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jump then fall (into you) | part 2

banner by the talented @jimilterâ đ

pairing â jungkook x reader
genre â cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut
word count â 52k (pt 2. 14k)
18+ | warnings â swearing, drinking, sexual content: foreplay, oral m. and f., protected sex etc.
summary â bringing Jungkook along as your date to your exâs lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first â all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong⊠then Jungkookâs ex shows up and all of a sudden youâre in a years long relationship with him. You donât mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

note. i hope you're enjoying! âșïž don't forget to interact please + here's a few songs that inspired me and this story (more at the end too!): photograph â ed sheeran i think i fell in love today â kelsea bellerini where are you now â lost frequencies & calum scott 3:15 (breathe) â russ words â alesso & zara larsson jump then fall â taylor swift

part 2

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You know what he wants you to say, but as you feel his fingers around yo, all you can think of is how wrong they feel â theyâre not as long as the ones youâre most familiar with, not as calloused on the palms or soft from the back. Every moment with Jungkook from the past few weeks buzzes through your mind and it all starts to make sense â youâve always known Jungkook makes you happy but you never thought about whyâŠ
Looking up at Lawrence, you nod slowly. âYes,â you say, softening the words in the hopes it softens the blow.
Itâs a quiet confession, not only because youâre pretending to date Jungkook, but because now youâre no longer sure if your heart is open to anyone else besides him.
Lawrence smiles, releasing a small breath heâd been holding. âI had to ask,â he chuckles.
Youâre sure his cheeks are turning pink but with the dim lighting, you canât be sure.Â
Lips pursing, you nod.
Thereâs another moment of hesitation from him, then he kisses your cheek once before stepping back.Â
âIâm glad I asked though, Iâd probably regret it forever if I didnât,â he adds, eyes gleaming as they look over your face.Â
You manage to smile despite feeling bad and a little awkward now â itâs not every day someone confesses to your face like this. âItâs okay, I get it.âÂ
Just while your mind races to find an excuse to leave now, Lawrenceâs gaze shifts to behind your shoulder and his eyes suddenly widen, face going somewhat pale. You turn around, eyes following his line of sight and when you see whoâs standing there, youâre sure your expression mirrors Lawrenceâs.Â
Jungkook and Alias stand more than a few feet away by the staircase towards the upper decks, but itâs not hard to see their expressions from here.Â
Alias purses his lips and looks at Jungkook before he shifts his weight awkwardly. But itâs Jungkook youâre focused on. His expression is blank and he just stares at Lawrence and you.
How long has he been standing there? Why isnât he doing anything? And why do you only now realise how close you and Lawrence are still standing while holding hands too?Â
You let go, stepping back abruptly too but you know it doesnât make a difference.Â
Jungkook's lips curl into a curt yet polite smile before he turns and disappears around the corner.Â
What the hell is happening?Â
Jungkook and you arenât even dating for real for this to be a problem so why on earth does it feel like youâve actually done something so wrong?
The guilty feeling in your chest grows as you stand still, still looking upon where he was.
âIâm so sorry,â Lawrence apologises immediately. âI can go talk to him, it was all my fault.â
âNo itâs fine,â you shake your head, managing a smile. âI should talk to him, donât worry.âÂ
He nods and you walk away before he can say anything else.
âWalk with me?â you say as you approach Alias.Â
He nods, falling into stride beside you. âWhat was that about?â he asks, nodding back in the direction of Lawrence.
âUm, he told me he likes me, or at least did,â you wince.Â
âAh, that explains it.â
You shoot him a look. âThat explains what?â
Alias hesitates. âWell, he looked like he was about to kiss you.â
Oh gosh. âBut he wasnât!â you exclaim in a hushed whisper. âI wouldnât do that!âÂ
âI know!â Alias exclaims too, âBut it still didnât look good. Iâm assuming thatâs why Jungkook just left.â
âYou think heâs upset by it?â
âWell what else could it be?â
Sighing, you slow down.Â
Alias looks at you confused. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhat am I doing?â you ask rhetorically, thinking out loud.
Raising his brows, Alias points down the corridor. âFinding your boyfriend to explain whatâs happening?â he says almost sarcastically.Â
âBut thatâs just it, heâs not actually my boyfriend so why did he walk off? And why do I feel bad about it?â You feel like you sound a bit helpless but at this moment you donât actually care, at least not with Alias.Â
Itâs confusing â first you find yourself having all these weird moments with Jungkook, then Lawrence tells you he likes you only for you to realise that maybe you actually do like Jungkook, and now Jungkook walking off like thisâŠ
Could he actually be upset by this?
Aliasâs expression softens and he places his hands on your shoulders, squeezing gently. âI think you know why.â
You frown, lips pouting. âWhat are you trying to say?â
He chuckles, pulling you in for a hug. âIâm not saying anything. Youâre figuring this out on your own.â He pulls back and takes your arm in his as he walks slowly down the corridor again. âNow, what are you going to say to Jungkook?â
His question is met with silence, but he doesnât push any further as you take the time to think.Â
Youâre well aware of what Alias is trying to say to you but thereâs a part of you that doesnât want to acknowledge it â more like you donât know how to acknowledge it.Â
Maybe you do like him? Or maybe youâre just confused? It could definitely just be lust, or even just loneliness as it has been a long time since youâve last been with anyone. Or maybe all the pretending has gotten to your head? â thatâs definitely a plausible reason for the way youâre feeling.Â
Although, it really doesnât feel like it. Thereâs a reason pretending to date Jungkook comes so easily to you. Being with him is natural to you because youâve always felt like you belong together; now you realise youâve been feeling that romantically not just platonically. Having been so close to him for so many years has created a safety blanket around you, one that you canât imagine living without and most definitely canât ever replace. Even the thought of coming on this trip without him felt so wrong. There must be a reason why it doesnât feel surprising to you that at some point, your feelings crossed the line from friends to something more.
âI donât know,â you groan quietly. âThis is so weird, what does someone say in this situation?â
Alias actually takes a moment to consider this. âActually,â he starts, pulling on your arm to stop walking. âYou need to be sure of how you feel before you say anything.â
Heâs right.
âTake some time,â Alias says. âMaybe just address what happened with Lawrence for now?â
You nod. âOkay, Iâll just tell him what happened.â
âYeah, do that,â Alias nods too. He looks down the corridor but makes no move to walk any further with you.Â
Your cabin is only a few doors away so you hug him goodbye, and after he wishes you good luck, you make your way towards it.
Clearing your mind, you focus on the simple goal for now. Just let Jungkook know that thereâs nothing between Lawrence and you â what he saw isnât what it looked like.Â
Tapping into your room, you feel your heart race a little faster as your nerves rise. Jungkook isnât anywhere in the cabin but you can hear water running in the bathroom.Â
Taking a deep breath, you mentally scold yourself to get it together. Some of your clothes from earlier in the day are still scattered on the bed so you decide to at least clear these away while you wait.Â
It isnât long until you hear the lock clicking and Jungkook walks out of the bathroom.Â
You look up to see him patting his face dry with a towel. Heâs already dressed for bed and you note that heâs wearing a top this time.Â
When he sees you, his face shows no surprise or even much emotion at all. He simply nods and averts his gaze almost immediately. âHey,â he says, tossing the towel into the laundry basket.Â
âHey,â you respond quietly while keeping your eyes on him.Â
He walks over to the bed and starts picking up some of his own mess. If the situation were any different, you wouldnât really think anything was wrong by the way Jungkook is acting. But you know Jungkook.Â
For starters, he never folds his clothes neatly before putting them away. He usually just roughly puts them together and hides them away somewhere, yet here he is, laying out a shirt and folding the sleeves with much focus.
âUm, JungkookâŠ?â
He looks up immediately. âYeah?â Thereâs no irritation or anger or anything else in his expression. Just the usual concern youâre used to seeing on his face whenever you call him.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask, feeling stupid as soon as you ask it.Â
âYeah, of course,â he answers, shrugging as he resumes folding his clothes. âAre you okay?â
âYeah.âÂ
âGood.â
Turning away to put your clothes in the drawer, you frown to yourself. You know he knows why youâre asking â him walking off like that wasnât normal and now him acting like nothingâs happenedâŠ
âSo,â he says, clearing his throat. âYou and LawrenceâŠâ
There it is. You turn to face him again. Heâs still looking down as he folds his clothes but you donât need to see his face to know heâs not looking forward to the answer.Â
âYou like each other?â His voice is steady but you can hear the quiet reservations that come with it.Â
âNo,â you answer immediately.Â
He pauses for a second and you expect him to say something, but he doesnât. He only nods and carries on putting his clothes away.Â
You tell him everything. âWe bumped into each other during the game because I was kind of confused about where to go after me and you split up. We just started talking and it came up that I used to have a crush on him way back in high school, and as we spokeâŠâ you watch Jungkook carefully, still unable to see his face as he stays looking down, â⊠he just ended up telling me how he used to have a crush on me when we were growing up and it apparently never really went away.âÂ
Itâs now that Jungkook finally looks up. He has a small smile on his face â not a smirk, not anything to show you itâs anything other than a genuine smile despite it not being his usual smile that meets his eyes.
âSo Lawrence likes you then.â He says it more surely, as though heâs just reaffirming a fact rather than asking a question.Â
You hesitate. âWell, yes, he does but he knows I donât like him.â
As his smile fades a little, Jungkook raises a brow. âAre you sure?â
âPositive,â you say, feeling something heavy begin to weigh down your chest.Â
Jungkook considers this. His gaze is steady as he looks at you from across the room, looking for any clue that might suggest otherwise to him.Â
The longer he stares, the more you feel the weight on your chest. You donât like this â you donât like that Jungkook could even think for a minute that you like anyone else. Since high school, you havenât had any real feelings for anyone and as Lawrence made you realise, itâs all because of Jungkook.
âJungkook?â your voice comes out coarse and quiet.Â
He looks away, jaw shifting as he now chooses to roughly fold his clothes together. Then âÂ
âI think we should stop the whole dating thing, it was my fault so Iâll tell whoever I need to tomorrow.â He says it clearly and decisively. âI donât wanna hold you back, you should give Lawrence a chance.â
With a scoff, your brows knit together and you frown at him. âI just told you, I donât like him.âÂ
âHe was your high school crush for years, youâve always wanted this.â
He says it so nonchalantly now and it makes you angry because you know just moments ago he was upset because of this. Sure, he didnât say anything, but Jungkook is your best friend and you know him more than anyone else.Â
âWell not anymore!â you blurt. âWhy donât you believe me?â
Jungkook looks at you and immediately you can recognise the small signs of him feeling hurt but he does well to disguise it as best as he can. âI saw how you looked at him that night, Y/N. It was pretty clear how smitten you were, anyone could see it.â
Immediately, youâre confused. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âCartagena,â he responds, almost despondent. âYou came out of the venue together and it was clear from your face that you were over the moon to have him there.â
Now you remember⊠and devastatingly enough, you realise Jungkook isnât wrong. You remember how you felt when you initially bumped into him â it was a childish kind of excitement when seeing your crush but thatâs all it was. Seeing him just brought back memories and that small part of you came out because it had been so long but since then you know thereâs been nothing.Â
Jungkook, however, wouldnât know that. You realise that you mustâve looked how heâs describing and gosh, you canât even imagine how youâd feel if the roles were reversed.Â
Before you can ever try to find the words to explain how you feel, a knock sounds at the door.Â
Jungkook is the one who answers it since youâre still too caught up in your thoughts.Â
You even remember how youâd stupidly been flirting with him right in front of Jungkook, you pretty much called him âtall, handsome and mysteriousâ when you were supposed to be âdatingâ JungkookâÂ
âLawrence.â
You turn immediately at the sound of Jungkookâs voice. Sure enough, Lawrence is standing there in the doorway looking exactly as he was when you left him.Â
âUh, hey,â he says, nodding awkwardly as he glances between Jungkook and you.Â
You just stare at him blankly. This really doesnât help you right now.Â
âHey,â Jungkook says with a smile, resorting to his usual politeness. âWhatâs up?â
Lawrence hesitates, still glancing between you both. âSorry, I was thinking about whether or not I should come but I figured the sooner the better⊠uhâŠâ he looks down, clearly feeling bad. âI just had to apologise, I told Y/N about how I felt and that was inappropriate and stupid of me when sheâs with yââ
âWeâre not together.â
Lawrence looks up and at the same time, your eyes snap to Jungkook.Â
If you thought him saying that was harsh, the blank way in which he says it hurts even more.Â
âWe never were,â Jungkook says. âY/N just agreed to help me out by pretending to be my girlfriend because my ex is on this trip.âÂ
Lawrenceâs face changes from confusion to surprise to realisation within a few seconds. But youâre not looking at him.Â
Your focus is solely on Jungkook. You canât clearly describe what emotions youâre feeling. Thereâs a bit of everything â it hurts, thatâs for sure, but youâre also angry at him for so rashly telling Lawrence and you canât help but feel betrayed.Â
Pretending to date Jungkook has been nothing but easy for you and these past few days have taught you itâs because thereâs probably a huge part of you that wants this. For Jungkook to just end it so suddenly makes you feel like he doesnât want you the same way you want him.Â
You wonder if itâs naive to think he wants you back, but you do. Alex has told you countless times, heck all the Cirillo siblings have made a remark or something about Jungkook and you at least once every time youâve met. Even Lawrence has seen it apparently. Though, none of this necessarily means itâs true.Â
With the silence in the room, Jungkook looks at you. He holds little emotion in his face but the way his lips are pursed tightly tells you heâs holding back something.Â
âUh,â Lawrence glances between you both, âIâm gonna go. Sorry again for everything,â he adds in a mutter. He closes the door as he leaves and youâre left alone with Jungkook.Â
âWhy would you do that?â you ask as soon as the door clicks.Â
âBecause he likes you. Iâm not gonna stand in the way of that.â
Your expression falters. Fuck, itâs been a long time since you last wanted to cry but youâll be damned if you let him see you. Steeling yourself, your jaw clenches.
Despite your best efforts, of course, Jungkook still notices. His own steely expression softens and he almost says something but then stops. For a second, you think he might apologise and even tell you something you want to hear. But he doesnât.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do?â Jungkook asks softly.
Thereâs a hundred other things he could do but he chose this â even after youâve told him how you feel about Lawrence.Â
âFine,â you flare. âTell everyone.â Without another glance at him, you walk past him to the bathroom and slam the door shut.Â

Itâs only after a quick shower and some much needed TLC, that you come out of the bathroom.Â
Truthfully, you didnât expect Jungkook to still be in the cabin, but it doesnât make the feeling in your chest go away when you see heâs not there.Â
Thereâs so many questions going round and round in your head that it hurts. You trudge across the room, slipping into the bed and finding solace with the comfort of your silk sheets that still smell of Jungkook.Â
Everything Alex said to you at the start of this trip keeps replaying in your mind â you want it to be true, and sure most of the time it feels true too. But with the way this past hour has gone, you canât help but doubt it.Â
If Jungkook really liked you, he wouldnât have told Lawrence the truth, would he? It doesnât make sense, why would he? He shouldâve wanted to have kept it up the same way you do. Pretending to date Jungkook is as close as youâre getting to the real thing and thatâs something that youâre sure that you want.Â
Now though, you donât even have that.Â
Itâs not exactly something you can blame Jungkook for. There was no reason for him to keep it up, especially if you havenât told him why you want to.Â
Maybe you should tell him now though?
No. Thatâs too scary. Sure, you want him to know, but the idea of him not feeling the same way is way worse than anything else. Plus, what if he starts to feel uncomfortable around you, you wouldnât be able to live with yourself if he felt that way.Â
Releasing a heavy sigh, you sink further into the bed and close your eyes.Â
You shouldnât say or do anything else until things go back to normal. Thatâs the best thing to do.Â
With your mind made up, you try to fall asleep but it proves to be more difficult than normal. With every minute that passes, you wonder where Jungkook is and what heâs doing. Itâs only been 15 minutes but youâre already deciding whether or not you should message him.Â
Itâs always been like this with Jungkook â your arguments never usually last longer than a day and most times you settle them straight away.Â
This feels different.Â
The sound of the door clicking open simultaneously relaxes you and raises your heart rate.Â
As Jungkook makes his way across the room, your heart decides to do all kinds of acrobatics. Inwardly, you curse at yourself for not realising your feelings sooner.Â
You can hear the sound of his shirt being pulled off as he changes into his pyjamas. A moment later, heâs carefully moving the covers back on his side of the bed as he gets in slowly so as not to wake you.Â
Moments pass in silence and you wonder if heâs fallen asleep, but thenâŠ
âY/N?â His voice is barely above a whisper and just like that, your heart jumps again.Â
Instead of responding, you turn around to lie on your back. As you lower your hands to your side, you accidentally brush his hand. Reflexively, you move your hand to rest on your stomach instead.Â
Noticing this, Jungkook turns to look at you. Youâre sure he canât see you very well in the dark but with the white of the shipâs exterior safety lights coming in from the gaps in the shutters, itâs still easy to see fairly well.Â
For a brief moment, he doesnât say anything and you donât turn to look at him. Then, he looks back up at the ceiling too.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says, sounding deflated.
It hurts you to know heâs feeling bad about something that isnât even his fault. If it wasnât for the way youâre feeling, you wouldnât care about him telling Lawrence and you wouldnât have argued with him for him to be apologising now.
âItâs okay,â you respond quietly, finding it too hard to find the words to say anything else.
âNo, itâs not,â Jungkook sighs. âI shouldnât have done that without asking you, especially since I made you do it in the first place. This whole thing was stupid, I shouldnât have let it happen.â
âYou didnât make me do anything,â you mumble as his last words play over in your head â this whole thing was stupid. âIt was Alex.â Does he really think it was stupid? It never felt stupid to you, it just felt right.Â
âYeah, but itâs because of me it happened and I could've stopped it.â
âI didnât mindâŠâÂ
You feel lame saying it because the real reason you didnât mind is because it was the closest youâd get to dating Jungkook, but you say it because you donât want him to feel bad about any of it.
âI know,â he says softly in understanding. âI think itâs just best to tell everyone it wasnât real.â
You havenât experienced anything like this before â thereâs a heavy feeling in your chest trying to fight its way out. Itâs causing the lump in your throat and you canât tell if you want to cry or just tell him the truth right here, right now.Â
But you donât. âOkay,â is all you say.
He must hear something in your voice â heâs attuned to every frequency of yours and the emotion that comes with it, just as you are with him. You know how sad you sounded just then and undoubtedly heâs picked up on it.
He looks at you, trying to analyse your features in the dark. Then, his hand moves and you feel his palm closing around yours, pulling your hand between your bodies to rest on the bed with your fingers intertwined. âAgain, Iâm sorry.â
Youâre looking at him too now. Have his hands always felt this warm? Have they always fit into your own so perfectly?Â
âI know, itâs okay,â you answer, still fighting that feeling in your chest.
His brows knit together. âYou promise?â
âI promise.â
Gently, he squeezes your hand and his features relax.
That feeling in your throat pushes harder and you realise you want to tell him. Maybe itâs because itâs dark right now it seems easier to let the truth out, almost as though itâll stay a secret in the dark.Â
âAlso,â he says, voice suddenly softer, âfor what itâs worth, I think Lawrence is an amazing guy.â
All other thoughts come to a halt in your mind and you swallow hard. âWhy are you saying that?âÂ
Jungkook looks back up at the ceiling and when he talks, itâs a little quieter than before. âJust, I know how you used to feel about him and if he feels this way about you now, well, it could be good for you,â he adds with a shrug.Â
Youâre unable to mask the frustration in your voice. âI already told you,â you say, âIâm not interested in him.â
Jungkook looks at you again with his brows furrowed in concern. âI knowâŠâ he hesitates with a sigh, âI justâŠâÂ
âForget it,â you mutter, pulling your hand free from his. âIâm going to sleep.âÂ
Jungkook says nothing as you roll over with your back to him, and you say nothing else either.Â
The feeling in your chest has subsided but itâs been replaced with another feeling, more like an ache which youâre determined to sleep away.Â
It feels almost impossible as your thoughts stream endlessly through your mind, each and every one about Jungkook and the words that youâve left unsaid. But somehow, at some point, the thoughts slip away as the weariness of the day takes over and you finally fall asleep.Â

Itâs hot.Â
Jungkook pushes you hard against the wall, his thigh parting your legs as he grabs your waist tight. His breaths are heavy as his nose skims your neck, teasing you before he settles in the sweet spot behind your ear.Â
Youâre just about managing to hold yourself up though if it werenât for his grip on you, youâre sure your knees would give way.Â
Thereâs barely any material separating you from his thigh and youâre desperate for some friction down there. With your arms around his neck, you rock yourself against him to find some much needed relief.Â
Youâre moaning and Jungkook chuckles, a sweet deep sound that makes you want more, and he gives it to you as his hand slips between your legs.
Gosh itâs hot.

It is hot.Â
Thatâs the first thing that your barely conscious mind picks up on.Â
Itâs the middle of summerâyou donât know why you can feel the weight of the blanket on you. You dimly remember getting under it when you got into bed but normally you always stick a leg out or something before going to sleep.Â
You try to move your leg now to push it past the covers and out into the cool air, but it doesnât budge.Â
Something is in the way.Â
Still half asleep, you try again as you think itâs just the covers tucked under your leg â only now you realise thatâs not the cover, itâs another leg and itâs not yoursâŠ
You didnât realise something was missing when you were falling asleep a few hours ago. Why would you? You were completely preoccupied with other things to have remembered it.Â
Itâs now that you come to your senses and realise whatâs happened â you forgot the pillow.Â
You forgot the pillow as a physical boundary between Jungkook and you, and now the exact thing you wanted to avoid is happening.Â
Jungkookâs warmth surrounds you from everywhere. His breath is gentle and quiet by your neck, his chest close to your back and his legs are somehow tangled with yours. His arm is draped over your frame, hand resting comfortably by your stomach.Â
Whatâs most obvious to you though, is your ass tucked comfortably against him, no doubt right against his crotch.Â
Fuck. This is simultaneously a dream and a nightmare. It feels so good to be this close but you know itâs so wrong, especially after the actual dream you just had which given your situation now, explains why youâre still feeling so needy down south.Â
You try to shift slightly again but it doesnât work â Jungkook sighs softly in his sleep, leg moving to rest on top of yours.Â
Great. Now youâre actually stuck like this.Â
Eyes closing, you try to think of what to do but as you run it through your mind, you come to the conclusion to stay exactly as you are.Â
How bad can it be? With the sun shining through the cracks in the blind, you can tell itâs probably 10 am so all you have to do is pretend to fall asleep again, Jungkook will wake up very soon, heâll realise and then heâll just move away. Then itâll be as though nothing ever happened.Â
Besides, it really does feel so good to have him holding you like this. Sure, Jungkook hugs you a lot and in general is pretty affectionate with you but this. Having him softly breathing down your neck as he sleeps comfortably with you in his arms â itâs a feeling that satisfies something you never knew you needed.Â
The only problem is itâs more than a little difficult to fall asleep when you can feel the hard outline of his little friend down there. Fuck, life is really testing you right now and it really doesnât help that your pyjama bottoms are silk so you can feel a lot more of him than expected.Â
Groaning internally, you try to scoot away once more but it doesnât work. Not only that, you actually didnât just groan internally but out loud. You almost clap your hand over your mouth when you feel Jungkook shift behind you once before going still again.Â
Except this time, you canât feel his warm breath on you for a second⊠then it comes back, but this time itâs different. Youâve spent enough of your lifetime with Jungkook to know that he breathes heavily when he sleeps and right now, heâs no longer asleep.Â
Youâre not quite sure what comes over you, maybe itâs the heat getting to your head, or maybe youâre emboldened by the fact that Jungkook is awake and he hasnât moved away from you⊠ever so slightly, you push your hips back against Jungkookâs crotch.Â
A sharp intake of breath from behind you confirms exactly what you wanted to know.Â
You do it again and this time, Jungkook reciprocates in kind. You can feel him even better now and the hard outline of his dick pushing against you makes you let out the softest whine, barely audible but with Jungkook so close to you, thereâs no doubt he heard you.Â
Fuck. You feel almost dizzy and youâre certain that youâre not thinking clearly right now â this is Jungkook, your best friend⊠you try to remind yourself of that as you wait for him to do something more, but the only thing that repeats in your head is this is Jungkook. Jungkook, the man you love and adore so much and right now you can only think enough to know that whatever is happening right now, you want it.Â
With bated breath, you wait for what feels like an eternity but is probably only a few seconds, then Jungkookâs hand slides from across your stomach to hold your hip.
âY/N?âÂ
His sleepy voice so close sends a swirl of excitement through you.Â
âYes?â you answer in a breathy murmur.
âIâŠ,â he whispers, barely audible. His hand slides up your side, stopping below your breast.Â
You can tell heâs hesitating to move further so without hesitation, you roll your hips against him which elicits small moans of pleasure from both of you and in response, Jungkookâs hand begins to move again and youâre anticipating the feeling of his strong hands grabbing on to you where you want them so badâ
Knock knock knock knock knock. âSleepy heads, what time do you call this?!â
â Only to be interrupted by the one and only Alias.Â
Immediately, Jungkook withdraws and moves faster than you can even process. Heâs out of bed and throwing on the closest hoodie just as you turn around, still catching on from whatever the hell just happened. Despite the dark lighting in the room, you can tell heâs flustered from the look on his face but goddamn he looks so cute with his messed hair and you could not be more annoyed about being interrupted right now.Â
He pauses, turning towards you and just as your eyes meet, thereâs the loud knocking again followed by Alias yelling whatever it is heâs saying.Â
Youâre more focused on how Jungkook is looking at you to comprehend anything else. In this split second, he looks like he has a thousand things to say but not a single thing comes out of his mouth exceptâŠ
âIâm sorry.â He says it so fast that in the seconds it takes you to realise what he just said, heâs already at the door letting Alias in.Â
âYouâre not even dressed,â Alias says the second the door opens and he sees Jungkook. âAnd youâre not even up,â he says as he sees you. Shaking his head, he walks over to the blinds, completely unaware of the tension that is still heavy in the room between Jungkook and you.Â
You glance at Jungkook again to see him looking at the floor but itâs as though he can sense your eyes on him because he looks up and your eyes meet for the second time. Youâre sure your expression must mirror his â flustered, somewhat guilty, but mostly just confused.Â
You know why youâre confused â in the last few days youâve come to the realisation that your feelings for your best friend are more than just platonic and this happening makes you wonder what the hell Jungkook is thinking⊠is he feeling the same way as you? God, you can only hope⊠Or is he repulsed by what heâs just done and is completely regretting it now?
âHonestly, Y/N, Iâm actually surprised that Iâm up before you,â Alias continues as he rolls up the blinds. âYouâre usually the responsible one. And Jungkook, you know we were supposed to meet at nine, itâs almost 11 now and weâll be arriving tomorrow morning and we were supposed to meet with Alex this morning to go through the plans for the weekend, did you forgetâ?â Alias pauses mid sentence, turning to look at you with a frown.Â
For a second, you think heâs caught on to everything, but thankfully, itâs not that.Â
âWhy do I sound like my parents?â He shudders, looking at Jungkook too. âI must be getting old.â
Both Jungkook and you laugh, albeit awkwardly. This, however, doesnât go unnoticed by Alias. His frown changes to something more curious as he looks between you.Â
You expect him to say something about it but he doesnât.Â
âWell, Jungkook, heâs still waiting to speak with you, heâs already briefed the other guys.â
âRight,â Jungkook nods, now avoiding your gaze as he grabs his clothes. âIâll just get ready, I wonât be long.â
âCool,â Alias says, taking a seat in the armchair by the window. âIâll wait for you then.â
As soon as Jungkook has disappeared into the bathroom, Alias turns to you. âDid you tell him?â he asks immediately.
Still slightly befuddled, you frown. âHuh?â
âLast night, you said you werenât gonna say anything about how you feel but why are you both acting so different?â
âOh.â All of last night comes back to you in an instant. Lawrence confessing, your conversation with Alias and everything else that happened with Jungkook after. âNo, I didnât,â you pause, brows knitting even further together before you look at Alias. âBut I think he might know anyway.â
Aliasâs brows shoot upwards. âWhat makes you think that?â
Because he was just feeling me up in bed and if you hadnât walked in it seemed like it would have gone further. Well, you absolutely canât say that.Â
âI donât know.âÂ
Frowning, Alias moves to sit at the end of the bed. âAre you okay?â He reaches forward and puts a hand on your knee.
âYeah,â you nood, smiling as you take his hand to reassure him. Youâre sure you must look like a bit of a mess, not only have you just gotten up but your mind and pulse is racing from what just happened with Jungkook â whatever it was. âCould you just give us a minute though?âÂ
âSure,â Alias answers, getting up right away. âJust text me if you need anything,â he says. âIâll be waiting on the deck for you guys.â He stops by the door, turning around. âBut Alex is still waiting for Jungkook too.â
âWe wonât be long,â you reassure him with a smile.
He nods once more before leaving the room.Â
Youâre left with only the noise of your thoughts and the shower running in the bathroom. You can feel your pulse racing as you push the covers back and get out of bed. It still feels so hot in here so you find the AC controller and blast the cool air to help calm yourself down as you try to process what just happened.
What did just happen? Were you and Jungkook really about to do something? Just thinking of it sends butterflies swirling down south but theyâre quickly sent off track when you ask yourself what on earth it means?
You know why you were okay with it all happening⊠if you didnât have feelings for him, you would never have let it happen, but you do, so you didnât stop it. Is it the same for Jungkook? The idea of Jungkook liking you is far from foreign â Alex has always been trying to tell you but you just never believed it⊠this, however, has you in two minds.Â
Or, thereâs also the other more plausible reason. Jungkook woke up and realised his hard dick was enjoying the fact that there was another warm female body in such close vicinity to him so naturally, he made his move and you didnât object so he went along with it. Youâve had your own small share of experiences with friends who you ended up doing more with without any feelings involved and so has Jungkook, maybe he just thought thatâs what this wasâŠÂ God, even just the thought of that hurts.Â
The bathroom door clicks open and your head snaps up.
Jungkook walks out still scruffing his hair dry with a towel. Heâs dressed casually for the day but he still looks as good as ever to you. He pauses after a few steps when he sees Alias has gone and slowly, he lowers the towel and looks at you.Â
You feel small because youâre so unsure of where you stand with him right now. Pressing your palms with your fingers, you try to relax and think clearly but itâs hard when your heart is pounding in your chest and wants nothing more than for him to confess he has the same feelings as you do.
Still, as you look at Jungkook, it seems like he feels small too. His fingers are squeezing the towel as he switches it between his hands and he hesitates, starting to say something before he stops.Â
You so badly want to say something, anything, but you have no idea what. How do you start? Can we talk about what just happened? Did you like it? Do you like me? Because I like you, a lot. Gosh, if only it was that damn easy.Â
âUm,â Jungkook starts but looks away from you. âIâm sorry about what happenedâŠâ He loosely points to the bed.
Startled, you just stand there for a moment. Heâs sorry?⊠âYouâre sorry?â you repeat.
âYeah, I, uh, I donât know what I was thinking.âÂ
âSo, you werenât thinking about what you were doingâŠ?â you echo, starting to feel like a stupid parrot. He regrets it, of course he does.
Jungkook blinks, somewhat confused but you donât blame him. Youâre asking for clarification for selfish reasons â you need to know if he thinks what just happened was a mistake because it was far from a mistake for you.Â
âNoâŠâ Jungkook hesitates, his face rounding as he looks at you. Youâre sure he can tell youâre upset by what heâs saying. âWere you?â he asks.
âNo.â Itâs not a lie â you really werenât thinking about what was happening, just that you enjoyed it.Â
As soon as you say it, youâre sure you see Jungkook deflate. Did he want me to say yes? No, that doesnât make sense, he said no first.Â
âRight, yeah.â He clears his throat as he fiddles with the towel again. âIâm sorry it happened, I wouldnât ever want to make you feel uncomfortable.â He says it with such sincerity that your chest tightens.
âI didnât feel uncomfortable.â The words come out before you can even stop them but you want him to know that, youâd hate for him to feel bad about something like this when itâs far from his fault that you let it happen just because you like him and wanted it to be something more.
Jungkookâs expression is the same as before, eyes rounding and thereâs that barely-there pout to his lips as he asks, âYou didnât?âÂ
âNo, I didnât.â Shit, what are you saying, Y/N? You can hear the blood rushing through your ears and you start to feel sick. âBut⊠it wasnât supposed to happen?â You mean for it to come out as a question but you have no clue if it did.
âI, no,â Jungkook clears his throat again and he nods. âIt was just a mistake then, it wonât happen again.â Now he looks away from you completely as he goes and puts the towel into the laundry basket.
Suddenly, you feel yourself on the verge of breaking. How can he be so composed right now when you feel like you simultaneously want to shout at him to tell him how much he means to you, and cry endlessly becauseâdoes he really not feel anything for you?
âAlias is waiting for you upstairs,â you say, walking past him to go into the bathroom. âIâll meet you later.â
You leave no time for him to respond but just before you close the door, you catch a glimpse of his confused doe eyes and just like that, your heart sinks again.

âCould it really be?â your dad pretends to rub his eyes, blinking a few times as his face morphs into a grin. âOur daughter is here to grace us with her presence, I donât believe it.â
Your mom laughs, gently patting your hand as you sit down between them.Â
âHa-ha, very funny dad,â you deadpan, throwing him a grumpy look.
âIâm only kidding, honey. Iâm just glad youâve decided to join us for lunch.â
âOf course,â you shrug. âIâll even make your plates, what do you want?â
Your dad throws your mom a look. âOur princess is spoiling us today.â
Rolling your eyes playfully, you head over to the buffet table to prepare two plates for your parents with everything you know they like. Just as you turn back to return to your table, you catch Jungkook watching you from across the balcony.
Heâs on a table with Alex, Sophia and a few others. Meeting your gaze, he gives a small smile before looking away. Gosh you never knew a smile could hurt so much.Â
Ignoring the pang in your chest, you return to your parents and slump into the seat.
âWhereâs yours?â your dad asks, already reaching for a sandwich.Â
âIâm not that hungry,â you mumble, taking a strawberry and biting into it.Â
Not so slyly, your parents exchange glances. They choose to say nothing for the moment, making small talk as they enjoy their lunch.Â
Once your dad is on his second cup of coffee, your mum takes your hand and squeezes gently. Looking up, you take comfort in the smile you see on her face. You know that both your parents are aware that thereâs something on your mind â itâs why youâve chosen to sit silently in their company while they have their own light hearted conversation. You also know that their advice is usually unparalleled to anyone elseâs and right now, you could really do with some of their wise words.
âIs there anything you want to eat, honey?â your mom asks.
âThe fruit is fine,â you answer quietly.
In response, your dad piles all the fruit into the plate in front of you while your mother gently continues probing.
âYouâve lost your appetite then⊠that usually happens for a reason, hm?â
You donât say anything and she continues.Â
âWould it have anything to do with Jungkook?â
The rounded eyes you give your mom must give it away immediately as she lets out a small sigh.
âHow could you tell?â you ask.Â
âHe came down ten minutes before you,â your dad answers, âhe normally always waits for you. Not to mention the funny look you gave each other just a little while ago.â
Sighing, you slump further into your seat. âWe got into an argument last night,â you admit, feeling like a five year old again.Â
It seems so stupid to say out loud, especially because you donât think you can bring yourself to reveal the real reason the argument feels as bad as it does â the reason being your feelings for him â but you donât really care about feeling like a kid when itâs your parents. Theyâre the only people you can be this vulnerable with and at times like this, you want their comfort and company the most. You would love to tell them the whole story but thereâs no way youâre telling them what just happened this morning so you go with everything else.
âIt wouldnât be the first,â your mom says, still holding your hand as she takes it into her lap.
âNo, but this felt differentâŠâ
Your mom hums, gently playing with the bracelet on your wrist. Neither she nor your dad say anything, waiting for you to continue on your own.
Closing your eyes, you let out part of the truth. âLawrence told me he likes me.â
Your momâs fingers pause briefly before she continues twisting the charms between her fingers. Looking up, you catch your parents exchanging glances, most definitely surprised but theyâre subtle about it.Â
âHe told me last night and I made it clear it wouldnât work⊠but I think it looked different to Jungkook and he just kept telling me I should give Lawrence a chance even though I told him I donât want to.â
âThatâs what you argued about?â your dad asks.Â
âMhm.âÂ
âLawrence telling you thatâŠâ your dad pauses momentarily before continuing, âhow did it make you feel?âÂ
âIt was weird,â you admit. âI used to have a big crush on him.âÂ
âOh, we know,â your mom says with a smile.Â
Despite it being in the past, it still feels so embarrassing â you were such a wide eyed 16 year old with a fat school crush that even your parents noticed.Â
âBut I donât now,â you mumble, cheeks warming as you keep your head lowered. âI told him that and I guess I felt kinda bad too. Itâs been a while since we left school.â
Your father hums in agreement. âThatâs a long time to like someone,â he says, head cocking as he looks at you knowingly.Â
âI know.âÂ
Squeezing your hand, your mom takes over. âAnd what about Jungkook?â
âWell, when I told him, he was insisting I should give it a try.â
âThat doesnât seem like such a bad thing to suggest,â your dad shrugs. âIâd say the same thing, after all, you said it yourself that you liked him before and Lawrence is a good guy.â
âYeah but I donât now,â you reiterate. âI thought Jungkook would know that.â
âYouâve been single since you left college, Y/N, thereâs absolutely no reason for him to think your heart is elsewhereâŠâ he pauses, patting your leg, âunless you tell him.â
âHuh?â You look at your dad but heâs already looked away, a smirk on his face as he takes a sip of his coffee.Â
âI, what would IâŠ?â you sputter, looking at your mom and seeing the smile on her face, you fall quiet.Â
So much for trying to keep this a secret â if your parents know then you wonder if anyone else knows. Although, of course no one else knows you as much as your parents and here they are telling you to tell Jungkook how you really feel but itâs still so nerve wracking to you.Â
Thereâs so many times you can think of that would make you think he likes you as much as you like him, but then thereâs also that voice of reason in your head that tells you youâre reading into it too much. Jungkook doesnât like you romantically as much as you wish he would.Â
Chin lifting, you get up. âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you say, âbut thanks for the chat,â you smile, giving a quick kiss on the cheek to both of them.Â
âDarling, youâll regret it if you donât,â your dad says as youâre walking off.Â
âNo idea what you mean,â you call out with an airy wave of your hand.Â
Walking across the length of the deck, you steal a glance in the direction of Jungkook only to see heâs no longer there. Looking around, you canât see him anywhere. Resigned, you find an empty table thatâs out of sight from everyone you know and slump into the chair to be alone with your thoughts.Â
No one knows you better than your parents, not even Jungkook and if theyâre telling you to tell him then you canât argue that thereâs a big part of you that agrees and even wants to tell him. How would it feel to have Jungkook as yours? Sure, you have him more than anyone else right now â you share everything together, the good stuff, the bad stuff, and all the days in betweenâŠÂ
Itâs something youâll forever be grateful for because if you canât have all of Jungkook then youâll take the little things whenever you can. Still though, you know itâs not the same when all you are to him is a best friend; his response to what happened this morning completely confirmed that to you. In some ways, it hurts more than anything else knowing that as his best friend, youâll be there when he eventually does find someone to call his own and fuck, even just the thought of that hurts like a bitch.Â
Who knows if youâd even still be friends when that happens? Itâs only natural that he and whoever he chooses would become closer than ever and youâll just be that childhood friend considered to be like a sisterâŠ
âYouâre moping.â
Turning around, you see Alex standing with his hands on his hips.Â
âAnd youâre interrupting,â you grumble, slumping back into the seat.
âNope, come on, Iâm not having this,â he says, coming right behind you and holding your head to look up at him. âThe wedding is in three days and you are not going to spend it like this.â
âIâll be fine for the wedding, I promise.â
Narrowing his eyes, Alex lets go and sits down next to you. âWhat about tomorrow?â
Tomorrow night is Thaliaâs hen night and Alexâs stag night. The cruise will arrive at Porto Cheli around dawn tomorrow and most guests will be escorted to various villas rented out by the Cirilloâs. Meanwhile, you and a few close others, including Jungkook, will be arriving at the Cirillo family home. A grand estate which given its enormous size, will accommodate the tradition of keeping the bride and groom parties separate until the wedding on Saturday afternoon.
Thalia has never been much of a party-goer so sheâs choosing to keep things simple with a fine dining evening although youâre sure Sophia has planned for strippers and booze to appear at some point during the night.Â
âIâll be fine,â you repeat, plastering on a smile.
âI know you can fake it for everyone else but I actually want you to have a good time, Y/N,â he says, putting his arm around you.
Your smile turns into a genuine one. âI will, of course I will, itâs your wedding weekend and Iâm so happy for you.â
Alex grins. âThanks, I know you are.â He lets go and turns his chair to face you. âBut I also know that youâre not talking to Jungkook right now, which means both of you will be moping until you make up.â
Of course he knows, you think. Well, he doesnât know about this morning and you donât know if you can bring yourself to tell him, it feels rather embarrassing for you. âAlias told you?â
âHe told Sophia, she told Thalia and Thalia told me,â Alex shrugs.
Itâs not like you expected it to stay a secret between your friends. Whenever Jungkook and you arenât talking, itâs usually pretty obvious to everyone around you, especially your friends.Â
âWanna talk about it?â Alex offers.
âNot really.â Talking to your parents was enough and you already know what Alex is going to say. âYou probably think I should just be completely honest about how I feel, right?â
Alex shrugs again. âYeah, although he shouldâve been upfront about it first.â
Surprised, you look up at him and he continues.
âI know I've been telling you for ages that heâs whipped for you, but this kind of proves it, donât you think?â Alex glances at you, eyes creasing in the corners as he hides a smug smirk. âThereâs only one reason he reacted to Lawrence the way he did.â
It makes sense, but it also doesnât â Jungkook purely couldâve been pushing you to be with Lawrence as a friend who just wants to see you happy. Youâd hate to think itâs for the former reason, only to realise youâve terribly misinterpreted the situation and end up stupidly admitting your feelings to Jungkook when he cares for you only as a friend. âIt doesnât really,â you say, trying harder to convince yourself than Alex. âI mean, he probably just didnât want me to waste the opportunity.â
âHa!â Alex scoffs. âWaste the opportunity.â He gives you a look. âCome on, Y/N, why are you fighting every reason that you have to try?â
âItâs not a reason,â you counter. âWeâve gotten into one argument and I donât think me saying I have feelings for him will change anythingââ
âSo you do.â
âWhat?âÂ
You look back at Alex and see his eyes wide and heâs not even hiding his smile anymore.Â
âYou do like him,â he repeats.
âI, whatâŠ?â Suddenly, you realise you just said it out loud. Opening your mouth, youâre about to try to cover it up somehow but itâs too late.
âI knew it,â Alex laughs, seeming way too ecstatic considering how shit you feel. âThis is gold, Y/N, this is it, Iâve always known Jungkook liked you but you liking him too, itâs perfect!â
âShh,â you hush him suddenly, grabbing his hands as you look around in a panic. âAlex shut up, someoneâs gonna hear you.â
âThe whole world should know, Y/N,â he laughs happily again. Looking at you, he cups your face in his hands. âIâve been waiting for this for so long, you need to tell him, Y/N, please!â
The thought of telling Jungkook is terrifying to you, even more so now that Alex is saying it out loud and someone could possibly hear.Â
With your expression split between worry and confusion, Alexâs smile fades a little but not completely. âY/N, this is good, whatâs wrong?â
For the first time, you let yourself say the truth out loud. âWhat if he doesnât feel the same way?â
Alex sighs, his smile softening. âThereâs only one way youâll find out.
Now itâs you who scoffs, pulling away from him. âYeah, right.â
âI am right,â he insists.
Sighing, you look at him. Itâs so hard to hear Alex tell you that Jungkook likes you when youc an only think otherwise after this morning⊠âSomething happened,â you start, watching Alex carefully.
For a second he still smiles but when he sees the worry lining your face, his expression mirrors yours as his smile fades. âOkay⊠you wanna talk about it?â
You quickly glance around to make sure no one can hear. âYou promise you wonât tell anyone,â you say, ânot even Alias or Sophia or Thaââ you cut yourself off. Asking Alex not to tell his soon to be wife is like asking him to cut off his hand, you already know that since he couldnât even keep Sophiaâs birthday present to her secret. âFine, only Thalia.â
âAppreciate it,â Alex nods.
âMhm, wellâŠâ You tell him briefly what happened this morning, sparing him the details but telling him every word of what was spoken after and he listens carefully, not interrupting you once.Â
You chose to tell Alex because heâs the one who has always been so sure of Jungkookâs feelings for you, not Alias, nor Sophia, or even Thalia. Sure, the others have hinted at it but only Alex has ever paid attention to everything between Jungkook and you so if anyone knows the whole story and can give you the best advice, itâs him. So, it feels a little alarming to you when once youâre done, he still doesnât say anything for a moment.
Then, he purses his lips, grimacing before he finally speaks. âHonestly, thatâs a bit confusing. If there ever was a way to confess, this was the perfect window to do it.â
For what feels like the umpteenth time today, your heart sinks. âThatâs what I thought.â
âBut,â Alex says very surely, taking your hand, âit doesnât change every single other thing heâs ever done to show he likes you, and letâs be real, heâs probably just worried that you wonât feel the same.â
Itâs what you want to hear but itâs still so hard to accept it because what if itâs not true and you make a fool of yourself in front of Jungkook.
âI wish that were true,â you mumble. âBut I donât think I can keep holding onto hope when it hurts like this.â
Alex squeezes your hand. âY/N, we know Jungkook, he doesnât exactly play with anyoneâs feelings and I absolutely donât think he would start something physical with you unless he was feeling it emotionally too.â
âI know, but what if itâs just because he was horny.â Youâre still mumbling, cheeks going warm as you say it.Â
âLook, I think thereâs a lot of guys who would sleep with their best friends if they had the chance,â Alex says, âbut Jungkook isnât one of them, he never has been.â
Thinking about it, you realise heâs right. Jungkook wouldnât. Thereâs been way more chances in the past for him to have done things with you and youâre pretty sure thereâs even been times where you drunkenly made a few moves on him but he never did anything himself.
âStill, I donât know.â
âOh, come on, Y/N,â Alex says encouragingly, âhow long have I been telling you he likes you? I havenât been saying it for no reason.â
âBut you have no concrete proof either.â
âJust take a chance, be brave and then youâll see I was right,â Alex says, raising a brow.
Glancing at him, you chuckle. âThis is coming from the guy who had to get drunk to say I love you to the love of his life for the first time.â
Alex smiles and leans back in his seat as he gestures around him. âIt worked didnât it? Look at me now.â
Well, he got you there. Plus, you canât deny the big part of you that believes it. Jungkook and your friendship does feel more than friends sometimes and you know itâs not all in your head. This morning seemed to confirm that too.
Narrowing your eyes at Alex, you turn away to face the horizon. âDonât say anything to anyone, but Iâll think about it.â
âYes,â Alex laughs, hugging you. âIâll keep my mouth shut,â he says, sounding so excited. âYou wonât regret this.â
Laughing, you pull him into your side. âYou could start now, half the deck can hear you.â
âSorry,â he grins, squeezing you.Â
Maybe heâs right, maybe you wonât regret it.Â

Jungkook comes to a stop at the end of the balcony to watch the sun set behind the sea. Itâs been a long day with Alex asking his groomsmen to assist him in all things wedding related and then Alias needed help sorting out the entertainment for tomorrow.
Jungkook hasnât seen you since lunch. He went back to the cabin while you had lunch with your parents since he didnât want to make it awkward for you when you eventually came up to finish packing and since then he hasnât seen you as youâve been with the girls all day.Â
Truthfully, after this morning, he doesnât think he can bear to see you just yet. He feels like a coward. Not only has he probably ruined his friendship with you, but he also canât help but feel like heâs hurt you. You looked so timid as you stood across the cabin from him and a part of him felt like you wanted him to say something other than what he said. If only he was 100% sure itâs what you wanted, Jungkoook would shout it for the whole world to hear, but what if itâs not and he really does ruin everything between you. Besides, you called it a mistake. Thatâs all Jungkook can remind himself of as it takes everything in him not to tell you he wishes that there was something more between you.
âWhy the long face, Kookie?â
The voice comes from behind him but Jungkook doesnât have to be looking to know who it is.Â
Valentina appears beside him and leans on the balcony too. She doesnât even look at him but just watches the horizon ahead as Jungkook was. âTrouble in paradise, huh?â
Jungkook frowns. Of course thatâs the first thing she would think of. âNot really,â he mutters.Â
As much as he wishes it was paradise between you and him, it wasnât, none of it was real
and what he finds worse is that he couldnât even keep up a fake relationship with you â he completely blew it.
âSo what then? They didnât have your favourite bagel for breakfast this morning?â She laughs lightly.Â
However, Jungkook internally scowls. Itâs annoying that she actually knows him rather well despite the finer details of their ârelationshipâ. âNo offence, Val, but I really just wanna be alone right now.âÂ
Thereâs harsher things he couldâve said, particularly naming her as the least desirable companion right now, but even without that, Valentina seems to get the message from his tone alone.Â
The humour in her expression disappears leaving only a small poignant smile.Â
Not expecting such a quick retreat from her, Jungkook immediately regrets his harsh tone but at the same time, he really is not in the mood for Valentina and her usual antics today.Â
She doesnât move an inch though. With a small sigh she turns and faces the horizon just as Jungkook was.Â
Jungkook does the same; although heâd rather be left alone, heâs definitely not about to make it known again, especially since he now feels a bit bad.
âItâs always been her, hasnât it?â
For a moment, Jungkook is completely thrown. Multiple thoughts run through his head â What? Valentina knows? How long has she known? Was it from when he was with her? Was he really always in love with you even while he was seeing other people? That must make him a complete dick, right? Has he always made it so painfully obvious that heâs in love with you?
His hesitation seems to give Valentina the answer she was looking for.
She glances at him and smiles before looking away again. âIâm not surprised really, I knew it from when I first met you, I guess itâs my fault for putting us both through everything we went through, it was damned from the start.â
âThatâs not your fault,â Jungkook says, the guilt festering.
Valentina just shrugs. âItâs over now, no reason to care.â She says it meaninglessly but Jungkook can only hope she means it.
âSo why the long face then?â she repeats, looking at him. âSheâs yours, go be with her.â
âItâs not that simple.âÂ
Valentina laughs, bumping her shoulder into him. âYeah, youâre right. Pretending to date someone youâre secretly in love with is never simple.â
For the second time, Jungkook looks at her stunned. âHow did youâŠ?â
She shrugs, still sporting an amused smile. âI know you think Iâm stupid, Jungkook, just a head in the clouds rich bitch like everyone else does, but Iâve gotten this far, havenât I?â
âThatâs not true,â Jungkook corrects her immediately. Sure, Valentina has her unbearable moments and more often than not, she plays dumb and innocent, but Jungkook knows that sheâs more than that. âI wouldnât have dated you if I thought that.â
âDonât worry, Kookie, you donât have to try to make me feel better, I really couldnât care less about it. Now, back to the main issue here, you need to grow a pair and tell Y/N how you feel about her,â she says bluntly.
Sheâs not wrong, Jungkook thinks. âItâs just not that simple,â he sighs, turning away from her. It feels odd to be having this conversation with Valentina and despite her honesty just now, he doesnât really feel like opening up to her.
âWhatâs complicated about it? You like her and she likes you.â
âWe donât know that.â
âYou honestly think she doesnât like you?â she asks, sounding surprised.
Hesitating, Jungkook eventually shrugs. âSometimes I think soâŠâ Itâs true, sometimes Jungkook really feels so sure that you feel the same way, but then something always happens that changes things. He thinks of Lawrence â you liked him for so long and although Jungkook doesnât know the extent of it, you always had this schoolgirl crush on him, even whilst you were with Alex. âBut I donât think she does.â
Valentina looks at Jungkook like heâs stupid and heâs vaguely reminded of why they never worked out. âWell, you can keep thinking that but itâs kind of obvious she does.â
Saying nothing, Jungkook looks out at the horizon again, leaning his forearms into the balcony. The sun is almost fully set marking the last day of the cruise. Theyâll soon be arriving at Porto Cheli and itâll be even harder to spend time with you once the bride and groom parties are separated. He wants to talk to you and to make things okay between you again, but he knows that heâs upset you and although itâs confusing him, he wants to give you space.Â
Valentina sighs, nudging him. âJust talk to her, you donât want to regret it later on,â she says, straightening up as her usual flamboyance returns. âYou know if it doesnât work out, Iâll always be here for you Kookie pie,â she almost coos, making Jungkook laugh and cringe at the same time. As ditzy as she may act sometimes, Valentina is more smart than Jungkook ever gave her credit for.
She grins, winking at him before she waltzes off like the conversation never happened.

The cabin is dark when you finally return to your room. Itâs well past midnight and you expect Jungkook to be here but as your eyes quickly adjust, you can see the room is empty. As you walk in further, you see his suitcase standing packed and ready in the corner of the room.Â
Deflating, you trudge over to your own open suitcase on one side of the room. Youâre only half packed and youâd hoped Jungkook would still have his to do too so youâd have a chance to maybe talk to him, but it seems heâs already done it while you were busy with the girls. You wonder if he avoided you on purpose.
Pushing this thought quickly out of your head, you press shuffle on your âsummer â23â playlist in an attempt to cheer yourself up while you finish packing. It doesnât really work but you at least keep your mind free from running rampant, instead singing along to some of your favourite tunes with no regards for your cabin neighbours, one of whom is Valentina and youâre more than certain sheâs not in her cabin because you last saw her walking out of the premium lounge with a tall, handsome stranger whose face you couldnât see and they went into an elevator going to the cabins on the other side of the ship, barely waiting to let the door close before locking lips.
Must be nice, you think sourly before shaking your head. Not cute, Y/N, you scold yourself. Although you donât blame yourself for having negative thoughts since you are on the short end of an unrequited love story with your best friend, youâd still rather not be bitter.
Almost three hours later, youâve packed everything, showered and are already dressed ready for the arrival at Porto Cheli soon. Youâve chosen a simple outfit, a sky blue linen co-ord with jewellery to match. Slipping into the comfiest sandals you own, you move your suitcase next to the door and grab your phone before heading out of the room. Itâs almost 5am so thereâs around an hour left until the ship docks at the port, marking the end of the cruise and the start of the busy wedding weekend. Most of you took a nap during the day, so deciding you wouldnât sleep tonight, they all agreed to meet one last time on the cruise.
Despite everything thatâs happened with Jungkook and the dampener itâs put on your mood, youâre still excited to celebrate Alexâs wedding. Not only is he dear to you, but youâre celebrating his marriage with so many of the people you love the most, making this whole trip special. It would be perfect if you could end it by fixing whatïżœïżœïżœs happened with Jungkook but you feel like youâve already made yourself so vulnerable to him and nothing came out of it.
Itâs quiet and dark in the hallways as you make your way out to the pool on the top deck. It reminds you of the nights you were sneaking out with Jungkook to meet the other guys for whatever stupid stuff you were getting up to. It makes you miss him now and you subconsciously walk a little faster in anticipation of seeing him now as you all gather for the last time.
You can hear your friends before you see them and you smile at the sound of Aliasâ laughter as you climb the steps to the deck. Youâre certain any patrolling staff would have heard and theyâre either being nice enough to let you all off, or Alias tipped them enough to keep quiet.Â
Thereâs a bunch of familiar faces hanging around all together, all friends of either Alex, Thalia, Sophia or Alias. You smile at a few as you make your way over to Sophia, Thalia and a few others.Â
The girls greet you warmly as you approach and Sophia hands you a drink as soon as you arrive. You take it and immediately take a sip. You werenât planning on having anything to drink but one wonât hurt. Thereâs an excited buzz in the air, the same you felt on the first day of cruise but this feels special. The sun is rising on the horizon and youâre here with almost all of your best friends. Almost all of your best friends. Jungkook still isnât here but you try not to focus on it and just have a good time with your friends.Â
It works, so much so that youâre mid laughter when a familiar face joins the deck and makes their way over to you, but you donât quite realise until he pats your shoulder as the conversation progresses.Â
Turning around, your smile falters but doesnât disappear. âOh, hey.â
âHey.â Lawrence looks nervous, an emotion youâre not used to seeing on him.
You also werenât actually expecting to see him but youâre glad heâs here. Throughout everything, heâs still a friend and youâd hate to lose that relationship with him.
âHow are you?â You ask, smile widening. You havenât seen him since that night and youâd hate to think heâs been avoiding you when itâs the last thing youâd want.
âGood, thanks,â he nods. He seems to suddenly relax at your warm response. He glances at the group behind you and you turn too. No one is paying either of you any attention but Lawrence still asks for privacy. âDo you think we could talk?â he asks tentatively. âIâll make it quick, I promise.â
âOf course,â you nod, following him as he turns right away and walks to the furthest side of the deck where itâs quietest.Â
You stop when he does, taking a seat on the bench beside him. Itâs easy to see heâs nervous as he glances around quickly before looking down at the drink in his hand. You want to say something to make him feel better but you donât want to interrupt whatever it is he wants to say.
âHow have you, uh, how have you been?â He looks up, holding eye contact for barely a second before looking away again.
âGood,â you answer. Itâs not the truth but he doesnât need to know that.
He nods and takes a sip of his drink. You do the same and youâve just swallowed when he speaks again.
âIâm sorry for pulling you away from your friends, I just wanted to talk to you tonight before all the wedding stuff starts and I didnât know if Iâd get a chance.â
âThatâs okay, I donât mind.â You lean in a little so he looks at you and smile. âYouâre my friend too though,â you say, feeling the need to remind him.
His smile mirrors yours and he nods. âI kinda messed it up thoughâŠâ
You know this is of course what he wanted to talk to you about and although you donât think it needs to change anything between you, you know yourself how easily feelings can change a friendship. Not only that, but he deserves an explanation from you too since you did have feelings for him for a good chunk of your teen years and later, plus your conversation ended before it was supposed to that night when Alias and Jungkook appeared.
âNot really,â you shrug. âI think itâs just how we deal with it now, no?âÂ
âYeah, if youâre okay with that,â he agrees. âIâd like to.â
âOf course I am. And Iâm sorry too by the way.âÂ
Lawrence looks confused and you donât wait for him to say anything before continuing.
âI think it must have been confusing for you to be on the receiving end of my feelings for you while we were in college and maybe I even subconsciously made it seem like it after too.â
âAh,â Lawrence purses his lips. âWell I didnât really know.â
âI know, you said that before but I still feel like I need to say it. There may have been a few times I was coming off as more than friendly and that was wrong of me.â
Lawrenceâs silence serves as an answer.
âSo yeah, Iâm sorry too. I hope we can go back to how things were,â you say hesitantly.
âIt might be hard,â Lawrence responds honestly.Â
âI knowâŠâ your voice feels small. You know all too well how feelings can change a friendship. âBut weâll try?â You look at him and smile hopefully.
He nods. âOf course.âÂ
Youâre content with that. Of course you donât know the extent of his feelings for you so you hope it wonât be hard for him to move on â after all, the two of you mostly ever met up at family functions and dinners of the same sort. Itâs rare for Lawrence to have joined any of the outings with your friends. It was never his fault since his parents have always pushed for him to do more for their company, especially since he was an only child. Itâs something thatâs always made you more grateful for your own parents and their completely laid back and caring approach to your career, even all throughout school. The only thing they ever pushed for was your grades but they kept up that same effort in all areas of your life, even your extracurriculars. Sure, sometimes when you were growing up you felt the pressure but you always felt supported by them no matter what the final result was.
Lawrence has experienced the opposite of you to say it simply, and youâre sure that given time, heâll find the right person for him as he prioritises himself.
âThanks for talking to me though,â you say, âIâm glad you did.â
âMe too,â Lawrence says, taking another sip. âAt least now I donât have to avoid you all weekend long.â
You laugh, agreeing with him and soon enough, the conversation continues although it doesnât last longer than ten minutes with Lawrence excusing himself.
You stay seated at the bench as he leaves. You didnât realise you were concerned about your relationship with Lawrence but the relief and content youâre feeling now tells you as much. Youâre glad youâve cleared everything up with him, now if only you could get yourself to do the same with Jungkook.
Glancing around, you realise that he still hasnât appeared. He definitely would have known about it so you wonder why he hasnât turned up. Finishing your drink, you get up and head over to where Alias is sitting with his friends Kelce and Dillon.
âHey, Y/N,â they all say in unison when you come and sit beside them at the pool. Theyâre definitely a little tipsy and you donât need to see the cans beside them to know that. Their goofy smiles say it all.
âHey guys,â you chuckle, patting Kelceâs shoulder. âUm, have you guys seen Jungkook anywhere?âÂ
Alias immediately frowns but itâs Dillon who answers. âWe were with him a while ago at the lounge.â He looks at the other guys. âWhen was that? A couple of hours ago?â
Kelce looks at his phone. âYeah, it was around one.â
You went past the lounge at the same time, thatâs when you saw Valentina leaving with that guy⊠for a split second, your mind goes there â could it have been him? â No. Absolutely no. The idea is absurd. You feel stupid for even thinking that.
âYou havenât seen him since then, Y/N?â Alias asks.
âNo.â You ignore the seed of concern that settles in your stomach. Youâre certain heâs not with Valentina, but where is he?Â
âWe were gonna leave the lounge together but he stayed for another drink,â Alias tells you, seeming to share the same concern as you. âHe seemed like he wanted to be alone so we left him.â
âOh.â Itâs not like Jungkook to drink alone â if he does, heâs usually upset about something. âWell, thanks for telling me,â you mutter, getting up and leaving the group.
Alias, however, gets up with you. âHey,â he says, taking your arm. âYou want me to find him?â He looks you over and youâre sure the concern in his expression isnât solely for Jungkook.
âUmâŠâ you hesitate. You donât want to seem like a clingy best friend, especially not after what happened between you, but if Jungkook is drinking alone then heâs not feeling okay and you would normally be there for him. This time you feel like you canât be, but Alias can. However, you donât want to ask Alias to spend his night away from his friends and family.
Looking at him, you smile. âNo, itâs okay. Iâm sure heâs around somewhere.â
Alias doesnât seem convinced. âBut then he would be here.â
Heâs right. âOr maybe he was tired and went back to the cabin?â
âYou just said you havenât seen him since we did.â
Chewing on the inside of your lip, you shake your head. âI havenât.â
Sighing, Alias pulls out his phone. âIâll try calling him but if he doesnât get back to me in ten minutes weâll go look for him.â
âOkay,â you nod. âLet me know if he replies,â you say, thanking him too before going back to some of the girls.Â
Youâre not listening much to their conversation although you try to get involved to take your mind off of Jungkook.Â
It isnât until you receive a text from Alias with a screenshot that your nerves are put to rest.Â
[3:01] Me: hey man where r u?
[3:13] JK: hey sorry bro, I knocked out on the balcony.
[3:13] Me: oh okay, itâs all good just wanted to know where u were. Join us now? Weâre at the top pool deck.Â
[3.15] JK: Iâm just gonna check all my luggage is packed first. Will join later.
[3:15] Me: cool see u.Â
So heâs fine, he just fell asleep. You still want to see him but you know thatâs not going to happen unless you go down to the cabin room and you donât want to seem clingy so you donât. Instead, you turn your attention back to the conversation the girls are having and feel the excitement for the weekend to come.

Jungkook doesnât get drunk often and he had no plans of doing so the last night of the cruise either, and he most definitely did not expect to get drunk with your father of all peopleâŠ
âYou coming Jungkook?â
Looking up from his drink, Jungkook shook his head. âNah, Iâm just gonna hang here for a bit,â he said with a smile so as not to raise suspicions from the already watchful eye of Alias.Â
Still, Alias frowned. âYou sure?âÂ
âYeah, I still got a headache.â
âAlright, well text me if you need anything,â Alias said as he, Kelce and Dillon got up.Â
âGet well soon,â Kelce said as they took their leave.
âJoin us later, yeah?â Dillon added. Â
âYeah,â Jungkook nodded. âIâll catch you guys later.â
He watched as they walked out, trying to find the same excitement in him for the wedding as theyâre feeling but his head was full of other thoughts.Â
Sighing, he looked down at this drink again. Itâs true that he had a headache. He even chose not to have anything alcoholic, opting for a mocktail from the extensive drinks menu available at the lounge. Heâs not sure where it came from but he thought itâs most likely just because he couldnât stop his brain from thinking and the lack of sleep didnât help either.Â
Truthfully, he knew he was just moping. He knew what he had to do and he knew it before his conversation with Valentina. Although, the fact that she said it too just made Jungkook more aware of the truth.Â
The line between friendship and something more had always been blurry for Jungkook and the past few days only made him more sure of it â heâs in love with you and he always has been for as long as he can remember.Â
Every time the thought crossed Jungkookâs mind, it triggered the questions that come with it. How do I tell her? Does she feel the same way? Sheâll hate me. What if she hates me? I shouldnât do that to her? Whatâs worse, is that now it had come to the point that being with you was almost painful â not knowing if he could have more with you when all he had to do was confront his feelings, swallow his pride and be honest with you. Even if you didnât feel the same, it was the point at which he realised he would rather you hate him for admitting his feelings and ruining your friendship, than stay quiet and never know if he can have what heâs always wanted with you.
That said, it still felt so hard to do â he had a lot to lose.
Head lowered, Jungkook tried to figure out the best way to do this when he heard a familiar laugh somewhere behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Valentina walking with a tall, handsome man beside her. Jungkook had seen him around a few times but he wasnât sure if he was a part of the wedding party. Whoever he was, he sure knew how to make Valentina laugh; she was laughing as he put his arm around her and she raised her hand to hold his fingers loosely when she looked towards the bar. Making eye contact with Jungkook, she stopped and tilted her head.
Jungkook just smiled awkwardly and turned back around. He didnât want to seem like he was staring even though that was what he was doing but for no bad reason â he liked to see Valentina happy. Despite her shortcomings, deep down she always had good intentions for the most part and making her happy was something Jungkook couldnât do. However, he wouldâve been lying if he said seeing her like that didnât hurt â not because he was jealous of her, but because everyone around him seemed to be having such good luck in their love lives (whether thereâs feelings attached or not) and here he was, unable to find the words to tell his best friend he loves her. It sucked.
âAnd what are you doing here, may I ask?â
Hearing Valentinaâs voice so close to him all of a sudden startled Jungkook. He looked up, eyes wide. She stood with one hand on the bar and the other on her hip.Â
âUh, just getting a drink.â
Valentina rolled her eyes. âI spoke to you less than 12 hours ago, Jungkook, do you not remember anything?â
âI do,â he replied, glancing across at her date who seemed super unbothered as he waited for her a short distance away.
âThen why are you here?â
âI just needed to think some things over.â
âLike what?â
âJust things,â Jungkook said, feeling somewhat intimidated by how serious she was right now.
âYou know youâre just wasting time,â she said matter-of-factly.
âSheâs with everyone else right now, I donât want to ruin her evening,â Jungkook says defensively.
âI really donât think anything you say or do could ruin her evening.â
âWe donât know that.â
âWell, yeah but youâre not doing anything about it so how is that any better?â
She wasnât wrong but Jungkook was convinced he needed to give you time. âIâm just not ready yet,â he sighed.
Valentina sighed too. âFine,â she shrugged and turned back towards her date. âBut you donât need to think, Jungkook, you just need to do what needs to be done,â she added with a wave of her hand.
He knew she was right but why did it feel so hard?!Â
Getting the attention of the bartender, he ordered a much needed drink, downing it all almost as soon as it came before ordering a second. At least he wasnât a light weight. He knew this wouldnât help his headache but it wasnât like he was helping himself at all by sitting here and thinking endlessly. Endless thoughts of what could go right and wrong trailed through his mind, leaving him conflicted as he accepted that he wouldnât disturb your night with this.
Halfway through his drink, someone came and took a seat at the stool beside him despite there being space elsewhere. Looking across, he was more than surprised to see the last person he wouldâve expected to see here.
Lawrence only acknowledged Jungkook with a nod before ordering his own drink.Â
A multitude of emotions went through Jungkook at this particular moment starting with wanting to punch Lawrence in his perfect face, to feeling sorry for himself for being forced into this situation, then feeling sorry for Lawrence because he knew that he got the short end of the stick â at least Jungkook still has a strong friendship with you â and oddly, gratefulness because Jungkook knows what he needs to do now and without Lawrence, he wouldnât have been forced into it and who knows how long he wouldâve gone without telling you the truth (though he had yet to do it).Â
Saying nothing himself, Jungkook took another sip of his drink.
Lawrence, however, started a conversation. âYou not joining the others?â
âNah,â Jungkook answered quietly. He gave no reason but he didnât need to.Â
Lawrence nodded in understanding but said nothing else. His drink arrived and he stayed seated, sipping quietly beside Jungkook.Â
Jungkook really didnât care for conversation. He came to the bar for some peace and quiet so initiating a conversation is the last thing he wanted to do.
With all that said, Jungkookâs curiosity got the better of him.Â
âWhat about you?â He asked without even turning his head. âYouâre not gonna head up there?âÂ
Lawrence shook his head. âIâll head up a bit laterâ
Jungkook nodded, wondering if Lawrence would see you while he was there. He could ask him but that would open the doors to another conversation which he didnât really want to have. Â
Lawrence didnât owe him any apology since youâre not really his girlfriend. He did seem to cross a line considering he didnât know that at the time, but there was no reason for him to say it now.Â
Just when Jungkook took another sip of his drink, Lawrence put his glass down and looked toward Jungkook, sincerely.Â
âHey, man, Iâm really sorry for what I did.â
Although he harboured some slight resentment towards Lawrence for what happened, it immediately seemed to melt away in that moment. Their friendship extended well beyond the past few days and Jungkook has never been the type to hold a grudge, especially not when the other person is genuine.Â
âItâs cool,â he responded. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â
âI did.â
Jungkook only had to glance at Lawrence to see he looked guilty and felt bad about it. âI was selfish and I wanted to tell Y/N how I felt. I guess there was a part of me that wished she wasnât with you and that was completely fucked up.âÂ
âSheâs not with me though.âÂ
It came out slightly harsher than intended, carrying the weight of Jungkookâs own feelings. Lawrence went quiet and Jungkook continued, resigned.
âHonestly Iâd say youâve got a pretty good shot with her, Iâd go for it if I were you.â
âWhy donât you?â Lawnrence asked simply, without any curiosity or even peaked interest. His voice held more of a genuine want to help.Â
âWhat?â
âWhy donât you just go for it?â
Jungkook shook his head. âWeâre just friends.â
âI donât think itâs that simple.â
âNo offence Lawrence, but how would you know?â⊠Now that did come out slightly harsher than intended. âThe last time you even saw us was probably at Sophiaâs graduation and even then you were gonna way before the night ended.â
Completely understanding, Lawrence backed up. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, itâs fine.â Jungkook cooled off. âIâm sorry too. That came out wrong.â
âItâs alright.â Lawrence sat back in his chair, swirled his drink before taking three long sips to empty the glass.Â
âIt doesnât change anything though,â he said, getting up from his stool. âThereâs a point at which you can pass friendship and I donât think thereâs anything wrong with treading beyond that line.â He put a hand on Jungkookâs shoulder. âJust do it carefully.â
Jungkook stared at Lawrence but Lawrence didnât linger.Â
âAnyway, like I said, Iâm sorry for everything.â
Jungkook watched as he walked away, the words swimming in his befuddled mind.
Lawrence was right. There was a line and Jungkook knew he was straddling that fine line and perhaps now it was too late to step back. Instead, he should be brave and put everything out on that line. It was easy enough to think with liquid courage flowing through him, that and the fact that you werenât here right now. But maybe he should have taken advantage of the fact that he was feeling more confident now, he should find you, he found himself thinking. He should tell you heâs in love with you and then whatever happens next will happen. He canât control that and right now thereâs already a strain on the relationship that can only be fixed by the truth.Â
He should do it, he thought. The thought built up more and more, ushering Jungkook as he pushed himself off the bar stoolâ
âWhere you going, son? I just got here.â
A firm band on Jungkookâs shoulder pushed him back down, contrasting the loving tone with which he was spoken to.Â
Your dad took the seat which was previously occupied by Lawrence and Jungkook could only stare for a moment as he called the bartender and ordered two drinks. If it was anyone else, Jungkook wouldâve apologised and excused himself to carry out his plan of finding you, but with your dad it was simply not the case.Â
âYou like a gin and tonic right?â He asked, after ordering.Â
Jungkook wasnât particularly fond of it but he nodded. âYeah, thanks. â
âHow come youâre not with the others?â
Jungkook shrugged, hoping that your dad wouldnât be able to tell heâd already had a couple to drink. âI just wasnât feeling it.â
âAnd Y/N?â
Despite being the only thing on his mind for a while, the mention of you still threw him. âHuh?â
âIs she with the others?â Your dad asked coolly, reaching for some peanuts from the bowl in front of them.
âYeah, I think so,â Jungkook answered as nonchalantly as he could.Â
The bartender arrived with their drinks and your dad took his and sipped slowly in silence.Â
Jungkoon was not uncomfortable around your dad, not in the slightest. In fact, he seemed to have grown rather close to him over the years and appreciated the almost father-son bond they shared. Having spent much time with your family, there wasnât much he had yet to experience when it came to your dad, but this was something different. Heâd never been sat at a bar, just the two of them making small talk over drinks.Â
Jungkook knew your dad well enough to know that that wasnât the purpose of this. Your dad is just breaking the ice to another conversation⊠but what? Surely it had to be about you and that was the only reason Jungkook found his palms unusually sweaty.
After what mustâve been at least twenty more minutes of small talk about the weather and football, Jungkook had emptied his second glass.Â
Your dad laughed. âI forgot you can take your liquor, huh?âÂ
Before Jungkook could even respond, another drink had been ordered for him and Jungkook willed himself to drink this one slower, wary that he was already more than a few drinks in now though he was grateful that your dad was good at keeping upÂ
âSo, whatâs the real reason youâre not with the others?â Your dad asked, his own drink replaced with another as well.Â
Jungkook shrugged and answered honestly. âJust not in the mood to socialise. I think Iâd be a bit of a Debby downer so Iâd rather sit this one out.â
âThatâs selfless of you.â
âNot really, kind of selfish actually.â
Your dad nodded. âA bit of both then.â
Much to Jungkookâs surprise, your dad emptied his glass faster than Jungkook had and didnât hesitate to order another.Â
âAnything else for you?â he asked Jungkook.Â
âUh, sure.â Jungkook wasnât sure why he said yes but he did, ordering a whiskey instead.
Your dad pulled his phone out and sighed, muttering an apology about a work issue and Jungkook nodded, not minding in the slightest. But the issue must have been resolved quickly because he put the phone away only moments later.Â
âIt almost feels wrong to be drinking with you,â your dad said.Â
âWhy?â Jungkook asked, taking the smallest sip from his glass. âBecause Iâm younger than you?â
âPartly. Iâve known you since you were so young, itâs hard to believe how much youâve grown up.â Your dad smiled. âY/N too.â
Jungkook smiled. âIt has been a long time.â He thought back to the first day he first met your dad and you. He was a shy kid, hiding behind his mom and at the time, you were pretty shy at the time too. It was your mom who encouraged you to ask Jungkook if he wanted to read a book with you. He looked at his own mom for reassurance before shyly agreeing and following you to the reading corner in your playroom. By the end of the night your affinity for him had grown and that was the simple start to your long friendship with more ups and downs than Jungkook could count.
âBut at the same time it feels like nothing.â
Your dad raised his glass. âExactly,â he said, with an agreeing nod of his head. âA lifetime and nothing, both at once. I sometimes wish I could go back.â
âTo when we were young?â
âFurther back if I could,â he smiled. âMaybe a few years before Y/N was born. Just before I got married.â
âWhy then? Jungkook asked, curious. Heâd known your dad for so many years and theyâd had plenty of conversations about serious stuff and more light hearted stuff, but this was different. Heâd not spoken much about his relationship witn your mother, especially not when partially intoxicated. And while Jungkook had seen plenty of the love they shared, heâd not heard much about it except from you.
âWhen I first met Y/Nâs motherâgosh,â he sighed contentedly as though reliving the moment. âShe was like no one else Iâd ever met. She still is,â he added with a gentle chuckle. âThereâs no one else Iâd rather spend my days with. Iâd give everything I have to be with her. Every minute of every hour, always.â
The smile on your dads face grew, as did Jungkookâs.Â
âWe were young when we got married, you know?â
Jungkook nodded. âI know. 24 right?â
He nodded, the corners of his lips turning up further into a proud smile. âI didnât want to waste another day without the promise of having her by my side. My friends said I was mad, too young.â
Jungkook shakes his head, knowing how it felt to not want to be apart from someone he loved so dearly. âI donât think you were mad at all. You were in love.âÂ
Your dad turned, now masking the smile that was on his face as he looked at Jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eye that Jungkook hadnât seen before. âYou know it when you feel it. Thereâs no mistaking it.â
Jungkook knew that now. He felt it more than ever with you now. But more pressingly, Jungkook realised â your dad knew.Â
If it werenât for the drinks heâd had, Jungkook might have felt embarrassed.
In quiet admittance, Jungkook sighed. âI know.â
Your dad smiled. âYou shouldnât let this time get away from you, Jungkook. Youâre young with a life to live. Do it with love and without regrets.Â
Jungkook nodded, feeling a tumultuous swirl of emotions inside. âI will,â he said, feeling more certain now than he had before, but he knew his head wasnât in the right place to do this. First he ought to sober upâŠÂ
There was a gentle pat on his back from your dad. âGood.â He flagged the bartender down for what felt like too many times to Jungkook. âBut first another drink with me.â
âSure.â Jungkook felt his words slur slightly. Then the cogs in his brain which were turning a little slower raised a question in his mind. his eyes narrowed and he turned to your dad. âWait, is this a test?â
Your dad laughed. âIâve always liked you Jungkook.â
âMe too.â Jungkook smiled though he still looked wary.Â
âGood.â Your dad returned the smile with even more fondness. âAnd no, itâs not a test. Letâs drink.â
So Jungkook stayed.

note. how are you finding it? :) let me know xoxoxo link for part 3 here
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Something Crazy
Pairing: Michael Berzatto x F!Reader
Summary: On Natalie's wedding day, life takes an unexpected turn when you learn that your former crush, Michael, might be interested in you.
Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, P in V, Vanilla, Alcohol, Eating, Fluff, Crack, Pet Names, Kissing, Dancing.
Word Count: 4,6k
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Today is the big day for your best friend Natalie. She's marrying her long-time boyfriend, Pete, and you've come back to Chicago for only two days to celebrate this lifetime milestone with them.
They've picked a perfect Saturday in the middle of spring to celebrate their union. Flowers are in full bloom, gardens are lush green, wind has calmed, welcoming a balmy weather to allow having a wedding ceremony outdoors.
Bright Sun rays slip like gold ribbons through the sheer fabric of the curtains as you carefully hang Natalie's gown and remove the garment bag. It's a simple but stunning empire dress, strapless, with lace and pearls adorning the corset. Though you've never fantasized about your own wedding before, as your hand slides softly along the skirt, you can't help but imagine yourself as a giddy bride, wearing that same dress.
Tying the knot is not on top of your list right now. Settling with someone? That's more likely to happen. But there's nothing like being chosen as the maid of honor, especially if you're single, to find yourself trapped in that Disney daydream of getting to meet your prince charming and live happily ever after. Hopefully, that unwelcome, sudden longing will vanish after a few drinks at the reception. Until then, your top priority is making sure your best friend's special day is as magical as she planned.
You're in the designated dressing room of the hotel with the rest of the bride's party laughing, sipping rosé, telling stories while the beautician works against the clock, getting all four of you primped and ready.
While you help Natalie get into her dress, Gigi comes back with a tray of pastries to soak the alcohol before anyone gets too drunk.
âYou guys gotta see Mikey. He's so fucking hot I could die. I've never seen him all dressed up and clean like that,â she announces loudly, going around the room like a whirling handing croissants and muffins. âI swear to god his pants are so tight, itâs like looking into an x-ray photograph⊠you can see everything. And I mean everything,â Gigi stares at you, raising an eyebrow, while you stuff part of a croissant into your mouth.
âEw, that's my brother,â Natalie frowns in disgust.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you say after swallowing part of your pastry.
âShe's looking at you like that because, as we all recall, it was you who had a crush on him for the longest time,â the bride sharply indicates.
âShe's got a point, babe.â
âI was like fifteen,â your tone pitches a little higher, as if you were still that age. âWhy do you always have to bring that up?â
âCause let's be honest, you were hung up on him for way longer than you said, and your face still lights up every time you see him. Why can't you just admit you're still love-struck?â
You open your mouth to counter her accusation, but words refuse to come out. You can't even lie for dear life cause admittedly, as fucking annoying as they are, they're also right. Michael was one of those crushes that was hard to shake off. Your friends quickly jumped from one infatuation to another, but you pinned for Sugar's cooler, slightly older brother for longer than you should have. And that's probably the reason every time all your friends get together, they use that embarrassing piece of information to tease you. Even if you ever wanted to forget, they'll never let you.
The last time you saw Michael in person was a few weeks ago for only a few minutes when you came to help Natalie with the last details of the wedding and barely exchanged a couple of words. You moved to Detroit for work three years ago, and the few times you've come back here, you haven't crossed paths with him that often. The soon-to-be married couple also forgo the rehearsal dinner altogether to save money, so you didn't get a chance to see him before the ceremony.
âAll I'm saying is if you wanna take a stab at that, this is the perfect time. He's single, he has great hair, he's wearing a dope suit, and did I mention hot?â Gigi keeps cajoling. âHell, I'll hit that, If you don't. So better act fast.â
âHe always had great hair,â Samira agrees, downing the rest of her wine.
âAnd he asked about you the other day when I showed him the pics of our trip,â Sugar adds.
âOh,â you try not to sound too pleased, cause you doubt he ever paid any attention to you. Why would he start now?
âYeah, he was definitely checking you out, and loved that video of you at the karaoke bar,â Samira chimes in as she pours another glass.
âOkay, you're making that up. No more wine for you, missy,â you promptly snatch the bottle from your friend and put it away while they all laugh. âWait⊠he saw the video of me singing?â
âUh-hm.â
You file that information for later and once you are all dressed up, you hand Natalie a stunning bouquet of roses before leaving the room.
âThanks,â she grabs your arm for a second as Gigi and Samira head out. âSorry for making fun of you⊠again. You know we love you and that we just want the best for you.â
âI know,â you mumble timidly.
âSweetie, you don't need my permission, but if you wanted to ask Michael out, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He'd be lucky to have someone like you.â
âWhy are you telling me this now?â
âBecause⊠You've always been like a sister to me, and part of me wanted him to see how amazing you are, so I kept telling him about you. I showed him photos and videos, hoping that he would. And he did! He really loved that one of you vibing to TLC. Thought you were funny.â
âYou told him, didn't you?â
âI plead the fifth.â
âI'd stab you if you weren't about to get married,â your serious tone makes her snort.
âLook, youâre not dating anyone. Heâs not dating anyone⊠I could ask him if he's interested before Gigi swipes him up.â
âNat,â you sigh into a heavy pause, looking into her clear blue eyes. âWeâre not in school anymore, you donât have to play matchmaker. And it's your day! The last thing on my mind is hooking up with someone. Let alone your brother. So drop it.â
âJust saying. It could really be a wedding present for me if you two were toâŠâ you scowl at her, which makes her leave that thought unfinished.
âOkay, that's gross, letâs get you married, so I can kill you right after.â
âAlright, alright. I promise I wonât mention it again.â
In your lavender dress and matching heels, you wait for your cue as the wedding starts. The quartet starts playing. Once the officiant and the groom are in position, groomsmen, and bridesmaids walk down the aisle in pairs. You line up with the bridesmaids by the floral arch on the side of the bride in the lush garden and watch as Natalie walks down the aisle, escorted by both brothers, Carmen and Michael.
She looks radiant, but your stare darts slightly to your former crush. Heâs dressed in a dark suit and royal blue shirt, no tie. His fluffy hair pushed back, shining under the sun like black licorice. His features are sharply defined as usual, but there's definitely a certain glow around him that makes him look more handsome than you remember.
Credit where credit's due, Gigi was right. They all were. He still manages to stir those intense feelings and butterflies in your stomach that you thought gone when your eyes meet for a split second as they get closer to the altar. There's also a glimpse of a smile in his lips, directed at you. Or so it looks like. Maybe you're making it up in the chaotic mess that is your mind.
Carmy and Michael kiss either side of Natalie's face when they reach the altar, and then they take their seats on the first row as she stands face to face with Pete.
The quartet stops playing, the officiant starts speaking, and you aim your focus to the ceremony.
Once Natalie and Pete are pronounced husband and wife, there's a time dedicated to take a few pictures of the wedding party in that very same garden before losing the natural light.
Despite promising she was going to let it go, your now-married friend insists on making sure you and Michael end up in several pictures together.
âMmm⊠Marcus, is it?â you shake hands with him, pretending to have forgotten his name.
âMichael,â his grip is firm around your hand.
âOh, sorry, Mario. I have a terrible memory.â
âDon't be cute. I know you remember,â he scoffs, amused, linking one arm around your waist per the photographer's instructions.
You swallow, nervously placing your hand on his firm back, trying to keep your cool. As the photographer takes a series of snapshots, Michael starts humming a familiar song. No scrubs. The one you sang in that famous video your friends filmed.
You press your lips together, and pretend you're not hearing it. It seems like they've all been scheming together against you, or in your favor. You're not sure. You know Sugar wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, but this is getting ridiculous.
âSave me a dance later, would you?â he requests with a wink once the photoshoot session is over.
âI can't, Mitchell. I've already promised that to one of the groomsmen,â lie.
âYou're gonna keep that bit the rest of the day?â
You shrug your shoulders, âit's not up to me, Marley.â
âAlright, come find me when you grow up.â
He presses his lips in a tight smile and walks away, leaving you dwelling in that awkwardness that washes over you, and wondering if he's messing with you or if he's suddenly into you. Those are good questions that you can't leave unanswered. If there's a chance that Michael Berzatto likes you, and that's a big IF, you really need to find out. The ball is in your court now. The question is⊠Do you want to throw it back?
The party moves to the banquet room in the hotel. There's plenty of food, drinks, music, and people in the room, but none of it can't distract you from the presence of Michael. This isn't how you expected to spend the day of your friend's wedding. And it's really going to bother you if you don't at least try to have a nice conversation with him. This is probably your last chance, so right after your heartfelt toast, you wipe your tears, throw back some liquid courage to walk up to his table.
He's nursing a glass of scotch, watching people on the dance floor, when you quietly take the empty chair besides him.
âNo Richie today?â you break the ice.
âOh, you remember his name but not mine?â
âGet over yourself, Michael. You know, I always got a little awkward when I was nervous. And unfortunately, it still happens.â
âThink you're doing pretty good right now.â
âHad a little help,â you tilt your glass in his direction.
âWell, I'm glad you decided to join me,â he nods and points at the bar where Richie is conversing animatedly with your friend Gigi. âI had to convince Sugar to invite him. Hope he behaves for my sake.â
âOh no, you're a dead man. Nothing good is gonna come out of that.â
âHow so?â
âThey're both insane, divorced and desperate. That's a dangerous cocktail nobody wants to drink,â you point out.
âYeah, you're right. I guess I didn't really think it through.â
âYou're screwed, Berzatto,â you take a sip of your glass and turn your eyes from the bar to Michael. âYou know I was just joshing earlier, right? It surprised me that you were so⊠Direct.â
âMen aren't usually direct with you?â
âNo, I guess I havenât been very lucky in that department⊠Or maybe Iâm just a bitch with unreachable standards that scares away any potential suitors.â
âThat would explain a lot.â
âGee, thanks!â
âIâm kidding. Iâm sure your standards are reasonable. And I donât think youâre a bitch if that helps.â
âYet youâre wondering why I came here alone?â
âNot really. I didn't bring a date, either.â
âYeah? Why is that?â
âI dunno. Maybe I have really high standards, too,â he winks casually at you, knocking you out of your game.
You should have come prepared for this, but you never thought in a million years that Michael Berzatto would ever show any interest in you.
Still trying to figure out if you're picking up the right signals from him, you prop your elbows on the table and let out a sigh as he presses the rim of his glass to his mouth to take a swig.
You bite your lip and watch the guests swaying animatedly on the dance floor.
âSo. Do you wanna dance?â he softly taps one of your arms.
âWhy?â
âWhat do you mean, why?â
âDid your sister put you up to this?â
âWhy would she?â
âDon't play dumb. I used to have the biggest crush on you, and if you didn't notice, I'm sure your Sugar has told you.â
His lips draw a lopsided smile. âShe might have mentioned something a while ago, but she didn't put me up to this, I swear. This is all me. I only asked you for a dance. I didn't ask you to marry me.â
âI suppose a dance wouldnât be that bad.â
âI'll take that,â he throws back the rest of his drink in one gulp, stands up, offering his hand up to you, âshall we?â
You were hoping to have some more time to prepare, but his sharp conviction is something you canât reject. Thatâs part of Michael Berzattoâs appeal. Heâs always been such a bold and outgoing guy, it's daunting. Itâs good to see that hasnât changed at all. The only thing thatâs different is that now heâs wasting his charms on you.
With some apprehension, you follow his steps into the dance floor. Thereâs a mid-tempo song playing that you donât recognize that makes you forget altogether how to move your body. So you just stand there, three feet away from him, like a deer caught in headlights, bobbing your head, avoiding his eyes.
Michael stares at you, slightly entertained by how uncomfortable you look right now, and throws you a lifeline by stepping closer, picking up your hands and placing them on his shoulders.
âWhat are you so afraid of, sweetheart?â he asks, planting his palms on your waist, guiding you slowly to move with him.
âI'm afraid that I'm not a very good dancer.â
âI doubt that.â
âWait till I step on you,â you subconsciously look down at your feet.
âFollow my lead. You'll be fine.â
âOkay, Johnny Castle, but don't make me mambo, salsa, waltz⊠Or anything that requires taking my feet off the ground.â
âWho the hell is Johnny Castle?â
âPatrick Swayze? Dirty Dancing?â you question, as if it was the most outrageous thing that he hadnât heard about that film.
âIâm more of a Road House kinda guy.â Of course, he is. âWas that another crush of yours?â
âOh, big time!â
âOk, got it, nothing fancy, we're just swaying. See?â His hands guide your body to move side to side, but it's impossible not to feel a little clumsy in your steps.
âHey, what do you think of Pete?â He asks, using his head to point at the newly-weds.
âUhh,â you glance to the side to see Pete wrapping an arm around Natalie, âhe can be a total douche sometimes, but he's always sweet to her. I guess that's what matters. Why? What do you think about him?â
âWords out of my mouth.â
âMichael?â You glance up to his deep dark eyes.
âYeah?â
âBe honest, why did you want to dance with me?â
âDo I really need to spell it out for you?â
Your lips pull up on the sides as your head nods.
âCause I wanted to dance with the prettiest girl I've ever met.â
If this is a dream, you don't wanna wake up to find out that this was just a concoction of your mind. It's not. It feels real. If you weren't holding onto him, you'd fall to your knees after hearing his words roll past his beautiful lips.
There are so many questions you wanna ask, but you can only sigh, and smile wider under the sweet glow of his brown eyes fixed on you.
âYou really think that Iâm that pretty or interesting?â your mouth opens after a pregnant pause, at the same time the song switches to something incredibly romantic.
âI've always thought that. It just took me a while to realize it.â
âGod, you have the perfect answer to everything. That's really annoying.â
âI don't. I swear. You just caught me in a good mood.â
âI don't remember you ever being in a bad mood.â
âI have my moments. Trust me.â
He unexpectedly picks one of your hands from his shoulder, lifts it in the air to have you spinning ungracefully under his elbow before quickly wrapping his opposite arm around your waist to dip you. He grins at the shocked expression on your face for a second before bringing your body upright.
âPlease, don't do that again,â you brace your hands to his chest right after.
âWhy? That was perfect, sweetheart,â he laughs, âJohnny Castle would be proud.â
Your lips curl softly, letting your palms tentatively slide on his blazer until they're caught on the warm surface of his neck.
âAm I making you nervous?â he dares to ask, knowing pretty much that he's driving you crazy.
âA little,â a lot, actually.
He whispers, â sorry â as you run your fingers at the hair at his nape. You observe up close how he licks his lips, noticing his hands clutching harder to your waist. His head leans closer, and you draw a breath, preparing yourself for having his lips colliding against yours. It feels like the world stops spinning for a second and just about when he's about to kiss you something, someone in this case, crashes against your back making you lose your balance. Michael anchors you to the floor quickly before you can fall, as a slurred-drunk voice apologizes at your back.
âFucking idiot,â Michael mutters and checks on you, âyou okay, sweetheart?â
You're not. The spell is broken, and your dress suddenly feels cold and wet from the drink that was spilled along your hip.
You excuse yourself, and rush out of the dance floor, so you can clean yourself up.
Thereâs a big surprise in the nearest bathroom you find, and that is your friend Gigi making out with Richie with such passion, they don't even notice you opening and quickly closing the door.
The tiny glimpse that you caught of Richie propping your friend on the sink and sliding his hands under her skirt makes your jaw almost fall to the floor. You wish you could erase that from your memory immediately, but at least it has made you forget momentarily about your dress.
When you turn around, youâre faced with Michael again. You ran out so fast you didnât notice him following behind.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âRichie and Gigi,â smacking your lips, you point with your thumb to the door with no further explanation.
âWow, they didnât waste any time.â
âThat's the thing about weddings. They make people do crazy things.â
âTell me about it,â Michael looks down for a beat, licks his lips, and steps closer.
He holds your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up. As he leans to capture your mouth, you flinch, âwhat are you doing?â
âSomething crazy,â the corners of his mouth quirk up, making another move, and you jerk your face a second time in reflex. Itâs not that you don't wanna kiss him, you absolutely do. You just need another moment to process it.
âDamn, girl. Can you just stay still, so I can kiss you already?â He demands without an ounce of entitlement. Just driven by the desire to taste your lips.
âAlright, okay⊠just give me a second,â you yield to his craving, letting him slowly guide you, so your back is pressed against the wall.
Thereâs no escape now, this is the moment youâve dreamed with many moons ago that seemed like a pipe dream back then. All those thoughts vanish the moment his lips are pressed against yours firmly, before letting them bounce a couple of times together. His alcohol-tainted breath mixes with yours as his lips part wider. He captures your lower lip with a light suck, followed by the tip of his tongue shamelessly drawing the curve of your mouth. It's deliciously sexy and sweet and everything in between. You close your eyes and follow his lead, opening your mouth and letting him slot his lips against yours. His tongue invades past your teeth without resistance. It challenges you to kiss him back. It takes you a moment to respond, but soon enough, you're fully immersed in the depth of his mouth, taking the reins of the kiss.
You haven't been kissed like this in a while. Maybe ever.
When your mouths separate, you realize your hands are anchored to his back, and he's fully pressed against you. His lips are covered in your saliva and vice versa.
âI'm going to change my dress,â you sigh, giving him a little push, so you can put yourself together.
âOh⊠Okay,â there's a hint of disappointment in his tone.
You clear your throat and harness an ounce of confidence to ask, âdo you wanna come? I might need some help. The zipper is a little tricky in this thing.â
Right.
His expression turns on a dime, eyes wide open, white edge teeth showing behind his slightly parted lips. Speechless by the implication of your proposal, he cleans his lips on his palm before responding, âI⊠sure.â
Proud of yourself for taking a gamble and hitting the jackpot, you go back inside the banquet hall first to collect your purse from the table and then head up to the elevators with him following closely behind.
A palm lands at the small of your back while you press the button. The anticipation makes your stomach flutter wilder than ever. Who would have thought you'd be taking Michael to your room on this day? It feels surreal. Absolutely bananas.
You don't say a word during the elevator ride up to the fourth floor.
When you reach your door, you notice his palms framing your hips from behind. His touch makes your pulse tremble while using the key card. It takes you a couple of tries to open the door.
There's a strange force, an electricity buzzing, that grows more powerful the second you're inside.
You hit the light switch, drop your purse on the chair and turn to face him.
Following that unstoppable whim, you place your palms on his chest and push back his blazer. He shrugs it off as you move to undo the few buttons he's fastened. Your fingers tremor anxiously as you uncover his defined torso. You want to stick out your tongue and trace those two lines forming a V oh his abdomen that leads to the outline of his cock behind the tight fabric of his dress slacks. Itâs too bold of a move for you right now, so you let your fingers do your bidding.
When your hands reach his belt, they proceed to unbuckle it under the lust-filled shadow of that flame of his gaze that could scorch the surface of the earth if he wanted to in a second.
Heâs already half hard when you unzip his fly, and that's as far as he allows you to go. Michael's dying to touch you, to undress you and fuck you. He quickly turns you around, making you gasp, and finds the zipper of your dress. Your skin rises into goosebumps when he pulls the tab down. He nibbles at the crook of your neck, pushing the top of your dress down to your waist. You shimmy your legs out of it as his hands invite themselves to your skin.
His all hands and mouth around you as he removes your strapless bra and guides you to lay down on the bed.
The fire that lights up his eyes sears through yours as he slips out of his unbuttoned shirt. He then props a knee on the bed, hovering over you, and lowers his head to kiss your stomach. His tongue darts out and draws a circle around your navel. Your head falls back on the mattress, as he leaves a trail of wet kisses up your torso. He nibbles once more at your neck, increasing your arousal up to eleven.
âMichael, please,â you groan as he presses himself between your legs, grinding slowly behind layers of fabric, coaxing your juices to stain your underwear and growing himself a hard-rock erection that can barely be held by his boxers.
Lifting lifts his head, he props himself on his elbows, and surveys the tortured expression on your face as his hips keep relentlessly moving.
âFuck, you're goddamn gorgeous, baby,â he exhales, proceeding to swiftly rid you off your panties, and pushing his pants and underwear down.
He drives his hardness inside you with great care, pushing inch after inch of that monumental erection that stretches your slicked walls. You close your eyes as he experiments with his thrusting, molding your opening to its generous size.
âIs this how you imagined this?â he pants against the corner of your mouth.
âNo. This is better⊠Much, much better,â you purr, palming his ass, encouraging him to move faster.
If you had a free hand, you'd pinch yourself to check if this is really happening right now. It still blows your mind thinking that Michael Berzatto is deeply buried inside you, wanting you, claiming every cell of your body for his enjoyment. You gladly surrender to his desires as the cadence of his hips drive you into madness. As much as you try to contain your moans, he does everything in his hand to force every moan, curse, and breath to fly out past your teeth.
He slams into you with passion, bites your skin, grips your tits, devours your mouth, setting every inch ablaze. Itâs as mind-blowing as it is fast, but he earns himself a good squeeze of your walls when he brings you to orgasm. He comes undone just merely a second after, releasing a wild grunt that ripples all over your skin, and pouring all his warm seed into the depths of your pussy, having his hips jerking erratically until heâs spilled every drop.
His cum sticks to your walls as he rolls to the side of the mattress with a grunt. Your head is spinning out of its usual axis, overtaken by that powerful boost of endorphins, and your lungs struggle for a deep breath.
For a long minute, you both stare at the ceiling while you regain your breath.
When he composes himself, he turns to the side to look at you, sweetly letting one of his fingers brush your cheek, âdo you wanna do this again tomorrow?â
âCan't. I'm leaving, remember?â
âRight.â
âBut you can stay the night if you want. And repeat later. And maybe one more time even later. Would you like that?â
âI'd love to, sweetheart.â
#michael berzatto x reader#michael berzatto#the bear#the bear fanfiction#jon bernthal#jon bernthal fanfiction#jon bernthal smut#darlingwrites#smut#fluff
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LONG LIVE OUR REIGN, LONG LIVE OUR LOVE - a bobby kennedy one-shot.
day 1 of melancholicstation's 12 days of christmas has commenced who is celebrating...
tags: @carly-rae-jean @h-l-vlovesvintage @inocennture @monturi @hisamericanmuse @passhun4w-blog @vile-harlot @bluelancergirl @jackiesgirl @fortheloveofjos @itgirlvirgo @starsprangledgirl @malkavared @remotewatch @salvatoresablondie @kimcrystal123 @vampyiricris @scaredlamb @dulcegal @strryhaze
i'm mostly anti-monarchist but the pull to prince bobby!au was too strong...
summary: in this au bobby kennedy is still the second youngest son meaning that he cannot become king, and jfk is next in line for the throne after king (lol) joe senior.
you guys meet at a crowded, musty club that bobby's security detail definitely didn't know he was attending because of the very fact that he said he'd be spending the night in at home...
and from then on you were instantly captivated by his unidentifiable aura of a very tired hummingbird who's made a nest on a very unstable tree.
loves to take you on strolls through the ice-bound gardens of the palace grounds in the morning.
you guys love to order take-out to the palace grounds specifically pelmeni.
because he's been insanely photographed since he was an infant, bobby can't always spend extended amounts of time at your house without that house soon being swarmed by men in puffer jackets equipped with long lenses cameras.
so instead to celebrate when he couldn't be with you he sends you gifts with delightful little messages like these:
early into the relationship you guys were less careful and a great deal more naive of the public interest in your relationship leading to photos like these being released.
every time you guys announce another birth the press and royal-rota always seems to cover the push presents that bobby gets you, specifically this necklace and this ring and the headlines are always so sanctimonious and annoyingly invasive despite the presents being bought with his own money, not out of the palace trust.
the more senior members of the royal family did not particularly take well to you dating bobby because you were a "commoner'"... or so they would call you and then regurgitate via their contacts to the tabloid press.
bobby being such a sheltered boy after growing up in the spotlight going absolutely haywire after smoking a joint for the first time
though the coverage of your relationship turned almost slobberingly positive in the lead up to the royal wedding, an occasion much anticipated by all.
he's always bringing you pikelets with artisanal honey butter on the top for breakfast before your daily engagements with the public.
whenever the camera flashes are too much for you he lets you use his (fuck ass) sunglasses pictured here.
during the engagement interview the journalists try to get you to describe your type of man but you're disney channel level media trained so they can't get you to provide a straight answer, so the interview just looks like this:

you both have single digit bedtimes despite being in your early thirties.
after having your fifth child (cause you can't convince me bobby doesn't have a breeding kink in every. damn. universe) you both are relieved from your royal duties for about six months give or take, and yet the tabloids still relentsly comment (most positive, some negative and conspiratorially) on your family every day despite not having a picture of the prince, princess or the royal children that's newer than six months ago...
whenever you go on joint engagements and its particularly windy bobby always tucks your hair beneath your camel, woollen coat without you even having to ask.
and yes of course the moment is clipped about a thousands times and promptly posted in yt compilations aptly named "the prince and princess acting like lovesick teenagers for 5 minutes and 34 seconds"
definitely a goyard mom, specifically with this colorway and a leather organiser that patina's beautifully with age.
bobby's gift for you 5 year anniversary is a beautiful garden of wildflowers and an assorted fruit garden in beautiful antique pots.
you and bobby get your children's maileg dollhouses for christmas.
you always have flower on your increasingly expensive jewellery.
princess!reader while on maternity leave:
bobby playing around with the kids in those grainy iphone picks that people managed to get on palace grounds.
bobby finding comfort in the rituals of domestic life because it's a stark contrast to the cold, un-feeling family he grew up in.
bobby is the final boss wife guy like he will not shut up and you WILL listen to him yap
he's always so bashful talking about you to the press... and as he should
there would be an aeschylus quote on the stitching of your wedding dress like this one
these bitches love a public library downnnnn like they are bonafide celebrities/royals and will be spotted deuxmoi style parusing the dusty bookshelves
bobby would fuck up those fashion shows that children put on for their parents and force their parents to be apart of them
he would absolutely encourage his kids through play to understand the value of things despite being literally royal children by playing grocery with them (specifically with this set in my head cause look at it)
he would absolutely do this tiktok but be way more charming and have luscious locks of hair (sorry I worded it like that prince william got an accidental stray...)
bobby is the constant victim of thirst trap edits... and he's never beating the hot younger brother with the most hair left allegations
NSFW under this cut!
they adore having sleepy slow sex after being tired of shaking hands and expressing the same, repeated polite pleasantries with important members of states
bobby adores some religious symbolism in intimacy like the altar is your hips etc. etc.
he is unfortunately a sexually-repressed catholic boy so you guys are at it multiple times a day after the wedding and during the honeymoon... it has to be said you guys!
bobby fingering you in the church bathroom during the reception dinner... and all the press allowed into the reception is wondering where the happy couple has gone off to...
then he walks out with a suspicious substance completely smeared on his lips and chin... wait who said that
bobby being such a sub and having to hump himself on princess!readers new beautiful bow-tie pumps that all the royal fashion blogs slobber over and the shoes are sold out in all sizes immediately
lukewarm take: bobby kennedy gets freaky on french champagne at state dinners
he loves to place clavicle kisses while your in the missionary position
bobby has a big inferiority complex being the second youngest and the "spare" royal so he completely melts into a puddle when being praised during sex
bobby receiving the biggest munch husband nobel peace price for the 5th year in a row

#12 days of melancholicstation#melancholicstation#melancholicstation writes#melancholicstation pilled#rfk x reader#rfk fan fiction#rfk fanfiction#rfk fanfic#rfk x you#bobby kennedy x you#bobby kennedy x reader#kennedy fanfiction#kennedy fanfic#political rpf#rpf#rpf political#bobby kennedy rpf#kennedy rpf#rpf fanfiction
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Sorry itâs long;
Now that apparently this long 2 yr planned fake relationship/marriage as come to an end at this new Film Festival Iâm sure Chris would love to thank so many for making it happen.
The bullying, verbal abuse, death threats, false accusations thrown at him, his wife, their family and families have all been worth it.đ
So thanks to:
Chris
Alba
Family and friends
Dodger
CAA
UTA
RDJ
Susan D
Scarlett
JeremyÂ
Chris H
Seb
Jinx
Audi
MarvelÂ
Ryan R
Comic Cons
Film FestivalsÂ
People
Just Jared
the State of Massachusetts
Suki WaterhouseRobert PattinsonPap photographer
Wedding plannersÂ
ViolinistÂ
Florist
Lisbon Venue
Architects
Photographers
random fans especially the one that held onto a picture outside an apartment in PT for 2 yrs
Restaurants for lying about dates
Boston Bar sighting guy for lying (sorry about the abuse from a certain blog)
CartierÂ
VF
The GG
GQ
The blogs used to leak info (apparently)
Rainbow Pottery
A Carpenter (just making a living)
Work colleaguesÂ
Sullivan Theatre
Hollywood
The US government (they must have done something)
BermudaÂ
United/Delta airlines
Finland
Real Estate agentsÂ
flight trackers
Stalkers
Bakery
Designers - Miu Miu etc.
Rolex
Broadway
Celine Song
Honey Donât
CAA finance
Megan
Sloane
Narrative
3 Arts
The Strike (for making Chris sign on for another year)
IG
CosmopolitanÂ
Disney
WDW
Cape Cod
Apple
Amazon
Condé Nast
God
The Pope
And finallyÂ
The Muppet Show / sesame Street that is certain tumblr blogs who without them no one would believe the crazy fan stuff. The teams didnât need to create the narrative of crazy fans they did it all themselves but love to believe Chris & co for enabling it.
Side note:
Discord/LSA/Tumblr who seem to think they are so important in all of this for some reason.
Imagine trying to keep ALL these people quiet about a pr relationship đ€Šđ»ââïžđ€Šđ»ââïž
Thank you for listing it all out
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Itâs that time again!!! Join us for JanuAUry round 2!
Post your newly created fills to the ao3 collection and tag them #OFMDJanuAUry here or on Twitter!! Have recs for older things that fit the daily prompt? Tag those #OFMDJanuAUry, too!
Prompt list below the cut:
1/1 - Apocalypse | Municipal | LARP
1/2 - Food Service | Aliens | Inventors
1/3 - Author | Fae | Wedding Professional
1/4 - School Staff | Podcast | State Fair
1/5 - Bar | Any Meme/Vine/Tiktok | A. I.
1/6 - Performing Arts | Tentacles |ASMR
1/7 - Myth | Home Renovation | Vloggers
1/8 - College | Any Book | Taxi Driver
1/9 - Celebrity | Journalist | Award Show
1/10 - Transit | Any Cartoon | Dealer
1/11 - Law | Bookshop | 60s Sitcom
1/12 - Fantasy | Any Movie | Co-Working
1/13 - Boat | Radio | Robin Hood
1/14 - Trains | Fandom | Foragers
1/15 - Archeology | Postal | Game Show
1/16 - Noir | Creature | Crossword
1/17 - Neighbors | Any TV | Talking Animals
1/18 - Photographer | Olympics | Astronaut
1/19 - Science | Gamers | Different Pirates
1/20 - Tattoo | Role Reversal | Animal Trainer
1/21 - Crime | Food Delivery |Advice Column
1/22 - Sci-Fi | Spiritualists | Research Vessel
1/23 - Pre-1900 | Car Enthusiast | Blogger
1/24 - Sports | Comic Book | Drag/Burlesque
1/25 - 20th C. | Animal Rescue | Fiber Arts
1/26 - Epistolary | Heist | EMTs/Firefighters
1/27 - Porn Star | Any Musical | Vintner
1/28 - Art Model | Filmmakers | Laundry
1/29 - Disney | Place- Based | Kink Club
1/30 - Small Business | D&D |Taxidermy
1/31 - Canon Diveergent | Fic of Fic | Write Yourself In | Catchup Day
Feel free to promote already-posted works on the relevant days, too!!
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Touchdown - Endzone.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 1590
Warnings This is the bonus chapter of my first series, Touchdown! If you haven't read that yet, find all chapters on my Masterlist here! There's fluff, smut and sexual language.
This was an Anon request and I'm so glad it was sent in! I loved revisiting this story again "I have an idea I would really appreciate it Hahhaha for the finally of touchdown you should do like a 5 years later where the reader and Travis are engage and starting a family"
âYou looked so pretty in your dress, Auntie Y/N.â Wyatt pointed her finger at the wedding photograph you were holding in front of her. She shifted on your lap and looked up at you with the big, inquisitive eyes.
You wrapped your free hand around her and gave her a squeeze, âThank you, babygirl. But you looked prettier!â
She giggled and grabbed the photograph with both hands, studying it with furrowed brows, âWhereâs Uncle Travvy?â
You smiled, âThis was a photo for just the girls. So thereâs me, you, Elliotte, Bennett, your Mom and both of your Grandmaâs.â You leaned slightly to reach for the wedding album that was resting on the sofa, holding onto Wyatt ensuring she didnât fall off of your knee. You flipped the pages and found a photograph of you and Travis. âHere he his.â
Wyatt beamed, âHe looks pretty too.â
You laughed loudly, âHe does, doesnât he?â
âAuntie Y/N?â Wyatt asked with a childlike questioning tone, âDo you love Uncle Travvy?â
You gently kissed the top of her head, âI love him so much, sweetie. So so much.â
âAs much as pizza?â Her voice heightened at the end, making your heart melt.
You giggled, âAlmost! Speaking of, where is Uncle Travvy with the pizza?â
As if on cue, the front door swung open and Travis stepped through holding half a dozen pizza boxes. The boxes were stacked up, balanced on one hand as the other hand struggled with 2 paper bags full of snacks and soda bottles.
âI have returned!â He shouted.
Wyatt jumped up from the sofa, âUncle Travvy! Guess what? Auntie Y/N loves you!â
You chuckled and Travis raised his eyebrows, âNo way! Well, I hope so!â
You walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss, âHi baby. Do you want some help?â
âNah, I got it. Safest hands in the NFL baby!â He winked as he wrestled with the boxes and bags, âSo, how have my girls been today?â
You had agreed to Jason and Kylie that you would watch Wyatt for the day. Since the wedding, where the girls were bridesmaids, Wyatt was practically obsessed with you, constantly asking when she would be able to stay with you and Travis. Jason had friends who lived in Missouri and whilst he was visiting, he dropped off Wyatt to spend the day with you.
âOh, weâve had a great day, havenât we madam?â You said as you closed your wedding album and placed it gently back on the shelf.
âYeah! We went in the pool and we did some painting and we had a dance party!â Wyatt squealed.
Travis shot Wyatt and animated face, âOh my God, thatâs awesome! Where was my invite to the dance party?â
Wyatt giggled and reached up, âYou were at practice Uncle Travvy!â
Travis leant down to pick up his niece, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck, âWell, we can carry on the dance party now, canât we?â He suddenly began dancing wildly, spinning Wyatt around and shimmying his shoulders.
The sound of Wyattâs laughter made your heart soar. You watched Travis with her, your eyes creasing into the biggest smile as he danced around the living room, throwing her into the air and catching her. Your stomach fluttered as he gave her a small kiss on her cheek before placing her gently onto the floor. She immediately ran to you, her face alight.
âIs it pizza party time now, Auntie Y/N?â
You nodded, âIt is! Can you go and pick a movie for us to watch while we eat our pizzas?â
Her blonde curls bounced as she ran over to the sofa and began searching through Disney+, the television remote huge in her tiny hands. You looked up at Travis as he walked slowly towards you. You tilted your head to the side and let your eyes dance over his physique.
âWhat you looking at me like that for girl?â He grinned and spoke with a low voice.
You shook your head and unstacked the pizza boxes, âNothing at all.â You said before winking.
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You cleared away the rest of the mess that was in the living room whilst Travis finished the dishes. Smiling at the painting of you, Travis and Wyatt dressed as fairies now proudly displayed on the fridge, you tiptoed your way towards Travis. You pressed your chest into his back and snaked your arms around his waist. Pressing a kiss into the fabric of his t-shirt that was covering his muscular back.
âHey baby.â His tired growl was enough to make you shiver.
You paused for a second, âDo you ever think about having kids?â
Travis turned his head over his shoulder, âWith you? All of the time.â
You moved to his side, peppering his bicep with more kisses, âDo you think about when weâll start trying?â You looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Travisâ jaw dropped open slightly, âYou mean, now?â He quickly grabbed a towel to dry his hands before throwing it back down onto the counter. He ducked down and his strong arms bundled you up and hoisted you over his shoulder.
You squealed as your head landed upside down, your legs flailing in the air with only one of Travisâ hands to hold you steady. He rushed up the stairs, your body bobbing violently with every step.
Once you were in your bedroom, Travis tossed you onto the bed, his eyes gazing at you with a passionate hunger. He crawled up your body, laying kisses into any skin he could get access to. You gasped when he reached your neck, an area he knew drove you crazy.
âSo, weâre trying?â He growled into your neck.
You placed your hands on the back of his head, âI havenât taken my pill yet today, if that answers your question.â You whispered.
Travis almost whimpered, suddenly lifting your shirt up and latching onto your exposed breasts with his mouth. Your lips parted and a slow exhale escaped from them as your body writhed underneath him, wanting to feel him between your legs. He rose to his knees, watching you as you calmed slightly, removing his shorts with ease and peeling his t-shirt from his solid torso. His thick erection was pressing into the fabric of his boxer briefs. Your eyes glazed over as you watched Travis lick his lips, his intense stare burning into you. He reached down and pulled your shirt off, his large hands pawing at your breasts. You wriggled out of your sweatpants, leaving you only in your underwear. You watched as Travisâ head lowered, his teeth taking the white lace between them and pulling down. You lifted your hips to assist him, his hands taking place where the fabric once laid. Within seconds, his thumb was pressing onto your clit, rubbing circles, a wetness forming immediately.
His eyebrows rose, âThat was quick.â
âYou turn me on so much, baby.â You said with a grin.
Your breath hitched when Travis lifted his thumb into his mouth, sucking your juices from it. You reached down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging at them desperately. Travis bucked his hips forward, allowing the material to lower. His thick cock quickly sprang free, pre-cum forming at the tip.
You swallowed hard, looking back up at his face, âLetâs make a baby.â
He lunged down, lifting one of your legs and admiring your perfect pussy. He slowly ground his hips, letting his solid erection run along your slick folds, his shaft grazing your clit repeatedly. You let out small groans with each thrust, your lips quivering with pleasure.
Travis studied your face, adjusting his speed and angle to suit your reaction, âYouâre so beautiful, baby.â
âI want you inside of me, Travis.â You said, breathlessly.
He obliged, pushing his cock into your wet pussy, letting you feel every inch slowly. You let out a guttural groan, his dick filling you up as it always did. His thrusts stayed slow and deep, his eyes on you the whole time. Your fingers clawed at his back as your orgasm grew harder in your gut. His solid, muscular frame loomed over you, but you always felt safe and protected, something that you found incredibly attractive. You looked up to see Travis' jaw tightening, his teeth clenched and short, hissed breaths leaving his body.
âBaby, I thinkâŠIâm gonna-â Travis stuttered.
You pressed your forehead to his as his movements began sloppy, âCome on, baby. Come on, Mr Kelce.â
His shoulders tensed and he squeezed his eyes shut. You clung on as he gave you one final thrust, his body straining as he released himself into you. You stroked his back while he came down from his orgasm, letting his breathing relax to a normal speed. You both laid there for quite some time before Travis broke the silence.
âSorry, baby.â
âWhy are you saying sorry?â You glanced down at him.
âI didnât want to cum straight away.â He lifted his body up and rested on his elbow, his face only a few inches away from yours, âBut you wanting to make a baby with me is so damn sexy to me.â
You smiled as he craned his neck to press a small kiss on your forehead, before slowly resting back down, his head laying on your chest and your heartbeat thumping in his ear. You could feel your hazy eyes slowly fluttering, the image of the love of your life the last thing in your vision before you drifted to sleep.
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Okay, I'm officially done with Touchdown now!
Taglist @kkrenae @keiva1000
#travis kelce x reader#travis kelce imagine#kelce x reader#nfl imagine#original story#travis kelce fic#travis kelce#nfl fluff#travis kelce fluff#travis kelce smut#nfl smut#kelcemenow requests#touchdown series
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For the HoM au: Iâm not sure if anyone asked this before but what if the house of mouse crew somehow manages to get a pic of Yuu in a wedding dress in their hands. Like it was a picture of her trying on her momâs wedding dress or something. Donât ask how they got that pic.
So I can see this going one of three ways:
Pomefiore is staging a production and Yuu is wearing a wedding dress for one scene. Someone snaps a picture of it and sends it to her and she shows that picture to the lot in the club.
She wore a wedding dress during the Ghost Bride incident when they were coming up with a plan to crash Idia and Eliza's 'wedding' - it was probably used as a distraction to cause a scene and stall for time since it's a universally known fact that no one wears white to a wedding, let alone an actual wedding dress.
Yuu has a picture of herself wearing her mother's wedding dress on her phone from back in her world. Since her phone came with her, the photograph did as well and she was showing it her friends.
If it's one or two, the situation would be a bit more comical and it would start with everyone complimenting on how lovely she looks in that dress - before all hell breaks loose when one of the great seven suggests that she would even better in something that matches their (and their twst counterpart, as a result) aesthetic: (e.g. Ursula mentions that she would look absolutely radiant in a dress covered in pearls, Hades points out that she would look better in darker colours and that skulls are much cooler, the Queen of Hearst says that roses are far superior whilst Maleficent muses that jewels from Malleus' hoard would make for some lovely jewelry etc)
If it's the third situation it would be a bit more bittersweet since Yuu is happily telling everyone about her playing dress up but she's clearly upset since she misses her mother. The princesses sense this and before anyone does anything, Snow White reminisces on how her father had a portrait done when he married her mother and when she married Prince Florian, she asked her tailor to recreate that dress as a way to honour her dead parents and feel like they're still with her since her stepmother destroyed all of her mother's belongings beforehand. After she tells Yuu that she still misses her mother, Cinderella joins in and tells Yuu about her mother and then Jasmine and Belle and Ariel and every princess with a dead mother are sharing their own stories of how they miss their mothers and how much they love them and it's turned into a whole motherless support group.
Earlier, on mother's day, I was going to make a post on how the Disney characters bring their (good/not villainous) mums to the club and they all end up doting on Yuu and it ends up sort of like this where Yuu is in the middle of a hug between Queen Leah, Chicha, Human Mrs Potts, Mrs Darling and Tiana's mum and also the animal mothers like Kanga, Perdita, Mrs Jumbo, Duchess, Sarabi and Bambi's mother, etc.
But I bet Yuu would love to hear about the royal weddings between the princes and princesses.
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Deuxmoi, October 2018 - March 2023
October 2018
Spotted: This curly haired driver was trying to be discreet in Austin but failed miserably. It might have worked if he didnât have a bright pink cowboy hat on. I hope the brunette who gave it to him knows the cowboy hat rule!
April 2019Â
Spotted: Could have sworn I saw Daniel Ricciardo at Coachella weekend two with a short brunette. When I looked again I wasnât sure, but they were making out and happy.
August 2019
Spotted: The breakout Netflix driver on a family Disney trip. His âfriendâ according to the show had his nephew on her hip, and they all had matching mouse ears. He couldnât stop putting an arm around her shoulder or having his hand at her back. Too cute.
Spotted: First time submission and itâs a Big One. In a dive bar in Vegas and Daniel Ricciardo walked in with his girlfriend/assistant/whatever she is but sheâs cute. Took a booth at the back and they ordered beers and shots, flirting constantly. Once the dancing started they were on the floor and his hands were ALL OVER HER. Got a sneaky photo too.
April 2020
Spotted: Was at an Optus event before the now cancelled Australian Grand Prix (sadness) and Daniel Ricciardo was guest of honour. The brunette heâs always photographed with was there too, they are NOT just friends. His hand was around her waist and he was making sure her drink was always full. Plus I spotted her talking with some of the bigwigs from Optus, Daniel was watching her with heart eyes all the time.
August 2020
Name: FrancophoneÂ
Email: [email protected]Â
Subject: Breaking the rules?Â
Message: Ever since this paddock playboy joined his latest team heâs had a pass available for his alleged best friend. Thanks to the pandemic rules itâs staff only, and sheâs been upgraded to assistant. Seems like a way to get his fuckbuddy to work with him.Â
June 2021
Name: Mediterranean Marvel
Email: [email protected]
Subject: Unexpected attendee
Message: Walking past the marina in Monaco and spotted Charles LeClerc and Daniel Ricciardo on Charlesâ yacht. Charles girlfriend was there, Ricciardo had his arm around a tattooed brunette in a skimpy bikini. Didnât get a good look at her, but I donât think it was the girl heâs seen with at races! New girlfriend?
December 2021
Name: Desert Diva
Email: [email protected]
Subject: Heartbreak
Message: In the lounge in Dubai and spotted Daniel Ricciardo saying goodbye to his girlfriend while they were both crying. His friends gave her hugs too, and everyone looked miserable. She managed to hold it together mostly until he left, but we were on the same plane and she was crying most of the flight. His insta looks like heâs back in Australia and quarantining, guess the wedding rumours arenât true. She was so sweet to the staff, apologising for being a mess. That rumour that sheâs a cheater is a lie, those two are too cute.
June 2022
Spotted: Walking around Perth Zoo for the weekend and who do I see but hometown hero Daniel Ricciardo. Didnât take photos cause he was there with family, it looked like his girlfriend and his niece and nephew. I see why his girlfriendâs been MIA recently, she looked pretty ill. They were adorable though, his niece kept holding her hand and asking to be carried whenever we walked past them. Glad to see them together and happy, hopefully his performance improves.
October 2022
Spotted: I just saw Daniel Ricciardo and his girlfriend in the Target in Wooten, Austin. Bought groceries and sheets? No idea.
March 2023
Name: Itâs fucking orange
Email: [email protected]
Subject: Disgustingly cute
Message: Daniel Ricciardo and Scotty Jamesâ fiancĂ©es were both at Eras Tour night one in Vegas. Wearing costumes and singing/yelling along. The two of them had all the words to All Too Well, and I think Em was FaceTiming Daniel during Our Song.
#call it what you want fic#ciwyw media#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo oneshot#daniel ricciardo fanfic#daniel ricciardo fic#formula one imagine#formula one fanfic#formula one oneshot#f1 oneshot#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 oneshot
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One of my main theories about âFrozen 3â continues to be that the film will pick up a few months after the end of âFrozen 2", starting with KristAnnaâs wedding, and then jump forward in time about three years to the time the film actually will happen. And there will be signs that Elsa and Honeymaren got married after Kristoff and Anna, simple things like a photograph or a matching ornament, nothing explicit.

One of the arguments of people who don't want Elsa to have a romance is because they don't want after two films with Elsa going through lessons and arcs that aren't about romantic love, to now have an arc of her falling in love, as that would get a bit contradictory in relation to the character and the franchise.
This is one of the reasons I continue to support this theory. Honeymaren is a character who has already demonstrated that she is friends with Elsa in the film and this is reciprocal (and if you consider certain extra materials Honeymaren actually has an interest in more than just friendship with the Snow Queen) so in theory they wouldn't need to develop much if wanted to make it official as a lesbian romance for Elsa. To be honest, even if Disney has the courage to confirm Elsa as a lesbian, they will never do so explicitly, and one of the reasons theorized by the fandom is so as not to disrupt the way people identify with the character.
Yes, I wish Elsa had more focus on other sides of her life even though this is a little contradictory to the franchise for some, but this is my theory of her having a romance being more realistic. I think it's very difficult for Elsa to really have a romance arc in the film, a moment of falling in love, Disney won't allow that for whatever reasons and hence the offscreen wedding.

I admit that many times since I had this theory I have imagined Jennifer Lee being approached in an interview after the film:
INTERVIEWER: Some of us saw a certain atmosphere between Elsa and a woman from the tribe who is voiced by Rachel Matthews, Honeymaren, and we can't help but notice that they use some similar props and no one else uses them⊠That Does it mean anything romantic?
JENNIFER LEE: Anything romantic? Before you publish something, I'm not the one saying it, but what I can say is that every element of the film was thought out and reviewed and has a purpose.
IN: So we can interpret that-
JL: Thereâs no right or wrong answer.
A hypothetical dialogue slightly inspired by an interview about whether or not the film âFinding Doryâ has a lesbian couple.
Yes, it's a little sad that a romance between Elsa and Honeymaren may never be shown in mainstream media (today even their friendship is relegated to quirky extra material like a cell phone), but rooting for an LGBT couple at Disney is like that.
But perhaps adapting the film into a book can fix this. The books in the franchise tend to be more courageous, there are already 2 married LGBT couples and all of them are lesbians. But in the film? I think this theory of mine would be the most logical. Or maybe the manga⊠Because nothing convinces me that Arina Tanemura didn't think Elsa and Honeymaren were a couple when she drew the "Frozen 2" manga.


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𩣠+ Bernie? <3
Thank you so much, @rose-of-oz! Also going to tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs!
A summer trip they think of fondly: Bernie went on a trip to California to go to the beach and have fun there the year before she graduated high school. She had a great day just lying on the beach and swimming. It seems mundane, but it is the type of thing she really thinks back to when she's a ghost.
Their favorite Disney princess: She's an old-fashioned girl, of course, and really loves Cinderella.
The first song they would dance to with their partner at their wedding: Obviously, she can no longer get married (at least not to a living person). But I believe if she and Pete were to get married in the afterlife, they would choose a song in the middle of their respective living decades. I also think they would naturally go a bit old-fashioned with it. I've landed on At Last by Etta James.
If they have tattoos or piercings: Bernie never did have piercings or tattoos because she wanted to keep her body essentially unpainted for her career. I guess you would consider earrings piercings, so those she does have.
The scariest moment in their life: Definitely when she stared down that barrel of the gun of her coworker and saw her life flash by her eyes and then saw her body being buried on the property and being forgotten eventually.
If they would break the law: I think it would take a lot for her to do it. She may do little things (like anything that wasn't seamly for women in the early to mid-twentieth century), but nothing major like murder.
Their favorite reality show (because everyone secretly has one): As I said in the other ask, Bernie grows to have a secret obsession with Vanderpump Rules.
If they have a favorite chore: Oh, she loved to do her laundry. She found it really relaxing and always looked forward to it.
If they like being in pictures and what faces they make in them: Of course! Bernie loved being photographed; the camera was one of her best friends. She always makes fun or sultry faces. The goofy ones she reserved for personal pictures.
If they get along with kids: Bernie got along swimmingly well with children! She loved her daughter to pieces and loved to play with her and the the other little ones in the area. She's just a very attentive mom and to her, kids are usually so fun and interesting in the way they talk.
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A Bushel and a Peck
Book: TRR
Pairing: Liam Rys x Riley Brooks-Rys
Word Count: ~3160
Warning: For mature audiences only; TW: major character deaths; mention of cancer, declining health, miscarriages; depiction of an afterlife
A/N: This is a follow-up to Wounded (you don't need to read it to understand this fic). I was asked to "fix it," and I think I did--I mean, I tried... but in a non-traditional way, that still leads to a true HEA. In a way, this is fairly fluffy, but sad fluffy.
A/N 2: Some of these characters, plot points and dialogue belong to our friends at Pixelberry. This was not beta'd; please excuse my errors.
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"Can you show us another one?"
"Please, Auntie Ri? Just one more?"
Riley chuckles under her breath before a dry cough robs her titters. "You two aren't tired of those yet?"
Seven-year-old Monie grabs another leather-bound photo album as her five-year-old sister Ginny finishes a snack. The two girls visit with their great-great aunt every Thursday afternoon during the summer months while their mother runs errands.
"How about this one?" Monie passes the scrapbook to Riley, her frail, old hands gripping tightly to the heavy collection of photographs.
"Oh!" Riley squeals, a gravel to her voice, "you picked one of my favorite onesâ"
"You say that about every album," Ginny retorts.
"Shhh, your manners!" Monie shakes her finger at her little sister.
Riley smiles warmly. "You're right; I do say that about my photo albums because I just love all of them." She pauses, licking her lined lips. "But this oneâŠ" her breath catches in adoration as she opens the front cover. "This one is very special. Here," she pats the empty spaces next to her on the bed, "let me show you."
The nieces eagerly climb on to the bed, sitting close on either side of Riley.
"Who is that?" Ginny exclaims in shock, looking over her aunt's arms in awe. "She looks like a Disney princess!"Â Â
Riley curls an arm around her petite body, giving the little girl a gentle kiss in her raven curls.
"He's cute!" Monie croons, "he looks likeâlike Ken!"
Riley lets out a heartfelt laugh before coughing into a handkerchief. "This," she points to the tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed in full regalia, "is King William the first of Cordonia."
"Whoa," both girls hum in unison, their eyes glittering in awe.
"And this woman?" She points to the bride in the picture, "is me."
Ginny gasps, staring up at Riley. "But, Auntie Ri," Ginny puts a finger to her mouth, "where's your crown? Andâand why is your hair a different colorâ?"
"Ginny!" Monie scolds.
Riley coughs into her hand, clearing her throat. "Those are some good observation skills," she boops Ginny on the nose, the little girl then turning to stick out her tongue at her older sister. "This picture was taken on my wedding day, over seventy years ago."
"Wow, that's older than Daddy," Ginny announces.
"So, that's Uncle Liam?" Monie guesses hopefully, pointing to the blond groom.Â
Riley hums approvingly. "That is your great-great-uncle Liam."
Monie sighs dreamily looking at the picture. "You're so beautiful, Auntie Ri. Did you love him with all of your heart?"
Riley smiles, a sudden twinkle in her stormy blue eyes as she softly caresses her niece's cheek. "I still do."
After receiving Liam's grim test results for his cancer treatment, the young royal couple was advised by the Council to seek a second opinion. And then a third. But, the conclusion was always the same. Liam was dying.Â
With the uncertainty of his time left, he made the difficult decision to step down as king. Cordonia was finally stable and strong enough that it couldâand it wouldâ thrive with the sudden change.Â
But, once the choice was made, Liam never looked back to the country he loved so dearly. He couldn't. All he could see now was his wife, the woman that held his heart, the woman who wholly and bravely kept her vowsâŠ
⊠for worseâŠ
⊠in sicknessâŠ
Liam and Riley savored every last moment they had with one another during his final eight weeks, laughing and revisiting old memories of their seven years of marriage. They enjoyed one last private waltz before he was confined to a wheelchair, one last café and baklava at their favorite late night bistro before he was restricted to the palace walls. They held each other close at night, whispering prayers of love over one another, for just one more day, for just one more chance to say, 'I love you.'
And then he went.
Olivia Nevrakis assumed the throne as queen of Cordonia. Liam's short reign will always be celebrated in history as a time of rebuilding, as a time of peace, as a time that set the small country up for success.Â
Though not reigning, Riley is still revered as a queen, but shortly after Liam's death, she returned to New York to be near family. She did return to Cordonia for visits, but otherwise, her life resumed back in the states.Â
She never remarried. And after the four pregnancy losses she had with Liam, Riley had lost all hope and interest in ever becoming a mother.Â
But even though her heart was shattered, she discovered abundant joy in a different familial role: being an aunt. After the first generation of nieces and nephews had grown up, Riley quickly became the cornerstone of the Brooks family, highly regarded and respected. And loved. She was known as the fun aunt, the one with the best stories, the one that remembered birthdays and sporting events and recitals. She made sure every child in the family felt seen, heard, and above all else, loved.
Lost in the memories of her former life, a knock on the door interrupts Riley from her daydream. "Come in," she calls out, her soft timbre strained and gruff.
A young woman with dark hair bounds into the room, bracing her heavily pregnant belly. Monie and Ginny jump up from the bed, running to her with arms wide open. "Mommy!" They crash into her legs, nuzzling sweetly into their mother's sides.
"Hey, sweet girls," she croons, before she looks towards Riley, raising an eyebrow. "At least⊠I hope you two were sweet girls for Auntie Ri today."
"Oh, Jamie," Riley titters. "You know they are always perfect angels with me." She winks at her great-niece, hugging her daughters.
"Girls, Daddy is right outside. Can you go hold his hand? I need to talk with Auntie Ri for just a minute."Â
Nodding their heads, the two young girls run back to their great-great aunt to give her hugs and kisses goodbye.Â
"I love youâ" Riley singsongs, giving them a knowing grin. Monie and Ginny chime in with her as they all sing in unison, "a bushel and a peck."
The girls raced to the hallway, instantly meeting their father. Jamie closes the door, letting out a sigh before turning her sad, glistening attention to her great aunt.
"Aunti Ri," a lump grows in her throat, "the doctors said you're refusing your heart cath."
Riley straightens out her posture, firming her jaw. "That's right, dear."
"Why?" The young woman whispers, wiping away a tear.
"Because what difference will it make?" Riley carefully grabs her walker, slowly making her way to her niece. "I'm almost 98-years-old, baby girl," she grabs Jamie's hand, comforting her as she watches her begin to cry. "It's time. I'm⊠ready to go home."
"But," Jamie exhales a trembling sob, "what about us? What if I'm not ready for you to go?"
Riley grins endearingly, "I know that feeling all too well." She gently rubs her thumb over her niece's fingers. "Did I ever tell you what my Liam said to me the night before he passed?"
Jamie dabs away her tears, shaking her head.
"We would stay up late into the night, dreaming of the life we could've had if it wasn't for, y'know, the cancer. But," Riley licks her lips, "that night. Our last night⊠Liam was quiet. There were no more what ifs or discussions of what could have been. Instead, he just smiled. Completely at peace." Riley's eyes flutter as she recounts the distant memory. "He simply said, 'I'm ready, love.'" Riley shrugs.
"Do you think he knew?" Jamie sniffles, "you think he was ready to die?"
"I think," Riley removes her bifocals, letting them hang around her neck as she draws closer to her niece. "He was ready to live again. He was ready for the next adventure that life has to offer."
Jamie tilts her head. "What's that?"
"Eternity," Riley chuckles, gripping tight to her great niece's arm. "He's been waiting for me a long time." She sighs with contempt, "You kids?" She chuckles to herself, "you are so strong. You all are. My presence isn't what makes you strong. It was our time together⊠and sure, you'll be sad. But this life?" Riley shakes her head. "It's not the end of the road. And as for me⊠I'm ready to live again. I'm ready for my next adventure." A tear rolls down Riley's cheek as she smiles brightly. "I'm ready for eternity."
Jamie helped Riley into her favorite rocking chair for her afternoon nap before dinner, covering her up with her favorite knitted blankets. The women hugged each other close before they finally said their goodbyes.Â
Turning to leave, Riley calls Jamie back to her side.
"Baby girl?" Riley titters before she begins to sing. "I love youâ"
Jamie lets out a heartfelt laugh, wiping away the last of her tears. "--a bushel and a peck."
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Warm beams of light crawl across Riley's skin, stirring her awake from her deep slumber. She sits up, rubbing the remainder of her sleepiness from her eyes when suddenly, she freezes. She blinks a few more times as confusion--and fearâbillows through her veins.
Her room. It's different. The space was large, filled with the gorgeous scent of pink Cordonian hydrangeas, fresh picked rubies⊠and something else. Someone else.
Riley takes in the soft gray hue of the walls, accented by the navy toile window treatments. Everything beautiful in its place, everything perfectly neat, everything⊠oddly familiar. Like a distant dream, like the memory of another life.
Cautiously taking in her new surroundings, Riley begins to mindlessly fumble with the intricate stitching of a throw pillow, the threading comforting to her fingertips.
Then she stops.Â
She holds up her hand, her ocean eyes growing wide with wonder. Her skin. It is pure like the first Lythikos snow. No blemishes, no creases. It's perfectly smooth, perfectly pink and supple. Speechless, she reaches up to touch her own flushed cheeks.Â
And she gasps, the lines of the past century remarkably gone. Her face. It feels impossibly soft. Like velvet.
A thread of panic unfurls in her stomach as she throws the covers off her body, retreating to the en suite bathroom. Riley has had dreams like this beforeâmany times, actually. Fantasies about her younger years, about her life in Cordonia, about the precious moments she had with the love of her life.
But there was something strange about this one. Something life-like. Something real.
Riley stares at her reflection in the mirror, her hands curiously exploring her body. Espresso tresses. Slender slopes of her waist and hips. She swivels to the left, then to the right, chuckling at her age-rewind. If she could only tell herself then what she knows nowâŠ
As she pretends to pin her hair up in different regal styles, the whisper of a melody floats into the room. Startled by the accompaniment, Riley twirls around, listening more intently. She takes a step forward. Then another. She cranes her neck towards the bedroom door, her only exit.
It was a guitar. Someone was playing it.
Riley carefully opens the door, and pads softly down the hallways, through the kitchen and to the foyer. She presses her ear to the front door of her quarters, the music crescendoing through the air.
Swiftly exiting the quarters, Riley tiptoes through the halls down to the main corridor, following the strumming of notes. She finally comes to a set of double doors, one of them sitting ajar as a heavenly light pours out.
Placing her fingertips on the ornate wood, the vibrations of each chord stirs the wings of butterflies in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she pokes her head into the room.
A womanâan older womanâsits casually in a chair, her fingers meticulously plucking the strings. Riley focuses on her kind face and soft features. Her wavy blonde hair is pinned back into a low bun, exposing the brilliance of her crystal blue eyes. Though expressionless as she played, the curves of her rosy lips are pleasant, friendly.
"Oh!" She exclaims, noticing Riley. "You're finally here!"
Riley's eyes grow into saucers. Does she know this woman?Â
She watches the older woman set down her instrument before bounding towards where Riley stood.
"We have been waiting for you," she smiles sincerely, taking Riley's hands endearingly into her own. âWe have so much to talk aboutââ
"Grandma!"
"Oh!" She lets out a hearty laugh as four small children file into the room, dashing quickly to her side. She bends over and greets each one with a tight hug and a kiss. "How are my darlings?"
Riley smiles at the interaction, admiring the love this woman has for her beautiful grandchildren. She then casually surveys the room; are their parents nearby?
She looks back to the family when suddenly, she notices one of the blond boys with striking eyes like his grandmother is gazing up at her. He doesn't say a word, but his stare is friendly, warm and inviting.
Riley climbs onto her knees, her attention not leaving him as she soaks in his handsome mannerisms. Even for such a young boy, his hair was perfectly combed to the side. His collared shirt was properly tucked in, and he politely held his hands together behind his back. So precious, so refined and orderly, just likeâŠ
Riley gasps as a sea of tears gather in her eyes. She reaches out, combing her fingers through his short hair before stroking his freckled cheeks. And she lets out a silent whimper. "William?"
The young boy giggles, turning back to his brothers and sister. "I told you she would remember me!"
Wrapping her arms around his frame, Riley pulls him to herself tightly, his arms securing around her neck. "Myâmy baby boyâŠ" One-by-one, each child approaches slowly, excitement written on their chubby faces. Riley caresses the cheeks of two more little boys: another blond and one with dark brunette hair like hers. "Henry?" She sniffles as he nods, chewing coyly on his fingernail. "Alexander?" The two boys join the embrace with their brother William, rivers cascading down their mother's face as she peppers them with kisses.
"Do you remember me, Mommy?"
Riley glances up to see a little girl with stormy blue eyes, her espresso waves tamed into two braids. Though she wore a pretty pink jumper with bows, she was wearing a pair of muddy galoshes.Â
That's my girl.Â
"My Eleanor," Riley whispers, extending her hand to join the fold with her brothers. She presses her lips into the little girl's temple as she holds her close. "Oh, my baby, I love you," she squeezes her grip around the boys, "all of you!" She snickers, "I love you."
"A bushel and a peck," Alexander pipes up. "Right, Mommy?"
New warm tears pour down Riley's reddened face as she lovingly dotes on her children. "That's right, baby," her breath quivers, "that's right. But⊠how did youâ?"
"You used to sing that to me at nightâ"
"Me, too!" Henry exclaims while William nods in agreement.
"You and Daddy told me that over and over," Eleanor giggles, "until I woke up in Grandma's arms!"Â
Riley freezes as she peers up at the older woman, now overcome with her own tears of joy. She slowly stands, her lips parting in awe. "Your majesty?"
"I haven't been called that in over 85 years!" The older woman shares a contagious laugh, âBut, how about we just stick with âEleanorâ for now?â She quickly reaches out, pulling her daughter-in-law into a snug embrace. Riley quickly slinks her arms around the woman, holding her close as they both weep silently together. "You," Eleanor whispers, "were more than I ever dreamed for my Liam. You wereâYou are everything he deserves⊠and more.â
Riley suddenly lets go, staring into her mother-in-law's eyes. She bites her lip as she tilts her head curiously, almost in disbelief.
"Where⊠where is he?" She sobs into a smile.
Eleanor tucks Riley's hair behind her ear before resting her hands on her daughter-in-law's shoulders. "Where do you think, my dear?"
Riley stumbles backwards as a bright smile crawls across her face. She finally turns around, pushing through the double doors and out into the main corridor. After descending the grand staircase, she exits into the pure daylight, a gentle breeze greeting her. She glances around the grounds, the fresh greenery invigorating her senses. Without thinking, she abruptly takes off down the steps, sprinting through the bushes, across the courtyard and around the fountain. Finally, she reaches a thick hedge of beautifully twisted vines and leaves. The garden maze.
Riley closes her eyes as she catches her breath, another gust of wind tangling in her hair. A tug on her heart beckons for her to keep going as she fumbles her way into the maze. She frantically runs around the corners and through the turns, her hands outstretched to catch her if she trips.
Making it around the last twist of the path, Riley spills into the center of the maze: the garden. Her eyes frantically search, scouring through the area, looking behind lattice work and dense pieces of foliage until finally, she gasps.
Around the corner along a private path, a tall, strongly-built man slowly paces next to a swing, his hands casually in his pockets. With his short locks of blond ruffling in the breeze, he glances at his watch before instantly feeling a pair of stormy blue eyes fixed on him.
As he peers over his shoulder, a smile tugs at his lips, his breath escaping his lungs as his eyes begin to shimmer.
"There you are, my love."
With reckless abandon, Riley dashes down the dirt path, gasping for air between her wails of disbelief. Leaping into the air, Liam's strong arms instantly catch her, pulling her close to his broad chest. His large hand cradles her intimately as his other fists tightly into her careless waves. She locks her legs around his waist, her fingers combing hungrily into his hair as she presses her face into his neck.
And she weeps, deep groans escaping her chest as her body shudders in his arms.Â
"Shhh," Liam gently croons, warm tears coursing down his chiseled cheeks. "It's alright now. Everything is alright now."
Quieting down, Riley looks up to her husband, his lips immediately finding hers. "Is this real?" She pants, claiming his mouth again. "Please tell me this is real life, baby."
Liam pulls her into another deep kiss, his tongue gently caressing her lips apart as he elicits soft mewls from her mouth. He pulls back, his crystal blue gaze meeting her hopeful, tear-stained eyes. "It's better, love." He pushes a wayward tendril from her face. "This is eternity."
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Born On November 18th, 1968
Wilson was born in Dallas, the middle child of three sons of photographer Laura Cunningham Wilson (born 1939) and Robert Andrew Wilson (1941â2017), an advertising executive and operator of a public television station. His brothers Andrew and Luke are also actors. Wilson's parents are of Irish descent. After getting expelled for cheating in geometry, he attended New Mexico Military Institute. He later attended the University of Texas at Austin, where he pursued a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, but did not graduate. While in college, he met and was roommates with director and frequent collaborator Wes Anderson.
He is an American actor. He has had a long association with filmmaker Wes Anderson with whom he shared writing and acting credits for Bottle Rocket (1996), Rushmore (1998), and The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), the last of which earned him a nomination for the Academy Award and BAFTA Award for Best Screenplay. He has also appeared in Anderson's The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004), The Darjeeling Limited (2007), Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009), The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014), and The French Dispatch (2021). Wilson also starred in the Woody Allen romantic comedy Midnight in Paris (2011) as unsatisfied screenwriter Gil Pender, a role which earned him a Golden Globe Award nomination. In 2014 he appeared in Paul Thomas Anderson's Inherent Vice, and Peter Bogdanovich's She's Funny That Way.
Wilson is also known for his career as a comedic actor and member of the Frat Pack, which included starring roles in such comedies as Shanghai Noon (2000), Zoolander (2001), Starsky & Hutch (2004), Wedding Crashers (2005), You, Me and Dupree (2006), How Do You Know (2010), The Big Year (2011), and The Internship (2013). He is also known for the family films Marley and Me (2008), and the Night at the Museum film series (2006â2014). He voices Lightning McQueen in the Cars film series (2006âpresent), the title character in Marmaduke (2010) and Reggie in Free Birds (2013). He stars as Mobius M. Mobius in the Marvel Cinematic Universe series Loki (2021âpresent) streaming on Disney+.
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The Rocky Horror Picture Show (Making it fun to yell at the movie since 1975), Part 1
[All images are owned by 20th Century Fox Disney....wait, really?! Anyway, please don't sue, kill, eat, or...whatever they did to everyone at the end...me]
WARNING: This review is NSFW, as it deals with sexual themes. Youâve been warned.
Are you OK with this? Good, then letâs continue.
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(Thanks to 20th Century Studios)
In 1973 a little-known actor named Richard OâBrien decided to write and compose a musical stage production as a way to explore his own questions about his sexuality. Two years later, it was adapted for a movieâŠand late-night movies (especially around Halloween) havenât been the same since.
While the movie wasnât well-received as far as ticket sales went, when theaters started doing midnight showings of the film it developed a cult following, as well as becoming a banner for the queer community, with patrons of both genders dressing as the cast, as well as in their best feminine intimate wearâŠ
(Thanks to Liverpool Echo)
âŠand talking back to/over the movie (a la MST3K) and bring props to display/throw (much to the employeesâ chagrin. After all, they have to clean it all up after the movieâs over). Most theater-goers have a âscriptâ of how they choose to do so (of course, if everyone has a different script in their head it can get very chaotic) If youâre curious, there are several versions online. Hereâs one such example.
This review is going to be done slightly different than most, even the one that was essentially a musical in that I will be going over the songs after the clips (as most of the plot is driven through them) and will be including audience particiâŠ
SAY IT!
âŠpation lines (at least the ones I do) on occasion. These will be done in chat font, as above.
(Word of warning, despite whatever I may say at the movie, itâs not intended to be mean-spirited. Iâm just going along with the show)
So, without further ado, letâs get on with the show! If you would like to watch the film, it's behind your favorite paywall, or if you want the full experience, find out which of your local theaters is showing it on Halloween!
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(Thanks to Dr. Frank-N-Furter)
So just whose lips are those? Well, scuttlebutt says that Mick Jagger volunteered his, but was turned down. Instead, those belong to Patricia Quinn (who plays Magenta). However, the voice is not Quinnâs, but OâBrienâs. Now, if you actually paid attention to the opening credits instead of just responding to the song, youâll know exactly who is playing what. However, I will clue you in when they make their first appearance anyway.
Now, back to the movie as we dissolve to a churchâŠ
These lips died for your sins!
âŠwhere a wedding has just transpired (This is where the audience should start throwing rice at the screen). The photographer gets a photo of the happy couple and the family.
Now I have their souls!
The groom has a quick chat with his best man, Brad Majors, ...
ASSHOLE!
...played by Barry Bostwick (who was the mayor in Spin City) as the bride throws the bouquet
Hey, who has herpes?
âŠwhere itâs caught by Bradâs girlfriend, Janet Weiss, ...
SLUT!
...played by Susan Sarandon (who was half of Thelma and Louise)
This inspires Brad to sing to her. Before we get to the song, I have to wonderâŠ
âŠwho the hell puts a billboard in the middle of a cemetery? OK, on to the song!
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(Thanks to Goldie McDuck)
OK, thatâs an efficient church!
Those who are observant will recognize the church workers as OâBrien, Quinn, and Nell Campbell (AKA âLittle Nellâ). Weâll be discussing them later. For now, we go to the expository section of the film, narrated by âthe Criminologistâ (played by Charles Gray, who played Blofeld in a number of James Bond films)
âŠand has no fucking neck!
The Criminologist explains that, after getting engaged, Brad...
ASSHOLE!
...and Janet...
SLUT!
...decided to visit their old friend and former professor Dr. Everett Scott. He then foreshadows that the night is going to be memorable, but not in the way theyâd hoped.
Speaking of the lovebirds, theyâve gotten hopelessly lost. Even worse, Bradâs car gets a blowout! Brad remembers passing a castle.
Castles donât have phones, asshole!
Brad and Janet trudge through the rain to the castle. As the weather worsens, music starts to swellâŠ
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(Thanks to Gothic Witch Chick)
(Quick note: Susan Sarandon had pneumonia during filming. Props to her for doing this number in the rain in her condition)
Does the castle have what they need or is this the end for the happy couple? Tune in for Part 2 and find out!
#rocky horror picture show#tim curry#barry bostwick#susan sarandon#richard o'brien#meat loaf#musicals#audience participation#lgbtqiia+#Fan Colored Glasses
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Saturday, March 2, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: SINGLE BLACK FEMALE 2: SIMONE'S REVENGE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA PRISCILLA
NHL HOCKEY (TSN3) 12:30pm: Jets vs. Hurricanes (SN) 4:00pm: Oilers vs. Kraken (CBC/CityTV) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Lightning (SN) 7:00pm: Rangers vs. Leafs (SN1) 7:00pm: Sens vs. Flyers (SN360) 8:20pm: Calgary Flames - Miikka Kiprusoff Jersey Retirement Ceremony (CBC/SN) 10:00pm: Penguins vs. Flames
MLB SPRING TRAINING (SN/SN1) 1:00pm: Atlanta vs. Jays
CURLING (TSN) 2:00pm: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play (TSN/TSN3) 7:00pm: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play (TSN4) 9:30pm: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play
MLS SOCCER (TSN4) 4:30pm: Miami vs. Orlando (TSN4) 7:00pm: Vancouver vs. Charlotte
W5 (CTV) 7:00pm: Arsenic Air/Aysanabee
KNIGHTS OF THE ZODIAC (Crave) 7:00pm: When a headstrong street orphan unwittingly taps into hidden powers, he discovers he might be the only person alive who can protect a reincarnated goddess who was sent to watch over humanity.
HAUNTED HARMONY MYSTERIES: MURDER IN G MAJOR (CTV) 8:00pm: A new teacher at an Irish prep school is shocked to find a ghost in her house. She decides to help solve his murder in hopes that it will allow him to move on.
FALL INTO WINTER (2023) 8:00pm: Life quickly changes for Kerry as she has to work alongside her high school nemesis, Brooks, an old friend of her brother's who unexpectedly buys into Kerry's family-owned candy shop.
A MISSED CONNECTION (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: After finding a spark with a woman on a train platform, a photographer posts a missed connection in the newspaper, but never hears from her. Five years later, they're seated next to each other on a plane heading to the same wedding - hers.
NBA BASKETBALL (TSN5) 8:30pm: Nuggets vs. Lakers
AQUAMAN AND THE LOST KINGDOM (Crave) 9:00pm: Black Manta wields the power of the mythic Black Trident to unleash an ancient and malevolent force. Hoping to end his reign of terror, Aquaman forges an unlikely alliance with his brother to protect their kingdom and save the world from destruction.
ONE DAY AS A LION (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: Jackie Powers is a nice guy but a lousy hit man who takes a waitress hostage after a job goes bad. When Jackie reveals he needs money to get his son out of jail, she cooks up a scheme for them to get cash from her dying mother.
PLEASE BABY PLEASE (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: After witnessing them commit a murder on the streets of 1950s Manhattan, newlywed couple Suze and Arthur become the dangerous obsession of a gang of greasers.
MONEY MONSTER (CTV) 12:35am: After losing money on a stock tip, a disgruntled investor (Jack O'Connell) holds a Wall Street guru (George Clooney) and a producer (Julia Roberts) hostage on live television.
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itâs long but here is a list of everyone so far involved in the PR/fake marriage since 2024.
2024âs list of everyone involved in this PR:
Chris
Alba
Family and friends
Dodger
CAA
UTA
RDJ
Susan D
Scarlett
Jeremy
Chris H
Seb
Jinx
Audi
Marvel
Ryan R
Comic Cons
Film Festivals
People
Just Jared
the State of Massachusetts
Suki Waterhouse
Robert Pattinson
Pap photographer
Wedding planners
Violinist
Florist
Lisbon Venue
Architects
Photographers
random fans especially the one that held onto a picture outside an apartment in PT for 2 yrs
Restaurants for lying about dates
Boston Bar sighting guy for lying (sorry about the abuse from a certain blog)
Cartier
VF
The GG
GQ
The blogs used to leak info (apparently)
Rainbow Pottery
A Carpenter (just making a living)
Work colleagues
Sullivan Theatre
Hollywood
The US government (they must have done something)
Bermuda
United/Delta airlines
Finland
Real Estate agents
flight trackers
Stalkers
Bakery
Designers - Miu Miu etc.
Rolex
Broadway
Celine Song
Honey Donât
CAA finance
Megan
Sloane
Narrative
3 Arts
The Strike (for making Chris sign on for another year)
IG
Cosmopolitan
Disney
WDW
Cape Cod
Apple
Amazon
Condé Nast
Only Murders in the Building (or any tv show that mentions PT)
Netflix
Julia Van Zeller Palha
Certain dates in the month
Rockefeller Centre
Random Extra from Bulgaria
A24
Mother Mary
Borderline
CYT
family using the locals
Greece crew member
Hyatt
Movie set trailers
Paul B
Mark R
Don C
Danai G
Greek airport worker
Stephen Colbert & Rescue Dogs
SMA
Red One promotion team
Cast and crew of Voltron
Crew members from Sacrifice
All blogs PR or Real as they are all plants
Amazon for announcing their cast for a movie over a couple of drop days
Only in Boston for arranging a lookalike competition
Tropical bar Santorini - holding onto wrap party photo for a week
WDW employees
Random people at WDW
2025 list:
Disney employees (not Rogers)
Random park visitor
WDW
JJ
Oprah
TikTok
CAA Portuguese studio
Portuguese Film Industry
the Sun
Australia
Mackie
Seb
Captain America movie
Thunderbolts
Cast of Voltron
an Australian wildlife park
God
Voltron offical fan page
Amazon including the studio and marketplace
Founder of CAA (who hasnât being with CAA since 1995)
Interviewers who ask about Chris and his wife
At this stage I will also add the elevator as it seems to be the place to take PR pics
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