#I've never been able to get something that good in my life

[szatears]

☆ thinking about modernau!smoke coming home to you and your son...

obviously as a business man, he'd be away a lot, often for days at a time. but he always made sure not to stay away for too long, away from his family.

isaiah was your first born son with smoke. he was a tiny baby, his little body no longer than just over half your forearm when you first held him. that day was full of emotions for both you and smoke but in the end, it all paid off.

smoke was hesitant to leave you both when he got calls from his brother about something that had just come up. he'd try and make excuses, telling stack that he could go handled it and it would be fine, even though he knew when it came to handling business, stack was a little more loose than him.

it was you in the end who pushed him. smoke had been coddling you ever since you found out you were pregnant. wouldn't left you lift nothing heavy, touch anything that he could get for you. hell, you shouldn't even be breathing heavy around him if he could help it.

but you knew what his money meant to him. not more than you and his family, of course. but it was important to smoke that he was able to provide for you. "go, baby," you whispered one night as you lay close to him, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. "we'll be okay. plus i've been wanting some time alone with zai, can't have him growing up to be a daddy's boy now, can i?"

reluctantly, he listened to you. and the whole time be was away, all he could do was think about a quick way to do this is he could be back at home, his wife and son in his arms.

smoke couldn't believe he was a father now. it was something he'd dreams of, like a distant future he could never really grasp a hold of, until you came along. you changed his life, almost. gave him that sense of needing and being needed. you made sure that he could be elijah again without having the carry the burden of what he went through. sure, it was always gonna be with him. but with you, it was like he knew how to forget about that.

isaiah wasn't yet old enough to understand that his dad was away for days at a time, nor old enough to understand the reason why. he was just under a year old, gummy smile with two small teeth growing, barely learning how to stand up still for more than seconds at a time.

yet, when he heard the sound of the door opening followed by heavy footsteps, his head would turn, completely disregarding you handing him his toys.

he'd wait until his father walked into his view before he started squirming, a grin on his face as his legs kicked. it would've insulted you how much of a daddy's boy isaiah was if you didn't find it so heartwarming.

"there's my boy," smoke smiled as he picked him. another thing about welcoming a baby boy to the world — you've never seen smoke smile so much. even if he had a rough day, he never let it show around his son. he really was a saving grace to him.

smoke sat isaiah on his lap, leaning his body over towards you for a kiss. "hi, my love," you mumbled against his lips. smoke hummed, genuinely at peace, the day's events all forgotten.

"he been good for you, baby?" he asked, more so directed at isaiah, who only babbled as his dad gently tickled his stomach.

"he slept for most of the day," you yawned, using the arm that rested on the back of the sofa to support your head as you watched them. "wasn't too much trouble. though i'm beginning to think he's happier when you're around."

"yeah, that's my boy," smoke encouraged him, holding isaiah's hand for a high five. he looked over at you, trying to decode based on your body language and facial expressions if you had rested up like you told him you would.

"did you sleep today?" he asked.

"i slept enough last night," you shrugged.

"baby───"

"i'm fine, honestly," you fought a yawn that just so happened to want to be let out at that time.

"no you not. here, c'mon." smoke stood up with isaiah, holding his hand out for you. "it's almost tike for his bedtime, you can sleep too."

"elijah, i'm fine. plus i got a lot to do, i still have to prep for tomorrow───"

"stop making excuses, come on up," he had to speak firmly, you weren’t hearing him.

you stared at him and he stared right back. "woman, you know i'll put him to bed and come drag you up myself if i have to."

you did know. huffing, you walked in front of him, rolling your eyes when he slapped your ass.

whilst you washed your face, brushed your teeth and got ready for bed, smoke managed to put isaiah to sleep, grabbing the baby monitor with him as he came into the bedroom. you weren't in bed yet, at the vanity taking off your jewellery.

he came up behind you, his hands on your hips as he pulled your back into his chest. you caught a scent of the gel he used when he had a shower. "you showered before you came?" you asked.

"yeah, i stopped by stack's... stop changing the topic, c'mon," he tapped your side twice, and you let him lead you to the bed. before he got in though, you grabbed his arm. you had a frown on his face, making him frown to. "what's wrong."

"can i get a proper kiss?" you were already pulling him back towards you. smoke's face relaxed, a faint smirk on his lips.

he held one side of your face in his hand, pulling you towards his own. you smiled into the kiss, never ever getting tired of the feeling of his lips on yours. as he kissed you, his hands went trailing down your body. you knew what he was going to do so you helped him, lifting your leg up so in turn he could lift you up.

he carried you back to the bed, slowing setting you on it, never once breaking the kiss. you let out a light moan when he was on top of you, your hands raking over his toned body.

smoke groaned, pulling away from you to pull back the covers. "girl, you a damn distraction. get away from me," he joked, getting under the covers with you.

you laughed, settling underneath at the same time he did, letting him pull you close to him. his arm around your waist, you cuddled into his chest. just how you liked it.

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[fahye]

book recs: may 2025

first recs post in nearly a year! I plead: having a baby. turns out they surgically remove all your free time, who knew?? but I've been reading in tiny doses and now am able to read in LARGER doses so let's do this. highlights from the past year.

*means not yet released; read as an ARC.

FLOWERS FROM THE STORM by laura kinsale - I only discovered kinsale recently but I was electrified. halfway between georgette heyer and dorothy dunnett. this book in particular is bonkers intense and absolutely wonderful. the hero has had an aphasic stroke and the heroine is a quaker. yes I know. read it anyway. life-changing.

THE SENTENCE by louise erdrich - literary fiction about a year in the life of a native american ex-felon bookseller haunted by a dead customer. I fucking adored this. it's like taking a big bite of a perfectly cooked steak: rich, meaty, satisfying, self-indulgent. a perfect treat for book nerds.

SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY by alexis hall - this is kind of a comedic romance novel about an aromantic woman who semi-kidnaps and marries her gay friend for Regency Reasons, and kind of a cross-country romp in which they collect sex partners, and very full of long grown-up discussions about feelings and family and priorities. it shouldn't work and yet I was HOOKED. the third in a series; I do recommend reading the other two for context.

*AN ACADEMIC AFFAIR by jodi mcalister - marriage of convenience for the extremely valid reason of academic partner employment clauses. I am obsessed with jodi's romances and this one is very sharp about how fucked up academia is while also being blissfully swoony and bantery. can't wait for the others in this series, too.

YOU ARE HERE: NINE MORE STORIES by iona datt sharma - I will sing iona's praises with my dying breath. deft, devastating, delicious. every one of these stories is a jewel. I will also throw in a rec for BLOOD SWEAT GLITTER, their recent romance novella about roller derby and trauma recovery.

WOOING THE WITCH QUEEN by stephanie burgis - romantasy girlies, assemble! this is a fun & satisfying story about a powerful woman trying to hold her kingdom together and the hot archduke she accidentally hires to be her magical librarian. found family! secret identities! a heartwarming banger.

*LADIES IN HATING by alexandra vasti - what if we were rival gothic novelists with a secret shared past and we got stuck in a Haunted Manor and had to have a lot of feelings about it while in surprising amounts of peril? sapphic histrom doesn't get better than this.

I SHALL NEVER FALL IN LOVE by hari conner - a graphic novel queer retelling of emma, which is one of my favourite austens. this is thoughtfully researched and grounded in history, has lovely and very funny art, and was a shot of pure joy.

*THE EVERLASTING by alix harrow - can't believe alix is out here grinding my heart into little pieces YET AGAIN. a tired lady knight and the historian trying to chronicle her life and control her ending get stuck in a time loop. this is about the violence of history and empire and narrative. it's brutal. it's romantic. it's so so so so SO good.

THUS WAS ADONIS MURDERED by sarah caudwell - I almost don't want to give too much away about this, because I went in with zero knowledge and had a blast. it's a murder mystery. it's extremely funny. go forth, enjoy.

EUPHORIA by lily king - not funny at all but a perfectly crafted, fairly short gem of a historical litfic novel. it's about the relationships between three anthropologists. it's very hard to describe. but I can't stop thinking about this book.

THE SAFEKEEP by yael van der wouden. also historical litfic and even shorter! even less funny! even more amazing! a bitter, repressed woman plays reluctant host to her brother's girlfriend; history, yearning, secrets and denial create a crucible of emotion and lust.

*THE DUKE by anna cowan - what if the rich, rakish, unrepentant duke of every regency romance was a woman? what if her love interest was a french courtesan who's blackmailing her? anna cowan's first book was WAY ahead of its time when it comes to fucky delicious gender stuff, and this one is equally great.

[moosewinchester]

sam fic rec list

i have read an incredible amount of fanfiction in the past few months, and it seems only right to share some of my recent favorites in honor of sam's birthday! everything on the list is completed, i've only recced one fic or series per author (though i highly recommend checking out these authors' other fics), and i've kept the list to fics with under 500 kudos, because i'd really like to shout out some lesser-known works.

there's so much more wonderful fic out there that i've read in recent months that i'm going to be kicking myself for not thinking to include tomorrow. but here are a twelve that i've either read or reread recently! i've got a small variety going on here, but many of the fics i've listed are focused on either sam's cage trauma or his psychic abilities! i've never done a fic rec list before, but i hope people enjoy taking a peek at some great fics <3

Forged by @withthekeyisking-writer 21,225 words | mature, gen

Tim and Reggie said they'd be back, and it wasn't an idle threat. This time, they won't give Sam a chance to say "no".

i love everything i've read from this author, but this might be my favorite. it's gotten multiple rereads from me, and while the whole fic is great, i think my favorite part has to be the moment at the end once sam's been found. i could read a 200k epic taking place after the fic looking at its consequences. i'm so fascinated and i love it so much

Like a Little Splinter Buried in Your Skin by lemenday 7,007 words | not rated, gen

Sam and Dean successfully take out a witch while on a case, but not before she curses them to swap bodies. Now Sam’s hungover, Dean can’t handle being freakishly tall, and it doesn’t help that weird things keep happening all around them. To top it all off, Sam’s clearly hiding something.

i haven't read many body swap fics, but i'm so glad i read this one. i love the look into how sam's powers and blood might affect what that could look like. i love dean's hypocrisy about the psychic abilities here, because it's so funny. genuinely a hilarious take on the premise!

To Mend a Broken Heart by daydreaming-scribe 74,970 words | teen, Max Banes/Sam Winchester

Jody and Donna call Sam up for help on a case in Iowa. He jumps at the opportunity, ready to get out of the stifling atmosphere of the Bunker. Once he gets there, however, he makes a surprising discovery. Set right after The Scorpion and the Frog.

such a stunning series that hits on so many of my favorite things to see in fic: an exploration of sam's trauma in regards to intimacy, a look into his autonomy issues in regards to dean, the return of his psychic powers, and a really great rarepair! i'm not tagging the author's tumblr as it doesn't look like they're in the fandom anymore, but i wholeheartedly recommend these fics.

The Voice by @broken-cinders 37,702 words | general audiences, gen

It's supposed to be a witch. It's supposed to be easy. Sam and Dean shouldn't have to do more than help burn the body. But, when Sam and Dean are faced with an unknown monster, the consequences will be life-altering for all the Winchesters. Will they be able to fix the problem, or will Sam have to learn to adapt to the newest challenge in his life?

the first fic is really good, but i think the sequel of little shapshots from later in the timeline is my favorite. the first fic does a great job of exploring how sam losing his ability to speak might more metaphorically affect how much of a voice he has within his family. and i love that there's no easy fix. the scene with the little girl in the airport and the snapshot with mary in the sequel are so incredibly good. i love sam using asl <3

sink your teeth in 'cause now i gotta feel it by @songsforskyline 13,482 words | mature, gen

There���s ten seconds of nothing before everything goes to hell.

i am slightly obsessed with everything ad_castra writes, and if it weren't for my self-imposed rules for this rec list, there are so many other fics by them i would be considering including! but i do particularly love this one. 10x03 fics that do something interesting with demon dean my beloved. the exploration here of the idea of dean possessing sam is so good.

You Can Always Go Home by safiyabat 29,656 words | f/m, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester + Josie Sands/Henry Winchester

When Henry Winchester casts his time travel spell as seen in 8.12, it brings him to Stanford University in 2005. More specifically, it brings him to the apartment of young psychic Sam Winchester and his witch fiancee, Jess Moore. Abaddon follows. Can Sam, Jess and the Men of Letters reconnect with the hunters in their family in time to stop a bloody rampage? And what about the Yellow-Eyed Demon? How will his plans be affected by the sudden appearance of a Knight of Hell?

i had to highlight this one because i think it's absolutely criminal that there isn't more fic with henry and sam. as a sam fan, this is just some wish fulfillment-y fun. sam gets to be psychic, and everyone gets to live, including henry, and including jess.

bad faith by sheepishlion 5,851 words | not rated, gen

Jimmy glances around the room, eyes darting, and Sam feels almost nauseous watching him. Something that’s not Castiel is in Castiel’s body, Sam’s mind supplies in a panic, but another part of him corrects that thought: Castiel is the something. The body is back in its proper state. The story of Jimmy Novak is Sam's worst nightmare, which is something he didn't fully consider until he was left alone in a room with the guy for an hour. Sam thinks it could've gone worse. It definitely could've gone better.

i am so incredibly normal about this fic and its concept. i love how this explores the horror of being a vessel. sam and jimmy novak just having to sit there and talk to each other long after jimmy has died is so good. so horrible for them both and i love it.

Nothing's Safe by @rockstarsatan 26,070 words | mature, Castiel/Sam Winchester

In which the only way for Cas to save Sam in the Born Again Identity is to possess him. Sam, however, does not know what is going on, and sees him as Lucifer. -- "It was funny. Of course, the thoughts came in flashes, and they were somewhat bland in flavour, like the world was still in colour but the synapses in his brain were all turning through a disconnected filter. He remembers wanting to ask Cas about if his brain was alright. He remembers the first time Cas healed him, and how he felt like he could think clearer than he had in years. He remembers looking at Cas and making sense of everything including him through new comprehension. He remembers seeing nothing but love. It’s all so funny. Because with one touch, Cas also destroyed him."

another author whose fics i am always excited to see posted or updated! i really love this one and the way it explores cas and sam's relationship as well as sam's autonomy issues. such a good combination of things (including cas and sam, into one body)!

Vital Signs by @ambersock 42,905 words | teen, gen

With shaking hands he stabs at the buttons, missing once, twice, and he has to force himself to take several deep breaths to subdue the panic. A very deliberate, controlled motion lets him pop up the contact details of the text with the intention of auto-dialing the number, and he does a double-take because the number associated with the text isn’t Amelia’s. But he does know whose number it is. An AU where Sam doesn't fall for Dean's fake text and confronts Benny instead.

once again, it's difficult to choose a favorite ambersock fic, but i really enjoyed following this one along as it reached its end. sam and benny absolutely deserved to become friends, and this is such a good take on them and on sam in season 8.

we were never gonna make it out alive (we're still barely getting by) by Duck_Life 12,144 words | teen, gen

Lucifer walks the Earth, determined to track down Kelly Kline and his unborn son. He's wearing a familiar face.

genuinely flabbergasted that this only has 58 kudos. lucifer possessing jess in season 13 and everything that concept entails is so fascinating. we also get to see apocalypse world jess!

Saving Grace by @cas---2y5 37,139 words | explicit, Gabriel/Sam Winchester

There were a few things Sam couldn’t quite figure out: why was a prince of hell baiting him, who the hell was Samael, and why could he all of a sudden sense grace? Lucifer’s free, the apocalypse is looming, and Sam feels…off. Is something changing, or is it just finally clawing its way out? Sam finds his answers in Gabriel, and will have to make the hard choice between who he is and who he’s supposed to be. Even with Gabriel’s help, will it be enough to stop the apocalypse and save the world?

in the best way, this is the type of story that i would fall asleep thinking of where my favorite character gets super cool super op powers. one of the tags is "i wrote this for me but you can read it too," and that is exactly the energy it exudes. a super fun read for op power wish fulfillment purposes!

Regrettable Situations in Storage Room 3 by @bradycore 6,198 words | general audiences, Castiel & Sam Winchester or Castiel/Sam Winchester

It’s not easy to get to the Farmers Market in the middle of a pandemic, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Sam would do anything to get some fresh air and sunlight, Cas really, really wants his organic honey, and most importantly, Dean’s not home to stop them.

cas and sam just. share a body for a bit! for fun, and for healing, and for the farmer's market. i once again just highly recommend occasionally_always' fics in general, because they do a really great job of exploring sam concepts that i don't think i see as often but am so happy to have the chance to read.

[buckets-and-trees]

A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that Something had happened and was pretty vague about it. My aunt had passed away, and it was a relief because she was 72 but her body was just so much older than that with the state of her really poor health, and so it's sad that she's gone, but good she's not suffering anymore.

Anyway, I'm the official next of kin, and so I've had to run the lead on organizing everything for her funeral and starting to settle her final affairs. It's a lot.

I genuinely thrive on and am good at working logistics, so I do feel like I'm able to contribute and do right by her memory in being the one who's settling affairs, but there are some problematic moving pieces that we still have no idea quite how to figure out yet but we're hoping to get clarity this weekend when we fly to Texas for the funeral - namely the will and who the executor of everything is/will be. It's unclear if she may have designated my mom (her sister-in-law) or my pseudo-stepbrother (the biggest complicated mess) or me (but for nearly my whole life, I've been "Baby Aspen" to her, and she never ever wanted me to be concerned with serious matters).

So that's why I've been somewhat here but somewhat absent since mid-April. I've still been doing some of my writing because I can decompress and escape away into fantasy worlds. There has literally been something to do with the funeral/passing every day since April 16th when we got a call from the hospital. Some days it's been small things and some days it's been massive things.

I'm not reaching for outpourings of sympathy, but just wanting to share more context now for why - I know no one is impatient or hounding or anything, I just want you all to know I'M NOT IGNORING, AND I LOVE AND APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU, and when I get back from Texas weekend, I'll be eagerly rushing to shout over some of the incredibly wonderful messages, answer some more asks, and get to have a little more brain time. This week at work was jam-packed and prepping to fly out of town. So just.

Yes.

Love you all and appreciate you all! 🩵

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 2

2019

soft place to land [david/patrick, G, 1,532] by my_middle_name_is_awkward

He knew he was beyond lucky to be with someone like Patrick, and he just hoped that his sister would be able to be this happy soon.

Week Two [david/patrick, E, 64,470] by @letteredlettered

The second week of David and Patrick's relationship.

2020

[art] lovers forever [david/patrick, E, art] by @sparklesmagiclightlove

NSFW fanart, inspired by didipickles fic Leather & Lace

[Podfic] Morning Rosé [david/patrick, T, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce

[podfic] Morning Rosé [david/patrick, T, podfic] by @olive2read

a part of me indefinitely [david/patrick, G, 1,354] by @tuatarasa

"I've never liked a smile as much as I like yours...When David comes in the next day to get his paperwork he takes a good look at Patrick’s face as he talks and realizes that his smile is genuine. There is no malice or ill intentions behind it, it is just sweet and joyful. In that moment David decides to make Patrick smile as much as he can." David's vows reflected in special moments with Patrick.

Finding Balance [david/patrick, G, 1,054] by @khughes830

David and Patrick are trying to just do their best. Some days are better than others. Or David and Patrick live in quarantine.

Garden work [david/patrick, T, 1,028] by @msarahv

David has been cursed by the gods. He has lost the will to fight. Turns out mowing a lawn is way harder than he thought.

Like a virgin - a series of season four vignettes [david/patrick, E, 4,124] by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

As advertised, a series of twelve short vignettes highlighting firsts in David and Patrick's physical relationship.

spring/summer collection [david/stevie, E, 6,829] by etben

“Yeah, well.” David shrugs. “It’s important to me that you wear something you didn’t buy at Canadian Tire.” Stevie looks down at her outfit and shrugs. “I got the jeans at Goodwill?” David shudders. “Okay, come on, we’re fixing this now.”

2021

(but if baby, i'm the bottom) you're the top [alexis/twyla, E, 3,681] by @sarahlevys

Alexis knows what people assume about them. They see Twyla's bright café smile at work, and listen to how readily she agrees to whatever her customers want. They watch how Twyla hangs back during get-togethers, freeing up room for Alexis to take the spotlight and captivate the crowd. They notice how Alexis towers over Twyla in her heels, and how she's always one step ahead of her steady, cautious girlfriend. But they don't know what it's like when they're together. OR: Five times Twyla tops Alexis, and one time she lets Alexis top her.

a splash quite unnoticed [david/patrick, T, 6,648] by @middyblue

Like Icarus escaping the labyrinth, Patrick flew too high.

Ah leaven help me, he's dangerous [david/patrick, T, 1,085] by @kiwiana-writes

Patrick is a butter tart, David is a Nanaimo bar. How will it ever work?

An Unlikely Companion [david/patrick, G, 5,780] by @pine67

From the first day David registers for a business license to run his new store, Patrick is with him every step of the way. He ensures all paperwork is filed accurately and successfully. He tracks and updates vendor lists as the store's target audience grows. And most importantly, he takes care of David when he starts working himself into exhaustion. Oh the trope, you ask? Well, Patrick isn't exactly human... he's... a computer.~~~Canon compliant up to and diverges from Episode: s03e08 Motel Review

breath mints and lip balms [david/patrick, T, 23,682] by @grapehyasynth

Collection of small tidbits (hence the title) I've written about David and Patrick. Some previously posted on Tumblr.

I Waited My Whole Life [david/patrick, E, 23,402] by @agoodpersonrose

David is just going to have to come up with something, because there is just no way that he can let Patrick Brewer catch him going to another of the town's many weddings on his own.

know it in my mind [david/patrick, M, 6,480] by @5ambreakdown

Really, if Stevie doesn’t want David to read her texts, she can always just bring her phone with her, or even just turn it face down on the counter. So, naturally, when the screen flashes with a notification from a certain "Dumbass #1," of course he’s going to read it. Before he can actually read the damn text, though, Patrick sends another one, the initial message disappearing behind the absolute worst thing David has read in his entire life. Every inch of him snaps cold and deathly still as he reads and rereads “Well he’s not going to be my boyfriend much longer” until Stevie’s screen turns dark. He stares at it still, praying to anyone and no one that another text will show up, the punchline to a joke or a comment that clearly shows Patrick was being a sarcastic dick and that David has absolutely nothing to worry about. But nothing shows up. ----- through a text sent to stevie that definitely wasn't meant for his eyes, david finds out that patrick is going to break up with him.

like a rainbow [david/patrick, G, 1,467] by @roseapothecary

Patrick has always seen the world in black and white. (Literally, yes — but everyone does, until the day they don’t. That’s not the point.) If you ask him, he’ll tell you that he just sees things the way they are. Think about it. In any game — baseball, hockey, ‘Go Fish,’ whatever — there’s winning and there’s losing, right? In school, there’s failing, and there’s passing. You’re in or you’re out; you’re up, or you’re down; you succeed… or you don’t. As far as he’s concerned, the world is a much, much simpler place than people make it out to be, whether you see in color or not.

You Happened [david/patrick, T, 54,271] by @lilythesilly

Someone clears their throat and David turns to see Patrick sitting in Stevie’s seat. “Hi, David.” David raises an eyebrow and closes his phone, dropping it on top of his binder. “Do you need something?” Patrick flushes, looking around the room nervously and tugging at the collar of his polo, which is enough for David to understand. He turns to look around the room to confirm and—yep, everybody is paired off. Fuck. David already has to spend four days a week with Patrick Brewer at work and now he has to spend time with him at school too? Ugh, and he loved English. -- David Rose is many things: talented, creative, fashion-forward, well read—the list can go on, but at the very top of that list is Extremely Rich. So he doesn’t understand why his father is making him work at Rose Video—or why Patrick Brewer, a boy he's had virtually no interaction with since they were twelve, is suddenly always around. An enemies-to-coworkers-to-friends-to-lovers high school au.

2022

Such Great Heights [david/patrick, M, 96,526] by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3

As a nervous flyer, Patrick Brewer has tried to account for every possible mid-air event. He hasn’t, however, accounted for David Rose. Is it love at first flight?

2023

[Art] A moment to ourselves [david/patrick, G, art] by @lizzie-bennetdarcy

David and Patrick sneak away for a private moment together after their wedding.

But Stories Always End [clint/marcy, G, 239] by @fictasticvoyage

Clint and Marcy have a conversation after hearing about the passing of Gordon Lightfoot. It's sad, and it's happy.

come give me your love [david/patrick, G, 200] by @enablelove

David reflects on how Patrick checks in.

Glitter [david/patrick, G, 100] by @sspaz1000

David and Patrick are enjoying Pride when they come up to a face painter. What will they get?

i know all your secrets [david/patrick, E, 4,694] by @hippolotamus

Patrick grins, noting the warm, spicy scent filling the spaces between them. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.” “So we do,” David purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.” Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?” or the AU where Agents Brewer and Rose are rival spies who can't seem to stay away from each other

2024

[Podfic] This Too Shall Pass [david/patrick, G, podfic] by @hullomoon @n0connections @schitthappens

David has a kidney stone. Podfic of This too shall pass by AWorldOfDreams.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 2 fics/66,002 words 2020: 10 fanworks (7 fics, 2 podfics, 1 fanart)/15,769 words 2021: 9 fics/126,496 words 2022: 1 fic/96,526 words 2023: 5 fanworks (4 fics, 1 fanart)/5,280 words 2024: 1 podfic Total: 28 fanworks (23 fics, 3 podfics, 2 fanart)/310,100 words

[ray935sworld]

A perfect night to be honest (Pedrenzo)

"Can I ask you something?" Dani asked silently.

He was laying on the ground, staring up at the sky. He saw stars dancing and blinking above them. He saw the moon shining. He felt the nightly air around him.

It was fresh. Cold, but not cold enough to actually get inside. It felt more like an opportunity to cool down from the hot day of burning sun, sweat and exercise while riding a motogp bike they've survived.

It was actually a perfect moment.

But it felt weird to Dani. He was laying next to Jorge, Jorge Lorenzo, the man that used to be the kid that had annoyed him for the past 10 years or so. The man who was still making his blood boil while his heart beat faster. It had been so long, it started to feel off when the young man wasn't there to poke at him.

It had been so long, Dani couldn't imagine a life without the cocky majorcan by his side anymore. Somehow he learned to enjoy his stupid comments, his jokes on Dani's behalf, even the heated arguments they had. Jorge pushed at him and he didn't back down when Dani pushed back. It felt like they were constantly standing on the limit, shot with the thrill they both craved.

The only thing that he despised were when he saw the anger shining through. But after the public shit Jorge's father had pulled in his rookie year, Dani understood that his anger wasn't something Jorge had chosen.

And now they were here. Their usual tense atmosphere in which both were so weirdly comfortable was gone. Instead they both somehow ended up on the ground, laying in a peaceful silence.

It was such a hard switch to their usual interaction. He thought it should scare him. But it didn't. It somehow made sense.

There was a part of Dani that craved excatly this. He wanted to clutch to him, hold him close. He wanted to keep him in his life, show him gentleness, care for him, look after him, love him.

But it wasn't his place.

Nonetheless, Jorge was laying next to him right now, only millimeters seperating them.

"Not sure that's a good idea" he answered Dani's question that had still be hanging between them. His voice was slightly slurred. He was drunk. They both were. "I won't be able to lie. Is it something dirty?"

"Don't think so... I just... Why do you hate me?" The yamaha rider gave a confused sounding noise.

"I hate you?" he asked as if he'd heard the words for the first time. "That's what you think?" There was an honest layer of disbelief.

Dani wanted to laugh out loud. But instead he turned to him, blinking in confusing. For a moment considering the honesty in his voice, Dani thought he might be the one out of line.

"I mean... It isn't as if we've been civil as kids. Or adults... You told me literally two days ago, that I could blend in at the 50cc Spanish junior gp" "Shave and you can-" he replied with a laughter. The same laughter he had used on Friday when he first said it.

But this time it sounded softer. More caring. More like a joke. Even Dani grinned, now turned with his whole body to Jorge, to slightly shove at him. "Fuck off!" he replied, still smiling. "What? It's true. You're so small I could put you in my pocket!"

Dani just shook his head and rolled his eyes. The smile on his face not leaving.

"Fine. Then don't tell me" "Nooo, don't be angry. You're way to hot when you're angry."

With that, Jorge had Dani's full attention. His eyes darted in him, starting to get bigger and bigger. "OH... Fuck, I shouldn't have said this" Joreg muttered. "I would never tell you this when sober but I'm really into making bad decisions at the moment"

Now Jorge turned his full body to Dani as well. They laid there, facing each other.

For a moment they just looked at each other. Dani waited for Jorge to answer. Jorge waited for - nothing. He just enjoyed looking at Dani.

"I've loved you since we first met."

Dani's eyes went wide. He stared at the younger one im disbelief. "You what now?" he asked, unsure if he had understood him correctly.

"You've fascinated me before I've even seen you. The small kid that's winning everything. That's what you were and you still are. The small man that's winning everything. And God, I was so fascinated by that."

He smiled and for a moment Jorge wasn't sure in which time he even was. The alcohol in his system drowned the memories. His ability to shut up, to think before he says something, to decided whether or not something was a smart thing to say was long gone by now.

"And when we finally met. Fuck. You were even cooler than I imagined... I didn't realize it back then but the first time I saw you without helmet, I was gone."

Dani was lost for words. "But... You... I thought you hated me? You were always - well..." "I know. Stupid, right? I thought you'd notice me like that." "Well I definitely did" he responded with a chuckled. Jorge let out a laugh as well.

"I mean... In my defense, you were this cool, successful 15 year old. When I was 13, 15 seemed like half an adult. And you were always just as serious as one... Just in kind. You were calm. And kind. And you have always been better than me..."

There was an underlying sadness that Dani didn't escape. It was more out of reflex that he reached for Jorge's hand. He didn't want him to be sad. He wanted to comfort him.

He squeezed his hand and gave the younger one a small, encouraging smile.

"I didn't want you to think of me as a stupid child - Okay I had some issues that probably caused... Most of the shit I did and say and still do - But I wanted you to see me... I guess" "I see you, Jorge... And I love you too" "No, you don't. You're drunk and-" "So are you" "Yeah but I haven't been drunk since I was 13 now, have I?"

The other chuckled, shaking his head.

"Okay so... How about we make a deal? If you still mean what you just said by tomorrow evening and I do too, we'll meet here again. Deal?"

Jorge looked at him with big eyes. A second passed. Then another one. And some more. Dani almost thought he'd disagree, tell him to just forget it when he whispered. "Deal"

He smiled, happy with the arrangement when Jorge reached for him. He watched how Jorge's hand got closer to his face and suddenly rested against his head.

"But can I do something?" "Ehm... Okay?"

The next thing he knew, was that Dani's head was slightly lifted up from the ground, Jorge slipping his arm underneath it. Dani's head was now resting on the warm arm of the other.

His other hand was resting on Dani's cheek. His thumb almost unconsciously started to caress Dani's cheek.

It was a comfortable position. Dani felt safe, as if Jorge's hold would protect him against everything and everyone. He smiled.

The Honda rider leaned more towards his hold, closing his eyes for a second and letting himself feel the warmth from the other. When he opened his eyes again, the other was still staring at him, not one indicator of what his intention were.

Dani was about to ask what he was doing when he felt Jorge's arm pull him closer towards the younger man. It was a soft moment, careful, as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to do it.

But Dani didn't intervene. He didn't told him no, he didn't hold against him. He just smiled, so Jorge was confident enough to go through with his plan. He leaned in, quickly crossing the distance between them.

He put his lips against Dani's, kissing him. It was just a short peak. Just a moment of lips against lips, impossible for the other to react really. But when Jorge felt almost immediately how an arm went up against his back, pulling him closer, he kissed him again.

This time longer, this time more intense. This time he was allowed to put all his longing, all his love in it. And the best part? He felt Dani do the same.

He felt Dani smile against his lips. He felt how his cheeks formed, making room for his grin. He could feel how he responded just as eagerly and he loved it. He loved feeling wanted like this.

He didn't know how long they kissed. A minute. 10 seconds. 30 minutes. He couldn't tell. He didn't care.

All what mattered to him was that at the end he got to rest his head against Dani's forehead. He got to breath in his smell, feel his warmth, feel his cheek against his arm, the small stubbles of his beard against his hand.

"What - What was that for?" he asked silently, pulling Jorge back to the present. He bit his lips, against a feeling in the back of his head told him not to answer. It told him to get up, leave, never think if this again.

It was the same voice that told him to turn to violence, to be rude and mean so no one could hurt him. He decided this voice was a bad consultant. He wouldn't listen to him. Not anymore. Not when it was about Dani.

"In case you don't show up tomorrow." he replied, treasuring the moment, wanting to burn it in his head, his skin, his mind. He always wanted to remember it because he feares it might the only time. "I've wanted to kiss you at least once, believe you love me."

"OH Jorge... You'll get so many kisses knowing I love you. I promise" Dani's voice was lovingly, his words almost carefully chosen. But the lingering smell of alcohol, the knowledge that after a conscious moment of thinking, this could all break down in itself, made Jorge pause.

He knew Dani was a smart man. He was Calculated. He made conscious decisions. And no smart man would chose him.

Jorge's eyes turned sad. He didn't believe Dani and Dani knew there was nothing he could do about it. Not when he was drunk. Not tonight.

But tomorrow. He could prove it to him tomorrow.

[sunshinesfm]

"  i  think  i  ended  up  falling  right  off  the  couch  more  times  than  i  can  count  trying  to  snatch  the  remote  away  from  him.  or  i'd  rush  downstairs  to  try  and  get  there  first.  half  of  the  time  he  ended  up  beating  me  there  anyway  ...  almost  as  if  he  had  known.  before  i  even  got  there.  like  how?  "  she  laughed  a  little  bit  with  a  playful  shake  of  her  head.  "  there  was  never  any  chance  of  being  able  to  have  any  sense  of  peace,  was  there?  "

ghosting  was  one  of  the  worst  possible  feelings  that  there  ever  was.  getting  your  hopes  up  and  putting  your  feelings  on  the  line  was  as  scary  as  possible.  "  i'd  say  so.  a  lot  of  people  don't  realize  how  strong  of  a  feeling  it  is.  when  something  is  wrong,  you'll  know.  when  it's  wrong  ..  you'll  know.  i  think  it's  a  lot  easier  said  than  done  when  you  don't  want  to  believe  it  or  if  you  just  choose  to  not  want  to  listen  to  it.  "  blair  was  proud  of  herself.  she'd  come  a  really  long  way  from  where  she  had  once  been  in  her  life  until  now.  and  a  lot  of  that  was  thanks  to  clark.  for  bringing  the  change  out  of  her  that  she  wasn't  quite  she  was  possible  or  that  she'd  ever  really  be  able  to  feel.  "  it  is  pretty  perfect.  feels  like  something  out  of  a  fairytale.  the  things  that  people  can  only  dream  about.  "

she  couldn't  believe  that  her  story  was  her  story  at  times.  it  seemed  like  she  had  gotten  so  very  lucky  where  she  never  would've  expected  it.  "  long  story  short  ...  we  ended  up  getting  married,  moving  to  palmview,  and  now  i've  got  loads  of  empty  boxes  awaiting  by  my  door  to  be  thrown  away  but  it  feels  like  this  town  is  a  good  fit  for  the  two  of  us.  "

Adriana let out a laugh, already nodding before Blair had even finished her complaint. "Oh, the remote wars. Been there before. My brothers would rather launch me off the couch than give me a turn." She gave a mock eye-roll. "Meanwhile I’m over there just trying to watch Gilmore Girls in peace." She leaned in a little, expression softening as Blair began to talk about her past, about ghosting and gut feelings and the road to Clark. Adriana didn’t interrupt, not even with a joke like she typically did. She just listened, the glow from the fire lighting the pair.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think people downplay how smart your gut is. Like yeah, it sucks to get ghosted, but sometimes the universe is just making way for something better." She grinned then, nudging Blair. "And look at you now! Rebellious singer-songwriter turned main character in your own romance! It's perfect."

When Blair raised her brow and began her story, Adriana chuckled, already making herself comfortable. "I live for this." She popped another marshmallow onto her stick and leaned forward again, all her attention now belonging to Blair.

[illitten]

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[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[deoidesign]

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[asvidema]

i'll take a moment to thank, from the bottom of the heart, all the friends and the people i don't even follow for leaving tags on my art. special shoutouts to those who share thoughts about it and compliment my designs. you have no idea how much that means to me

[fabcreature]

right at the beginning of music school is actually a fantastic time to think "really when was the last time making music or working with music made me happy?"

[teaboot]

This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)

[kooklovee]

Married for 7 days - JJK

Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Genre - mostly fluff, smut 18+ (mdni)

Oneshot - 7.8k words

Warnings - fluffff, sunshine energy gf, Jungkook being effortlessly bf/husband material🤭💘, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, little handjob, creampie, marking

a/n - a quick backstory for this plot inspiration - my friend's friend went on a trip with her bf where they got matching rings n had a joke that they were married. AND EXCUSE ME?? this made such a good plot that I just couldn't resist not writing😭😭 n yeah wrote about Greece solely coz of the aesthetics (never been there tho) also also I wrote around 90% of this only listening to Blue by Yung Kai n it perfectly matches the vibe!!😭💗 ps- I feel angst writing is more of my thing bt I've tried writing fluff (a lot) for this sooo lmk if it's acceptable?🫠 n yup early update coz I cancelled out 2,3 more scenes I had in mind 🤷‍♀️ ok byeeee examss upcominggg

Masterlist kofi☕

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Your fingers grip Jungkook’s sleeve, barely able to contain your excitement as you glance out the plane window. Blue. Endless blue. The vast stretch of the sea sparkles below, tiny white houses dotting the cliffs in the distance.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, voice full of wonder. “Look at that.”

He chuckles, his gaze soft and amused, “Baby, we’re still on the plane.”

“I know,” you sigh dramatically, turning back to him. “But still. Greece! Our first trip together! Just you and me for seven whole days.”

Jungkook smirks, teasing, “What if I'm gonna get sick of you?”

You scoff, nudging his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me now, Jeon.”

He exhales, grinning like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The past four years had been beautiful, but between work schedules, deadlines, and life, you barely got time to just be together.

But this time? it’s just you and him. Jungkook hums, fingers lazily tracing circles over your thigh. “I think I could get used to this.”

------------------ Day 1

The moment you step inside, your eyes take in the breathtaking suite. White-washed walls, soft linen curtains swaying from the sea breeze, a private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Jungkook watches you, arms crossed, fondness written all over his face.

“This is so nice,” you gush, spinning to face him. “I don’t think I’ll ever wanna leave.”

Jungkook sets the luggage down, smirking. “Well, we have a week.”

Your smile grows. Something in your chest feels so warm. You turn to him, eyes gleaming. “What should we do first?”

Jungkook steps closer, voice low and playful. “Hmm. I can think of a few things.”

You shove his chest, laughing, “Yah Jeon, behave.” He chuckles, arms wrapping lazily around your waist, pulling you in. “No promises, baby.”

----

You practically bounce on your feet as you slip on your sandals, the soft sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains of your hotel room. “Okay, okay, I’m ready!” you chirp, spinning to face Jungkook, who is still leaning against the doorframe, watching you with pure amusement.

His arms are crossed, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Are you sure? Because you’ve been ‘ready’ for the last fifteen minutes.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your bag. “I am! Let’s goo”

Jungkook doesn’t move. Instead, he reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him, his nose brushing against yours.

His voice drops, teasing. “You’re really just trusting me with everything, huh?”

You nod immediately. “Of course. You’re the planner, I’m just here to have fun.” Jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, his fingers trailing lazily up your arm.

He leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips. It’s warm. Sweet. Dangerously distracting.

You blink up at him, refusing to fall for it. “Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t take me outside in the next ten seconds, I’m leaving you here.”

He laughs before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Alright, alright,” dropping a quick kiss to your temple. “Let’s go.”

And with his fingers laced through yours, he leads you out, the two of you finally stepping into your first day in Greece.

The scent of fresh-baked bread, sweet honey pastries filling the air as you and Jungkook wander through the bustling market. Your fingers brush against the beautifully painted souvenirs, woven baskets, your eyes wide with excitement.

“Jungkook, look at these!” you gasp, holding up a tiny, hand-carved olive wood frog.

He chuckles, watching you with pure amusement. “You don’t even like frogs.”

You scowl. “Yeah, but look at his little face.”

Jungkook shakes his head, ruffling your hair before grabbing the frog figurine and paying for it without a second thought.

You blink. “I wasn’t actually gonna—”

“Too late,” he smirks, handing it to you. “Now it’s yours.”

Before you can respond, the scent of something sweet and buttery hits your nose, making you immediately turn toward a food stall.

You grin. “We have to try those.”

The vendor hands over a small plate, and before you can even grab a piece, Jungkook picks one up and holds it to your lips.

Your eyes narrow. “You’re feeding me now?”

“Open.”

You roll your eyes but let him feed you, the sweet layers melting on your tongue. A small hum of satisfaction escapes you before you glance at Jungkook.

“Good, huh?” he smirks.

Instead of answering, you take another piece, holding it up like you’re about to feed him.

Jungkook smirks, leaning in. “See? You like it when I—”

But before he can finish, you smirk and pop the piece into your own mouth instead. You burst out laughing, wiping a crumb from your lip. “Tastes good.”

Jungkook gapes at you, half-glaring, half-amused. “You little—”

Before he can finish, you grab his wrist and drag him toward the next stall, giggling.

“We have so much more to eat,” you sing-song.

Jungkook lets you pull him away, shaking his head with amusement.

The market fades behind you as you and Jungkook wander through the winding streets, hand in hand.

The air is warm, salt-kissed from the ocean breeze, and the soft sound of distant waves crashes below the cliffs. White-washed buildings, blue domes line the path, vibrant bougainvillea flowers spilling over terraces.

Jungkook squeezes your hand lightly. “Still trusting my planning skills?”

You grin. “So far, you’re doing great, boyfriend.”

He chuckles, his dimple peeking out, and just when you turn to admire the view—Click.

You blink. “Did you just take my picture?”

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s holding up his phone, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Yup.”

You narrow your eyes, stepping closer. “Lemme see.”

“Nope.” He smirks, slipping the phone into his pocket.

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

He laughs, stepping back just as you lunge for his phone.

“Oh, baby, don’t even try,” he teases, holding it high above his head, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

You huff, glaring up at him. “What if I looked bad?”

Jungkook stands confident. So annoyingly sure of himself.

“You looked perfect.”He says it so easily, like a fact, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. For a second, you forget what you were even mad about.

Jungkook grins, clearly noticing your reaction. “What? No comeback?”

You snap out of it and quickly grab your phone, flipping the camera. “Okay, if you’re gonna take pictures of me, I’m getting yours too.”

Jungkook doesn’t protest as you start clicking away, a mix of stolen shots and silly ones.

“Okay, now pose,” you instruct, biting your lip to stop your smile.

Jungkook scoffs but obeys, shoving his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly, looking effortlessly model-like.

You pause. “That’s unfair.”

“What?”

“You just naturally look good in every picture.”

He laughs, stepping closer. “Says you?”

Before you can argue, he pulls you in, flipping the camera to selfie mode. “Let’s take some together,” he murmurs.

And just like that, you spend the next ten minutes giggling, making faces, taking videos. Jungkook kisses your cheek in one, in another, he makes you laugh so hard your eyes disappear.

The pictures—some blurry, some too close, some candid. but when you look at them later, you realize they’re perfect in every way that matters.

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The sun is lower in the sky now, everything's in warm shades of gold as you and Jungkook walk along the soft, white sand. Your sandals dangle from your fingers, the ocean breeze cooling your skin.

Jungkook is beside you, his hand lazily intertwined with yours, his other tucked into his pocket as he watches the tide roll in.

“Okay,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. “This might be the prettiest place I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook hums, glancing at you instead of the view. “Yeah. It really is.”

You turn to look at him—only to find him already looking at you.

Before you can overthink it, something catches your eye—a small wooden stall set up just a little ahead, tucked beneath the shade of a few palm trees.

“What’s that?” You tug on Jungkook’s hand, pulling him toward it.

The stall is lined with handmade jewelry, delicate silver and gold pieces glinting in the fading sunlight. Small sea-glass pendants, braided anklets, thin rings on display.

“Ohh, these are cute,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bands.

Jungkook watches as you casually slip one onto your finger, admiring how it looks before turning to him with a grin.

“Should we get matching ones?” you joke, wiggling your fingers.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Matching rings?”

“Yeah, why not?” you tease. “It’ll be like a little vacation memory.”

Jungkook hums, studying the rings for a moment before wordlessly picking one up. Without hesitation, he takes your hand, slipping it onto your finger himself.

Your breath catches. You glance at him, expecting a smirk, some teasing remark, but he’s quiet. Focused.

The ring fits perfectly.

Jungkook’s gaze flickers up to meet yours, and for a second, neither of you say anything.

“Guess we’re married now,” he quips, breaking the silence with a cheeky grin.

You snort, shoving his shoulder. “You’re so dumb.”

But just as you’re about to make another joke, you pause. because Jungkook is still looking at the rings.

And before you can ask, he casually grabs another one—the exact same design and slips it onto his own finger.

He lifts his hand beside yours, comparing them. “Now we match,” he hums, completely unbothered, making your heart stumble.

----

You collapse onto the bed, sighing dramatically.

Jungkook chuckles, setting his phone down before joining you, his body warm and solid beside yours.

Jungkook lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers, the ring glinting under the dim lights.

“So,” he muses, voice low and playful. “How does it feel to be my wife for seven days?"

You snort, rolling over to face him. “Delusional.”

Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling, before pulling you into his chest. “You love it.”

You hum, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Maybe.”

His hand finds yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing over the band on your finger.

Neither of you take the rings off.

Neither of you even think about it.

------------------- Day 2

The warm afternoon sun bathes the streets as you and Jungkook browse a small outdoor market. Small shops, displays filled with handcrafted goods and souvenirs.

You stop at a small stall, admiring intricately painted ceramic plates. An older woman, the vendor, smiles at you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she says, her accent thick with warmth.

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! My husband and I are visiting for the first time.”

Jungkook chokes on his water.

You hear him cough violently beside you, his hand gripping the bottle like it betrayed him.

The vendor laughs. “Ah, newlyweds?”

“Oh, yes,” you continue smoothly, holding Jungkook’s arm. “We’re having the best time. He planned everything so perfectly.”

You feel him staring at you—his entire existence malfunctioning in real-time.

The woman smiles warmly at Jungkook. “A good husband always takes care of his wife.”

Jungkook clears his throat.

“Oh—uh, yeah,” he mutters. “That’s… me.”

You beam, squeezing his arm. “He’s really amazing. Very thoughtful.”

Jungkook’s ears turn pink.

Once the woman turns away to wrap up your purchase, he leans down, voice low.

“Do you hear yourself?” he mutters.

You grin, still holding onto his arm “What? I’m just staying in character. You said we're married soo...we'll be a happy married couple throughout this trip.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, shaking his head but smiling.

“Oh my god.”

----

Jungkook immediately drops onto the bed, groaning as he stretches his arms above his head.

You plop down beside him, nudging his side. “Tired, husband?”

He groans louder, covering his face with his hands. “If you call me that one more time…”

You grin, rolling onto your stomach to face him. “What? That’s what you are.”

Jungkook peeks at you through his fingers, eyes narrowing. “You’re having too much fun with this.”

You hum, twisting your ring on your finger absentmindedly. “You should too. I mean, you’re already wearing the ring. You might as well act the part.”

Jungkook lifts his hand, inspecting the matching band on his finger. He’s silent for a moment, before—

“I should start calling you ‘wifey’ then, huh?”

Your eyes snap to his face, and—yup. He’s smirking.

“Don't you dare,” you mutter, sitting up immediately.

Jungkook grins wider, propping himself up on his elbows. “Wifey, can you get me some water?”

“I will pour it on your face.”

He laughs, absolutely loving this. “Wifey, should we get couple bathrobes too?”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it.

Jungkook wheezes, rolling away from your attack before bolting up from the bed.

“Okay, okay! I’m going for a swim,” he calls out, grabbing a towel.

You glare at him, crossing your arms. “You’re banned from speaking for the next hour.”

Jungkook grins. “That’s okay.”

With zero shame, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing every defined muscle and tattoo.

Jungkook walks out to the pool. Leaving you sitting there, absolutely speechless.

----

The water is cool against your skin, the evening air warm, as you float lazily in the pool. The view of the twinkling lights stretches out beyond the infinity edge.

Jungkook is across from you, leaning against the pool’s edge, his arms resting on the surface, watching you with that look.

The same one from earlier. like he’s amused. Maybe a little dangerous.

You try to ignore it, focusing on the soft ripples in the water.

A small wave splashes against your stomach. Your eyes snap up. Jungkook is still there, expression unreadable. But his fingers, barely submerged, are moving.

You narrow your eyes splashing a wave back without hesitation.

Jungkook gasps, dramatically wiping his face. “Oh, you wanna play?”

Before you can react, he swiftly moves, strong, closing the space between you in seconds.

Your breath catches as his hands find your waist, pulling you against him in the water.

“You’re really pushing your luck, wifey,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

Your hands find his shoulders, fingers pressing into firm, wet skin. “And what are you gonna do about it, husband?”

Jungkook grins, kissing you.

The water ripples around you as he pulls you even closer, one hand firm on your hip, the other tracing up your spine. His lips move slow, consuming, his breath mixing with yours.

You let out a small gasp, fingers curling in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours, making you feel lightheaded.

He lifts you. Just enough for your legs to wrap around his waist, water dripping between you as his lips trail down your throat.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, heat pooling low, desire crashing into you like the waves beyond.

“Jungkook—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, voice rough, pressed against your skin. “Let me take care of my wife.”

-------------------- Day 3

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir slightly, but before you can move, a strong arm tightens around your waist.

A deep grumble vibrates against your back. “Where are you going?”

You smile sleepily. “Nowhere.”

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, his voice raspy with sleep. “Good. Stay.”

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your bare skin, warm, possessive. You hum, relaxing into his touch, “Why are you so tired?

Jungkook grunts. “Because my wife wore me out last night.”

Your face heats instantly. “Oh my god—”

He chuckles, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder. “Mmm. You liked it.”

You turn to glare at him, but he’s already smirking.

“You’re annoying.”

“And you love it,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your temple.

You pretend to protest, but honestly?

You could stay like this forever.

-------

The climb isn’t too long, but the slight incline has you huffing just a little.

“Jungkook, are we almost there?” you ask, pushing back a strand of hair as the warm breeze kisses your skin.

Jungkook, walking ahead effortlessly, doesn’t even look winded. He glances back at you with a smirk. “Tired already, wife?”

You narrow your eyes. “You dragged me up here. I should’ve just—”

You stop mid-sentence, sighing dramatically. Jungkook chuckles. Without another word, he crouches down in front of you, patting his back.

You blink. “What are you doing?”

He tilts his head. “What does it look like? Get on.”

Your lips twitch. “Are you sure? I’m not exactly—”

Jungkook turns slightly, raising a brow. “Did I stutter?”

You giggle, placing your hands on his shoulders before hopping onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook adjusts his grip on your thighs, lifting you with ease.

And just like that he carries you up the trail like you weigh nothing.

You press your cheek against his, grinning. “You’re really strong, huh?”

Jungkook hums. “You’re really lucky, huh?”

Laughing, you pepper soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, his temple.

Jungkook exhales sharply. “Y/n.”

You blink innocently. “What?”

He grins, shaking his head. “You’re distracting me.”

You laugh against his skin. “What, can’t handle a few kisses?”

Jungkook’s grip on you tightens slightly, his voice dropping just a little lower.

“Keep testing me, wifey.”

You don’t get a chance to respond because before you know it, you’ve reached the top.

And when Jungkook finally sets you down, he doesn’t let go immediately.

Instead, he lifts his phone, angling the camera before pulling you close against his side.

“Say wifeyyy.”

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

You still say it. and when you peek at the screen—the view behind you is breathtaking. But the way Jungkook is looking at you in the frame?

His gaze is soft, lingering—something deep. Like he’s seeing something even more beautiful than the world around him.

---------------------- Day 4

Jungkook walks beside you, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, looking effortlessly cool until you drag him straight into a clothing store.

“You’re making me shop?” he groans.

You grin, already browsing. “Of course.”

Jungkook exhales, resigned. “Fine. But if I’m suffering, I get to rate your choices.”

And just like that, he ends up sitting on one of those plush chairs outside the fitting room, watching you like this is some kind of mission. You try on a few outfits, twirling in front of him.

Jungkook’s commentary is pure chaos.

“Too frilly.” “Too serious.”

“That one makes you look like a cute little menace—get it.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Eventually, you pick out two dresses, and a jacket for your boyfriend.

No.

Husband.

At the counter, you pull out your card, ready to pay—only for Jungkook to casually slide his in before you can react.

“Jungkook—”

“Got it.” He says it so effortlessly, like it’s nothing.

You stare at him. “I was paying.”

Jungkook shrugs, grabbing the bags. “Not when I’m here.”

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can—

The cashier smiles warmly. “You have a very thoughtful boyfriend.”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”

The cashier’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, I’m so sorry—”

You smile sweetly. “He’s my husband.”

The cashier relaxes, “Ohh! You two make a lovely couple.”

You squeeze Jungkook’s arm, pressing close. “Thank you! He’s the sweetest hubby, really.”

Jungkook just stands there. Blinking.

The cashier laughs. “You’re a lucky woman.”

You beam, looking up at Jungkook. “I know.”

The moment you step outside, he leans down, murmuring lowly.

“You did that on purpose.”

You grin. “And?”

Jungkook shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

Your arms are full of shopping bags, and Jungkook is carrying even more.

“You have a problem,” he groans, adjusting the bags on his arms.

You grin, unfazed. “Correction: we have a problem.”

Jungkook exhales dramatically. “I need a refund on this marriage.”

You gasp, clutching your chest. “How dare you? After all we’ve been through?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch. “Come on, let’s find food before you convince me to adopt a souvenir shop.”

----

The night market buzzes with life. Fairy lights and lanterns glow overhead, casting a golden hue as soft music drifts through the lively streets.

You and Jungkook wander through the crowd, sharing bites of food, laughing as he tries to steal yours.

You pause by a musician playing a soft acoustic song, his voice melting into the warm night.

You turn to Jungkook immediately.

His eyes narrow. “No.”

You bat your lashes, pouting. “Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, nudging him relentlessly.

“No.”

Puppy eyes.

Jungkook groans, running a hand down his face. “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”

He swears under his breath before finally stepping forward. “You owe me,” he mutters.

The musician grins, strumming the guitar as Jungkook casually leans in and starts singing.

His voice melts into the night, smooth and effortless, blending perfectly with the melody. Conversations quiet, heads turn, people pause to listen.

You watch in awe, your heart tripping over itself.

Jungkook, who claimed he didn’t want to sing, looks completely in his element.

By the time the song ends, the small crowd cheers and claps. Jungkook glances at you, shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, but he’s smiling.

You beam, grabbing his hand. “And you’re amazing.”

Jungkook lets you pull him away, fingers intertwined, the warmth of the night wrapping around you both.

------------------- Day 5

The small cooking studio is bright and welcoming, filled with the scent of fresh, warm bread.

Jungkook snickers as you struggle with your apron. “Are you already losing?”

You glare. “Shut up.”

He grins, effortlessly tying his own. “You sure you don’t want to just let me cook?”

“Nope,” you're determined.

Jungkook just laughs, clearly amused.

The class begins, and predictably—you’re a disaster.

Your dough refuses to knead properly, your vegetables are questionably chopped.

Jungkook, of course, is thriving.

“I can’t believe I’m married to this,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head.

You elbow him. “EXCUSE ME?”

He smirks, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, wifey. I’ll make sure we don’t starve.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips a little at the way he says it.

Midway through the class, Jungkook’s phone vibrates.

“Work,” he mutters, frowning. “I’ll be quick. Don’t burn the place down.”

You wave him off. “Go, go.”

With Jungkook distracted, Jay—the instructor—steps over your station to help.

“How’s it going over here?”

You laugh sheepishly, “Terrible. I think I’ve offended the cooking gods.”

Jay laughs. “You’re not that bad.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, yeah, this is pretty bad,” he grins.

“Try using less force,” he suggests, guiding your hands gently.

You try again, still failing miserably.

“Okay, maybe a little more force than that.”

You groan in frustration, but it only makes him grin.

“At least you’re enjoying yourself,” he says.

You laugh, shaking your head.

Jungkook returns just in time to see you laughing easily, comfortably with the instructor.

He steps back beside you, sliding an arm around your waist effortlessly.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asks.

You blink up at him. Sweetheart?

Jay nods. “We were just fixing the dough.”

Jungkook hums, but his hand stays on you.

For the rest of the lesson, he’s suddenly way too attentive. Helping you, adjusting your apron, calling you ‘wife’ three times in five minutes.

Oh, you know exactly what’s happening.

And honestly? You love it.

----

The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. The evening air carrying the salty scent of the ocean. Jungkook walks ahead, leading you toward a parked motorbike.

“Wait. You—”

Jungkook swings his leg over the seat effortlessly, grinning as he pats the space behind him. “Get on.”

Your eyes widen. “Jungkook. Where did you even get this?”

He smirks. “Rented it.”

You stare. “When?”

He shrugs, slipping his sunglasses on. “Had some free time.”

You cross your arms. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Jungkook chuckles, reaching for your wrist and pulling you closer. “It’s a surprise, baby. Now, come on.”

Jungkook pats the seat again, smirking. “Scared?”

You narrow your eyes. “Not even a little.”

Swinging your leg over, you settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Jungkook hums in approval, his hands resting on yours.

“Hold on tight.”

The bike roars to life, wheels kicking up dust as he speeds down the open road.

Wind rushes through your hair, the world blurring around you in a mixture of colors and motion.

You gasp, laughing as you tighten your hold on him. “Jungkook—!”

He laughs too, a sound so free, so full of joy, that it makes your chest tighten.

“Like it?” he shouts over the wind.

You press your cheek against his back, grinning against the fabric of his shirt. “I love it!”

Jungkook grins too. And then—he speeds up.

You squeal, tightening your grip. “Jungkook, slow down!”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I thought you weren’t scared?”

You huff, smacking his stomach lightly.

Jungkook laughs, slowing just a little.

He rides for a while, taking you through winding coastal roads, past cliffs overlooking the sea, the salty air mixing with the scent of his cologne.

He leads you both to a secluded viewpoint overlooking the ocean.

The view is breathtaking. Endless ocean stretching toward the horizon, the sun dipping lower, turning the water into molten gold.

You don’t even realize you’re still holding onto him.

Jungkook turns slightly, his voice lower now. ��You can let go, you know.”

You nuzzle against his shoulder. “Don’t want to.”

His fingers gently brush against yours.

Then, a whisper, almost lost in the sound of the waves.

“Then don’t.”

------------------- Day 6

You wake up expecting another fun day of exploring, but something feels different. Jungkook is way too calm. No teasing smirks. No cryptic questions.

Just casual, relaxed Jungkook, who kisses your forehead and says, “Let’s just take it easy today.”

Huh?

You squint at him. This man has been planning every second of this trip and now he suddenly wants to ‘take it easy’?

But okay, fine.

You two spend the day strolling around, checking out small shops. and every time you try to read his expression, he just smiles.

Like he knows something you don’t.

By late afternoon, you can’t take it anymore. You stop in your tracks and grab his arm. “Jungkook, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, pretending to be clueless.

“You’re… too normal?”

He snorts. “And that’s suspicious?”

“VERY.”

Jungkook just laughs and pulls you into a hug. “Baby, relax. Just enjoy the day, yeah?”

You narrow your eyes, suspicious as ever, but decide to let it go.

As you head back to the hotel, Jungkook casually says, “Oh, by the way, be ready by 7.”

Oh. Okay??

So here you are standing in front of the mirror, holding up two dresses.

Jungkook’s lack of details has you overthinking. What exactly are you dressing for? Something fancy? Something casual?

With a sigh, you call out, “Jungkook, help me pick.”

He walks over, eyes flicking between the two options. “Try them on.”

You huff. “Can’t you just choose?”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Nope. I wanna see.”

Rolling your eyes, you slip into the first dress—a soft, elegant choice. Pretty, but… safe.

You step out, twirling slightly. “This?”

Jungkook hums, tilting his head. “It’s nice.”

Nice?

You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He bites back a grin. “Try the other one.”

You sigh but change into the second dress—a sleeveless, ankle-length beauty. fitted at the top, flowing softly down your waist, hugging you in all the right places.

You step out, smoothing the fabric "This one?”

His eyes drag over you, slower this time. His lips part slightly, but no words come out.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well?”

Jungkook swallows, his voice lower. “Yeah. That one.”

You smirk, turning back to the mirror. “Thought so.”

----

Jungkook leads you outside, where a sleek, black car is already waiting.

You blink, surprised. “Wait… you booked a private car?”

Jungkook grins, opening the door for you. “Of course. Only the best for my wife.”

You roll your eyes, getting in, biting back a small smile.

As the car glides through the city, Jungkook’s hand finds yours, thumb tracing small circles.

You glance at him. “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nope.”

You huff dramatically. “I hate you.”

Jungkook just smirks, leaning closer. “No, you don’t.”

It doesn't take long when the car pulls up to the venue. He opens the door for you.

“We’re here,” he murmurs, squeezing your fingers.

You step out, and your breath catches instantly. The place is breathtaking. Not extravagant, not overwhelming. Just perfect.

The entrance is lined with soft, golden lights. Delicate floral arrangements fill the space, their scent carried by the evening breeze. The tables are set with warm candlelight, elegant yet cozy decor, the entire atmosphere radiating love.

It’s exactly what you’d love.

You turn to him, eyes wide with awe. “Jungkook…”

He watches you, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.

“You like it?” he asks softly.

Your chest tightens. “Like it? It’s.. beautiful.”

Jungkook grins, leading you inside.

But as you take it all in, you speak softly, “You shouldn’t have spent so much..”

Jungkook stops, turning to you. His brows furrow slightly, as if he doesn’t understand. With a small chuckle, he leans in, his voice gentle.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Do you really think I wouldn’t give you the world if I could?”

Your heart stumbles. A small smile making to your face.

Jungkook pulls out your chair, helping you settle before taking his seat across from you. The soft candlelight flickers between you, casting a golden glow over his features.

And the way he’s looking at you? Like you’re the most beautiful thing in the room.

You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “You’re staring.”

Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah.”

Your heart stumbles.

The conversation flows easily—laughter, teasing, deep moments that make your chest tighten. And just when you think the night couldn’t get any more romantic, Jungkook stands, offering his hand.

“Dance with me?”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Here?”

He nods toward the open space, where soft music plays in the background. “Why not?”

You hesitate for half a second before slipping your hand into his. Jungkook guides you effortlessly, his touch firm yet gentle. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, swaying to the soft melody.

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek pressing against his chest.

���I love you,” Jungkook murmurs.

Your heart melts.

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “I love you, too.”

Jungkook’s smile softens before he leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips.

Everything else fades.

It’s just you, him, and the feeling of being completely and utterly loved.

----

The ride back to the hotel is quiet, comfortable—Jungkook’s fingers lazily tracing patterns on your palm as he holds your hand.

Once inside the room, you kick off your heels, sighing dramatically.

Jungkook chuckles. “Tired?”

You turn to him, smirking. “Emotionally, yes. My husband was incredibly romantic tonight. It was overwhelming.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears turn pink. “Shut up.”

You gasp. “Oh my god, are you blushing?”

He groans, grabbing your waist and pulling you into bed with him.

You yelp, laughing as you land against his chest.

His arms lock around you, holding you close. “Stop talking.”

You grin against his skin. “Never.”

Jungkook sighs dramatically, but his grip tightens.

You shift slightly, tilting your head up to look at him softly, “Seriously, though… tonight was perfect. Thank you.”

His gaze softens. “Anything for you, baby.”

Your heart melts as you snuggle deeper into his warmth.

Jungkook presses a lazy kiss to your forehead.

------------------- Day 7

From the moment you wake up, there’s a heaviness in your chest.

It’s the last day of your trip.

Tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight back home, and this dream-like escape with Jungkook will be just… a memory.

You sigh, leaning into his warmth. “I don’t want this to end.”

Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your temple. “We still have the whole day, baby.”

You both decide to just walk..with no specific destination in mind, hand in hand, strolling through the streets, weaving through flower stalls, sharing street food, laughing at nothing. The weather is perfect—bright, breezy, the sky painted in soft blues and wisps of white clouds.

Everywhere you turn, there are vibrant flowers in bloom, colors bursting against the golden buildings.

Jungkook squeezes your hand. “Happy?”

You look up at him, feeling the sun, the wind, the warmth of his palm against yours.

“Very.”

You don’t know how long you walk. Until—You turn a corner—

An open, breathtaking garden.

Sprawling fields of flowers in every shade imaginable. The gentle breeze carries their scent, petals dancing in the wind.

And the sunset—oh, the sunset. Burning gold, soft pinks, and deep purples, stretching endlessly into the horizon.

“...Wow.”

You step forward instinctively, tugging Jungkook’s hand, drawn to the beauty before you.

Your fingers graze the petals of a flower, eyes wide with childlike wonder.

“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

Because he’s not looking at the flowers. He’s looking at you. The way your hair moves with the wind, strands catching the golden light. The way your lips part slightly in awe, the way your eyes shine with pure happiness.

His chest tightens, something deep and unshakable settling in his heart.

He clicks his camera. Capturing you—this moment, this feeling. The shutter sound makes you turn around, still grinning.

“Kook, this place is amazing, isn’t it?”

Jungkook steps forward, silently plucking a small flower from a nearby bush. gently tucking it behind your ear.

You laugh lightly at the gesture—until you notice his expression.

He’s just… watching you.

So much love in his eyes, so much depth—like he’s seeing something more than just this moment. The laughter fades. He leans in without a word.

A soft kiss. Slow. So full of emotion that your heart aches. When he pulls away, you whisper against his lips, breathless. "What was that for?”

Jungkook’s gaze holds yours. He smiles, voice barely above a whisper.

“Just like that.”

----

As the sun lowers into the horizon you're back to the beach, golden hues, the waves lapping gently at the shore.

You and Jungkook sit side by side on the sand, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in it.

His arm rests behind you, his presence warm and comforting. Neither of you speaks much—there’s no need to. The silence is peaceful, filled only by the sound of the waves and the distant laughter of kids playing nearby.

Jungkook glances at you, softly smiling. “Feeling better?”

You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Today was perfect.”

He presses a kiss to your hair. “Good.”

You both sit there, soaking in the moment, something you never want to forget.

Your attention shifts to the group of kids laughing a little ways down the beach.

Something about their pure, carefree joy makes you smile.

You’re standing up, dusting the sand off your dress.

“I’ll be back.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Where are you—”

But you’re already walking toward the kids.

Jungkook stays seated, watching as you crouch down to talk to them, as they giggle, as you laugh with them.

Watching as your eyes shine with excitement, your hair catching the evening light, your smile so full of warmth it makes something deep inside him ache.

His chest feels… tight, full. Happy in a way that words can’t describe.

You fully immerse yourself in the game they’re playing, running around, helping them build something in the sand, laughing like a child yourself.

Jungkook can’t take his eyes off you.

After a while, you lean down, whispering something to one of the kids.

The said kid rushes toward him, stopping right in front of him with big, excited eyes.

“Your wife wants to know if you want to play with us!”

Jungkook blinks. And then chuckles, shaking his head, completely endeared.

“Wife, huh?” he muses, standing up and dusting off his pants.

The boy nods eagerly. “She said you have to say yes.”

Jungkook sighs dramatically. “Of course she did.”

But he’s already walking toward you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Didn’t even spare the kids, huh?” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist playfully.

You grin up at him. “Nope.”

Jungkook shakes his head, but he’s smiling—smiling so, so much.

For the next hour, the two of you run through the sand, playing, laughing, losing yourselves in the moment.

Jungkook picks up a kid, spins them around, their giggles echoing through the air. You chase another, only to get caught yourself, falling onto the sand in a fit of laughter. And through it all—Jungkook watches you. His heart aching with love, with something deeper, something infinite.

Because this?

This is what happiness feels like.

The walk back to the hotel is quiet, peaceful, your hearts still full from the evening.

As soon as you step inside, you both head to the bathroom, washing off the sand. Jungkook runs a towel through his damp hair, watching as you step out first.

You make your way to the mirror, fingers reaching up to remove your earrings. Jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Your eyes fall to his hand—the matching ring on his finger. Then to yours. You chuckle softly, turning in his embrace.

"Our fake marriage ends tonight,” you tease, holding up your hand.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker, something unreadable passing through them.

He exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, lifting your hand to his lips. “We still have a few hours left.”

His voice is low, filled with something that makes your breath catch.

He kisses you, like he’s memorizing the way you taste, the way you feel, the way this moment exists.

Jungkook’s hands trail down your back, feather-light, deliberate.

You feel the slow unzip of your dress. You shudder, anticipation curling in your stomach, making your breath hitch.

His lips stay on yours, teasing, soft, even as his fingers push the fabric off your shoulders. The silk slides down your arms, skimming your skin before pooling at your feet.

Jungkook leans back slightly, his darkened gaze sweeping over you. His tongue flicks over his lips, jaw tightening.

You feel warmth creep up your neck. “Jungkook…”

A small smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re shy?”

“Shut up,” you breathe.

He chuckles, shaking his head, but his hands are already lifting you effortlessly. You gasp softly as he carries you to the bed, his grip firm, steady.

Jungkook lays you down gently, hovering above you, his fingers gliding over your skin—his lips follow, trailing soft kisses from your collarbone, across your chest, moving lower. Jungkook takes his time. His mouth brushes against your skin—slow, reverent.

His hands map every curve, every dip, every part of you that he wants to claim. You writhe beneath him, warmth spreading through your body, your fingers threading through his hair.

He looks up, his gaze locking with yours, something intense flickering in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky, thick with emotion.

Heat coils in your stomach, your heart hammering.

Jungkook smirks softly. “Still shy?”

You bite your lip, refusing to answer, but he just chuckles. Jungkook’s fingers trail down your spine, teasing.

His lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking lightly as his hands slide to your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease.

The fabric falls away, and his hot mouth lashes onto your breast, tongue swirling, sucking, teasing.

A gasp escapes you, your back arching into him. His hand already trailing lower, over your stomach, between your thighs. His fingers press over your soaked panties, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Your hips lift slightly, desperate for more. Jungkook smirks against your skin, pushing your panties aside before slipping his fingers through your folds.

His touch is gentle but firm, working you open, drawing soft, breathless moans from your lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging. “-kook…” His name falls from your lips, breathy, desperate.

That seems to snap something in him. He pulls his fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss. You reach for his t-shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He pulls it over his head, revealing golden skin, hard muscles, the sculpted lines of his chest.

Your hands immediately roam over his torso, feeling every ridge, every flex beneath your touch.

He kisses you again, claiming. As his lips move against yours, you lower your hand, palming him through his pants. Jungkook groans against your mouth, his hips twitching at your touch. Tugging at his waistband, you push his pants down, and he helps, kicking them off.

Your fingers wrap around his thick, heavy length, stroking slowly. Jungkook shudders, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. His hand moves between your legs again, teasing your entrance, feeling just how ready you are.

You grab him, lining him up at your entrance. Jungkook’s gaze meets yours, dark, burning. Your body stretches, molding to fit him perfectly as he pushes in.

A moan rips from your throat, but Jungkook swallows it, his lips pressing against yours. He moves slow, savoring every second, letting you feel everything.

One hand strokes your cheek, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You part your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly.

Jungkook’s eyes darken instantly, his jaw tightening. His pace quickens, thrusts deep and deliberate, every movement pushing you closer to the edge.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving marks that he welcomes.

“I—I'm close,” you whimper, body trembling beneath him.

Jungkook’s breath is ragged, his forehead pressed to yours. “Hold it,” he rasps, his voice raw.

Your body trembles beneath him, every nerve overwhelmed as Jungkook keeps his slow, deep thrusts steady. His breath is hot against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

Your fingers clutch his back, nails dragging over his skin, and he groans, hips stuttering for a moment. “Jungkook-,” you gasp, legs tightening around his waist.

You whimper, toes curling, mind blurring.

Jungkook leans down, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, swallowing your moans. His thumb trails between your bodies, finding that sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

You arch into him, body tightening.

“Now,” he breathes, voice low, commanding. “Come with me, baby.”

He thrusts deep, hitting exactly where you need him. Your body shatters, waves of pleasure crashing over you, moans spilling from your lips as you fall apart beneath him.

Jungkook groans deeply, burying his face in your neck as his release follows, hips jerking, his body shaking with the force of it.

He holds you so tight, as if trying to keep this moment frozen in time. Both of you pant heavily, bodies tangled together, skin sticky with sweat.

Jungkook stays inside you, his weight warm, loving.

His arms wrap snugly around your waist, pressing slow, lazy kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach.

Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, trailing softly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

Your heart is still racing. After a moment, he lifts his head, his dark eyes finding yours, heavy with something deep, something endless.

You smile, tired but content. “What?”

Jungkook just stares, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers trace soft, absentminded patterns over your skin, the other still intertwined with yours.

He speaks, softer than a whisper, almost like an afterthought, “Do you want to marry me again after this trip?”

A soft, breathless laugh escapes you. “What?”

Jungkook doesn’t waver. His hold tightens slightly, thumb brushing against your knuckles. A little more hesitant, but still so full of love—

“Do you want to marry me, Y/N?”

The weight of his words settles over you— overwhelming and all-consuming.

Your lips part slightly, heart stuttering.

But then you realize something.

You stare at him for a moment, and then, to his surprise, a soft chuckle slips past your lips.

Jungkook’s brows furrow slightly, confused.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, biting your lip, eyes twinkling. “Did you really just propose to me in this situation?”

His ears turn red instantly. A soft groan escapes him as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Just answer,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin.

Your chest tightens—so full of warmth, so full of love you can barely contain it.

Cupping his face, you bite back a bigger smile, your voice soft,—

“Don’t you already know the answer?”

Jungkook’s breath catches. He murmurs, softer this time.

“I want to hear it.”

You pull him down, your lips brushing against his as you whisper,

“Yes. I’ll marry you again, husband.”

His breath shudders—something raw, something so full of love it nearly breaks you.

He's kissing you.

Slow. Endless.

Like a promise, like a vow, like something unbreakable. His hands tighten around yours, fingers lacing together.

Your matching rings glinting under the dim light.

Blending together.

Like fate. Like love.

Like something that was meant to be all along.

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[ms-demeanor]

TBH another thing that irritates the living shit out of me is how many ADHD tools and guides are inaccessibly expensive.

I searched for ADHD organizational videos today and of the seven I opened up, three were ads (one for something QUITE expensive and unfortunately very useful-looking) and the other four were unbearably rigid in their approach to how to help with organization ("the only way to stay organized is to always put things where they belong immediately and never deviate from that" - you sound like my old GP when I introduced him to the concept of delayed sleep phase disorder. No there isn't only one solution, and no a solution that is going to require a high amount of effort for no visible reward forever isn't going to work).

I get that creators with ADHD have to make a living, and being an ADHDinfluencer is probably one of the better gigs someone with ADHD could land. But also.

Like?

Fuck you a little bit? Like at least a little bit. You're making sponcon about expensive tools for people who are like 20% less likely to be able to hold a full time job than a neurotypical.

Which is exactly why my website is free and it and all of my resources will always be 100% free.

I've said it before, I'll say it again: my mom and I had discussed end-of-life planning and pre-death fill-in-the-blanks tools for years before she died, but I never had the money to go out and order the books about it when I was talking to her about it. That's why I made the death book, and that's why the death book will always and forever cost zero dollars.

Same thing here. I've been searching for good ADHD tools for most of a decade and what I get on free sites is mostly a lot of inspiration porn, tools for neurotypical parents to manage their ADHD children, and ADHD adults feeling helpless. And when I wanted to read the book about managing your ADHD that everybody praised, it was thirty bucks that I didn't have and an 18-month waiting list at my library.

So I want to make sure that other people who feel like they're drowning have something to grab onto that I wish I'd had when I was there. You don't have thirty bucks or eighteen months to wait either, you need to figure out how to keep track of your important papers NOW because you're coping with a loss or a separation or a natural disaster.

(Though if I haven't written it yet you may be waiting 18 months sorry it's getting built but it's not moving fast)

[matd0]

HELLO HELOO i am. alive. ermm. ok so long story short i am very very tired and unable to do like. anything. :P oof.

here's a toby drawing i completely forgot??? that i did??? like months ago??? found it in my files while looking for any drawings I've actually finished recently and im pretty happy with it so I'm posting it here :''3

honestly i just haven't been happy with anything i've been drawing so only stuff i've done are studies because i want to improve but idk. i feel really self critical. yk how it is being an artist, never feeling happy with your skill level :p i'm working on it though, got pretty into traditional painting for a change? idk i'm trying new stuff to find inspiration. hopefully more art SOON (for sure this time) (idk if i can promise that)

okok health update:

been very very stressed out, basically. got bad again, getting better again?¿? got more help though, so i should be getting therapy maaaybe and help getting back into school, not sure, trying to make something work out. not looking at my phone has been helping

in other news; fall is awesome, love halloween !! birthday is coming up aswell, which is pretty cool 👍👍👍 been hanging out with friends again, which is very nice too. uuuhhhhh the silent hill 2 remake finally came out!!! and it's actually good!!! like really good!!! life has meaning again!!!!

TLDR: I am so very tired. but it will get better, for sure !! just need more time? maybe? in any case, i will be back to post more whenever i am able to. thank you for enjoying my art, it does mean the world to me.