessed

adding my playlist I put on my CD I made because its so good: see all about that on #movie posting / #music posting

Movies

movie machine broke sorry, i was gonna watch Pi for 3.14 day but erm i had a midterm to study for and fortnite to play..

I tried watching Young Royals season 3 but like....... i'm a grown ass man that shit is awful now: see review

Games

The Finals is super fun!

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

#media of the week #burial #iglooghost #m83 #ariana grande #jane remover #young royals #an original thought-tracing production #Spotify #Youtube

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babygirl i am realizing you probably have COMPLETELY different taste than me im really doubting how much ull like these but!! also ty boo for giving me a ref on ur limit for songs <3 i DO listen to a lot of songs that have screaming lyrics like that and i figured that was like the hard limit for u so.

alsO I FORGOT TO ADD THESE BUT I LOVE THEM SO

fantasy - mariah carey

criminal - britney spears

these r kinda all over da place and i think im missing some tbh but aa

closer - nine inch nails (look i know the lyrics are actually depressing but god this song is still hot)

fantasize - ariana grande

xxx - kim petras

talking body - tove lo

habits (stay high) - tove lo

what i like - charli xcx

all night - icona pop

lovegame - lady gaga

holy ghost - borns (ok straight up the singer is super gross. i do not support him in the slightest but this song is really fucking good.)

play date - melanie martinez

futuresex / lovesound - justin timberlake

3 - britney spears (this song is literally about having a 3some and shes so sexy for that)

toxic - britney spears

gimme more - britney spears

if u seek amy - britney spears (LOOK HER MUSIC IS JUST YUMMY)

naughty girl - beyonce

baby boy - beyonce (GIRL I WAS LSITENING TO THIS IN THE GYM ONE NIGHT AND I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE SO I WAS SINGING IT BUT KJHDKJHKHSJDG I WASNT. I LITERALLY SAW SOMEONE PASS FROM TH E MIRROR I WAS READY TO DIE)

bad boy - cascada

when im with you - mystery skulls (cw: the intro has like a kinda high pitched sound? i know it bugs some ppl so i just wanted to ment)

fantasy - mystery skulls

another night - real mccoy

work from home - fifth harmony

promiscuous - nelly furtado

goodies - ciara

my humps - black eyed peas

the way i are - timbaland (ok its the vocals theyre just so !)

give it to me - timbaland

love in this club - usher

whatever you like - t.i.

hot in herre - nelly

candy shop - 50 cent

laffy taffy - d4l

thong song - sisqo

pony - ginuwine (i saw (and saved) a leon edit to this and when i say it had me panting first time i saw it-)

animals - maroon 5

cake by the ocean - dnce (overrated yes, but goorlll.)

sexy bitch - david guetta (I HAVE A RE4 LEON EDIT TO THIS AND GRRRRRRRRRRRRR)

sexy naughty bitchy - tata young

if u want i can give u more song recs in the future too..im normal about music 👉👈 its just so hard remembering them all at once i literally keep having "omg i forgot this song" moments aaa fjgsdjgjdfg

xoxo hope ur shift is fast and tolerable 🐕

forgot to answer this sorry pookie but i will also give all of these songs a listen !! i’m almost halfway through ur other list of songs but that one’s longer so i should be good :)

#🐕 anon

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lorirwritesfanfic · 2 years ago

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I'm so glad you enjoyed this piece, Sabrina 😍 I've been daydreaming about this fic since the first year of KLAW, but every now and then something came up and I couldn't write it.

My only entry last year was that super sad fic about Liam's coronation, so this time I wanted to picture Liam x Jade only in happy moments. They deserve it.

Now you mentioned, I just realized I forgot to add the song to the prompt 😅 but yes, it's Ariana Grande's song. And don't worry. That part about Liam not knowing The Weeknd was an artist is based on my own silliness (back in 2016, I thought The Weeknd was a band 🫣😂).

Thank you so much for reading and reblogging, my dear 🥰

Vivid Memories

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Rating: T Word count: 1198 Reading time: ~5min Summary: Liam and Jade go out to dance and the night will bring back a fond memory to him. Based on the prompt: @kingliamappreciationweek day five: Friendships/Relationships/AU

Author’s note:

Jade Bourbon is a creation of this author. The others characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios;

The dates and places mentioned in this fic are part of a timeline I came up with to guide myself as I write Liam and Jade's story. Please do not assume this is canon.

Once again, thank you @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting King Liam Appreciation Week ❤

Paris, July 2018

City lights illuminated the royal motorcade as Liam gazed out the window and toyed with Jade's wedding band while holding her hand. The last time he was here, he kept wondering if he would come back with her again to have another late night stroll. He wondered if he'd ever be as in love as he was then and if things didn't work out, he'd be happy to back. Every stone in the streets, every tree, every bush, every lock attached to the Pont Des Arts railing, even the waters of the Seine were their witnesses. Every part of city knew how he felt that night. Paris would never be the same to him again.

Fortunately, Paris would know now how much their love had grown and how happy they were to spend the last days of their honeymoon.

"We're here!" Jade cheered as the car rolled to a stop in front of a crowded nightclub.

Liam's forehead creased as he glanced outside. "Is this place, Lucas?"

"Yes, sir," the driver replied.

"Of course it is! The Weeknd's pictures when he was was here yesterday!"

"I don't follow..." The king's brows furrowed in confusion. "How is the weekend a person?"

"It's an artistic name, honey. He's an R&B and Soul singer."

"Oh... Is he good?"

"He is. But do you mind waiting until later for us to expand your knowledge on 2010's music? We're here for a very specific reason."

"As you wish, my love."

With a small signal to his guards, the car door opened and Liam climbed out, extending his hand to Jade so she could do the same. Before the paparazzi could recognize the couple, the King's guard ushered them into the nightclub.

A strange scent reached his nose as he found himself in a dimly lit hallway. Smoke, magenta lights, loud EDM music, murmurs and moans in delight as strangers eagerly explored one another's bodies in darker corners surrounded him. Once in a while, Liam made an effort to join his friends in celebrations at nightclubs and dive bars, but he couldn't say he was very fond of places like this.

Just then, Jade smiled at him, pulling him by the hand. She probably didn't know, but that small gesture meant so much to him.

New York, September 2017

When the cab pulled to a stop before the Kismet, Jade thanked the driver and paid for the ride. Liam's brows furrowed. Perhaps he should've paid the cab. It was the least he could've done after she went through all the trouble of arranging a boat ride to the Statue of Liberty in the middle of the night. Yet, all her actions were so fast paced he could barely keep up. Did all New Yorkers seemed to be constantly in a hurry or was it just the ones he had crossed paths with?

Before he knew, they were standing on the sidewalk to walk back into the nightclub. It was a pity they had to return. She was right about that place being the most exclusive nightclub, given the long line still formed outside. But a noisy and crowded nightclub was the last place he wanted to be.

For a moment, he wished he hadn't answered his phone when Drake called to ask where he was. He wished he could've taken Maxwell's suggestion to meet them later at the hotel. Why didn't he seize the opportunity and suggested taking a walk around the city with her? He could've seen the city through her eyes, maybe he could've taken her back home. He just met this enigmatic woman and it was no exaggeration to say he'd gladly spent the rest of the trip getting to know her.

A soft and warm hand then reached for his, bringing him back to reality. As their eyes met, she smiled softly. "Come on! I'm in the mood to dance now."

Was she this excited earlier? Perhaps she was, but he didn't notice it while he watched his friends go straight to the dancefloor to be sure they were having fun.

While Jade guided him back inside, he was surprised they didn't bump into anyone on the way, given how dark the entryway was. As the music grew louder, pink lights reflected on her hair and leather jacket. To follow her, even in a dark hallway, was exhilarating. Somehow, he had this feeling that something good was waiting waiting around the corner.

When they finally reached the dancefloor, the music changed to a pop song not entirely unfamiliar to him.

"Oh, I love this song!" Jade beamed at him and immediately pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as she sang along.

In any other situation, he would've found a way to politely keep a respectful distance between them. After all, they barely knew each other. Yet, he just didn't. Ever since they kissed on the boat, he yearned to be closer to her, to know the smell of her hair, to figure out the base notes of her perfume, to feel how soft her lips were when they get swollen after searing kisses.

His body moved along with hers, following the upbeat rhythm of the song. As he placed a hand on her waist, she turned away, pressed her back against his chest and kept dancing. Anything similar to this in Cordonia could've cause a huge scandal. But here, it didn't matter if she took the lead, if their steps weren't perfectly choreographed, if she was way too close than his security detail would allow any stranger to be. He was free to do as he pleased. And right now, nothing was more pleasant than this.

As his hand slowly roamed across her stomach to keep her closer, a part of him still wondered if he wasn't taking advantage of the situation. The last thing he wanted was to disrespect her limits.

"Is this okay?" He murmured in her ear.

Smiling, she looked back at him, placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers.

"It's more than okay."

With that, his shoulders relaxed. Somehow, following his own whims had brought him more joy than any other moment he followed his friends suggestions. Perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad to be a little reckless for one night.

Paris, July 2018

The dark and crowded hallway, once again, was no match to Jade's eagerness to dance. A mix of joy and pride rose inside his chest. To see his wife happy was always a pleasure, but to know he made her happy was something else entirely.

As soon as they stepped into the dancefloor, the song changed to Into You. Her smile grew wider.

"Oh, this song!"

"The song of our very first dance at Kismet," he added.

Jade's eyes softened as she looked back at him and pulled him into a tight hug. "You remembered..."

"I do. Quite vividly, I must say," he murmured.

"Mmmm... How vividly are we talking about?" She asked with a mischievous smile.

His arms encircled her waist as they started to dance. "Enough to cause a scandal," he whispered. "Perhaps something we can discuss further at our hotel suite?"

"I'll hold you to that, my king."

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