#hey remember that old comic

[thatsmrfantastic-archived]

You don’t understand this is something I know. In my gut.  Reed’s out there,  somewhere.  Please. Nick, I’m asking you as one of my oldest friends.    ---   Help me find him. Help me bring him home.

[cappycodeart]

A Hat in Time is rated T for a reason, I’m just stupid.

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

Okay so the 'borderlands cinematic universe is different from the game universe because they're different mediums'. And yet I remember the comics from years ago that, yes, include Lilith getting her powers from an old woman in robes and Asha the Siren with her animal powers and more Tannis backstory and Roland flashbacks in the Crimson Lance, all of which were not in the games, but somehow the comics keep the main story of BL1- a video game about 4 Vault Hunters finding a Key for a Vault on Pandora with help from a scientist named Tannis- intact without changing important story pieces and destroying that description so that one is now a thief and two are MIA. Weird how keeping a storyline the same between two different kinds of media miraculously works with a comic, yet somehow couldn't be done with a 2 hour movie and a much higher budget. Right. Riiiight. Gotcha.

[kneworder]

no one look at me im thinking about twd again

[nocontextscreenshotsbutevil]

[mikewheelerr]

literally just had a dream with elijah wood in it one question wtf

[jocelynships]

Should I make a Neopets S/I just for shits and giggles bc I totally forgot how much I missed this damn universe

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Completely off the topic but I swear I saw that goat thing in a comic on the newspaper once. Y'know the comic pages? Whatever they're called. Back before my parents let me on the internet, I used to have a blast reading all the boomer comics lmao

I added pictures to try and explain the cartoon better!

[fitzs-space]

I remember this story, but I like this ending better.

Last comic of the year! bit of a softer ending then the comic I ended the year with last year.

But a thank you to all the people who have been interacting with all my art this year, I care for all of yall so much

And of course, a transcript is below

Jimmy: Hey G man, Jimmy: really reminds you of old times now don't it, Jimmy: G? Grian: yea, sometimes. watcher I’ve been trying not to think to hard about it if I’m honest pal Jimmy: It was fun, being on a server like this with you again, but, I got to head through soon, you’d better not go an disappear on us Grian! Grian: wouldn't dream of it Tim

[natalieironside]

Hey you should know about Billy & Tugboat SallyForth

Hey so my best good pal J.N. Fishhawk and his best good pal Johnny Rocket wrote and illustrated a children's book. You can get it through Barnes & Noble or on Patreon.

Hop aboard Tugboat SallyForth with Billy and his friends for a day of magical adventures above and below the weird, wild waters of the Wide Whim Sea.

Billy and his family live in the village of Can-A-Ree on the shores of the Wide Whim Sea. Billy's grandfather, the Old Salt, has taught him almost all there is to know about tugboating. Billy & Tugboat SallyForth follows Billy and his little crew--consisting of one Ship's Cat and one Ship's Rat--as they take a day trip to explore the watery wonders their world has to offer.

Billy's plan is to don his diving helmet and slip below the surface for a day of schooling with the fishes. Once he's in the water, his expedition doesn't quite go as planned. But with a little help from his (mostly) trusty first mate, he turns his troubles into an aquatic romp to remember. Deep beneath the waves, Billy makes a surprising new friend, and even manages to learn a few things along the way.

This first-in-a-series story introduces readers to the quizzical, quirky World of Whim Sea. Full color mixed media images, digital illustrations, watercolor paintings, and black and white pen-and-ink drawings portray Billy and his friends' sometimes silly, sometimes surreal escapades.

A hybrid of a picture book, a chapter book, and a sequential art book, Billy & Tugboat SallyForth mixes illustrator Johnny Rocket Ibanez's whimsical comic style imagery with author J.N. Fishhawk's playful, pun filled text to tell a tale of underwater adventure for kids of all ages.

Anyways you can buy the book

Check em out on Patreon

[metalhoops]

Steve never liked the cities. 

They were always too crowded, too noisy. He liked Hawkins. He liked a quiet life in the suburbs. It was part of the reason he’d never gone to college, that and having to worry about his adopted band of misfit kids and the hell dimension that opened every year. Yet, somehow he found himself on a weekend trip to Chicago.

It was all Eddie’s fault. He had to pick some things up from a music store in town for the band, he’d mention strings or amps. Steve only half understood. It was an excuse for Eddie to take his van to Chicago. Steve had been surprised to find himself invited.

“You never leave town since Vecna went dark, dude. How are you going to travel around with six kids and a Winnebago if you never leave Hawkins?” Eddie asked, somehow managing to convince Steve to join him. 

They took turns driving Eddie’s van.  Eddie’s choice of music was questionable, but his version of road trip games was even more worrisome. They’d been travelling behind an old truck for the better part of an hour when Eddie kicked his feet on the dash and questioned,

“What do you think would be the worst way to die right now? Because I’ve spent the past half hour watching that guy’s toolbox rattle around and I’m convinced a nail gun to the head would be a killer way to go.” 

Steve should’ve known better, but he’d give anything for a distraction from the long stretch of road. 

“Probably getting set on fire at a pump while you insist you need a smoke the second we pulled over at the last gas station,” Steve noted, switching on his indicator and passing the vehicle, using all the horsepower the poor-beat up van had. 

“And here I was thinking I had a twisted imagination,” Eddie spoke, before listing off a series  of more gruesome scenarios. 

By the time the two reached their motel, Steve felt strangely lighter. Whether it was the distance from Hawkins and the trouble it had caused him or because he and Eddie had spent an hour listing out worst-case scenarios until they felt comical and absurd instead of real and imminent threats, he didn’t know. Being trapped in a town with a rip in the fabric of space and time had a way of making you always feel on your guard. That night the two slept quickly and soundlessly. 

It was when they walked through town Steve remembered why he hated cities. He was left shuffling through unfamiliar streets, elbow to elbow with strangers, trying desperately to keep up with Eddie as the man weaved and ebbed with the crowd as Steve used to slice through water. Eddie was one with the city. Steve was apart from it.

Without thinking, Steve reached out, grabbing onto the hem of Eddie’s jacket, letting himself be guided. Eddie showed him where to step, how to move. He kept his head down and followed Eddie’s lead to the music store. Much to his surprise, when they were all done, and once more ready to head back into the fray of the foot traffic, Eddie offered the crook of his elbow for Steve to hold onto. 

“Hey, it’s easier than you almost tugging a hole in a perfectly good jacket. You don’t have a good track record, Harrington,” Eddie teased. He had a point. 

He hadn’t meant to make a habit of it. Yet the small action of latching onto Eddie to keep him at arm’s length followed the two back to Hawkins. 

The thing about hanging out with Eddie was that the man was surprisingly hard to keep up with. He was always rushing places at the drop of a hat, jerked one way or the other by whatever flight of fancy caught his attention. 

He’d be beside Steve at the Family Video store one minute, then darting to the horror section driven there by some tangential conversation, which then of course, would lead him to remember some old sci-fi film and send him running to the sci-fi section, only to find it lacking. That would lead him to Robin and their extensive movie catalogue on the computer, all the while, he’d still be talking to Steve. He found it easier to keep up with Eddie if he had a hold of him. 

He’d find his fingers tucked into the crook of Eddie’s elbow, hooked in the chain of his jeans or clinging to the cuff or hem of his shirt and trailing in the wake of him. 

Contrary to popular belief, Steve wasn’t an idiot. Not when it came to social situations. He knew being extra touchy with Eddie was something he could only do in certain situations. He was hyper-aware of it when he’d made the mistake of hooking his thumb into the back pocket of Eddie’s jeans in the arcade. The two had driven the kids there and were wasting time bouncing between watching the kids and playing pinball. 

A group of teenagers had been gawking at the two already, likely trying to work out what twist of fate had landed the former king of Hawkins High and current school Freak together. With the action, the mumbled whispers turned into slack jaws and less favourable words muttered just loud enough for Steve to hear. 

Steve wasn’t an idiot. He knew what it looked like. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want it to be like that, not that he’d voiced any of it. Not yet. He needed to do it in a town where people didn’t know his name, so people wouldn’t talk if he was reading Eddie all wrong. He didn’t think he was, he was good with reading people. 

In a crowd, holding onto Eddie was okay.  On their increasingly frequent trips to the city, Indianapolis, Chicago, and Fort Wayne. When no one else could see, that was okay. In small-town Hawkins, in broad daylight, it wasn’t. 

Steve suddenly understood the appeal of the city.  

[squatlord-draws]

Let’s Begin.

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[indouloureux]

First, thank you for writing Joseph fics being that there aren't many related to him other than just about Eddie, second, could you write a Joseph one where he and you are taking care of your 4 year old niece while your sister is out of town with her husband and she practically doesn't let go of him during that time to the point where you develop a baby fever from seeing them being cute together, and a while after that, he brings up the conversation of starting a family together

joseph with kids AT COMIC CON 🥹

you can't believe he agreed to do this.

sitting in front of your niece with glitter all over his face, smudged purple eyeshadow over his eyes, a cute little tiara standing on his curls and holding a little fairy wand she gave him. joseph looks like he's in 'catherine the great' again.

she's "pouring" him a cup of tea, your boyfriend handing him the plastic cup. the last straw was the pinky he rose as a sign of formality. you take your phone and take a picture of them.

joseph whips his head around you, and it's just then you noticed his lips are too pink. "well why are you just standing there? have a cuppa!"

he raises his plastic pink cup before taking a sip of his non-existent tea. you shake your phone. "we gotta go, babe. my sibling's coming home."

like a disappointed child on a playdate, they both whine. joseph drops the wand, places the cup back in it's plastic saucer and wipes only the lipstick off his face. "can't we just stay for a bit longer?"

"yeah," your niece, small, can barely reach the sink, walks over beside joseph with a small pout on his face. "we're not done with our tea party."

"she promised she'd make me taste the brownies."

"i think you'll want to eat it next week,"

probably because she made them right after digging his hands in the dirt and didn't even wash her hands. also you're sure you saw a worm moving inside.

your niece is as stubborn as you, wrapping her arms around joseph's legs, resting her head on his thigh. and he's developed a soft spot for him because he silently coos and rubs her head, both giving you eyes so big and begging you feel like you're ruining a party.

"i'm sorry," you bend to kiss her forehead. "we can come back next week, though."

despite that, she lets out a small cheer. joseph smiles at you as if you'd told him the offer, rubbing your niece's hair. "alright, little one," he wraps his arms around her legs and helplessly carries her as if she weighs nothing. "let's brush our teeth."

your heart melts at the sight of him sitting her down on the counter and picking her toothbrush up for her, watching your niece silently brush her teeth while kicking her feet, joseph instructing her to brush every part so she wouldn't have any cavities.

when she runs back to the living room, joseph stops you by wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace, your hands placing on his forearms as he kisses your forehead.

"she's a bit hyper, isn't she?" he whispers, looking at your niece. "she said she thought i was iron man. i'm flattered, really."

"yeah, well, don't let it get into your head," you place your palms flat on his chest. "she definitely loves you. god, i remember when i was her favorite."

he laughs and shakes his head, eyes softening at the sight of you looking up at him all pretty and tired. "hey, what do you say we have one of our own?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "right now?"

"well not right now," he rubs your back. "soon."

with a quick glance to your niece who's doing a good job of cleaning her toys, you look back to joseph, and realize he's still got that make up on. you tug on your sleeve and wipe on his eyelids. "well, i'm not opposed to it but i'm not ready, either."

his face wrinkles, hands soft on your back as you rub the make off his face when he smiles. "it's okay. we don't have to do it now."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[illicitlimerence-writes]

gold rush | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader word count: 1.7k words request: yes/no by an anon: "can we get smut with max (f1)? like he saw the reader with lando and he was getting too close? lol thanks xx" warnings: smut. fingering, (google translated) dutch pet names (translations are at the end), hints of playboy!lando(?), possesive!max, jealous!max (we love). pls lmk if there's anything i missed. this is a smut with feelings, bc idk enything else. a/n: so i wrote this while i was at work. i was writing the next part of my dad!mick fic and realized it was taking longer than i'd expected, so i came up with this.

my masterlist

(cute baby)

your boyfriend’s hands press possessively against your waist, he pulls you closer to his front, leaving no room or space between both of your bodies. your hand is holding his face, the other one is on his sweaty neck.

“having fun, mijn liefde?” he asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“with you, always,” you smile, leaning forward so you can press your lips against his. the hold on your waist tightens immediately, making you smile into the kiss as you cock your head to the side.

you’re thankful that the club you’re in is dark, the occasional colorful lights illuminating the entire room from time to time. you don’t need anyone else to see the way max is gripping the thin fabric of your dress, ready to rip it apart.

you know he’s half-drunk, a night out at a club to celebrate one of his victories is basically part of your weekly routine at this point, and each night out, it’s the same old story. you shouldn’t be surprised by now. by his incredible strength as he touches your body like he’s discovering it for the first time. he’s possessive, tender and needy all at the same time. you love it. you live for it.

“max,” you whisper on his lips.

“i know.” he grunts in response, making you giggle. “can we leave now, lieveling?” he presses his lips against your temple, you slide an arm around his waist.

“okay, let’s-”

“hey! fancy seeing you here,” a voice interrupts you, you turn to the side and smile at the boy in front of you.

“hi, lando! great job today,” you beam at him. the young brit was like a brother to you, and you knew how well he and max got along, which made you love him even more.

“thank you,” he smiles, and if the lights were on, you would’ve seen his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. you lean against max, your back against his chest as he circles your stomach with one arm. you place a hand on top of his, lacing your fingers between his.

“you’re all alone today?” you ask him, knowing that he loved the freedom of ‘no strings attached’.

“ah, yeah. just wanted to have some time to myself,”

“are you sure you’re in the right place?” you laugh, leaning your head against max’s chest. “schat, can you get me another drink?” you ask max, pouting a little.

“of course. i’ll be right back, schatje,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, and you instantly miss his warmth all around you. you smile at lando, who shifts his weight to one foot, unconsciously getting closer to you.

“so… got any plans for tomorrow?” he asks, leaning forward so you can hear him over the loud music.

“i think max and i are going to a museum,” you smile, biting your lip as you remember the way max surprised you with tickets to the museum you’d always wanted to visit.

“oh. cool,” he nods, “you look really pretty tonight,” he says, the smile on his lips is a shy one.

“just tonight?” you can’t help but tease, laughing at the way his eyes widen comically and he starts mumbling. “hey, i’m kidding.” you reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “and thank you,” you smile, feeling him relaxing under your touch.

“i mean it, though. you always look pretty, but tonight… it’s different,” he nods his head, eyes traveling over your body. you move your head down, causing a strand of hair to fall on your face. you lift a hand, but lando is quicker. gently, he moves it back, tucking it behind your ear, letting his thumb caress your cheek.

“one sex on the beach for the lady,” you hear in your ear, feeling max pressing his body against your back. you didn’t even notice lando dropping his hand back.

“thank you,” you whisper as you grab your tall glass and sip from the straw.

lando clears his throat, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“i should go now. it was nice to see you,” he waves his hand.

“bye, lan!” you smile, waving your hand, stopping once you feel max’s hand on your waist.

max leads you back to your booth in the private section, letting you slide in first, caging you in. you place your half-empty drink on the table, placing your hand on top of max’s, but he moves it from underneath yours, placing both of his hands on his lap.

oh, shit. you’re in trouble now.

“why did you let him touch you?” his voice is stern, serious, and demanding. you gulp, clearing your throat before answering.

“he was helping me with my hair, i-”

you freeze, feeling his hand on your thigh.

“go on,” he urged you to continue, acting like there was nothing wrong. “what did he say?” his face is turned toward you, lips moving slowly.

“he-” your voice comes out raspy, “he told me i looked pretty,” you continue, feeling his fingers moving as you speak, stopping as you do so as well.

“hmm,” he hums, “and what did you say?” his hand is now completely holding the bare skin of your thigh. “tell me everything,”

“i- i joked with him, a little,” you test, proving your theory right when his touch moves further up your thigh, inching closer to your core. slowly, you lean your back against the velvet booth, parting your legs carefully. “i asked him if he thought i only looked good today,” you turn your head toward him. “he blushed and stuttered.”

“did you like it?” he asks, and your breath hitches as you feel the pad of his middle finger ghosting over your core. “did you like making him feel that way?” you close your eyes, feeling him moving your underwear to the side.

you gasp as his finger draws a small circle on your clit, letting your head fall back.

of course, it doesn’t last long.

“keep talking. you talk, i touch,” he instructs, and you nod your head, already too desperate and wet for him.

“he asked if i had anything planned for tomorrow,” you continue, “i told him about the museum,”

“he wants you,” he cuts you off, you lean forward, placing your forehead against his shoulder, lifting your hips as his fingers touch your entrance slipping through your folds. “i’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks i, or anyone else, don’t notice.”

his fingers are quick, rough. you bite your lip as you try to hold back your moans.

“do you want him?” he asks, you shake your head, focusing on the way his middle finger is poking at your entrance. “words, schatje,” he commands.

“no, i don’t want him. want you, only you, please,” you breathe, closing your eyes as you breathe in sharply. “please,” you beg. you whimper as his hand leaves you, but you watch him lift his hand up to your lips.

without having to utter a word, you take his fingers in your mouth, cleaning off your wet arousal.

“that’s my good girl, je bent prachtig,” he says, removing his fingers and replacing them with his lips. you moan into him as he inserts two digits into you. curling them and taking the sweetest sounds from you. “how does it feel to know that everybody wants you,” he breathes against your neck, “everybody wonders what it would be like to have you, touch you, love you,” a kiss is pressed on your cheek, the sweet gesture a stark contrast to the way he is currently destroying you with his fingers. “everybody wants you, but only i get to have you,” you nod at his words, hands holding on to the edge of the table, but you quickly let it go as it doesn’t offer the support you need.

“fucking perfect,” he groans. one of your hands goes to his own thigh, nails leaving crescent moon marks even through the fabric of his pants. the other one grabs his wrist, the one he’s playing you with.

“fuck, yes, max. only you,” you whisper, lifting your hips to meet his fingers.

“you like it, don’t you? you like the attention, the eyes on you,” he moves his torso, completely covering you from possible prying eyes. “touch yourself,” he commands. you let go of him, your fingers playing with your clit. he leans in, kissing you, muffling the sounds that come out of you. you open your eyes, drowning in the deep blue of his orbs, even in the dark of the club, with the violet and red and green neon lights, they gleam and twinkle like stars on a dark night.

“and what about you?” you gasp, feeling the pressure inside your stomach tightening. “everybody wonders what it would be like to be loved by you, touched by you,” you kiss his neck, “everybody wants you,”

“but only you can have me,” he reassures you.

“good,” you whisper on his lips. letting a soft whimper leave your throat, silenced by his lips on yours. in return, his fingers speed up inside of you, he inserts a third one, the stretch feeling glorious at that moment. the added sensation of your own fingers on your bundle of nerves, his lips all over your face, the words he keeps repeating on your ear, it’s all enough to tip you over the edge.

your eyes shut, max’s heavy breath on your ear, your own blood rushing to your face, making your ears ring, it’s all part of the blissful afterglow that always comes with him.

“let’s get out of here,” he says after you’ve recovered, still breathing deeply, but your heart isn’t beating as erratic as it did before.

gently he helps you up, holding your hand with his fingers between yours, letting you lead the way. the crowd of people parting like the red sea. you walk through, holding onto max. once you’re outside, you shiver as you feel the cold night air, a stark contrast to the heat inside the club. you smile, leaning against max as he throws an arm around your shoulder, shielding you from the cold.

he may be a jealous, angry dutch man. but he was yours. and only you knew how to love him, only you got to know what it was like to be loved by him.

mijn liefde - my love lieveling - darling schat - treasure schatje - sweetheart je bent prachtig - you're beautiful (i think, if anyone speaks dutch pls let me know if they're correct so i can fix it<;3)

[hangmanapologist]

 Lonely Hearts Club Band | Bob Floyd

Bob Floyd x reader

a/n: I liked this idea more in my head but it was my resolution to finish at least one of the ideas in my drafts so you guys are stuck with this one because I miss working in a record store!!!!

summary: Bob tries to find something to distract from the loneliness, he finds her instead

warnings: brief mentions of death, fluff, mentions of grief

Many people knew Bob Floyd but they never really knew about him. Even those who thought they did.

They knew he was a Cancer, that his coffee order was a flat white and that his dog was his best friend. Bob never really seemed much deeper.

It wasn’t that he was afraid to let anyone in. Bob wanted nothing more than to spend hours talking about nothing and everything in between but he came to accept the fact that maybe romantic love wasn’t on the cards for him.

Physically, Bob didn’t think he was completely repulsive but socially? He was always the guy in the back, and no one gravitates towards that guy.

He was always gonna be the geeky band kid who went to prom with friends because he couldn’t get a date, the one who was never asked about what he did on the weekend, the one that everyone he worked with called a wallflower but really, they didn’t actually ask him anything about himself.

So, to feel less lonely, he started collecting things. He started with normal kid things, he had a pretty sick rock collection, Pokemon cards, Spiderman comics. His dad helped him put shelves all over his room to display them. They finally made him an interesting person. 

As he got older he graduated to records.

He was 13 when he bought his first record. He had saved all his birthday money and his Dad promised to take him to the small record store on the corner of the block after his piano lessons. All it took was a little bit of begging and agreeing to stop playing the drums after 8pm.

He still remembers the smell and the shrill ring of the bell as he opened the door and the way his eyes widened beneath his glasses, like a kid in a candy store, as he gazed at the songbooks, cassettes and vinyls that spread from one end of the store to the other.

Truthfully, he didn’t know where to start. So he asked his pops for help. He knew everything. Bob thought he was the smartest guy in the world and trusted every opinion he had. That’s how he ended up with his first record, “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band”. 

From there, it was a sordid love affair. He collected every vinyl he saw and played them until the grooves were worn in. He bugged his dad relentlessly, begging him to teach him every song he knew on the piano until his hands were cramped and he was playing ‘Hey Jude’ in his sleep. 

When his dad passed, not long after he had left for the navy, Bob played the piano during the funeral. He hadn’t touched any ivory keys since. He was all by himself to face the world. 

Curiosity had well and truly killed the cat.

“Will you hang with Rocky while I go take a look around” he questioned, gesturing behind him. “Take your time, we’ll do another round of the block.” Bob didn’t even wait to catch the last part of sentence while he pushed the door open and stepped inside. There wasn’t a shrill bell as he stepped in; but the air smelled like coffee and old vinyl sleeves and he could hear the faint croonings of Sam Cooke echoing through the store.

“Will you hang with Rocky while I go take a look around” he questioned, gesturing behind him. “Take your time, we’ll do another round of the block.” Bob didn’t even wait to catch the last part of sentence while he pushed the door open and stepped inside. There wasn’t a shrill bell as he stepped in; but the air smelled like coffee and old vinyl sleeves and he could hear the faint croonings of Sam Cooke echoing through the store.

It wasn’t busy but people filtered in and out of each section, some armed with songbooks, some with records. Others with both.

Bob headed straight for the classic rock section. He still had some vinyls at home, though his collection was much smaller than what it used to be. He still made a habit to listening to them as much as he could. He’d spend most of his mornings off cooking and doing laundry while The Beach Boys played throughout the all too quiet house. He still had a piano. He didn’t play anymore but it was a memory he always liked to look back on fondly. 

His long fingers comfidently flipped through the records, trying to find some of his favourites he forgot to bring with him. “You son of a bitch, there it is!” he smilled to himself pulling out the sleeve, handling it the way someone would handle a baby. He browsed a couple of other sections while making mental lists of ones that he wanted to add to his collection. He let eyes flit along the walls of songbooks and merchandise as he made his way to the register with the record safely under his arm. He stood at the counter humming alog to himself while he waited to be seen. He could see someone shuffling around a sideroom and he let out a gentle cough to alert of his presence. Then he saw you.

You know in romantic movies where the love interest appears and a cheesy 80′s song plays in the background? That’s how Bob felt. 

“Did you find everything you needed today?” you smiled. Bob thought you had a very pretty smile. It lit up the whole store.

He thought he could hear birds chirping when you smiled. You coughed gently, snapping him out of his trance. 

“I have a revolver” he blurted out, referring to the album, which was still half hidden from you. Not his best phrasing. “You know, if you didn’t have such a trustworthy face and an album under your arm I’d be pretty worried right now.” you grinned cocking an eyebrow playfully. Bob felt the blush creep to his cheeks under your gaze as he stuttered out an embarrassed sorry, handing the album over to you as he fished for his wallet.

You kept sneaking glances of him as you rang him up. The way he fished for the cash and pushed his glasses up his nose as he smiled at you endearingly. “That’s $25, whenever you’re ready.” “Oh no, it said $31 on the t-” “Oh yeah, that’s just a pricing mistake. Happens all the time.” you waved him off nonchalantly. You were lying of course, but the handsome man in front of you didn’t need to know that.

Your fingers brushed as he handed you the crisp bills in exchange for the bag. He had nice hands. Gentle but firm, you imagined.

He wanted to say something but he didn’t have a single thought that wouldn’t make him sound like a total weirdo. He just stayed there smiling at you, for what he thought was a second. It was clearly longer as the tapping on the glass broke him from his trance. “I think your friend is looking for you sir.” you smiled softly as you leaned over the counter and pointed toward the window. He caught a whiff of your perfume and swore he had died and went to heaven.

“Oh yeah, work stuff.” He nodded as he pushed his glasses up a little. A nervous habit. Was it hot in here? Was he the only one sweating? God what if you could tell he was sweating?

“You have a nice day now sir, don’t be a stranger!” you chirped watching the the handsome stranger awkwardly half run to the door, all six foot of him. “You too” he turned on his heel in a split second. “It’s just Bob.” “Okay, just Bob.”

You had a feeling you’d be seeing a lot more of ‘just Bob’ now.

“You lied to me.” Bob said approaching the counter, leaning a muscular forearm on it. “Bob?” you turned around questioningly upon hearing the slight drawl you had found yourself thinking about over the past few weeks. “You gave me an employee discount, I kept the receipts” “Look at you Nancy Drew.” you mocked as you continued wiping down the counters.

It was near closing and it was only the two of you in the store. If it was anyone else you would have done your best to hurry them out, but you didn’t mind his company. He’d become somewhat of a regular stopping in once or twice a week, usually buying all the classics everyone started with, you gave him the employee discount every time. Last week it was Queen, A Night At The Opera. This week who knows? He had his favourites though, usually The Beatles and their respective members.

“I brought you a coffee, as a thank you. I hope you like cappuccinos.” He offered the cup to you and you accepted graciously with a wry smile. “A cappuccino is good.”

He went to turn on his heel but you called his name out and he turned back questioningly, almost as if he thought he was hearing things. “We have books- I mean, you like The Beatles right?” you questioned as you dug through the stock below the counter. He popped his head over, looking down on you curiously as you rustled through boxes. “Yeah, Sgt. Pepper’s was my first record” he confided nostalgically, chin resting on his hand. You let out a little hmph of triumph as your fingers curled around exactly what you were looking for. “We got a song book! I remembered you like them so I held it back for you. You said you played piano right?” you leapt to your feet as Bob leaned back, avoiding a collision.

“Oh…” he scratched the back of his neck avoiding your eyes. He felt awful, you were clearly so excited to give this to him and here was, keeping you past closing and probably about to offend you. “I haven’t played in years really… not since my dad passed. It was kind of our thing.”

Bob hated this part of conversations. The part where people’s eyes filled with pity and they started talking down to you like an upset child, but you weren’t.

You grabbed a sharpie from the cup on the desk and opened the book, scrawling digits on the cover before you slid it across the counter. Making your move across the chess board. Throwing the ball in his court. “That’s my number. If you ever want to get back into it. I give piano lessons to some kids after work on Wednesdays but I’m sure I can squeeze you in.”

So he considered it.

Bob thought nothing bad could happen in your presence. Not with the way you smelled like vanilla. Or the way your lipstick stained your coffee cups. Or the way your hair always looked so soft. Not with the way your smile alone lit up the darkest corners of a room. You were like a halo of light in a big, dim world.

He could hear you shifting back and forth on your heels, waiting for any sort of acknowledgment on the offer.

“Can you do Thursdays?” You squinted your eyes in mock concern but couldn’t fight the smile bubbling to the surface. “I’ll ask my guy… see what I can do.” “Then I guess I’ll text you when I’m home” he smiled coyly, raising the book in acknowledgment.

“I take vanilla… in my cappuccino.”

Of course you do.

You paced around the the living room, the only sound being your shoes on the hardwood floors and your quick shallow breaths. Bob had called when he left to let you know he was on his way and all of a sudden you weren’t feeling so sure about this. What if you embarrassed yourself? What if you had been too insistent and you had upset him? You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it until it was somewhat presentable before the knocking on your door echoed in your hallway.

“I told you to just walk in, you know?” you said pointedly letting Bob in. “I don’t know about you, but my mama raised me with manners, miss” he teased with an exaggerated twang, trailing behind you.

His eyes followed every last detail as you showed him around your home. There were pictures lining every wall. With friends, with family, on vacation, in the store… you name it and you probably had it framed somewhere. No sign of a boyfriend though. Not that he had a chance but it’s nice to have a little hope. Ever the eternal optimist.

“…but you didn’t come here to see my bedroom.” you trailed off, nudging him from his trance while guiding him to the piano in the living room. If he was honest he would tell you he only caught the end of that sentence but it’s okay to not be honest sometimes.

Bob was a beautiful man. You studied his features in the warm light of the room as his eyes flit across the notes on the page in front of him. His eyes were honest and when you looked in them you were drowning and you didn’t care about coming up for air. When he smiled he smiled with his whole face. His eyes crinkled, his cheeks dimpled and a lopsided grin adorned his cherub like face. He lit up the room like the sun lit up the morning sky after the long, cold, dark winter nights.”

“You have pianist hands” you blurted out while he half heartedly banged out another Billy Joel song on the ivory keys. The ‘lesson’ was long over and the room was filled with laughter as he attempted to play some of the worst covers you have ever heard. “These are million dollar hands I’ll have you know! I’m not sure how the navy would take that compliment” “Oh shut up. You know what I mean.” In an act of courage or stupidity, maybe both, Bob gently grabbed your hand resting on the keys and held it up to his. “They’re so small” he pouted, only half mocking you. “Maybe you just have freakishly big hands, bully someone your own size Lieutenant.” you leaned in slightly, pushing his hand back. 

“Can I play you one more?” He leaned his forehead against yours with pleading eyes. Jutting his lip out for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes playfully. “If you play one more Billy Joel song I’m gonna get evicted.” “No. I promise. It’s one my dad taught me.” His face softened at the word and your heart sighed for him. “This ones for you papa Floyd” you said toasting your coffee mug to the ceiling. Bobs eyes followed forlornly. “S’ones for you pops.”

Your shoulders pressed flush together as his fingers worked across the keys. A soft, familiar tune came from them and you felt him hum along. “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better…” his body pushed against you in encouragement, prompting you to join in softly while he sang.

The last time Bob had played this song was at the funeral but something was telling him it was time to move on. To make it the song he remembers without tears clouding his eyes while he hurries to the bathroom. It was hard to be sad while your head lay on his shoulder and you looked like angel. Sang like one too. Maybe his mama was right. Maybe angels were real.

He finished the song with a solemn smile as you lifted your head. “That was really nice…” you grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You wanted him to know that you were there for him.

Your touch sent butterflies to his stomach. He thought about every time your hand brushed his. Every time you called his name cheerily over your shoulder when he came in. Every time he wished he was going home with you. Every time he wished the lipstick stained coffee cups were littering his car.

“I think I want to kiss you” you hadn’t meant for it to come out so suddenly. You didn’t even know you were speaking until you stopped. Your cheeks were flushing red under his gaze.

He felt all the air leave his lungs. He thought about this a lot. Maybe he was still dreaming. But the soft press of your lips on his confirmed otherwise. Your hand cradled his face like he was made of glass. Bob had never been treated so gently. You pulled away but kept a hold on his cheek. He liked that. It reminded him he wasn’t about to wake up to his alarm. “Can you kiss me again?” you barely let him finish the sentence before you were pressed to him. His hands instinctively pulled you into his lap where you fit like pieces of a puzzle.

“Stay the night, I just want to kiss you” “Where’s the bedroom again?”

[jvngkook97]

hey sage! love ur work. can i request a jungkook scenario where ur his date to an awards show and it’s the first time ur seen in public together? i love fluff, but u can do what ever u feel. thank u!!!

Star Of The Show

pairing; idol!jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, smut, established relationship, awards show au

warnings; cursing, light angst in the form of a small squabble, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play, tongue fucking, nipple play, praise kink, dirty talk, semi (?) public sex in an alley, pretend that Jungkook is the only one who sings ‘for youth’ for all intents and purposes of this fic, and that he’s not part of BTS

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,382

a/n; this request has been saved in my drafts for awhile, so I apologize for the wait! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Jeon Jungkook has been your boyfriend for the better half of three years.

The only catch? You two have been a secret.

The public has no idea who you are, nor what you look like.

Until now.

Jungkook was currently half way around the world on a promotional tour that ends with him coming back home to you, him having been invited and nominated for a prestigious award that all artists who had a career in music could only ever dream of being part of the category.

The ‘Artist of the Year’ award presented by the World Music Awards show.

You nearly spit out your drink when he told you so casually over FaceTime. He was even in the middle of doing a simple task of washing dishes, his phone propped against a stack of decorative recipe books he’s never looked through.

As he aggressively scrubbed two day old dishes where the food was basically engrained in them at this point, he grunted it out, brows furrowed in sheer determination to rid of the scum.

“Oh! I didn’t tell you. I’m nominated for the Artist of the Year Award.” His tongue began poking out from between his lips in concentration, his gaze completely off your comically gaping mouth that he would’ve laughed at otherwise if he wasn’t currently distracted.

“Jungkook! That’s amazing! Why the hell are you at home doing dishes instead of celebrating?”

He paused in his scrubbing to flash you a quick guilty look, before continuing with his assault on the dishes. You tried not to get side tracked yourself, eyes lingering on the way his arms flexed deliciously from the domestic task. Him looking all the more irresistible in his tight, black, long sleeved, turtleneck he was wearing today. Leaning close to the camera with a suspicious look on your face, your voice was eerily calm as you spoke his name.

“Jungkook.” Silence.

You gasped at his complete and utter betrayal.

He winced, and chanced a glance at your FaceTime video call form, apology already dripping from his supple, yet traitorous lips.

“Y/N—Baby, you know, it’s a funny story?” He laughed falsely, as his Adam’s apple bobbed due to him gulping in fear of being on the bad end of your wrath.

“When. Did. You. Find. Out. Baby?”

Your eyes were narrowed into slits, as you slowly spoke making sure to annunciate each word clearly.

His voice was low, but you heard him answer.

“JEON JUNGKOOK.” The dish he was holding fell from his grip and back into the overly soapy water in the sink, the loud crash making him let out a low whine, on top of your enraged voice booming from his phone speaker. “IT TOOK YOU A WEEK TO REMEMBER TO TELL ME?”

“I’m sorry! I got lost in the scheduling! Then when I found out, the entire team decided to celebrate at this new restaurant that just opened up nearby. We all got pretty plastered and I barely remember Greg, he was the security guard for the night by the way, having to haul my ass back to my room.”

Dishes completely disregarded, his still wet and soapy hands went to rub his neck, before running against his nose, as he gave you his best puppy dog pout. Your figure sunk lower into the couch you were currently sitting on, a random movie with the volume turned low running in the background.

He could see the reflection of the lights of the tv on your disgruntled face as you pointedly looked away from the camera when he turned his full attention to you.

“I know, I know. I should’ve called you the moment we all found out. You’ve been a part of this journey as much as I have and it was stupid of me on my part to disregard that fact. Can you forgive me, y/n?”

You mumbled something but he couldn’t hear you. Using a tactic as his own way of believing it could somehow make him hear you better, he leaned in as close as he could to the phone as he asked you to repeat yourself.

“You have soap bubbles on your nose. Idiot.”

“Oh. I do.” He used the back of his sleeve to wipe it clean, and when his gaze locked with yours once again, he was relieved to see a crack of a smile appear on your lips.

Sighing exaggeratingly loud, you gave him an answer to his previous question.

“Fine. I guess I’ll forgive you.”

His bunny toothed smile was halfway formed, before it disappeared completely at your next words.

“But you owe me, Jeon.”

He didn’t miss the way your voice dropped low, a sultry edge to it that sounded almost like a cat purring. Your innocent face only making his lower body react more as he bit his lip, eyes following the lone finger that you slowly dragged down your chest to disappear off camera. His hips unconsciously ground into the counter he was leaning against, already looking for a source of some kind of friction.

He knew where it was going. He knew what you meant.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. It’s yours.”

As if flipping a switch, your attitude changed completely to one full of excitement and happiness for your boyfriend.

“I’m glad I get to share this moment with you, koo. You deserve it and I’m so proud of you.” The sincerity of your words had him wiping at the corner of his eyes as he gave you a shy smile.

“Me too.” He gave a watery laugh, as you cooed at him lovingly. “But the hard part is still yet to come.”

“Hard part? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to step into the spotlight.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and you were once again rivaling that of a fish out of water with how wide your mouth was open. And this time, Jungkook did laugh at you.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Trying to fix a stubborn baby hair that kept sticking up, you finally cheered in victory when it decided to stay flat, though you were getting high off the hair spray fumes at this point from all the failed attempts.

Your nerves were shot, your hands were shaking as you smoothed down your dress from imaginary wrinkles, your dress being the same exact pattern as Jungkook’s suit he was wearing tonight.

The night of the awards.

The night where Jungkook would publicly announce that you two are together.

Your phone vibrates within the hidden pocket of your dress, a little detail that Jungkook made sure the dress had for your convenience. Fishing it out, you saw that it was a text from him.

Koo 🫦: Your name is already on the VIP list 😉

I feel so important!

Koo 🫦: You deserve the world.

Don’t mind me just over here swooning.

Koo 🫦: Haha. You’re so cute, baby.

Oh! The car just arrived, I’ll see you there!

Koo 🫦:🥂😘💜👌🏻

It only took 15 minutes of driving from your place in order to reach the theatre in which the award show would be hosted at, your phone once again buzzing in your pocket that you swiftly took out to read and reply back to his text.

Koo 🫦: You almost here?

Koo 🫦: My new music video just premiered and fans are going WILD!

Omg! Opening YouTube now!

Koo 🫦: Orrrrr you can see me in person instead 😌

Coming to a complete stop, the chauffeur tapped on the car window, a sign that he would be opening the door in a second so you better get yourself together.

Centering yourself, you braced for what lay behind your only remaining source of privacy, cause once it opened, that was it.

The world would know who you are.

Here! About to exit the car and walk in. See you in a sec. xoxo 💋

Just as Jungkook said, your name was on the VIP list. You made it past security with ease and began your life changing choice of walking onto the red carpet. Instead of shying away, you walked with poise, grace, elegance and confidence. Your back was straight, chest out, chin high — and you made that red carpet your bitch.

You strutted as if you owned the place, and you knew for a fact that you looked sexy as fuck. All eyes are on you and everybody has the same question in mind.

‘Who is this shining star?’

You walk past the screaming fans who are hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite celebrity of the night, the blinding sea of lights of the paparazzi who all fought for a front row shot of all the various celebs you were carefully maneuvering your way through as they posed on the carpet for pictures, and you just stop.

You look around and take it all in — the lights, the glamour, the energy.

Suddenly, the crowd around you goes wild.

For a second, you think they’re screaming at you, but then you see a ring clad, tattooed hand reach out from behind you to firmly grasp your own, fingers interlocking with yours in the process. You turn around, hair whipping behind you as a wide smile appears on your face.

“There you are!”

“Hey, stranger.”

Jeon Jungkook looked like the embodiment of sex on legs. His suit matched your dress to a tee, the patterns lining up seamlessly as he pulled you snug into his side, completely ignoring the surrounding uproar of those around you to give you a charming smile and loving kiss on the lips.

“You look stunning, baby.” His eyes devoured your figure, as he not so subtly got an eyeful of your boobs and the way the dress accentuated them wonderfully.

“You’re one to talk.” Your eyes raked over his figure with hidden desire, as you spoke through your teeth, smiling for the cameras. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until we’re home for that favor you owe me.”

He let out a strangled laugh, as he smiled for the cameras as well, his witty response coming not even a second later.

“There’s a 15 minute intermission at the halfway point of the show, I’ll give you your favor then.”

“Can’t wait.” With one discreet pinch to his butt, that conversation was over, for now.

His face became serious as he looked down at you to ask you a question.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You responded in light.

Giving you one last peck on the lips, he lets go of your hand to wrap an arm securely around your waist, once again pulling you flush into his side as he guided you away from the crowd and cameras to head inside the theatre, both of you waving politely as you go.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

He leads you to your seats that are located right in front, only a six foot gap is what was between you and the stage, lit up stairs wrapped around the front of it so it’s easier for the winners to make their way up wherever they sat.

A shiver goes down your spine. You can literally feel the thousands of eyes on you, coming from all angles. From your seat, you could hear the scattered whispers from other celebrities you know and don’t know alike.

They all know who Jungkook was, and now they want to know who you are. You shuffle in your chair, feeling a bit uncomfortable if you’re being honest. You weren’t used to having so much attention on you, but you know you’re going to need to get used to it, and quick.

Jungkook notices your awkward demeanor, placing his hand on your bare thigh, your dress having ridden up from sitting down. He gives you a light squeeze, making you look at him.

His face is warm and understanding.

“They’re all curious. You’re the first date I’ve brought to an event.”

“Wait. Seriously? Like, ever?” Your voice was one of disbelief. He was in the business long before you met him. You just always assumed he had some girl on his arm for these events, being more than well aware how many women would kill to be in your position right now.

He gave an amused chuckle, thoroughly finding your reaction to be funny.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“But—Why? I’m sure a lot of people would’ve killed to be seen by your side.”

“Well, I only want to be seen by you, with you. So.” He gave you a cheesy smile, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’m making a statement to my fans and managers. You are a huge part of my life and they’ll have to get used to it. That’s one of the reasons why I wanted you to go with me to this event, so we show our shared solidarity on the matter.”

As much as you wished for this moment, now that it’s here, it’s hard for you to fully process. You were happy, you were thrilled, you were ecstatic, yet you were also sad. You were going to need the time to mourn your previous life with Jungkook in order to fully step into your new one. But now wasn’t the time. Right now, you needed to show your unwavering support and your unconditional love.

Despite his calm demeanor, and his confident tone, you needed to ask him a very important question.

“I’m worried you might come to regret this decision, are you sure about doing this?”

His eyes soften, his smile as well. He leans forward to lay his forehead against yours not caring who is watching. All he cares about is you and reassuring you.

“Y/N, look at me. I’ve never been happier. Zero regrets, baby.”

You feel the tension leave your body.

You do belong there, with Jungkook.

The lights begin to slowly dim as he presses his lips firmly against yours before straightening himself back up in his seat. Your hand is still firmly grasped in his larger one and he throws you one last signature bunny toothed grin before diverting his attention towards the stage.

The show is about to begin.

“Here we go.” His voice is shaky, his own nerves starting to poke through his usual tough persona.

You take the opportunity to lean in and whisper what you hoped to be words of comfort and encouragement.

“You’re going to win!”

“Don’t jinx it!” He whispers back, knocking his elbow lightly with yours to let you know he was joking.

The Music World Award show is phenomenal.

Laser’s and smoke, then, rain pours inside as an upcoming band takes the stage and plays the most incredible mixture of pop and classic sounds.

One after the other, bands and artist go on stage to both perform and accept awards alike. You seriously cannot even begin to fathom that you are sitting within the same vicinity as all of these amazing artists, let alone being Jungkook’s date.

As another performance comes to an end, Jungkook turns to you, already half standing by the time you register his words. The lights around you begin to grow brighter to allow guests to move around freely without bumping into anything or anyone.

“Intermission. 15 minutes. Let’s go.”

You’re both out of the venue with little to no interruptions from those who know Jungkook and greet him as you two pass by like a fire has been lit under your asses.

And in a way, it has.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just before your back hits the cool brick wall of the secluded and nearly pitch black alleyway, does Jungkook make sure that his hand is on the back of your head to prevent it from banging against the wall.

His lips are pressed against yours for a millisecond before he glances at his watch out of his peripheral and his eyes widen considerably. Pulling away, he drops towards the ground, his knees hovering dangerously close to the equally as cool, very wet, floor. His feet alone are what is keeping him from teetering close to getting his dress pants ruined, and that can’t happen, not when he still has use for it.

A surprise that you have no clue about.

He’s thankful that your dress isn’t too tight, and just loose enough for him to shove upwards enough for him to reach your clothed, wet patched underwear that was hidden underneath.

Normally, he would rip the flimsy material right off and begin to tease you methodically and mercilessly until you’re a blubbering and begging mess for any kind of release, but there’s literally no time for any sort of foreplay.

So, instead, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder to allow him better access, the action making you dig your heel into the flooring more in order to keep upright from the devouring he was about to do that you know for a fact will have you nearly close to collapsing by the time he’s done with you, though you know he’ll never let you fall.

Not providing any warning, he hooks a finger into the side of your now soaked underwear to yank it forcefully to the side, the extent of his force causing a small tearing sound, signaling that he’s stretched the material a bit to far for its liking, not that you care at the moment.

Within moments his head is between your thick thighs, the pad of his tongue making a long firm lick from the bottom of your puckering hole, between the crevice of your puffy pussy lips, and finally to your hooded clit. He puckers his lips against the swollen bud and begins suckling on it. He hums in a rhythmic pattern, the vibrations making you lightly place your hand on the back of his head, you being careful not to mess up his styled hair.

Your chest is already heaving, soft pants escaping your lips as you tilt your head back to stare up at the stars that are scattered in the inky black of the night sky. For a second, you feel like you could touch them, especially when Jungkook buries two ring clad, tattooed fingers knuckle deep into your already dripping hole.

He pumps them in short bursts, curling them to access the spongey part of your pussy in order to bring you closer to your impending orgasm. His mouth pauses in his assault on your clit to look up at your heaving, panting, form and he thinks you look stunning. Unconsciously, you began groping your boobs, fingers twisting the peaks through the thin material with ease as you opted not to wear a bra with it.

The lewd squelching sounds that came from you, along with the way your walls started constricting around his fingers, had him knowing that you were getting close. Bringing his mouth back down towards your clit, he still looked up at you, and with every word that came out of his mouth, his breath and lips fanned over your aching bud deliciously.

“Look at you, baby girl. Taking my fingers so well. If only there was time for your pretty pussy to cum around my cock, yeah?” His low, sultry voice, broke your from your delirium as you tilted your head back down to his kneeling form to mewl softly at his words. Your thighs began to shake, pussy fluttering even more, as his praise mixed with dirty talk spurred you on. You had to cover your mouth to prevent the loud moans that wanted to bubble up out of your mouth and into the echoey alley way in fear of attracting any sort of attention to warrant someone to check out the area you were in.

His eyes are stuck on yours, full of lust and love. God, did he wish you did have more time. With that thought, his eyes flicker towards his wrist to check the time once more, then shoot right back up to lock with your desperate ones.

“5 minutes, honey. Can you cum for me, baby girl? Let me taste that sweet pussy I love so much, please?” When his voice turns pleading, it does something to you. You don’t want to disappoint him and not give him what he desires, your submissive side wouldn’t allow that.

“Tongue fuck me, I’m close.” Your whiny voice quietly requests of him, and he obliges with your wishes in an instant, his fingers pulling out of your dripping folds to find purpose on your engorged clit, while he shoves his tongue into your glistening hole with expert precision. Bobbing his head in time with your pants, he tongue fucks you to your nearly screaming orgasm, his name muffled behind both hands you had to clamp over your mouth to stop it from happening.

Your thighs clench around his head and shake, hips thrusting in time with his still invading tongue as he makes sure to not let one drop of your slick slip past his puckering lips. The slurping sounds he made had your cheeks flushing once you began to come down from your high.

The moment he pulls away from your pussy to stare into your content ones, does the alarm on his watch go off.

It was time to head back in, and you both couldn’t be late, he couldn’t be late. Not for what was planned.

Securing your still drenched panties back over your pussy, he gives the now clothed core a hasty kiss before springing back up on his feet to tower over your leaned back against the wall form. You immediately reach up to plant a loving, slow kiss to his now swollen lips from his ministrations.

His hands shimmy your dress back down over your slightly trembling thighs while he kisses you back, giving your ass a hard squeeze with both hands grabbing a cheek each. Pulling away he gazes at you lovingly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it back to your seats in record time, the lights only starting to dim once your butts are firmly planted in them. Or, yours was. But for some reason, Jungkook was still standing.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Koo—,” you give him a confused look as he cuts you off with a chaste kiss on the cheek before he’s turning around and bounding off, but not before giving you a wink and one last longing glance.

You have no idea what’s going on, and the confidence you once held plummets into oblivion as you’re left alone in the darkness of the theatre, no longer having Jungkook next to you as your rock.

You only hoped he would be back soon, whatever he was up to.

A raucous applause and loud talking has your attention focused back on the stage in front of you and not in the direction that Jungkook ran off in. As if reading your mind, he does exactly that, but not in the way you expected.

Jungkook walks onto the stage and stands in front of the mic stand that’s placed precisely in the middle, directly in front of your shocked form.

Wait. Is he part of the show? What the fuck.

Why didn’t he tell you?

Jungkook waves and smiles at the crowd for a moment, the spotlight illuminating his figure that turns into a focused one once he locks eyes with you. He looks like some sort of god, you swear. The theatre goes even more wild as a melody begins to play and you soak in the energy.

A soft violin is what the sound is, Jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you as he speaks into the mic, gripping it with one hand.

“I wrote this song for someone amazing. Someone who I want you all to meet.”

He doesn’t need to address where you’re at, the whole theatre already knows, but right now all you see is him.

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as you place your hand over your heart and mouth three words to him.

‘I love you.’

He mouths back the same words, mimicking your position of his hand over his own heart.

‘I love you too.’

The violin intro finishes and Jungkook begins to sing acapella. His voice is perfect. Raspy, but smooth. Deep and powerful, yet romantic. His riffs color the melody, seducing everyone in the audience.

He was born to be on stage, a born singer.

You find yourself hypnotized by the melody and the lyrics.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you)

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true)’

Your body sways side to side as you savor this moment in it’s entirety, truly feeling blessed. The song continues on.

My pride, my heaven, and my love.

It was dark everywhere (it was dark).

In the meantime, a ray of light (a ray of light)

I'm really glad it's you.

We shine because we are together,

Running and falling,

Raise me up and fall down oh.

Would you give me that hand,

how many times will it happen.

If you are tired, you can rest for a while

waiting for you always here.

Daydreamin' bout us facin',

Really don't wanna say it but—’

You hold your breath as Jungkook sings in a crescendo and hits a powerful high note effortlessly, giving you goosebumps. His grip tightens around the mic, his head tilting naturally as he gets lost in the music with his eyes closed.

Instruments join in. Violins and piano, followed by a full orchestra that appears in the background as the curtains pull back to reveal them at the height of the song.

Everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook at this point, especially when he halts mid verse. The song isn’t over; the music still plays in the background. Yet, he steps down the steps located in front of you and walks up to you with purpose in each foot fall.

His hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair as he leans down and kisses you passionately. Adrenaline and fireworks explode in your stomach. In this moment you don’t know or care where you are, nor do you heed any mind to the thousands of pairs of eyes watching you. You kiss him back just as passionately, as the orchestra goes into the song’s climax.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and, still inches away from you, he gives you a smile.

“Everyone’s watching!” You state nervously, as if he wasn’t aware of it already.

“I don’t care.”

He cuts off any protests from you with another deep kiss. The orchestra still plays. He then pulls away from you abruptly and turns to run back up the steps and onto the stage to firmly plant his feet back in front of the mic stand. Gripping the mic once again, he goes into the final verse of the song.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you),

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true).

You're my best friend,

For the rest of my life.

I wish I could turn back time, ooh.

I'll be with you,

For the rest of my life, ooh, ooh, yeah.

Rest of my life.’

The orchestra mellows out, leaving Jungkook’s voice and the soft melody of the violins behind.

The audience applauds in a standing ovation, as do you. Jungkook bows gracefully in response, both hands coming up to wave at the crowd and give hand kisses. His eyes then catch your happy ones, all he really cares about right now, and he blows a kiss to you specifically. You pretend to catch it and hold it to your heart.

He then disappears backstage as the host of the awards show walks up to the microphone. Moments later, Jungkook tip-toes back to his seat and he’s once again sitting next to you. His hand immediately searches for yours, interlocking your hands together as he raises the back of your hand to his lips to leave a kiss.

“How was I?” He whispers lowly, but loud enough for you to hear.

“You were literally perfect.”

Leaning across the arm rest between you, you give him a peck on the lips.

On stage, the host announces the last award of the evening — the ‘Artist of the Year’ award.

“The winner of this year’s Artist of the Year award goes to—,” the host’s voice trails off to build suspense as the crowd, including you and Jungkook, wait with bated breath. He opens the envelope in his hands to read the winner’s name that’s written on a piece of paper inside.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The theatre shakes from applause and energy. This is a well deserved victory that everyone saw coming except Jungkook.

He looks at you in shock.

“I won?” His voice is one of disbelief.

“I knew you could do it, baby!”

You have to pull Jungkook to his feet and push him towards the stage, he’s still full of shock. He walks nervously up the steps and to the host, greeting him with a polite smile as he grabs the golden statue from his extended hands.

Stepping up to the mic, he begins his speech.

“No one knows this, but at a previous time in my career, I was thinking about leaving music. Inspiration had cut me loose and I felt like I was never going to find it again. And then y/n—,” he locks eyes with you as he says this, his voice cracking from emotion as he does so. “—came into my life and reminded me why I love music so much. I am glad to announce that I plan to stick around for many years to come, so please continue to support me and my future endeavors. Thank you.”

With one last graceful bow, the audience goes wild. Some applaud, others cry, reporters point their cameras at you and a thousand flashes go off — welcome to the world of stardom.

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The night goes on. The host wraps up the ceremony and all the musicians, celebrities and guests alike exit the theatre. You both linger behind until it’s mainly just you two, minus a few stragglers scattered about that aren’t within listening distance.

“That was a night to remember.” He says as he carefully turns the trophy in all angles, both admiring and relishing the fact that he’s actually holding it in his own two hands.

“Tell me about it!” Your voice is soft, but full of excitement and admiration of your own for the lovely human being in front of you that you get to call yours.

His attention turns to you as he gives you a guilty, but sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry for throwing you into the spotlight. You outshined everyone here.”

“Really? Did I?” You asked playfully, not believing him in the slightest.

“Really.” His expression was warm and full of love as he uttered his next words before leaning in to give you a loving kiss. “In a room full of stars, you were the brightest.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Want to go home?” He murmurs into your hair with a light kiss.

“Not yet. I don’t want this night to end.”

He smiles and rests his head on top of yours.

“Thank you.” His voice is quiet.

“For what?”

“For standing by me. For bringing inspiration back to me. For coming tonight. For so many things.”

His sincere words make you open your eyes as you look at him.

“Well, thank you.”

“What did I do?” He asks genuinely curious.

“For being you, and for loving me as I am.”

“Always. You’re stuck with me.” He grins at you cheekily.

You two look around in the silence and realize you’re finally all alone. But there’s one last thing you need to do before this night ends.

So, you kiss him, before making him stand up with you. You begin walking as he trails behind you with a confused face.

“Where are we going?”

You throw a wink back at him as you give him a sultry smirk.

“Time to give you your reward, from me.”

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