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For the Birds— Prologue | JJK

I want you to stay even though you don’t want me.

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Yuri)

♡ Genre: angst, smut, future fluff

♡ Rated: D for Disappointment

♡ Series Warnings: Lots of smut (not always healthy), cheating, discussions of depression, this series includes Jk in a pretty toxic environment, degradation (not the sexy kind), manipulation, and overall Jk being in an emotionally abusive situation! This chapter is not too bad, but please read with caution going forward!

♡ Chapter Warnings: Jk sad boy, Yuri being… :/, oral (f. receiving), masturbation (m)

♡ Word Count: 12.6k

♡ Summary: As the son of the CEO at Golden Tech, a marriage was arranged in the name of business. Jungkook really tried to make the most of his situation and be the best husband he could be, but no matter how much he tried, his wife just doesn’t seem to want him. Then you… you came into his life and his eyes couldn’t help but wander.

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♡ Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this for a while, but I got sudden inspiration to finish the prologue~ This series should get pretty exciting, so stay tuned! ← Omg y’all the prologue has been in my drafts since 2020 :’) This series has gone through a lot of evolution that I might talk about in the future. This series is very different from where it started, but the prologue has always remained vastly the same, so it has a special place in my heart! Hope you enjoy the series my friends, this one is very emotional, so prepare for the rollercoaster ahead! I’m excited to show you what’s to come <3!

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“Secretary Yu, could you remind me of the schedule for the day?”Jungkook let his disgruntled sigh fill the room as he rubbed his temples, doing anything he could for a chance to soothe the subtle pounding in his head. Displeasure was painted all over his features, and his eyes were tightly closed while he listened to his assistant’s clicking heels stop in front of his desk.

The room was dark, but that hadn’t kept his retinas from burning any less as he looked at the woman in front of him— he didn’t know at this point if it was because of all the crying or the exhaustion from waking up so early. The day had only just begun, and he already wanted it to end; to just climb back in bed, sleep away his troubles, and forget everything that transpired over the last 24 hours. Hell, maybe there was still a chance he was asleep, and that this was all just a bad nightmare his brain had conjured up in nervousness.

“Director Jeon? I didn’t expect you to be in so early.” Secretary Yu Min-ju tried to smile but the furrowing of her eyebrows made it obvious she was a little confused. This hadn’t been part of the plan they discussed. Jungkook didn’t let the moment linger, instead, gave her a firm look of exasperation that made her hastily pull out her tablet to find his schedule.

Her usual cheerfulness was not what he needed today.

Min-ju couldn't stop the smile appearing on her face when she saw its rare emptiness. “Your hard work these past few days has paid off. Today is pretty light. A meeting with the financial team at 12, and then another meeting at 1pm with Mr. Cho. You should be able to go home after that.” The secretary warmly smiled.

Jungkook’s eyes drifted down to the picture sitting on his desk as she spoke. It was of him and his wife on their honeymoon last year to The Maldives. They had been walking on the beach and his mother had texted and begged for a picture of the new couple; Jungkook could do nothing but oblige. Yuri had clung onto his shoulders when he held up his phone, and upon counting down to one, gave him a surprise kiss on the cheek leading to Jungkook’s eager, unnaturally wide smile being captured forever and memorialized on his desk. He couldn’t help but frown.

He wanted to be excited, craved for it, yearned for it, but home was the last place he wanted to be right now. All that hard work for nothing. For once he wished he had more to do, anything to keep his mind busy.

“Didn’t I have deadlines for a few upcoming reports?” He suddenly questioned.

Min-ju looked farther down her list and she nodded. “There are a few documents that need reviewing and signatures, but a majority of them aren’t due till next week. But you don’t need to—“

“I’ll get them done today.” Jungkook’s tone was astoundingly emotionless, completely void of the delightful emotion he had spoken with in the days leading up to today. Min-ju was at a loss for words. She knew how hard he worked to free up his day for the special occasion. What's with the sudden change of plans? What happened?

It was Jungkook himself who had requested for her to try and free his schedule so he would be in the office for as little time as possible. There was no joy or giddiness behind his eyes like she had expected. Min-ju had pictured her boss walking in with a strange cheerfulness in his mood, rainbows and sparkles practically dancing around him as he skipped through the halls and greeted her good morning. But his tone lacked spirit altogether. Jungkook was like a husk compared to the person she said goodbye to the evening prior.

“I— uh alright, I’ll make sure to send them to you later sir.” Min-ju bowed, before she scrambled away.

Jungkook listened intently to the way her heels tentatively clicked while she walked out, it was at a certain speed that told him she was rushing to get out of there. As soon as the door closed behind her, he let out a loud sigh as he leaned back in his chair.

What a fucking disappointment this whole day turned out to be.

Jungkook had planned today to be one of the most preeminent days for him and his wife as a couple and those plans were all squashed within a second last night. It had been playing over and over in his head since he woke up this morning.

He tangled his hands in his hair, his grip growing tighter and tighter on his short locks as the reality of the situation hit him for the billionth time. It just wouldn’t stop, replaying in a loop hoping something might change. That he’d wake up from this nightmare, or maybe even realize something that in the heat of the moment had gone entirely unnoticed— anything to explain what happened. Last night still didn’t feel real.

The cancellation had been entirely unexpected.

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Last night Jungkook had been in high spirits all day. A radiance was cast on his features by the pure, exorbitant elation flowing through his body. It was like the most beautiful display of fireworks were going off all at once, tickling his insides, and making the smile on his face grow so wide it hurt his cheeks but he couldn’t find it in him to stop. After all, tomorrow was going to be the turning point for their relationship. Something was about to happen, he was sure of it.

Jungkook was lying on their shared bed, having just recently come out from the shower. His hair was still slightly damp, and a giddy smile was plastered on his face as he scrolled through his phone. He was eagerly reviewing their itinerary for their plans tomorrow.

D-day. The day that Jungkook and his wife were meant to celebrate their one and a half year anniversary. It might be a weird occasion to commemorate, but after being apart for too many holidays and milestones for various reasons, Jungkook went out of his way and made it a point to plan something to make up for all the lost time.

He let his attention turn from his phone and settled on his wife who was meticulously going through her nightly routine at her vanity. His smile softened as he silently watched her dab night cream across her cheeks.

How was this his life?

Sometimes it was a little hard to believe Yuri was actually his wife, it was almost intimidating at how beautiful she was. Her eyes were round yet sharp in their gaze as she focused on the mirror. Her skin was usually so soft but it shined even more so at that moment from all the various oils and moisturizers she made sure to use every night. Her long, dark hair flowed nicely down her back but was pushed out of her face by a cute, fuzzy, gray headband. And even in pajamas, she managed to carry this level of elegance that pulled him in so easily.

Jungkook bit his lip to contain the smile that was threatening to envelop him entirely.

The outfit was especially a big deal. It was different from the shorts and tank tops she’d normally wear. It had been his idea to start the celebration with matching pajamas, a slight preview to the day he had planned for the both of them. Jungkook’s heart had hammered in his chest when Yuri relented and agreed to wear the set he had given to her before she went to shower. It matched his own exactly. It was nothing too special, but a nice way to bring them together before the big day. A simple, gray pajama-button-down-classic; the material was so soft and he knew Yuri would look just as amazing as it felt.

She always did.

His excitement was almost overflowing, Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from getting up so he was right behind her. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, and gently placed a quick peck on her neck.

“I’m so excited for tomorrow~” He hummed lightly into her skin.

Yuri didn’t say anything, her attention trained on her reflection.

“What about you? Are you looking forward to spending the day together and doing all the fun stuff I have planned?” He sang. As soon as the words left his mouth he knew it sounded cringey, but for once he didn’t care. He just wanted to hear it, that she was excited to be with him.

Yuri’s gaze eventually flickered over to him before she turned around to face him.

“Jungkook, I have to tell you something…“ She sighed. He tried to ignore his uneasy feeling about her tone.

“Oh, you did?” Jungkook attempted to fight back his disappointment. That wasn’t what he hoped she’d say.

“Yeah, I did,” she muttered. He hated the look on his face as he peered into the mirror. A slight frown had dimmed down his smile, and he wanted to do anything to wipe it away. There was no time for frowning, he didn’t want to ruin tomorrow before it even started. He shouldn’t overthink it.

“I had something I needed to mention too.” He went back over to the bed. “I wasn’t able to get out of my meetings tomorrow so I’ll have to go in for a few hours, but I promise I’ll come straight back here.” He had really tried, but there was no way to reschedule them any further into the week. At least that was the only thing on his agenda tomorrow, however, he had wanted to take the day off completely and spend it with his wife.

Jungkook saw Yuri’s face drop.

“Don't worry, I’ll be here all morning! I worked hard to clear my schedule as much as I could, it’ll just be two meetings and then I’m back.” He tried to smile. Hopefully, she wouldn’t mind the brief interruption too much.

“Actually—“ Yuri dragged it out as she looked back into the mirror to make sure she rubbed in the cream well, “I have plans tomorrow.” She put it frankly.

Jungkook blinked a couple of times before a look of confusion settled on his features. “Plans?” His voice had grown small. It didn’t have a reason to yet, but maybe all along he knew where this was going the minute she brought it up.

“I have a friend from when I went to school in the US coming to visit.” She mumbled. Jungkook couldn’t hide the disappointment from showing.

“Oh? Um…”

“We’re planning to spend some time together, so…”

“When will you guys be done?” He questioned, still a little shocked that she was just telling him about this now, the day before their plans. “Hopefully we can work around it. Maybe you guys could meet up while I’m gone so it doesn’t mess up—“

“Jungkook, this is going to be an all-day thing.” He could see the way Yuri watched his expression from the mirror as the gears started turning in his head, now realizing what that meant. The silence that settled in the room was painful.

“But… but we had plans.”

“I know we did, but—“

“But?! Yuri I told you weeks ago!” Jungkook retorted. He was angry now. He didn’t want to be angry.

“Weeks Yuri, weeks!” He continued, unable to process this was happening. There was no way she could have simply “forgotten” about the day they were supposed to spend together. He’d literally been talking about it since they both agreed to do this a few weeks ago.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He accused, confused how news like this would just go unsaid.

“She just called me two days ago,” Yuri argued, as if that would make this any better.

“Two days ago— and you didn’t say anything until now?” He was baffled. There was no excuse why she couldn’t have brought this up sooner.

“Well— look how you’re reacting.” She scoffed and crossed her arms.

That just set him off even more.

“How I’m reacting, Yuri?! We talked about this for weeks; it’s the only thing I’ve been talking about for the past few days. I’m sorry that I was excited to spend the day with my wife.” Jungkook exploded at her. He was furious, and he didn’t like it. This wasn’t how this day was supposed to go.

Yuri didn’t say anything but instead rolled her eyes.

“And you can’t just cancel?!” He finally asked, getting up and pacing around their shared room.

“Jungkook, she's my friend! I haven’t seen her in a while and—“

“But what about me?!” He snapped. The words seemed to hang in the air, a painful silence following it. Jungkook noticed the look on her face, and he sighed as he sat down at the edge of the bed so he was facing her. He ran his hands through his hair and took a couple deep breaths to get himself to calm down.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that… it’s just… Yuri, we've been married for a year and a half and I feel like I hardly know you. I know this is technically only meant to be business, but I thought we said we’d try and make this work.” He cried as he grabbed a hold of her hands. He looked her directly in the eyes, wanting her to know that he meant every word.

Was he really asking for too much?

“We’ve hardly gotten time together since our honeymoon. Our schedules are full, and I know that’s not our fault, but I just wanted some time alone with you even if it was only for a day.” He pleaded; the desperation was so evident in his voice. He felt pathetic.

“We can do that any day. My friend will only be here for the next two weeks.” Yuri acknowledged before she turned back to her vanity.

“And why can’t you just hang out another day?” He asked, defeat overtaking him and his efforts to convince her. There was no point really. It seemed she had already made up her mind.

“I said she’s leaving in two weeks. We only have a limited time to hang out before she’s catching a plane back to California. Besides, we can just do something after she leaves. We will have all the time in the world when she’s gone in two weeks.” Her words were punches straight to the heart. She always says that when she needs to cancel plans— that next week never comes.

Her excuse was ridiculous, but this wasn’t the first time it had happened. He’s used to it now and knows there isn’t really any point in trying to negotiate.

“Yuri, I have a business trip that week.”

“Well what about the—“ she was cut off.

“You have a shoot in Hawaii that week.” Jungkook just sighed and got back up to sit on his side of the bed. “We can just forget about it all together in that case.” He fumed as he flipped over, now too upset to even face her right now.

Part of him was hoping she’d just say “Never mind, I’ll just reschedule,” jump in the bed and cuddle with him because she realized just how much this meant to him, to herself, and to them both as a couple. Everything would be fine and–

But no… Yuri just sat there, seemingly unaffected by the cancellation of their plans.

He began to think it was a little sad at how upset he was. Yuri didn’t care; maybe he truly had made this a bigger deal than it needed to be. She was right in some sense— they live together and can plan something any day of the year.

But it still hurt that just for this one day, Yuri didn’t want to spend time with him.

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It did not get any better the next day. He woke up in a bad mood. She wasn’t even there in the morning. Everything just made him upset: Yuri’s cold, empty side of the bed, he forgot to turn off his alarm so he missed his opportunity to sleep in, and he nearly slipped in the shower as he was ranting to himself about how dumb this was. Their annoying, squeaky bedroom door that Jungkook’s been meaning to call someone about. Even the milk for his cereal pissed him off because he asked Yuri last night to pick up more while she was out but of course, she forgot, and he forgot to tell their cook about it thinking she’d get it, so he only had a little left for his breakfast this morning.

The last place he wanted to be was at their apartment so he left for work as soon as he was ready.

Jungkook took out his phone knowing he had some time to kill and he needed someone to rant to or else he was going to go crazy. A few minutes later, like the trusty friend he was, Jimin was bursting through the door like he was the Kool Aid man, ready to listen to all of Jungkook’s problems.

“Ok, who’s ass do I need to kick?” Jimin came in, hands up, ready to fight– which might have been Jungkook’s fault with the ambiguous text he sent to his hyung. Saying “the world’s ending, need help now!” might have been a little too drastic, but it felt appropriate at the moment.

“Mine...” Jungkook groaned, his head was on the desk but he could hear Jimin’s footsteps hurrying over, before taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk. This was routine at this point.

The two of them had been friends for a number of years now. Jimin was two years older than Jungkook and had mainly been friends with his brother at first. But when Junghyeon left, apparently he decided he needed to leave his big brother duties to someone, and he thought who else would be a better fit to watch over him than Park Jimin? Those were Junghyeon’s words when Jungkook first mentioned that he was getting close to his old friend. Jimin occasionally checked up on him when he was still in high school, and their bond grew really strong soon after Jungkook had started college. Jimin became his guide as he navigated adult life and a very real friendship was born from his brother’s efforts.

When Jimin graduated, it only felt natural for Jungkook to extend an invitation to work at his family’s company, knowing how good of an addition he would be to the team. As of about three and a half years ago, they’ve also been work buddies.

“So,” Jimin stretched it out. “What is it this time?” He asked when Jungkook still hadn’t said anything.

Silence followed.

“Is this about Yuri?” Jimin finally questioned, that being the most obvious, considering Jungkook shouldn’t even be in right now.

The younger man nodded.

Jimin hummed as he thought about it for a second. “Ok, is this another rant about your sex life because I have some—“

“No, no, no, well… maybe, yes? I don’t know hyung, I'm just…” All Jungkook could do was sigh, his frustration getting to a boiling point again.

“I’m guessing with the way you’re acting, things didn’t go as planned…?” Jimin asked wearily, knowing precisely what Jungkook had in store for today. He’d helped Jungkook plan it out. The first thing that was supposed to be on the itinerary was waking Yuri up with a good time. Jimin was the one to suggest it, but the fact he was in a bad mood was enough to let him know things hadn’t gone the way that they’d discussed.

“The whole plan didn’t happen,” Jungkook lamented as he leaned back in his office chair. He could feel Jimin’s confusion without even having to look at him. “She canceled our whole day because of a friend visiting from the US.” He scowled and saying it out loud made it sound even more unreal.

Jimin blinked a couple of times, obviously just as confused as he was. “A friend?”

“It’s something she knew about two days ago before even bringing it up last night. It wasn’t even a full day before our plans!” At least he could’ve gotten a heads-up. He wasn’t sure what that would have done, but at least he could have had more time to cope with the disappointment.

“What?” Jimin questioned in disbelief.

“And maybe, maybe I’d get it if today was the only day they could hang out, but she said they’re going to be here for the next two weeks.” Jungkook was getting angry all over again.

“I’m sorry, what?” Jimin repeated, honestly just baffled.

“And! And when I asked her why they can’t just hang out the next day, she said it’s because they’re only here for a limited time and that we can just hang out whenever!” It didn’t make any sense that she would say that when Jungkook had to spend days working into the early hours of the morning trying to clear his schedule enough so that they could have some time together.

“What the fuck…” Jimin looked just as confused as he felt.

“I know, it’s ridiculous…” He trailed off with a laugh, but the pain from the sudden cancellation made it hard to even pretend this was anywhere near comical.

“Jungkook, I think that’s a lot more than ridiculous…” Jimin tried to reassure, his tone quickly turning sympathetic.

“I know we’re arranged, but I just… I thought being married would be more than this, you know?” He leaned back in his chair. Jungkook simply had dreams for his future and this wasn’t anything he pictured it would look like.

“And there’s nothing wrong with that. You both agreed to try and she has never given you a reason why she’s practically avoiding you.” Jimin said, recounting the fact this wasn’t even the first time something like this has happened.

“I’m wondering if it’s me. Maybe I’m not doing enough or maybe I’m doing it all wrong? Right? It had to be something I did.” Jungkook tried to rack his brain, thinking of anything he did that might have made Yuri so upset at him.

“I don’t think it’s your fault. You’re trying your best. It doesn’t make sense to me why she did this. It wouldn’t make sense to anyone, but I don’t know… maybe she wants her space.” Jimin suggested, it being the only explanation he could come up with to make sense of her behavior.

The words sat in the air for a second, a painful second, like the wrong note reverberating at the end of a musical piece. Jimin didn’t notice the shift fast enough before Jungkook suddenly sat up to look at him, and his brows were furrowed like what he said was crazy.

“Space? We have space all the time, this was the one day I wanted us to be a couple— or at least try and be a couple.” Jungkook chided and Jimin immediately knew he didn’t phrase that in the best way.

“I meant it more so for yourself. I’ve seen and been in enough relationships, situationships, you name it, to know when to back away. Things are obviously going to be even more complicated because you’re in an arranged marriage. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but maybe taking a step back so you don’t get hurt is something to think about.” Jimin laid it out plainly, but Jungkook maintained his hard expression. If anything, he seemed even more displeased.

“I have to make this work. I’m obviously not doing what she wants!” Jungkook seethed.

“We have no idea what’s going on. I’m just trying to stop you from getting hurt.” Jimin's gaze filled with sympathy, but Jungkook just seemed to grow more angered as he rolled his eyes at him.

“Like you would understand— everyone wants to be around you.” Jungkook scoffed, turning away.

Jimin sat there for a second, dumbfounded, wondering where that came from.

“What are you talking about?”

“Everyone likes you! Everyone practically flocks to be around you. You have no trouble in relationships– yet I can’t even make the one woman I’m married to at least be comfortable by my side.” Jungkook cried out, and it was here that any anger that was threatening to boil over cooled the minute Jimin saw the wetness in his eyes.

Jimin had only been a bystander for the last few years in Jungkook’s life, but he could hardly comprehend this was the same man he’d been friends with for years now.

Jungkook had gone from the guy who shied away from relationships, to suddenly being the only married man in his friend group.

He could never forget the day that Jungkook came to his apartment late one night, it felt like forever ago now. Those were different times; they weren’t the same people anymore. His eyes had been wide and petrified, like he’d just seen a ghost. It practically took the whole night to get it out of him that apparently his parents had made some kind of deal and were basically forcing him to get married to solidify it.

Jimin could hardly keep up after he’d finally managed to get him to speak, and a lot of it went over his head. To be honest he didn’t believe it even after Jungkook explained it over and over again. It didn’t sound real. Whose parents would make their twenty-two year old son get married without at least talking to him first? It didn’t make sense.

It also didn’t make any sense considering Jimin had been the listening ear to how well their three dates– yes only three dates– went before the engagement.

“They were ok.” Jungkook would sigh, before showing a picture of her and talking about how much he struggled to say anything because of how nervous she made him.

In the months leading up to the marriage, Jungkook had eventually heard the details of the deal, and that’s when the mood started to shift. Jungkook’s protests grew quieter to the point the wedding day managed to come and go without any intervention. Jimin still didn’t believe it, even as he saw Jungkook stand at the end of the aisle, even as he watched them get pronounced husband and wife, even as he witnessed the contract getting stamped, and even as he helped Jungkook pack to move to their new shared apartment after they came back from their honeymoon.

It didn’t feel real, but Jimin tried to remain as optimistic as Jungkook appeared when he came back.

“We said we’d try.” Jungkook told him with a toothy grin. The honeymoon had been good apparently.

But that optimism was short-lived and Jimin was forced to sit back and watch as something in his friend shifted. Things weren’t right in the relationship, that much he was sure of. Jungkook had finally said something towards the beginning of the year. It was small things at first, things Jungkook made sound like the typical lovers’ quarrel. But as time passed, it grew more vague, unusual, and desolate. It was never detailed enough for him to get the full picture, but he could see the way Jungkook was practically deteriorating right in front of him.

He had no idea what was going on, but it was moments like this that made his blood boil. Jungkook was normally a closed-off person. He didn’t share his problems with others easily. For him to come to Jimin to talk about his issues in his marriage made him wonder how bad the situation truly was. The alarm bells wouldn’t stop going off in his head.

“Jungkook, what’s going on?” Jimin sat up and rubbed his friend’s back. Jungkook’s office was dark but when he lifted his head, Jimin could see that the tears had finally started running down his cheeks.

“Hyung, it’s me right?! I don’t understand why she… w-why she…” He stammered. The words caused the emotions he’d bottled up to spill over, and the tears became uncontrollable.

“I must be doing everything wrong, right? Am I really that bad? I just… I just wanted to spend some time together. Am I really that bad of a husband?! I try so fucking hard, I swear I do, I just— Hyung I don’t know what else to do…” Jungkook ranted, sounding so dejected.

Jimin only felt the fire burn harder while his brain worked to try and understand Yuri. He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, that there had to be some rational explanation that he just wasn’t seeing that would explain why every chance Jungkook made plans for them to be together, something had to get in the way. The only thing he could see was how much this affected Jungkook, and she was starting to piss him off.

He got up and went behind Jungkook's desk so he could give him a hug, the younger man only sobbing even harder in his arms. Jimin didn’t say anything, instead ran slow, comforting circles over his back.

Jimin couldn’t help but think that he needed to talk with Yuri. They weren’t close but hopefully they’ve met on enough occasions that he could have a comfortable conversation with her to at least get her side of the story. It would be the opportunity to try and get the chance to understand what was going on. Maybe then he could actually help Jungkook try and win her over.

The moment was interrupted by the blaring ring of the phone that sat on Jungkook’s desk, letting them know that Secretary Yu was calling. Jungkook quickly tried to wipe his eyes, doing his best to pull himself together, but Jimin stopped him in his tracks, already picking up the phone before he could object.

“Hi Secretary Yu~” Jimin chirped, putting on that notorious charm that so easily put people at ease. “Yeah it’s Jimin, I’m taking over the phone for this one….. uh huh, right, wait but I thought— ohhhh, really…?… I see….. Yeah, I’ll let him know, he’s right next to me…. Nice talking with you…. bye.” Jimin frowned as soon as he put the phone down.

“She said we have a meeting we need to go to. Apparently, finance has an emergency that we have to oversee.” His eyes remained trained on Jungkook as he grabbed some tissues, seemingly trying his best to switch back to boss mode.

“Sorry, I probably look very pathetic right now,” Jungkook sadly chuckled as he wiped his eyes, but Jimin wasn’t having it.

“Stop calling yourself pathetic. It’s alright. Cry as much as you need to,” Jimin attempted to reassure him when he noticed Jungkook’s lip still quivering. He looked like he was on the verge of another breakdown. “Don’t push yourself, we still have a few minutes before the meeting starts.” He tried to get Jungkook to slow down but he was already up and out of his chair.

“I’m fine… I just really needed that. This will be good, don't worry.” Part of Jungkook wondered if he was trying to convince Jimin or himself.

He walked over to a mirror. “Are my eyes red?” Jungkook questioned, worried that it looked like he had been crying his eyes out.

Jimin walked over and shook his head. “Just a little, but no one will notice unless they knew what you were doing.”

He nodded, affirmed. “Ok, let’s do this.”

With that, Jungkook pushed through the door, passing Secretary Yu’s desk as she got up to join him, along with various higher up employees who had gotten the message about the meeting.

Secretary Yu pulled out her tablet and moved a little closer. “Director Jeon, I just wanted to quickly give you a better brief of the situation before the meeting starts.”

“Go ahead…” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, but he hoped she didn’t notice.

“Production had encountered an unexpected issue. Good news is that it has been solved already so there’s no need to worry about it. The bad news is that we can’t use any of the inventory they made prior to the fix.” Secretary Yu tried to speak calmly but grimaced when she noticed the change in her boss’s demeanor.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. All the executives that were walking behind them came to a sudden halt along with him, making everyone nearly bump into each other.

“Wait, what?! But production had been running for–” Jungkook didn’t need to finish that, already knowing the answer. It was far too long and their launch date was about a month away.

This was bad.

“What was the issue?”

“I’m not sure yet—“ The ‘what’ didn’t really matter right now, all that meant was this launch was screwed.

Launches were some of the most important moments of the year. The fact it had been slated for the last quarter of the year, the most important quarter for a company like theirs in turning up profit, they had been counting on it even more than normal. This put everything in jeopardy, particularly anything they had planned for next year. This line had already been delayed to the utmost limit because of numerous other complications so delaying it was almost entirely off the table.

“Just great huh. Really fucking great. This day can’t get any worse can it—“ And he should have learned that words like that challenge the universe to see what other shit it could throw at you.

They finally picked up their hurried pace to the meeting room, but right as Jungkook rounded the corner he collided with something hard and suddenly he was cold and soaking wet. Jungkook just stared down, his suit covered in what he could immediately smell was coffee. A sliver of luck for him was that it was iced, but that didn’t stop him from being covered in coffee— he could only imagine the stains on the beige fabric.

Part of him wanted to scream but as his eyes trailed up to see a woman frantically picking up the cup and her scared, apologetic eyes when she realized it was all over him, he found himself unable to speak. Jungkook immediately knew he had never seen you before; he would have remembered you.

Your red blouse was tucked into your short pencil skirt, which perfectly fitted to your form. Your legs were long as you stood up, accentuated even more by your tall, black stilettos, and Jungkook couldn’t stop the way his eyes ran over the exposed skin. What seemed to hold his attention the most was your vibrant, red lipstick. For a second he was left a little dumbstruck and forgot about the coffee that was everywhere. You were beautiful, ridiculously beautiful, it was almost crazy. For a second he wondered why you were here and not walking down some runway or the face of every brand imaginable.

He would have noted this a lot more if he didn’t have coffee soaking into his clothes. Right now he just saw you as another problem, making his day that much worse. It was one of his favorite suits too, he wore it to make himself feel a little better about today, but you…

Things just can’t get any worse.

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This can’t be real.

It was your first day and all your worst fears seemed to be manifesting. You slept through your alarm, you missed your bus, and your much needed caffeine was all over this handsome stranger— though you really couldn’t say you saw that one coming. The embarrassment you felt creeping onto your cheeks in front of all the people staring at you in the hallway was enough to melt you into a puddle. Worst of all, your supervisor who was walking right next to you saw everything.

It couldn’t get much worse.

“I’ll clean this up. I’m so sorry! I should have paid more attention to where I was going!” You panicked as you scrambled to find something to help fix this. You looked to your supervisor, but he seemed even more distressed than you for some reason.

You finally turned back to the stranger and his gaze met your own for a brief moment. His eyes were wide and looked almost like a kicked puppy at how much sadness filled them for a split second. It really was only a second before you noticed the more expected glare of annoyance.

“Just,” He sighed. “Clean this up, okay? Director Son, please tell the team I’ll be a bit late. Hyung, can you…?” Jimin quickly nodded before speeding away.

Jungkook just walked past them, not bothering to acknowledge anyone any further. In truth, he was a second away from bursting into tears again, but they didn’t need to know that. Instead, he just hurried off to the bathroom and waited for Jimin to bring the spare suit he kept for emergencies such as these.

It seemed things could get worse.

Your eyes were wide as you watched him swiftly walk past you, not even bothering to look at you. You knew he had every right to be upset, but he was a bit rude. It was clearly an accident and he didn’t even give you time to apologize properly.

“Yah, what’s up with that guy?” You mumbled. His annoyance had been a disease and it was quickly spreading.

“That guy?! Y/n do you know what you just did?!” Your new boss was clearly exasperated and that just made you a little confused. It was then you noticed everyone who was still in the hallway had their eyes on you, their hands were over their mouths, and they all had this look of horror on their faces like you had just committed the worst crime imaginable.

“Who was that…?” You finally questioned, your heart already beating out of your chest.

“I swear you’re going to get us both fired and you only just got here. I swear…” Director Son rubbed his temples and cursed silently to himself, a look of worry speedily etched its way into his features.

“Director Son, what did I just do?” You asked, growing even more anxious. He finally turned to face you.

“Y/n, that was Jeon Jungkook.”

You still looked confused and this made him laugh— a worried, nervous laugh that made you know you had royally fucked up.

“You just spilled coffee all over the CEO’s son.” He put it plainly. It was only then that the pieces of the puzzle came together and started to make sense.

What….have…you……done?

“That’s my boss, your boss, everyone who works on this floor’s boss.” The words only seemed to set the reality into both of you.

“We’re going to have to pray. Get on our hands and knees, beg for forgiveness, and hope he doesn’t fire us or tell his father.” Suddenly, Director Son sprinted to the office area and returned with a bunch of napkins.

“We have to see him in the meeting too. What am I going to do?” Director Son said with apprehension, throwing his hands up in the air. He already had so much bad news to deliver and now his newest employee had spilled coffee all over his boss.

He was fired for sure.

You hurriedly went to help him start cleaning up the coffee, but you were barely paying attention. You were just dazed because, at this point, you were convinced you were about to get fired on your first day.

Suddenly, someone else was coming up beside you. “What a great entrance, huh?” A deep voice chuckled as he put more napkins on the ground.

“It’s only my first day and I’m already ruining everything.” You huffed, getting the feeling you wouldn’t be here much longer.

“You have to admit it was pretty funny~”

You stopped. “No, it wasn’t. Do you know how humiliating that was?!” You finally turned to see yet another handsome stranger, but this time this guy had a warm, welcoming, boxy smile on his face.

“I do, but it made my day better. Nice to meet you, I’m Kim Taehyung!” He stretched out his hand.

You smiled weakly, feeling better that someone could laugh about this. “I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you Taehyung.” You said as you quickly shook his hand.

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Jimin burst through the doors, emergency suit already in hand.

“You alright?” Jimin questioned as he set the suit on the counter.

Jungkook turned toward him, clearly teary-eyed. He shook his head. “I just want to go home.” He tried to laugh as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He would have been better off not coming in today.

“Maybe you should. Today just doesn’t seem to be your day, huh?” Jimin tried to joke and smiled when he saw Jungkook chuckle.

“I have meetings later though. I have to stay till then.” He just sighed. Jungkook had already felt guilty about leaving and hardly being at work today because of his plans with Yuri, but going home right now seemed selfish considering the dire situation. He didn’t want people to think he was running away and leaving them to deal with this mess alone. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him back home anyway. There was no need to rush anymore.

Jungkook spent most of his time at the office more than at home. He wanted to show that he was working hard, it was something he knew was essential to gaining everyone’s trust. Since he was still pretty young, people often doubted his leadership, but he earned his spot in the company just like everyone else did. Jungkook had been working here since he was nineteen, interned even longer, and started off at the bottom like everyone else. He didn’t want to be the spoiled, rich kid inheriting the company simply because his father is the CEO. He wanted to make sure that by the time he became CEO he would have built up the same respect that the rest of the employees held for his dad.

As a result, leaving earlier or taking days off was something he tried to steer clear of as much as possible, but today… things just weren’t working out. He feared that being here any longer might make him explode.

Once they figure out this whole situation, he’ll immediately go home after his last two meetings are over. Right, that was the smart thing to do. He couldn’t risk having a breakdown in front of everyone.

“Hyung…” Jungkook said suddenly after he managed to get his pants up. Jimin hummed. “Thanks for being here with me.” His voice wavered slightly.

“Of course, I’ll always be here when you need me.” Jimin said softly. Jungkook was extra sensitive today. He usually was able to reserve the waterworks for sad movies or when he was alone in the apartment, but today he couldn’t seem to keep his emotions at bay.

When they both came out of the bathroom, Jungkook and Jimin hurried to the meeting room ready to assess the current crisis at hand. Everyone was already in their seats when they walked in, and upon seeing Jungkook, they scrambled out their chairs to stand up and bow.

Jungkook took a seat at the head of the table and Jimin in the seat to his left. Director Son was already standing at the pedestal in the corner of the room with a gloomy expression practically carved into his features. This was probably even worse than what he was told, judging by the solemn tone of the room.

He was antsy to hear just how bad it was, and was about to tell Director Son to continue, when he spotted you at the end of the table.

“Director Son,” Jungkook said, curiosity peaking. He knew pretty much everyone who worked on this floor, but you were definitely not familiar.

“Who’s she?” He pointed directly at you, making your attention turn toward him.

Director Son scrambled from behind the pedestal, realizing he had forgotten to introduce you because of the incident earlier.

“My apologies, sir.” Director Son addressed Jungkook before turning towards you and motioning for you to stand. You quickly bounced on your heels, not wanting to piss him off even more. If Jungkook didn’t fire you, surely he would.

“Everyone, this is L/n Y/n. She’s our newest member of our financial team. It’s her first day here.” Everyone gave you strange looks as most people here at this table had witnessed the incident earlier.

It’s like you made the worst first impression you possibly could have.

The silence was deafening as everyone stared; you were tempted to run away, fake your death, get a new identity, and attempt to start your life over knowing things couldn’t get much worse than this. It took a moment, but eventually Taehyung, who sat right beside you, started clapping— slowly but surely everyone joined him. You looked down and smiled, mouthing him a thank you before you sat down.

Your eyes flickered over to Jungkook who was still staring at you. Your skin warmed as his gaze bored into you.

“Thank you, you may begin.” Jungkook finally said, leaning back in his chair.

A new line of products was supposed to be released shortly before the holiday season— namely a new line of TVs that had already been delayed multiple times, all for various reasons during development. They had been forced to push the date back as far as possible, right to the point before there would start to be major repercussions. Production had promised that they would be able to meet this new date, and production began a few weeks ago. Jungkook had thought the most troubling stage was over and the only thing that was left was handling this launch with the marketing team now. But a malfunction that was only realized this morning had been noticed, and all of the inventory they had managed to produce before today was completely unusable.

To make matters worse, the date they needed to have everything shipped out by was too close to have the now scarce inventory hit even the low range of their planned profit margin. It was a disaster and after Director Son explained the issue, Jungkook was ready to pull out his hair. Of course this had to happen today, of all the fucking days everything just had to go wrong. He couldn’t even think straight as everyone around the table started suggesting ideas, too busy trying to pull himself out of the funk that made him practically useless. He was convinced he was cursed, that had to be it because how does this all happen in one day?

This fuck up jeopardized everything— it was their biggest source of profit for the year and they thought they’d be able to make up for all the delays by having it at such an important part of the year. They already decided to invest extra in advertising to help boost sales far beyond what they’d traditionally expect. Now without the numbers they had planned for, the profit they had wanted to reach was virtually impossible. This was detrimental to next quarters budget and especially the following year. Any plans, projects, anything they had planned was now at risk, and—

The meeting ended up going on for quite a while. Everyone panicked as they tried brainstorming ideas that could be used to rectify the situation:

Some suggested seeing if they could push the launch back, but at this point that was even more disastrous than just releasing whatever they can manage to get done. Others suggested that this fell on production and that they should use intimidation to try and make the numbers get as close to what was planned. Jungkook normally was against ideas like that, but it was mind boggling how poorly these products had been handled so far. He had already been planning to meet with the executives over at the factories to figure out who he needed to hold liable for this. Others went on about distribution, how their department who handled Seoul, should be prioritized and that they should focus on the bigger stores, such as malls, in order to hopefully increase the chances of selling everything they could to at least get the highest profit they can. It went on and on. Another radical suggestion was increasing the price of the line of TVs to try and force a similar profit margin.

People just kept going and going and Jungkook was ready to bang his head against the table to hopefully get himself to wake up from this nightmare. Everyone was so loud as they bickered and fought that their way was better, and he tried his best to suppress wanting to just scream for them to just shut up and walk away from the situation all together. He was overwhelmed and it was even worse that he felt unhelpful, all efforts went to keeping himself firmly planted in his chair and not letting the tears spill over again.

What ended up surprising him was that it was you who came up with the best solution. In between all the nonsense, you were also very vocal during the meeting. You were knowledgeable as you spoke, asking questions any time you could and also giving your two-sense on the suggestions the rest of the team kept spewing out. Most of your takes he found himself easily agreeing with as you countered how none of those ideas worked. If Jungkook hadn’t encountered you before, he wouldn’t have guessed you were the same clumsy woman who spilled coffee on him earlier today. It was absolutely shocking considering the fact that today was your first day and you had only been briefly filled in on the situation.

Eventually though you had given your own opinion and one that stood out from the masses.

“Do nothing.” You had put it so simply. You argued that there was nothing that could be done and instead that they should just send out the inventory they created after today, though less of it, as planned and capitalize on the opportunity to create even more demand for the line. If production could get their shit together and deliver the product as promised, plus with the added reputation of the company, they should certainly sell, and sell quickly. While this would not prove fruitful immediately, during the time they would work on getting the next shipment together, this would create a demand that would hopefully be able to make up for any losses encountered during the launch.

It wasn’t the best considering what they had thought this new launch would bring, but it was the best idea he heard all afternoon, and the one he ultimately picked they should explore further. The team first had to crunch the numbers to make sure they could afford that type of risk, but at the moment, waiting, letting the scarcity create demand, and gently still pushing the production team to try and get the inventory as high as possible, was what he sent everyone away with in mind.

Jungkook wanted to hate you, you had basically ruined his favorite suit, but seeing you in this meeting had him momentarily forgetting about the incident in the hallway. He never really considered firing you. Despite being incredibly petty about the suit, he didn’t want to take his anger out on you or Director Son. This meeting just made him realize how great of an addition you would likely be for the team. If this was your first day and you had already managed to help work out a crisis, he could only imagine what you would do for the team’s future.

But today just wasn’t the day he could forgive you completely.

Thanks to you he was able to go home around the time he had planned. Since the entire financial team was there, they were quickly able to cover the points of their original meeting that was scheduled, and he ran off directly afterward to meet with Director Cho in his office for a discussion about marketing. It was still in the afternoon by the time he got back to the apartment. Part of him hoped he would find Yuri waiting for him with open arms, and they would leave together to start their day as he had planned.

It was wishful thinking, but that didn’t stop the disappointment from burning his heart when he came back to find it exactly how he had expected.

Empty.

Jungkook sighed and kicked off his shoes. Today was horrible.

He was about to head straight for the beer they kept in the fridge, but the various ingredients he found inside gave him an idea. If he didn’t try at all, how would he ever make this work? As much as Yuri hurt his feelings, he would still put on a happy face and be a good husband.

He got straight to work, tying up his apron and rolling up his sleeves.

Jungkook first contemplated what should make, and he decided pretty quickly once he double-checked what they had. Then he moved on to pulling out all the ingredients and putting them onto the counter.

He wasn’t a master chef or anything, Jungkook had hardly cooked for himself his entire life— his parents always had a chef to prepare their meals. It was when he moved out that he realized how much he enjoyed it. It wasn’t too often that he cooked, but when he did, it always brought him so much satisfaction knowing he made it. Not to brag, but despite his lack of experience, Jungkook could easily follow a recipe and turn out with something pretty decent at the end.

He decided to go with gimbap— it was relatively easy to make and increased his chances of not messing it up. By the time he had the rolls cut and ready on the plate, the sun had gone down.

Jungkook smiled as he looked at his creation. It was a little misshapen and the ingredients were spilling out from the sides, but he had high hopes on how it’d taste; he’d thrown in all of his favorite ingredients. It was cute and showed it was made by his own hands. He hoped this would be enough for them to at least spend a little time together when she got home.

He sent her a quick text telling her about a ‘little surprise’ waiting for her at the apartment and to hurry home as soon as she could. He even added a heart at the end, a sign of peace, so they could put what the day could have been behind them and move on to shaping what they could make of it now.

Jungkook let out a satisfied sigh before taking off his apron, grabbing one of the nicer containers they owned, placing the food inside, and setting it on the dining table ready to be eaten whenever Yuri came back.

He hoped this would be enough to get her to come home soon.

He changed into more relaxing clothes and headed straight to the couch, deciding to continue that show he had started a little while back. He hadn’t planned to be here long; for some reason, he pictured Yuri bursting through the doors at any second, but he should have known he would end up disappointed yet again.

After more time passed, Jungkook eventually pulled out his ice cream and the beer he’d promised himself not to go for.

He was depressed. It was worse than when he was in his office earlier. He wanted home to be his escape from the day he had, but it only made the problem worse just like he feared. All he could do was drown out his darkening thoughts with comfort cream and beer.

Even more time passed by and there was still no Yuri. At this point, Jungkook had to call Jimin knowing he couldn’t be alone right now. He was on the verge of another breakdown.

True to his nature, his hyung was at their apartment in no time.

Jimin’s face fell the minute Jungkook opened the door. His friend looked even worse than when he left the office, his eyes were lifeless behind the smile he tried to show. It hurt even worse when he noticed the uneaten dinner on the dining table. He could see Jungkook had pulled out all the fancy candles, plates, and silverware, but they remained untouched; clearly, he was waiting.

“Sorry I called you so late… I just didn't want to be alone right now.” It was more than that, and Jimin knew it.

In truth, the thoughts that seemed to keep echoing in his head worried him. Not even his favorite movie could take his attention away from the harsh realization of what he was facing right now. He knew not even Yuri coming home at that very moment would solve everything. He just needed someone to talk to, someone to distract him from his thoughts.

Jimin pulled him into a hug before guiding them inside. They both ended up sharing a few beers together, Jungkook venting nearly the entire time. It was good and played as the much needed therapy he wanted.

It was well into the night that after a few crying sessions and more beers, Jungkook was tipsy and better enough to send Jimin away.

It was late, really, really late.

He sent a few more texts to Yuri, now starting to get worried. None of them were answered.

The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that this wasn’t the first time it’s happened. She’d ghosted him before, leading Jungkook to nearly have a panic attack before she came back, claiming her phone had died. He just hoped maybe that’s what happened today.

More time passed by and his eyes started getting heavy as he continued to stare at his TV. He probably would have fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the sound of beeps from someone putting in the passcode for the door.

Jungkook sprung off of the couch as the door opened to reveal the girl he’d been wanting to see the entire day. Yuri slowly closed the door behind her, probably thinking he was asleep. All the lights were off except for the TV.

“Yuri?” He asked hesitantly, a bit scared he was dreaming.

She quickly turned around as soon as she heard his voice.

Part of him was tempted to yell, even scream at her for abandoning him the way she did, but he was in no mood to pick a fight. Instead, he steadily waddled over to the front door where she was standing, careful not to bump into any furniture but the room had started to spin.

Jungkook was a bit stunned when he noticed her outfit. It was dark, but he could still see she was wearing this short, little red dress that seemed to sparkle even in the darkness. He had a feeling that she and this mysterious “friend from the US” had probably gone out to a club. He didn’t even feel like interrogating her. Nope, instead he finally made his way over, wrapped his arms around her frame, buried his face into her shoulder, and bathed in her warmth.

Maybe he was a little more than tipsy…

“Missed you so much…” he whispered quietly into her skin as he placed gentle kisses on her shoulder, the slur in his words even noticeable to his ears.

Jungkook felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, a wave of excitement that he’d been missing all day washed over him.

“Did you really?” She lulled like a siren’s song, leading him down a path to forget everything that happened. He wanted to say something, but being drunk left him unable to form any cohesive thoughts to convey his feelings; the hurt he felt being abandoned, how much had he wished he spent this entire day running around Seoul with her by his side, how much had he hoped she would just come home so they could, at the very least, share a meal together. All of these moments, memories, time, and energy wasted.

But he didn’t want to turn this into another fight, instead he just nodded into her skin. “So fucking much.” It was a little more crude than the romantic declaration he was going for, but it didn’t matter. He meant what he said, he really did miss her.

Yuri hummed lightly into his ear, and he couldn't stop himself from pressing her against the wall, pulling back slightly so they were eye to eye, and resting his forehead against hers. Her presence was intoxicating, in a way that made all the worries so easily wash away. He was supposed to be mad, he had every right to be, but for some reason that didn’t stop his hand from coming up and his thumb gently caressing her cheek; so soft and warm.

He was definitely more than a little drunk at this point. Not to the point he was confused where he was, but he was faded enough to be wobbly on his feet, and the liquid courage was certainly flowing through his system to make him bolder than usual.

A moment passed, one that if he was more sober, he would have thought through more. Did he want this? Should he turn back? But whatever he felt in the past, it didn’t really matter anymore. His wife was here now, he should be happy.

If he was questioning it anymore, the look in her eyes was enough for that seesaw to finally land. It was sultry, like she wanted him to forget and he wanted to as well.

Jungkook felt the rush surge faster than any rational thought could stop, his lips were on hers in a haste to finally feel her. It was slow at first, Jungkook wanting her to know just how much he wanted her to be here with him. It made him feel so warm, the affection he’d been craving for all day was finally happening.

He couldn’t stop himself from pushing her further into the door and picking up the pace. It all happened so fast.

Suddenly his tongue was down her throat, he could taste the sweet alcohol she had probably drank, and with the fleeting reminder of the dress she was wearing as his hands ran up her thighs, an odd sense of possessiveness came over him. He had no idea who she was with, if this “friend from the US” even existed, but he had the odd feeling of making her remember exactly who she was to him. She was his wife, everyone, everywhere should know that.

Jungkook hastily picked her up and put her on the kitchen counter that was closest to him. His hands roamed her sides, tracing every curve with a hunger and need that saw no end. Soft sighs of pleasure fell from her lips as his hips steadily rocked into hers, and he relished in any sound he was able to draw out of her. All he wanted to do was make her feel good, that’s all he ever wanted. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly and he wished for nothing more than for her to rip it off of him. His skin burned and pleaded for more. As much as he enjoyed kissing her like this, this wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He picked her up again and led them over to their shared bedroom, he didn’t even bother turning on the lights as he gently laid her on their bed. Jungkook quickly slotted himself between her thighs and dived straight back to her lips.

His mind felt fuzzy, maybe it was just because he was more drunk than what he thought, but as he ground himself into her clothed core, the sudden realization of everything hit him hard.

They haven’t had sex in months, literal months since the last time he felt the warmth of her walls around him. They’ve done other things, but full-blown sex…

“Yuri… please….” He cried as his hand traveled under her dress to hover over her panties. Yuri quickly nodded and that was all he needed to lose his mind.

He pulled her dress up and moved down so he was staring at her clothed core.

He quickly pulled her panties down her legs before his face was buried between her thighs, and he was diving in for his rightful meal. Jungkook was good, using his tongue to work her clit and he had two fingers buried deep inside her, all the while he was practically fucking the mattress in a haste for any kind of friction.

When he said they hadn’t had sex it was more so that Jungkook hadn’t been touched in months. Jungkook was a good husband, always there to take care of his wife when she wanted him. But she never let him take things further. This was just another running problem in their marriage. His sex life was pretty much nonexistent. He never wanted to be that guy, and especially with the fact that their marriage was relatively new and they were still getting to know each other, he knew sex was going to be a tricky subject.

There were clear boundaries set, and he was okay with taking things slow right now, but does it leave him frustrated sometimes? Yes, extremely.

The amount of times Jungkook has done this for her, he knew her patterns and how to get her cumming on his tongue in no time. Her moans and pleas were all music to his ears, knowing he was doing something right for once.

By the time he pulled away, Jungkook was hardly keeping it together. He practically ripped off his shirt and pants, tossing them off the bed somewhere into the abyss of the darkness.

When he turned back to her, he was practically drooling at how fucked out she looked; Yuri’s hair cascaded around her, reminding him of the angel she looked like on their wedding day, and her dress was pushed up to her thighs and the straps were brought down revealing her tits.

Oh fuck. Now, now, now.

Jungkook hurriedly kissed her, before reaching over to his nightstand, and opening the drawer to grab a condom. The box wasn’t right there so his hand had to search and feel his way around— it didn’t take long, but it was too long in his desperation when he was finally pulling one out.

“Jungkook, wait… what are you doing?” Yuri asked once he finally managed to pull one out of the box.

He looked at her hoping this didn’t mean what he thought it did. He kissed her again and buried himself into her shoulder. “Baby please… wanna feel you…” he pleaded, grinding slowly into her heat. A moan fell from his lips, the friction was desperately needed. He would take anything at this point.

“Been so long… I missed you.” It was bad. His body was crying out for something, and he wanted Yuri to give him just that. It was starting to hurt.

“But it’s late, Jungkook. I’m tired.” Yuri sighed, making his heart drop.

“But…but…” he mumbled. He moved so he could see her face and he could immediately tell she wasn’t joking.

“It’s fine, I promise I’ll be quick. You worked me up so much, just—“

“Jungkook, not tonight, okay?” She grumbled, clearly done with the moment they shared. This is what happens all the time. He didn’t know why he thought it was going to be different considering the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a bit disappointed.

Jungkook just sighed and rolled off of her. His skin burned with need and he knew he had to do something. It hurt, it had been so fucking long.

He tried not to be mad but he was. He hurriedly got up from the bed.

“I’m going to take a shower… a very long shower.” He huffed.

“Jungkook you better not do that shit in our—“ was the last thing he heard before he slammed the door.

He tried to be calm; he didn’t want to get mad over something like this. The marriage was still new, there were going to be hurdles. It happens.

Today had just been terrible. All the emotions he had tried his best to suppress were coming out; he was angry, he was depressed, he was frustrated. There hadn’t been one moment that he felt like things were okay, today had been just as horrible as he thought it would be and then some since he woke up this morning.

All he wanted was some type of relief.

He quickly turned on the shower to hopefully stop her from hearing him, and got to work pleasing his body in the only way he could. His hand covered his mouth while the other traveled down his body, finally grabbing a hold of himself.

He thought about how today would have turned out if it went the way he wanted. Jungkook would have woken his wife up with every affirmation of how much he loved her, how happy she’d made him since they got married, as he showered her with all the praise his mushy heart would come up with in that moment.

Jungkook wouldn’t have wanted to leave her that morning, but duty calls and with the taste of her still on his tongue he would have gone to work. It was hard to be apart for those few hours. He would have struggled to keep his eyes off his phone as she cutely texted and pleaded for him to be home soon because she missed him so much.

The minute he would have returned Jungkook could hardly get inside before she was tackling him with kisses. She would have been already dressed for their day out, wearing that pretty off-the-shoulder dress with flowers all over it, knowing how much that one drives him crazy. But none of that mattered because the dress was hitting the floor before he could close the door behind him.

Another moment of passion and love as they did it right there on the floor. Jungkook would have been enthralled by her warmth and her love. She would have let her heart’s declarations spill from her mouth continuously as he held her in his arms; that she wanted him here, that she cared for him just as much as he did for her.

Then they were finally able to pull away from each other. It was just long enough that Jungkook could whisk her around Seoul to all the destinations he’d planned to take her. They’ve both lived in Seoul for most of their lives but Jungkook made sure to pick obscure but momentous places around the city that he was sure she’d enjoy:

A jazz lounge for a late lunch, he’d seen videos of the band that played there and he knew it would have been perfect to have in the background as they conversed. He also planned to take her to the mall– one of her favorite spots to go with her friends. He hoped to share some of that excitement and treat her to whatever she stumbled across that day, showing his wife just how much she means to him. He had pictured holding the bags while she dragged him along to wherever she wanted to go, sitting down for hours as she tried out dresses and him struggling to convey that he really meant it when he said she looked beautiful in whatever she put on. There was so much more, a day full of wonders, kisses, hugs. But the night would have ended with a nice, romantic walk by Han River, enjoying the sights and scenery in the cool September air. They would have hopefully gotten the chance to stop by this dessert place Secretary Yu told him about that she promised Yuri would love. Maybe they would have kept walking as they ate and talked their hearts out. Jungkook had practiced all these cheesy lines he hoped she would have liked, at least laugh at, anything to see her smile.

It would have been magical and when they would have made it back to the apartment, they would’ve immediately gone back to the room to end the night with a bang. She would have felt so good, he knew she would. He probably would have lost his mind just having his wife close and by his side. His heart would have melted every time she would look into his eyes. Her hands on him, pleading, pleading for him to make her feel good.

No, maybe… maybe even in this reality, the one where he had a horrible day, even then it would have been so nice to be with her. That’s all he wanted.

He whined and whimpered as his thumb traced along the tip, precum leaking profusely. His hand made quick work of its strokes, hastily trying to chase the pleasure he’d been denied of the whole day.

He had to resist the urge to scream when he ended up spilling all over his hand, stomach, and thighs. It had been way too long.

Jungkook ended up in the shower not too long after, the water cool against his skin to keep the burning desire for more at bay. Instead, he just thought about his day, how shitty it was.

Like of all days, he got coffee spilled all over him? It sounded like something out of a sitcom.

But you…

Suddenly he thought back to you, your long legs and red lipstick. You were definitely one of his saving graces. Without you, he would have been stuck worrying about this launch. That wasn’t completely alleviated, but the team had texted throughout the day that your method had looked promising, and especially considering what they already invested into advertising, the wave of demand would hopefully nearly double by the time the next shipment rolled out. Though it wasn’t going to be exactly the profit they had expected to bring in from this quarter, this method should hopefully in the long run make up for the botched launch.

Without you he might have still been at the office, the teams and him trying his best to come up with some sort of solution in dealing with the consequences and ramifications of such an unexpected fuck up. It was still odd that it had been weeks since production started, and they had only noticed this malfunction now…

He needed to head down to the factories and see for himself what exactly happened, but he already had a few names in mind of people who might not be here for much longer.

But he wouldn’t worry about that now, instead his mind drifted back to you during the meeting today.

He already knew working with you was going to be interesting, and despite the rough start, he was looking forward to seeing where you might go.

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Gun Woo Fluff Alphabet (Bloodhounds)

Pairing: Kim Gun-Woo (Bloodhounds) x Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's Note: Back at it with my insane crush on Gun Woo! Thank you to all the anon's sending in Gun Woo headcanon requests, I promise they are all going on my list! And my requests are open for either of the alphabet types for other characters too, I'm having a lot of fun writing them! 🥰

a -affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

As the first romantic interest in Gun Woo's life, it would take him quite a while to get used to being able to be affectionate with you. Every time he reached out to hold your hand he would blush profusely, almost apologetic in his gentle touch. Eventually as he gets more used to being your boyfriend his confidence would grow, and he'd learn how to show affection in his own ways. This would include saving you the seat next to him everywhere he goes, standing or sitting as close to you as possible in every situation, and more often than not, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your cheek any time the urge to touch you gets too overwhelming.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

Gun Woo is not a shallow man, although he does think you are the prettiest person he's ever met. No, this boy can only fall for someone's heart and that's exactly what he does with you. It wouldn't take much time of being your friend to realise how special you are, your kindness, your interests, and maybe most of all, just how safe he feels around you. He's spent so much of his life protecting and caring for others, but when you ask if he's okay or go out of your way to help take care of him, he'd realise he's never felt like that about anyone, and it's something he'd like to keep in his life forever.

It's hard to think of anything about Gun Woo that's not beautiful - he's a statuesque man with a heart of gold. So when he starts putting in an extra effort to spend time around you and find any way he can to help with whatever you're doing, it would be impossible not to fall in love with him.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Cuddling wouldn't come naturally to Gun Woo, only because he has little experience of physical affection and most of the time his body is used to fighting rather than loving. That doesn't mean he wouldn't want to cuddle you though, starting off with a more traditional arm over your shoulder after lots of hinting, and flushing completely red the first time you curled up against his broad chest. Eventually he'll get used to opening his arms and letting you collapse into them, but no matter how long you're together you'll still be able to hear his heart hammering in his chest as he feels like the luckiest person in the world to be that close to you.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

This boy definitely had to ask both his mum and Woo Jin about where to go on dates and how to be a boyfriend, luckily they would have given him some pretty good advice about making lots of plans with you, but leaving room for spontaneous dates when you both feel like it. Gun Woo would definitely love going for food with you, enjoying showing off his skills and knowledge at a BBQ place and impressing you with cooking the meat perfectly. He doesn't drink but he does know a few cool bars thanks to his friends, and he'll happily be your designated driver if you do want to try a cocktail or two. And if you wanted to go out for a run or a workout together, that would be Gun Woo's absolute favourite, enjoying nothing more than feeling his best and enjoying the outdoors by your side.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would definitely break Gun Woo's heart to have to hurt someone's feelings, but he would never want to lead someone on so would definitely call it off if he felt like he had to. He'd be very kind but honest with that person, explaining that it's not their fault and keeping it brief and simple, usually a man of few words.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Gun Woo's little family means the world to him, so it's only natural that he would very quickly start thinking about forming a formal little family with you. He'd only want that if you did too though, so he'd definitely test the waters before getting too invested in thinking about proposing:

You'd be sitting on the couch on a normal Tuesday night when you realise that Gun Woo has sat up completely straight and turned to face you, looking pensive as you turn off whatever you're watching to give him space to talk. With an almost serious facial expression he would very thoughtfully ask,

"Do you want to get married?" You can feel your heart skip a beat as your boyfriend of only a few months waits for your answer, almost choking out your clarifying question.

"Gun Woo, are you proposing?" His eyes darted wide as he shook his head, only confusing you more, the poor boy now just as lost for words as you are.

"No! Sorry, I should have been more clear. I meant, do you ever want to get married? I know some people don't ever want to, so I just wanted to check. In case..." His voice trails off as he watches a confused look fill your eyes before you respond,

"Do you want to get married, Gun Woo?" A subtle smile traces across his face as he nods, gaze fixed to his feet.

"To you? Very much so." It's hard not to melt at the warmth in his features as he answers, clearly having pictured a future with you already.

"Then I do want to get married." You reply happily, and Gun Woo nods again, his smile growing wider as he coils his arms around you and pulls you to his chest.

"Then I will ask again properly. Another day." He clarifies, already excited to tell his mum the news.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gun Woo is the definition of a gentle giant. He would never want to do anything that might hurt your feelings, knowing how lucky he is to have you in his life, and all the ways you make his every day better. He would never raise his voice, or get angry, even looking at you with only softness in his gaze. He'd also be incredibly careful with his touch, terrified that he doesn't know his own strength and that he could possibly do harm to the one person he would never want to scare or hurt. He loves the way you tenderly brush his face, or lightly graze his skin, so he'd make a very conscious effort to only touch you equally softly, knowing how nice it is to be on the receiving end of those affections.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do if? what are their hugs like?)

I don't think he would necessarily be clingy the way Woo Jin would, even though he loves your hugs. It would be enough just to be around you most of the time, getting the warmth and love of your company. But when he's feeling down, or had a particularly tough day, or if he's had to be apart from you, or even if he's just feeling really grateful for something simple you've done for him, then he would immediately envelop you in his arms, fighting back the urge to squeeze as tightly as he can for fear of hurting you. It would be all consuming to be hugged by Gun Woo, his broad frame wrapped all around you, warmth and musky scent flooding your senses as he nuzzles against your neck, his eyes clenching shut as he focuses on how good it feels to hold you.

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

Gun Woo is so used to getting hurt that he would almost brush it off if he came home hurt. He's not used to being taken care of, so it would surprise him when you insist on gently wiping the blood from his knuckles, holding a cold cloth to his swollen hands before giving them a final 'kiss better' that has his stomach doing flips. After that, he'll get a little bit more used to telling you when he's hurt, enjoying being looked after by your sweet touches and quietly asking if you could kiss him better in case you forget.

If you're hurt then Gun Woo would try to be very practical, getting ready to take you to the emergency room even if it's only the most minor of injuries. You'll have to reassure him that nothings going to happen to you, and that'll you'll be okay, but he still insists on taking you to his mother's place so she can double check you'll be okay and probably make you some emergency soup just in case.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

He's not an insecure man, or someone who gets angry easily, so I don't think Gun Woo would get jealous very easily. He trusts you to the depths of his heart, so seeing a man talk to you would never get him upset or have him making a scene. The only thing that might get him a little bit jealous is if someone starts taking up more of your time and attention, so you couldn't spend as much time with him, just because you are his favourite person to be around. He might show his jealousy by being a bit more needy when you are around him, clinging to you as you move around and telling you how much he missed you while you were gone.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

You would be the first person that Gun Woo ever kisses, and he'd be immediately sure that he would want you to be the only person too. At first it would just be tentative little pecks, almost too nervous to touch you, letting you take the lead and pull him closer when you're ready. Once he gets a bit more used to the sensation, Gun Woo would be a lot more eager to kiss you again, taking every private moment as an opportunity to capture your lips against his, his kiss firm and passionate, trying to show every ounce of love he feels for you through his actions. He loves when he can feel you smile against him, and when you drift to kiss down his neck or along his jaw, particularly on the side his scar is on, well you can practically feel him melting into a giggling mess beneath you.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Gun Woo definitely shows his love through acts of service, wanting nothing more than to help his friends and family and do whatever he can to keep them safe and make their lives easier. When you come into his life and start doing little things to help him out, whether it's giving him a home cooked meal, or helping clean up his cuts after a fight, well that's when he starts to realise just how much he's been missing someone exactly like you in his life.

He is also definitely a quality time man. It doesn't matter if you two are sitting in silence, doing different things, even just being in the same room as Gun Woo means the world to him. Be prepared to feel him stealing little glances from time to time, and smiling to himself every time he does, so grateful to be so comfortable by his side.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Gun Woo is definitely an early bird, and it would mean a lot to him if you would sometimes wake up early with him, especially if you join him for a morning workout. But don't worry if you're not really an early morning person, Gun Woo would take a lot of joy of sneaking out of bed without waking you up, taking a few moments to memorise your peaceful sleeping expression and feeling like he was running on air knowing that he's running home to you. If by the time he gets back you're up and working on breakfast, be prepared for him to wrap you in his arms and sweep you off your feet, his adoration for you the only thing he's thought about all morning.

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

He's a bit more slow moving in the evening, winding down for the day by lounging with his arms around you, waiting until you start to yawn before suggesting you two get ready for bed. He loves when you're tired enough from the day that you let him carry you upstairs, feeling grateful for every moment he's spent exercising when he can lift you easily and feel you get cosy against his chest.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Gun Woo will happily tell you all the basic information about his life from the moment he meets you, his experience with Woo Jin's friendship showing him the value of being open and honest with new people. However he's very used to hiding his emotions and putting on a brave face when he feels like someone is depending on him, so it would take him a lot longer to start telling you when he's having a difficult day or feeling sad or scared. Every time he does, and you comfort him without pity or judgement, he feels like it gets easier to share, and now you're the first person he talks to on his best or worst days.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Gun Woo is the master of patience between his strenuous training and his military service. He'll never get frustrated when it comes to waiting for you, or having to explain things, grateful when you give him the same patience as he slowly adjusts to being a boyfriend, sometimes through the process of trial and error. The only thing that might wear his patience thin is if he hears you talk down to yourself time and time again, frustrated and sad that you can't see yourself the way he does, as easily the most special person in the universe.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

Gun Woo just wants to be wherever you are. He loves when he gets to do his favourite things with you, like working out and running, or cooking and eating, and when you come to watch him box it means the world to him. But he also wants to do all your favourite things with you, even if it's something he's never been interested in before, he would try absolutely anything if it meant getting to learn a bit more about you and spend that time together.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When Gun Woo started to fall in love with you, he started to feel self conscious of the long scar down his face, and wondering if he was wrong for turning down the offer of help to improve its healing and appearance. He doesn't think you would judge him on his looks, if you even like him back at all, but he still finds himself trying to sit on a certain side of you, or wearing a mask more to block the scar from your view. He never worried about how his scar would affect his life until he found someone he wanted to grow his life with, growing more and more upset by it until one day Woo Jin calls him out on it, in front of you:

Gun Woo was forced to sit on the other side of you, his scar in plain view, and found himself awkwardly leaning his arm over the back of the chair to rest his face in his hand to hide it.

"Hey, why are you sitting like that weirdo?" Woo Jin teases, laughter turning to concern as his friend breaks into a frown, avoiding eye contact with either of you as he shrugged.

"Just saving both of you for looking at my cheek." He mumbled, trying to play it off, but the pain behind his words was more than a little obvious to the two of you.

"I thought you liked your scar now bro? You're not having second thoughts about the surgery for it?" Woo Jin pries, noticing the way his friend keeps throwing troubled glances in your direction.

"What do you think?" Gun Woo turns to you, reluctantly letting his hand drop from his face so you can take a better look.

"Let me see." You pretend to really consider his face for the first time, something you found yourself doing a hundred times before anyway, lifting the edge of one finger to gently tilt his chin up, trying not to smile at the obvious blush your slight touch brings him. You lean your face in close to really take in every detail of him, watching his sadness melt away as you smile as you look over his features, scar included and nod to yourself,

"I don't think you need to worry about how it looks, especially since you got it from being pretty heroic." Gun Woo smiled, satisfied with your answer, and surprised when you added, "And for what it's worth, some people like scars." He scanned your eyes felt any hint of pity or deception, but noticed instead a hint of rosy warmth flooding your cheeks as you looked almost bashful at your words, letting go of his jaw and smiling to yourself as you looked to Woo Jin for reassurance, who was busy grinning at his now elated friend, who suddenly felt like nothing in the world could keep him from trying to win your heart.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Oh boy is Gun Woo protective of you. He can't help it, he's protective of everyone around him and because you are the most important person in his life that goes ten fold for you! Whenever you two walk anywhere together he'll always be shoulder to shoulder with you to make sure everyone knows you've got him by your side, and if you ever need to walk somewhere in the dark you best believe Gun Woo is coming to meet you, whether you ask him or not. He believes in being a gentleman, from opening doors and pulling out chairs, to making it his job to keep you safe from all the danger he knows is out in the world.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Gun Woo would always try his best to show you how much you mean to him at every opportunity. He would never take having you in his life for granted and would put the effort into every day domestic tasks to show you how committed he is to building a little home with you; you don't even have to ask for him to do things like buy groceries or clean parts of the house, the things that really show he's ready to settle into a life with you. He's a little bit more clueless when it comes to anniversaries and gifts since he's new to this whole relationship thing, but he'll always try his best to get you something special, and he'd never forget the important dates for the two of you.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

Gun Woo's default is to hide his negative feelings from those around him, putting on a brave face in public and waiting until he's alone to collapse into tears. It would take him a long time to get used to letting you see him in the moments he feels weak, but he knows how much he values being the person in your life that you tell about your bad days, so he wants to do that for you too. Gradually he realises just how much better he feels when he shares his problem with you and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close while he cries, and gets more open with you about his feelings.

When you're upset Gun Woo's first thought is always finding a solution, something tangible he can do to make this situation better. You might need to explain to him that sometimes you just want to talk and be upset and have him be there for you without needing to fix the problem, but eventually he'll start getting better at knowing when to just listen and hold you.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Gun Woo knows all the things his body is capable of, and with the exception of having to get used to his new scars, he doesn't really think much about how he looks. He tends to default to athletic clothes given the life he leads, but he'd definitely try a new outfit or haircut if you suggested he might look handsome in it.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

I think Gun Woo would really struggle to accept help at first. It's a natural part of a relationship to take care of each other, particularly when you share a home, but having spent most of his life taking care of the people around him, it's a big adjustment for Gun Woo to let someone else look after him for a change. The first time you cook or clean something for him, or even just do him a small favour, he'll be extremely apologetic and insist that you don't have to do things like that for him, already trying to think of ways to pay you back. You'll have to sit him down and take his hands in yours, and gently explain that you've seen the way he always takes care of everyone else, and that it's amazing of him but everyone needs help sometimes, and so can he please let you be the person to look after him occasionally? He'll immediately become a blushing, smiling mess, nodding and apologising for not accepting your help in the first place, practically collapsing into your lap for the rest of the night.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

Gun Woo's not a natural people-person so he might not always know when something is on your mind straight away. You need to get used to being direct with him at first, telling him when he's said something that's upset you, or when you're in a bad mood and need him to do something to help you. He's always more than happy to do what you say, and the longer you two are together, the easiest it becomes for him, but it's not something he'll even find easy.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

Gun Woo is very old-fashioned in a lot of ways, and he'll find it a bit off putting if you do something that goes against that code - like disrespecting an elder (even if they deserve it.) That being said if you are the one to open a door or pull out a chair for him, he finds that adorable, giving you his happiest little smile as he proudly follows you.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Gun Woo is so used to sleeping alone that at first he actually finds it a little bit difficult to fall asleep with you lying beside him - he's so excited to have you so close, and he can't quite force himself to stop looking at you long enough to close his eyes, suddenly self conscious of how much space he takes up in bed, not wanting to overstep any unspoken boundaries. When you realise that he's struggling, you intentionally shuffle closer to him, showing he doesn't need to be so worried about touching you. You'd whisper kind things to him in your softest voice, and trace shapes across his arm and back with your fingertips until you can feel his muscles relax into cosy sleep, finally drifting off yourself. Now Gun Woo's starting to realise he can't sleep without you next to him anymore.

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haechanhues · 11 months ago

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chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

S I D E : A

word count : 1k

warnings : implied sex. very suggestive. no hate towards cookies. A possibility of ‘i’d never wear that’ and kind of an implied body type but not necessarily.

After the whole fiasco with Na Jaemin, you felt next to nothing when your surface level friendship dissolved into a pile of dust. Because you had found a friend in Lee Haechan. A soulmate, maybe.

You thought it was love when you hooked up on a tipsy night out together. Your hands tangled in his hair and the taste of beer on his tongue. He made you feel very special. That night and a couple of nights afterwards. You weren’t a stranger to his bed, but you weren’t a stranger to his heart either and it was of the beautiful kind.

You thought it was love when he insisted you try the popular dessert place in town. You dressed up as did he and he paid for it. The laugh you spluttered after he put the dessert in his mouth and screwed his face up, you’re pretty sure it was a laugh of love. . You’re certain you caused a scene with all your laughing but with a forced polite smile, he led you to the grocery store.

“Pick something,” Haechan insisted, cocking his head to the items in the aisle, “We’re gonna do some proper baking so I can get the taste of cream out of my mouth.”

“Cream,” You laugh.

He mocked your giggle good naturedly, “Yes, cream.”

You reached for the cheapest chocolate chip cookie box, missing his judgemental stare to the side of your face. He reached forward, urgently returning the box back to where you got it despite your pleas of confusion and resistance.

“If I’m gonna get dirty doing some shit baking, we are making something more than basic bitch cookies. Pick something good, c’mon. Think ‘food porn’ not ‘bake sale.”

You thought it was love when he decorated your face with more icing than said baking and when he kissed you, making a mess out of the two of you with fluffy pink swirls of cream-like sugar.

And when you had told him about Yuta, about Hendery and about Park Jisung, you knew it was love. Definite love. One that was returned.

“I love you,” You confessed, four months after befriending him by chance.

“I love you too,” Haechan smiled, cupping your cheek and swiping at a stray eyelash underneath your eye.

You didn’t feel like he was lying, because he wasn’t. You liked that you knew it too. That he didn’t make you play a guessing game that catered to him. Nor did he feel the need to assert it at every chance he got.

It’s a love that remains and will continue to remain a love you can never explain but one that you and Haechan will just…get.

He tells you about his friends, Na Jaemin sometimes included. He nicknames them. His friend with a lot of pent up anger was Grizzly, who Haechan tells you has been receiving a Haechan-special rehab in which he’s learning to be a little sweeter and to take his anger out on other things (games, for one). The other, Clumsy in which Haechan acts all cool about but in reality is very protective of him. He says that he’s someone clumsy and needs a lot of looking after.

You think he’s sweeter when he tells you these things.

He has a lot of friends, but Grizzly and Clumsy are the two you’re most familiar with and the ones Haechan talks the most about.

When you had gone to get ready to go on a date with someone that wasn’t Haechan or anyone remotely important (you forgot his name and didn’t even end up staying for even three minutes.)

You bit your lip uncertain, eyes zigzagging back and forth between the mirror and Haechan’s sitting frame, his eyes dark and appreciative. You were wearing a sparkly red, with a slight slit going up the side of your thigh.

“I don’t know,” You pouted, picking at your flaws.

Haechan sighed with a good-natured roll of his eyes, standing up alongside you before heading to your wardrobe, pulling out another dress by the coat hanger. You watch him, interested, before reaching out to receive it only for him to regard you judgmentally.

“What are you doing?”

What?

Your chin pulls back in confusion, “Huh? The dress-”

“This is for me,” Haechan scoffs, undressing in front of you. You try not to gawk at his body that you have admittedly seen and enjoyed for months now. In fact, you like Haechan so much you’re not even totally sure why you’re going on a date in the first place.

Wait….

“You?”

Haechan cocks an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, me. Confidence, babe.”

You giggle, watching as he slips the dress over his body, before checking himself out in the mirror, “Is my bulge bulging?”

Unable to help it, your eyes drop straight down to the area, seeing the imprint of it through the fabric of your dress, “A bit.”

“Pervert,” Haechan narrowed his eyes.

“You asked!” You bickered back with him. Laughter in your tone.

“Yeah to check not to gawk at me and bite your lip,” Haechan asserted sassily.

“And when did I ‘bite my lip’ huh?” You teased back. Haechan casted a faux look of disgust your way and you couldn’t help the way your whole body tingled with excitement.

With the silence, he pulled the dress down and straightened out the fabric and you admired the way the dress fit him. Somehow you felt he could pull it off a little bit better than you.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Haechan reprimanded, cupping your face in his hands, “You look gorgeous. Completely gorgeous. In fact, when you’re done with this date, I want to take you out in the same dress. Not tonight…but another time.”

“I hope you’re dressed like that too,” You comment to which he grins before pressing a chaste sweet kiss to your lips.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Seriously, you feel like you’re floating.

You ask yourself again, for the nth time that night why you were going on a date with a different guy when something was clearly drawing you in to Haechan.

S I D E : B

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

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16woodsequ · 6 months ago

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20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @eriquin. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

58! I can't believe how many it is!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,154,427

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Marvel, but I've also written for Transformers and Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Alternatively

Sins of the Father

Uncovered Issues

The Alternative Handler

All Too Familiar

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yeah! I respond to all my comments!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either Ice and Empty Spaces, or Nothing Left

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Sorrow is Not My Name.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes, on some of my more politically themed fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No smut for me!

10. Do you write crossovers?

No really, I wrote Zuko's Weird Dream as a challenge, but that's it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once I believe. Someone posted my fic and some others on this site I'd never heard off, and we got their account shut down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! I've had someone offer, but didn't hear back after that. I do think about translating my fics myself into French, since I know the language, but that's a future project.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I wrote The One Where Clint is Steve's Weakness with @jinxquickfoot and wrote sympathy won't you come around? with @turtle-steverogers

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't really ship people the same way a lot of people do? I think it's something to do with being aspec for me. I enjoy SteveBucky because their friendship is so strong, but I don't think I ship them. I dunno.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you will?

Hmm, I've kind of learned to never say never after I came back to the first multi-chapter Marvel fic I ever wrote and finished it. But maybe the fic "It's not my/your fault" (named that because I haven't decided which of the two words to use). It's kind of a trauma vent fic, and I don't know if I need to finish it right now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Emotional impact and exploring trauma and mental health.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I sometimes use the same sayings and words a lot to describe things and feelings. So I'm try to be conscious of that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

When I do it, I like to put the translation or indicate the translation somehow within the text. I think it breaks the flow if readers need to know what's being said, but have to scroll down to the notes for translations. If the character doesn't need to know, or isn't supposed to know what's being said, then I will leave the reader in the dark, but if the character is supposed to know what's being said, then I will indicate it in the text in one way or another.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Transformers! Still has a special place in my heart.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

That's so hard! I feel like I often feel very excited for recent fics that I've written. But I am really loving my fic Therapy Works (if your therapist isn't a Hydra agent) that I'm posting right now. It is such an amalgamation of all the themes I love writing about Steve, and it's a perfect spotlight on what he's gone through, as well being a continuation of different fics I've written that people have loved. It's great :D

Low pressure tag: @jinxquickfoot @meidui

#tag game

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fountainpenguin · 1 year ago

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Favorite underrated FOP episodes? (Definition of underrated is up to you, can just be a random small episode you like)

I think "The Odd Squad" will forever be top of the "underrated faves" list for me. The pacing and style are both so good, it has a lot of cute worldbuilding in it, the character interactions are fantastic (including a wholesome moment with Timmy and his regular parents), and it has Juandissimo saying "Nice wheels, Timmy! :D" I am a massive sucker for Jorgen freaking out over Timmy driving in Fairy World and wrecking the place but Juandissimo was more or less on the sidelines giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up because he is too silly and oblivious to foresee a problem skldfj. The dialogue is lots of fun and Timmy is happy the entire time. It's a sweet one.

I'd say that "Shelf Life" and "Which Witch Is Which?" are episodes I would classify as "episodes I enjoy that are less commonly remembered." The former has a lot of wit and clever dialogue and a silly ending, and the latter gave me a lot of worldbuilding to play with by canonizing witches in Crocker's family tree.

I love "Crocker of Gold" and "Chicken Poofs" for a lot of the same reasons- a pinch of worldbuilding and a lot of goofy character interactions. I'm sure that description applies to a lot of episodes, but there's a special place in my heart for the flower quest, Bring Your Chicken Hawk to Work day, and for the "Everything is so green here" scene, which is one of my favorite jokes in the world.

I'll always hold a soft spot for "Mr. Right" as well for being one of the first episodes I ever saw when I was out at a pizza place one time. I also really enjoy the concept of "The Big Scoop" and how it portrays Timmy in a creepy way from the perspective of his friends as they worry about what's going on in his life. Also I feel like "Please Don't Feed the Turners" says a ton about Timmy's parents... the LOOK they give each other when they're on the same page is the best.

All the Learnatorium and Pixie episodes, I'm a big fan of. "Hassle in the Castle" speaks to my soul and I think "Big Wanda" is hilarious. "Yoo Doo" will always be a favorite, and I love the silliness of "Presto Change-O," "The Gland Plan," "The Masked Magician," "The Good Old Days," "For Emergencies Only," "Talkin' Trash," "Parent Hoods," and "Formula For Disaster." Also "Fly Boy" because Timmy yelling "This is all your fault!" at Poof while Poof slightly cringes away just cracks me up.

I love the wackiness of "Dad Overboard" and "Take and Fake." They're hard to top; they're so very good. Poof playing in the sand and he finds a freaking missile, Crocker takes his class on a field trip to watch Timmy's supposed death, Dad accidentally kidnapped an elf from the North Pole who becomes a good friend, there's a line of dialogue that goes "I'll get Stanley and his headless wife! :D" and these are all the same episode. "Take and Fake" is just... goofy and nice, it's very difficult to watch without laughing so it's just lovely.

I'll also throw in "Wishing Well" because it's one of my all-time faves. The vibe it gives is kind of chilling while also being delightful the whole time because you know it's about learning life skills and it's such a positive viewing experience, plus it's one of very few episodes where Timmy meets other godkids and has a positive relationship with them.

"Fairy Friends and Neighbors" is a huge fave. Idk if that counts as underrated (imo Seasons 4 and 5 are the best in the series; they're almost all winners)

"Cosmo Rules" and "Jerk of All Trades" both feel nice because they're highly specific to the FOP world (i.e. they're about Jorgen's duty of overseeing Da Rules) and they're really fun to watch together. Facing the Fairy Council are two Fairies: one of them is Cosmo the estranged von Strangle who should care for Da Rules because it's his blood right, and the other is Juandissimo who straight-up broke Da Rules by fleeing Fairy World and returning stolen memories to his godkid, and the Fairy Council really said "Screw the bloodline, the rulebreaker gets to be in charge now." Obsessed with how after Jorgen announces he's been replaced, we pan over to Juandissimo who just sits there quietly in a chair with wide eyes like he doesn't know how he got there or what he's doing.

Let's see... "School of Crock," "Crockin' the House," "Viral Videots," "Dust Busters," "Fairly Old Parent," "Anchors Away," "Cosmonopoly," "Dog Gone," "Lame Ducks"... those are also episodes I really enjoy. Season 9 has a lot of underrated faves for me. I don't care for Sparky, but Season 9 is so good... Some of the best lines in the series are in there.

For underrated Season 10 faves, I'll throw in "Clark Laser" (idk if that counts as underrated since it's gotta be one of if not THE best of Season 10), and "Chip Off the Old Crock" with the same disclaimer. Then "Whittle Me This" and "Summer Bummer." Those are good.

"Kale Patch Caper"... It's got bits and pieces that don't click with me, but I LOVE morally gray Chloe committing B&E on her neighbors. I love how if Chloe didn't have godparents then canonically her fate is to lose an eye and join a gang. Like. What on earth. They really just dropped that on us and refused to elaborate. What. Love that.

Special shout-out to "Beach Blanket Bozos" for giving me one of my favorite FOP moments of all time, which is Jorgen grouchily sitting on Da Rules to scold Timmy for locking his parents in "I wish they were both the best surfer ever" wish limbo.

We don't talk enough about what a hilarious character Jorgen is. Big boss fairy godparent who can crush your skull. He's not allowed to have a godkid because he'd physically and emotionally destroy them. He's married to the Tooth Fairy... We love a man who's obsessed with his muscles and threatens to destroy you on the regular but in reality he just files paperwork. Which will ruin your life. I love Jorgen.

#Fairly OddParents #FOP #FAIRIES!#Timmy Turner #Jorgen von Strangle #asks #Anon #The toughest tag #I'm simple... point me at whichever character does paperwork. They're mine now.#Dragonfly parents #Perfect pink beaver boy #screenshots #Beach Blanket Bozos #Purple hippie dragonfly #The Odd Squad #Kale Patch Caper #Rebellious golden child

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gallavichgeek · 11 months ago

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Fic Writer Interview

Okay I finally filled this out. Thank you @suzy-queued and @ms-moonlight-inn for the tag.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Good old 49….hmm I wonder what lucky number 50 could be 🤔

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 771,726 👀

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Saving Grace (Which is now a published novel)

His Name was, Slave

The Ian to Mickey’s Cal

South Side Forever - this one surprised me

Sex Tape

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

All the time. I could easily leave an essay for a reply 🙈

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Two Kisses.

And to be fair I told everyone how angsty it is and they all told me to post it on A03 (I did a poll) and well, I guess they weren’t expected THAT.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Everything I write, besides Two Kisses, has a HE, the HAPPIEST, hmmm it would have to be either Hope or His Name was, Slave. Purely because they both have the boys going through a lot to get that happily ever after.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. Not sure if I would.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Have I ever 🤣 I just laugh because the hate is mostly idiot trolls or immature readers that didn’t understand what I was writing or read the tags.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do I ever 😈😈 , I once wrote a fic where Mickey f*cks himself with his own d*ck sooo, not much is off limits. (Except 3 ways/orgies. No go!)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I’ve had a few of my “fill in” s11 fics.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

With the wonderful @ms-moonlight-inn on our fic When You Call Unexpected

And I co-wrote The Ian to Mickey’s Cal, though the sequel I wrote by myself.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh I will. I have two sitting away that I know I’ll eventually post.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told many times that my writing is like watching a movie.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Taking a small idea and making it much larger than it needs to be.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Don’t think I could trust myself to know it was accurate.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gallavich!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Nothing has resonated with me the way Gallavich has so no other ship has inspired me enough to want to write it.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That’s like asking someone to pick their favourite child. Or saying Cameron or Noel.

Hope has a very special place in my heart.

Obviously “When You Call Unexpected” for collab work

And I’m pretty proud of all the smut I wrote in OnlyFans

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fan fiction #shameless #gallavich fanfic #fanfiction #gallavich fanart #gallavich fan fiction #ian x mickey #tag game #ao3 tags

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frecklystars · 4 months ago

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It's August 4th!!! It's my first anniversary with Sebastian 🥺💙

La La Land was the first Ryan Gosling movie I watched after Barbie. I wasn't hyperfocused on Ryan's characters at all yet (except Ken, but it was still so early); I wasn't planning on watching all of his movies. I didn't daydream about the "Mojo Dojo Casa Keri Ken Dreamhouse" with all of the Ryan F/Os all gathered together and chilling out in one big room. I had no idea I'd eventually have a whole group of F/Os I would get to love and cherish. After Ken, Sebastian was the very first "new" F/O, and tbh that's really impressive considering how badly I was hurting back then. I shouldn't have been able to feel so much love as I did, but!! I did!! And now here we are!! I've probably watched this musical over 30 times now, I've lost count. I don't go a day without humming at least one song from the soundtrack. It's such a comfort for me ;w;

I didn't immediately feel all of the self shippy love and butterflies in my chest when I first watched La La Land. I didn't feel safe self shipping w/ Seb at first; everything was still so fresh, I was still hurting. But I think feeling so safe and loved with Barbie and Ken helped me ease into eventually feeling safe with Sebastian. At that point in my life, that really shouldn't have worked out! But it did work out! I remember I kinda added him to the F/O list as a "kissed and thrown into the pile and never to be thought of again" kind of F/O when I first watched the movie. I thought to myself "well, that was a film and I didn't feel much, I probably will never watch it again." Famous last words lol. Despite telling myself I didn't like the movie, I kept thinking about the movie... again and again and again... for days... until I finally told myself "alright fine I guess I'll rewatch it!" and then I did, and I started to really love and enjoy it. And then I started to believe Sebastian would rly love and care for me, that I didn't have to be scared of him. And now here we are a year later :D

Self shipping with Sebastian has motivated me to try new things, or even pick up old hobbies. I've been playing the piano again for the first time in almost eighteen years, taking lessons and learning how to play City of Stars, bc it makes me think so fondly of him when I hear that song (of course). Loving Sebastian has made me want to try watercolor painting for the first time, because more than anything, I really really want to paint us together floating in the stars. I've even picked up sculpting, making a tiny little stage, posing little sculpted figures of me and Sebby dancing together. Sebastian is the whole reason why I've started making my own self ship versions of movie screenplays. He's inspired me and helped me come out of my comfort zone bit by bit.

It's amazing how Sebby has done so much for me, even though he isn't an F/O that I talk about as often as I do with Ken or Driver, he is still very much a main F/O who is so important and exceptional to me. I think he will always hold a very special place in my heart because he is the first Ryan F/O I picked up after Ken. I was hurting so badly back then, I shouldn't have felt as loved and safe as I did, but I did, and that means something to me. All of my Ryan F/Os have made me feel so safe and loved during this whole year when the feeling of safety was foreign to me, when feeling loved by F/Os became so unfamiliar. All of them are dear to me, and Sebby's positive effect he's had on me is noteworthy for sure. I think one of the many things about Sebastian I love the most is how supportive he is. I know if I ever wanted to get back into acting, he'd be my number one fan. The whole plot of La La Land is him endlessly supporting his his gf who wants to become an actor!! I just know he'd do the same for me. One day I'll feel brave enough, but until then, I am rly proud of myself for picking up piano and painting and sculpting - and hopefully one day, acting. In the meantime, it's so easy to imagine this guy giving me his full encouragement 24/7.

We fit so well, too. The whole City of Stars thing?? When I am the Star Girl™??? Not to mention how we both can feel so comfortable opening up to each other about our special interests (this man is super autistic and no one can change my mind on that. something something insert "he is literally me" meme here). I want him to infodump to me about jazz. I want to show him Nick Blaemire's jazz band and I want him to get excited about it, because Nick's jazz music is just as old fashioned, the kind Seb appreciates. I know he'd listen to me infodump too, he'd get all excited with me. I love daydreaming soft things with him - kisses in the rain, walks in the park, slow dancing among the stars, him playing the piano for me to try to lull me to sleep, me surprising him with little love notes and doodles posted all over hidden places in his apartment for him to find throughout his day, planetarium dates, movie dates, driving around in his 1982 Buick Riviera and holding hands, getting coffee together... I can go on.

Ok I've rambled enough. I'm so glad I am able to talk about an F/O who has brought me joy. Happy anniversary, Sebby. Thank you for helping me get through a really rough year. I hope we have many more together 💙💙💙

#ive also gone to the planetarium and enjoyed it while thinking of him ;w;#something i wouldnt have been able to do over a little over a year ago #and i like ordering my hot chocolate in his name #so they'd write his name on the cup and it'd be like i'm just picking it up for my bf hehe #he's such a romantic and i love that i can daydream the cheesiest dates and he'd be down for every single one #love notes #💕♬♪☆ Are you shining just for me? ♡🌃✨#woof #i didnt proofread this it is 5am as i type this and now i gotta crash bc i work in a few hours!#queueing for... [squints at time] eh whenever ill make it random #happy anniversary sebastian wilder i love u so much u are the reason my sky is so full of stars!!!!!!!!!!!!#love notes: sebby ♡

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bloodiedrogue · 2 years ago

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ME AND THE DEVIL

(PREV CHAPTER)

SUMMARY: After arriving at the safehouse, Avis quickly finds herself face-to-face with an old friend.

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

WORD COUNT: 3,866

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, slight torture.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not gonna lie I just busted this chapter out in a few hours and I'm actually pretty stoked on it so let me know what you think? Maybe? I don't know :') also special shout out to @use-your-telescope for help revising the offer letter. Thanks again!!

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST

Knock. Pause. Knock, knock —click.

The door to the safe house creaks open, screaming to life as it moves through the air to reveal a dimly lit room. In it, there’s a small kitchenette in the far left corner with fairly decent-looking appliances. A fridge, a stove, a sink that isn’t covered in blood. In comparison to some of the other places Avis has stayed in, it looks like a domestic haven, with its full table dining set and plush couch. It makes her sigh with contentment as she steps further in, examining the stove with greater detail, noticing it’s gas rather than electric.

Just like home.

“Took you long enough, Ghosty.”

Immediately, her eyes dart to the right and narrow, focusing on the voice that breaks through the darkness. Somehow it sounds familiar —deep and scratchy and overly sarcastic in a way that both makes her blood boil and her heart melt. A voice she hasn’t heard in ages.

“Lane?”

“In the flesh.”

Out of habit, she reaches for her gun, placing a heavy hand on the grip, watching as Isaac Lane steps out to greet her. Across his face, he’s got a big shit-eating grin. The kind he used to give her whenever she’d lose one of their never-ending arguments. That one where the edges of his lips are turned to the sky, revealing that one crooked canine on the left side, causing Avis to let out a nervous breath, realizing that it’s him. And that he’s here, standing in front of her, holding his hands out into the open air to signal he’s unarmed.

“Miss me?”

With his hands still raised, he takes another step closer, making her twitch. “Course not.”

“Bit rude to admit, but I’ll take it considering the obvious.”

“The obvious?”

“You’re reaching for your gun, are you not?”

Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, Avis releases the weapon but keeps her hand behind her. “Sorry if seeing you here doesn’t make me feel very fucking safe.”

“I didn’t realize my presence would make you so uncomfortable.”

There’s a hint of… something in his words. Smugness? Flirtation? Either way, instead of condoning it Avis instantly shuts it down with an eye-roll as she brushes past him and sets her things on the kitchen table. “Why are you here, anyway? What happened to Mags?”

“Mags?”

“My contact.” Angrily, she speaks through her teeth, a wave of stress rushing through as she tries to imagine the events that led to Lane’s appearance. Did Mags reach out to them or was it the other way around? And if it was, is she safe? Dead? Merely incarcerated?

Avis isn’t sure. All she knows is that something wrong had happened, otherwise, Mags (the handler she’d been working with over the last three months) would’ve been here instead, sitting at the table with her usual cup of coffee and folder filled with information on her next target.

“Oh, uh, right, she’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Lane strolls towards Avis’s stuff, moving his hands to examine their exteriors before unzipping the largest duffle. Inside, all of Abner’s body sits, carefully tied in black plastic bags for safekeeping. “I assume this is—“

Before Lane can even finish his sentence Avis has her gun to his head. Angrily, it’s pressed against his temple, the cold steel of the barrel contrasting the sudden heat of his face as his eyes turn to face her.

“Still quick on the draw, I see,” he laughs.

“What do you want, Isaac?”

Quietly, he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Oh, first name basis, am I in trouble?”

“You will be if you don’t fucking tell me what’s going on.”

She wants to shoot him right then and there —pull the trigger so she can move on with her plan but knowing Lane it won’t be that easy. He’s always been a bit of a snake. Doing whatever it takes to survive. On more than one occasion he’d thrown her under the bus for simple things like incomplete field reports or disorganized meeting notes —the usual office stuff. It was annoying, sure, but considering what she knew he was capable of she merely took the brunt of it with open arms, well aware that in the long run, it was easier. Safer.

“I’ll tell you when you drop the gun.”

“And I’ll drop the gun when you go over there.” Motioning to the other side of the room with her free hand, Lane merely nods in response, raising his hands ever so slowly. After, he pushes the chair out from underneath him and stands, taking his time as he wanders over to her desired spot on the couch.

“Okay, are we good now or do you want me to take off my clothes to show I’m not armed?”

“Good to know you’re still a disgusting pervert.”

“Only for you, my dear.”

Ignoring the wink Lane gives her as he speaks, Avis drops her gun onto the table, leaving it near and loaded as she sits in his previous spot. “You really are shameless, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

She has to force herself not to roll her eyes at his nonchalance. “Nothing, just… tell me what’s going on. Please.”

She doesn’t mean to sound so desperate, yet it just sort of comes out, falling from her lips like water from a broken dam. It’s inevitable. The sudden misery that takes over when she hears him laugh in response.

“I’m here to offer you a deal.”

“With who?”

“SHIELD, obviously,” he snaps.

Jokingly, she raises her hands in defence. “Sorry, just figured given your lack of moral compass that you might’ve switched things up since we last spoke.”

“Fair enough,” he admits. “But no, I’m still under Fury, as will you be, eventually.”

Avis can’t help but scoff at his confidence. “I highly doubt you have anything worthy to offer me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Would I?”

He nods, then moves his hand towards the other end of the couch, producing a file folder from a bag she hadn’t noticed before. “All the details of the deal are here.” Carefully, he then stands and takes a few steps towards her before tossing it onto the table and retreating back. “To sum things up though, SHIELD’s essentially offering you your job back.”

“My job?” Avis almost laughs at the idea as she opens the folder.

“Yes. With conditions.”

Dear Avis Finch,

We are pleased to offer you employment as Test Agent at Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (S.H.I.E.L.D.). We trust that your skills will be a valuable asset to our company.

This is a full-time, exempt position with an annual gross salary of $90,000, paid in bi-weekly instalments. In addition, this position is eligible for the following benefits, in accordance with company policy:

14 days of annual paid time off

10 days of sick leave

Medical and dental insurance

401k/retirement plan

Performance Bonus of up to 10% of your annual gross salary

On-site childcare

On-site housing

24/7 security protection

To accept this offer, please sign and date this letter as indicated below and return to Isaac Lane by December 12, 2016. Your first day of employment will be effective immediately.

We look forward to welcoming you to our team.

Sincerely,

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Avis stares at the paper for what feels like hours, reading and rereading every detail until her vision is blurry and her mind is full of thoughts that don’t make sense. “Obviously the salary could be a bit higher,” she eventually hears Lane say, his usual dry sense of humour breaking through the silence, causing her to look up and narrow her eyes, wondering how this could’ve happened. How SHIELD, of all companies, would decide to take her back?

“Is this a fucking joke?”

Lane, ever the charmer, snorts and shakes his head. “Surprisingly no. I mean, considering the circumstances I figured Fury had lost has mind but I guess, like always SHIELD has room for more traitors.”

As much as she wants to deny such a statement she knows doing so is useless. In Lane’s eyes, she’s nothing but a traitor. Just another run-of-the-mill rogue agent hell-bent on defying the law of a master no one truly trusts.

A part of her wonders if he acts like this out of jealousy. Perhaps he too once wished to do what she had done and as a result, lashes out. Psychologically, it’d make a ton of sense. Lane, regardless of her work, had always had this hatred for her. The kind you’d only notice if you could peek behind closed doors. In crowded rooms, he’d make it seem like they were the best of friends, laughing and joking —always making her feel like she was the most important person in the room.

Professionally though, he’d do whatever it takes to undermine her. This included betraying a cause they agreed needed support.

“You and I both know the only reason I’m in this position is because of you.”

As soon as she says this it’s as if Lane’s whole persona changes. Once calm and well-equipped to handle anything thrown his way, the man in front of her is now boiling. A newfound pressure suddenly found behind the pupils of his eyes, threatening her very existence. “I’d take the deal if I were you,” he says then, quiet and stern, the muscles in his neck twitching beneath tan skin that she knows wants to make contact more than anything in this world.

She darts a hand to her gun without hesitation, directing it towards the centre of his throat as he stands. “Wasn’t very smart of you to come unarmed.”

His eyes narrow to a point, the obvious anger in his features amplifying the coldness of his pale irises. “Says you. All you got is a gun and a body bag.”

“It’s more than you have.”

“Is it?”

Fuck.

She has to force herself not to falter once she realizes the truth. Which is that, instead of coming as a potential and (very unlikely) ally, Lane was merely a pawn. An easy distraction in a plan much bigger than either of them.

Immediately, Avis knows this because instead of running for the hills as she should’ve, she let her ego get the better of her, leaving her in a very precarious position.

“How many?”

Lane shrugs, his old, casual toxicity bubbling back to the surface. “I’d tell you but that’d ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?” he says, taking a few steps forward, ignoring the gun still locked onto his esophagus.

“I mean, I don’t think so, personally.” With a smile, Avis, tightens her fingers around the weapon, teasing the trigger further and further until he’s standing in front of her and she’s taking the shot, missing by a mile thanks to Lane’s quick movements.

“You’re rusty,” he grunts then, one hand now located on the barrel of the gun, pushing it towards the wall behind him with a grin so wide she can practically see her reflection off his crooked teeth.

“And you’re still so fucking annoying.” Shoving the gun, and ultimately him, backward she focuses on the loosening of her joints, feeling them melt away as she sinks into the floor, becoming nothing but a darkened shadow as she rushes around Lane’s legs.

Now above her, he attempts to step on her newly developed form, cursing under his breath as he misses once, then twice, before ultimately giving up and letting her slip through the doorway.

Once outside, Avis continues moving, listening to the sound of Lane yelling before half a dozen agents come barreling out from around the property, causing her to push herself faster across the paved driveway before moving across the street and into the tree line. Out of necessity, she makes sure to choose the most crowded path available before regaining human form and continuing on foot, panting at the overexertion that comes with using her powers.

Inside her chest she can feel her heart aching from the movement, threatening to stop entirely from exhaustion. Her limbs, similarly, crack with the pain of their previous disintegration, signalling her need to rest. To find a safe place to recuperate because Avis knows she can’t keep going. Not like this.

So, instead of continuing she merely stops and leans against a nearby tree, looking behind her to reassess.

Already she can hear their footsteps —the breaking of branches and the shuffle of bushes as the agents sent to take her in find their way closer.

Swearing under her breath, she pushes off the tree and once again dissolves into the ground, ignoring the way her body screams for surrender as she shoots through the dirt, continuing until she finds a nearby road. Once there, she turns to follow it, rushing through the centre line in search of a vehicle she can perhaps commandeer, praying to whatever god there is that they’ll grant her this one fucking, stupid grace.

It takes about a minute of moving. A minute of pure, agonizing pain, until she sees the lights of a silver sedan, enter her view, filling her with both relief and fear as she slithers up out of the pavement with her arms out at her sides, once again gambling with a fate she doesn’t actually believe in.

“Please, please, please…” she mutters under her breath, closing her eyes as she braces for possible impact.

Thankfully though, it doesn’t come. No, instead the only thing that hits is the sound of screeching tires and angry yells, both of which she ignores once she gets her bearings back and forces her way into the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Drive.”

Without hesitation she pulls a knife out of a holster beneath her shirt, pointing it towards the driver’s throat.

“Wait —what?”

The man, pale and stricken with fear, follows orders regardless of the confusion, stepping so hard on the gas that, as they lurch forward, Avis nearly fumbles with the knife in her burning hand.

“Follow this road until you hit Arviat, then drop me off at Tangmaarvik.”

“Wh—where?” Trying to pull himself further away from the knife, Avis notices the man’s grip on the steering wheel begins to tighten, his posture so tightly wound it’s as if he’s about to burst.

It makes her sympathize but only for a moment, knowing the anxiety he feels dealing with an unprepared threat. How his breath quickens and the beads of sweat across his forehead collect over time.

Like her he’s probably got a life outside of this occurrence —maybe a wife and kids; most likely a job and house. He’s got goals and hobbies and preferences —and like her, he’s got plans that don’t involve dying tonight.

“Relax, I’m not going to kill you.”

She knows admitting such a thing is a bit odd, not to mention stupid. Considering the whole point of taking a hostage is to first and foremost portray yourself as an immediate threat. Admitting the opposite kind of diminishes the whole deal.

Yet, the man before her still panics. Despite the admittance of safety, he still trembles when she moves her hand away from his throat, bumbling over words of desperation, begging her not to kill him.

“Did you not just hear me?” she snaps, her voice loud in the confines they both find themselves sharing. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Not if you listen.”

“I’ll listen,” he stutters. “Please, just… just don’t kill me.”

Instead of responding, Avis rolls her eyes, annoyed, trying her best not to let her lack of patience get the better of her as they continue down the road, driving at such speeds that, if a cop were to appear, they’d surely get pulled over.

Because of this, she quickly tells the man to slow down. “Follow the speed limit. Don’t draw any attention to yourself,” she tells him, watching the way he slowly but surely follows suit, his body loosening on the grip it once had as they continue east.

By the third hour, Avis is certain Lane has lost her, prompting a sigh of relief to rise through her aching bones as she settles further into the chair. Next to her, the driver shoots her a glance once he sees this —the way she softens into the plush of the cushion, her body limp with fatigue.

“Can, uh, I ask you a question?” he asks, hesitant but no longer stuttering.

Avis nods, too tired to deny the man.

“How did you appear in the road so suddenly? It was like, you were there and then you weren’t.”

“Well, obviously you’re seeing things because I was always there,” she says, trying her best to hide the smirk that threatens to peek out from the edge of her lips. “I ran out of the forest.”

The man scrunches his face in confusion. “No you didn’t.”

“Uh, yeah, I did.”

“No yo—“

“Are you seriously gonna argue with the bitch with the knife?”

Immediately he presses his lips together and shakes his head, once again focusing on the road. “Yup, fair enough, my bad.”

Guiltily, Avis finds his reaction sort of humorous but instead of laughing she merely just bites her lip, following his gaze. “Why were you out driving so late anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

She wants to pry further. Out of a mix of curiosity and boredom, she wants to learn about this man’s life. Why, like her, he was out and about in the early hours of the morning, wandering.

“Any particular reason?”

He opens his mouth —closes it and then opens it once more before he catches her glance. After that his eyes narrow, more confusion taking over his face once he realizes that she’s genuinely asking. That, despite scaring the absolute shit out of him with a knife just hours ago, Avis actually cares about what he has to say.

It’s unexpected, to say the least, but not entirely unwelcome as he ponders the question, sitting with it for a good few minutes before letting loose the thoughts within his mind.

“I guess I just feel a bit lost? I don’t know. I thought I was doing well for myself. Doing what I was told, when I was told to,” he says. “Recently, I got this really good job. One that’s hard to come by but it pays well. At first I hated it, tried to quit but, just couldn’t because for so long before that I had nothing. No prospects or purpose. It was like I was just this shell, coasting along from one bad situation to another.” He pauses —shrugs his shoulders and then looks towards the passenger seat, watching Avis listen to the sound of his voice with actual interest.

Her body language is more open than before. Awkwardly, rather than leaning against the window, she’s now angled towards the centre console, her elbow perched upon it so that rests her head against her palm. Her expression, a mixture of focus and sleep makes him question whether or not he should continue. Whether he should reveal his cards to this dangerous woman he just met.

“Anyway, I think this job’s making me restless again. At first it was something new —something exciting to look forward to but now that I’ve been doing it for so long it’s like I’ve stagnated.”

“So quit?”

At first, her bluntness catches him off guard, then it occurs to him that she doesn’t quite understand. “I can’t just quit.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s my job?”

“Get a new one?”

“I can’t?”

She raises her brow. “Can’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because w—“

Before she can continue, she notices a city sign out of the corner of her eye. Its reflective, green backdrop pulls her out of the nonsense she’s managed to find herself in. Out of this slivering moment of normalcy, she’s longed for ever since she left SHIELD to complete this mission on her.

For a moment, it makes her sad, realizing that this isn’t her life anymore. That no longer does she have the privilege of having casual conversations with people in cars because she has other things to worry about. Things like killing and living and completing what she started.

Returning to her previous persona, Avis motions her knife back toward the driver. “It’s just up ahead. Two blocks on the left,” she tells him, but this time instead of panicking he just nods.

Simple and curt, he twitches as he follows directions and wordlessly pulls into the small lot. Once there, he raises his hands in the air and motions to the ignition, asking if he needs to turn it off.

In response, Avis shakes her head and goes to open the door, finding herself filled with something foreign once she realizes it’s locked.

“Hey can y—“

A sharp object finds its way into her shoulder before she can properly react, causing her mouth to open and a gasp to fall out as she reaches to grab it. Before she can though, a hand takes hold of her wrist to turn her around, prompting her chest and head to simultaneously slam against the glass with a thud.

Under her breath, she cries out profanities. A series of expletives bounce off the window, falling onto deaf ears that are overshadowed by an awful laugh. “God, you really are exactly how they said you’d be,” a new voice says. Its tone harsher and more condescending, making Avis clench her teeth with rage as she struggles under his grasp, too worn out to properly fight.

“Mm, a bit more of a fighter, I’d say though. Bit shit with a knife but definitely not as weak as they say. You got potential.”

“Potential?” Somehow through the confusion and the blood loss she manages to turn to look at her captor, realizing who it is.

Instantly, her mind races at his image. He’s taller than he thought he’d be, bulkier in a way that still manages to appear slim. His features, even in the dimness of the car light jump out like an unforgotten memory, taunting her with wicked teeth and dagger-like eyes.

Like her, he’s got thick, dark hair and creasing lines of age that make it look like they're almost similar in age, making her wonder if that’s truly where the similarities lie. Sure, he’s a God. An alien not of this world who once sought to destroy this one, but perhaps there’s something else to him. Something expendable.

“What are you doing here?”

Tightening his grip on her arm, he twists it up and behind her back, making the pain in her shoulder further erupt.

Once again she cries out, holding back tears as she turns her face back to the window, trying to gain some relief as she presses her forehead to cool glass.

“I’m merely here doing your boss a favour,” he says, applying more and more pressure until Avis is screaming through bitten lips beneath his grasp, begging him to stop until he mutters something she doesn’t quite catch and rips the blade right out of her back again.

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eeblouissant · 5 months ago

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hii !! @witchybitchybisexual tagged me a while back to answer some tgg questions, and I’ve finally gotten around to it haha! Thank you soso much I had lots of fun with this :D (under the cut so I don’t clog anyones tl)

1. How did you find out about the show?

I was raised on it! My mother always (and I mean always. I’m very grateful she kept all her DVDs in such good condition so that I can rewatch!) had it on in the background when I was little, my great grandma too I believe. (I’m also convinced Bea Arthur was my gay awakening, i used to sit and stare for hoursss lol)

2. One storyline you'd eliminate?

Listen … there are so many but. I feel like you all already know what I’m about to say - firstly, the bit where Dorothy almost marries Stan again. I’d get rid of many of the Stan storylines (and get him much further away from Dorothy, honestly it’s a little upsetting to see him near her at all but maybe I’m just overly sensitive when it comes to the things Dorothy’s been through because of him? He shouldn’t have been a reoccurring character imo.) but that one especially. I can understand the need for it, because it dives into a part of Dorothy’s character that I find very interesting and that I love expanding on, but god it just hurt my heart way too much. He makes me very upset and I’m just a viewer - so I can’t imagine what it would be like for someone to actually have to put up with him. I really think I’m just overly sensitive because of the subject matter but oh well 😅. Anyway - that and, I’d change how the show ended. And not in the way you think !!!! I think it was crucial that Dorothy got her fairytale ending, she deserved it more than anyone (sorry rose, blanche, sophia) after the way she’s always treated, even if it’s not really meant, she deserved to hold that over their heads. I wouldn’t change a thing about that. But I would change that exit scene, where she isn’t able to respond to roses’ “is this goodbye?” It is goodbye. It shouldn’t have been goodbye - I hated that they ended it that way so badly. And the affect is seen later in the golden palace (they don’t even patch things up really!!!!!! It was so horribly done imo!!!! Maybe I’m just bitter I’m not sure 😭)

3. Best guest star/character?

The two times Sophia’s sister appears are my favourites, so I’ll have to go with her 😂

Also - I’m forgetting his name at the moment, but the trans man that made an appearance in that one episode. The way he was never misgendered or deadnamed!! that episode has a very special place in my heart!!! (Jean as well, that episode is also a huge comfort. But I don’t think I need to say that - it’s kind of implied)

4. Character you most relate to?

Dorothy and Rose equally 🚶🏻‍♀️ but is this really a shock at this point lol

5. Favourite character?

Rose !!!!!! You may think otherwise but she will forever be my favourite. She’s just too relatable, I see a lot of myself (unmasked) in her and it brings me a lot of comfort. Shes actually helped me start to be okay with the idea of unmasking a little more outside of the house. I love her soooo so much.

6. Favourite story of a cast member?

This one kind of involves all of them? So I hope it counts, but learning that the crew were the photos in the ‘men of blanches boudoir’ episode 😂 hilarious!! I can’t remember if the girls were expecting it, I hope it all came as a surprise because their reactions seemed genuine!

7. Which was the episode that got you hooked?

I can’t really answer this one because I’ve always loved the show, simply because I grew up on it 😅 my mum & I have a very similar dynamic to Sophia and Dorothy, so I actually think that’s what kept me hooked; the emotions and memories attached! And then of course growing up and picking up on how queer coded those three are, good lord.

8. You could wear one girl's wardrobe for the rest of your life, who would you pick?

Sophia and Rose, no hesitation. Dorothy is too tall and flowy for me (I’m 5’2, no way I’m pulling her wardrobe off lol), Blanche is too, well, Blanche 😭 although I do adore her wardrobe, it’s just definitely not for me (I will however be stealing her robes & housecoats immediately)

9. How many kids do you think they all actually had?

Okay, I know Dorothy for sure only had two. That’s talked about lots. Blanche had four? Because she’s only ever talked about having four, possibly adopting? And Rose, I’m actually unsure, does she ever say it outright 😅? I’d guess three or four. I know we see one or two of her kids but otherwise I’m unsure.

10. Do you think the actresses would've gotten along with their characters if they met in real life?

Why/Why not?

Sophia and Estelle would be two peas in a pod and I stand by that. They both just have this way about them that makes me think it wouldn’t turn out any other way haha

hhhhmmmm … I think that Dorothy and Bea would be able to relate on a different level for sure. Cheating husbands, very specific insecurities (until Bea was a little older that is. Her confidence was contagious!) fashion choices, similar opinions on how comfortable shoes actually are lol - but I feel like Dorothy is a little too much of a romantic. That might have thrown them off. Bea was also a very shy person, and Dorothy is a little more bold. That would have gone one of two ways I think! Either Dorothy ends up being her scary guard dog or they clash for all the wrong reasons 😂

Rose and Betty? I don’t have much to say other than, again, it would have gone one of two ways and been very black and white 😂 either they’re hitting it off, or never speaking again.

Rue mentions once that shes all Blanche with the exception of not being from Atlanta Georgia, and friends of hers have mentioned that she had a hard time shaking Blanche off after the show ended - so, I’d say they’re practically twins 😅 they’d question if they were related!

11. What are your other comfort shows?

The crown! (special interest, you know how it goes), I don’t watch much, because I always fear getting too absorbed in media and developing another fixation 😭 it’s also just hard when I’ve got such intense interests going on. I can’t delve into new media because it’s almost overwhelming? Idk can’t explain that one. Anyway, talk to me about the crown and I’ll marry you on the spot (/j)

12. Headcanons? (Feel free to list as many as you'd like)

Oh BOY. Oh here we go. You’ve all seen many of my headcanons by now so this might get repetitive, but I’ll list some anyway:

First off, because oh my god I think about it daily, Blanche has a natural tan!! Partly because she lays out in the sun so often but I also see her just being born with it. Something about it suits her so well! She gets a tiny bit paler in the winter but in the summer she’s almost unrecognizable (Thank you Blanche for adding some colour to the group lmao, those ladies are white !!!!)

I headcanon strongly that Rose is autistic. Or at the very least neurodivergent somehow (definitely autistic, but you get my point) - as an autistic person she reminds me a lot of myself when I’m unmasked and it’s actually really lovely unintentional representation! I feel so seen by her!

Honestly, a lot of what I would want to headcanon about Dorothy is already canon (her chronic illness, depression, hearing aid etc) but one thing I do headcanon her dealing with that isn’t explicitly stated is dissociation. It would come naturally with that one really awful thing that I won’t name that happened to her - and having to them live with Stanley for 38 years after the fact? I believe dissociation became less of a concern to her and more of a very, very dear friend. Anyway, I’ve rambled on that a million times so I’ll spare you all 😅

I also headcanon that Dorothy is an extremely repressed lesbian, be it her religion or, again, the very awful thing that shall not be named, etc - there’s something about the way she treads so carefully around the topic of lesbianism that just … yeah. We know Dorothy. It’s okay. I headcanon blanche being bisexual, since it’s kind of hinted at once or twice? Or like? Straight up implied? Cut to all the times she just happened to ask Dorothy to “help her out” or pick between her and rose lmao. I can see rose being pan or bi as well, but I think I headcanon her being unlabelled honestly! She just wants to love and be loved, if she loves someone, she loves them!

Honestly, I don’t have many headcanons for Sophia - she’s perfect as she is 😂 10/10 no notes!

13. What would you change (if anything) about the show/ characters if it was set in the modern day?

Again, how it ended, and in this case because of the insane amount of queer coding and subtext - need I say more? I can’t see this show being set in modern times, I honestly think it would ruin the vibe 😅

14. Which other Fictional Characters would you like each one of the golden girls to meet?

oh lord okay, I’ve saved this one for last because I’m actually not sure? I don’t think I can answer this one but I’ll edit and add if anything comes to mind later 😅

15. Who were your favourite duo?

Rose and Dorothy!!!! Although it’s very hard to separate the four, rose and Dorothy always had the most precious scenes.

16. Who should've got more 1:1 screen time with each other?

Rose and Dorothy 😭😭 pleassseeeee oh my god

16. Calmest season?

Two I think!

17. Most chaotic season?

Seven or three - season seven felt rushed, so it felt chaotic in a way I hated, but season three was so filled with lore and things that it felt chaotic for all the right reasons!

18. Favorite Season?

Three and four!

19. If the girls hadn't had their established careers, what other ones could you picture them doing?

Well firstly I’d give Dorothy her antique shop dream, obviously. I cant not see Blanche doing something with the arts… if she really put her mind to it I think she would make an incredible artist. & rose … hhhmmm. Maybe a preschool or kindergarten teacher! (Sophia is exempt here, let the woman rest lol she’s much to old to be working)

20. Best aspects of the show in your opinion?

All the different kinds of representation! How much it leaned into topics that were otherwise considered kind of swept under the rug. There’s been a billion posts made explaining this already though so I’m sure I don’t need to talk anyone’s ear off about it 😅

21. This question is for my fellow cheesecake lovers) favourite cheesecake flavour?

Ohhhh strawberry has to be my favourite.

22. Storyline you wished they had expanded upon?

Okay this is going to sound silly so bare with me, but that time Sophia got a job (dressed up in that pirate costume) - they never expanded on it, in fact she kind of disappeared for the rest of the episode!!!! I have to know what on earth was going on there 😭!!!

23. Questions you'd ask the actresses?

Honestly, if they actually got along. Because there have been rumours and things. (and then, you know. The Thing Rue Said that Bea had said about Betty because of the way she was picking on Estelle. And also Betty admitting that Bea was never too fond of her. I just have to know!) id also ask Bea Arthur specifically what she thought of the possible queer subtext around Dorothy’s character - I have a feeling she’d be fond of it actually 😂

24. Episode that brings you the most comfort?

Any episode that isn’t from the end of season 7 😭 I don’t think I can pick just one

25. Episode that made you laugh the hardest?

The episode where Dorothy sleeps with (or well, attempts to. We all know how that went) stans brother. I could write an essay on that one but oh my GOD I was laughing so hard at the parts that weren’t ripping my heart out!!!

26. Which other work that the actresses did you enjoy the most?

You’re asking me to pick only one of Bea Arthur’s other works???? I’d have to say Maude I think, basic answer I know - but oh my god I love her 😭 I’ll have to say Maude for Rue as well. The Beatrice Arthur special is Very close behind her though. & Betty - hhhmmm. Probably Password (if it counts?)

27. Best St Olaf Story?

The Great herring war hands down - I CANNOT with that scene 😂😂 when rue started to giggle I knew exactly what was about to go down - BEA lost composure, and I’d imagine that’s a hard thing to get her to do!!!!

28. Best slut story?

does this count I’m not sure … but I’m very very fond of that little moment where rose and dorothy are recalling different men Blanche has told them stories about to ask if they’re true (after she admitted that she tends to over exaggerate sometimes) like oh my god. They actually remember all the nonsense Blanche tells them 😂 I can’t !!!!

29. Best Sicily story?

The Pablo Picasso story !!!! Oh my god I think about it daily !!!!!!

30. Which girl would you be most interested in seeing a prequel of? And at which point in their life?

Young Dorothy !!!!!! OH MY GOD !!! She should have had her own show I’m so serious!!!!! The fact that she didn’t get a spin-off is a crime - I don’t know how that never happened. I’m so fascinated by her and how she survived back then. I need all the details big and small or I might (will, I will) die

#thank you so much again for this fun little game :D we need more of these here !!!!#the golden girls #personal #tag games

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druckkugelschreiber · 8 months ago

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Writer's Asks

I got tagged by the wonderful @goldheartedsky and am way too excited to do it!!!

1) how many works do you have on AO3?

26 and not counting very fast because posting things is exhausting

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

517,732 which considering the amount of stories I have posted tells you a lot about the length of them lol

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Anything and everything I hyperfocus on. The Old Guard has the most words, but I also have Marvel, The Walking dead, Dragon Age, Snow White and the Huntsman, Fast & Furious, Alien Series and School for good and evil on there

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The evil queen and her huntress, Arena, My white Knight, Flower Dances (only cause of the Kudos bug back then though) and Safe & Sound

5) Do you respond to comments?

hell yeah!

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Cottage just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, I almost exclusively write happy endings, so I don't know which is the happiest. Though I think either the upcoming ending for Freedom or Three times Loghain (almost) broke up with Caliane and the one time he didn't, Callie and Loghain also have a very happy ending together with a baby daughter even

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far, but I don't post a lot of my more 'problematic' stuff

9) Do you write smut?

I do, but not very much, not all that interesting for me to write most days

10) Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I love writing crossovers, my go to are my marvel crossovers for anything (not many posted though), but the craziest is probably my Hobbit/ TWD crossover which can be found in Jojo's Negan x OFC oneshots

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

not written, but I used to have like verbal stories with my friend back in middle school. I don't think it would work nowadays with my writing style anymore

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

SkyeWard, but I don't write about the character ships, for writing, I only write xOCs ships which would then be Andy x OFC naturally

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"At arm's length" but it has runneth dry, I'd also love to finish "Layers" which I kind of hope I will get to at some point, also "Best mistake I ever made" I really want to finish it but I do doubt that'll ever happen

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and I think writing action or at least I enjoy it

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

description of surroundings, setting scenes, that sort of thing, I'm continously working on improving describing the very specific images in my head

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's cool but if not provided with translation it frustrates me and pulls me out of fics. Also if it's a language I know, it should be gramatically correct but I know how hard that is to get done in fanfic at least for myself so I usually just put everything in italics and call it a day.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats, still write for it occassionally, I wrote WaCa fanfics before I knew what fanfics were lol

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

My Spirit of Vengeance series holds a very special place in my heart. It was the first series of longfics I ever finished and just a lot of long projects in a row I finished in years. A lot of firsts happened with that series an it's my baby.

no pressure tagging @mxanigel @ex0rin @winterbonesthings @poetikat at anyone else who I forgot regularly writes fics, I'm terrible at remembering that and @ziskandra has abandoned tumblr after all D:

#tag tames #schreiber schreibt

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miraakulous-cloud-district · 1 year ago

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TESFEST DAY 3: STARLIT

So very excited to participate in @tes-summer-fest again this year <3! To me, the "Starlit" prompt just screamed Ralof/Hadvar and I wrote this little something at 3 am, it will be a part of my main fic WYGTYA at some point. If you like my writing, you can check it out! It's a Miraak x ldb fic.

Word count: 2,829, you can also find this fic on AO3 right here!

Characters: Hadvar, Ralof, my ldb Ravonna, Miraak (his real name is Fenrik in WYGTYA)

Warnings: inappropriate language, implied smut, mentions of alcohol

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Both Ralof and Hadvar find themselves in Riverwood at the same time since Helgen. They fight, they seek solace in a very special place and all the memories start flooding. They used to stargaze here, and Hadvar can only think of how much better those stars look in the reflection of Ralof's eyes. What on Nirn are they doing and when the hell are they going to kiss? Also, there is a Hozier reference in there somewhere :D

Sneak peek: "Hadvar sighs in response, looking at the starlit sky and trying his best to focus on finding the constellations. He used to do this when he was younger. He was so good at finding the constellations and Ralof was so good at inventing new ones. ‘Look at that one over there. Looks like a skeever. I believe it’s my birthsign. It calls to me.’ He would say, making Hadvar holler and snigger so loud that would wake the dogs up and make them start barking for minutes on end. He remembers how one night when they were teenagers, they were stargazing and Ralof suggested one constellation looks like a heart. They were lying on their backs and their shoulders were touching. Ralof was showing him the star alignment, but when he lowered his arm back on the floor, his fingers brushed against his and suddenly, every constellation was heart-shaped. Of course his thoughts run back to Ralof. They always do. It’s always him."

The trees were slowly swaying in the wind. The lanterns around Riverwood and the moons were illuminating enough for Hadvar to enjoy the view. This little watchtower still has no guard, even with the Dragons about. Still, the guards seem to be patrolling the village enough to make the people living in it less dreadful. He sighs, leaning his head on the railing, looking at the stars as a plea, and asking for guidance and forgiveness all at the same time. He didn’t think coming back to Riverwood would hurt this much, and he did not expect to find him here, screaming and almost launching towards him to fight. Gods… what has the war done to them? He feels absolutely terrible. In his mind, Ralof has every right to be angry, and to be honest, he kind of hoped that Ravonna did not intervene between them. He deserves every single bit of his wrath. He almost sent him to his execution. Him. Ralof. His dearest friend and the one that he’s been aching for ever since… he doesn’t even remember, since forever, perhaps. He doesn’t even hear someone climbing up the ladder to join him, he is drowning in guilt.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Ralof’s voice snaps him out of his trance.

“How so?”

“If I wanted to brood after our fight, this is the place I’d come to as well. The irony is too strong here. You can almost taste it.” Ralof tries to lighten the mood with his tone. He always hated situations that were too serious. Hadvar smiles, remembering that time when they tried to sneak into Bleak Falls Barrow after hearing rumors of a treasure. They were children. Ralof was terrified. His eyebrows were furrowed and his voice was trembling, but he still found the strength to make jokes to make Hadvar feel better. Life in the legion has been hard without him by his side.

“I can leave.” Hadvar huffs. It came off a lot colder than he intended. He shifts to get up, but a firm hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Wait. Just… wait a damn minute for once in your life and don’t run.” Ralof sounds tired of fighting.

Hadvar swallows hard. He remembers how he ran away with no warning after Ralof told him that he will join the Stormcloaks. He ran because he was afraid of the heartbreak of seeing Ralof leave.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper, Hadvar. I don’t want to… I can’t… Ugh!” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, finding it hard to voice his troubles. He huffs a laugh.

“What?” Hadvar raises a sad eyebrow at him.

“It’s just that… you were always the better one at talking feelings. Should’ve taken a leaf out of your book.”

“You were always braver and better at facing everything. I suppose I should have taken a leaf out of your book, too.”

“Why didn’t we?” Ralof turns his head to face Hadvar again, making him look at his fidgety hands and further proving his point that the blond is braver.

Hadvar doesn’t respond right away. He seems deep in his thoughts. Why didn’t they ever learn from each other? To him, it was always with Ralof that he could be himself. Ralof was such a constant in his life, he was there for as long as he remembers, and whenever they were together, it felt like stepping into a fairytale: the colors were brighter, the sun was warmer, the flowers smelled nicer, and the dangers of Skyrim felt more like adventures than perils. No one made him laugh like Ralof. He was just a sad, lost boy who was recently orphaned and had to come here and live with his uncle, and Ralof somehow understood that, and befriended him right away, and he guarded that wounded heart as best he could, always trying to get a smile out of Hadvar.

After what felt like an eternity of a mix of comfortable silence and excruciating anticipation, Hadvar finds his voice.

“I suppose we thought we had more time. Ralof, I -” he finally gathers the courage to look at him, “I never thought we would end up like this. I never even imagined a life without -”

“- Hey. Don’t talk like there is no hope left. Maybe we can…”

“Can we? Can we ever be the same as before if we have opposite views? For Gods’ sake, Ralof, we’re on opposing sides of the war." His voice is weak and sad, and every word feels like a punch to the chest to Ralof, but he fights on, against his own stubbornness and ego. He remembers what Ravonna said. She shook his shoulders and looked straight into his soul, almost shouting ‘You love this man! That much is evident, and I think everyone knows except for him. You have to tell him, you have to let him know because as much as I hate how this sounds, you may never see him again in these troubling times. He’s about to go with us to the border with Cyrodiil. Folks say they keep hearing dragon wings flapping above. But he’s here tonight, and so are you. What were the chances? Maybe fate itself willed it. Ralof, for fuck’s sake do not let this opportunity pass. It took near death experience after near death experience for me to realize that I needed to not take things for granted and tell Fenrik just how much he means to me. And if something were to happen and he never found out, I would have never forgiven myself.’

“Are the opposing sides that different? Hadvar, my time in Windhelm, with Ulfric and Ravonna… it made me think from a different perspective. Everything is insignificant in the grand scheme of things right now. So let’s just… be insignificant together.”

“What happens after, then? After the grand scheme of things gets solved?”

“What if it never gets solved, Hadvar? What if we perish?”

Hadvar sighs in response, looking at the starlit sky and trying his best to focus on finding the constellations. He used to do this when he was younger. He was so good at finding the constellations and Ralof was so good at inventing new ones. ‘Look at that one over there. Looks like a skeever. I believe it’s my birthsign. It calls to me.’ He would say, making Hadvar holler and snigger so loud that would wake the dogs up and make them start barking for minutes on end. He remembers how one night when they were teenagers, they were stargazing and Ralof suggested one constellation looks like a heart. They were lying on their backs and their shoulders were touching. Ralof was showing him the star alignment, but when he lowered his arm back on the floor, his fingers brushed against his and suddenly, every constellation was heart-shaped. Of course his thoughts run back to Ralof. They always do. It’s always him.

“Do you remember that one time we were here during New Life celebrations?” Ralof speaks again, making Hadvar come back to reality.

“What are you -”

“Yes or no?” Ralof senses his fear, but Hadvar can’t run away anymore. He needs to be brave tonight, because it may be his last chance to be brave.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“We were drunk and happy and we thought we had our whole life ahead of us.” Ralof begins, trying to be brave himself and just let his thoughts flow into words like a river turning into a waterfall. “I remember drinking so much mead that my heart started driving me like a man possessed. I came up to you and asked you if you wanted to see the stars in our spot. And you agreed. And in that moment I knew that I was going to kiss you.” he stops to laugh, his chuckles calming Hadvar down a bit after all of that. “I never climbed this damned ladder faster. And I was drunk, and you were drunk, but the moment I kissed you, I was the most sober I’d ever been. Even sob… sober-er?” he tilts his head for a second.

“More sober.”

“Right. More sober. I was more sober than when I was actually sober. Did that make sense? It all sounded better in my head…”

“It makes sense.” Hadvar says after a moment. “I felt the same.” and that sentence makes Ralof’s eyebrows rise comically high.

“You felt the same.” he says, and it sounds both like a question and a revelation at the same time.

“Of course I did. I kissed back, you know.”

“Of course I know! I remember it as if it happened mere seconds ago.”

Time seems to stop. The wind isn’t blowing anymore, and the birds stopped singing, as if to let them talk their truths uninterrupted. The stars seem to shine brighter, but not as bright as their reflection in Ralof’s blue eyes. Hadvar was always weak for those eyes. And now those eyes are big and filled with hope that is contagious. What if they both still feel the same. What if this could actually work out for them?

“Ralof… why are you telling me this?”

“Because I never said anything after that night. Because I thought you were drunk and you wouldn’t remember. Because you never said anything either. Because you left to join the legion and I never got to tell you… Because I didn’t want to ruin what we had. But what we had is already ruined, isn’t it?” he says, his voice is hoarse and sorrowful, and his eyes almost lost all hope, as if he sent it all to Hadvar. He lost his bravery, but Hadvar is willing to be brave enough for both of them now.

“I left because I could never bear to tell you that I’m leaving and see your face. I left because I was afraid of my feelings. I… I never wanted to ruin what we had, and that’s why I acted as if that kiss never happened. Friends to lovers… That stuff only works in books, but this is real life. The truth is that I’ve pined and ached for you for as long as I remember.” Hadvar chuckles at how easy it is to just say it. “I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t love you. It’s always been you. I think I loved you even before I met you, and I know that I couldn’t utter it when you needed it shouted, and for that I am sorry, but I am willing to sing like a bird about it now.” He takes Ralof’s face in both of his hands and holds it so gingerly it hurts.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to start singing.” Ralof tries to conceal the emotional baggage in his voice as best he can.

“I’m sure you’d find some ways to shut me up-” but he barely gets to finish his sentence because Ralof’s lips crashed into his. His lips were chapped, but the kiss was so soft.

“I love you, you beautiful, kind, loud, obnoxious man. I will always love you.” Hadvar barely breaks the kiss to utter, bumping their noses together.

“Well, my plan was to say it first, and how can I even compete with that?” He smiles into the kiss. He could get lost in him forever. His arms wrap around his back, pulling him closer, closer, but even the closest isn’t close enough.

“You’ve shown me that you love me enough, Ralof. I was just too blind to see it.”

“Well I’m glad you finally came to your senses.” He says between kisses. He should probably stop and look at Hadvar properly and try to articulate just how much he adores him, but he is unable to stop kissing him. So much time was lost pining when they could have done this instead. Damn the war, damn the village, damn all the Gods, he only cares for him in this moment. “But really, I love you, too, Hadvar. More than anything. More than words.” he should be more poetic. He wants to be more poetic. He’d hoped that in the time spent with Ravonna, maybe some of her bard-ness got to him, but Hadvar’s hands are in his hair, and he is practically climbing on him, and all those constellations that they were looking at long ago seem to be in Ralof’s stomach, dancing around to the tune of their heartbeats.

“Ralof.” Hadvar whispers, grinding his hips and pulling at Ralof’s tunic. He eagerly throws his hands in the air, trying to get it off as soon as possible. But it proves to be a more challenging move than anticipated. The watchtower used to be bigger, he thinks. After some struggling, they manage to take his tunic off, but he hits his head on the railing in the process, making them both laugh against each other. He sits up, not letting Hadvar get a good look at the scars on his chest. He is quick to return to kissing him. He slides his hands under Hadvar’s tunic, sending shivers up his spine, but the tunic refuses to cooperate due to their crammed together position.

“You’re gonna have to sit up for a bit.'' Ralof says against Hadvar’s neck, making him groan in frustration because he stopped kissing him. But he complies, trying to get up so that Ralof can take his tunic off, but he hits his head even harder, falling on Ralof in the most embarrassing way. His face is now on the floor, and he is pretty sure that his right leg is not moving without additional help because it somehow got stuck between the railing and the wall.

Despite everything, they both can’t help but laugh out loud. Ralof helps him get out of that position and now they’re facing each other again, wiping away their laugh-tears.

“You know, these might help us out, if you wish to get out of here.”

“We can't go back to your place! I will never be able to look at Gerdur in the eyes again! And my place has no private rooms-”

“- Ravonna gave me the keys to her room at the Inn.” Ralof grins.

“Why didn’t you say that in the first place?” Hadvar protests.

“I didn’t know we’d get to this!”

“You still took the key!”

“A man can hope!” he carefully throws his arms in the air in defense. As careful as he was, he still hits his elbow on the railing. “Gods, when did this place shrink…”

“Place didn’t shrink. You just got bigger.” Hadvar raises a mischievous eyebrow, his voice full of innuendo, making Ralof’s face grow as red as Bjorn’s tomatoes on a summer’s day. The sudden rush to the room is imminent, and as fast as Ralof climbed this ladder on that night on New Life, he climbs out of it even faster this time, giggling and not giving a care in the world for the fact that he left his tunic in the watchtower or what people may say when they see them rushing into the Sleeping Giant Inn and shutting the room door behind them. Hell, most of the locals probably made bets on this. They all know. They must’ve figured it out by now.

The doors to the inn open and the Nords are rushing in with red faces, swollen lips and smiling faces. Ravonna and Fenrik are sitting at the front of the inn, chatting with the innkeeper and drinking mead. They both jerk their heads towards the door in unison. She raises her eyebrows in surprise at a shirtless Ralof, rushing towards her with the speed of wind.

“Everything’s worked in your favor, I see.” she is smug and happy with herself, making Fenrik chuckle. “You’re welco-” but she is interrupted by Ralof grabbing her face and smushing his face against hers. The kiss is brief and raw, and when Ralof pulls away, Ravonna is stunned beyond words.

“Thank you. You’re an absolute saint, Dragonborn. I am forever in your debt.” He bows, and drags Hadvar to their room, shutting the door behind them with what seemed like their bodies slammed against it.

Fenrik is too busy laughing.

“What the fuck just happened?” She asks, still stunned, yet chucking.

“I believe you just witnessed some authentic Nord affection first-hand.” He laughs. “Ah, I’ve not seen this since Atmora, when me and my sailor friends used to throw parties on the ship.”

“You mean to tell me that you did this all the time?”

“Of course. I loved my friends! And sometimes that love was much beyond words.”

“Nords…” She shakes her head.

“You’re a Nord, too!”

“Shut up.”

“Is he a better kisser than me though?” he playfully leans closer to her.

“By the Gods! This conversation is over!” she gasps, playfully punching his shoulder and ordering another round of meads.

#tesfest23 #skyrim #prompt: starlit #writing #ralof #hadvar #miraak #oc: ravonna #miraak x ldb #hadvar/ralof

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