#but i recently heard something i haven’t gotten in a few years: ‘you don’t look like a lesbian’ + ‘you’re pretty for a lesbian’

[johndonneswife]

femme lesbian gets up close and personal with the horrors of homophobia multiple days in a row and is This Close to Losing It

[joekeeryswife]

hi hihi can u do an age gap fic w alex - like both alex and reader are famous and reader gets a ton of hate for dating him and alex js comforts reader 😕

Age Gap - a.t

a/n: hey loves! i haven’t written for alex in ages! my requests are open for him so please send me some through, enjoy 🫶🏼 y/n is 26 and Alex is 38

you had been with Alex for over a year and a half but only just recently announced it. you knew that you both would get hate for it but you didn’t realise the extent of hate you would receive. you had a big following, you were a famous supermodel and an influencer and met Alex when you were at one of the music release parties and hit it off straight away.

you’d gotten hate before, being a model came with the thousands of people hating on you just for being yourself but it never got to you because you knew that these people were either jealous or just bored and you never even looked at their comments because it wasn’t worth it.

there had been speculation of you and Alex being together your whole relationship which never bothered you, you didn’t feel the need to explain yourself when people would ask questions about it but you and Alex were both sick of not being able to go out in public and do normal stuff together.

Alex had gone out to the studio a few hours ago to do some recording and you took the opportunity to look through the comments of your post. you weren’t shocked at you getting hate but shocked at the amount of hate you were receiving.

your post was cute, a few pictures of you and Alex in a photobooth together which showed how much you were in love and you were upset that people didn’t agree. there were obviously hundereds of lovely comments, people saying how great you looked together, how loved up you looked but they were overwhelmed with the thousands of hate comments.

yn.yln: 🤍 @AlexTurner

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honeymoon: babies🥹

yourbestfriend: surprised i could keep this quiet 🤫

ynfan01: YAY OMFG

ynfan5183: NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED IN ALL MY LIFE

arcticm0nkeys: ew wth. Alex should be with someone older than this girl, isn’t she like 20 or something?

fan61838: y/n is so gorgeous i can’t deal! Alex is a lucky guy.

user0183: no one wants you here, you shouldn’t be with someone like Alex. he deserves so much better than you.

user163: wtaf is this. why would he want her?

yn.alexfan163: the update we have all been waiting for🤭

user74: no because tell me why alex chose her? she is way too young.

monkeys5363: our boy looks so happy, they deserve the world 🥰

user260: please leave y/n, you don’t deserve alex.

monkeysfan: alex looks so happy guys, leave them be 🫶🏼

ynswife: they’re so in love🫶🏼

alexturnershair: don’t even they looks so happy🥹

user54: these photos are vile. Alex honey we forgive you for choosing her but please leave. you deserve someone so much better than y/n.

your eyes filled with tears and you quickly put your head in your hands. the hate never usually got to you but this was a whole new level. were these people right? did alex really deserve someone better? were you really too young for him? your mind was filled with a million questions. what if alex decided that you were too young for him and that he deserved someone better than you?

a few tears spilled down your cheeks, this was awful. you had never felt so pick on up until now. yes you were a lot younger than him but that didn’t mean you weren’t mature enough. it wasn’t like you were underage, you were a full grown adult and these people were picking on you because you were younger than alex?

your mind was going so crazy that you didn’t even hear Alex come through the front door. he had even called out to you and got worried when he got no response. he found you sat curled up on the sofa, your small sobs could be heard and his body filled with worry.

“sweetheart? what’s happed?” he quickly sat down next to you and pulled your body into his. he kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly. he heard you sniffle as you tried to calm yourself down but it was no use, a sob escaped you making his heart break. “take a deep breathe, talk to me honey”

you tried to regulate your breathing, listening to his heartbeat as you hugged him closer. “you’re gonna leave me” he was confused, where has this come from? it was completely out of character for you and he had never ever seen you like this before. “what are you on about baby, i’m not going to leave you” he felt your arms squeeze his waist.

you pulled away so you could look at him, his face was filled with concern and confusion. “i was reading the comments on our photo” he sighed, he knew something like this would happen when you announced your relationship but he didn’t think it would make you cry like this. “you shouldn’t read them sweetheart, you know them people are just jealous” his thumb reached out to stroke your tear stained cheeks.

“i know but they were all saying how you deserved so much better than me and how im way too young for you. that you deserve someone who’s closer to you in age and it just got my mind going. maybe you do deserve better than me” now his heart had full on shattered. you sounded so vulnerable and scared and the look on your face made it even worse. you just looked so sad and he hated that. deep down he was fuming that these people had made you cry but he didn’t want to show you that.

“do you really think i listen to what the comments have to say? do you think i let my so called fans dictate my life? i don’t listen to them. they can’t decide who’s good for me and who’s not, they don’t even know me. and if i had an issue with your age i wouldn’t of dated you in the first place, it isn’t like you’re a minor. you’re an adult same as what i am. i know it’s hard to not read the comments but i really don’t give a shit about what they say” his eyes were soft as he looked at you, he hated that these people had made you this upset.

“i love you and those dickheads can just fuck off. you are the only girl for me, yes i’ve had relationships in the past but i’ve never ever felt like this and we don’t need their input, we never did before so why listen now” he lent in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “now i bet there were some nice comments in there, they can’t be all bad surely” you showed him your phone which was still showing the post.

he looked through the comments and shook his head as he read the bad ones. “most of these people don’t even follow me, they’re just doing it because they want attention and they want to hurt you but don’t let them get to you, they’re just a bunch of assholes who don’t have a life” he passed your phone back to you and pulled you into him again.

“you’re too pretty to cry honey, i love you and that’s all that matters. no more looking at these silly comments” he felt you nod “i love you too” he kissed your forehead softly.

[lovezbrownies]

Is this an act of love? (Yan!Military Chief x GN!Reader.)

Masterlist

Synopsis: You ignore your wife in favor of a book, which has her infuriarated. But what happens when you become upset over the destruction of the book?

Gen Ludenhart x Reader

Warnings: Past physical torture to reader, reader fears Gen, Gen threatens you, no use of Y/N, possible minor character death.

It’s been 5 years since you’ve been forced to marry Gen Ludenhart. You had tried as hard as you could to get away from her— yet she always found you and when she did she would make it very clear how upset she was with you. Using various methods of torture, letting you stew in the pain and suffering before healing you with her magic. The honorable Chief of Military Gen Ludenhart was all but honorable.

However, now that 3 years have passed since your last failure you’ve accepted the situation. You will only ever die if your wife allows it, which means you’re essentially immortal. Since you’ve been so good, Gen would buy you everything you’d want, no matter the price. This meant you had every new gadget and every book that has ever piqued your interest.

You were okay with this arrangement. At least now you aren’t being tortured, and you can focus on whatever activity you want– well with your clingy wife in tow, but you’ve gotten used to her presence and can completely forget if she was there to begin with. Which brings up the newest issue in your marriage with the coddling devil.

The past two months you’ve been obsessed with this book series that Gen bought for you one random day. It was a very long series with very long books, so to say the least it has consumed much of your time. Whenever Gen would nag you over the lack of attention you would hum, give her a hug, a few pats on the head and you’d go back to reading the story. Gen usually wasn’t bothered by your occasional hyper fixation on certain things, they always come and go, you’ll always come back to her for affections.

Yet. Gen stood behind the library’s couch tapping her foot furiously against the floor. “Well? Aren’t you going to greet me, my love.” Her voice was angry and strained, glaring down at your laid back form, you were relaxed and very immersed into your book. So much so that you hadn’t heard your wife call out for you when she got back home. “Hm..? Oh, uh, sorry…  I’m… a bit busy…” You’d trail off every now and then from how focused you were on reading how the main character is going to triumph in her final battle.

Gen, tired with all the lack of affection, yanked the book out of your hands. “Hey!! Give it back! I haven’t finished it yet!!” You got up, reaching for your book but Gen hid it behind her back. Pushing you back down on the couch she began lecturing you about how hurt she felt over how you’ve been neglecting her recently. But in all honesty every word went in one ear and out the other, all your brain could possibly think of was the book and how the hero will prevail in her battle.

Your wife knew that you weren’t there at all, you’d do the same expression anytime you wished to escape the harsh reality and put yourself into your fantasy worlds. Sighing she softly threw the book next to you. “Nevermind, just come to me when you finish the stupid book. I will know if you don’t.” You smiled as you tried to find the page you were last on, Gen walked away dejected and hurt.

Thankfully you weren’t stupid, and immediately went to her when you finished the series, finally. But this is not how she wanted it to be. You and Gen lying on her bed, your body on top of hers, head snuggling into her chest as you blabbered on about the book’s hero, Liya something or other. “-And then as soon as the battle ended Liya looked all over for her lover, but she found them half dead, and so with the last bit of her power she gave it all away just to make sure her lover stays alive, then-”

Gen loved that you were talking to her with little to no fear but if she hears you squeal over this Liya woman one more time she might kill the author and burn every copy of the series. “Darling,” Gen cut off your rambling. “Has anything else happened to you today? Have you left that book at all? Gone out for a bit of fresh air, hm?” You looked up at her, shook your head no, and continued with what you were saying. Gen could only rub her hands across your back and nod along whenever you looked up to check if she was actually listening.

It’s been a long tiring week, most of the time Gen’s been busy with work, so when she would come home she would always ask for peace and quiet and for you to cuddle her to sleep. Come Friday morning, what she didn’t expect was to wake up and find you reading one of the wretched books of the series. It’s been a little over a week since you’ve finished the series and you’re still consuming that garbage? 

Usually in these types of situations she’d let you go shopping with her, but not even the outside world can pull you away from the imaginary fairytale you’ve been so obsessed over. “Dear. Get back to sleep.” Gen commanded, she used a tone of voice she knew you feared, and yet, it had no effect. “Yes, Gen, just a moment… One more chapter…” Gen sighed, her anger bubbling up. “No. No moments. No chapters. Sleep now or I’ll burn every book I’ve bought you.” Thankfully this time you listened, your body tensed as you quickly put the book down on your bedside table and laid back down. You woke up an hour later to Gen’s arms caging you to her, not allowing you to pick up your book at all.

You tried as hard as you could to weasel your way out of her grasp and run off to the library with your beloved book. Gen only squeezed you harder, pulled you tighter, and buried her head into you further. She was tired of your games, maybe this was some sick twisted way of getting back at her for all the pain she’s inflicted upon you.

Today, Gen finally managed to pull you away from your fantasy world and outside to a restaurant. Yet you still kept talking about the book, well that was before Gen cut you off. “One more word about that book and I will slam you on this table and fuck you in front of everyone here.” Her voice was low and threatening, the threat shocking you into silence you didn’t dare speak, allowing Gen to dominate the conversation as she usually does.

Today’s outing was actually quite enjoyable for once, aside from that one threat, all went smoothly. Gen took you out to your favorite restaurant, let you go wild in your favorite stores, and then finally went to the park to enjoy the scenery and eat ice cream together, which you were currently doing. It almost felt like a normal relationship, but it wasn’t, you won’t dwell on that however since it only ever brings pain.

At the moment you were both sitting on one of the park benches, ice creams in hand. “Gen?” Your wife hums in response, you snuggled closer to her side. “I really appreciated what you did for me today.” Oh. Oh, she could just eat you whole. Her sweet spouse. If she can keep this up for a while you might completely forget about that stupid character and focus on her once again. “Anything for you, honey. I love you.” Of course you never reciprocate her “I love you’s’’ but it doesn't matter. A little more solitude and isolation will fix that.

Gen and you finally made it home, it’s now late at night you move ahead of your wife, looking around for your book in the living room. “Oh would you look at that, my love, you walked 10,000 steps! We should go ou-” A sharp pained gasp interrupted Gen. Gen, concerned, hurried over to the fireplace, where you stood. Looking down at the blazing fire she saw small remnants of your book, used as fire kindle.

It was quite- No, it was silent, not a single peep was uttered. You were staring down at the fire, emotionless, while Gen was solely focused on you and your reactions. You just stood there, unmoving, unchanging. “Do you want me to buy the books again, dear?” Gen broke the silence, trying her hardest to stay cool, so you don’t break down in tears. If this has been at the beginning of your relationship she wouldn’t have been so quick to offer something like that, she’d tell you to suck it up and move on. You’ve obviously affected her over the years.

Meanwhile, you stood still, unfeeling. You knew she’d do something like this, Gen’s loyal little maid. Reina. “No… It’s fine. This was inevitable.”  Inevitable? What the hell are you talking about? Gen frowned, she turned her body fully to you, head tilted to the side. “What do you mean ‘inevitable’? How would the torching of your beloved books be inevitable, my love?” For the first time you finally showed a hint of emotion. Your lips pursed, your eyebrows furrowed and you turned to sit on one of the armchairs in the room.

Gen followed after you, kneeling on her knees in front of your seated form, her eyes begging for an answer. Wow, did she turn soft. Gen grabbed your hands, engulfing them in her much larger hands. A sigh escaped out of you, noticing how open she’s been emotionally, how loving she’s being, how sincere. “I- Well. You’ve been so open about how you’ve hated my books… I just thought eventually you would do something about it,” You looked off to the side sheepishly, not used to being so vulnerable to her.

You continued, ‘’I thought you’d probably tell Reina to burn it while we were gone and I guess I’m right…” Gen frowned, never would she ever do something like that! Why in the world would you ever assume that! Sure she threatened to burn the damned books for a while but they were all empty threats! You had to have known she was just kidding! Right? But then it clicked. The only person to be able to do something like that would be Reina. Sure the mansion has its fair share of servants but Reina served the parts of the mansion you resided in.

Gen got up, gave you a quick kiss on your head and said, “Give me a moment, dear, this will all be resolved soon.” You stared at her as she walked off, curious as to what would happen. You wanted to follow after her and see what she’s doing but knowing her she probably is going to rage at Reina. So you stayed put, not wanting to incur her wrath anymore. You’ve experienced enough pain for a lifetime.

And it seems you were eternally grateful for not following her. The next day Gen told you to accompany her and interview new personal servants for your wing of the mansion. You don’t know what happened to Reina and you did not want to know. She never really liked you to begin with. So why bother to worry for her?

‘Gen’s attitude is rubbing off on me too much…’

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Tummy

A/N- i feel like i’ve been giving Eddie a little more attention with smut recently just from my NSFW alphabet series, and to be honest i’ve really been on a Gareth kick lately, so i wanted to write some smut for him 🥰 i know he deserves it 😘 plus i know for a FACT he’s got a dad bod under that vest and i want to get my hands on it 🤤 (also please let me know if the last few sentences are missing, the very last thing should be a border saying *Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated* i’ve been having a lot of issues with this recently)

⚠️Gareth has been aged up to 19⚠️

Summary- Gareth feels a bit insecure about the way he looks, but you show him how much you absolutely adore him

Genre- Fluff, smut

Warnings- Gareth feeling insecure, feelings of body dysmorphia, piv sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), body worship, mirror sex (if i’ve missed anything please let me know)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @manyfandomsfanvergent

Word Count- 6.3k

You and Gareth were sat in his bed, one of his sci-fi movies playing for him as he laid his head in your lap while you were fully immersed in your book, one of your hands moving through his hair and your fingertips massaging his scalp as you turned the page.

You couldn’t be sure what movie was playing, but whatever it was, Gareth seemed to be paying close attention to it, and you didn’t mind it. As long as you were able to spend time with each other it didn’t matter to you what you were doing.

If he was happy, then you were happy.

What you didn’t know was that though on the outside he was always smiley and happy, his insecurities were getting harder and harder to cover as summer was approaching closer.

The time of year where he had to see all the other guys at the beach with their shirts off, getting stares and compliments and giggles from all the girls admiring their muscles and though he didn’t care much for the attention of other girls he didn’t know how you could pick him over a guy like that.

He didn’t have a six pack or even a flat stomach, he didn’t have the strength that they had, he didn’t have their sharp features. He had extra skin on his tummy, a round face, and he was nothing compared to the guys he saw in all those movies.

You were brought out from the fantasy world of your book when you heard a sigh come from Gareth as he laid with you, though this was different than just a normal sigh. It was shaky, and you knew that there was something that was upsetting him. You closed your book and set it onto the nightstand, looking down at his as your hand brushed back the hair back out of his face,

“What’s wrong?”

Gareth’s eyes peeked up to you before shrugging and going back to the TV screen,

“Nothings wrong.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You moved him to sit him up and look at you, your hand going to hold his cheek and seeing the look of pain in his eyes, “You know i know you better than you know yourself, and i know when you’re lying.” Your thumb brushed over his cheek, “Tell me what’s wrong my love, i know that there’s something bothering you.”

He sighed again and looked into your eyes, and he knew that you were worried for him. He knew you hated to see him upset.

“Why do you like me?”

You were taken back by his question,

“What do you mean? I like you for tons of reasons! You’re sweet and you’re funny and you’re smart, you’re always so considerate of my emotions and my feelings and whenever i’m feeling upset or having a bad day you always go out of your way to make me feel better. Not to mention the fact that i haven’t touched a door or had to pull out a chair since our first date. You know why i like you, why are you asking?”

He looked down at his hands in his lap and shrugged again,

“I don’t know i just…” He hesitated for a moment before looking back up into your eyes, “You could have anyone you wanted, you could’ve gotten a guy who looks better and treats you better and doesn’t…” He stopped before saying anything more, but you knew he couldn’t keep things in like that, especially if they were hurting him this much.

“Doesn’t what?”

“Doesn’t…” He looked down to his lap once again, “Look like me.”

He was hurt, and seeing him like this hurt you more than anything else in the world.

“Gare look at me,” Your other hand went to cup his other cheek and turned his face up to look at you, bringing him close to you and gently kissing him before resting your forehead onto his, “I love you for you. If i didn’t then i wouldn’t be with you and you know that. Why is this on your mind, what’s going on?”

His eyes wandered yours for a moment before taking a deep breath and deciding that it would be easier to just come clean instead of hiding it to you,

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About me, about us, about the way that you look and the way that i look…” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

You knew that Gareth had his insecurities just like everyone else but if it was getting to him like this than it was worse than you ever thought it was, especially if it came to your relationship.

Your hands went around his neck and you slowly moved yourself into his lap, straddling his waist with your chest pressed up to his. You leaned in and softly kissed him, feeling his hands move to hold onto your thighs as you were sat in his lap. He loved having you close to him, but each and every time you were close to one another he was always the one making you feel beautiful.

His hands would wander your body and leave no part of your skin untouched, his lips would leave trails of kisses up and down each of your appendages until there was no where left for him to kiss, he would whisper sweet nothings mixed in with breathy gasps and moans each time he thrusted into you. He always did everything he could to make you feel gorgeous, even with all your insecurities, and now it was your turn.

It was your turn to make him feel beautiful.

“Gare, look at me.” You tilted his chin up and forced him to look into your eyes, “i love you. I love all of you. And i know that you might think badly of the way that you look but can i be honest with you?”

He nodded and you smiled, your hands slowly moving down over his chest to the hem of his shirt, your fingertips grazing the soft skin underneath it before taking the hem between your fingertips and slowly lifting it up. The backs of your fingers making sure to stay pressed against his skin as you lifted his shirt up over his head, his hands moving away from your thighs to help you lift it over his head and your pressed yourself up against him again, leaning your head down to slowly kiss just below his ear,

“Nothing gets me hotter than seeing you without that shirt on baby.”

You could feel him tense up just a bit as you kept kissing over his neck, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in closer to you, his hands moving to hold onto the back of your thighs. You lifted your lips away from his neck and looked back up to his face, seeing the bright red blush that was dusted over his cheeks.

You giggled seeing his lips curl into a smile,

“I mean it!” You put your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed back, laying him down on his bed as you still sat up in his lap, your hands moving down from his shoulders to over his chest and finally resting on the soft skin of his tummy, “You might think that every girl wants some body builder type of guy who’s got abs and all that but all i want is you Gare. Besides…” You smiled down at him and placed a few gentle kisses onto his lips before pulling your shirt up over your head, reaching behind your back and undoing the clasp on your bra, tossing it away before leaning down onto him. Your hands were on either side of his head and your soft chest was pressed against his, the plush skin of his tummy resting beneath yours, “there’s just more of you for me to love pretty boy.”

You heard a few whimpers escape his lips as your lips went to kiss over his collarbone and moved down to his chest, one of your hands moving from the side of his head to slowly and softly trail over his body, making sure to feel every curve of his skin. His hands were gripped tightly on the back of your thighs and you knew that when he was flustered and trying to keep his composure he would be frozen in place and that’s exactly how you wanted him.

You wanted him to be under you, whimpering and whining with each kiss and touch you gave to him, He was always so sensitive when you put him in his subspace but he loved being submissive for you more than anything. He loved it when you made him feel small.

He was always so used to being the one on top. Being the person who was making you feel good and making you feel beautiful but you knew that now it was his time to feel beautiful. And you wouldn’t stop until he could see how beautiful he was in your eyes.

Every part of him was mouthwatering.

His shaggy curls that were always so soft between your fingers, his light blue eyes that always looked so lovingly into yours, his perfect smile that always made you smile back at him whenever you saw him, his big strong arms that held you so tightly whenever you were snuggling in bed, his soft hands that loved to hold yours whenever he had the chance to. Every part of him was so soft and sweet and perfect, and you weren’t kidding about how he made you feel whenever you saw him without his shirt on.

He was everything you wanted in a man and more.

And being able to have him all to yourself was the best feeling in the world.

Your hands were slowly moving along the soft skin of his torso, watching as your fingers gently sunk into it as you pressed them further into him, smiling each and every time you heard a little whimper leave his lips,

“Are you alright Gare?” You asked him with a giggle, “You’re not getting nervous are you?”

He shook his head and laughed, trying his best to not show you how hard he was having to hold himself back from begging you to ride him as you were sat comfortable on his lap, grinding into him.

“You’re sure?” You giggled again, leaning down and pecking his lips, feeling him start to tremble beneath your touch, “You’re starting to act like you did when we first started dating. You remember how you used to act around me?”

His hands were slowly moving up and your thighs, carefully working their way up to hold your waist as he slowly shook his head.

“No? God, you were so cute!” You moved one hand up to hold his cheek as you kissed him, the other staying just above his heart, feeling each soft beat through his chest, “You were so nervous to be around me, so scared you were going to do something or say something that would mess up our first few dates and you were so shy too!” You moved your body down just a bit to lay over him, your head resting on his shoulder as his hands stayed planted on your hips, your hands moving around his neck to hold him close, “How come you’re all nervous now handsome?”

“I don’t know… I just…” He sighed and you lifted yourself off of him for just a moment, laying next to him in bed and gently holding his cheek in your hand, “I just feel like you should be with someone like that. I don’t know why i get like this, but i just start to feel insecure about how i look and then i feel like you deserve someone better looking than me, no one wants me.”

To hear how Gareth really felt about himself was heartbreaking. You loved him more than anyone else in the world, and all you wanted was for him to see how beautiful you thought he was.

You looked to him and your thumb gently stroked his cheek, thinking about how you could really make him see how much you loved him.

And your lips curled into a smile as soon as you thought of the perfect thing.

You quickly got up from his bed and wandered over to the corner of his room where he kept a floor length mirror. You slowly and carefully moved it in front of the TV at the end of his bed and have gave you a strange look as you walked in front of it and smiled at your reflection.

“What’s this for?”

“You’ll see.” You turned to him with a smile and reached your hands out to pull him closer to you, making him sit at the edge of his bed as you held his hands in yours.

“I think i know how to make you feel better about how you look baby.”

“Yeah? How’s that?” He smiled as you moved your arms around his neck, straddling his waist as his hands went to your hips to help keep you supported.

You kissed him and pressed your body up against his, your lips trailing down from his lips to his jawline to his neck and finally to just below his ear,

“You’re gonna watch how good you make me feel…”

You felt him shudder as you whispered to him taking his hands and placing them onto your breasts, feeling him start to get a bit more confidence and lightly squeeze them.

You giggle and quickly get off of his lap, pulling him closer to the edge of his bed, his legs hanging off the end as you stand before him. He watches as you slowly undo the button and zip on your shorts, pulling them down your thighs, tossing them away onto his floor.

Seeing you exposed like this in front of him was enough to make him drool, his eyes wandering over your soft skin, not being able to stop and admire one part of you at a time. He wanted to take in all of you at once.

His eyes went wide as you kneeled before him, your hands going to the button on his jeans, and as you caught him staring you placed your fingers on his chin and tilted his head back up,

“No baby, look in the mirror…” You smiled as you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his hard pink cock sprung free and you could tell he was blushing, he always did when he was naked around you, “You’re gonna watch me make you feel good.”

He nodded down at you as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping up and down as you placed a few soft kisses to the head. You smirked and bit your lip as you looked up at him.

His cheeks were pink, his chest heaving, his lips slightly parted and his eyes were struggling to stay open.

You loved making him feel good.

You started to pump your hand faster, hearing him groan as you tightened your grip around him.

He watched himself in the mirror and being able to see you from the opposite side, focusing all your energy on making him feel good, was definitely giving him a bit of an ego boost. And he had never been able to see himself in this state before, but he had to admit, he liked it.

He liked being able to see how good you made him feel.

You bit your lips as you smiled, peeking up at him as you started to pump your hand faster and faster, gripping it tighter as you saw his fingers start to claw at the bedsheets beneath him. You dipped your head down and gave his swollen head a few gentle licks, looking up and seeing his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head only encouraged you further.

As you slowly slid your lips down his length, he let out a slow groan through his gritted teeth, but his next move surprised you.

He placed his hand gently on top of your head before shouting,

“Stop!”

You did as he said, quickly removing your mouth from him and placing your hands to his thighs, looking up to his face for any sign of discomfort.

“What is it? Are you ok, did i do something wrong?”

He shook his head and looked down at you with a smirk on his lips, leaning down to place a kiss onto your forehead,

“No no baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to be able to make you feel good too,” He smiled down at you before leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to your lips, “stand up and lay down for me. Please?”

You giggled and did as he said, laying down backwards on his bed and laying your head over the edge as he moved back to make some more room for you,

“Aww Gare, even when we’re dirty you’re still so sweet.”

He smiled as he crawled over your body, his hands resting on either side of your head as they gripped the edge of the bed, his body pressed up against yours and his skin felt so soft and warm. You loved having him on top of you.

He tilted his head down and kissed you gently, trailing his lips down your jawline, staying attached to your neck for a moment. He found your sweet spot and a gentle moan escaped your lips as you tilted your head back over the edge of his bed, looking into the mirror.

One of your hands was around his back while the other was placed gently on the back of his head, ruffling his soft curls as his lips stayed on your neck.

You gasped gently as you felt him start to move himself lower, placing a trail of kisses on each spot on your body that he passed. Over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, down your tummy and just above the lace lining of your panties before sitting up on his knees and looking down at you.

You tilted your head up to look at him once more and he carefully hooked his fingers through the sides of your underwear,

“Can i?”

You blushed and slowly nodded, watching as he leaned down and pressed one last kiss to your clothed core before slipping your panties down over your legs and tossing them aside.

He laid himself down in bed, his head between your thighs as he helped move your legs over his shoulders. He gently held your thighs as he dipped his head down and placed a few gentle kisses before licking a long slow stripe over your folds.

Your tilted your head back over the edge of his bed and one of your hands found it’s way back into his curls, the other gripping the bedsheets beside you as you clenched your eyes shut, getting lost in the pleasure of his lips and tongue as he moved them slowly and so sweetly.

He slowly moved one hand from your thigh, reaching up and grasping onto your hand that was gripping the bedsheets, intertwining your fingers together as his other hand was still gripped onto the soft flesh of your thigh.

The sound of his name gently escaping your lips in between each moan was only encouraging him further, moving his tongue over you faster as he felt you start to grind your hips along to the movements of his lips.

It was only when he glanced up into the mirror that he understood exactly why you wanted to use it.

Seeing you there, your cheeks flushed, a look of pure pleasure plastered across your face as you were laid over his bed. And he was the one making you feel this way. Making those pretty faces and letting out all those pretty sounds were all because of him, and he wanted more.

His face pressed deeper between your legs, pinning your hips to the bed as he circled his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear just how loud he could make you. He could feel your hand grip his curls tighter, and though the feeling of your nails in his scalp hurt, knowing that he was the one making you feel this way felt so much better. As your moans and cries became longer and higher pitched he could tell that you were getting close.

Your thighs were wrapped tightly around the sides of his head, doing your best not to suffocate him as his face was buried into your pussy. He didn’t plan on stopping until he made you finish.

With one last long slow luck to your folds, he felt your body tense up and watched in the mirror as your back arched, your hands gripping his hair and holding tightly onto his own as you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. His hands let go of your own and moved to hold your thighs once more, slowly petting over the soft skin as you came down from your high.

Your chest was heaving, your face was red, and he could feel your body slowly start to relax as your thighs loosened their hold from around his neck. He made sure to never take his hands off of you, moving them slowly and softly over your thighs and tummy as you caught your breath, your hand moving back into his hair and combing gently through his curls as he licked you clean.

Your legs twitched each time you felt his tongue move through your folds to lap up your juices, still so sensitive to his touch. He gave one last gentle kiss to your clit before slowly sitting himself up, smiling down at you as he crawled over your body, kissing his way up your neck and back to your lips. You giggled as he pulled away, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

He smiled down at you, looking over your body once more before his eyes moved back up to yours, sighing in bliss as he saw how gorgeous you looked beneath him. Your soft body relaxed beneath him, your hands gently clinging onto him, your cheeks still had a gentle glow to them from your orgasm and all he wanted to see was that beautiful glow all over you.

He leaned down once more and softly kissed you before his lips trailed down to your neck, but you moved your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed him back,

“No, no baby, don’t you remember?” He moved his lips off of your neck and looked back down to you.

“Remember what angel?”

You giggled and pecked his lips, slowly pushing him off of you, “This is about you handsome, not me.” You groaned as your body adjusted to movement once more, crawling over and opening the drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom.

Gareth leaned back on his elbows and you shut the drawer, watching as you crawled back over to him, one hand on his chest to slowly push him to lay back,

“Now it’s your turn to lay back baby, let me make you feel good.”

Gareth blushed and did as you told him, laying himself back as you did before, his head back over the edge of the bed to give him a perfect view of himself in the mirror. He watched for a moment as you straddled his legs, positioning yourself just above his cock and teasing your entrance at his tip.

He let out a shaky breath, slowly tilting his head back but keeping his eyes open, watching you in the mirror as you toyed and teased him.

You slowly moved your hands up and down his chest and torso, soothing him as you did your best to tease him as slowly as you could, wanting him to be able to enjoy every single thing you were doing to him,

“Just watch baby, ok?” He stated at your body in the mirror, his lips parting and his eyes trying to keep themselves open as he watched you slowly slide down onto him in the mirror, his hands moving to carefully hold your thighs, “I want you to see how desperate i am for you…”

Gareth watched himself in the mirror as you told him and he wasn’t entirely sure if it should be you or himself that he was looking at.

He could clearly see how good you were making him feel. His hair brushed back, waving down with a few strands still stuck to his forehead from sweat. His cheeks were still red, from a combination of his exhaustion from going down on you and his own embarrassment. He knew he should be watching himself like you told him to but it was impossible for him to keep his eyes off of you in his lap.

You were straddling him and gently gliding your folds over his cock, teasing him as much as you could to help him feel more comfortable, especially from wanting to try something new. He watched your chest heaving and your breasts carefully moving with each breath as your hands were placed so gently on his stomach, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his tummy to help keep yourself grounded. You didn’t want to lose yourself this early.

You slowly moved your hands over his stomach and up to his chest, carefully laying yourself over him, making Gareth glance up at you from his position on the bed. He looked into your eyes as you smiled to him, brushing back the few strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead before giving him a gentle kiss,

“Are you ready?”

You asked him with eager eyes, but all Gareth could do was smile bashfully and nod to you.

You slowly tilted his head back over the bed as you crawled your way back down his body, straddling his hips once more and moving your hand between your legs, your fingertips grazing over his cock as you guided it to your entrance, still dripping wet with the mixture of your own slick and Gareth’s saliva.

You waited until you saw he was watching in the mirror once more and took a deep breath before slowly sliding yourself down onto his tip.

His hands gripped your thighs as he felt you carefully slide onto him, his eyes almost squinting shut from the pleasure, though he knew it would be so much more than this once he was fully sheathed inside you.

You let out a soft groan as you adjusted to his size, making sure to keep a steady pace as you slid down onto him, making sure not to make yourself too overwhelmed with the sensations around you. Gareth beneath you, his hands holding tightly onto you, his thick cock stretching you as you slid down onto him, his soft flesh between your fingers.

Everything was so intoxicating, and it had only just started.

Once you could feel Gareth’s full length inside of you, you had to stay sat on his lap for a moment, adjusting to his size and to make sure he was alright beneath you before you started moving. You took a deep breath and moved both hands to his stomach, slowly and gently moving your fingers up and down his torso to wherever they could possibly reach.

“I’m going to move…” You told him as you got yourself into a comfortable position above him, ensuring that you wouldn’t stop until you could feel him fill the condom as it laid so deeply in you, “are you ok?”

Gareth nodded once more and as soon as you saw the corners of his lips turn into a small smile you knew it was your queue to start moving.

You took one last deep breath and slowly started to move, setting a slow and gentle pace as you got comfortable above Gareth.

As he felt you start moving he couldn’t help but let out a long groan.

He loved the feeling of you being on top of him. Setting the pace, controlling him as much as you pleased, being able to look up at your pretty pink cheeks as he felt a wave of pleasure coat his thighs as your hands gripped onto him as you finished, but being able to watch himself was an entirely new experience.

He could not only see you, but he could see himself, and as he saw you slowly moving on top of him he couldn’t take his eyes away from the little bit of space between your legs. He was watching you fuck him and it felt nothing like anything he had ever experienced before.

Like he wasn’t supposed to. Like he was seeing it through another person’s eyes. And it was so naughty, he didn’t know why the idea hadn’t come to him sooner.

He watched as you rode him in the mirror, your head tilted back, eyes shut, face red, mouth open moaning out his name each chance you could. Every time you were on top of him it felt like it was the very first time.

Gareth could feel your legs start to tremble and as you slowed your pace he knew exactly what was coming. He knew that as much as you loved being on top of him, you couldn’t help but start to get exhausted from the amount of work you were putting in. But he never let that stop your fun.

He tilted his head up to look back at you in his lap and moved his hands from your thighs to your waist, and as you felt his fingers move up your body you opened your eyes to him once more.

“It’s alright… come here,” Gareth pulled you down on top of him, your hands holding onto the edge of the bed next to his head as his arms held you tightly, “it’s my turn to take care of you…”

Your arms moved to wrap around Gareths neck as he thrusted up into you, holding you so tightly and yet still being so gentle with you. He slowly found his rhythm, thrusting deep up into you as he listened to your moans, waiting until he heard that high pitched squeal he loved to let him know that he was hitting the right spot.

The moment he felt your hands gripping into his curls he knew he was ready to make you cum. Especially in his absolute favorite position.

You laying over him, arms wrapped around one another as he thrusted into you, hearing your moans ring out in his ear.

His arms wrapped around your back and kept you still as he quickened his pace, slamming into you from underneath. The overwhelming feeling of every one of your senses being overcome by Gareth was enough to make you cum.

You could hear all of his grunts and groans from each and every thrust.

You could taste the sweat on his neck each time your lips reached out to kiss him.

You you feel his strong arms wrapped around you as he kept you still while he was fucking himself into you.

You saw stars after every time he hit your sweet spot.

And the room all around you smelled of pure lust.

You never wanted this pleasure to end but you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to release. You did your best to try and say something, anything, just to get anything out other than moans but it felt near impossible,

“…Gare… I-“

“Are you gonna cum for me angel?” Gareth cut you off and slowed his pace, wanting to hear your voice tell him exactly what you needed,

“Tell me pretty girl, i need to hear you say it.”

You carefully tilted your head up away from his neck, your hands moving to hold his cheeks as you kissed him slow and deep, wanting him to be able to feel how much you still loved and adored him, even through all the pleasure.

“Please, Gareth, make me cum…”

Gareth leaned his head up and kissed you gently, moving his hands to get a good grip on your hips as he picked up his pace once more, pounding into you as fast as he could go.

Your arms wrapped around him once more, your head going back into the crook of his neck, littering it with light kisses just to keep yourself still grounded as he brought you close and closer to the edge.

Your legs held onto him tighter, your nails clawed into his shoulder, and you had to keep yourself from biting into his shoulder as he hit your sweet spot one last time before you came, your thighs getting sticky and wet after they were coated with your pleasure. Soon after, Gareth slowed his thrusts as his hands gripped your hips, his head tilting back as he moaned out in ecstasy as he filled the condom while still buried deep inside you.

He held you there for a moment, wanting to relish in the aftereffects of your lovemaking.

Your limbs loosening their grip on one another, the feeling of each other’s chests raising as you caught your breath, the careful kisses you gave one another to show that you were alright. It was his favorite part.

Gareth moved his hands from your hips to around your back, one moving into your hair and slowly moving his fingers along your scalp,

“God, i love you…” He got no response from you, usually meaning you needed some more time to recollect yourself from the overwhelming sensation of finishing with such force, “Do you want to lay with me for a minute?”

You nodded carefully and Gareth pressed another kiss to your temple,

“I’m going to pull out ok? And then i’m going to move us to lay back against the headboard, is that alright?” He stayed still until he felt you gently nod once more, making sure to be careful as he slowly pulled out from between your legs, hearing a groan from you as the emptiness between your thighs started to feel foreign from having him buried there for so long.

Gareth then carefully adjusted your bodies on the bed, being sure to move slow as he turned you to lay your heads against his pillows. As you lay there together, you found yourself moving back closer into him, your arm draping across his stomach and your head pressing to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so calming, so comforting. It was just what you needed after the last hour of passion you had just endured together.

He smiled down at you once more and pressed another sweet kiss to your forehead, looking down at your bodies as you lay in his bed, his eyes focusing on your arm draped over the soft flesh of his stomach,

“You really love my tummy don’t you?”

“Of course i do…” You slowly moved your hand up and down over his skin, “like i said, more of you for me to love…”

He laughed to himself as you snuggled further into him,

“You know… As much as i don’t want to like the way that i look, you always manage to make me feel so much better about it.” He tilted your chin up and placed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips, earning a smile from you as you finally caught your breath, “Thank you my angel.”

You smiled up at him once more and his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him and admiring the softness and warmth of your bodies pressed together.

“Five more minutes of snuggles, and then i’ll clean us up ok?” He asked you, and you nodded once more in response.

Gareth was always so wonderful when it came to aftercare. He was someone who was such a sweetheart to you outside the bedroom, still so nervous to ask if he could hold your hand and he still blushed when you leaned up to kiss him, and he was an absolute beast in the sheets. But he knew that if he wanted to see you writhing in pleasure for him, he would need to be the one to help you afterwards, and he never once complained about it.

He’d always get up slowly, give you a kiss and leave to his bathroom to clean himself up and grab a warm rag and a glass of water for you, sometimes even a snack if he was up for it. He’d walk back into his room and help you sit up, handing you the glass of water for you to sip as he moved the rag over your body, wiping away whatever was left behind of your lovemaking. He was always so gentle.

You barely noticed it when he slipped out from beneath you, and as your eyes gently peeked open you watched as he was leaning over you, placing his lips to your forehead,

“I’ll be right back, ok angel?”

You held his cheek and brought him close to you for one more kiss before he slowly made his way to the bathroom.

He stopped himself as soon as he looked at his body

in the mirror and took a step back to look at it once more. His eyes moved up and down his figure and he turned to the side to see his stomach, his hand carefully running across it with a smile on his face before he looked to you once more and left his bedroom.

You did exactly what you planned on doing to Gareth.

You made it so much easier for him to love himself.

You made him feel beautiful again.

[lou-struck]

Lost Composure

Levi x reader

Prompt: 🤬+troll

WC: 1.4k

~ You and Levi were supposed to be having a quiet night gaming, but that all changed when you decided to go online and play against some troublesome trolls

Aside from the occasional glugs from Henry’s fish tank, the only sounds that can be heard within Levi’s neon-lined walls are the frantic mashing of buttons as the two of you play through his most recent Akuzon purchase. The video game itself is a first-person combat-based game that is remarkably similar to a game you have played a few times in the human world. You have practiced a few rounds playing against leveled NPCs to get your feet wet. 

Just as you take down the last opponent, The screen flashes the word “Victory’ in bold green letters before taking the two of you to the statistics page. 

Out of the two of you, Levi had definitely been carrying the last three or four matches. At the same time, you had been distracted exploring each room on the virtual yacht, trying to shoot arrows into the decorative pineapples in the kitchen and only really attacking enemies when they interrupted your leisurely exploring.

“Woah, look at the streak.” Levi beams, catching his breath. “Can you believe those were the hardest bots MC?”

You nod semi-confidently, but in truth, you can believe it. Levi has years and years and years of experience, but you do not; if it weren’t for him protecting you as well as he did, you might’ve not made it through the round with the stats you have. “That’s crazy. Do you want to go again?” There are other maps we haven’t gotten to check out yet.”

“That would be good.” his topaz eyes shimmer at your suggestion. But he looks like there is something else he has in mind. “Hey, do you think maybe we could go online and play against some Normies? Uhhh, If you don’t want to, it’s fine; I was just thinking that since we are togeth~”

You interrupt his shy ramblings with a little giggle and place your hand on his, “I think that would be a great idea, Levi; with you on my team, I think we can take anyone on” The little spark from your skin on skin contact turns his fair skin beet red, combined with your sweet words, he looks so flustered it looks as if steam is about to come out of his ears.

“T-then, let’s log on.” he stutters, reaching for the little basket of gaming accessories and pulling out two headsets. He unravels the cords shakily and gives you the much nicer one as if it were second nature. 

“Spoiling me already,” you tease, taking the headset and placing it around your neck.

“It’s not that,” he murmurs, “it’s just that as a demon, I have better hearing than you do, so it’s only fair.” it’s a pathetic excuse, and you know it, but it’s the only thing he can think of to not make himself sound like a total normie in front of you. 

“It’s only fair?” you repeat, giving him a pretend look of hurt. 

It’s super effective!

“Ahhh, fine, it’s because this one looks way cuter on you.” he flushes, covering his face with his hands, “You make it so hard to concentrate sometimes.”

“We’ve got this, Levi.” you encourage as he enters your usernames into the online lobby.

Within seconds, the lobby fills with players, and the countdown to your match has started.

“Wow, I can’t believe this game is so popular.” you murmur, “Look at how many demons are online.”

“Isn’t it crazy?” he grins, “This game only launched a week ago; even I had trouble getting a copy of it before it sold out online.” The countdown on the screen turns a bright Crimson color as the last few numbers flash before your eyes.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

“Are you ready, Mc,” he asks. “I have no idea what kind of Demons we will be up against.”

You nod, chewing on your inner cheek in thought. “Should we start out on mute, then?”

A giddy smile takes over his features, and his eyes are about to stream sentimental tears down his face. “You know me so well; I never want to socialize with strangers.”

“Gotcha, so we are muted.” You giggle, slipping on your headphones. The thick padding covers your ears completely, but you are still able to hear Levi next to you. 

Dozens of voices fill your ears as the match starts up. 

The most notable voices seem to be coming from three demons on the opposite team. 

“Let’s gooooo~” one screeches into the mic, the obnoxiously shrill sound bouncing directly into your poor eardrums. 

It may be a Devildom cultural thing you have not witnessed yet, but the initial screech is answered by two nearly identical ones that, had you not turned down the volume of your headset, would’ve rattled your very brain.

“Tsk, these kinds of players are so obnoxious,” Levi grumbles, pulling his headset off his ears a bit. “They don’t have to yell every time they go live.”

As the match progresses, the screeching trio ends up hitting your team down player by player until only the three of them and you two remain. 

Your character is off searching for a weapon upgrade in an abandoned convenience store when suddenly your controller starts to vibrate uncontrollably, little red slashes of damage cut across your side of the screen. You’re taking too much damage. 

“Oh shoot, Levi, they got me.” you gasp as your little screen darkens. Your avatar crumples to the ground as your assailant walks over you and begins to jump on you quite obnoxiously. 

“M-Sheep7 is down,” one of the demons cheers into the chat. “That was too easy.”

“It’s not fun playing with Noobs.” the other sneers into the microphone. “We need some real competition if we want to rank up faster.”

‘Get better, ya ugly Sheep.” The third cackles immaturely, earning wheezing laughter from their friends. It’s definitely just like the games back home, 

Something hits you in your back as you listen to your competitors’ harmless albeit annoying taunts. Turning around, you see that Levi, in his annoyance, had shifted into his demon form. His jaw is clenched, and his tail flicks to and fro as he moves his controller at an inhuman speed. 

“I have been given strength to avenge My Henry,” he growls to you before turning on his mic. “You three Normies don’t know what’s coming.”

“The Hell are ya talkin about Leviachan?” one laughs over the mic. 

“Yea,” the other says through static, “It’s three against one.”

“What a loser; he probably is just playing by himself in his room like a pathetic shut-in.” 

Ouch, it’s one thing when Levi says those kinds of things about himself, but for these three to say it crosses a line. You wince and reach for your mic to tell them off, but Levi nudges you and shakes his head.

“Not now, MC,” he says, covering his mic and puffing out his chest boldly. “I may not be able to stand up for myself IRL, but this is my territory.”

Between the predatory movements of his player and the death grip Levi has on his controller, it is getting harder and harder to decide what to watch. 

Until you hear your online assailants gasp and cry when Levi finds them on the map. Eliminating the first two as if they were the NPCs, you played on easy mode.

“Leviachan! Stop it, Stop it, Stop it.” The ringleader yells childishly as they try to run away from their impending massacre. “My stats! I haven’t lost yet, and I need this dub for my stats.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before going after My Henry.” Levi Laughs semi-psychotically, going in for the finishing blow.

“Wha? Who’s Henry?” the player stammers as their Icon meets its end. 

Unable to just be a bystander any longer, you lean in close to Levi’s mic, “It’s me Bitch,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around the purple-haired demon’s neck as the trumpets of victory sound from the monitor,

You Have Won.

“Mc! Mc! Look, I got them all,” he beams as the mic’s on the other end shut off and the other player’s icons disappear from the lobby. “That was fun. Can we play again?”

You lean up and give him a well-deserved kiss on the cheek before settling back into your chair. “Absolutely,” you say as a competitive fire sparks to life in your heart, “Just wait; next round, I’ll be the one to carry.”

[polyamorouspunk]

Hey it’s the anon whose cacti were sick with bugs. Two cacti died: a fishhook cactus and one unidentified cactus that looked very similar to a ladyfingers cactus. When they died I was already dealing with a really nasty mental breakdown and I got some intense suicidal ideation. I remembered the answer you gave to that ask, and it somewhat eased my mind. Thank you

I’m so sorry about your cacti. Everything dies of something at some point. I think they had a good life. You cared for them as best as anyone could.

There are things in our lives that are out of our control. No matter how hard we fight to gain some semblance of control over these things, sometimes we can’t have them. And sometimes we blame ourselves and say we should have done better, we should have tried harder. But we can’t change the past. We can only learn from it. And even then, sometimes there’s not a lesson to be taken from it. It’s simply inevitable.

I think sometimes we’re doomed to cycles of negative thoughts and behaviors and it can be very hard to pull oneself out of that. I very, very much relate to the world just kicking you over and over again while you’re already down. It’s like as soon as you come up for air you tread water for a few days and suddenly something else pulls you back under and you’re fighting to survive all over again. And it’s like people can’t even see you drowning. You’re the one that has to go and tell people that you are. And that’s very hard.

Even as a psych student there are things I don’t really know much about and one of those is CPTSD but in my own life I’ve been thinking about that more recently, in regards to feeling that way. Like. Even if you are able to come up for air the repeated fight to be able to breathe underwater, to use a popular metaphor, is still doing damage to your lungs when it happens over and over again.

Crying over plants dying isn’t even a “small silly thing” it’s a completely logical thing but what I want to say is that like. Sometimes when you do cry over a small silly thing it’s because you’re crying over a lot more. And I think we’ve all been there. I think that’s a universal experience, and that’s why you heard that kind of thing a lot.

I don’t know a lot about different types of succulents and cacti. I took plant science in high school and worked at a flower nursery so it’s not that I don’t have experience with plants they just aren’t my forte and I truly have a black thumb. I have been sad to have killed plants I’ve really wanted or were gifts from people, and so personally I’ve just learned to stop buying plants.

I always told myself that when I get better, truly better, I was going to get myself another bird as a treat. Because birds require a lot of special care and you can’t care for them properly if you’re too depressed. Unfortunately this is what happened to me growing up, and thankfully my mom stepped up to care for him, but it was really unfair. I mean, I didn’t have any way of knowing I was going to become (more) chronically depressed and not be able to care for him on my own, but I do now. I’m not in a place to get another bird right now anyway on account of owning 4 cats now 😅 but also mentally I’m not in a place to be owning another bird right now. I’ve been saying this for years and for years I truly haven’t gotten “better” enough to reach this goal. I don’t know if I ever will but…

Right now I’m trying to remind myself that I have to stay alive for the kitten I rescued. Because it would be cruel for me to have saved her from the middle of the road where she would have been killed, to have slept with her for 4 nights straight while she adjusted to living in our house scared and traumatized during which she bonded very strongly to me, only for me to take myself away from her. It’s hard, and clearly that’s not always enough for me. There are very much still times I want to die. I delayed a bit in turning a corner yesterday when there was a semi truck coming towards me around the corner just for the thrill and the feeling of “what if I just crashed my car into a semi and killed myself?”. And it felt good.

I’ve been surviving just by making plans of “well I have this thing coming up so I have to go to it because I paid money for it”. I did end up running out of things for that so even though I really don’t have the money for it I bought tickets to DnP’s new show in November so now I can be like “well I can’t kill myself because I have tickets to go see DnP”.

You still have other plants to look after who need you. You can’t go just because some didn’t make it. Don’t let their death be in vain. You have other plants who need you.

[artist-emerald]

A Country Western Proposition (OC x Canon fic)

It was just another day in Trollstopia for Holly Darlin. Sun was shining, critters were making noise, and all her friends were out doing their thing. Yet she couldn’t help but feel uneasy and worried. She was feeling this way because when she woke up that morning, her boyfriend, Emerald Waters, wasn’t anywhere to be found. He had left a note stating, “Good morning, my star. Had to run some errands, but I will be back later.” Now, Holly knew he was a Troll of his word, but she couldn’t help but get un easy feeling.

It had been several months since they got back together, and while Emerald had gotten used to living in Trollstopia, making friends and music, there were still some hiccups every now and then. Sometimes he’d get lost trying to get someplace, or accidentally bump into an angry critter. Holly couldn’t help but worry. She went around asking if anyone had seem him recently, and something strange had been brought to light.

Poppy: “Now that you mention it Holly, a lot of the guys seem to be missing today. For starters, I haven’t seen Branch or Guy Diamond anywhere!”

Val: “Ditto. Haven’t seen or heard from Demo today.”

Laguna: “That’s a negative on any Synth sightings today as well.”

Minuet: “Same for Dante!”

R&B: “Even Lownote Jones is missing!”

Holly: “Well dang ya’ll! You don’t think something happened to them do you!?”

Poppy: “What, no way! They all left notes.”

Holly: “Oh.”

Val: “Maybe they’re having a guys’ hangout.”

Holly: “Emerald woulda’ told me. He tells me everything.”

Holly’s ear began to droop as she lightly kicked the dirt under her hooves. Poppy put a hand on Holly’s shoulder to reassure her.

Poppy: “Holly, would Emerald tell you really tell you everything? What if it was a fun surprise he was trying to hide?”

The other girls nodded and agreed with Poppy.

Holly: “Well, that is true. Buuuut, Emerald isn’t great at making surprises.”

Smidge: “Unless the other guys were helping him.”

Holly perked right back up.

Holly: “Y’know what girls? You’re right! I shouldn’t be getting’ all worked up over what Emerald’s doin’. Even if I am curious. Well, later ya’ll!”

Holly’s friends waved her goodbye as she ran off to do other things. When she finally left their line of sight, they all breathed a large sigh of relief.

Val: “Poppy! You almost gave it away!”

Poppy: “I know, I’m sorry! She just looked so down!”

Laguna: “We’re still on course for a mission success as long as Holly doesn’t find out about the surprise.”

Minuet: “What was the surprise again?”

Smidge: “Emerald never said. Only that, it was the most important thing he’s ever had to do in his entire life. Who knows what that could be!?”

Poppy’s sister, Viva, walked by ever so casually; clearly eavesdropping on the conversation.

Viva: “It sounds like he’s going to propose.”

Viva then ran off giggling, leaving the girl group awestruck and gasping at the realization.

Meanwhile, in Branch’s bunker, the guys were all pitching ideas to Emerald Waters about his marriage proposal to Holly.

Emerald: “I wanted to thank ya’ll again for helping me out with this. I’m burnt cookie awful at surprises, and I really want to wow Holly. You really are the absolute best friends a Parody Troll could ask for.”

Guy Daimond: “Of course! We are here for you and Holly! You two make such an exquisite couple!”

Dante: “Oh, it’s going to be absolutely splendid! But, I must ask, are you sure you aren’t rushing into your relationship with Holly?”

Lownote Jones: “No disrespect, baby, but you two have only been dating for a few months. Maybe over a year if you want to count the first time you two were together.”

The other guys stopped what they were doing and looked at each other, then back to Emerald.

Emerald: “Oh, well that’s just how Country Troll relationships tend to go. Being raised brought up knowing that every waking minute is precious, that life can change at the drop of a hat, and has the potential to end at any moment; we tend to get married when we can.

Synth: “Man, I forget about the bleaker side of the Country Western Trolls. Sorry if those questions seemed ignorant.”

Emerald: “That’s quite alright, ya’ll. Now, I’ve been going through all ya’ll’s ideas, and I just don’t feel as if they’ll be good enough.”

Demo: “Hey man, I’m sure whatever you do for her will be good enough. She is your girlfriend after all, isn’t she?”

Branch: “He’s right. And if none of the other ideas look good, why not try a good old fashioned song proposal?”

Emerald: “A song?”

Synth: “Yeah, that would be so dope yo! You managed to write a parody with techno, you’d be able to write her a proposal song with ba-na-na-na-na ease!”

Emerald: “I can’t write a proposal parody song! My music is full of satire and good natured humor, there aint’ nothing serious about it.”

The other Trolls exchanged glances around the room.

Lownote Jones: “What if it wasn’t a parody song? What if it was a country song? You know, dip back into your roots to show her how much she means to you.”

Dante: “Oh, excellent idea Lownote! Well, Emerald, what do you say?”

Emerald looked at all their faces, each with a reassuring smile. He reached up into his hat and pulled out an old country guitar.

Emerald: “Gentleman, I think we got ourselves a proposal.”

The group cheered as they got to work.

Hours passed and the sun was setting. Word had gotten around that the boys will be doing a surprise performance at the Pop Village stage. Holly Darlin was the first one there, and to her surprise, there was a cushioned very important Troll seat with her name on it, front and center. Poppy and Holly’s other friends arrived shortly after, all taking seats around Holly, brimming with excitement.

Holly: “Howdy girls! I never thought they’d be putting on a surprise show!”

Poppy: “I know right? These guys sure are something else, huh?”

The other girls gave quick glances at Poppy, as if to tell her not to ruin the surprise.

Holly: “Oh I’m just giddy thinking about it! Emerald was even sweet enough to make this little VIT seat for me! Ain’t he just a sugar cube wrapped in caramel?”

The lights on the stage lit up, and the curtains parted. Emerald Waters was standing center stage with his friends around him, all with different instruments. All the Trolls cheered in excitement, but Emerald could only hear Holly’s as he saw her in the front row.

Emerald: “Evenin’ ya’ll! Tonight is a very special night because I have a song here that I would like to dedicate to the sweetest, kindest, and most important Troll to me on this big ol’ world of ours. Holly Darlin, this one’s for you!”

[writer’s not, they’re playing “Amazed” by Lonestar]

As they began to play, the lyrics leaving Emerald’s mouth, Holly cupped her hands over her mouth. She had realized what was going on, and she started getting overwhelmed with emotion. Her legs began to fidget in place, her eyes welled up, she hung off his every word, and she never stopped staring at him. All the other Trolls were feeling the love that Emerald put into his words. Holly’s friends kept their eyes on her to make sure she doesn’t pass out from over excitement.

As the song ended, the crowd cheered, and Holly kept trying to fight back her tears of joy, to no avail. She kept wiping away each tear as it rolled down her face. She slowly approached the stage as Emerald approached the crowd. He knelt on one of his front legs, extending out his hand to pull Holly up on stage. After she was pulled up on stage, she grabbed Emerald by his overall straps and pulled him into a kiss and tight hug.

Emerald: “Holly Darlin, would you be so kind as to make me the happiest Troll in the world by marryin’ me?”

Holly: “Yes! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, whistles, and high fives. The couple held each other in a tight and loving embrace.

In a few weeks’ time, they would be married.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

You know, if I hear something in a comedy thing and I like it, I’ll often express that by saying I’m going to start saying that all the time. And I mean that I think it’s good enough so I want to start saying it all the time, but obviously this doesn’t often happen. There just aren’t that many opportunities to do that with most things, and then you end up forgetting about it.

I was thinking of it today, and I think it’s possible that of every moment on Taskmaster, all the bits that I love so much and might reference on this blog or when talking to friends on here, the one that has most affected my speech patters in real life is this tiny thing from season 1. It was in the “make a short film” task, of Tree Wizard fame, but this one was about Tim Key’s film. He entitled it “M.I.L.F.”, and when they questioned that choice in the studio, Tim explained that it’s because “MILF” is “FILM” backwards. There was a brief pause as everyone considered the fact that that’s almost true, sounds like it could be true, might be true, and then Alex just said: “...It isn’t.” Tim looked blankly back at him, and there was a perfectly timed awkward pause of the sort you can only get between two comedians who’ve been working on their back-and-forth blank stare-based comedy together for fifteen years.

I say that all the time now, have been doing it so much that I almost forget where it came from. Replying to things I disagree with with a blunt and intentionally awkwardly phrased: “I mean... it isn’t.”

It makes me think of what other tiny things I’ve taken from comedians while barely noticing. I definitely developed a lot of my basic speech patters from The Thick of It and In the Loop, I sometimes re-watch those things and will hear Jamie MacDonald say something, and have a brief moment of thinking “That’s weird, I say that all the time” before I remember that I started saying it because I watched the Spinners and Losers episode of The Thick of It in 2009 and decided it was 59 straight minutes of impeccably perfect dialogue.

I’ve been muttering “Mash, Fawlty Towers” under my breath after people say “Cheers”, for so long that until recently I forgot I stole this from an episode of Community:

I once read a rumour that John Oliver improved that line. I know most rumours about actor ad libs are untrue, so I haven’t looked that one up, because I don’t want to find out it’s untrue. I like believing it.

Also, whether he added that line or not, John Oliver has definitely influenced my speech patters. That’s another thing I noticed in 2021, when I caught up a year’s worth of Last Week Tonight (2020-2021 is the only time since that show started that I didn’t follow it as it came out, because in March 2020 I was so anxious about the world ending due to COVID that I listened to the actual CBC news every day but couldn’t handle hearing about it any more than that, I dropped LWT from my regular viewing and a year or so later I went back and caught up on it), and it was honestly a bit weird to realize how much John Oliver talked like me. I’d never noticed it before, during years of watching one episode at a time, and while hearing from him so much that I was used to it. But after going a whole year without hearing his voice, so his speech patters stopped being so familiar and expected, listening to a lot of him at once made it distractingly clear how much he talked like me. It also took me a few minutes of thinking this to rearrange it in my head and remind myself: “Wait, he doesn’t talk like me. I talk like him. Apparently if you listen to the same guy several times a week on The Daily Show for years as a teenager, and then do Last Week Tonight for many more years as an adult, it gets into your brain.” And this was all before I’d even heard The Bugle.

Alex Horne has gotten into my head in other ways too - I’ve occasionally picked up some of the No More Jockeys patterns. A few months ago I told my “I don’t mind that”, and when he thought I was expressing a lukewarm-to-negative view, I had to clarify that I meant I liked it. 

Of course, these are just general speech pattern things, not, you know, actual plagiarism. What got me thinking about it, though, was that a couple of weeks ago I straight-up stole a joke from Daniel Kitson. The whole thing, almost word for word, completely consciously. Because I was at the Canadian national championships for a sport that does not have much crossover with big fans of willfully niche British comedians. I was chatting with a friend from another team about a guy I used to train with who’s been dropping by their team lately, and I could not think of a better way to explain my affection for him than with something I’ve heard Kitson say about Alun Cochrane: “He’s a wonderful man, he’s one of my closest friends. One of those is true. Let’s see if you can solve the riddle if I give you an extra clue: I am friends with a lot of cunts.”

So, thanks, Kitson. Sorry for stealing your material, maybe if you were less willfully niche and made some DVDs, there’d be a greater chance of people I interact with being already familiar with it, so I wouldn’t be able to get away with that.

[zurajanaizurakoda]

Political Lessons are Only Important if you can Hold Your Listener's Attention.

By the time I get the invite for another AO3 account, I think the whole Ginzura thing is going to pass over. This was originally a later part in a more angsty story, but it started getting in entirely the wrong tone and it really needs to separate. Katsura is playing the straight man (Not literally straight, haha) for most of the fic, so it may seem a little a little out of character. This takes place after The Very Final, and has a lot of feelings I have about the couple. Particularly Gin starting the Zura thing as a crush. Feedback and likes would be most appreciated, since I'm not putting these anywhere else right now.

Political Lessons are Only Important if you can Hold Your Listener's Attention.

Explicit. Mild angst, mostly sex, multiple orgasms, failed attempts to get Gintoki to understand anything about politics. Attempted humor. Very bottom Katsura, mentioned use of toys.

It had been many years since they had been reunited, and a few years since they’d had time as just Zura and Gin-san.  So much had changed once again that it was hard to know where to pick up, but when a little bird told him that the recently deceased Prime Minister Had gotten an apartment in Kabukicho, he figured it was time for a long overdue meeting.  As usual, he came in through the window.

“You’re later than expected, Gintoki.  I was beginning to think I’d have to come and make a formal request for services.”  Katsura remarked without looking up.  He was unpacking boxes calmly and precisely, as was his nature.  He set down his current box and gave Gintoki his attention.  

“It’s not like you broadcasted you were available.  I came when I heard.  You’ve been a busy man, Mr. Prime Minister, it’s hard to get a hold of you.  You probably had butlers for your butlers.  You probably had a separate secretary to handle your prostate.  Do the widows go for men in suits?”

Katsura was silent for a minute.  “When you have servants, it’s harder to hide your toys.  I missed living alone.”

“Toys, eh?”  Gintoki asked.  “Wait, toys?  Like Gin-san?  You’ve still got old Gin-san?”

“Why would I get rid of Gin-san?  Gin-san is my favorite.”  Katsura replied with no hint of embarrassment.  The Gin-san in question was a blue vibrator that Gintoki had personally chosen, the one he had declared closest to his own dick.  “What about you? Find any good whorehouses out in the sticks?”

Gintoki rubbed the back of his head.  “You know I didn’t.  I’m sure your Gin-san’s been having a better time than this Gin-san has.  I’d like to see what your Gin-san’s been seeing.”

Katsura sighed, leaning back against the counter.  “You could see what Gin-san sees any time you want.  You just haven’t been showing up.  I was beginning to think you’d reneged on our gentleman’s agreement.”

“No, it’s nothing like that, I just…”  he swallowed.  “This Gin-san didn’t know what to say.  It’s been a while, Zura.  How are you doing?  Now that the world’s… not ending.”

“I’m doing well.”  Katsura replied simply.

“But, are you really?”

“What reason do you have to believe otherwise?”

“Well, for start, you were assassinated.”  He leaned in.  “Seriously, don’t ever pull shit like that again.  When I saw the news… Shit, Zura, you know, of all the people in the world who could seriously take you out, that bastard Takasugi…”

“It’s not nice to speak ill of the dead.”

Gintoki reached over and grabbed his chin.  “I’ll speak how I want.  Did he hurt you?  Did he really pull a blade on you?”

“He asked about you.”  Katsura replied, pulling away from the loose grip.  “It seems he knew something was amiss between us.  I think he was trying to wish us happiness.  Our relationship was complicated, Gintoki.  You weren’t the only one who knew him all his life.”

“And then, in the elevator, when you fell…”  he continued.  “I know your skull’s too thick to die from a fall like that, but seeing you…”

“It seems all you do is worry about me, Gintoki.”

Gintoki watched him.  “I was going to bury Takasugi’s pipe out at school.  I think he would have wanted that.”

“That sounds nice.”

“I assume you’ll be buried at your family plot.”

“And where will you be buried, Gintoki?”

“I haven’t decided.  Flush me down the toilet.”  he grumbled.  “But listen, are you okay?”

“You keep asking that.”

“Because I worry.  We haven’t checked in on each other in a while.  A lot of shit went down.”

“If I recall, we were at the epicenter of making shit go down.”  Katsura replied.  “Did you have a real reason to visit, or did you just want to question my coping skills?”

“You cope like a master, Zura.  You cope in ways I don’t understand.”  he leaned in and took Katsura by the chin again.  “But there was definitely a lot of shit.  I know I haven’t processed it all.  I doubt you have.”

Katsura pulled back.  “I fulfilled my duties as a disciple of Shouyou.  I took down the bakufu.  I wrote a fucking constitution while you were gone, Gintoki.  Stop treating me like I’m still that useless kid lying on the ground waiting for you to rescue me.”

“Shit, Zura-”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura!”

“You only do that when you’re upset.”

“I’m upset because you won’t let up on my fucking ass!”

Gintoki slammed a hand on the counter.  “First off, don’t say ‘fucking’ and ‘ass’ in the same sentence.  You know how long it’s been.  And second, damn it,”  he faltered.  “It’s just, with everything, you…”

Katsura crossed his arms.  “Fucking ass.  Fuck me in the ass.”

“Stop that.”

“There’s a secret meaning there if you look hard.”  Katsura replied archly.  “I’m implying you should fuck me in the ass.”

“What the fuck, Zura.”

“I think even you can get this one if you try, Gintoki.  Think hard about your dick and what you like to do with it.”

“Fine!  Fine!  You win, Zura.  I’m fucking worried about you.  I’m worried about myself.  The whole fucking world collapsed twice in two years and I don’t know what to do.  You fucking built a country while I was gone.  I killed Takasugi.  I watched Sensei die.  You blew up the terminal-”

“Takasugi blew up the terminal.  I just helped.”

“-Whatever.  It just all happened, Zura.  Everything happened.  All the things ever.  I don’t know how I can go back.”

“Is that the problem?”  Katsura asked quietly.  “Did things change between us?”  he hung back against the countertop, eyes mostly obscured by his long hair.

“No!  No, no, no!”   Gintoki waved his hands around frantically.  “I mean, unless you wanted them to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  Katsura asked quietly. “Well, you know, with your growing up and saving the world, and my still being a worthless Odd Jobber, and the fact that I almost got you roped into the destruction of the planet, I thought maybe old Gin-san was more of a bad memory than anything else.”

Katsura pulled his bangs back and squinted at Gintoki with suspicion.  “How’s that again?”

“I mean, what even is a Prime Minister?  Were you like the Shogun?  Could you order people’s heads off?”

“What?”  Katsura balked.

“I mean, could you just walk back in there, say the whole assassination thing was a bust, you wanted your job back, and go order Hijikata’s head off?”

“I feel like we’re having two very different conversations here.  Are you breaking up with me, or are you asking me the basics of the government you live under?”

“See?!  You said breaking up!  I never said jack shit about breaking up!”  Gin yelled.  “And how the fuck should I know how the government works?!  You know how it was back in the war.  Give me a sword, point me at shit that needs killing!  What else did I need?  You were the one that kept up in politics.”

“I had the power to order Okita to kill himself, but not to make it happen.  I had the power to write a constitution.  Do you know what that is, Gintoki?”

“Is it like a bushido for the country or something?”  Gintoki scratched his head.  “And anyway, breaking up!  I never said it, you did.  Are you breaking up with me?”

“I’ve spent the last several minutes trying to solicit you for sex.”  Katsura reminded him.  “Remember?  The ass? The fucking?  Can you remember that far back?”

“Don’t talk like that!  It’s been like two fucking years!  Jerking it out in the sticks with the bugs.  Do you have any idea how blue these balls have been?”

Katsura leaned in close, taking his face in both hands.  “Then maybe… and try to stay with me this time, Gintoki, maybe we should have sex.”

“We should!  We totally should!” Gintoki grabbed him by the wrist, then stopped like he’d been hit with something.  “Wait, wait!”

“What is it?”  Katsura asked, his voice tired.

“We need to talk first! About the world, and about you, and me, and whether or not we broke up when I went looking for Sensei.”

“Perhaps we should have spoken about this when it happened.”  Katsura answered with his usual serenity.

“We did! Except, we never got anywhere.  We had sex a few times, and then I left.”

“I remember that, Gintoki.  I got champagne for the occasion.  Don’t think I didn’t know you were leaving.”

“I was… I wasn’t a good boyfriend.”

“Were you my boyfriend, Gintoki?  That’s news to me.”  Katsura sighed.  “And I suppose I knew saving the world was important too.”

“I named your dildo!  That’s not something you do with just anyone!”  Gintoki protested.  “But, I left.  I had no idea if I was ever coming back.  And…”  he stopped like he was gathering courage.  “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I didn’t wait for you, Gintoki.  I overthrew the government.”

“But you stayed with Gin-san?”

“I have a few others, but yes.”  Katsura replied, averting his eyes.  “If you’re asking if I was faithful to you, then yes I was.  We didn’t make a formal agreement, but I’ve found that my attraction runs to very specific tastes these days.”

“I was faithful, too.”  Gin said.  “I didn’t even think about the weather girl.”  

“I’m flattered.”

“But I guess, what I’m asking, Zura, is…”  Gintoki looked seriously distraught, like he was about to ask the most important question of his lifetime.  “Can we… Keep doing that?”

Katsura stared him down.  “So this, all of this, all the flustered yelling and the angst, all the going around in circles, was because you wanted to ask if I could continue to be your boyfriend which I didn’t even know I already was?”

“I think so.”  Gintoki looked like he wasn’t clear himself.  His hands were clenching to the point of white knuckles.

“Then, yes, Gintoki. I’d very much like to be your boyfriend.”  Katsura replied.  “It’s honestly what I was hoping for from this conversation.”

“Then we can forget saving the world or destroying it, and you can just be my Zura?  I’ll be your Gin-san?  The one without batteries?”

“I would like that very much.”

Gintoki stepped forward and took him in his arms.  Katsura melted into the embrace, letting his head fall into the curve of Gintoki’s shoulder.

“Just like this?”  Gin said redundantly to the room.

“Like this.”  Katsura agreed quietly.

“It feels wrong somehow.”

“Normal people call this a normal relationship.”

“Hell, Zura, what do I know about normal relationships?  What do you know about normal relationships?  Have you ever been on a date, Zura?”

“Not particularly.”

“Me neither.  Not a real one.  Can I date you, Zura?  Like a real date, at a restaurant?  Are you still wanted by the Shinsengumi?”

“I’m not really sure.”  Katsura replied idly.  “I’ll text the princess about it.”

“You can text the princess? Zura, Kagura texts the princess.  What are you doing with her number?”

“A politician needs their connections, Gintoki.  I could have texted you, if you weren’t too stupid for a phone.”

There was a low growl in Gintoki’s throat.  “Sexy photos?  Racy ones?  With panties and shit?”

“Not on your life.  A politician’s phone is their lifeline.”

“But you’re not a politician anymore, you’re a boyfriend.”

“We can discuss it later.”

“I’d like that.”  Gin replied, settling into the embrace.  “Hey, Zura?”  he finally asked.

“Yes, Gintoki?”

“Can we do the sex stuff?  Like tonight?  Now, maybe?”

“I wish I’d thought to say that.”  Katsura deadpanned.  “No, not now.”

“Eh?! But you said-”

“We can’t do it now because I haven’t unpacked the lube yet.”  Katsura pulled out of his embrace, hair trailing after him as he shifted things around.  He opened a box and hummed with satisfaction.  “Here we go,” he said, pulling out a few things with a flair of his wrist.  “Lube.  Condoms.” His hand fished back into the box.  “Gin-san, if you’d like to get reacquainted.  He’s currently out of batteries.  He’s had a tough time.”  Making direct eye contact with Gintoki, he kissed the head lovingly, then returned it to the box.  “Later, perhaps.  Here, Gintoki,” he placed the bottle of lube and pack of condoms ceremoniously in Gintoki’s hands.  “Now we are ready to do the sex stuff.”

Gin whimpered.  He looked like a dog with a treat on his nose, waiting for the right command.  Wordlessly, he began to shuffle forward, running gracelessly into Katsura and pushing him back with his body.  “What is this?  What’s happening here?”  Katsura asked, flustered.  “Did you forget how to have sex?  Was it really that rough out there?”  His back hit the counter behind him.  “Gintoki-!”

Suddenly Gintoki’s arms wrapped around him, lifting him onto the counter.  Katsura squeaked.  “Gintoki-!”

Gintoki’s lips came down hard on his.  Rough and needy, pressing Katsura’s head back into the wall behind the counter.  Hips rocked against his, and Gintoki was already hard, had probably hard for the entire conversation.  Good.  Katsura wasn’t that far behind.  He moaned into the kiss, pushing back more from urgency than from some fighting instinct, and wrapped his arms around Gintoki’s strong shoulders.  “Is this how they do it out in the sticks?”  he asked, voice low and sultry.  “Fuck men up against the nearest surface, no questions asked?”  They kissed again.

“Yeah, anywhere and everywhere.  No reason.  We’re like animals, out there in the sticks.  We know how our men like it out there, you know.”  He tipped Katsura’s head back into another kiss.

“And how do your men like it out there, Gintoki?”  Katsura prompted, tilting his hips so Gintoki could rut properly against his ass.

“You know… Up the ass… and stuff.”  Either his ability to think clearly or his ability for dirty talk was quickly running out, and Katsura didn’t care to figure out which.  He was silent, kissing back, rocking with Gintoki’s movements, just letting the other man thrust against him like a horny teenager.  They were a far cry from teenagers, but maybe, like Gintoki had said, they were just broken idiots with no idea how proper relationships worked.  It wasn’t like he’d been drawn to the perm-haired bastard for his slick seduction techniques.  It was this, that warmth, that understanding shared between them.  Gintoki’s hands gripping him like he was afraid he’d disappear. Gintoki was probably as afraid as he had been that these nights were over, he thought, and felt his heart contract painfully.

Gintoki pulled back.  “Hey, Prime Minister.  They got beds in your palace, or wherever you live?”

“Huge bed.  Could sleep ten men, probably.  I would have liked to have shown you.”  Katsura muttered.  “There’s a twin bed down the hall.  On the left.”  There wasn’t much to the apartment, it’s not like Gintoki could miss it.  Gintoki lifted him up, and despite himself, Katsura felt a little giddy, wrapping his legs more firmly around Gintoki’s hips.  They were both strong men, could easily support each other and more if necessary, but still, being treated like this sometimes was nice.

“Okay, shit.”  Gintoki stumbled, righting himself against the counter.  “Right.  Which way was Right?”

“Left, Gintoki.”

“Shut up.  Didn’t I say old Gin-san’s got this covered?  Left, then, here we go.”  He stumbled again, adjusted Katsura higher on his hips.  “Lube.  That’s important.  There we go.”  he grabbed it off the counter and turned.  “Left.  Left, right?”

“Left.”  This was getting ridiculous, was threatening to kill the mood, but Gintoki surged forward, knocking over a chair and a few carefully sorted boxes as he crashed towards the alleged bed.  Katsura gritted his teeth and felt deep feelings for the rampaging idiot.

“Left.”  Gintoki finally repeated, dropping him on the bed unceremoniously.  “There’s your bed, your majesty.  Your honor.  What do you call a prime minister?”

“Your Zura.”  Katsura purred, drawing his legs together and looking up at Gintoki with impossibly soft eyes.

“My Zura.”  Gintoki affirmed.  “That’s good.  I like my Zura.  Even in Western beds, I like my Zura.”  He began to mount the bed.

“It’s a bed, Gintoki.”  Katsura soothed, lowering himself to allow Gintoki to climb back onto him.  “I’m sure you can figure this out.”

“Shut up.  Didn’t I tell you your Gin-san’s got this?  It’s a bed.  I’ll show it who’s the fucking boss.”  Arms wrapped around him.  “Shit, yeah.  That’s the good stuff.  Why are you still wearing clothes?”

“Because no one took them off.”

“Shut up.  You think I don’t know that?”  Suddenly, Gintoki kneeled up on the bed, undid his belt and his sash, threw off his kimono, and then quickly pulled his shirt over his head.  “There you go, you do the same.”

Katsura smiled and demurely shouldered himself out of his kimono, letting it pool behind him.  He was an easy fix.  “Better?”

“Fuck, yeah.”  Gintoki breathed, forgetting himself and just leering.  “That’s my Zura.  That’s what Gin-san likes.”  he trailed fingers along a fresh scar from the assault on the terminal.  “You got roughed up.”  he observed.  “Anything internal?  No broken ribs?  Anything Gin-san’s got to look out for?”

“Clean bill of health, Gintoki.”  Katsura assured him.  “And you?”

“Gin-san’s good to go, don’t worry about Gin-san.”  His fingers lingered on the mark, a thought coming to mind.  “Any of these from Takasugi?”

“Let that go.  It was a sham.  I’m fine.”

“Good, that’s good.  If that bastard had really come for you, I would have fucking killed him.  Forget the fucking terminal.  Forget fucking Senei.  Nothing’s worth that.”  his hand trailed down and grabbed Katsura’s hip.  “Shit.  I..” his eyes softened for a moment, like he was on the verge of more, but he stopped.  “Nothing’s worth that.”  he finally repeated, lowering himself down to kiss his partner.

Katsura could have pointed out that Gintoki had in fact killed Takasugi, but this wasn’t really the time.  Something in the almost-confession made his heart weak.  He accepted the kiss, whimpering softly.  Gintoki was fumbling with his pants, pulling them aside, getting the boxers out of the way, all while continuing the steady kisses.  Gintoki leaned in close, grinding his hips, and Katsura could feel the hard member separated just by the thin barrier of his own boxers.  He shuddered.  “I think I need this face down in the pillows.”  he announced quickly.

“What? No!” Gintoki protested.  “I want to see my Zura!  Do you know how long it’s been?  Zura makes the best faces when he’s getting fucked.”

“Face down in the pillows, Gintoki.”  Katsura repeated firmly.  “I have neighbors.”

Gintoki looked conflicted.  He loved the look of Zura getting fucked, but he also loved the sound of it, and Katsura’s almost-admission that he was going to get loud was going straight to his dick.  “I just have to keep your mouth occupied, then?  Even old Gin-san can handle that, I think.”

Katsura hesitated.  “Gintoki…”

“Please.”  Gintoki pressed.  “Back in the woods, I wasn’t risking ticks on my dick for a back.”

“It’s still my back.”

“Please,” more earnestly.  “Let me have this.”

Katsura finally relented.  “Fine then, Gin-san gets his way, as usual.”  he spread his legs in submission, lifting his hips slightly.

“Fuck yeah, shit yeah.” Gintoki closed his legs again and slid his boxers off.  Katsura’s legs fell back open against the bed, and Gintoki shuddered.  “Holy shit, I’ve missed this.”

“Good to know.”

“I’ve missed you.  Missed my Zura.” he continued, leaving a trail of kisses down his lover’s exposed neck as he fumbled below them.  “Missed….” he groaned.  “Condoms are hard, you know?”

Katsura’s eyes fluttered open in frustration.  “Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got this, Gin-san’s got this.”  More fumbling, and he actually had to get back up on his knees for a second, but then he flopped back down.  “There.  Gin-san without batteries is ready.  Let’s get you ready.”

Two fingers entered him, and Katsura threw his head back, moaning louder than necessary.  “Too much?”  Gin asked.  “I really want to get to this, Zura.  Shit, it was too much, wasn’t it?” the fingers left.

Katsura pulled him tight, kissing his stupid face.  “Not too much,” he hissed, “Just warn a person next time, will you?”

“Can do.  Fingers up your ass coming right up, Zura.  Try to relax.”  the fingers pushed back in again, and Katsura hid his face in his own shoulder.

“Shit yeah, that’s the good stuff,” Gintoki breathed, fucking him a little rougher than necessary, watching his face intently.  “This is what Gin-san in the woods wanted.”  There was a pause for more lube, and then three fingers were in him, filling him up.  This time there was a full cry.

“My mouth, you idiot, you were supposed to be taking care of that, weren’t you?!”  he hissed.  Gin looked back like he was in a daze.

“Oh, right, mouth.  On it, Zura.”  Lips closed on his, and the fingers bent, looking for something inside Katsura knew from experience he’d never find on his own.

“That’s enough.” he hissed.

“You sure?  I don’t want to-”

“Fucking get up here, Gintoki.”  Katsura snarled.  Gintoki followed obediently.

“Mmmm…”  Gintoki grinned, taking one last look at his partner.  “You look perfect, Zura.”  

“Fucking ask me if I care how I fucking look right now.”  Katsura was biting against the noises he wanted to make.  “Get in me, you fucking idiot.” 

And then Gintoki was inside him, and this time it was a full scream but he didn’t have it in him to be mad.

“Good scream, right?  We like good screams.”  Gintoki muttered into his neck, holding still.

“Good scream.  Keep going.”

“Good scream,” Gintoki repeated, relieved, snapping his hips.  “Good screams are good.”

“My… my mouth.” Katsura gasped between thrusts.  “What good are you if you can’t do what you’re told?”  Katsura didn’t expect an answer, they both knew exactly what Gintoki was good for.  Lips closed on his again, tongue searching his mouth, and he let loose with the noises he’d been keeping inside, knowing the mouth did little to muffle them. He broke the kiss, arching, whining, keening.  “Gintoki!”

“Zura…”  Gintoki purred.  

“Gintoki!”  His hands clamped onto Gintoki’s shoulders, nails leaving marks.  Gintoki’s dick found what his fingers never could, and Katsura’s vision blacked out for a second.  Gintoki’s pace was hard and steady as a machine, pushing Katsura up the bed and then dragging him back down with each thrust.  The bed was hitting the wall, was creaking in protest.  Katsura screamed again, turned his head and bit the pillow.  He’d almost forgotten what it was like to be with a real person, one that could manhandle him a little when he wanted it, and the fact that the person manhandling him was his precious idiot perm head made it perfect.  The pillowcase tore in his teeth.  Gintoki did his job like a fucking champ, Katsura knew he couldn’t last long at this rate.

“Should.  Touch you?”  Gintoki mumbled with the lips that should have been muffling him.

Katsura keened.  “You… know what I like.”  It didn’t take much, not for him, and when Gintoki wrapped his hand around the other man’s dick it was relatively light, gentle strokes that didn’t match the punishing thrusts.

“Zura…”  Gintoki whined.  “Shit, Zura…”

“Gin… Gintoki.”  It was perfect, he wished the amanto had invented some device for preserving memories so he could pull this one out when he was lonely and his space duck and his servants weren’t around.  “God, Gintoki.  I’m, I- I’m-!”

That was the only warning before he convulsed, whole body going rigid, back arching violently.  Gintoki had to hold on to not get bucked, but Gintoki took that in stride too.  He knew how it went.  Katsura screamed as he released onto his own chest, Gintoki’s chest, the bed.  He felt like it had been years since he’d had a proper orgasm.  Maybe it had.  Definitely it had.

Gintoki was still thrusting, he knew how this worked, knew Katsura would ask him to stop if he needed to, but it didn’t take long.  Gintoki really did love his partner’s orgasm faces.  Gintoki shuddered, stuttered his hips, and made a few soft curses, a far cry from Katsura’s showy climax, but no less intense.  He collapsed onto the other man.

“An’ that’s… how we do it… out in the sticks.”  he mumbled, sounding proud of himself.  Katsura hoped he wouldn’t pull out quickly, and thankfully he didn’t, just letting them rest like that as they both caught their breath and rode off the little aftershocks.  Gintoki stroked Katsura’s hair, lovingly trying to comb it back into place with his fingers.  “Your highness.  Emperor.  Shogun-sama.”

Katsura sighed.  “Prime minister.”  he reminded lovingly.  “Former prime minister.”

“Your majesty.” Gintoki chuckled with false reverence, and maybe just a touch of the real thing.  “My Zura.”

“Your Zura.”  Katsura agreed.  He ran his hand loosely through Gintoki’s hair.

“Hey, Zura?”

“Yes, Gintoki?”

He looked up.  “Was I a good boyfriend?”

‘I don’t think it’s the sort of thing you decide on the basis of twenty minutes, but yes.  You’ve been a very good boyfriend tonight.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”  Gintoki said amiably.  “Hey, Zura?”

“Yes, Gintoki?”

“Back during the war, with the blood and the dirt and the shitty spit lube, back when we were stupid teenagers fighting a stupid ass war?”  He was silent for several seconds, as if deciding something.  “I think I loved you back then.  I probably should have told you that, back then.”

Katsura felt his heart tremble dangerously.  “I see.”  he said quietly.  “And now?”

“I think I still do.”  Gintoki admitted.

Katsura was silent.  “I…” he finally tried.  “I…”

“Don’t force yourself, Zura.  I haven’t been a good boyfriend for very long.  I don’t need any of the bells and whistles.  I just wanted to let you know.  Before the world ends again.”  He smoothed Katsura’s hair again.  “You were always a good kid, brighter than the rest of us lazy saps.  Cute as a button, too.  I always thought… I always thought you deserved better than the shit life threw at you.”  He sighed.  “I always wanted to tell you that.”

Katsura closed his eyes and searched for words to respond to the open sharing.  There was nothing, nothing he could force into words.  Well, there was one thing…

“Takasugi thought you were a bottom.”

“What?”

“He thought you liked it in the ass, and he thought I liked to give it to you in the ass.”

“When did this come up?  When he was assassinating you?  You had me worried out of my mind and you were discussing Gin-san’s ass?”

“Yes.”  Katsura replied, his voice affectionate.  “He thought you needed some, said it was making you whiny.”

Gintoki huffed, looking away.  “I could be, you know.”  he said as if it was a point of personal pride.  “You never asked.”

Katsura sighed.  “Maybe some time.”  He allowed.  “For now, I’m thinking round two should be face down in the pillow.”

Gintoki tensed.  “Are we talking about round two already?”

“Are you up for it?”

“Yeah!  Yeah, yeah, yeah.”  he shifted, finally pulling out.  They both groaned.  “I can go in ten… give me five minutes.

Katsura chuckled.  “I’d suck your dick if it hadn’t been in my ass.”

Gintoki froze.  “There was a condom in the way.”  he ventured.  “Not technically touching your ass.”

“Not good enough.”

“You can’t just say things like that!”  Gintoki protested.  “Do you know how long it’s been since I got head?  Do you know how long it’s been since you offered?”

“Years, I’d wager.”  Katsura said blandly.  “It’s all been years.”

“But I can get a blow job, right?  You’ll take a rain check on that?  Maybe get nice and sultry between my legs, maybe wear some panties?”

“What’s with you and panties?”

“What’s with you and girl’s clothes?”

“They’re disguises.”  Katsura pointed out.  “Prime ministers don’t need those sorts of disguises.  I don’t have any panties right now.”

“But we can get you some!  Nice, lacy things, with the ribbons in the back?”  Forget five minutes, Gin was getting hard again.  “You know what I miss, of all things?  The monk costume.  You still got that?”

“I can check.”  Katsura replied.  “I liked the space captain.”

“I know you liked the space captain, you always liked the space captain.”  Gintoki huffed.  “The flight attendant?”

“No flight attendant.  That one you tore, remember?”

“Shit, I did.”  Gintoki pondered for a moment.  “We could have saved that one.  I liked that one.  What about the prime minister getup?  I’m sure you’ve still got that.”

“Do you want the mustache too?”

“Nah.”  Gintoki’s hand wandered up Katsura’s thigh.  “Maybe for round two you can ride me?  That’s a fucking sight.”

“Face down in the pillow, Gintoki.”

Gintoki swore blandly.  “The neighbors have already heard what they’re going to hear.”  he protested.  Katsura was silent.  “Fine, then.  Can I at least pull your hair?  You know I won’t do it too rough.”

Katsura made eye contact with him.  “Please do.”

Gintoki’s fingers clamped roughly on his hip, gathering the loose hair off the bed and winding it around his fist until he got a moan.  “Maybe for round three you can ride me.”

—

It was the end of round two, and Gintoki knew from experience that Katsura was done.  He was loose and sloppy and sweat soaked, nuzzling into the pillow as he hummed in satisfaction.  Gintoki had pulled the condom off at the end and made a mess all over the other man’s back, and Katsura hadn’t minded.  The sight of him covered in semen, both of theirs, was enough to turn Gintoki’s stomach, but there was no round three happening tonight.  That was fine.  They weren’t kids anymore.  He traced lazy patterns on Katsura’s back, trying to make a heart of the fluids.

“Don’t you have to get home, Gintoki?”  Katsura mumbled, exhausted.  “Won’t your kids be worried about you?”

“Let them think Gin-san’s been out drinking,” he said dismissively.  “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“About your drinking?”  Katsura asked.  “It’s stupid.  You should give it up.  What do you even forget?”  he turned to look at Gintoki.  “If you ever throw up in my hair again, you’ll never get head so long as you live.”

“No, not that. You see, Kagura’s kicked me out of the bedroom, says it’s hers now.”

“Leader is growing into a young woman.”  Katsura admonished sleepilly.  “You should have given her a room a long time ago.”

“There’s only the one room, you know.”

“So sleep in the closet.”

“You think I can fit there?!��� Gintoki snapped.  “Look, I still want the place for the Yoruzuya, but I was thinking, maybe it’s time to get my own place.  An apartment near the joint.”  He paused.  “I was thinking, maybe if we were real boyfriends, we could get one together.”

It was quite an admission, but Katsura took it in stride.  “As a couple?   What would your kids think about that?”

“They’re old enough to understand.  They could use a mother anyway.”

“I’m not a mother.”

Gintoki nudged him with his leg.  “Come on, you know you love them.”

“They’re good kids.”  Katsura admitted.  “What about Elizabeth?”

“Elizabeth isn’t living with us.”  Gintoki countered.  “Elizabeth doesn’t live with you, does she?  There’s only one bed.”

“Elizabeth prefers futons.  She’ll sleep in the living area.”

“She was never there when we were getting busy.”

“Elizabeth is familiar with the proverbial sock on the bedroom door.  She gave us our space.  She’s a lady.”

Gintoki faltered.  “You know she has a penis, right?  I’ve seen it.”

“You’re sounding very intolerant right now.”  Katsura pouted.  “Elizabeth is Elizabeth.  She is just as she needs to be.”

“We’ll put a pin in the space duck for now then.”  Gintoki conceded.

“Elizabeth is too big for a pin.”  Katsura pressed.

“You don’t want her living where we fuck, do you?  That’s a lot of sock-on-the-door scenarios.  That’s asking her to stay out every single night!”  He grabbed Katsura by the hip and pulled him in.  “You think that’s fair to Elizabeth?”

“Maybe she can stay at the Yorozuya then.”  Katsura conceded, letting a hand trail on Gintoki’s chest.  “It may take her a while to get used to you again.  She was less forgiving than I was when you left.”

“I think our mascots might have a problem with that.”  Gintoki grumbled.  “Listen, this is getting very unsexy.  I was asking if you’d live with your boyfriend.”

Katsura looked him up and down.  “Men can get married now, you know.”

“What?”

“A man can marry another man.  It’s in the constitution.”  He yawned.  “I put it in there myself.  Women too.  It’s very modern.”  He stretched a little.  “I promised the girls at the bar.  Zurako never forgets a promise.”

Gintoki let the thought sink in.  Shit, husbands?  They’d been something confusing for so long.  “That’s too much to think about.”  

Katsura yawned again and turned on his side.  “It really is.”

“Husbands? Gin-san and Zura?”

“If we were married, I’d think it would have to be Gin-san and Kotarou.”

Gin’s eyes widened.  “Gin-san and Taro?”

“No, you ruined it, you fucking ruined it.”  Katsura pushed him off.

“Taro-kun?”

“We’re not doing this again, Gintoki, you’re not fucking my name up again.”

“But Taro-kun-”

A leg swept the bed and literally kicked him out.  “Sleep on the floor, you bastard.”

“But Zura…” Gin protested.

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura!”

“Oh, we’re back to that again?”

“It was always Katsura, you giant asshole!”

“You can be anyone’s Katsura, but you’re my Zura!”

“Cut it out, Kintoki!”

Gin did a fake wince.  “That’s low.”

“It’s exactly the same thing!”

“It’s not!” Gin protested.  “Sakamoto doesn’t remember my name! I make a conscious decision to call you Zura.”

“Well cut it out!”

“Zura!  Hey, Zura!  You can’t back down now, you’ve lost too much ground!  Zura!  You called yourself my Zura, it’s official!”

“I’m reneging.”  Katsura replied, rolling over to face the wall..  “I’m not your Zura.  I don’t have a sofa.  Sleep on the floor or the table.  Go back to your damn kids.”  

“Katsura-sama! Lord Shogun!”  Gintoki tried.

“Shut up.”

“It was because I had a crush on you!”  Gintoki blurted out.  “But then Takasugi started using it so it couldn’t be a pet name.  He ruined it for me!”

Katsura rolled back over.  “You were flirting with me?”

“Katsura-sama!”

“God, can’t you pull hair like a normal kid?”

“I did! Remember?”

“I hated that too!”  Katsura spat.  “Damn it, how the hell did I end up with you?!”

“You’re not really kicking me out of bed, Katsura-sama!  We’re boyfriends now!  It’s official!”

“Just shut up and get in, then!”  Katsura relented.

Gintoki hauled himself off the floor and slid  into bed next to the other man.  “Only, Katsura-sama?”

“What the hell is it, Gintoki?”

“I know you were done for the night, but then we got worked up, and…”

“I’m not doing anything for you!” Katsura growled.  “Go to sleep.”

 “Only, Katsura-sama,” a hand snaked around his hip to palm his crotch.  “You’ve got an erection.”

“Ignore it.”

“But I think if we just…”  The fingers began to work him slowly as Gintoki slowly rolled his hips against Katsura’s back.  The bastard also had an erection, which was lazily tracking against Katsura’s already-slick ass.

“If you put that thing in, we’re through.”  

“I know, I wasn’t suggesting that, but…”  The thrusts were coming quicker, now, in time with the stroking of his dick, and teeth worried his shoulder.  “Gintoki…”

There was a bite on his neck.  “Gintoki!”  He was awake now, and damn it, the heat in his stomach was burning steadily.  The shallow thrusts rocked him into Gintoki’s hand, and the labored breath in the silent room spurred him on.  “You’re incorrigible…”

“Mmmm, Katsura-sama, do you know how you feel?  Your body is perfect, I’m going to cum just like this, just from rutting your ass, because you’re the best fucking lay I’ve ever had and you smell like sex and you look like- God!”  his free hand gripped Katsura’s hip to pull him back, grinding harder into him, and Katsura realized he was grinding back and he wanted to be fucking furious but he couldn’t be because it was just so good.

“Gintoki!”  he gasped, hand joining Gintoki’s to stroke himself.  “Gintoki!”

“Zuuuura…”  Gintoki groaned, and Katsura could swear he felt the shit-eating grin against his shoulder when he wasn’t corrected.

“Gintoki, you…”  he panted, grinding and keening.  “You… I!”  His head snapped back into Gintoki’s shoulder and he moaned loudly.

Gintoki kept working him, rough and dirty.  “Cum for me, Zura.”  he commanded, his voice deep and commanding. He jerked Katsura’s head back and planted a strong kiss on Katsura’s mouth.

To his surprise, that did it.  Katsura clenched his legs, curling up into a ball as best he could as he came again.  He wasn’t surprised when he felt the wet against his back of Gintoki finishing.  “You jerk.”  he panted, letting himself be kissed as the stroking slowed and then stopped.  “You damn jerk.”

“Just like I thought, you had another little one in there.”  Gintoki announced, clearly pleased with himself.  “Now you can rest, can’t you?”

Katsura searched for a retort and found there was nothing there.  He felt exhausted, the best kind of exhausted, and Gintoki’s arms felt perfect around him.  He was asleep before he knew it.

“That’s my Zura.”  Gintoki purred, sitting slightly to move them into a better position.  He tugged Katsura’s arm back so he would be resting on the pillow, only for Katsura’s head to roll back so  they were facing each other.  

Zura’s eyes were wide open and blurry, drool already dripping from the side of his mouth.  He snored lightly.

“Shit, Zura, you still sleep with your eyes open?”  Gin asked.  “That’s creepy! The worst! Hey, Zura, wake up, you’ve got to move, you’ve got to face the wall or something so I can sleep.  There’s no way I can fall asleep with you staring at me, Zura, we’ve got to get you an eye mask or something.”

Katsura continued snoring peacefully, wide eyes staring at nothing.

“Oi, Zura, come on!  Wake up! Don’t do this to me Zura!  Gin-san needs his sleep too, Gin san gave you a great night,  doesn’t he deserve some sleep too?  Oi, Zura? Zuuuraaa!”

[mindful-of-ideas]

A/N: I accidentally learned that Aziraphale’s bookshop is really not a normal one, but for the sake of this, we’ll pretend like it’s your usual independent bookshop. Also, this is for everyone who doesn’t have English as their first language (mine is French).

“Wow,” you said quietly upon entering.

“Glad to see my bookshop still gives you this reaction,” said Aziraphale making you jump.

“Hi!” you said.

Truth be told, it was the coolness of the bookshop that left you impressed. London was suffering from yet another heat wave. But Aziraphale didn’t have to know that.

“Hi,” he answered, “how come you’re here and not at work? It is the middle of the week, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I wanted to take a few days off. Knowing it was going to be this hot outside I would’ve waited. I hate having to lock myself inside with the AC while the sun is out!”

“Is it really that hot, I don’t really feel it?”

“The sweat vaporize out of your skin when you’re outside. But it’s really nice in here, you’re right.”

You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m so sorry,” he suddenly said, “I should stop talking and let you look around. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Don’t be sorry, and I actually do need something… I need recommendations. What do you have for me?”

“What are you looking for?”

“Ummm… I only have a few days off, so something that I can read quickly.”

“Right…”

“And nothing too demanding or dark. I want to relax during my break, not get tormented.”

“Alright, well there is this author,” he said pulling out a blue book, “Emily Henry. The youth seems to be really into it but I haven’t gotten around to reading one of her books yet.”

“My sister read that actually, it’s too… 'romancy' for me…”

“That’s okay,” he said while walking over to another bookshelf, “How about this one, Ocean Rush. It’s a manga and I know you like those!”

“What is it about?” you asked taking the book from him and flipping through the pages.

“We follow Umiko, a 65 years old woman who recently lost her husband, as she is pushed to follow her dream in cinematography after inadvertently bumping into a student.”

“That sounds nice… what else you’ve got? I can get more than one actually.”

“Well… it’s a different genre and maybe you already read it, but…” he said once again leaving you to go to another bookshelf, “we have this.”

You quickly made your way over to him. Above him, you could read ‘biography’ written in white cursive.

“Page Boy, it’s Elliot Page’s biography. You like that actor, right?”

“I do, I do,” you said.

“And it’s really not that long,” he said turning the book to show you its thickness before handing it to you.

You barely had time to take the book before he left again. This time he was heading for the back of the store. You knew that whatever he was going to propose next was going to be good, as all your favourite sections were down there.

“Now,” he said as you caught up to him, “I know you said you wanted something you could read quickly, but this is just right up your sleeve,” he said handing you one of the thickest books you’ve ever seen.

“How many pages is that?” you ask.

“A little over 700, but that’s not important,” he said before quickly moving on, “It is a fantasy novel, Ordinary Monsters, that takes place during the Victorian era. It will take you all over the world, the United States, England and even Japan, while the main characters are off to find and save orphans who have some strange powers. It is similar to Miss Peregrine but with something a little more dark and twisted.”

“Alright!” you said excitedly taking the book.

“Next…” he said getting up on a ladder to grab a tall black book, “… we have a graphic novel, The Sandman!”

“Never heard of that one…”

“Oh, it’s fantastic! The author just gets it!”

“Gets what…”

“You just HAVE to read it! It’s fantasy and horror but also adventure and dark! But there’s this sensibility to it. The drawings are also wonderful!”

“Alright, alright, put it on top of the pile,” you said.

He did so eagerly before turning back towards the shelves.

“And finally, I have this one,” he said standing on his tippy toes to grab a book.

This time, above his head, you could read ‘children’.

“It’s a children’s book, I know, well more like a teenager’s book, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it,” he said without missing a beat, “Maybe it will compensate for that brick I gave you earlier. It’s called Lonely Castle in the Mirror. Again, fantasy and magic but it’s from a Japanese author, so you get a completely different perspective. I’ve heard it’s also a great intro to Japanese literature though I started by reading Murakami myself.”

“These are all great,” you said now struggling to balance all the books, “Thank you! I do wish you had some stuff in French…”

“How come,” he asked taking half your pile away and setting it down on a table, “you can read in English just fine, can’t you.”

He went behind the counter and pulled two chairs for you to sit on.

“Yeah, of course, it’s just that sometimes French is just easier… the references, the way the sentences flow… it feels more natural to me… I’m sorry, I’m probably not making any sense right now.”

“No, no, please continue. Let me just check something,” he said getting up, “keep going!”

“Especially with more contemporary stuff… There's something about it, when you read it, you just feel a little bit closer to home. Like, somehow, the author managed to capture a glimpse of your soul and put it into words. Everything you read is familiar and new at the same time.”

“Well, see,” he said coming back and showing you his records, “I did get a shipment from Canada a few days ago. It should be in the back. Want to check if there are some French books in there?”

“Sure!” you said eagerly before following him to the back.

The box was small but it turned out to be filled with pocket books making it a decent amount. You rummaged through it carefully. Most of the books were in English, which was to be expected, but you managed to find a few in French. You had read three of them, but not the fourth one.

“This one might just do,” you said turning to face Aziraphale, “I know the author but I never read this one.”

“What is it like?” asked Aziraphale.

You thought that was a weird question yet somehow you had the perfect answer.

“It feels like going on a road trip. It's slow but not too slow, you get to enjoy the view and the ride while still knowing it will ultimately come to an end.”

“That’s… very poetic,” he said, “Who’s the author, I should write it down.”

“Jacques Poulin,” you said putting the book on top of your already big pile, “Now, I just need to choose which one I’ll get.”

You took a few minutes to flip through the books again before deciding on two, Lonely Castle in the Mirror and Ocean Rush, to buy along with the one by Poulin, La tournée d'automne.

“I’ll take those, though I will come back to get the others. The graphic novel in particular seems really good!”

“These are great choices!” he said as you paid, “let me just bag them for you.”

“Oh, there’s no need, really.”

“It’s my pleasure, and I got these free tote bags to give away anyway.”

“Thank you,” you said taking the bag from his hands.

“You're very welcome! I hope to see you around soon and I’m expecting you to give me your review on all of those.”

“Will do for sure,” you said getting out.

You made your way home quickly, partially because it was still very hot outside, but mostly because we were really eager to start reading. Once you got home, you threw your bag on the couch before going for a quick shower and putting on a comfier outfit.

“Alright,” you said to yourself as you made your way to your bag, “which one of you will I read first?”

But as you took out the books, you noticed Aziraphale had slipped an extra one in there.

“Well, I guess I’m starting with The Sandman then!”

[someuncreativi2]

What my archons think of the actual archons

Slide 1: Venti

Marione: I once went with my inventor to advertise some new mixing devices in Mondstadt. Barbatos was playing his lyre and singing near a tavern, and I must say, he was very talented! I unfortunately didn’t speak to him then and I haven’t gotten much of a chance since the Cataclysm, however.

Murata: Ugh… don’t get me wrong, I love Barbatos to bits, even if we have a bit of a complicated relationship because of the whole Vennessa thing… but even then, I was never a fan of his smell. Every time I went with my dad to meet up with the archons in Liyue, he always reeked of alcohol. I’m positive he still does now… nothing can remove the smell of thousands of years of a drunkard’s acts.

Odelayo: Ah, Barbatos… I never actually got a chance to meet him, but one time, after my parents returned from an archon gathering in Liyue, they told me he had given me a few bags of nuts to eat the next time I went out in the wild. If only he knew I was allergic to every kind he gave me… oh well, they did help me hunt a few woodland creatures during the time I was stuck in the middle of the woods, so his gift didn’t go unappreciated.

Slide 2: Zhongli

Marione: They say that an archon’s power is directly linked to the power they have over their people. If Morax was able to create the Guyun Stone Forest out of his own spears, then he must be truly respected in Liyue. It’s a shame I never got to meet him before he left us, even when I was visiting the country.

Murata: Oh, Uncle Rex! He was so much fun to talk with every time I visited; always full of a new story about something else. One time, he told me that a heated debate between him and my dad created La Montana! He was so cool! Too bad he’s living with mortals now. Still, I should probably visit him again… wait, you thought I didn’t know? Hah! That old geyser? He’s pulled stuff like this hundreds of times in my own life alone. What’s one more at this point? Besides, that’s something Capitano brought me in on recently. Real sneaky, uncle.

Odelayo: Morax, the father of the divine, god of agreements, and archon of Geo. I’ve never met him in person, but from the stories I hear of him, he must surely be great. The harbingers informed me that he is no longer an archon, and I must say, as with his other decisions, I can’t blame him for making that decision.

Slide 3: Ei

Marione: I don’t mean to start a dispute with the shogun. The times we’ve spoken were pleasant enough. However, I must admit that as a chief justice, her recent actions against Inazuma aren’t necessarily to my liking. It’s a good thing that she’s changed her ways.

Murata: Would you look at her army? It’s HUGE! It almost makes me a bit jealous! Good thing nothing will ever defeat the Milespadas, hehe. Other than that, she’s cool! I mean… eh, the whole imprisoning her people thing… nah, she’s still cool, and I never expected someone like her to be able to finish thirteen dulce de leches in one sitting, so she gets some bonus points!

Odelayo: Oh heavens… where do I begin with the Raiden Shogun? I’ve only ever heard negative things about her, aside from the fact that she likes sweets. I know my own nation has some parallels to Inazuma, but… can we talk about something else, actually?

Slide 4: Nahida

Marione: I haven’t gathered enough information about her to give an accurate opinion.

Murata: I don’t know much about her… buuut I’m sure of one thing. I don’t really care about being shorter than everyone else around me but, hehe… being a few centimeters taller is really an ego boost.

Odelayo: O-oh, so… she’s been trapped her entire life by the people she was… supposed to trust…? A-and they think she’s… she’s not to the standards of… her p-predecessor because they never… gave her the chance to prove her self? How… h-how interesting…!

[thestuffieguardian]

Hii, how are you? First of all, I would like to apologize for the length of this message and for any mistakes, as English is not my native language. I understand written English very well, but I have difficulty writing by myself, so I always use translators to communicate with you. No matter how hard I try, sometimes it seems that certain things don’t sound as good as I intended. However, I will do my best. Well, here we go. You don’t have to respond to this, because I really don’t expect a reply, and I don’t want to show off to the other people who follow you. I just wanted to share a few things because, for some reason, I felt compelled to say them. I hope to communicate in a way that reaches you correctly. I’m sending this anonymously because I don’t want credit for it; I just want to express a few thoughts with the intention of warming your heart, just as you do for us every day. I genuinely felt the need to tell you how much I appreciate what you do for us. I often feel lonely and lost. I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety for years, and Tumblr has served as an outlet for me—essentially, a personal journal. It’s a place where I could be myself for 13 years! Haha, yes, that’s a long time; I’ve been here since I was a teenager. Even though I felt good expressing myself here, it was just that: a personal journal. Recently, however, I found your blog, and something inside me changed. These days, I can honestly say that you make me feel better. You’ve shown me that there are more people like me out there and that there are good people in the world—not just those who want to use or deceive you. I’ve noticed you’ve had some tough days recently, and I just wanted to say that I understand how overwhelming and exhausting those days can be. I understand how cruel the world can be at times and how exhausting people can be. But I want to express my gratitude—to God, Mother Nature, the Greek Gods, the Universe, or whatever it is that governs this existence. I am thankful to have found your blog, and although I only know a small part of you, that small part is enough for me to be grateful for your existence! I have already mentioned in another message how happy I am to know you exist, as it gives me hope that the love of my life is out there somewhere. I apologize if I’ve gotten a bit lost in my thoughts and if I sound confused. I tend to overthink and struggle to articulate everything that’s on my mind coherently. :( Anyway, I just thought it was important to tell you how much I appreciate your existence on this chaotic planet. Thanks to you, I feel understood and hopeful for better days and better loves. I used to feel stupid for believing in love, for expecting someone to look beyond me, to see my soul, to love every little broken and tired part of me. My past “loves” weren’t good for me, but your perspective on love has shown me that I’m not foolish; I just haven’t met the right person yet. So, thank you. I will never stop hoping. I also wanted to thank you for reading, I know my English isn't the best in the world, and I know you get a lot of thanks for reading. But I have a particularly important story (to me) with stories from my childhood.I thought I had buried it deep in my mind, but hearing you read brought it back. It wasn’t in a bad way; quite the opposite, actually. The first time I heard it, I cried with all my heart because my younger self felt welcomed and cared for. I’m grateful for the moments of comfort and affection you provide for all of us sensitive broken girls. In conclusion (sorry again for the lengthy message and I'm sorry if I said anything wrong), thank you for taking the time to read this. You do much more than you realize. You touch and help the lives and hearts of many more people than you might think. I’ve told you before that you are important, and I stand by that. You are important to me. Thank you for caring for my wounded soul, even without knowing that you are doing so.💜

This was absolutely beautiful. English not being your first language and you absolutely nailed it. If I could give you a grade it would be A++

This was so wonderfully put & you articulated everything absolutely gloriously. Everyone needs to read this. I don't think you're showing off to anyone at all. I think your thoughts & feelings should be heard. Thank you for taking the time to write this, as it was an absolute delight taking the time to read it 💙

[lluxoperon]

You don’t realize how much you depend on balance until you don’t have it

Ok here goes, this is a long one and a bit personal. I’m hoping that’s by sharing this, it may help someone experiencing something similar. Full disclosure here - I’m not going to even attempt to pretend to apologize for any language, because sometimes nothing better fits or gets the message across as poignant or elegant as a well placed sentence enhancer.

Simply put, chronic and/or long term health things suck ass. Serious donkey balls sucks. Serious. Like… Fuck. That. Shit. Sucks. Especially when you spend a months (or longer) not knowing what the actual fuck is going on with yourself or a loved one. It also sucks much less when you have people in your life that genuinely give a few of their own precious fucks in their life to you to help you get through it all, when your fucks to give are coming up short to a complete lack thereof.

I’ve been down a really shitty road of a long term thing once before when it took an agonizingly long 6+ years to diagnose my cluster headaches at a time they weren't really understood by anyone in the medical industry, let alone common people. The amount of “just fucking relax, it’s only anxiety” I heard that time from literally EVERYONE (including my past SO's) around me at the time was outright maddening. “Yea I fucking have anxiety because all you fuckers either don’t care, think I’m faking this shit, or you can’t figure this shit out because you suck or never heard of this”. The lack of a good support system is not helpful as best, damaging at worst. And if I am being honest, I kind of expected that again from my past experiences. However, this time around, it's been night and day compared to before. I’m not being made to feel crazy, and it's quite a breath of fresh air. My wife, Niki, has been all kinds of helpful and supportive. I write all this as much for her as myself, she's been deep in it with me right from the start.

So to the present... Some of you online have noticed I haven't been posting a lot of my photography for quite some time. Some of you that have seen me in person recently may have noticed I’m using a cane lately, and/or noticed I haven’t been my usual jet-setting self as much I usually am. International travel stopped completely after Nürnberg in Feb 2023. Some people asked about it, some have been polite and just nodded and not asked. Some have ignored it altogether, as I know some aren’t comfortable talking about personal stuff, either their own or other people's. I appreciate however you feel about it, but full open kimono, I’m not embarrassed about it, nor do I mind talking about it, it just is what it is. It's a crazy story, and I often forget details when I am rambling (why I'm writing this in the first place). I guess talking about it also is in my best interest if anyone else has even heard of someone dealing with this. Trying to figure out what it is has been an ordeal, mostly because it's so uncommon, but I’m not giving the fuck up. My brain won’t let me stop trying to figure it out, but some of this all is still in flux.

After getting back from Nürnberg, I started having a weird ear thing, where I was noticing a weird warble effect in my right ear, basically like an echo or reverb. I have gotten this actually quite often over the years, as I had bad ear infections when I was a kid, and it’s also something that just happens with my cluster headaches, or allergies. No big thing, whatever. However, one day after doing some work on our backyard, breaking up concrete, I put my finger in my ear to get some concrete dust out, and I fell backwards onto the kitchen counter. Whoa. Vertigo. What was that?!? Ok... that’s weird. I go to take a shower and as I get to clean out my ear and my eyes start shifting uncontrollably left and right. Wait, what?!? No fucking way. What?!? Ugh. That doesn’t feel great, it also makes my head spin. Ok yea, don’t do THAT anymore. "Niki come look!" Yea, weird... Ok. Put that out of my head. Let’s see if it goes away. It does a bit, but my head is still all wobbly for days and weeks, but maybe I'm just super tired. I mean we were going all out on working outside in our backyard to get 'er done before summer hits in typical Vegas fashion. I get a referral from my GP for an ENT. I find one local to Vegas, they do not return my calls. Typical for here, so yea... A couple months go by...

I fly to LA in April for some tattoo work, all is ok. Over the next week, I have industry conventions to go to on the Strip, all is ok. I'm starting to wear my mask a little less around people, no big thing. All good, tired, but good. A few people come over, I play some Beat Saber with them, I get a little nauseous and dizzy playing, but I figure I'm a bit over exhausted from being on the Strip all week, work, travel to LA, meetings back to back, and house work. The finger in the eye still produces the weird eye thing (it's called nystagmus I find). Still no big deal, right? The fates are laughing in your general direction... Enter one of the largest wind storms we've seen to date in Vegas. My allergies now are through the roof. I get yearly hay fever, so not surprised at all. I start up the Allegra I take each year for my allergies. We go out drinking with friends on the Strip, we all eat too much, drink too much. Back home, in middle of the night, I get up to pee, and as normal, I don't turn on the light in our WC. I'm not barely even drunk any more at this point. I turn around to go back to bed and next thing I know I am splat out on the floor, I don't even know how I fell, or even remember falling. Somehow I ripped off the TP holder on the way down, I'm confused and tired. Niki helps me get back to bed. I'm REALLY confused at this point, and a bit more dizzy than I have been in weeks.

Two days later, I fly back out to LA for a demo for people from the EU, I'm listening to an audio book, and as the plane starts going descending to land in Burbank, I am struck with the most INSANE vertigo, my eyes rolling back into my skull, I feel like the plane is crashing, this is how I die type vertigo. My eyes can't be controlled be damned holy shit I can barely stand once the plane lands I want to crawl to my rental car. Nope, I'm done. I am NOT going to my demo, it's not going to happen, I need to get back home ASAP. I call Niki, I need urgent care, this is not good. I'm dying. WTF is going on?! Holy shit! I'm NOT going back on a plane, fuck THAT shit, I'm driving right now back home to Vegas. I drive. The entire time, I'm either focused on an audio book or Niki over the phone. I can't look over my shoulders. I probably should NOT be driving. I don't fucking care, I need to get home. NOW. I have no way to get home. Fuck THIS. GO. I drive like a banshee. It's the worst drive to Vegas from Burbank, EVER. When I start the trek into Primm down the mountain, the vertigo gets even worse, like when the plane was descending. OMFG it's the goddamn air pressure! Holy jeez. Nope this is not fun. At all. I make it home, somehow.

We get to urgent care later that day:

UC Doc - "Huh that's weird, yea. Yea, you have uh some redness in your ear. Looks like an old infection."

Me - "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, I still am having the vertigo like a fucking madman, it's been all day now, and my eyes are doing this stupid nystagmus. This isn't BPPV (Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo - ear crystals), or Labyrinthitis, I have had those before. It's doesn't feel the same. And obviously the air pressure change is making it worse. "

UC Doc - "Oh, Ok you know your terms, good. Been down that road before I see. Maybe it's Meniere's, but that usually has hearing loss and not the nystagmus. Here's some steroids and antibiotics."

Yea, I obviously need to get into see that ENT like right now. I call and leave messages. I'm still having the vertigo. I email. Nothing. Days go by, did I mention, the vertigo has NOT stopped. FINALLY get ahold them. Appointment in 1.5 months. I did say the vertigo hasn't stopped, right? JUNE?!? Uh... ok. well... shit. Hello vertigo, my new bestie. You're an asshole, bestie. On top of this, now I start realizing my balance is crap, I close my eyes, I just fall and can't feel it. Wow, ok, that is something new to fucking panic about. Lovely. Thank the fates and our good taste that we have a really comfy couch to park my ass for most of the day. We're still trying to get some things done outside, but I'm feeling like washed shit and can't help much while I wait. Vertigo is the new baseline of my days.

Finally see the ENT in June. By this point I am having vertigo on and off all day long. New constant is always fucking dizzy as fuck. Like you drank too much on a boat and got back to shore and your feet can't find the horizon, it's my new Jack Sparrow Sway. Do a bunch of tests. No hearing loss. Air pressure still fucks my shit up, they can't even finish that test. Finger in the ear still making my eyes have the nystagmus. My ear looks fine. We all assume it's just my right ear. Nothing significant to report, but probably, maybe, definitely not Meniere's. Maybe. Maybe it's a fistula (tiny hole). Time for a CT Scan, only way to see that. Maybe they can put in a drainage tube to help with the air pressure, but we'll see. He also gives me a nose spray (Flonase) for my allergies, maybe it'll help.

It's not a fistula. This is "weird", ok this is clearly past this ENT's wheelhouse. Let's get you to our other Neurotologist/ENT 2 in July. This is going nowhere quickly. Groan. I stop taking the Allegra for the Flonase spray. Helps the allergies way better, but does nothing else. Now I'm starting to get fatigue every day. Can't go an entire day without a nap. This shit is draining me, for real. I'm not keen to fly to LA for work meetings, I cancel flights. Besides the fear of air pressure changes triggering me, I'm just so damned tired. All the time.

End of June, my legs start to twitch uncontrollably at night and fucking hurt. WTAF. Dude, seriously?!? Now my legs are twitchy and my balance is still shit. Let's just say I am not loving life right now. I am in super pain all up and down my legs, it's agony. I get a couple what I assume are 3 bug bites on the back of my left knee, and 4 on my thigh, they are PAINFUL, and are not healing. I'm about to loose my mind. After a week or so of this, we go back to urgent care.

"Oh this is an easy one, it's Shingles." Wait, WHAT?!??! I'm way too young for that. "Well, looks like you are past the point any antiviral will do anything, so here is some antibiotic cream for the sores. Have a nice day." This just keeps getting better and better. Also, still dizzy all the time. Vertigo daily, STILL. Leaning on Niki hard while we are out, because any time it's dark and/or inclines in any direction, or I close my eyes, I still can't feel myself falling. Like at all, it's fucking scary. Shingles is no joke, but shingles AND all this vertigo, dizzy, and crap balance. I'm not in a good mood, ever, at this point. Understandably.

Back to the ENT 2, whom specializes in balance disorders and neuro related ear things. "Yea that finger in the ear thing is super interesting, never seen that before. Weird. Let's get a massive barrage of blood work to check everything from vitamins to lyme disease to neurosyphilis and a brain MRI. Also let's get a VNG (Videonystagmography) test to see where your balance is at. See you back in a month. Super weird, wild man, this is crazy." Cool man, glad you are entertained. I'm half amused, half annoyed.

Get all the bloodwork and MRI, now we wait. Waiting is always the worst part. You know, there are DAYS and weeks were the base line doesn't change. So while you wait, you are IN it and waiting.

At the VNG test, negative for BPPV (knew that already, since day one), my eyes work fine with tracking. Great. My hearing is fine, so it's not Meniere's. It's not Labyrinthitis (figured that as well). Moving to the next test, my eyes are not moving when my ears are stimulated by hot or cold air. Like at all, ZERO reaction. In BOTH ears and eyes. I ask 'What's supposed to happen when you do that? No reaction? Not get nauseous?" She replies, "Actually... the opposite, you are SUPPOSED to have a reaction." Oh... "Total caloric eye speed of 6, and 24 is the target for normal. Your vestibular system is not working, in EITHER ear. This generally means Bilateral Vestibular Hypofunction (BVH), and you should do PT, specifically VRT (Vestibular Rehabilitation Therapy)."

We go back to ENT 2, bloodwork all fine, except positive for Mono. Huh? "Is this from the shingles?" "No, anyone who has had Mono can have a positive result for the rest of their lives." Uh... actually, no I know that isn't true, but we'll skip over this for now and not worth the argument, maybe it's just a false positive. Too many other things to think about. MRI came back with some white matter lesions, but he says common with migraine. But I don't get migraines. "Oh, well it's probably Vestibular Migraine which is causing the vertigo, which doesn't always come with headaches per se." Coincidentally, not a single cluster headache since all this started. "So, let's start you on some Nortriptyline, and see if that works. Also, yes, start the VRT asap."

I start the new med and the VRT. When I go the the eval for the VRT, they do some more tests. My overall balance is at 50% overall of what is usual for my age. How???? Why??? They confirm when my eyes are closed, my balance is takes a nose dive of the shallow end. It's nil, nada, zip, zero, zilch, completely non-existent. This is not cool. Not fun or cool, at all. "Ok, so what do I do or take to get it back?" Not so fast, it's going to take time. And all this stupid VRT twice a week, doing exercises every day, morning and night at minimum. Well fuck.

Ok FINE. 1 month of VRT. I start using a cane, while out and about, so I don't have to lean directly on Niki.

2 months. Wobble is the new norm. Fuck you new norm. Fuck you very fucking much. Oh hey! I can now feel myself falling, well happy fucking birthday to me. There is THAT.

3 months, October. The vertigo has subsided quite a bit, now maybe getting it once a week. Maybe it's the medication, more likely it's the VRT. Most likely my brain was just "short-circuiting" from the loss of my balance. Ok, now... WHY. I need to know what happened, this still sucks, I'm still wobbly, I can't walk without a cane in the dark. Still dizzy all the time, but getting better. My balance has gone up to 72% of what it should be, but still completely zero eyes closed (or dark). I NEED TO KNOW, because how else will I "fix" this, right?

I'm getting antsy. I start getting out of my comfort zone and go to Lowe's without Niki just to see, obviously with the cane. I'm not having the vertigo. I want to go to my October meetings in LA. Dear lord, the airplane... I don't have enough energy to drive. Niki finds these ear plugs on Amazon for regulating air pressure (EarPlanes). Ok, let's try a quick single day trip. It goes surprising well. I have vertigo a couple times, albeit super quick episodes while on the trip. The EarPlanes work fucking amazingly, some positive news, finally. Maybe I can actually manage this. Everyone looks at the cane, most are confused. Everyone I chat with while in LA are supportive when I tell them what's going on. Best comment was: "maybe you should just say you laid down a motorcycle on a highway to save a pregnant lady and jacked your leg up". I love my people and our shared sense of dark humor.

November, I consult with my GP. Should I see a Neurologist? It couldn't/wouldn't hurt. Ok, appointment set for end of December (four days before Christmas), and my VRT "ends" in early Dec (fuck you very much medical insurance). I'll continue to do the exercises at home for now I guess. If I'm going to need the cane for a while, I might as well get one I like, so I do.

We go to the Neurologist. It's a very weird visit. He's is asking me questions, taking his time responding. Very nice guy, obviously thinks before speaking. Going over all my results I sent over. Very thoughtful.

Neurologist - "Take out your phone, open the camera."

Me - "Ok."

Neurologist - "Here take a photo so you can refer to it later, this spot right here on your MRI."

Me - "Yea, got it."

Neurologist - "Your ENT missed this, he saw possible migraine on the list of possible things and left it at that. These white matter lesions concern me."

Me - "Yes, we talked about that, I mentioned that about 15 mins ago when you asked me my other visits."

Neurologist - "Yea, ok. He missed this. I think you have MS."

Me - .......................

Neurologist - "Let's get you more bloodwork done, neck and spine MRIs... *cue Charlie Brown wah wahs* "

Me - ....

Neurologist - "... and a spinal tap."

Me - "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

Neurologist - "I know, sorry, they aren't fun. But let's do that and follow back up in Jan, and go from there."

Me - "Ok, wait you said MS?!?!? What then?"

Neurologist - "It can be dealt with, but it would account for all you said, plus all the weirdness with all the results so far."

As you can imagine, it was a quite anxious Christmas and New Years. More blood work, 10 vials taken in all at once for one, PTSD flashback to blood drawn when I was a kid when they found my iron deficiency. Brain electricity scans. MRA head and neck. MRI neck and spine. Already getting sick of getting poked and prodded. Then comes spinal tap time. 1 star, do not recommend. Hated it. "It'll just be a pinch..." Liars! Nope my body didn't like it one bit, it hurt like hell, all up my back and down both legs. Recovery was even worse, laid out on the couch with a proper migraine for a week straight. Like brain is going to leak out your ears migraine, light sensitive and all that. Nothing helped, not ice, not pain meds. Nada. Good times, indeed. Apparently, I've actually have actually never had a migraine before. Weird, huh?

Go back to Neurologist. "I'm not convinced it's MS." Well ok, thanks for that month and half panic attack and all the testing to go with it. "Maybe it's NMO." If it's not that, then he will refer me to another Neurologist for a second opinion just to make sure. Gotta love the go get 'em, figure it out attitude, but bro... send me for tests, but maybe don't tell me the worst case each time right up front. Go for even more bloodwork. "Btw, you have some syrinxes (cysts) in your cervical and thoracic spine. We're you dropped as an infant?" Huh? Uh, I don't think so? "Ok anyhow those won't do anything with this condition, but something to monitor yearly or so now."

I go out to Palms Springs for work. A whole 4 days planned. First night, I'm walking back to my room and it's pitch fucking black on the sidewalk, and I have to walk up a grassy area because of a puddle. I have to call Niki because I just cannot deal. I'm stressed. I can't walk. I have to use my phone's light to see so I can make my way back. I'm done. I just can't. This was the worst idea ever. Sigh. FUCK. I make it through 2 full days, going back to nap when I can, all the walking is too much. It's wearing me out, so much worse than I thought it would be. I just don' t have it in me to last the entire trip. I can't. I have to call it on day three, I'm disappointed in myself. I drive back home.

I have a follow up with the ENT 2. I want to stop taking the Nortriptyline as I'm not convinced it's Vestibular Migraine, and I really need a fucking drink at this point. You can't drink on Nortriptyline, and it's a bitch to get off of.

But moreover, I don't know if the vertigo being gone is from the medication or PT. I suspect the VRT PT. Besides since starting it, between my own searching and asking the physical therapist, I'm starting to suspect the BVH from a Neuritis (ongoing viral infection) in my inner ear. She tends to agree, they have been seeing that more and more, especially in younger people... Lingering viral infection, lines up with my symptoms, I had Covid late the year prior, and the "ear infection", and then the shingles. Too many coincidences to be coincidental. The timeline of events is WAY too close.

I speak with the ENT about this all. He still focuses on the nystagmus, which has since gone away, and deflects from the Neuritis, which is weird. Of all people whom specializes in inner ear infections and the such, and being the one that recommended the VNG. But such is the time we live in - it can't possibly be viral, that might mean we're not following up correctly with everything going on. The med is fine to stop, and if the vertigo comes back we know it was Vestibular Migraine. Come back when/if needed.

Spoiler alert - the vertigo doesn't come back full force, it's not Vestibular Migraine... Well least another thing ticked off. Lots of things ticked off, but not a lot to go on still. Fuck this, I'm starting to go back to my VRT. At least that was doing SOMETHING. My balance is still right around the same as it was in early Dec. So, still not great, but not worse. Yay, a small victory at least.

It's not NMO. At the neurologist, "Also, what about the fatigue? I'm super tired all the time. Like STUPID tired." This week I was back at the Strip for the yearly conventions, so doing the late dinners, drinks and all that as usual. "Maybe don't work so much." "Heh, right, but seriously, that's not possible." So he prescribes a MS fatigue medication, Amantadine. Cool, I don't have MS, but... ok, I'll just hold onto that for now, not starting that just yet. Referral received, and follow up for end of the year.

Enter Neurologist 2. This lady is great, spends around 2 hours with us. She's not convinced it's MS either. But the MRI is super low quality and she wants better images. Give her the entire story. Answers any ancillary questions we have. She mentions "You definitely have something going on in the sinus, ear, throat area, like maybe a Vestibular Neuritis, which damaged your balance." Hm, you don't say? "But let's get you more images, and you can come back."

Still doing my VRT, but I think now I've hit a plateau with my balance, so we're working on strengthening for tactical feedback so I can at least not fall, maybe eventually not use the cane.

VNG test number 2 as recommended by my PT, so we can see if anything has changed. Yep, definitely still BVH, and so far this is my ONLY actual 100% positive diagnosis. This year my total caloric eye speed has bumped up all the way to a whopping 9. Still shit, but upwards is a positive right? So how do you fix this? "You can't, if it's gone, it's gone. No getting it back, just learning to deal with it. But you should look up Neural Circuit Dizzyness." Yea, remember how I thought my brain was short circuiting from the loss of my vestibular working? Yea, cool. I get more dizzy when I am fatigued, so that tracks.

Cue two months later, back at the Neurologist 2. Definitely, probably NOT MS. "But let's monitor it yearly via MRIs for both your syrinxes and white matter lesions just in case, now that we know they are there. You should also find a new ENT." Know any GOOD ones in Vegas? "Yea... not so much. Maybe Mayo in AZ or UCLA in LA, but not many good or even decent ones in Vegas." Yea, I know that for sure, no one here specializes in BVH as ENTs. She gives me Meclizine to have on hand just in case I get more dizzy than normal for travel, and said the Amantadine might help, and try it out for a couple weeks.

Now - I'm at a point, I am sick of getting poked, prodded, jabbed, and all that. I'll follow up on follow ups and just for now focus on more VRT, bumping up the sessions per week, and see where we are at in a few months, maybe just finish out the year. I'm still fatigued all the damn time and debating starting the Amantadine. Balance is still crap when my eyes are closed, but now the vertigo only comes very rarely. Usually only when I'm beyond stupid tired, or overly exercised, and only for a few seconds at a time.

Still more to come, and a stupid, stupid long road ahead... to quote Monty Python: "I'm not dead yet!"

More background FYI - BVH affects only a very significantly small amount of people, I have read between .3-3% of the population. The higher number are ones who have this in addition to other related issues (such as BPPV or MS), and the smaller is having this without other conditions (related or not). The later, smaller percentage, appears to be my case - unrelated to anything else and its cause appears to be idiopathic (unknown or unknowable) for the time being.

For more info: https://vestibular.org/article/diagnosis-treatment/types-of-vestibular-disorders/bilateral-vestibular-hypofunction/

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Chronicles of My Witchy GF | JJK

We made our own magic.

✵ Pairing: Jungkook x witch!Reader 

✵ Genre: fluff, smut, crack

✵ Rated: W for Which Witch?

✵ Warnings: little bit of weed smoking, lots of cheesy lines (babies in love), Jungkook accidentally eats something he shouldn’t (twice), lots of crying (in the good way), this shit gets nasty, mentions of food play, masturbation (m), dry humping, thigh fucking(?), pillow fucking, tiny bit of breed kink (it’ll make sense later lol), accidental facial, oral (m + f recieving), throat fucking, face sitting, lots of cum (a lot!), unprotected sex (be smart y’all <3)

✵ Word Count: 31.8k (get snacks :’D)

✵ Summary: Just Jungkook and a few cute tales about his witchy girlfriend~

✵ Now Playing…: Freaky Deaky by Tyga & Doja Cat, Lay it Down by Steelix, Under the Influence by Chris Brown 

✵ Betas: Thank you so much to the amazing @jessikahathaway and @xxxanimangxxx for looking over this monster fic so quickly <3!

✵ Author’s Note: This fic is so unserious yall, I don’t know how I ended up writing this 😭 I had plans for a Jimin fic, but I started this hoping to get it done quickly, but this turned out a lot longer than I thought it would be :’) Anyway, I thought I would experiment a little with this type of formatting for this fic~ Hope y’all enjoy, and Happy Halloween! This couple is so cute and has so much drabble potential (I got ideas~)! P.S. Made the banner myself and I’m tryna get better, hope y’all like 😅

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Hello to the random person who decided to click on this post! I know the title of this might sound a little strange and no one reading this will believe anything I say, but I was just hoping to rant to the void with the high probable fact that this message will most likely be buried under many other users’ posts. I can’t talk to anyone in my life about this. My friends and family have not even heard these stories to their true entirety, as they include secrets that aren’t mine to tell. For once I wanted someone to hear the tales that have somehow become my life. 

I’m Jungkook (pronounced Jeong-guk) and a few years ago I found myself dating a witch (yep, you read that right). We had recently gone out shopping together and I had made up the excuse that I was going to check out another store. In actuality, I was really interested in going to this jewelry place. 

A couple weeks ago on a late night I ended up on their website looking through the array of their jewelry for a birthday present, but I found myself up all night scrolling through the engagement rings page. I had wanted to see a few of them in person. 

We haven’t been dating too long (6 years isn’t that long right?) and we’re both still young with dreams and aspirations that have yet to be achieved in their entirety. That step has always been something I thought should be saved at a later point when things have gotten less hectic, but I found myself looking at this one ring in particular that I couldn’t stop imagining on her finger. All this has just made me reminisce and think about our future. 

My emotions are a mess right now, but for some reason I found myself here wanting to share with a faceless crowd how weird my girlfriend is and how much I love her. 

*All stories were shared with her permission, she’s helping me write this :3*

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**Bold words are in Korean**

The way he had come to know you had been purely coincidental. Jungkook had always been the type to try his best in his classes. His grades were pretty good considering the notoriously hard courses he was required to take and his gpa managed to show for his efforts. In high school he never cared too much about that type of thing, but after managing to graduate with a 4.1, he was determined to keep it up. 

It had been the fall semester in his 3rd year that he found himself stupidly enrolled in an Ancient History class after his friend Namjoon talked him into it. He was a numbers guy and the class focused on reading a lot of text that he could hardly understand. He tried to pay attention in class but the only reason he was able to absorb any of the course material was listening to Namjoon happily rant about how interesting the story of Gilgamesh was. 

The first few quizzes and even the exam he had a few weeks after, Jungkook found himself stunned at how terribly he was doing. The assessments were hard on their own, but no matter how much he tried to talk with Namjoon about the meaning behind Gilgamesh’s third dream in the story he still found a 65% popping up once he submitted his exam. 

His heart sank, because he knew if he didn’t do well on the next upcoming unit he was sure to fail the class and he could kiss that 4.0+ goodbye. 

With even more help from Namjoon plus a few of his history loving friends Jungkook managed to float at a 70% for all his quizzes but once the midterm was approaching he knew he had to pass this in order to have any chance at getting above a C. 

But as he submitted his very last quiz before the midterm and that 69% popped up he found himself a little desperate for a solution. Somehow his frustrations ended up being received by Taehyung, his roommate and a good friend of both him and Namjoon. He was an Art Major who always seemed to have a little too much time on his hands and enough weed stashed away to make Jungkook momentarily forget about his problems. 

“I can already see it now, all A’s then that one fucking D…” Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his bean bag chair. After that last quiz his overall grade had now reached a spectacular… drumroll please… 68%. It was bad, really, really bad. 

“Hehe D…” Taehyung quietly giggled to himself.

“I haven't had a D on my transcript since elementary school…” Jungkook thought back. “It’ll be so obvious, my parents will see it immediately.” He feared what they might say, the look of disappointment on their faces… the thought alone made Jungkook want to implode.

“Like BAM… right there, just a big fucking D—” 

Jungkook was hardly able to finish before Taehyung burst out laughing. It took way too much time for him to figure out what was so funny. He just rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish sense of humor when he was trying to have a serious talk. 

Taehyung picked up on the vibes and stared at him. 

“Jungkook, I have no idea why you’re thinking about that class right now. Is this weed not good or something?” He genuinely wondered, despite how out of it he felt. 

“I feel like it’s made it worse.” Jungkook groaned, the only thing his mind could focus on was that one D that was probably going to ruin his perfect transcript and– Hehe, it was actually pretty fun– No! No it wasn’t, he was seriously about to fail this class! 

Jungkook sighed and took another hit from his blunt, hoping that would somehow make all his problems disappear. 

“Ok ok ok… how desperate are you to pass this test?” Taehyung eventually asked.

“Hyung, if this is some weird way for you to say I should sleep with the TA again because I swear—“ Jungkook sighed, knowing where this was going.

“No! No… but you really should consider it— I’ve heard she’s pretty hot and maybe that can be your way to pass the class!” Tae tried to reason.

“Hyung, what did I say?!”

“Plus, when was the last time you got laid?” Taehyung suddenly questioned.

“What do you mean? I slept well last night.” Jungkook said seriously, but he just got a hard slap on the back from his hyung at his joke.

“Jungkook, be serious! You don’t come to any of the parties Jimin invites us to, you’re always crammed up in your room. I don’t know, that TA might be a good option for you…”

“Oh my god.” Jungkook suddenly didn’t know the man beside him,

“You both can like read each other lines from the Iliad as dirty talk.” Taehyung laughed but he was actually being serious. Jungkook’s face flushed, both annoyed that this was still a conversation they were having, but he was also embarrassed his hyung wasn’t even exaggerating. 

It had been since freshman year that he had last gotten down and dirty. The only reason he had done in the first place was to check off that stupid virginity box that didn’t really exist in the first place and his sad attempt to fit in with the rest of his peers. He quickly figured out though he wasn’t cut out for the quick party sex. Handjobs in a pantry, blowjobs in a car, fucking in a bush behind the person’s house was not at all his style. Some may call him sappy but he wanted the rose petals on the bed, the picnic blanket under the stars, the shit that makes you cry in movies— all of that was something he knew would probably happen only in a relationship. 

The realization made him basically avoid every party his friends tried to bring him to and Jungkook couldn’t flirt to save his life in the “real world” so as sad as it may sound… everything Taehyung was saying was pretty much true. 

Jungkook took a long hit from his blunt, somehow this whole conversation just made him feel even worse. 

“Anyway though, that’s not really what I was going to mention.” Taehyung circled back.

“What… are you gonna say I should sleep with the professor next?” Jungkook was joking, but he was truly worried about what bizarre thing Taehyung might say next.

“You said it, not me.” 

“Alright then… What could possibly save me from failing this class?” Jungkook stared up at the ceiling, his eyes trained on the spinning fan above. 

“I know this girl who runs this shop downtown, she actually goes here at our school. I’ve been over there before I had big tests and didn’t really get to study, every time I’ve somehow managed to pass using this stuff she gave me.” 

For a while Jungkook didn’t say anything, too focused on the way the fan seemed to slow down if he paid attention to one of the blades. Then it hit him suddenly at what his hyung was saying and sat up to face him. 

“That’s your solution?” He was in disbelief that he was even suggesting this bullshit. 

“I know it sounds crazy, I thought it was too but I promise every time I’ve been over there I’ve somehow managed to pass my test against all odds. Her stuff is pretty expensive so I can’t go over there all the time, but I guarantee everything she sells works.” Taehyung sounded like a spokesperson for the shop. 

“Hyung…” 

“It’s perfect for desperate situations like the one you’re in now.” Taehyung smiled, satisfied with his marketing. 

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think you got scammed.” Jungkook put it plainly, going back to staring at the fan. 

“I’m telling you it works! It was worth every penny.” 

“It’s a scam.” 

“All you need to do is go over and tell her what you need help with, she’ll probably give you the same stuff she gave me. You take it home and you can either eat it or smoke it. I usually prefer the latter—“

“Hyung…” 

“Come on Jungkook, think of it as a last resort. I promise to pay you back on whatever you end up spending if you end up doing badly on your midterm!” The suggestion was serious and Jungkook was confused on how this scam had his hyung confident enough to pay him back.

In the end Jungkook promised he’d think about it before he went to get goldfish to snack on. 

As the days passed, what he never thought he would find himself even considering, started to seem like his only hope. Jungkook still didn’t understand a single line of the Iliad and his other classes were taking up all his time so he couldn’t try and ask Namjoon or any of his friends for help. 

When the exam was two days away and after a couple of breakdowns Jungkook found himself in his room, tears staining his textbooks, absolutely mentally drained from taking a test earlier that day. The only thing he could think about was that midterm that was coming up in a few days and the offer his hyung had suggested. 

It was probably a scam, it was 100% a scam, but he had nothing to lose at this point. Even if it was merely a coincidence that Taehyung managed to pass his exams, or maybe it was just the placebo effect at play, he needed whatever luck he could get. 

That’s how he somehow ended up driving himself downtown to the address Taehyung had texted him the day after he told him about the place. 

Jungkook could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the sign so unironically displayed ‘The Magic Shop’ above the door. It just made him feel even more crazy when he got out of his car and pushed open the door, a pleasant bell greeting him. 

He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting going into a place called ‘The Magic Shop’ but he was immediately hit with the pleasant scents of cinnamon and a few other spices he couldn’t remember the name of. Displayed along the shelves were mainly jars with golden labels with words he couldn’t understand along with a couple of funny looking knick knacks in between.

The place was also appropriately decorated for Halloween, or rather much of it was just tasteful fall decor with a tiny skeleton and ghost sprinkled in between. Part of him wondered if this was because of the holiday or did this place look like this all the time. 

“Hello, I’m over here!” Jungkook suddenly heard a voice call out, making him nearly jump. He quickly tried to calm himself before making his way through the aisles over to where he heard the voice. 

“Over here!” He turned his attention over to the counter. 

On his ride over he wondered what kind of girl could possibly be the type to run such a place. A lot of the time he would picture this weird old lady who had way too many cats, colorful scarves, and who was always found hunched over a cauldron brewing up something evil. Any guesses he would have always flew out the window the minute he remembered Taehyung told him that she went to their school. 

Whatever he was thinking was nowhere near the reality. He didn’t expect to be nearly knocked breathless the minute you looked up at him through your big round glasses. You were absolutely adorable and Jungkook was literally rendered speechless as he watched you carefully weigh spices on your little, gold scale by the register. 

Suddenly Jungkook did not know how to be a human being. 

“Are you just going to stare?” You asked, examining the spices up close. 

Jungkook finally snapped out of his daze and made his way over to you. 

“I–I’m sorry…” Were the first ever words he said to you and immediately he regretted it. 

“You’re fine, no need to apologize. I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you at the door. I have a big order I need to finish so…” Jungkook found himself staring at your lips as you talked, all he could think about was what it would feel like to kiss them. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again “I didn’t realize you were so busy.” 

“It’s fine, this time of the year always brings more than my regulars and I’m a major procrastinator so I always end up pretty swapped with work. What brings you to The Magic Shop?” Jungkook wondered if he should bring up why he came here considering how busy you were, but knew it would be weird if he didn’t mention it.

“My friend Taehyung suggested I come here–”

“You’re friends with Taehyung?”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he comes over here often begging me to give him discounts.”

Jungkook suddenly wanted to take it back, the embarrassment making him want to disown him.

“I have a midterm coming up in a class that I just don’t understand. He told me you might be able to help me somehow?” Jungkook felt his face heating up, a terrible sense of shame creeping up at the need to come to you for help. What if you thought he was dumb? 

You stopped what you were doing and stared at him. He couldn’t stop his palms starting to clam up at the weight of your gaze. You probably did think he was dumb.

“I–I’m normally not like this, but my friend made me take the class and the professor’s horrible and I’ve just been so stressed I–” Jungkook suddenly spilled his whole story hoping that would make you think differently but as soon as he started he regretted it.

“Hey woah woah, calm down. No judgment here.” You giggled and somehow Jungkook’s face got warmer as he played with the ends of his blue hoodie.

“Things happen, life gets in the way, people suck. It’s all good.” You reached under the counter and grabbed a sign reading ‘Payment can vary dramatically, all costs go to the ingredients in the remedy.’ in a very spooky font.

“People tend to get shocked when I tell them the price, so I just wanted to brace you.” You said now turning your attention to typing away on the register. 

Taehyung had warned him before coming here that it was expensive, but the ominous warning made him slightly nervous. 

“So when’s your test?”

“Huh?”

“Just some basic info I need to account for pricing and to make sure it works the most effectively. So when’s the test?”

“Ummm two days from now.”

“This thursday?”

“Yep.”

You typed away.

“Height and weight...” You gently smiled as you trailed off but never asked. 

“No major health concerns?”

“None that I know of.”

“Good.” 

It was silent for a while. Jungkook, as much as he tried not to stare, you made it hard not too at the way you cutely concentrated on the screen. What was wrong with him? Maybe his conversation with Taehyung made him finally realize how alone he felt, maybe he was right and he really did need to get laid again, but the way Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his chest made him know that wasn’t it.  

“Soooooooo, do you really own this place?” Jungkook asked in a desperate attempt to talk (flirt) to you. Immediately though he realized how weird that sounded. “Not that–”

“You’re fine. Yes this place is mine– well mostly mine, my grandma technically owns the building and does all the boring paperwork for it, but I’m The Magic Shop’s one and only employee.” 

“Do you just run it for fun?” Jungkook tried to rack his brain at how this arrangement could be possible. 

“Haha, not in that way. She used to work here and then my mom did then me. We used to all work together. This place has become more like a family heirloom of sorts. My grandma eventually got too tired to come here everyday and my mom got busy with her job so it’s just me now.” You didn’t seem affected at all by this.

“You never thought about hiring anyone else?” He asked as you turned to the shelves behind you and started grabbing a couple of the small jars.

“Most don’t qualify and if they do they probably have their own shop already. I don’t mind it just being me though, I’ve been managing just fine by myself over the years. Plus saves more money to buy more high quality products.” Jungkook felt his heart nearly rip in half seeing you struggle to reach up to grab one of the jars on the highest self. You were absolutely adorable. 

“Even with classes?” At this you turned around to face Jungkook, a shocked expression on your face. “Uh– Taehyung told me you go to the same school as us!” What if you thought he was some stalker?!

“Ahhh I see, of course he did… I mean it’s hard on some days but I love my job so I don’t mind the extra work.” You smiled at him before grabbing the last jar and bringing it back over to the register. You opened them all and he was immediately hit with surprisingly pleasant scents that had a smile enveloping his face. It also hit him suddenly that he had really no idea what he was buying.

“Soooo, what’s your major?” He decided to ask instead. 

“Alternative medicine is what they officially call it.” You reached under the counter and grabbed golden measuring spoons and carefully started weighing the ingredients on your scale. “It’s basically me learning about what I kind of do already.” Jungkook nodded, the detail honestly making so much sense. 

“What about you?” You asked eventually.

“Engineering…” While most would consider this something to boast about considering at their college the program was notoriously hard to get into, all he hoped in this moment was that his very logic based major was something you didn’t detest.  

“You really are a smartie then… Alright, I’m impressed.” You smiled pushing your round glasses further up the bridge of your nose. Jungkook’s received many compliments about getting into the engineering program, hell his parents even threw a whole party when he got his acceptance letter, but your words for some reason never made him feel so proud. 

You had managed to weigh all the ingredients and put them on a cloth that you gathered.

You started to type on the register. “Ok that’ll be $50.97.” You smiled at him and Jungkook couldn’t hide the look of shock on his face. Realistically he pictured expensive being at most $20 but even he thought that was unlikely. 

You seemed to pick up on this and pointed up at a sign on the wall that read ‘All products guaranteed to work!’ also in a very spooky font.

If this was any other situation he would have just left because he didn’t want to spend 50 bucks for a scam, but he was reminded that Taehyung was paying for all this if it fails. It didn’t take much to also remember this was a case he was in fact really desperate, and well…you were just hard to say no to.

That’s how, despite his brain telling him this was such a dumb idea, he still found himself pulling out his wallet and handing you his card. 

“Alright cutie, I’ll be right back, this usually takes only 15 minutes.” You said after handing him his receipt but Jungkook stopped listening the minute you called him cute. Either you seemingly didn’t notice your words or it was something you said to everyone.

At first he was about to chalk it up to the latter and this quick crush he formed for you was his reason for looking at it like that, but as you turned around he saw you stop in your tracks before hastily making your way to the back room. 

Maybe he wasn’t reaching?

As the door opened his quick glance into the room showed him a completely different vibe then the rest of the shop. Instead of the cute small town hallmark shop that he was greeted with when he walked in, he’s almost sure he saw a room that almost looked like a dungeon. Stones lined the wall, the lighting was almost non-existent, and right before the door shut behind you he’s almost sure he spotted an actual cauldron, but he just figured that to be a Halloween decoration you never put out in the shop. 

What has he gotten himself into?

While you worked in the backroom Jungkook let himself wander around the aisles of your shop, examining the jars closely and wondering what they possibly could be used for. 

As promised it wasn’t too long before you re-emerged from the backroom and came out with a little bag and handed it to him. 

“So you can either eat it with something or smoke it if you do that type of thing. They’re not any different from each other really and take the same amount of time to come into effect. Take it later tonight and you should do well on your exam— this doesn’t work though if you know absolutely nothing, make sure to look at the material once more and you should do well Jungkook.” You smiled at him and he wanted to say something. He completely missed the fact that he never told you his name. 

“We should hang out sometime?” The words were on the tip of his tongue but all he found himself saying was a simple thank you before he was making his way back to his car. 

As soon as he left he kept cursing himself for at least not asking for your number. Was he really that out of practice at flirting? 

He possibly even had the go ahead to make a move at the way you called him cute… As soon as he was alone in his car he could have squealed at the thought, but he was immediately just filled with embarrassment. 

What if that really was your go ahead? What if he just missed his chance? 

Jungkook’s lack in game was once again so obvious and all he wondered was how he was somehow able to successfully flirt with people at a party back when he was a freshman and managed to get them to sleep with him was a mystery to him as well. Maybe it was the alcohol? 

Slightly dejected Jungkook drove back to the apartment and immediately went to open the little bag you gave him. Inside was another tiny bag that had a ribbon wrapped around it along with a card attached:

‘Good luck with your exam cutie ;)’ 

Oh.

Oh.

Jungkook felt his face flush. So he really was an idiot then?

He untied the ribbon and was again met with the scents of cinnamon. In the bag itself was a black powdery substance and he couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to help him pass his exam. Despite his doubts he decided to make himself an early dinner and sprinkled some of the magical black stuff on his chicken alfredo microwave meal.

It didn’t taste like anything but he couldn’t deny that he felt tingles through his body, but he didn’t think that it meant anything. 

Right after he went straight to his copy of the Iliad hoping whatever you gave him wouldn’t kill him and somehow his test scores would improve. 

Two days later he sat staring at the submit button for longer than he wanted to double— triple… he checked over his answers seven times before he finally felt even the slightest bit comfortable clicking submit. He probably would have kept going if the one minute warning didn’t pop up and he closed his eyes as he finally clicked the button.

Jungkook waited a solid minute. His peers that were left in the classroom were already packing up their stuff and leaving the lecture hall, but he waited, praying to every possible deity he could before he finally opened his eyes. 

He could hardly believe his eyes. 

98%

Jungkook could have cried at that very moment, he almost did but he was already getting concerned glances from his peers. 

He left the hall to Namjoon standing outside the hall waiting for him and he couldn’t help boasting to his hyung about his unbelievable score. 

When he got back to the apartment he got a lot of “I told you so”s from Taehyung which he didn’t mind but it did make him wonder what your role might have been. He couldn’t lie, the minute after he ate whatever you gave him and went back to the Iliad, a lot of the lines made a lot more sense and he could remember the countless characters in the story. 

Maybe he just had a good study day or maybe… 

It was a few days later that Jungkook finally managed to muster up the courage and return to your little shop downtown. He was running solely off of adrenaline as he made his way inside to see you. You were behind the counter like you were the first time he met you and you barely got to say hello before he was saying the words he wanted to say since he left. 

“Doyouwanttohangoutsometime?” He said it too fast and as the silence hung in the air and your confused expression seemed to grow even more bewildered that adrenaline he had when coming in started to fade. 

Did he already mess this up? 

“You want to hang out with me?” You repeated back and Jungkook was honestly confused on how you understood him. He pulled himself together and pulled out the card you had given him and tried to put back on his confident face. 

“I think you’re cute too.” Jungkook cringed at his words, quickly realizing he sounded like some middle schooler. 

“I— I ummm I wanted to ask you out on a date… or it doesn’t have to be! We could always just hang out if that’s what you prefer.” Jungkook’s face was growing warm again, embarrassed to the point he feared he may explode. 

Jungkook didn’t really know what you might say but he started turning red when you started laughing. 

“Did your exam go well?” You asked. 

“98%… I could hardly believe it…” He tried to join in on whatever the joke was but he was confused and flustered, worried he fucked this up. 

“Mmmm I’m glad… it seems like it still hasn’t worn off, you were so nervous last time. Alright, where are you taking me?” You smiled at him. 

Jungkook had no way of knowing what that could have meant at the time but all he could focus on was that somehow you agreed to go out with him despite the shitstorm his attempt was at trying to ask you out. 

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If you’re curious I finished the course with an 83%, a B, not an A like I was hoping for, but it was certainly better than what I was expecting. Y/n helped me a lot understanding our last two units and I did a lot better overall after the midterm :)

Our first date was at this cute cafe that was decorated with these beautiful plants growing everywhere we turned. Y/n said it was a bit cheesy but she ended up spending the whole time gushing about all the different plants around the cafe. We ended up spending an extra thirty minutes there going around to every catus, succulent, fern, and taking pictures so she could add them to her collection at home. It's still one of our favorite places to visit every now and again.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit we went on more “dates” than I can count. We were more like friends for a while despite being pretty obvious with our feelings. We hung out a lot after class, I helped her a lot with some of her homework, she met my friends and we would all hang out pretty often (I quickly learned she didn’t have very many, but Y/n would always make the excuse and say the people I hung with were just much cooler). 

She steadily started to work her way into my life and finally one day I mustered up the courage to make it official. 

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Jungkook and you had been hanging out at the park that day. You always said it gave you inspiration so you both tended to frequent there after your last class. You both weren’t saying too much, just admiring the view.

“Would you leave me if you were a bird?” You asked him randomly as you both were looking at the lake, a flock of birds flying over catching your attention. 

Jungkook turned to you a little confused. One of the reasons he liked you so much was simply put… you were weird, sometimes even weirder than he was and many of his friends would agree that was a bar they never thought could have been passed. 

“Mmmm no, I would just be like one of those birds pirates have. I’d live on your shoulder.” He smiled at you but your attention was still on the water in front of you both. “Why’d you ask?” 

“I don’t know… you don’t think you would feel trapped being on my shoulder? I mean you could be out flying and seeing the world, but you’re stuck being my… pet.” This was a weird question, something not entirely out of the ordinary for you to ask, but he could immediately tell by your tone you seemed a little down which was more strange.

“I’m not your pet!” Jungkook giggled, hoping to make you smile, but was still concerned about your somber mood. “I’m just a bird on your shoulder. I could fly away at any time but I like being by your side. You’re fun.” He smiled. 

“You don’t think I’m weird?” 

“No— well, maybe a little…” 

“Jungkook! That was your cue to say something romantic like ‘No Y/n you’re perfect~’” You clasped your hands together and batted your eyelashes imagining how much your heart would have melted. Gone was the sadness from your voice, but this was again just one of those cues that Jungkook had a habit of missing.

“You asked!” He tried to defend, but a gentle slap on his arm was sent his way anyway. 

“I’m trying to help you out Jungkook, we’ve been just ‘hanging out’ for months…” You sighed kicking around the dirt underneath the bench. 

It took him a minute to realize what you were implying, but as soon as he did he felt his face light up again. Things really had been on a stand still since he asked you out last semester…

Deciding not to overthink things Jungkook rested his hand on top of yours and interlaced your fingers. “Is this romantic enough for you?” He chuckled, but he was blushing. 

“No.” You said so suddenly, making his attention turn back to you. “I want to skip all the in between. This slow burn has been going on for long enough, I want you to kiss me.” Jungkook was waiting for you to start laughing but he searched your eyes and you seemed genuine, so genuine it almost hurt. 

Jungkook was operating on autopilot at that point and he started to lean in but your finger came over his lips and stopped him. 

“What if I really am too weird? What if you get scared and run away?” It was a cry that almost seemed like he wasn’t supposed to hear, a thought that had been bouncing around in your head so much you finally had to ask. Of course at the time Jungkook had no idea what you were talking about, but no matter what this ‘dark secret’ was that you were keeping from him he really didn’t care. 

This excruciating slow burn that has been happening for the last few months have been some of the best he could have experienced. He finally had a reason to come out of his room, only in a matter of a few months you had become the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up, and the very thing he falls asleep to. He loved the way you’d text him at odd hours in the night and how you’d FaceTime him to fall asleep. He loved being near you and only wanted to pull you closer anytime you were together. 

In that moment nothing you could have said would have stopped him as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug. 

“You’re my weirdo. Let’s stop playing this game… I want you.” His eyes were trained on your lips and he slowly started to lean in again. 

“Where’d this confidence come from?” You smirked and he could have exploded the minute you glanced down at his lips, the tingles running through his body could have powered a whole city. 

“I told you, I want you.” His tone was low and all he wanted to do was kiss you. 

“Is this what I think it means?” 

Jungkook was going to tell you yes, yes he wanted you to be his girlfriend but he couldn’t stand it any longer and finally closed the distance between you two. 

It was like something you would see in a movie. The setting sun in front of you, as you kissed in front of the little pond. Your lips were so soft as they moved against his own. His heart was pounding but he felt so comforted in your arms, you were so sweet, so his. 

Jungkook had no idea how it happened but somehow you found yourselves bursting through your front door of your apartment, not allowing a moment of separation. Maybe it was his fault… it probably was his fault considering how long it’s been since he’d been with someone like that, or the fact he’s never felt like that before, but in the dark he ended up tripping over your couch. You both laughed and you seized the moment, taking a seat on his lap and rode his cock till he cried. 

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Our relationship was “normal'' for about a month before I started to notice things. I had noticed things the minute we started hanging out but now that we were official, it started to become a little hard to hide them.

One of the first things I picked up was the fact she knew things I knew I had never told her before. Unlike what happened the first day we met, I would notice there would be times we were talking and she would bring up details of stories I hadn’t mentioned yet, or thoughts I had yet to tell her. At first I figured it was just me forgetting (it’s what I kept telling myself until she finally told me what was going on) but even I started to question myself when it kept happening. 

A specific incident was this one time Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Y/n, and I went out to karaoke. We had played a drinking game and the loser was dared to sing at this bar we knew was hosting Karaoke night. 

Y/n was the one that had lost, we all were prepared to go up there and sing eventually but she was going to be first. None of us, but me especially, was not prepared at all when she got up to do her cover of Ariana Grande’s song Greedy, for her to sound so magical. She seemed so shy, even needing to start over because she ended up laughing, but the minute the song started a second time she blew everyone in the bar away with her voice. 

I was so consumed with trying to process the situation, figuring out a way to convince Jimin to go next because her performance made me a little too excited, and also trying to figure out the quickest way to get us out of there and back to her apartment, that I practically dismissed someone in the background telling everyone to look out the windows. I had looked and noticed that a bunch of pigeons, cats, dogs, rats, and for some reason a deer had seemingly gathered to watch her performance, but I paid it no mind when she made it back to the table because she looked so amazing up there and I enjoyed it way too much when I pulled her into my lap to let everyone in the bar know that this was my girlfriend. 

To be honest, the reason she was able to hide it for so long had a lot to do with my ignorance, a bunch of situations going over my head that might have seemed obvious to someone else.  

There was one time Y/n ended up sick. I decided to stay over at her apartment, despite her protest because I wanted to be a good boyfriend and take care of her.

Well it was weird, but everytime she sneezed this painting she kept on the wall would move completely off center. I had questioned it, but she would always say that it was the wind. It wasn’t a bad excuse because the window was open and it had been pretty windy that day. I’d move it back each time, but everytime she sneezed (I didn’t notice the pattern till later) it would move a good 70 degrees to the left. 

What was even stranger was when I went out to make her some soup I came back to find everything in complete disarray, that painting was upside down, the clothes in her drawer had flown out across the room, and the pile of stuffed animals that sat neatly on a chair in the corner had seemingly been thrown around everywhere. 

You would think I would question it but when she said it was the wind I simply closed the window and went to work trying to fix everything.

Y/n told me eventually that it got to a point where she started to feel guilty about this big secret she had yet to tell me. It was something she felt would be the deal breaker for our relationship that as time passed the harder it seemed to tell me. 

It was at the one and a half month mark of our relationship that the secret finally boiled over. 

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You and Jungkook walked hand in hand back to your apartment after a night out in the town. You both decided to head out to celebrate the school year being over and made a little date out of it. 

Jungkook just wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant but when you both were on your way back to your apartment you passed an arcade and ended up spending way too much time and money trying to beat each other at all the games. In the end he had won and in reconciliation he tried to win you this giant stuffed bear that he noticed you had been eyeing all night. 

In one hand was Jungkook’s and the other was the bear that he worked so hard to get you. He was beaming ear to ear remembering his cool boyfriend move, the way he handed you the bear and how your eyes lit up when you snuggled it in your arms. 

That night was just so romantic. You both had walked along the path that was right by the river, the water gently washed by and the moonlight was beautifully reflecting off the water, the moon had been full and bathed you both in its soft light. Jungkook had told you that he was taking you someplace nice so he had dressed up in a suit for the occasion and you had taken hours dolling yourself up, your plum-colored, sparkly dress was immaculate, the back hanging low and a glorious slit coming up all the way to your thigh. The dress tightly hugged your curves in a way that had Jungkook constantly fantasizing about what he might do to you once you got back to your place. 

As the both of you walked and got closer to your apartment Jungkook had still been riding on the high of the date, but he started to notice how quiet you had gotten and the way you started to drag behind him. While he was holding your hand still, it almost looked like he was pulling you along instead of walking with him as you started to get slower. 

At first he wondered if you were just tired from all the walking you ended up doing, already thinking about how you would react if he offered to carry you back, but one glance behind him was enough to see your dazed and almost pained expression on your features. 

Immediately Jungkook stopped and turned to face you, extremely concerned. 

“Are you ok?” He asked gently. 

Silence passed for a little while and each second he started to become more concerned.

“No.” You mumbled. Jungkook noticed the quivering in your voice and immediately he started to panic. At that point he had never seen you cry like this before. 

What could have possibly made you so upset on what he thought was one of the greatest nights you’ve shared? He tried to rack his brain on what he might have done to make you so upset but everything he thought of just resulted in a big ERROR which made him panic even more. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He tried to stay as calm as possible, but his words finally made the tears in your eyes spill over and he immediately felt his eyes welling up. 

You broke down right there, your sobs made him feel like he might as well have been cut in half seeing you like that. He hastily pulled you into his arms and gently caressed your hair, trying his best to soothe you but your sobs easily got to him and the tears were quick to start rolling down his cheeks as well. 

Your arms wrapped around him tightly almost as if you were pleading him not to leave you alone and hugged you tighter to hopefully let you know he would never. 

You both were standing there for a good few minutes, Jungkook trying his best to console you and you just poured out all the emotion that you had kept bottled up inside. 

Eventually you finally pulled away and looked up at him, your tear streaked face and sniffles had all new tears spilling from his eyes. 

“Ba— Y/n… please, what’s going on— what-what’s made you so upset?” He looked you in your eyes, pleading for you to tell him. Just the thought of it possibly being something he did… 

“Did—did I do something?” He finally asked.

You seemed to panic at this. “No! No Jungkook, it’s nothing that you did.” 

“What happened then?” There was a sense of relief knowing he didn’t miss up tonight, but he couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice knowing how that opened up a whole new can of worms.

“Nothing happened… or well— it’s me I guess, I happened.” You looked down at the ground, seemingly ashamed. 

“What do you mean you happened? Y/n you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He grabbed onto your hands and gently rubbed his thumb over your digits. 

“No I can’t…” You said softly, a tear occasionally running down your cheek. 

“Wha—“ 

“I have a secret that I’ve been keeping since we met… I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I just… I don’t think you’ll look at me the same way and—“ You hurried out, looking up at him with watery eyes. 

“Y/n what do you mean?” 

“Jungkook I really… really, really, really like you and I’ve never told someone this before and I’m just scared… scared you’ll be scared of me.” You sobbed and Jungkook was just puzzled. 

He grabbed onto your shoulders making you look up at him again. “Y/n is this the part where you tell me you’re a serial killer with twenty victims and are about to make me the twenty first?” 

He could have melted when he saw the way you cracked a smile at the joke. 

“No I’m not.” 

“No victims?”

“No.” You smiled slightly.

“Well then what you’re about to say can’t be that bad!” He reached up and caressed your cheek softly, wiping away your tears. 

“You don’t know that… I just… I don’t want you to leave me once you find out.” You gripped tightly onto his suit jacket, scared if you let go he might go running. 

“I promise I’m not leaving you because of this.”

“But you might—“ 

“Y/n please tell me so I can prove you wrong. I feel like you’re building this up too much. I’m not leaving okay? You can tell me.” He sent you a reassuring smile. 

You looked up at him, knowing you had to do this at this point. You couldn’t keep this from him any longer and you hated lying to him. 

With a deep breath you grabbed onto his hand and speedily led the both of you back to The Magic Shop. You didn’t live too far from where you both stopped so it was only a 10 minute speed walk until you were crossing the street to head into the shop.  

You hurriedly pulled out your keys and grabbed onto the golden, almost cartoonishly fancy one and pushed it into the keyhole unlocking the door and pulling you both in. 

Jungkook was confused on what this secret had to do with The Magic Shop but he still followed you as you led him to the door that went behind the counter and further back to the door that went to the back room.

At this he was honestly intrigued. Despite knowing each other for months he had never been into the back room before. Most of the time he would hang out with you in front of the counter, but occasionally especially when he came over to tutor you, you would let him sit behind the counter as you both worked through your calculus problems. 

The only inkling of what was back there was when he saw you go back there the day you both met and from what he remembers it was… interesting. 

You didn’t glance behind you as you pushed open the door to reveal the room. 

Just like he had seen that day, stone lined the walls with another door on each wall, the room was dimly lit, boxes stacked against the walls and right in the center of the room was that same golden cauldron he had sworn he had seen before the door closed behind you that day. 

“What’s this?” He asked as you brushed past it. 

“Oh, I got it for the shop for Halloween two years ago but it was too big for me to put it anywhere. I’ve been meaning to put it away but it’s heavy and I’m lazy.” You said turning around to face him and he awed realizing his first assumption was right. 

“What’s behind that door?” He pointed to the left. The door on his right clearly had a bathroom sign and you were standing by the door in front of him. 

“Oh, it’s just a storage closet, plus where I keep inventory for the shop.” He nodded. He was mainly asking questions wondering how any of this could be a hint at the big secret that made you break down like that, but he was just confused. 

He moved so he was standing with you in front of the door. 

“I’m assuming this is where the big secret is?” He asked and you nodded. You moved so you were facing him. Jungkook noticed your grip on the bear he won for you was extra tight. 

“Promise not to freak out?” You asked. 

“I promise, I’m not running away.” He smiled at you trying best to calm you down, sensing you were nervous. 

You took a deep breath before opening the door. Jungkook really didn’t know what he was expecting but a small closet with a couple of mops, brooms, and cleaning supplies was not what he was expecting was going to be the big reveal. 

He looked at you a little confused. “This is it?” He questioned. 

You shook your head.

You closed the door. “Open it again.” You commanded and moved so you were standing beside him again. 

Jungkook was confused by this but when he felt your hand snake into his and grab onto him tightly, he hurriedly did as you asked. 

Instead of the utility closet he saw before, was a room he couldn’t even recognize belonged to the same building. Jungkook slowly stepped in and tried to take in everything in the room. 

It seemed like something out of a fairytale. The room was huge, a second floor somehow fit along the side of the room, the entire wall being covered with books. A light pink cauldron with flowers covering it sat in the center of the room along with a pedestal and what seemed like a fancy book sitting on top of it. On the wall furthest to where he stood were shelves of vials filled with brightly colored liquids. 

The room was also covered in scarves, the fabrics draping along the walls, hanging from the ceiling and was wrapped around the banister on the second floor. Giant windows sat in the wall opposite to the bookshelves, the light outside so bright you couldn’t see out of them, but casted the entire room in this ethereal, heavenly glow. The room had an elegance he couldn’t quite comprehend, the regal furniture that decorated the room, the paintings as well seemed like something straight out of the renaissance. What really made this room stand out was the sparkles that shone in the sunlight and the countless amount of books and vials that were seemingly floating around the room. 

The room didn’t seem real and Jungkook’s logical brain tried to wrack how any of this was possible, how he even got here in the first place. A tad bit overwhelmed, he turned around to face you.

The sparkles that were in the air crowded around you and your soft gaze made his heart melt. You were absolutely stunning and why his brain was desperate for a why and how all he could focus on was you. This, all this, for some reason felt like he was seeing you truly for the first time. 

Jungkook walked back over to you. 

“Y/n…” His voice was soft, truly at a loss for words. 

“I’mawitch.” You hurried before you lost your confidence. 

He didn’t react the way you expected. Anytime you ever thought of bringing someone back here it always resulted in them running out here, ready to burn you on the stake, but he looked at you with so much adoration you didn’t really know what to say. 

He looked around the room, now that he was facing you, he could also see the countless amounts of brooms that lined the walls as well, but his attention quickly went back down to your eyes. 

“Are you scared?” You finally asked after he didn’t say anything. 

“This is all… it’s magic…” He asked, glancing around the room. 

You nodded slowly. “I know this might be a lot to take in right now and you probably have so many questions and I’m happy to answer any one you might—“ You didn’t get to finish before Jungkook pulled you close and kissed your lips. He was so soft and gentle and you could have screamed at how much he gave you butterflies. 

When Jungkook slowly pulled away he was shocked to find the sparkles in the room had formed together to create small butterflies flying across the room. 

“Did you…?” He looked at you. 

You nodded once again. “That kinda happens in this room… you give me butterflies.” You chuckled nervously and you felt his grip on your waist tighten. 

“Y/n I have no idea what’s going on right now and I probably will have a billion questions about this later but… this is so beautiful, seeing you like this is so beautiful.” You looked like a goddess to him with the sparkles around you and this dress shinning even more in the light. “You’re so beautiful, my mind is blanking and all I want to do is take you over there on your fancy fainting couch and—“ 

He finally stopped and let himself breathe for a second as he pulled you closer to him. “Y/n I need you so bad right now it hurts…” He could have cried, he felt the tears wanting to come up but he didn’t let them, instead he kissed you softly and peered into your eyes. 

“You’re not scared?” This was definitely not the response you were expecting. 

“Not at all, just confused and horny.” He moved down to your neck and started kissing it gently. 

Part of you wanted to cry, all your life you had expected the worst if you ever got to this stage with someone. Your mother and grandma would always tell you the only human that was allowed in your special room was the person you felt you were going to marry. Your whole life you feared people getting close and finding out this side of you, the first person outside of your family to see you truly and to see it had this type of effect on him… Jungkook, the man who gave you butterflies…

You hurriedly threw the bear you were holding onto a chair and wrapped your arms around him as he started sucking lightly on the soft skin. The room was suddenly shrouded in red and all the candles that sat around the room lit up. Jungkook noticed this and he nearly whined as he hurriedly picked you up and over to your dramatic fainting couch. He quickly got on top of you and started kissing you once more. 

“Oh my gosh you’re so fucking hot.” He couldn’t stop the whine this time as his hand felt the skin between the slit of your dress, his desperate hands squeezing your thigh. 

“I didn’t know magic would get to you like this…” You giggled as he started hiking up your dress. 

“Are you kidding? I had the biggest crush on Sailor Moon when I was younger…” Jungkook recounted as he pulled you to the edge of the couch and got off the couch and moved you so your thighs rested on his shoulders.

He wasn’t lying either, her posters were sprinkled in between all his comic book posters back in his parents house. 

He was a major fucking nerd and his nerdiest of nerd dreams was a superhero or one of the sailor moon characters swooping into his room and bringing him along on their journies as they fall in love. 

You were a dream he didn’t know was possible, come true. 

He wanted to ask so many questions, he probably was going the minute he could stop thinking with his dick for one second, but you were so cool and hot and—

He tugged down the soaked thong you were wearing, nearly tearing it off in the process. 

“I love you so much…” He confessed right then in there before he hurriedly dove in to ravage your soaking pussy.

This is the night you wholeheartedly admit to crying. You cried as he gave you more orgasms then you could remember, you cried when he came up and fucked you on your couch, you cried in his arms afterward as he was asking you about every possible detail of your life as a witch. 

It was all so… it was honestly the most magical night you ever had. 

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I won’t tell you everything she told me but I learned a lot that night. All witches are women (this was also the time how she went on a tangent about how The Magic Shop won’t have another employee unless she had a daughter one day— making my love sick ass immediately start fantasizing about the possibility) who just have more abilities than the average human. She assured me that she wasn’t evil and only practices magic in order to help people around the world. She also explained the way she practices magic. 

Most of the time she only uses her abilities to ‘enchant’ people’s orders. It was through a combination of different ingredients and her magical touch was, as she put it, the “secret sauce” to bring it to life. But Y/n also has a lot of other fun abilities. She took this time to explain a lot of weird things that have been happening in our relationship. One time when I stayed the night at her place and she was showering, she didn’t notice me sneaking in and I ended up scaring her pretty badly— well right in that moment a pipe burst. I laughed at the horrid timing but apparently that had been magic at play and I was just horrible. 

After that day in her special room we became closer than ever. Our last year of college passed and we ended up moving in together. At that point I was hardly at the apartment anymore anyway. The only times I went over there was to hang and occasionally smoke with Taehyung (but she usually came with me during those times), or to get something to bring over to her apartment so the switch wasn’t all too dramatic. 

She had ended up surprising me with a key to her place at the graduation “party” we had with our friends. I had been mainly using the spare key she had, but it was my own fancy key that was similar to The Magic Shop’s. 

I moved all my stuff out over that summer and was pretty quick settling into everything. 

The whole situation was perfect timing as the apartment she lived in was in the space right above the shop. The downtown part of our town is pretty expensive to live in but since her family owned the whole building it worked out for the better. 

I got a job a few weeks later at a software engineering company that wasn’t too far, campus also wasn’t too far and I ended up going back to school to get my masters so it was great for my schedule. 

Y/n began opening the shop Monday-Friday and it became her full time job, she wanted to take some time to establish the shop a little more before she would go back to school to begin her long journey at getting her doctorate. 

The years we’ve been living together have all been amazing, but I just wanted to conclude this post with a couple of funny anecdotes because living with a witch has been an… interesting experience. 

(He’s loved it >:D)

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Jungkook had come home a little earlier than usual. After getting off of work he checked his phone to see that his class had been canceled and headed straight home. He was excited because his weekend was finally starting after a long week and he had been missing you all day. 

You had woken him up with breakfast in bed because earlier he had called in about coming into work a little later after the fact he’d gone to bed with a bad fever. You came in there looking like an angel as you handed him pancakes and oj, saying it contained your special touch. You checked his fever and it had gone down a little in his sleep but the minute he started eating the breakfast he instantly felt a billion times better. 

He was tempted to just call in sick for work that day because after he finished you both cuddled (something he claimed was the last touch to make him feel better) and the last thing he wanted was to tear himself away from your warmth. He hated when the alarm went off to tell him to get ready but he had an important class to go to after work and he knew he wouldn’t go out later if he stayed. 

In the end he found himself at his desk for a few less hours than normal as he spent the day texting you occasionally to tell you how much he missed you. 

That important class that forced him out of bed earlier ended up canceled and as much as he would have enjoyed that free day he could have had, he was also happy to still have that sick day. 

So he went home after stopping to grab a little desert for you both at that plant cafe.

As Jungkook opened the door he was a tad bit disappointed to not find you anywhere, but he quickly figured you must be in your special room. 

He had learned soon after you told him about this secret side of yourself that there was actually a door you used to get to the room upstairs in your apartment. It had been a door you kept locked and beforehand always just told him it led to a storage room, but he was quick to learn that it was a way to get there without going downstairs to the shop. Ever since Jungkook moved in you always kept the door ‘unlocked’ so he could come in at any time. 

Jungkook knocked slightly before pushing open the door. Usually you would be there working on some type of order for your clients, who typically were other witches or firm believers in alternative medicine. 

Sometimes he was a little shocked at how many clients you would typically get considering if they weren’t a witch no one would know that your products really work the way they say they do. 

The Magic Shop had made a name for itself though, after your grandma founded the business and your mother ran the shop for a little while, the name had spread across town. There were apparently a lot more witches in the town than he originally thought and the shop had a loyal fan base of people who preferred alternative medicine and a bunch of curious people who would stop by to check out the place. Not to mention all of the witches who would stop by for ingredients or ready-made enchantments. As a result you sometimes seemed more swamped with work than he was. Considering he had a full time job and still went to school, Jungkook would often come home to find you busy preparing orders long after he was ready to turn in for the night. 

He was expecting to see you with your big round glasses looking into that fancy book with the cauldron glowing like he usually might, what he didn’t expect was a sight straight out of a horror movie.  

The typical bright room was dark and your cauldron was spilling this ominous red smoke that settled at the bottom of the room. If that wasn’t bad, right in front of him was a glowing symbol on the floor and right in the middle of it was you, hovering in the center of it. Your pupils were gone and you had this terrifying ghostly appearance that Jungkook had never seen before that had him instantly reacting. 

“Y/n!” He practically screamed, fully believing something went wrong and something bad was happening. 

At his voice you quite dramatically dropped to the floor, all the eerie ambience being sucked back into your cauldron. 

Jungkook quickly ran over to you, terrified at what might have happened. 

He picked you up and his panic only got worse when he saw your eyes were closed. 

“Y/n! Y/n wake up please!” He was so panicked and almost on the verge of tears but your eyes started to flutter open.

“Ow…” You groaned, your back sore from the fall. 

“Y/n, are you ok?” He asked, concerned. What he didn’t expect though was your annoyed glare at him. 

“Jungkook, why'd you need to scream? I was almost done with the ritual too…” you sighed. 

He looked at you confused and it was only then that you realized how surprised he probably was at the sight. You were still annoyed though, that took you nearly all day to do. 

“I was doing a ritual… I wasn’t possessed or anything. I was trying to increase our chances at winning tonight’s lottery, the prize reached 500 million dollars.” You could still taste the margarita you were gonna have on your private island if you and Jungkook won. 

Jungkook awed and almost looked like a kicked puppy when he realized he interrupted you doing something important. 

“I’m sorry…” He whispered and you hated seeing him so sad. 

“It’s alright… no need to panic though next time you walk in to see something like this. Rituals are a bit… strange but I’m fine, don’t worry baby.” You grabbed ahold of his hand and smiled at him. 

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked, and you could tell he still felt bad. “I don’t have 500 million to give you but—“

“Gimme a daughter, at least maybe with an extra set of hands I can retire to that private island quicker.” You were both joking and being completely serious. You expected him to laugh with you, but you noticed his face getting red. 

“For now though you can just give me a massage. I hurt my back when I fell.” He pepped up at your request and grabbed your hand to lead you both back to the bedroom. 

“Y/n…” Jungkook called you as you closed the door to your special room behind you.

“Yesss?” 

He suddenly turned around to face you. “I promise you won’t have to work as hard some day… I’ll make sure of it.” His words were sweet but there was a fire in his eyes that made a shiver run down your spine. 

You knew exactly what he meant by that.

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Jungkook was hanging out with you in your special room on a Saturday he had no work to do. Normally, he liked to give you your privacy whenever you worked here, but he was bored and you said it was fine to watch. 

Not too much had happened while he was there, you had mostly been reading in your fancy book— you explained earlier that most of the time you’re just researching and experimenting with different spells and enchantments. Your cauldron glowed slightly as you stirred the mysterious liquid inside, each time you tossed in a new ingredient small little fireworks would shoot out. 

The whole process you feared would bore him, telling Jungkook occasionally that he could leave whenever he got bored, but he continued to sit on one of your fancy bar stools by the cauldron, entranced and completely fascinated by your work. 

A while ago, soon after you showed him the room he finally asked you where all your fancy furniture came from, to which you explained that it had always been here. Apparently the room is tied with your abilities. 

You told him that witches undergo a special ceremony when they turn 13 that allows them to open their own room, which then unlocks a majority of their magical abilities, young witches only are able to do so much until they are ready to open their room. The room was created around you essentially and it’s looked like this ever since you opened it for the first time, besides a majority of the books you had bought over the years along with the brooms you’ve collected. 

Jungkook just stared at you as you worked, finding this whole thing still a bit unreal that he was dating you. He couldn’t help reminding you every few minutes on how cool you were whenever you would toss in a new ingredient or when you emptied a beaker you would toss it up and it would float back over to your shelf, and how sexy it was to watch you work. The sparkles that shined around the room flocked to you and made you shine so prettily and your look of concentration was incredibly endearing to watch. You made his heart melt without even doing much. 

The fact you liked him back was something he found a little hard to believe at times, seeing how extraordinary your world was and then looking at his own… extremely ordinary world. 

To make matters worse he knew that you were a hot topic in the community, a young witch as pretty as you were who ran a successful shop by herself was something all the witches would talk about, especially the families who had warlocks in their family. Yes, they exist, it is pretty rare to have a guy get passed down the spark that witches would have, but it happens very very occasionally under special conditions that no one has managed to figure out yet and two apparently lived in your little town. 

One Jungkook had never met before and you never really talked about too much, but the other, his twin, was someone Jungkook knew frequented the shop often. He’s seen it first hand, even when he was standing right beside you helping you out downstairs, Victor (ew >.<) would just walk in and hit on you. Jungkook even knew there were others outside the town who knew about you and would come by hoping to come by and win your heart. 

You had also told him that a lot of people would have jumped on the opportunity to date a warlock, they were rare, powerful, had a lot of influence, and your future kids together would be extremely powerful with both magical parents. Victor wasn’t a bad looking guy, he’s someone a lot of your witchy friends often swooned over. He was just a little older than you both, him and his brother graduating the same year as Taehyung did, the three of them somehow knowing each other (Taehyung not sensing drama, made sure to add when Jungkook was ranting to him that he “loved those guys” and “that they threw awesome parties”). His family was also pretty well off owning another successful magic shop. 

Victor wasn’t even a bad guy, he was just very adamant about dating you. You’ve told him he’s someone who's highly respected in the community. 

All of these details made him so confused on how, despite the opportunity, you still picked him. He tried not to think about it too much because he knew that mentality would make him incredibly insecure and jealous, that being a clear recipe for disaster in a relationship, but watching you here right now made him think about it sometimes. 

What if you were better off with Victor? (I want Jungkookie >:O)

Jungkook’s eyes widened when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around his shoulders. You lightly kissed his neck. 

“You okay? I’m sensing a whole lot of negative energy over here…” You chuckled lightly, but you seemed worried. 

Jungkook didn’t say anything and spun around in his barstool so he was facing you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close so he could kiss you. You were a little surprised, but happily melted into it, enjoying the way his lips moved against yours. When he pulled away he pulled you close once more into a hug and rested his head on your shoulder. 

“Thinking things I don’t want to…” He sighed. 

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, now really concerned.

“No— it's not that big of a deal, feel better already hugging you like this.” He really did, holding you like this made any of those silly thoughts go away. You picked him at the end of the day and he wanted you to keep picking him everyday. Just the thought of not being able to be with you like this was enough to fuel him into wanting to go over to Victor’s fancy ass mansion and punch him in the face the minute he opened the door and tell him to actually fuck off. 

You loved him, your family loved him, his family loved you, all the people whose opinions really matter approved of your relationship. Who fucking cares about stupid Victor?

“You sure?” You reaffirmed. 

“Yeah, sorry for disturbing you.” He apologized when he looked back over at the bubbling mixture in your cauldron. 

“It’s fine, things weren’t going well anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can’t figure out how to make it not result in someone spontaneously combusting— I think I put too much Yvetris in it or—“ You rambled.

“Wait what?” 

“Don’t worry about it, I was just going to ask if you wanted to take a break?” You smiled at him, a little tired of working. 

Oh?

Jungkook eagerly nodded already a few ideas about what to do during this break, the main one involved you bent over one of these tables, naked and screaming his name, because fuck Victor. 

You smiled but then your attention turned behind him and he turned around to see you were looking at your wall full of brooms. Your eyes lit up at an idea. 

You ran past him and over to the wall. 

“Do you actually ride those?” He questioned, always a little unsure of what they were up there for. 

“What did you think I did with them?” You laughed, searching for the right one. 

“I don’t know, I thought they were all replacements for that broom.” He pointed over to the one that was sweeping beside him and it swiftly came up and hit him. 

“Ow!” He groaned, rubbing his head as the broom almost sassily went back to sweeping. 

“Now you offended him!” You sighed, turning around and looking at them both. You knew your broom did not forgive easily. 

“Sorry…” He looked back at the broom as it flew up to sweep on the second floor. 

“You didn’t know— but no, he’s a different kind of broom.” You chuckled, going back to looking through your collection. 

He honestly should have figured, the broom that would always sweep around your special room was a lot more plain compared to the brooms that lined your wall. The handle being made of a ridgid dark wood, and the gray bristles was something he always pictured a witch’s broom to look like. The ones on your walls came in all kinds of varieties, they all seemed to sparkle the same way you did in here, some were made of white wood, dark wood, some sparkled of gold, and the engravings into them were unreal. 

“Which one?” You turned back and asked. 

Jungkook pointed at the one that he deemed a classic, a beautiful dark wood with light strips running through it and golden bristles coming out the back. The engravings are what made him love it, the indicate swirls and patterns completed it so well, he always found himself staring at that one in particular whenever he was in here.  

You smiled at him and he watched as the broom flew down into your hand. 

“Where’d you get all of them?” Jungkook asked as you walked back over to him. 

“I pretty much bought most of them. I’m a big fan of collecting brooms as you can probably tell. I used to compete in tournaments when I was in high school and the prizes often were these really cool brooms and it kinda inspired me to start collecting them.” You giggled. 

“Wait… tournaments?” 

“Yeah there’s this team that we have here and we compete against other nearby towns, sometimes even on a national scale, and there was once we made it to the world league. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty good and won a lot.” You pointed over to the corner where you kept all your trophies and medals, sitting on top of the case was your bear that he won you a few years ago. 

“Why does my girlfriend keep getting cooler and cooler?” Jungkook wanted to say something about Quidditch, but he couldn’t think about his joke anymore… 

“Stoopppp, now, cmon, let’s go for a late night ride~” You turned the broom to the side and Jungkook watched as handlebars and a long bench appeared on top. 

“Holy shit…” Jungkook awed as he got up from the bar stool. He felt like he was dreaming, high, or maybe even both. Then again, he’s felt this way ever since you showed him this part of your life. 

You hopped on top so you were straddling the bench and grabbed onto the handles. You ushered him over and told him to hold on tight. It was only when he sat down did he realize you were already floating. 

You smiled back at him before the broom started flying up to the circular, stained glass window that was at the top of the wall of windows. Jungkook held onto you tight like you advised, laughing and cheering as he watched you both rise higher off the ground. 

Jungkook then turned his attention to the circular window and how it disappeared before you both quickly flew through, sparkles coming flying out with you. Jungkook had no idea what he thought the outside of this room led to, but he was shocked to see you both flying high above in the sky, the clouds far down below and the moon, full, big, and beautiful shining over your little town. 

Jungkook just stared down and around at the amazing view, unable to believe what he was seeing. 

This had to be a dream. 

“No one can see us! I’ll fly us a little lower!” You yelled over the wind quickly rushing past. Jungkook hardly had any time to prepare before you both were soaring downward straight for the town down below, all he could do was hold on and watch as the ground got closer. 

He was screaming, was he terrified? A little, but he loved things like this and he was excited because he trusted you. 

The buildings steadily got closer till he could make out the cars and which buildings were which. Over there was the river you both walked along the day you told him you were a witch, he could also see downtown, and way in the distance the park he had finally asked you to be his. Jungkook was so into admiring everything he hardly realized that you were still heading straight for the ground. 

It was only when the buildings started getting a little too close did he start noticing the ground was right there. Jungkook felt his life flash before his eyes when you finally pulled up and started zooming past the cars rushing by. 

You turned around and chuckled at the look on his face and he was quick to join in, now too caught up at how cool this was. You flew them through traffic, through a tunnel, and you were beating the speeds of the train that was beside you. It was an unreal experience and even though he nearly had a couple of heart attacks, the whole experience was bewildering as you flew across the little town. 

After the initial excitement you both flew over places that took you down memory lane, you essentially gave Jungkook a glorified tour of the town since he didn’t grow up here and didn’t go to too many places when he was in college. You flew him over the spots you would frequent when you were younger and showed him some of the prettiest sights he had ever seen as you both went over the woods and the lake he didn’t even know existed. 

It was also then that Jungkook noticed a few other witches riding by on their brooms, soaring just a little over all of the buildings. 

It was amazing. 

You both were now back over the clouds, cruising along as Jungkook held onto you tightly. Not out of fear, or the fact that he was supposed to, but he just didn’t want to let you go. 

He really didn’t. He never would. 

“Y/n…” Jungkook mumbled into your shirt. 

“Mhmmm~” 

“I love you so much…” He confessed and he felt the tears welling up slightly in his eyes. “Don’t leave me okay?” He tried to laugh it off. 

In an instant your broom stopped. Jungkook looked around a little confused, until you flipped around so you were facing him. 

“I should be saying that to you idiot…” You looked at him a little concerned. “Like it’s you who’s the one walking around with that pretty face, and who looks a little too good in the suits you wear all the time for work. You have all these girls drooling over you every time we go out, or should I mention Vanessa from work who always calls you even on the weekends. What if you think one day I’m too weird or something and leave me. You have so many better options…” You pouted and Jungkook could hardly believe what he was hearing. 

“Weird? Y/n you’re the coolest person I know, no one could ever compare to you. Sometimes I think you’ll find me too boring and run away with Victor, or his brother, or one of the other warlocks who keep coming to the shop… How could I ever think you’re weird– like with who else could I do this with–” 

“Well–”

“Just you ok, and fuck Vanessa and fuck Victor and everyone else who made us think like this.” Jungkook smiled at you and you hurriedly pulled him into your arms. 

Yep, he was yours and you were his.

“Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I think I heard you call me pretty and say I look really nice in suits.” He cheesed, thinking back to it. You simply nodded as you buried your face in his shirt, already regretting confessing one of your deepest darkest secrets.

“You’re cute~” He laughed, feeling all fuzzy inside seeing you like this. All in the moment, once again, his insecurities were washed away. You really were his. 

“By the way, I think you’re prettier.” He smiled and immediately you lifted your head, taking offense to that. 

“Jungko–” Before you could finish, he pulled you close as he pressed his lips onto yours once more, not wanting this to turn into a long debate, because to him, there was none. He was right.

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Back in college, when people would first meet Jungkook there were only two ways first impressions went for him. One, he’s been told that they thought he was probably some arrogant frat boy jock (always soccer for some reason) because they would always see him at the gym. Two, the minute they talked to him they would quickly get that he’s just this quiet nerd who could talk about why Spider-Man was the best superhero for 5 hours straight (really longer if you didn’t stop him). 

For some reason that impression came with the image of being a goody two shoes and whenever he told people he lived with Taehyung they could hardly believe it. ‘You guys are just so different’ was something they would say that always confused him. Jungkook was strange, he knew that, but his hyung and him always got along so well. They were weird in their own ways, but their personalities contrasted each other perfectly. 

Jungkook was just someone who spent way too much time studying and reading comic books all day, basically locking himself in his room, and Taehyung was just… Taehyung was someone everyone seemed drawn to. 

Jungkook was the slightly awkward guy who hung out on the sidelines and made sure to keep his hyung in check and Taehyung would always be there to bring him out of his shell and give him advice when needed.

It was this same idea that whenever Taehyung brought people over to smoke at their apartment that when Jungkook asked to join them, he would always get quite a few shocked looks. You were also on the list of people who were surprised when he brought you over for the first time to find his bong covered with Marvel stickers, sitting on top of one of his shelves.

It wasn’t like he smoked often, he really only did it when he was stressed, but he was in college and an engineer major so that might seem a little contradictory. After he graduated though and moved out from the apartment he pretty much quit cold turkey. Taehyung didn’t live in the same town anymore and he was way too busy (and a little lazy) to try and go out and get it himself. That really wasn’t it though, he was literally dating someone who had a stash of it for the shop downstairs. He more so just considered that phase of his life pretty much over, adulting duties were more so a priority. 

But sometimes… on rare occasions when work and classes were just too much he found himself asking you for help and you’d let him take a bit from your stash downstairs. 

It was one of those occasions that day. Jungkook had been taking hits from his bong and was just laid out on the couch playing some music. It was the weekend and he had a pretty big assignment due on Monday. It was the first time in the past two weeks that he just relaxed and stopped thinking about the deadline. The assignment was done, he just needed to look it over a couple more times before submitting. 

Well, whenever Jungkook smoked he would always suffer from a horrible case of the munchies and so eventually he found the energy to roll himself off the couch and head to the fridge. 

You were downstairs busy running the shop and Jungkook was way too high to notice he grabbed something off the top shelf. You had told him when he started coming over often that you used the top shelf for in progress orders or ones that would require refrigerating. In this case it was neither, rather something you were trying out for the shop. 

Jungkook learned the hard way never to go in the fridge while he was high because after he heated up the tasty looking muffins and took a bite he experienced something he could only describe as the most embarrassing day of his life. 

You had come back upstairs later that evening and you were shocked to not find your boyfriend inside, and the lights were all off. You convinced yourself he just stepped out for a moment, seeing that his bong and lighter were still on the coffee table in the living room, but the minute you went behind the counter of your kitchen you knew immediately something had happened. You were quick to find out what. 

His clothes were strewn around the floor and an opened container with a top you recognized was for the shop was at the scene of the crime. Nearly scaring you to death was a voice coming from above you. You looked up and screamed, shocked… or rather not shocked at all to find your boyfriend on the ceiling staring down at you. 

“Y/n look!” Jungkook exclaimed as he started to climb around on the ceiling. 

Oh great…

“Jungkook what–”

“Y/n, look, I think– I think I’m spiderman!” He beamed as he crawled into the corner. You couldn’t stop the dumbfounded look on your face at his words. 

“Baby, you ate my–”

“I was but a humble guy living in a small college town when a radioactive spider came one night and bit me in my sleep. I woke up with–”

“Jungkook, get down from there!” You interrupted knowing he was about to give you a weird rendition of spider man's origin story. You know, you’ve heard it only a million times. 

“Y/n, I’m spiderman now I gotta go protect the world I can’t come down!” He tried to defend and you were tempted to laugh but decided against it. You would definitely bring this up in the future. 

“No you're not, you ate my enchanted muffins I didn’t perfect yet.” You called out as he started climbing across your walls. In truth the only thing your muffins did at that point was make him able to stick to the walls. You could tell from his eyes alone he was still very high.

High, naked, and on enchanted muffins was a horrible combination.

“I’m spiderman Y/n, look at my suit.” You had no idea what he was seeing, all you saw was a naked man with his dick hanging over your head three feet above you, climbing around on your walls. 

“Jungkook get down here!” You sighed.

“Y/n my suit–”

“If you’re talking about that birthday suit, then yeah I see that. Now come down here.” You crossed your arm.

“The Green Goblin is coming! I gotta save the world!” He was not at all listening to you. 

There was nothing you could do about this. He was just really high and because this was an intermediate stage on an enchantment you didn’t have the “cure” researched already. Besides, with work in progress spells they all wear off by midnight and it was 9:37. 

In the end you ended up spending two hours and twenty-three minutes running around your apartment, picking up all the shit he was knocking down and making sure he didn’t hurt himself. 

When midnight hit you luckily was able to guide him so he was over the couch when he fell down quite dramatically on the cushiony surface. Somehow you were able to guide him to the bed a little later. 

Let’s just say, when he woke up the next morning, he was confused, embarrassed, and you had enough pictures and videos to haunt him for a lifetime.

Safe to say Jungkook learned to be more cautious when picking things from the fridge.

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I feel like as I wrote this, it turned more so into our love story essentially. I have so many other stories I could have told, but these were just a few that came to mind first. I hope you all enjoyed reading! You can make up your mind whether any of this is real or not. For all you know I could be a guy living in his parents basement with way too much of an imagination or by the end of this you might be fully convinced my girlfriend’s sitting beside me right now helping me write this post. 

Whatever you believe this was made for fun and for your entertainment. 

Anyway, that’s it from me! 

JK

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You glanced over his shoulder as he typed the end of the post. “You’re not gonna do the other story?” You couldn’t help the giggle as you watched his face turn red.

“No, why would I write about that…” He said bashfully, already knowing what story you were referring to. It followed up the third little story, and all he could think back to was how embarrassing it was. It was definitely not appropriate for a post like this.

“Mmmm good idea… you were a mess but… even you yourself said that it was kinda hot.” You recounted back to his words.

“I mean…” It was hot, extremely. Jungkook was embarrassed about that day in particular because it was no exaggeration… he was a mess, but the event encouraged you to make a modified version and you both would bring it out on special occasions. 

It was the day you finally decided to get another fridge.

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Jungkook never thought he’d be one of those guys who’d own one of those big comfy chairs. He’d always picture guys in their 40s with too many stains on their wife beaters who would just never get up from them. 

You both had been out shopping for a new couch when you passed by a little nursery model room and you stopped to admire how the pretty oak set was. Jungkook wanted to take a seat on the rocking chair that came with it just to imagine what it might feel like one day, but ended up nearly falling asleep right then and there as you went off and looked at the other model rooms. 

You had shaken him awake eventually and that’s pretty much the moment he fell in love with comfy chairs. You finally made it to where the couches were and as you both were trying to deliberate on which one you’d buy Jungkook took a seat on a cloud— or at least he thought it was one. The soft fabric made it perfect and it had that right amount of squishy to hard softness that made it so he never wanted to get up again. It was almost like finding the perfect mattress. It somehow got better when he found out there was a massage feature. 

Jungkook had gone on about the quality of the chair with no intention of buying it. You both came for a couch anyway, but it was only two months later on his birthday that Jungkook came home to find the same chair in your living room with a big bow on top. 

Every time he would come home and sit down in his little slice of heaven, suddenly his increasing age became even more obvious, at the ripe old age of 25 he felt ancient at this point. Maybe he was just having a quarter life crisis, but he felt like an old man anytime he would recline his feet up and fall asleep to a random channel on the tv. He was happy though. 

It was this coziness that had him falling asleep in the chair after he came back home from a long day of work. He remembered you vaguely trying to wake him up and get him to come to bed, but ultimately your attempts were in vain. He was just too tired and the chair was too cozy. Instead you gently draped a blanket on top of him and he was out for the rest of the night.  

Jungkook got up that morning, confused, and with sleep still weighing on him heavily. He should have learned the first time never to go in the fridge when he’s out of it, but the minute he woke up he found himself craving waffles like his life depended on it. 

Before he went to work yesterday you had been in the kitchen, humming along beautifully to your favorite song, as you were testing out your new waffle maker. If Jungkook wasn’t in a rush he would have stayed for breakfast, they smelled so good and he was hungry. He had been thinking about them ever since he left that morning, even dreaming about you… the waffles… and a lot of whipped cream. 

Jungkook just hoped and prayed there were leftovers still and low and behold, there were some. He was too sleepy and hellbent on eating the waffles that he once again ignored that they were on the top shelf. To be fair, waffles had never been something you did for the shop and the other shelves were crowded, so he just tried to convince himself that you had set them there because of the lack of room. 

In the moment before it all went… wrong… Jungkook fucked up them waffles. They were as delicious as he had been thinking, which wasn’t a surprise, everything you made was absolutely amazing. Maybe if he hadn't slathered them up with syrup, whipped cream, and an assortment of different fruits, he would have noticed the magical tingling that came with eating your enchanted foods. Maybe he did all along but just chose to ignore it because those waffles were so damn good. 

Jungkook even ended up making a few more for himself and for you when you woke up. As the sun started to rise, the better Jungkook started to feel. It was a glorious Saturday. 

You had come out right as he was taking out the last waffle, looking absolutely beautiful. Jungkook felt his heart swell as you walked over to him, taking a minute to appreciate how amazing his life was. 

“What’s all this?” You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“I really wanted waffles.” He giggled. “I made you some as well~” He pointed over to the plate. 

You squeezed him a little tighter.  “Someone’s in a good mood today~” You lightly pressed kisses on his neck and he shivered. Suddenly all he could think about was the way you were covered in whipped cream in his dream. 

Jungkook nearly whined when you pulled away, tempted to ruin this peaceful Saturday morning by licking whipped cream off your titties. 

You turned around and opened up the fridge to get the oj. He was really going to ask you but the reality came crashing down of what he had just done. 

“Hey, Y/n how do feel about whipped cream—“ 

“Jungkook… wait, where did the waffles go that were in here?” You asked concerned, distinctly remembering they were there last night, right on the top shelf. 

“Oh those? I ate the leftovers from yesterday first— I know mine won’t be as good as yours but I thought—“ 

“Jungkook…” You sighed, immediately knowing this was going to be bad. You looked at him and he seemed confused and you wondered how this could happen again, especially after what happened the last time he ate something from the top shelf.

“Jungkook, that was an order for a client. I thought we’ve been through this, the top shelf is for the shop.” You were both a little frustrated you would have to make the order again and a little concerned with the fact he ate all of them… 

You saw the weight of your words hit him in the face and any ill feelings you had disappeared for a moment because you knew he genuinely didn’t know. 

“I ate them about an hour ago…. nothing’s happened.” He looked at you with pleading eyes that this wasn’t going to turn out like what happened the last time. 

“You can relax, you won’t go all Spider-Man this time.” 

“Don’t tell me I’m going to turn into like a goldfish or something…” You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not but you laughed anyway. 

“No, you won’t turn into anything— glad you didn’t eat the quesadilla beside it because we might be having a whole other conversation—“ 

“Y/n, what’s going to happen?” He exclaimed. You looked at him sensing the panic and took a deep breath because this was going to be a weird conversation. 

“It’s nothing too bad um… The order was for a guy and his wife who are trying to have a baby. They came to the shop hoping for some fertility help so um…” You stared at him knowing this was about to get awkward. 

“You might feel extra horny is the main thing it does, just don’t cum because it’s going to make it even worse. So if you can make it to midnight without any touching or anything it won’t be too bad.” You tried to smile at him, but you couldn’t because of one glaring detail. 

There were three waffles you made for the order. You had designed them so both the guy and his wife would take one each and possibly split the last one for another time. You hadn’t researched what might happen if one person ate all three.

“Then again Jungkook, things might not be as manageable since you ate all three of them. Just take it easy today, ok baby.” You ushered him over to his comfy chair and took up serving for the both of you. 

Jungkook tried to pay attention to his food, but as soon as you told him that the waffles he ate earlier were enchanted it was as if all the effects started hitting him all at once. 

When you came over to bring his plate he couldn’t tear his attention away from your legs. You were wearing a baggy shirt, something he knew was the only thing you were wearing. Maybe he was just thinking about it too much but he couldn’t stop staring at you, even when you went back over to the dining table. 

He tried to turn back around but even when he started eating all he could picture was your legs and covering your body with whipped cream. How nice would it to lick it off your body. He thought about the look on your face and all those pretty sounds you’d make, you’d be so sweet for him… so, so sweet. 

There was no denying he was hot… but as the minutes ticked away and you both ate, the more that normal level of need seemed to spiral. 

It got almost unbearable so quickly, he was sweating and had every urge to do the one thing that you said not to. He wanted to get up and take you right there on the dining table. As much as he wanted to play with the whipped cream that would have to wait for another time because he wanted you so badly. 

“Hey Jungkook, you ok?” He heard your voice cut through the fog. He wanted to hear what you would sound like with his cock inside you. 

“Erm— um, just getting a bit hot.” Jungkook tried to chuckle, but he was very much trying to downplay it. All he could think about was finally giving you the daughter you always wanted.

“I don’t know… are you sure? You seem a bit shaky over there…” You asked, a little concerned. He knew you’d feel so nice, you always feel so nice for him. So nice and all his.

It was starting to hurt.

“Y/n, can you put the whipped cream away…” Jungkook asked as calmly as he could.

“Whhyyy?” You questioned his odd request. 

“It’s making me think things—“ His voice was straining just even mentioning the white, fluffy substance. 

You got up and hurriedly put it away. “Jungkook you got this, ok? All you gotta do is make it to midnight tonight.” Your words were meant to be comforting but he could have burst into tears.

He had to manage this until tonight and it was— 10:38 in the morning?! It already hurt so much, how was he going to not do anything till then??!!!

It was probably only about 10 minutes later that it got to the point of being unbearable. He hurriedly slipped away and headed straight for the bathroom, a little ashamed for you to see him like this.

As soon as the door closed behind him he took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to do. Jungkook hardly managed to withstand an hour of the waffles effects. Usually he was so much better at restraining himself, but, but, but—

Before he could think about it anymore Jungkook slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly pulled them down until his cock popped out, hissing at the way it slapped his stomach.

Immediately his mind thought back to all the times you were on your knees for him, the way you always knew how to make him a mess for you. Jungkook thought back to that time he was in this exact position, his back against the bathroom door and you on your knees pleasing him so well. 

The minute his hand wrapped around his aching length, a sigh of relief slipped passed his lips at the instant satisfaction he felt. Jungkook hadn’t touched himself like this since before you started dating, it’s been so long but it’s never felt this good before. 

The minute his hand started to move, the more the relief came and again he so desperately wished you were here in front of him. He got back to the routine that kept him sane throughout his sex drought in college. 

He thought about your legs again and how easy it would be to take off that shirt and have you bare and needy for him. 

“Fuck…” He sighed into the echoey bathroom. What he would do if you were here.

The thought alone had his hand speeding up and a feeling he knew he had to stay away from settling in the pit of his stomach. 

All he needed to do was not cum. That’s all he had to do.

He kept telling himself that but it just felt so good, he couldn’t stop despite the fact he was going to cum soon.

The way you look up at him when you’re on his knees, like you wanted him just as much of a mess as he is now.

“No, no, no…” Jungkook cried. It pained him, but he slowed his pace to something a little more comfortable so he wouldn’t explode. He shouldn’t give in that easily. 

Jungkook hurriedly scrambled to think of the most unsexy thing possible. Normally he would have a go-to thing for times he feared cumming too quickly, but maybe it was the enchantment, his mind was blank besides the most unholy thoughts on what he wanted to do with you.

The way you would do this…

He imagined your hands in place the way you would stroke him before focusing on the tip, something that would always have him crying out and closer than he wanted to admit. Jungkook matched your movements and he wasn’t surprised to notice the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip. You were making him such a mess and you weren’t even here.  

“Ennggg— fuck, Y/n…” He moaned out softly as his thumb rubbed over the the slit, just like the way you would do it. Just like when you’re in front of him, Jungkook quickly felt himself heading straight for the edge. 

He was just so sensitive, this fucking enchantment, why did this have to happen today of all days? He already woke up eager to play with you today, and his fucking whipped cream plans had to be canceled. 

Jungkook already had a plan of convincing you. He would have grabbed the can after he told you he was interested and sprayed it in the spot on your neck he knew made you weak for him and licked it right off of you. In his dream earlier this morning you were intrigued and somehow he convinced you to let him lick it off of you… everywhere.

Just the fact that you were here made it hard to resist going out there and asking you to help him. He wanted you so bad. 

That was apparently the last straw because his hurried pace returned and he was so so fucking close. 

In his mind he quickly tried to go through the mental gymnastics to justify giving in and cumming now, but he knew you said it would only get worse if he did. As tempted as he was, and he was so close, he still found himself letting go, despite how much he wanted to. 

How was he going to make it through this day? 

After a little while the feeling dissipated and Jungkook felt considerably more hot and bothered than before and he couldn’t stop his hand wrapping around his length once more.

There wasn’t any way he could do this…

•─────✧─────•

It took a little while for you to realize that Jungkook was gone for so long. You had been still enjoying your waffles and got lost in thought thinking about some of the things you needed to do at the shop today. It really wasn’t much, just a few clients coming in to pick up their orders and you needed to check inventory. Well, that’s all you would have to do if Jungkook hadn’t eaten the waffles, you have to redo the order. Luckily the couple wouldn’t be coming till tomorrow, but this was something you wanted done and in the shop since they were picking up their stuff early in the morning.

You sighed getting up and going ahead and doing the dishes from your waffle feast. You also decided to try and be a little productive and go ahead and get a head start on working on the enchantment again so you can head to the shop downstairs. 

You headed over to your bedroom and that’s when it finally hit you that Jungkook had disappeared for a while. You wouldn’t think much of it, thinking he might have maybe been in the shower and he liked to take long showers for some reason, but all it took was a second of you standing still to hear the watering wasn’t running, but the sound of a soft moan from the other side. 

Your whole body lit ablaze at the thought, knowing the sight on the other side of the door would be absolutely otherworldly, but you reminded yourself of the situation. 

You went over and knocked on the door. “Jungkook…” You called out. 

“Ughhh—— yes…” His voice was soft but you could hear the strain. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You asked, but you knew. 

“Y/n… it hurts… wanna cum so bad—“ He whined and once again you wished you were on the other side of this door.

“I told you that’s not gonna help. It’ll make things worse and it seems like it’s pretty bad already.” You tried to reassure, but you knew that wouldn’t help. Jungkook’s usually pretty good at not giving into temptation, the fact that the effects of the waffles has him a mess this much already made you a little concerned. This was bad. 

Silence passed for a while, but through the door you could hear his labored breaths on the other side. 

“Y/n, I want you so bad— fuck…” He moaned, almost like an invitation for you to open the door. “Please… please… I’m not gonna make it till midnight.” He begged and it took everything for you not to open the door. 

“You know we can’t do that… I promise at midnight if you want to, we can have some fun.” You tried to give him hope, but once again you knew you probably weren’t helping. 

Silence passed again, except his moans were a little louder this time. 

“Hey Jungkook…” 

“Ye— yeah?” 

“Why are you in there? It’s just me out here, you know?” You chuckled lightly, but you were curious. 

“I’m a mess, this is so embarrassing…” He sighed and you could hardly believe he thought that. 

“What do you mean embarrassing? You sound so hot just here from the other side of the door.” You smirked, oh what you would have paid to watch. 

“You wanna watch me?” He almost sounded baffled at the idea and you could have laughed. 

“So badly baby, I bet you look so pretty. I’ve never seen you touch yourself, wanna see how you do it.” You were hot, and you thought he would tease you for it but suddenly on the other side you heard his moans get more pained and desperate. 

“Y/n, stop-stop talking! Fuck, you’re gonna make me—“ He cried.

“But you won't, right?” You quickly interjected and you heard him cry out before he started to calm down. Oh, he’s so hot.

“You didn’t cum right?” You asked eventually. 

“No, but I almost did— we really shouldn’t be talking like this…” Jungkook sighed.

“Yeah, you’re right…” Stupid fucking waffles… 

“Did you need to come in here, sorry if I—“ 

“No! You’re fine, just was about to change so I can head to the shop in a bit.” You almost forgot why you were even in here. 

“Yeah… we can’t keep talking, oh my gosh—“ At his words you finally realized the implications of your own. 

“Just the thought of me naked makes—“ 

“Y/n! Please…” He pleaded, you were getting him so riled up so easily. This wasn’t good at all. 

“Sorryyy~” You chuckled, finding a little too much amusement at the situation. “Anyway, I’ll be in and out. Don’t pay me any mind and again… try not to do anything. Don’t give into the temptation, alright~” 

“You make it sound so easy, but alright please be quick.” 

“Promise, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me!” 

You kept your promise and you were in and out of the room quickly. Your brain was a little scrambled from what happened, but you remembered you had another order to reprepare so you got yourself to focus and started back on it. 

You went straight to work, taking some of the elements out of your special room and preparing the ingredients for later. Typical fertility enchantments didn’t take too long but you always wanted the best experience for your customers and the guy and his wife were high payers. You made sure to throw in everything that would guarantee that after they ate the waffles they would finally get that positive test plus have a great time doing it. 

E. Pasos— was a powerful ingredient that really helped increase sexual desire so they would have the urge to do it more = higher chances of it working. 

L. Umtra— was the nasty ingredient that was really biting Jungkook’s ass right now. It added a little more onto this effect, making it so each “round” would only increase the desire, the passion, added once again to increase activity = higher chances of it working. 

F. Earo— is typically the most popular ingredient when making fertility enchantments. It’s a general ingredient that makes their bodies more suitable for conception, the effects are most easily seen in males— increasing sperm count and producing healthier sperm. 

P. Omer— was a fun one you threw in, it increases sensitivity and pleasure felt during the experience. So many times have you heard couples who’ve been trying for kids forever does sex start to become a chore, and your heart was soft for the pleading couple after they told you they had been trying for 4 years, so you threw in some extra spice to make the day they try this out a wonderful experience. 

U. Haqo— was another fun one you threw in that increased oragasm quality.

There was also a bunch of base ingredients for enchantments and others that were a little more technical that essentially go into the enchantment actually working. All the ingredients took a while to prepare and make sure they were perfect before you could add your special touch, that brought the enchantment to life, turning the ingredients from well… ingredients into the magic that you would cook into the waffles again, a request from the clients themselves. 

Some find the process incredibly tedious, your mom did when she worked at the shop, but you found it all calming. Work stressed you out more often than not, but you loved it so much. 

You were happily humming along to that song that’s been stuck in your head for the last week as you plucked off the leaves of R. Tinbi, one of those base ingredients for the enchantment. You had managed to get most of the ingredients prepared, now only left with the simple ones, when suddenly you heard footsteps. 

You didn’t even look up to know Jungkook had finally made his way out of the bathroom and was making his way over to you at the island. You really didn’t think much of it, almost forgetting about the whole predicament once again, but when he finally came into your peripheral you were instantly reminded. 

You finally turned your head to see him hunched over the countertop, his baggy short sleeved shirt that had a picture of Iron Man on it was long gone, and his red, plaid pajama pants haphazardly clung onto his tiny waist. That very prominent v-line that always made your mouth water was on display and suddenly you forgot what you were doing. 

You tried not to stare though, not wanting to make things any harder for him. You went back to plucking off the leaves. 

“P-Please tell me you’re working on a way to fix this…” He sighed, leaning over the counter a little more. It was also then that you realized his hair was a little wet and you noticed the shininess to his skin. 

“Baby you know if there was any way to fix this other than letting it take its course then I would help you… it would take longer than the time left to research—“ You suddenly heard his hand hit the counter before you saw him walk over to you from around the island. 

You watched as he got closer till he was standing right in front of you, you stared at him wide eyed, confused about what he was doing. 

He looked down at you with pleading eyes, his hand coming up and grabbing onto your waist, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted to tell him this wasn’t a good idea, but you couldn’t deny him when you felt him lift you onto the counter, you didn’t want to either. 

Jungkook looked at you with so much need, you could feel it too, how much pain this enchantment has caused and how much you wanted to help him. You felt tingles run through your entire body when his hand came up and caressed your bare thigh, making you instantly open your legs wider so he could be even closer. 

No time left was spared as Jungkook hastily pulled you close smashing his lips onto yours. He was hungry, desperate and he made sure you could feel it, kissing you with such ferocity you could hardly keep up. His hand had snaked up to cup your cheek to keep you close, even taking a second to breathe seemed hard. 

You were also sent the painful reminder that your boyfriend never wore underwear when he was home. Jungkook eagerly chased your hips, you both falling into a clumsy rhythm that made your whole body burn each time he whined softly into your mouth. 

You felt his hands hurriedly reach in between you and he fumbled with the button before he hurriedly pulled the zipper down on your shorts. Your hands ran up his toned arms, feeling the ink that over the years started to decorate his right arm, running up over his shoulder to tangle in his long dark hair. You tugged on that lightly, knowing how much he normally enjoys that and you were rewarded with a beautiful moan that was swallowed into the kiss. 

It was then that you started to feel the tug on your shorts. The angle was awkward since you were sitting on the countertop, it made them hard to pull down without separating long enough for you to try and wiggle out of them. 

At the challenge Jungkook broke away, clearly frustrated at the stupid barrier. 

“Why shorts, why did you have to wear fucking shorts…” He whined, still trying to feel you the best he could and he found it so difficult to stop long enough to make more of an effort to try and get your shorts off. 

The moment apart finally gave you that clarity you needed to realize what you both were about to do. 

“Jungkook, wait, we can’t do this…” You were sad, and you wanted so much to have him like this, but you knew things would only get worse if you continued. You didn’t want to see him in any more pain. 

“No… please… please Y/n, I feel like I’m going to explode.” The desperation in his voice made it harder to deny him. “I can’t make it to midnight, I can’t, I can’t—“ 

“But you’ll just end up feeling worse, plus I have things I need to do—“ You suddenly felt his hand move from your waist and reach between you both once again as he buried his head in your shoulder. 

You looked between you both and a whole new wave of tingles spread through your body as you watched your boyfriend tug down his pajama pants slightly and pull out his cock. 

Oh my g—

“You said you wanted to watch…” He shakily breathed out as his hand wrapped around his length, pumping himself slowly. 

It felt almost wrong to bear witness to such a glorious sight. Even with your shadows in the way you were reminded how beautiful your boyfriends cock was, the tip red and angry, that vein that you loved to lick ran along the side, and pre-cum was just oozing from the tip. To see that along with his pretty ass tattooed hand wrapped around was almost too much.

“Mmmm, oh— fuck, wanna cum so bad.” He said moaning into your skin. 

Knowing you could have a guy as beautiful as Jungkook such a mess and all for you made you want to give in so bad. 

You relished in his soft curses, the way he would moan, and the shaky breathes he would let out each time he would make it to the tip. The scene was lewd, and so much hotter than you could have ever imagined. 

You were in a trance at the sight until you felt his lips on your skin, kissing lightly until he reached that spot. You sighed and pulled him closer. Was this enchantment contagious? Maybe it was your boyfriend working his own magic like he always finds a way to? Whatever it was, was working on you too well. Oh, you wanted him so bad. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, easily grabbing onto his hair and pulling it just the way he likes. He whined and rutted into you, so sensitive. 

You tilted his head so your lips were right by his ear. 

“Is this what you want?” You whispered softly and you got the most glorious moan out of him.

“Oh g—“ You didn’t give him time at all to finish before you were sucking hard on his neck. You felt his hand come up on your waist, both trying to pull your shorts down and pulling you closer to him, while he rocked his hips into you. 

“Close— Y/n please I’m so close—“ He whined, getting even more desperate at tugging at your shorts. You certainly felt it too, his quickened pace and started to get a little more inconsistent, desperate. 

You took the opportunity and pushed him away slightly. 

“N-No, please please!” He cried as you hopped off the countertop but you were quick at pushing him so he hit the counter across from where you were. He watched you wide eyed as you slowly walked over to him till you were standing only inches away. 

You took a moment to admire the view, giving him a once over at how much of a mess he truly had become. His skin glistened even more, his lips were shiny, and his hair was all frazzled and in his face. Oh how much you wish you could absolutely devour him. 

“You seriously don’t think you can make it to midnight?” You tried to look him in the eyes but his cock was right there. 

He shook his head. “I can take anything, your pussy, your mouth, fuck, I’ll be good if you let me squeeze your boob at this point.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that last part. 

“You don’t care that it might come back even worse?” You asked again, getting a little closer. 

“All I care about is now and you standing right in front of me, I could give a fuck about what happens 5 minutes from now.” Jungkook grabbed onto your waist hoping you won’t leave him. 

“Wellll…” You backed away and turned back to the island, grabbing onto the R. Tinbi leaves. “Someone ate my order today so I’m a little busy but—“ You leaned against the counter and arched your back in a way you knew made your ass look great. 

Jungkook quickly took the hint and grabbed onto your waist already rubbing himself against the rough fabric. 

“You’re perfect…” he sighed, grabbing a fistful of your ass and using his other hand to pull your hips back against his. You moaned lightly trying to focus on the leaves, but Jungkook was quick at making that task impossible. 

“You should see yourself, so fucking hot and mine.” His voice was already shaky again. He was so right, you knew deep down in your heart from the moment he first saw your special room there would be no one else, no one could make you feel as good as he did. 

Dazed and with your attention still on the leaves you felt his hand snake around and slipped down your panties, quickly finding your clit. 

“Oh fuck! Jungkook—“ You whined when he started rubbing your clit. You really weren’t expecting him to touch you at all, but leave it to your boyfriend, even in a state like this, to still try to make sure you felt good too. 

“Shit, you’re so wet for me baby… You like seeing me like this?” Jungkook was trying to tease you but he was so fucking turned on right now saying it out loud just made things worse. He had been so worried about embarrassing himself in front of you, but hearing, feeling you were turned on by his situation was more than he could take. 

Your moans were enough to make rational thinking seem impossible, suddenly the goal of getting your shorts down your legs seemed like it would take too much time and his brain just wasn’t working anymore. 

In a haste Jungkook did the most highschool thing he probably could have done in that moment, lining himself up before pushing himself right between your thighs. Jungkook’s face burned from how embarrassing this was, but he could care less right now. 

“I’m— so sorry, I can’t— I’m sorry—“ He moaned as he started literally fucking your thighs, his pace not holding back at all. 

You were a little confused by what was happening but while his hips were quick so were his fingers, speeding up so fast any questions or witty remarks you had left your brain in an instant. 

“Oh— fuck, fuck!” You moaned.

“So good, you feel so good Y/n!” You could tell just by his voice he was getting close. Part of you was tempted to ask him once again if this was really worth it, but you felt repeating it was redundant at this point. He had already made up his mind. Instead you just squeezed your thighs a little tighter together, hoping that might help.

“Ennnggg, oh-oh my gosh—“ Jungkook hurried his head in your neck, so close he could practically taste it at this point. His pace started to falter. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok…” You tried to reassure, sensing he was holding back. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—“ Jungkook didn’t know what he was expecting if he came, the build up was just too much he knew he would feel better if only for a little while. What he wasn’t expecting, never would have expected was, as the ropes of cum started to shoot out, the most earth shattering orgasm he had ever experienced. 

As that wave of pleasure washed over him, he swore he transcended to the 10th dimension. He couldn’t speak, scream, moan, the pleasure too much, it was as if time stopped for a few seconds. The sensations were so intense, it felt like it lasted forever, a forever of bliss he couldn’t describe. It was better than a high he had experienced, a better high than he knew other drugs were capable of. It only seemed to get better as the seconds ticked away.

Part of Jungkook thought he had died, that he had transcended to a plane somewhere else, somewhere far beyond this earth. He swore he could see colors that never existed, 7:00 was purple, October was roast beef, Jupiter was a quarter. 

You were at first a little confused about what happened, he had suddenly gone almost silent except a few whimpers you felt in your skin as he steadily continued to rock his hips and how the hand gripping your waist was shaky. It was then that you remembered the U. Haqo and knew that whatever it was, was probably good. 

It was a solid few minutes before he finally came down, as the pleasure slowly faded, Jungkook was hit with another satisfying sensation, the feeling of complete normalcy.

You suddenly felt his weight shift on you completely. 

“Woah, are you ok?” You chuckled as you finally asked. 

“No… so good, feel better, but tired…” Complete sentences seemed impossible right now, that oragasm turning his brain into mush. You were luckily able to pick up on what he was trying to say.

“I bet, you ate all 3 of those—“ You had been so focused on Jungkook you had yet to actually look down, your attention finally drifting downwards when you felt something running down your leg. You weren’t prepared for the sight. What was going down your leg was the least of your worries, right there running down your island was an obvious white stream you knew wasn’t there before. 

“Holy shit, Jungkook…” You were stunned but once again you realized this was another ingredient to the enchantment at work. 

“Mmmmm?” He groaned lazily, still trying to still come back from that orgasm. 

“You came all over our island.” You laughed. 

This was enough to finally get him to lift his head and he was met with the same sight you were. Jungkook could feel the embarrassment creeping up, but his post-nut bliss was enough to keep him from freaking out about it too much. He knew this would make him scream into a pillow later though. 

“Sorry…” He sighed, gently caressing the skin where your shirt had come up slightly. 

Even with your limited Korean knowledge, you knew he had apologized. “It’s fine, it's another thing from the enchantment. I’ll worry about this, you go head to the bed. I’ll come back soon so I can put you to sleep before it comes back, hopefully you can sleep this off till midnight.” 

He nodded and slowly wobbled himself back over to your bedroom. 

You were quick to get to work knowing time was of the essence. You grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off your leg and the island, and headed straight to your room where Jungkook had already snuggled up in the blankets. 

Part of you wondered if he might go to sleep on his own, but as you got closer you noticed the pained look on his face. 

“Is it already back?” You questioned.

“Not yet, but I feel it coming.” He looked up at you. 

“Alright, hopefully this will keep you asleep till midnight, but since it’s magic vs magic, I can’t make any promises. You’ll at least be able to have a few hours with some peace.” You sat down on the bed and ran your fingers through his hair. Jungkook nodded, sleepily. 

“Wish you could stay, wanna cuddle…” He pouted and you were this close to throwing away all your responsibilities for the day away just so you could snuggle with him. 

“I do too, I’ll hop into bed with you as soon as I come back from the shop I promise.” You smiled and he did as well. It was then that you leaned down and softly kissed his cheek, you watched as his smile started to fade as his eyes quickly fluttered closed.

Oh you were so tempted. 

But nevertheless you hopped up and headed straight for the shower, even though you already took one earlier this morning, you figured you needed another after your time with Jungkook. 

You were out quickly and went back to work on getting the enchantment made as quickly as you could. You knew your clients would be coming in soon to pick up their orders and the couple called you when you got out of the shower and asked if they could pick up their order early because of a schedule change. 

Luckily most had already been done before Jungkook came in. You finally finished plucking the leaves and got the two remaining ingredients ready and carried them all into your special room for mixing. It was a good thirty minutes before the sparkly white powder was created and ready to be mixed in with the waffles. 

In no time at all (you did have a little help from your magic utensils helping you out) three hot and ready waffles were on the plate and you took them back to your special room. You closed the door behind you, waited for a second, before opening the door back up to the back room of The Magic Shop. 

It wasn’t long after you got there did you hear a knock on the door and you were delighted to see the couple peeking in through the door. You happily guided them back over to the register where you showed them the waffles wrapped up. 

“Thank you so much for doing this— this is one of our last chances at trying to do this the natural way.” The wife smiled at you. 

“I’m so glad I could help you both, hold up let me just—“ You quietly snapped your fingers making sure the waffles would stay warm until they both decided to eat them and then handed them over to them. 

“Let’s hope this works…” The husband looked over at his wife and squeezed her hand a little tighter, but then turned to you. “We have high hopes though, we heard amazing things about this place so we’re really hoping for the best.”

They were one of your many clients who knew nothing about what was actually the secret behind all of your products working so well. Part of you wished you could tell them so they would be reassured. 

“Really hoping for you both as well, I wish you guys luck.” The couple thanked you before heading back outside. 

As soon as they left you went back to your special room and started bringing out all of the other orders of people you were expecting today. You sighed looking at them all knowing you would probably be down here for a while, hoping that Jungkook would be ok upstairs. 

•─────✧─────•

The first thing Jungkook felt when he came to was pain, it didn’t hurt necessarily but there was no other word that he could describe it with. A need so desperate it almost was painful. The sun had gone down outside, a dark blue hue filling the room, and the clock on his nightstand read 8:34 when he finally looked over. 

You were right, it was so much worse. 

Jungkook was tempted to just make himself cum right now, unable to fathom how he would be able to make it nearly 4 hours. 

He couldn’t. 

This still didn’t stop him from trying his best. Jungkook gripped the blankets and shut his eyes hard, hoping maybe he could make himself go to sleep again. Only after 5 seconds he knew that wasn’t going to happen. 

He was just so— so…

Jungkook shifted his hips slightly and the fabric of his pajama pants was enough to make him lose his mind. 

Gosh, where were you? Jungkook hoped when he woke up it would be midnight (or at least close to it) and you were cuddled up in his arms like you promised. At least if he was going to fail, he’d rather do it inside you this time. 

Jungkook groaned softly thinking back to what went down in the kitchen, how nice your body felt against his, how wet you had gotten at his flustered state. If only he had enough sense to have gotten your shorts down, what he would have done if he did... 

He was tempted to run downstairs and beg you to let him fuck you, he was tempted and honestly he would have done it if he didn’t know the fact you were still downstairs meant you were working. He didn’t want to be any more of a pain than the mess he’s already caused for you. 

He really should have fucking known those waffles were for The Magic Shop, there really was no excuse for his actions other than he was hungry and didn’t care enough to realize what he was doing. 

Fuck— but he just missed you so much. He wished so badly he had opened his eyes and felt your arms wrapped around him, that when he had turned over he could have seen your smile. He would have kissed you and—

“Oh g—“ the moan got caught in his throat when he slid his hand under the waistband of his pants and hurriedly started pumping his cock. Jungkook was not at all prepared for the sensation, so intense, so fucking good he could already feel himself spiraling over the edge once again. 

In a rush he had to let go, knowing in that moment if he didn’t stop he would reach the point of no return already. 

Jungkook sat there for a second staring up at the darkened ceiling, just wondering how the hell he was going to somehow make it to midnight. If you were you— no if you were here, he would have cum already. 

He contemplated once again, heading downstairs, desperate to be inside you at this point, but being a good, respectful boyfriend mattered more no matter how horny he was. Jungkook flipped around anxiously, wondering how he was possibly going to get through this, when in the darkness your empty side made him focus on your pillow. 

No.

No. 

Jungkook, you're better than that— is what he tried to tell himself, he was screaming at himself that he was better than that, but he wasn’t, not when he felt like this. 

He finally kicked off his pajama pants and flipped over, staring at his pillow with so much shame, but that didn’t stop him as he slowly pushed the pillow further down. As soon as it was close enough, he steadily started rocking into it. 

Jungkook immediately thought of you again, when you would be here underneath him like this. Jungkook would always watch your pretty face as he thrusted into and— oh fuck, when you would moan his name and tell him how good he was making you feel. 

He hurriedly picked up the pace. “G—g, oh my g—“ 

You would always take him so well, you were so fucking perfect. He wanted to be inside you so bad right now. He missed feeling the way your walls would embrace him, you were always so fucking tight, and wet, and warm, and—

He was absolutely delusional at this point. He could see you underneath him, feel you underneath him, he could hear your moans and the way you pleaded for him to go faster. 

Gosh, he wanted to fill you up so fucking bad. 

It nearly hit him in the face when he felt himself hastily getting way too close, he had to quickly get off the pillow. 

His whole body cried and contorted, trying to get the feeling to pass. Jungkook nearly thought he was going to cum anyway, but he steadily calmed himself down. 

How the fuck is he going to make this? He knew he should stop, he knew that it would be better to wait it out than keep putting himself through this torture but he wasn’t thinking clearly at all. All he cared about was chasing that high as close as he can, until finally midnight rolled around and he could finally fucking cum. 

Jungkook got back over the pillow and rocked his hips a little slower. Maybe this might help, if he goes slow he can get the best of both worlds. A little bit of pleasure but also so he wouldn’t risk going too far. 

Jungkook moaned lightly at the feeling. This will be fine. He can go this, he can do this.

•─────✧─────•

It wasn’t until a little after 11:00 that you were finally making your way back up to the apartment. You were annoyed as hell because you pretty much worked an entire extra shift and of course today had to be the day that this happens. You had a couple of people who were picking up orders call and say they would be late, and late turned into two whole hours later, before you were finally closing the shop for good. Taking inventory also turned into a whole mess, the site where you normally get your ingredients from acted up and you were basically on the phone for a good three hours getting your order straight. And then you ended up spending an extra hour getting the shop ready for Monday, knowing you had absolutely no plans on coming in tomorrow. 

In turn, you were stuck downstairs almost all day thinking about your boyfriend upstairs. You kept hoping that the enchantment was strong enough and that he was still asleep, but like you feared as soon as you opened up the door of your special room once again you could immediately hear muffled moans. 

You hastily made your way down the hall and you honestly didn’t know what you were expecting when you rounded the corner, but you still found yourself shocked when you finally realized what you were looking at. 

The bed had basically been deconstructed, all the pillows and blankets had been thrown to the floor and the sheets were barely staying on. On your side of the bed was your boyfriend, his pajama pants were now gone. In one hand was your purple vibrator you typically kept in your nightstand, the could hear the slow, light buzzing as he slowly ran it along his cock. In the other hand he gripped hard, what you could only assume was your pillow, tightly over his face, making you instantly rush over because what the hell was he doing?! 

“Jungkook?!” You cried, ripping the pillow away. You heard him whine as you pulled it out of his hand. You were met with his wet face. You would have just chalked it up to be sweat, but noticing that his cheeks were noticeably damp making you realize he had likely been crying. 

He blinked up at you a little confused. 

“Y/n, is that really you?” His voice was a little horse. It was then that you also realized one of your lingerie sets bottoms was beside him.

You got down on your knees. “Yeah it’s me baby, I’m sorry I’m late…” You reached over and stroked his cheek. 

“Please tell me it’s 11:59…” He whined, a noticeable tear rolling down his cheek and onto your hand. 

“Almost it’s…” you looked over at the clock “11:21.” You reassured thinking that might be some sort of good news, but he just groaned and more tears spilled from his eyes. 

“How am I going to…” He quietly trailed off, not even bothering to finish. 

“Jungkook, what were you doing with a pillow on your face?” You asked, a little concerned. 

“Your pillow smells like you, missed you so much, I’m sorry.” He softly apologized and you felt instant relief knowing it wasn’t what you thought was happening. “Where were you? Thought you were gonna be here when I woke up…” He pouted. 

“I’m sorry, things kept holding me up downstairs, took me forever to make it back up. A lot’s happened though since I left.” You chuckled, pointing out how disheveled the room was. 

“It’s been so hard, you don’t even wanna know…” He sighed and it was also then that you realized he never turned your vibrator off. 

“You didn’t cum, did you?” You asked, not tearing your attention away from the way he gripped his dick with one hand and the way he ran the vibrator along it, how he shook every time he reached the tip. 

“Ennnggg— once— it was on accident, I had just woken up and… I don’t know what happened, but I ended up cumming on my pillow and—“ 

“Wait… how would you…?” Your imagination had immediately started running wild. 

“I missed you, and it’s embarrassing…” 

Jungkook had reached some of his lowest of lows today. He had fucked the crease between his girlfriend’s thighs because he couldn’t get her shorts off, and then he ended up fucking a pillow. 

It was right after he convinced himself that he was going to be able to do this. He had gotten caught up in imagining the pillow was you and he still was so sensitive from how he almost came earlier from his last attempt, but he really wasn’t ready for that wave to hit him like that. Jungkook didn’t even get a chance to try and stop it, his cum all of a sudden all over his pillow case and the shame, pleasure, and relief he felt in that moment for another earth-shattering orgasm. 

Shakily he wobbled over to the laundry room to toss it into the washer and he almost ran back to the shower and turned it on the coldest possible setting he could before hopping in, hoping it might cool him down a bit before the feeling came back. That didn’t help at all, magic being difficult like that, and that’s how he ended up stumbling out of the shower, grabbed the first thing he saw in your underwear drawer, along with your vibrator and had been here since trying his best to make it till you finally made it back. 

He’s nearly come more times than he could count at this point and just seeing you standing here next to him finally had started making things harder than ever before. 

“What time did you wake up?” You asked. 

“8:30– I’ve been edging for nearly 4 hours… feel like I’m gonna explode.” He couldn’t laugh at that anymore, because he really did feel like he actually might explode at this point— on you, fuck, he wanted you so bad. 

Your hand along his cheek sent a fire in him and this unbearable, unquenchable lust that he’s felt all day, was starting to reach a pinnacle that made his skin burn hotter than any fire. Gosh, a lust enchantment and he hasn’t been able to fuck you all day? 

To make matters worse even before the enchantment he was feeling extra needy, work this week for the both of you keeping you apart and he was looking forward to this Saturday to make up for all the lost time. 

You started noticing the look of distress on his face the more you looked at him. “Baby, you ok?”

“No—fuck, no I’m not ok. Can you leave? I don’t mean to be rude but you right beside me is making me think things, I fucking want you so… so, so, so fucking bad right now and I feel like if you stand here any longer touching my face I’m gonna cum and— it’s already so bad I don’t know if I can do this again—“ 

“What if you did?” You were still dazed staring at his pretty cock and your vibrator. 

“What?!” He sounded pissed, he was pissed, here he was begging you—

“I mean Jungkook there’s only a little over 30 minutes left of the day~ What if we take advantage of this enchantment and you can fuck my brains out or something till midnight hits.” You finally turned back to his face to see him staring at you.

“Take it as an apology for making you feel so miserable all day and… I swear watching you all day has made me so wet, so maybe we call it even and we have a little fun.” You smiled, hoping he might say yes.

He continued to just stare at you.

“We don’t have to if you’re not up for it, I know things have been hard and you might just wanna make it throu—“

“Shut up if you don’t fucking mean it.” He suddenly said, sitting up on the bed. You were a little taken aback by his harsh words, but then you realized what’s going on. 

At the position change you reached up and ran your hands over his toned thighs. “I fucking mean it baby.” You smirked up at him and you heard your boyfriend literally whimper. 

“G—god I swear I’m gonna cum if you keep talking, please— fuck, please do something, anything, I just fucking want you.” He cried and you couldn’t have been happier. 

You were about to have so much fun. 

You watched him throw your vibrator across the room and scoot to the edge of the bed. You didn’t even try and tease as you ran your hands further up his thighs. 

You watched his eyes flutter closed as you made your way closer to where he wanted you. You watched his face intently as your fingers finally wrapped around the base. 

“Mmphh— yesyesyesyes, don’t stop please.” He gasped and this fueled you to push further. 

You slowly brought your hand up closer to the tip and enjoyed the way he whimpered under your touch as precum kept leaking from the tip. 

“Does it feel good?” You laughed slightly, seeing how much he struggled to keep it together. 

“Feel like I’m gonna explode…” His brain was just spaghetti at this point, not even realizing he switched over to Korean. 

Jungkook leaned back so he couldn’t watch you, the sight was too much already and you barely had started. Instead he gripped the crumpled up sheets tight as he felt your hands run over his length. It was just so good, he wanted to cum so bad—

As much fun as this was, seeing your boyfriend like this made you so eager to please and you quickly decided it was finally time to put him out of his misery. 

After working him a little further you brought your hand up to eagerly rub over the slit as you leaned down ready to take him in your mouth. 

“Oh—fuuu—“ He was not prepared, neither were you when his orgasm hit him so suddenly. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the bliss wash over him, the way his face cutely scrunched up, the sheets were tight in his hands, and just like what happened earlier in the kitchen, you only heard him whimper quietly, the pleasure seemingly being too much. You were so entranced, you didn’t even realize some of it landed on your face.

It took a few minutes for it to finally wash over him, and just as he was starting to come back he let go of the sheets and put his hands over his face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You chuckled. 

“I’m sorry— that was— I’m so confused, fucking embarrassed, but ughh that was so hot.” He finally looked down at you, seeing the white streaks on your face. 

“Oh my g— so fucking hot— Y/n please don’t stop—“ He whined impatiently. 

“You sure? You just c—“ 

“I don’t care, don’t stop…” he pleaded, needing to feel you. This night was not ending without him being inside you at least once.

You chuckled as you grabbed a tissue and cleaned your face and hand. You didn’t waste anymore time and happily took him into your mouth. 

Jungkook was not at all prepared to feel your mouth around him— for 13 hours straight he had simply made do with the best he could, his hand, your thighs, a pillow, your vibrator on the lowest setting possible— they were fine and some even managed to push him over the edge. Maybe it had been so long since he felt your touch or this enchantment was absolutely insane because the minute you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock and started taking him… he was not at all prepared. You would have thought he had never been touched before in his life at how quickly he felt he could cum again, that feeling returning instantaneously.

His hand quickly went down to tangle in your hair as you pushed down as much as you could. He made the awful mistake of sitting up, wanting to look at you, but it just made things so much worse, seeing the way you were staring up at him as you took him so well. 

“You’re so good to me…” He sighed and he didn’t realize he said that out loud until he noticed you giggle as you came off him. 

“Is it that good? I’ve barely done anything yet.” You chuckled. 

“Mhmmm, go slow, don’t wanna cum too soon.” He pleaded. He wanted to savor every moment of this and this enchantment made it so all he wanted to do was cum down your throat.

Not yet though.

You nodded before going back down and swirling your tongue around the tip. You went slow like you promised and this was enough to get a frustrated whine from him. 

“Y/n— don’t do this to me please.” He looked down at you and you couldn’t help that wave of need travel through your body, making you squeeze your thighs together. Maybe on another day you would have teased him for longer, but you finally took him in your mouth as far as you could go. 

As you pulled back and went back down again, you enjoyed his soft sighs of pleasure he would let out occasionally, and by the look on his face you could tell you were doing well.

You brought your hand up to softly run over his thigh before wrapping around his length as stroking what you couldn’t take. At the combo, you relished in the moan he let out as his grip in your hair tightened. He looked so pretty like this, all you wanted to do was please him, so you steadily sped up your pace anticipating seeing that look of just pure euphoria wash over him once more. 

You were hellbent on getting him to cum in your mouth and you knew he was close, you could tell by his moans getting more desperate, and how he subtly held your head down making sure you wouldn’t leave. You were waiting for the moment, so close, but as you were sure he was right about to cum suddenly you felt him pull you off. 

You looked up at him confused as you saw him try and calm himself down. What was going on? Isn’t this what he wanted? 

You were not left confused for long as Jungkook shakily got up, you at eye level with his cock, shiny from your antics as precum leaked from the tip. You felt his hand cup your chin forcing you to look up at him. 

Jungkook was staring down at you, his lip tucked between his teeth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“So fucking pretty…” He sighed as he looked at your delicate features staring up at him. So fucking pretty and you were all his. He wanted to absolutely ruin you.

“Wanna fuck your mouth baby~” He said so softly, his tone almost not matching at all with what he was asking. You felt his thumb reach into your mouth slightly to open your mouth a little wider. 

Your attention went back down to his cock right in front of your face, the way his tattooed hand came up and started stroking it slowly as he moved a little closer to your mouth. Your whole body ached with need, wanting this man inside you immediately. 

“Is that ok?” He shakily asked. 

Instead of responding, you nodded your head slowly leaning in a little closer so your lips brushed against the tip. You enjoyed the whimper you got out of him as a result. 

“Eeeehh— Open your mouth— I mean open your mouth please, fuck!” Jungkook moaned and you instantly followed his command and he moved his hand so it was resting on your head and he guided you straight to his cock as you slowly took him. 

“Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes…” He sighed the minute he saw the last inch disappear into your mouth. You could feel his hand on your head start to shake lightly, and you could only figure he must be close.

Jungkook slowly pulled his hips back before shakily thrusting back in. He was trying to be gentle but your mouth and this fucking enchantment made that almost impossible. 

You felt so good around him and the way you were looking at him as he stared down into your eyes… he was so close. 

He sped up slightly. 

That sensation quickly returned, the overwhelming feeling quickly boiled over into a blinding white light, so so good. He had to force his eyes to stay open as he watched himself cum in your mouth. He wanted to see. 

You let him recover before pulling off eventually. 

Jungkook didn’t let the peace carry on for long before he was pulling you onto your feet and even quicker were you pressed against the dresser behind you as Jungkook kissed you hungrily. 

“You— you sure you want to keep going?” You asked in between his kisses. You were honestly baffled he hadn’t collapsed yet, but that enchantment was all to thank for that. 

“Yes— can’t stop.” He really couldn’t, this enchantment already having that craving back faster than ever and with an intensity that he couldn’t imagine as somehow worse. Jungkook wasn’t done yet with you at all, this was still just the beginning. 

He made the point clear by pulling you back with him so you both fell back on the bed. Jungkook didn’t waste any time as he wrapped your legs around his waist and he was hurriedly leaning over so he could kiss you. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. You wanted him and you knew you were just on the cusp of feeling him inside you. You got even more excited when you felt him tugging on your shorts. 

“Are you serious?!” Jungkook exclaimed as he struggled to get them down once again. They were just comfy shorts you threw on, hoping these might be a little easier to deal with than your jean shorts from earlier, but it seems you thought wrong.

Jungkook got frustrated and instead focused on pulling up your shirt and helped you get it over your head and you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. You didn’t think too much of it, ready to finally get naked and busy, that is until you noticed his gaze locked on your chest.

You were about to question him, but his hand quickly came up and started massaging the softness. Oh. 

You moaned softly as his thumb flicked over the nipple before leaning forward a little more and sucking it. You were a bit taken aback by his actions, but Jungkook’s eager mouth was quick at pulling you back in the moment. 

“Can’t wait to see you covered with whipped cream.” He mumbled softly, but his eyes weren’t on yours. You honestly had no idea what he was talking about or if he was speaking to you or your boobs? 

“Baby, what are you talking about?” You chuckled slightly, running your hands through his soft hair. 

“Our plans for tomorrow, wish they were for now but— ughh— Y/n, need you please.” His gaze finally met your own and he made sure to accentuate with a firm thrust. 

You were about to say something when you felt his hand travel down your body again and tug on your short strings. You hoped this time he would manage to get them down your legs, but you could sense the growing frustration at the fact he couldn’t even untie the little bow you made. 

“Why?! Why can’t I—?!” The more he pulled the worse the knot he had created got tighter, this enchantment seemingly making his brain all scrambled. 

As funny as it was to watch, you were more eager for what was going to happen next so you pushed him away slightly so you could finally shimmy your shorts down your legs. 

Jungkook looked at you thankful for the help and his whole body seemingly cried when your shorts and panties were gone and flung across the room. Seeing you naked, fuck, he’s wanted you like this all day. As much as he wanted to feel you around him, Jungkook was more interested in pleasing you. 

You expected him to get back on top but he laid back over on your side and started ushering you over on top of him. 

“What’s this about?” You wondered. 

“Sit on my face.” He was blunt but the enchantment allowed for nothing more. You were a little shocked once again he was still finding it in him to take care of you when he’s like this, but were you really? This was Jungkook you’re talking about, the guy who thrives on your pleasure. 

You laughed slightly, but quickly obeyed his wish and moved so you were hovering over his mouth. 

You gripped your headboard tight when you felt his hands come up to stroke your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself over his mouth, worried about squishing his head. Jungkook was quick at pushing those worries aside as he pulled you down to eagerly start lapping between your drenched folds. 

You weren’t at all prepared, your back arching and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. 

Even in a state like this Jungkook made sure to remind you he knew your body well after years spent together. 

“Jungkook— fuck, fuck yes—“ You groaned when he used his tongue to circle your clit, occasionally sucking on it. Your whole body was on fire, if someone was watching they might have also thought you had eaten some of the enchanted waffles along with him at how desperate you seemed.  

Truth is, you missed, you missed him so much. You had missed him all week, long hours keeping you both apart even before enchantment came into effect. You missed him all day today, you were stuck downstairs as you thought about what might have happened if you had opened the bathroom earlier, what if Jungkook had fucked you on the counter, what if you agreed to stay in bed with him. All of the possibility was dwarfed by how hot you were thinking about what actually happened. Trapped downstairs on the phone with the fifth tech support person trying to help you with your order, all you could think about was your boyfriend’s pretty ass cock and how much you wanted to be pounded into oblivion right then and there for the guy on the phone to hear. 

You’ve been hot all day. As hard as you knew this was for Jungkook, it almost felt like you were being punished being forced to watch. 

Having him like this, below you, eating you out like his life depended on it made you so fucking hot. 

When your thighs started to get a bit shaky, you finally looked down at him a little surprised to see his dazed gaze on you. You happily took one of your hands off the head board and let them tangle into his long brown locks. 

You felt the subtle vibrations of the way he moaned. You watched as one of his hands that was gripping onto your thighs let go and hastily reached downward. Curious, you broke away from his gaze and to turn behind you and you felt a whole new fire light inside you at the sight of him hurriedly pumping his cock. 

You quickly turned back down to him and noticed his eyes had glossed over, this whole thing apparently getting to him more than you thought. 

Oh.

Suddenly you were back in the moment and was painfully aware of the skilled work of your boyfriend's tongue, playing with your clit, licking between your folds, and even into your hole. You knew you would cum soon at this rate. 

“Are you enjoying this that much?” You teased breathlessly, moving your hips in a way that the new angle had your grinding against the tip of his nose. Fuck.

His attention shifted back to you, albeit still dazed. 

You gripped onto his hair tighter when he didn’t answer, even though how could he with your pussy in his mouth. You watched intently as the way his eyes started rolling back. Hot. 

You weren’t in the mood for games, you just wanted to fucking cum at this point. 

“Fuck Jungkook, you’re so good to me always. Love you.” It was a hasty confession as your attention turned towards chasing the high that’s been dangled in front of you all day. 

Jungkook seemed to speed up at the praise. It didn’t take long for that built up tension to finally snap when you cried out as you experienced one of the most toe-curling, mind numbing orgasms you’ve ever had. 

Jungkook gave you no time to recover though, because even after he worked you through it and you started to lift up, he showed no signs of stopping. 

You looked down at him and he nodded up at you, needing no words to explain.

He wanted to watch again, have you cum all over his face one more time. You were so sensitive, confused at the blissful sting of overstimulation, but still extremely turned on because holy fucking shit was this hot. 

Jungkook quickly had you back to that point where that feeling was back all too soon and you were crying out once more and your orgasm hit you faster than a freight train. 

Your brain didn’t know how to comprehend what happened as you sat there for a second, letting your heart and breathing calm down. What just happened? You felt fuzzy all over, loved, comforted, and—

Jungkook’s hand suddenly fell from your thigh as you finally looked down once again. You were delighted to see the fucked out expression, his eyes were closed and you cooed internally at the way his eyelashes tickled his cheeks. He was so pretty. His brows were furrowed as the hand that had long left your thigh continued to move. That’s when you remembered what you saw last time. 

You turned around and was shocked to see the cum covering his toned stomach, but he was still harder than ever. Suddenly you were hot all over again. 

You turned back to Jungkook once more, noticing how pained his delicate expression had gotten. 

“Please, inside…” He finally opened his eyes to look up at you. You also noticed how red he seemed and you wondered if he was just hot, flushed, or was it embarrassment? Maybe all three considering? You could also see how wet his face was, you didn’t know whether that was just you or the tears that had especially collected around his eyes. 

You swung your leg over and took a seat next to him. Jungkook was quick at sitting up and turning toward you, you both just looked at each other before Jungkook got too impatient and hurriedly pulled you into a kiss. 

He was hungry, desperate, and had you breathless by the time he moved you both so you were on your back and he was slotted between your thighs, ignoring the stickiness between you. 

You moaned into the kiss when you felt the steady grind of his cock between your folds. Despite having just come (twice), you still found yourself eager to have him inside you, finally. 

Jungkook pulled away to hurriedly line himself up, ready to finally fucking finally feel you, but just as he was about to push in you remembered something. 

“Wait— Jungkook!” You called and he looked up at you, a little startled. 

“Mhmmm?” He almost sounded like he was drunk, his attention quickly turning back down to your pussy and was entranced at how wet you sounded, his eyes glued to the way his cock looked as he pushed it through the slickness of your folds. 

“Do you think we should use a condom?” You asked, a little concerned. You never typically did these days, but with this enchantment it may be better just in case. 

Jungkook was trying his best to pay attention to your words, but fuck, he was so close and you felt so good. 

“I don’t know if my birth control can go up against this enchantment.” 

“Eghhhh— I don’t mind if you think it’s better. It’s up to you.” His brain was not working, of course he had a preference and that preference was clouding any sort of logical thinking. 

“What— you don’t mind if this gets me pregnant?” You giggled at the comment. 

Jungkook's eyes returned to yours but then back down between you both. “Feel like I could give you octuplets right now.” He chuckled weakly, both trying to joke along with you but he was also incredibly serious, painfully serious.

You just laughed realizing you shouldn’t really be asking him when he’s like this. “Ohhh, that’s just the enchantment talking baby~” You smiled, somehow endeared by his words. 

“I’m serious though, whatever you want to do— but wait, we haven’t used condoms for so long I don’t even remember if I have any left.” He panicked. Just the thought of stopping now made him want to throw something out the window. He felt close already.

“Please hurry baby…” He moaned, trying his best to stay calm but this fucking enchantment was making it very hard.

You sensing the urgency decided to think about this. 

There is no way you wouldn’t end up pregnant from this if you just do nothing— or well, there’s just a great chance. Considering you weren’t enchanted by the waffles maybe that would be enough? You also had no idea anyway if you had any condoms in the room anymore. Maybe you would be fine? You could make your own remedy of sorts in the morning as well just for good measure. 

And would it really be that bad if all that fails? Sure you weren’t at that point of your life where you were ready to start having kids, but this was with Jungkook, not some random guy from a one night stand. If things didn’t go to plan, it wouldn’t be that bad. 

Your judgment was questionable though considering you were just as eager to finally feel him inside you and the way his cock slid over your clit made your mind a little fuzzy. Might you regret it in the morning, maybe, but you would solve that issue when you get there. You had a plan as well so—

���Alright— I have a plan for tomorrow, but just get inside before I lose my mi—” You were hardly able to finish your sentence before Jungkook hurriedly pushed inside you, not even making it in all the way before he buried himself in your neck and let out the most glorious moan as he came inside you.  

You were shocked but you still rubbed his back lightly, trying to help him through it. You could only imagine at this point how intense things have gotten for him, the thought turned you on and for a brief moment considered one day downing three of these waffles and seeing what happens. 

Jungkook eventually pulled away and you immediately noticed the tears that stained his face and quickly brought your hands up to wipe them. 

“Was it good?” You chuckled, but you were starting to get a tad bit concerned seeing how fucked out he was beginning to look. 

He shakily nodded his head. 

“You’re lucky I said yes.” You laughed hoping that would pep him back up back you could tell he was hardly paying any attention to what you were saying.

“S-s-sorry.” His voice was soft and you couldn’t help yourself as you brought him closer to kiss his cheek. The lights were dim in your room, but once your lips touched his skin you finally felt just how wet his face was. 

“It doesn’t hurt right?” You asked immediately as you pulled back.

He shook his head. 

“Feels too good.” He sighed as he steadily started to move his hips again. 

Jungkook was not at all prepared for what it would feel like to be inside you with this enchantment. Maybe he was so sensitive from how many times he’s cum already, or things really have escalated to a point that everything has just become so overwhelming, but the minute he started moving his hips he was rendered speechless. 

The enchantment only seemed to enhance every sensation the warm embrace your walls always gave him. It was so good, you were so good to him. Every sense of his made his brain go haywire, the way you wrapped around him, the way your hands ran along his back, the way you looked up at him as he fucked you, your expression, your eyes alone was enough to get him to cum again. 

He loved you so much. 

“Fuck.” He whispered so quietly he doubted you heard it, he couldn’t say it any louder even if he wanted to. Despite the odd circumstances and how frustrating the day has been, being here with you like this made it all worth it. 

Jungkook didn’t even realize how much his eyes had watered up until your expression started to shift to worry when you brought your hand up to wipe his face. 

“Fuck— Jungkook are you sure you’re ok?” You asked, once again concerned. 

“Mhmmmm, good, so good. Don’t wanna cum yet, wanna make you feel good too.” He cried. He was desperate to make you feel even an ounce of what he did. His pace had remained painfully slow, knowing the minute he sped up it’d be over. 

“This feels good— don’t worry baby this is about you, ok?” You smiled up at him. It was meant to be reassuring but it only made him feel worse. 

Jungkook picked up the pace and relished in your delighted moans and the sound of the bed frame creaking at your escapades. It was overwhelming, so overwhelming, that feeling, that need to fill you up once more became harder to ignore. 

He tried his best to distract himself by kissing you hastily but that only seemed to make things worse. It was just so good. 

“Oh— oh go—“ 

It felt like he was hit with a train the way his orgasm knocked him so suddenly, somehow it was even more intense than before. It felt like a fervor dream, he was delirious, and maybe it was this enchantment, but as he coated your walls with his cum there was some strange part in him that wanted all this to get you pregnant. 

It was a guilty confession that he knew he would regret later, but it’s what fueled him despite how exhausted his body felt to flip you over so you were on your hands and knees so he could do it again. 

The position gave him a great view of your ass, and he cursed to himself quietly as watched the way it’d jiggle anytime he pushed into you. 

“So—so good Jungkook…” You whined. 

“Close?” Was all he could ask and you hurriedly nodded. 

Jungkook’s hand quickly came down to smack your ass and gripped on the soft mounds hard, loving the way you moaned for him. As much as he’s enjoyed the thought about whipped cream all over your titties all day, your ass will always be his favorite. 

Jungkook felt your walls tighten around his cock and he knew you were close. 

He pulled you close so your back was against him, the new angle allowing him to fuck into you easily, while his hand went down to rub your clit and his mouth kissed your neck.

The position had him reaching spots inside you that made your mind go blank as you soon felt him fill you up once again, but he didn’t stop until you were soon cumming all over his cock. 

You were hardly able to recover before Jungkook was pulling out of you and laying down only to usher you so you were hovering over his cock. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, and it didn’t take much to figure out what he was asking from you. 

You were already starting to get a little tired and barely coming off your last orgasm you still found it in yourself to sink down onto his length once again. You felt his hands come up and grip your hips tightly as you began to slowly move. 

You also surprised yourself with the fact that you were keeping up with him, no enchantment fueling your efforts, just your love for this idiot who ate your waffles.

You marveled at his soft sighs of pleasure and how beautiful he looked. He had grown more quiet like back in the kitchen and just by the look on his face you knew things had really gotten intense. You could only imagine, you’re not even sure how many times he’s cum at this point.

“You’re so pretty baby~” You breathlessly confessed and he let out a strained moan as one of his hands moved up to play with one of your tits. For some reason you knew he was close once again.

“You’re gonna cum again for me baby?” You asked but you knew. You noticed his eyes started getting watery again, tears falling from his eyes.

“Y-yes.” He strained and you could hardly hear him.

You decided to speed up a little, not wanting to drag this out for him. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his cock filling you up, focusing on keeping a steady rhythm. It wasn’t too long after you started losing yourself in the pleasure that you felt his grip on your hips tighten before you heard Jungkook out a moan as his eyes rolled back and you felt him fill you up once again. 

You smiled but Jungkook was quick at moving you so you laid on your side, your back against his chest before he was entering you from behind. He didn’t move for a little while and it was then that you were able to look over at his nightstand to see the time. 

11:56. 

Almost there.

Jungkook also noticed that this was finally about to come to an end and knew he wanted to make the most of it. One more time. 

Jungkook grabbed ahold of your thigh and lifted it up so your leg could rest ontop of his so he could fuck into you easier and slowly started to move. 

“One more time.” He sighed, kissing your neck.  

He wasn’t talking about himself. Four minutes at this point was enough time for cum at least twice, but he was thinking about you. He wanted– no, needed to feel you cum around his cock once more. 

Jungkook quickly found a good pace and reached around to find your clit once again. 

You moaned for him, not honestly thinking you could cum again, but Jungkook always had a way of proving you wrong because you quickly felt that growing need once again. 

It was so good, he was so good. Being close like this, his length buried deep inside, his fingers on your clit, his lips on your skin, you felt so loved and still being a little sensitive from your last orgasm you felt so close so quickly.

As much as he wanted to wait until you were closer, the way your walls were gripping made him spill into you quicker than he liked but he never faltered, speeding up instead determined to make you cum around him before midnight.

“Fuck, fuck please baby–” He pleaded and you cried. 

You were close, so fucking close. 

With a couple more thrusts you felt that blinding surge of pleasure spread through your whole body and moaned his name as he somehow gave you your fourth orgasm of the day. It hit Jungkook as well, your orgasm suddenly having him spilling into you once again. 

It was a blissful end. 

Jungkook shakily worked you both through the waves of pleasure as the clock changed to 12:00. Instead of this neverending sea of desire Jungkook had been swimming in all day, the calm silence of that relief was slowly gifted to him as well. 

You both just sat there trying to collect yourselves because– woah. Despite the circumstances this definitely was a night to remember. 

The longer you laid there the more you just wanted to head to bed but you were sweaty, covered in cum, and your room was still a mess. After a little while you finally found the motivation to pry yourself away from Jungkook’s warm embrace. When you turned around you were a little shocked, or well not that shocked, to see his eyes closed and seemingly asleep already.

You didn’t blame him, honestly surprised he didn’t fall out sooner than this. 

You were about to jump out of the bed to start your shower when you felt a hand on your wrist, stopping you. 

“Don’t leave me please…” His eyes were still closed and he sounded so drowsy. You leaned in closer and pushed the hair out of his face, the ends noticeably damp. 

“What’s that baby?”

“Don’t leave.” He looked up at you. The only thing on Jungkook’s mind was falling asleep with you in his arms.

“I don’t want to get up either, but I was just going to shower and maybe get started a little bit on all the laundry–” 

“Don’t leave.” He said once again.

You leaned down and kissed him on his forehead. “I promise to be back soon ok, you’ll probably be asleep by the time I get back anyway.” 

“But I want you with me…” He pouted. 

“You can come join me in the shower if you want.” You suggested. 

“Tirreeeedddd, can’t this wait till morning.” He sighed and you couldn’t help but giggle. He always gets really baby when he’s sleepy. 

“I’ll be back ok~” You reassured him and headed for the bathroom.

As tired as he was, unlike the last time he went to sleep, Jungkook wanted to make sure you’d be in his arms when he wakes up. Despite how everything and everywhere in his body ached, he still found himself joining you in the bathroom. 

You were shocked but found your cheeks warming when you saw him groggily walk into the bathroom to join you. 

You didn’t want to make the shower take too long, he was tired and you were as well and you had laundry to start. Jungkook was hardly awake, almost falling over a couple times as the warm water fell over you both. 

When you went to shampoo his hair and gently massaged his scalp, even in his delirious state he almost felt teary. This was so nice, you were so so good to him.

“Y/n…” He quietly got your attention. 

“Mhmm~”

“I’m sorry…” 

“What for?” You couldn’t hide your confusion at what he could possibly be apologizing for.

“I’ve been a burden all day, ate those waffles, made things hard for you. I’m sorry.” His brain was hardly working, but he’s felt bad about this all day. 

“It’s alright, I should have gotten a fridge for the shop already anyway.” You laughed. “And you haven’t been a burden alright, today was fun!” You weren’t lying, you definitely had fun today. 

Jungkook smiled and pulled you in for a hug, not wanting at all to let go. Not now, not ever. 

You both eventually made it out of the shower and the minute Jungkook got his clothes on he collapsed onto the bed, sleep becoming too much to fight at this point. You had managed to wiggle the sheets out underneath him, still being visibly damp from earlier.

You went ahead and grabbed everything else and took it to the laundry room, but after seeing how much you had to do, ultimately decided it may just be best to save it for the morning like Jungkook suggested. The shower made you sleepy so instead you went to bring out your thick blanket.

When you got to the room you were a little surprised to find Jungkook sitting up on the bed, looking half out of it. 

“I thought you fell asleep already?” You giggled as you went over to caress his cheek. 

“Mmmm, wanted you here. Can’t fall asleep yet.” He sighed, nuzzling into your hand. 

You took the hint and made quick work on tossing the blanket out over the bed, grabbing the pillows that were on the floor, and climbing into bed with your boyfriend.

As soon as you got in the bed, turned off the lights, and got you both situated he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It probably didn’t take even a minute before you heard his light snores and you were sure it didn’t take long after that for you to join. 

What a day.

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“You think anyone will believe this?” You asked after he clicked the post button. 

“Probably not, but that’s the point. Feels good to talk about these things though.” Jungkook smiled, his heart warm from reminiscing all day. 

You smiled and hugged him. 

“Alright, I’ve been here long enough, I have classes to get to.” You sighed, hopping up from the bed. “I’ll be back from the shop before 6 so I can do dinner today.” You kissed his cheek and was about to run off to put on your shoes, but Jungkook grabbed your hand. 

He looked down at your intertwined fingers, imagining once again that ring he saw in the shop earlier on your finger, how pretty it would look until you both got matching bands. He was feeling a little too sentimental at the thought and how much he wished it was already on your finger. 

“Ummmm, watcha doing?” You asked, noticing him staring at your hand. 

“Ermm– sorry.” He leaned down and kissed your hand. “Be back soon ok, miss you already.” He sighed, hating that you had to leave him on his day off. 

You leaned down and kissed his lips, Jungkook wholeheartedly melting into the kiss, thinking about what it might be like to kiss you like this on your wedding day. 

You pulled away with a big smile on your face. 

“Oh right! Don’t forget to take the broom over to my mom’s, he’s really been missing her these days.” 

Jungkook groaned. “You know your broom hates me, it’ll take forever just to get him out of the room.” He recounted the last time he was responsible for taking your broom out. 

“Cmoonnn you guys need some bonding time anyway, and plus my mom also wanted to see you as well so… good luck.” You said as you left the room. 

“Alright, come back soon! I’m making bulgogi tonight!” He yelled out to you and he quickly heard you running back and giving him another hug before running out the room again. 

“Bye!” You called out, before the door closed behind you, leaving Jungkook alone. 

How this was his life was still a mystery to him as well, who gets to say they need to take their girlfriend’s broom out? 

…

Who gets to say they need to take their fiance’s broom out?

…

…

Who gets to say they need to take their wife’s broom out?

Jungkook’s face flushed at the thought. Maybe this trip won’t be so bad? He had something he needed to ask your mom anyway.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn’t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it. 

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind. 

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him. 

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

Taglist: @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @shirley2996

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn’t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it. 

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind. 

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him. 

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

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