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Do you think because of Y/N helping him like grow as a person, do you think this groan version of him would take an interest in Megumi after Toji dies? I donât think heâd be necessarily try to take care of Megumi full time but I could see him being invested in his care. I feel like Naoya wouldnât have let Megumi go into his teen years not knowing much about his father lol
I HIT SEND TOO QUICKLY Hi, Iâm the Naoya and Megumi anon. I also wanted to mention how I think itâd be cute to see how Y/N would interact with Megumi as well. I feel like Megumi would grow closer to Y/N faster than he would go both Naoya and Satoru since Iâm sure those two could be annoying to him lol
Hi anon hehehehehehe. Sorry for taking a while to respond đ„č I couldn't really think much about a scenario between the two interacting, but after a while, I think I finally got it!
This was nice to write, it's like a nothing goes terribly wrong AU. One can certainly dream.
Warnings: nothing major, just naoya being a tiny douchebag before realizing his mistakes :) also, I had to change the timelines because when satoru met megumi you were like 15 and that's the age I envisioned you meeting naoya for the first time lol (me taking creative liberties, as usual); but outside of that, fluff.
Happy reading!!
Iâm going to be honest with you, I do not think Naoya would care much about Megumi initially outside of his similarities to Toji, but even then, it doesnât last that long because he rather have the real deal, if that makes sense. Megumiâs relationship to his favorite person in the whole wide world is actually to his detriment.
However, things donât turn out for the worse until he finds out why he was welcomed into the Zenâin estate in the first place.
Because heâs essentially his replacement! If not the preferred option⊠and this revelation has Naoya seething with anger. How dare his family do that to him, after all heâs done for them?!
And believe me when I say Naoya was more than ready to retaliate, find a way to sabotage the poor kidâ
Until you stepped in and disapproved of his actions.
But not only that, your engagement too, and possibly even your relationship.
âCanât you see how critical this is?! I am to lose my title, my place in this family because of thisâkid!â Naoya tries to justify his actions, attempts to convince you of his erroneous beliefs and support him. âWeâre going to lose everything! Is that the life you want?! To be thrown out into the streets?!â
But youâre not having it, because thatâs not why you fell in love with him in the first place.
âI donât care if we live in poverty, Naoya. However, I do care if I am to face those struggles with a man Iâm suddenly surprised to learn heâs not the type of father I want for my future children.â
Your statement certainly shakes the foundations of his behavior for a bit, though heâs kind of back at it again soon after, believing youâd return to your usual self in no time. Like it always goesâŠ
However, itâs not until your prolonged, absolutely painful silence towards him, enough to refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, that he finally snaps out of his delusions.
Itâs now clear to him that your words referred to your reconsideration of this engagement, fearing that the way he behaved towards his innocent nephew might actually be a direct reflection of his fatherhood. One of the many things you are non-negotiable about.
Heâd have to be naĂŻve to think his relationship, his future children, couldnât entail a possibility like this. Like his clan hadnât accepted his engagement to you for the slightest possibility of begetting a son with their inherited technique.
Neither had thought much about it, perhaps too enthralled with the idea of spending the rest of their lives togetherâbut this was a very plausible circumstance. Or at least it was until the obnoxious white-haired heir came along and dragged poor Megumi and his sister into a world he was previously unaware of.
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And he just had to go ahead and disappoint you, didnât he? Eagerly considering doing things he would never attempt against his own children⊠all because he was jealous.
No wonder you didnât want to relate to him anymore. He was acting the same way his family did! How they taught him to be.
The same behavior that once threatened this relationship to never exist, unless he changed for the good.
Naoya thought he did, but with the prospect of his future marriage now hanging by a string, heâs not so sure anymore.
Still, hope remains. A sliver of opportunity for him to retract his denouncing actions and do whatâs right before itâs too late.
For you.
For Megumi.
So, willing to put his (imaginary) differences aside, he approaches young Megumi with intentions of bridging the gap between the two and getting to actually know him; his first and perhaps only relative to care enough to do so, it seems.
Unfortunately, Megumi wasnât too keen on following his lead. In fact, he didnât want to entertain anything that might entail the heir, which honestly surprised Naoya since his preconceived notions influenced him to believe otherwise. This kid is essentially going to get his job, wouldnât he like to know more about it??
Not really. For all he could care for was the wellbeing of his sister, another young child Naoya grew slightly indifferent to after hearing she wasnât really related to his cousin, a stepchild. He had no quarrel with her, but he wasnât the best âin-lawâ either.
Well, at least this made his job easier when it came to getting into Megumiâs good graces, all he had to do was order a better life for her and that was set. However, the kidâs coldness towards him remained, and at the prospect of his options quickly running out, Naoya grows desperateâanxious.
What if he never makes amends for his acts?
Would you⊠leave him?
âStupid Satoru, this is all his fault! If he had only come to me first instead of dumping all his problems to us, this wouldâve been way different!â
Who wouldâve thought, however, that he and Megumi would end up bonding over their shared distaste for the Gojo heir?
âSo, heâs always like that?â Megumi quietly asks upon hearing Naoya curse out his frustrations.
âHuh? Who?â Naoya asks, unsure if heâs talking to him.
âSatoru, has he always been this immature?â
Your fiancée blinks.
âYeah, since he was a kid.â Naoya continues. âAn obnoxious, irritatingââ
âWhite-haired creep.â Megumi finishes, he grins.
âI knew I couldnât be the only one that saw Gojo for what he really is!â Naoya proudly states, as if he hadnât previously admired the man for as long as he could remember, the epitome of strength but only behind his cousin!
Though his disdain only came much later upon learning of a particular succession that happened between you and him; since then, heâs been persona non grata in his life.
âMakes sense why his friends look at him the way they do.â Megumi continues. âHow can he even have friends in the first place??â
âNo idea, might pay them for their time or something.â
âYeah, definitely.â
It marked the beginning of a new friendship, one that Naoya genuinely enjoyed past making amends and getting back to your good graces, enough so for him to actually invite him to train; Megumi refused his initial invitation, citing he really didnât have much interest about sorcery and such, but eventually agreed after realizing all of the things he could accomplish by becoming strongâŠ
Such as protecting his sister.
Besides, Naoya ought to be a far better adequate training partner than those goons in the kukuru and akashi units, or old geezers like this father and uncle.
âItâd be my privilege to train you.â Naoya continues. âAnd perhaps, in due time, youâll be able to beat Gojo yourself.â
Consider him sold.
Though some restraints must still be employed.
âYou better not be encouraging to do anything bad, Naoya.â You say after bumping into him just around the corner, once their training session was over and both were dismissed to clean up.
âY/N!â Naoya gasps, thrilled to see you again; he tried to play it cool but, well, he never could contain himself with the love of his life. âIâ⊠I donât know what to say, I wasnât expecting to see you here.â
âI hear that you were actually getting along, so⊠I just came by to check in on the two.â
âWe have. Heâs quite entertaining, you know?â
âI know. Heâs very sweet too.â
âReally?â Naoya raises an eyebrow.
âWhen no oneâs watching, of course. Kind of reminds me of someoneâŠâ
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âAre you still⊠disappointed with me?â
You sigh.
âNo, not really.â You admit. âBut I did get a bit⊠worried.â
About what heâd do if one of his children had inherited his familyâs technique.
âIâd still love them, like I love you.â Naoya reassures, a sentiment you know to be true now. âI could only love all that comes from you.â
âIâm glad I wasnât wrong.â You smile, taking his hand with yours and pulling him closer.
âDoes this meanâŠ?â
âYeah, we have lots of catching up to.â You tease. âButâI need you to promise me something before that.â
âAnything.â
âThat youâd be careful about what you say about Satoru in front of Megumi; I wouldnât want him to do something by accident in the days heâs here and⊠well, you know, make things awkward.â
Naoya laughs.
âI mean, we wouldnât be lyingâŠâ
âNaoya.â
âAlright, I promise. No more trash talking.â
âKeep it to the minimum at least⊠I get how annoying he can be, but⊠well, we have to be the bigger person in this situation.â you pout, inviting Naoya to lean down and steal a kiss from your lips.
âIâll deal with it, donât worry your pretty little head about anythingâ He kisses you again. âOutside of our wedding, of course. Have you thought about the venue you want?â
You smile.
âNot yet, but Iâve seen some beautiful options we should definitely go look!â
Unfortunately, you wouldnât have much time to do so, because this promise would be broken not so long after by you (the irony of it all!). A slip of your tongue and their words would inundate Satoruâs mind with nothing less than skepticism.
But far from prompting an expected reaction, it triggered a far worse consequence: a competition with the sole purpose of demonstrating which one of the heirs was better. There were no limits, only points to prove.
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You suppose there is no better training for patience when you finally have children of your own, than this.
Also, to not leave that major question unanswered: I feel like Megumi would be the one to eventually ask Naoya about his dad; Naoya for sure wanted to tell him all the amazing things Toji seemingly did, but you convinced him not to because...
"He sold him, Naoya. What do you think Megumi feels about that?"
Not sure if it's ooc, but I also believe Naoya's perspective of him might change a bit.... he'll still admire the crap out of him, but there's just things that he doesn't perceive so happily anymore.
Anyways, there's my interpretation of the relationship they could have hehehe it began with Naoya trying to mend things because of you but they ended up being somewhat amicable with one another :) to torment Satoru is their main motivation. (don't get me wrong, Megumi eventually finds Naoya annoying too, but, well, he can benefit out of the two one way or the other hahah)
I hope you enjoyed it đ„čâ€ïž I strive to write more about Megumi in the future.
Take care, and hope to see you soon â€ïž
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chapter one- the major//minor archives
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Clara Grace wasnât thrilled about the video series.Â
Okay, that was harsh. More accurately, she didnât care for it. At the end of the day it was a neutral standpoint. She wasnât opposed. If she was, she wouldnât be here- Kaiâs camera in her hands, trying to figure out the settings.
Eliza wouldnât force her to join a project she wasnât invested in. Plus, everyone got final say on the footage uploaded. And truthfully, the concept was really good.Â
Objectively, people knew that society wasnât seamlessly merged after the Condensing. But unless they were part of the minimized, most people seemed to believe theyâd done all they could. That it was good enough. There were towns and cities dedicated to the minimized, they had jobs and educations- what more could people need?
This video series would help show the crumbling interiors of the tiny towns. How just three years later, they were rapidly decaying. Maybe it could bring to light how unaccessible most of the world was, even well integrated places like Westdale.Â
All and all, The Major//Minors was a net positive. But selfishly?
Clara clicked record.
It felt like a bit of an exposé.
âUh, hey.â She immediately understood Elizaâs struggle to speak to the camera when the taller girl made the first video. All half ass scripts and phrases left Claraâs brain momentarily. Unfortunately, she didnât have Elizaâs bubbly nature to pull the awkwardness off. âWe drew straws, and Iâm recording the first vlog- if thatâs what weâre calling them. If you didnât watch the first video, my name is Clara Grace, and I was part of the Condensing when I was seventeen. And now, this is my life as a college student.â
She looked over to the clock.
âI guess Iâm taking you along for the day? So we should get going.â
It was a little awkward recording in public. After a few weird glances, Clara switched over to her phone, hoping her narrations could pass off as a FaceTime call.
âSo, I am the only one in my friend group that lives off campus, which is nice because I live in the city, but it means I have to leave my house two hours before classes start- just to go to a school in the same damn city. Which is,â she sighed, âannoying.âÂ
She made sure to pan around and take in the views of Westdale Heights. Maybe Eliza can pull together a little montage. The heights were the tiny part of the city, named after the artificially elevated land it sat on. It was on the edge of the main city anyway, but when Clara looked to the distance there were still impossibly high skyscrapers that towered over the area. She made sure to get shots of the broken buildings and cracked streets. Westdale put in a lot of effort to maintain drainage systems in the Heights- a light drizzle often flood everything after all. Unfortunately, nobody accounted for the bad hail storm the city had a year ago. Nothing had been done to repair the aftermath.
She also focused in on the charm of the city. âItâs the little things that make me love it here,â She said. âNo pun intended.âÂ
There was a shop window that had a popsicle stick propped up. The name of the store was written on it in big swirling script, rather than having a sign above the door. Above it, thimbles sat like flowerpots in the windows. A pizzeriaâs outdoor seating comprised of the plastic white âtablesâ used to prop up regular pizza boxes. A chocolate store sold Hersheyâs by the square, rather than the bar.Â
Unfortunately, the closer she got to the bus stop for Westdale students, the charm of the Heights began to fade. âFor those who donât live in Westdale, or maybe just donât know, thereâs two parts of the smaller city. The Heights, and the Falls. Welcome, to Westdale Falls.âÂ
The Falls was the overlap of the two sizes, uniting the city of Westdale. It started at a slope by the edge of the smaller city and continued a few blocks of the larger one. There was less around here, and Clara didnât know if it was just underdeveloped, or a safety thing.Â
There were a ton of signs letting people know they were reaching the end of the smaller city. They werenât exactly danger signs, but they seemed like warnings none the less. Clara zoomed in on them as she walked passed.Â
âHEIGHTS ENDS HERE.â âYOU ARE LEAVING WESTDALE HEIGHTS.â âWELCOME TO THE FALLS.â âSIZES MERGE SOON.â
When she looked at them for too long, a pit formed in her stomach. The âcaution, danger aheadâ wasnât quite unspoken. Instead, she turned her camera forward. âWestdale College has itâs own private bus route that stops in Falls and on campus.â She explained. âItâs underground, pretty cool stuff.â
The station was stuffy inside, with the heat still on from winter despite it being a nice spring day.Â
âMost of my traveling is done underground, or in enclosed pathways. Which sucks, on nice days like today. But it makes sense, I guess.â
The bus ride to campus was long, despite it being a direct route. Clara knew she didnât have it in her to talk to the camera the whole time, so she got a few more montage shots and put her phone down.
Would her family watch Major//Minors? Would they even know to look for it? She hadnât spoken to them in months, not after her third summer not coming home.Â
The guilt kept her up sometimes, but Clara feared visiting would be worse.Â
They just- treated her so differently after the condensing. Like she was a fragile infant capable of nothing.Â
She wouldnât tell the camera that, though. How obnoxious. A loving family.
People died after the condensing.
And here Clara was, across the country, running from people who cared for her.
It wasnât so bad to video chat, and truly she missed them. It just felt like they forgot she was a human sometimes. Yes, she needed help getting from place to place, and that dependence in itself was mortifying. She didnât also need to be coddled.Â
Claraâs ideal world was one where she needed nobody. Where she was self sustaining and could live alone. Maybe with a cat. And a wife, but only if she was allowed be the one to cook. The universe, of course, was cruel. Now, she needed people. Unavoidably and desperately.Â
How messed up.Â
âAs you can see, thereâs a bit of a difference between the city and campus.â Clara said, panning her camera around the smaller side of campus. âWe are no longer underground anymore, but we are still inside. And from now until we leave this part of campus, we will remain inside. But hey! Thereâs windows- sometimes.â
The smaller side of campus was tucked into one of the classroom buildings. It held the dorms, the minimized dining hall, and classes. There were also dual sized courses, exclusively located in this building. Any event for the entire student body was held here. âThere are pathways to get around the building, but if you have two back to back dual sized classes, you do better when you befriend somebody with longer legs.â She explained to the camera. âLike me, so letâs go find them.âÂ
 The lobby of the smaller campus, if you could call it that, funneled into a long hallway. There were doors and off shoots lining the walls, but at the very end it opened up to a balcony, table height with the rest of the college. There were multiple spots around the building like this, albeit smaller, since this was the main one.Â
âWelcome to the pick up zone,â Clara said, panning her phone around.Â
âCouldnât get the camera to work?â A voice asked behind her. Turning around, she zoomed in on Kai Bennett, his boyfriend Cooper Bell.
âNo, I did. But I felt like an obnoxious influencer, walking around the Heights at seven in the morning panning a fancy camera everywhere.â
âWell, if this kicks off, welcome to the influencer life,â Cooper pointed out. He got up close to the camera making a face.
âJesus christ, ew.â Clara ended the recording, lowering her phone. âIâll pick that up again later, I guess. Oh! Kai, you can have this back.â She passed the fancy camera back to her friend, who grinned.
âI donât believe you that you were able to work it.â
âI was! Check the tapes, Iâm there. So is the lady who lives down the block shooting me a nasty glare. This is just easier.â
âOh sure,â Cooper drawled.
The three of them bonded over being effected in the Condensing as freshman two years ago. Clara hated being their third wheel all the time, but they were the only people who understood familial distance and didnât judge.
She glanced around the crowded platform. âWhy are there so many people here?â
âItâs after midterms,â Cooper said. âI think half the student body just got their grades back and realized showing up to class is pretty important.â
âCan you blame them though?â She asked. âI mean look at all this hassle. Just to watch a professor go through a slide show youâll find online later?â
Her phone buzzed, a text from James. Weâre walking over now.
âCâmon, theyâre almost here.â
As the trio approached the edge of the platform, the other half of their group also appeared. James, Eliza, and Robin.
âGood morning!â Eliza sang. âWhoâs ready to go to Finance!â
Clara became friends with the five of them fall of freshman year, when they all had the same elective. Coincidentally, they also shared a class spring semester. Most of them were different majors, so the group made sure to take at least one class a semester with each other. It didnât matter though, they spent most days attached at the hip anyway. It was Cooperâs utterly genius idea to take intro to finance for the spring semester of their junior year. Because, yeah, why take a blow off class during the busiest time of your collegiate career? Thatâs for lazy people.Â
âI failed the midterm.â Clara admitted.Â
âI mean, you walked into the midterm saying that, dare I say it- was going to happen.â James said, lowering his hand for her.Â
 James Nelson managed to be the perfect balance of helpful and liberating. He was a godsend for Clara, never making her feel the way she did around her family. Even Eliza and Robin, who had the purest of intentions, babied her sometimes.Â
Maybe she would too, in their shoes. It was an instinctual thing, Clara guessed. Small creature need help, must provide. Or whatever.Â
But James passed the reigns to her. She got to decide when to be picked up and where to go. It was never a big deal when she needed help, and half the time she didnât even have to ask.Â
She stepped forward, using Jamesâ finger to pull herself onto his palm. No matter who she was with, it was the things like this that didnât get any less weird. Even three years later. James waited a moment, and when Clara found her balance he shifted his hand up to his shoulder before pausing again. The change in elevation felt like an elevator on rollercoaster speeds, but her body learned to adjust quickly, even if her mind didnât.Â
âI see recording is going well, Clara.â Robin Gray said as the group head to class. Kai was perched on her shoulder, with Cooper in Elizaâs hands.
âI mean, thereâs nothing to record right now.â
âWhat if you start recording too late and you miss it.â Cooper interjected.
âYes, Coop. Because something riveting is going to occur in finance.â
Jamesâ shoulder shook gently under her as he cracked a smile.Â
Elizaâs brow was furrowed slightly and her lower lip was tucked under her teeth. She was thinking, Clara could tell. Her brain probably latched onto Cooperâs point, and now she worried. Eliza wanted this project to go well. She was trusting her friends with the success of her brain child, and frankly it was a nauseating amount of pressure for Clara.
She sighed, pulling out her phone.Â
âSorry for the cut, the balcony was a little crowded today,â
âThe hallways are too,â James added. His hand hovered in front of Clara as they walked through a dense group of kids. She had good balance, but it would not be the first time a stray shoulder sent her tilting.Â
âThis is incredible footage,â She mused, zooming in into Jamesâ fingerprints. There was merit to continue recording, even if the visuals lacked. A unified school did not automatically lend itself to being a safe school.Â
Sure, anything was dangerous at three inches tall.
But there were students with no spacial awareness, students who couldnât care less, and unfortunately, there were students with malicious intent.Â
Westdale College had something appealing for everyone. For Clara, it was a sense of normalcy. A school well integrated where she could pretend everything was fine. Sometimes, when the lighting hit the smaller campus just right, she felt 5â8â again, and all was right in the world. For others, Westdale College was best for its easy access. Because it wasnât enough to be a bad person and keep it in your diary for some people.
There were groups throughout the country dedicated to tormenting those affected by the Condensing. They believed the experimentâs outcomes made the miniaturized less human. Less valuable.Â
Westdale College had its own mini gang of degenerates like this. Though sparse and often harmless, they knew when to strike. Tormenting those waiting at the pick up zones alone, leaving posters and graffiti around the school, and other distasteful acts.Â
If Eliza wanted footage of the hardships she went through, Clara could deliver.Â
She recorded on and off throughout the day, not catching much aside from Cooper getting a wadded up gum wrapper dropped on him at one of the platforms.Â
âOw!â
âOh please, thereâs nothing in that head of yours to damage.â
She joined James for his afternoon class, during a gap in her schedule, but spent the entire time taking a nap in his pocket.Â
There were few positives to the Condensing. Hidden nap time all the time? That was Claraâs top one.Â
She found herself recording once again in Jamesâ dorm, at the end of the day. The whole group was there, sans Robin who was finished her night class. Clara was behind the camera this time, letting Kai talk about his day. Although she started the video as her own vlog, the group interjected their own thoughts and stories throughout. She knew at least James and Robin had recorded some of their own footage as well. Clara liked this division of work a lot more than the pressure being on her and her alone to make a good video.
âI had my hand raised the whole time and the teacher just would not pick on me!â Kai was saying. âAnd in that classroom, the smaller desks are an extension built atop the original ones. I was literally sitting with my cousin, Robin. Thereâs no way the professor didnât see me.â He huffed. âThen- after like ten minutes Robin raised her hand too? All of the sudden now prof is taking questions?â
âThatâs how it goes, yeah.â Clara said from behind the camera. âAnd if they do pick on you, good luck getting them to hear you.â
âThatâs why I get whoever Iâm with to ask all my questions.â Cooper said from off to the left.
Clara made a face. âWell, I like to do things myself.â
Westdale didnât have any co-sized dorms, it was where they drew the line apparently. The only dorms in the co-sized building were tiny ones. But still, most days after classes the group found themselves in Jamesâ dorm. He was the only one with a single, and had decorated the entire room to be easily navigated by Clara, Kai, and Cooper.Â
She loved it. As soon as Jamesâ placed her on his desk, the world was her oyster, even if moving around was slow. When Kai was finished with his ramble, she had him hold her phone, recording her as she gave a tour of Jamesâ room. They had been going HGTV style, with Clara walking backwards like a campus tour guide, but James banned that after she almost walked off the desk.
Eventually, everyone settled down. Kai and Clara sat in front of the camera, with Eliza in frame behind them. They werenât talking about anything important, and she was sure this would be cut asap. Her phone storage was not going to survive this project.
There was a knock on on the door, cutting Kai off from a continued ramble. It had to be Robin, since her last class of the day ended a few minutes before.Â
âItâs open!âÂ
Like a storm, Robin had the door flung open before James could finish speaking. Knocking, it seems, had been less of a question and more of a heads up. âWeâre needed in the res hall, all of us.âÂ
âWhy?â Eliza asked, catching her jacket that Robin took off the hook and tossed.Â
âQuestioning. By the police. Something happened.â
From out of frame, Cooper pointed smugly at Clara. âGlad weâre recording?â
âThis is serious,â Robin exclaimed. Clara believed her, sheâd never heard Robin sound so urgent. So distraught.
âWhat happened?â James asked.
âI donât know the full story. I donât even know if what I heard is true. But there's about a dozen cop cars on campus, and investigators want to speak to everyone who had been in the dual sized building today. Somebody died.â
Some unspoken questions answered themselves. Suddenly, Clara wasnât sure she wanted this camera on her. In fact, in a 180 from twelve hours ago, sheâd made up her mind about the video series. It sucked.
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My little sister watches Toh saga
We uh... got through episodes 8-11 so a bit to cover!
Episode 8
Starting off the episode with Hooty. She was already invested.
"I'll never find a way into Amity's heart!" cue Rock face from here
So uh as much as she loves Hooty she still was weird out by him... swallowing King
"What is Hooty eating???" Cuz King was covered in some stuff.
Oh shit this is puberty talk I thought in a panic
Anyways!!! Bug dance was funny. She was re repeating DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER for a while.
"HOW BIG IS THAT SYRINGE??"
Voice powers had her hyped actually, she was all "What is that?? HE HAS POWERS NOW???" Cute
Onto Eda!!
"I want those cookies." I am not letting you get roofied by a baked good, kid >:(
Oh she was not ready for Owlbeast to attack Dell lemme tell ya.
We got the Archivists part of the Owl Beasts memories and I popped off
She really loved the segment where Eda talked to the Owl Beast.
"I want a plush of it."
"THAT'S SO PRETTY!!!!" in reference to the ending of the dream sequence
SAY HI TO HARPY EDA KID :DDDD
"SHE CAN DO THAT???"
Onto the Lumity segment (y'all were waiting weren't you)
"Stop blushing so much oh my gosh." "They do that a lot trust me."
She was all "ohh nooo" at the reveal of the Tunnel of Love and I was dying inside.
"Amity calm down oh my gosh!" I am in tears rn
she was sooooo hyped at the part where King used his powers again
Little tiny gasp at the Lumity part immediately after
the part where Luz was dancing around asking Amity out she was YELLING
"JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!"
Hooty receives a letter from someone
"KING'S DAD!?!?" no
Episode 9
She has been obsessed with what Belos looks like under the mask ever since we first saw him
"Oh man sure hope Little Rascal doesn't get caught...." "Why?" "... Remember how Belos eat-" "NO I DON'T WANT TO-" (Doing just fine here-)
"That's what he looks like?? ... ew what's the green for??"
I am freaking out right now kid, don't ask me
I paused so much because wow implications when you know the full story are REAL
"What did you think of that conversation (. â Ꭰâ.)" "... Creepy." GIRL SAME
"Is that-" "Dragon Ball Z? Yes" (knows through memes okay?)
"Oh what happened to her??" "She's sick :("
we will now skip over a bunch of stuff nothing too exciting happened here tbh
I am pausing so much during this episode and it's annoying her (YOU WILL UNDERSTAND I PROMISE!!!)
"Lotta projection going on here." "... what?"
Had to explain some stuff about the convo between Hunter and Amity over the Tamagotchi (give her a moment)
"Oh. That's not good." "It really isn't."
Don't mind me just sobbing inside at every Hunter/Flapjack interaction.
Was so so so worried for Owlbert there.
"It's in the key?!?" Yeah uh so here we are :)))))
She was so entranced with the animation and so was I (with internal screaming though)
"SHE CRACKED IT!!!"
"Mushroom Luz."
Was awwing over Flapjack and Hunter at the end (don't mind me just... gonna go over here and AUGHHHHH)
Episode 10
"Who is that?? How is she in the mirror"
"Weird door."
In between is really interesting actually
"IT'S!!! HER!! THE SLUG!!"
Again I found her watching this show at S3E1 at the intro part (all she remembers was Hunter and Vee thank god) so she popped off here.
"She's cute. I like her."
*pause* "Okay so you see that?" *points at Gravesfield logo* "Remember that." "okay..."
"Oh and those two." *points at the the Wittebanes* "Okay I will sheesh đ" /lh
She will not
"The basilisks remember? "OH YEAH-"
Not much from her until the rain sequence.
"HOW IS SHE HOLDING HER??" girl don't sweat it, cry with me instead :)
"I feel bad for Camila.' SAME
Episode 11
Honestly not much happened here with her so uhhh....
Biggest take away for her though
"CAT COVEN PERSON!!!" (coven scout)
"King read her diary-"
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Full moon again! Crazy how time flies
Hanged man the most upsetting to look at boss ever but at least we got a fun strega fight!
First things first Shinjiro's death aftermath always gets me, I really enjoy that in persona 3 your party members awake to their new persona based on their own personal journeys and relationships to other people and not only to their relationship to the MC. In one hand evolving due to the impact of the MC in their lives makes you more attached to them I guess but having it be part of their stories makes them seem more like their own person?
Either way, even then it's kinda funny how fast everyone gotta move on so the game can keep going, I always found the pacing of persona 3 to be "off" somewhat because the things only happen right before and right after the full moon I feel, these last few months, but at the same time if it was more spread out it might be harder to follow since you're concentrating on the social links?
ANYWAY speaking of social links I love them, almost done with Akinari which is the 10/10 best social link ever but also just finished Hidetoshi, I really missed out on him cause I found him annoying in my first playthrough but after doing all social links on p3p I find him cute, also there's someone on twitter who ships him and Keisuke so now I'm invested
Unrelated to the actual gameplay but this week I also made the mistake of checking persona 3 on social media lmao. Lots of people complain about reload huh? Tbh I have my own problems with the game but I would be a liar if I said it was bad, I'm really happy it exists
Which takes me to more strega content <3
I feel like they expanded on Jin's and Takaya's interactions? I really don't remember getting to see them interact quite this much, also if they did it wasn't this shipable was it đł
Jin is really cute, I've always wanted to like him more than I did and now I actually do like him a lot đ
MY BOY NEEDS BETTER TASTE IN MEN THO LMAO TAKAYA SHUT HIM DOWN
Them being able to shift after hitting a weakness was super fun! I didn't expect it! ALSO DANG JIN PULLING TAKAYA INTO THE WATER NEVER LOOKED THIS HOT!!!!
But Akihiko really said "whatever, not gonna let it bother me đ"
SEES reaction to the gay "double suicide" (they didn't actually die) is always hilarious, they're just like "well guess that happened, moving on-"
Arcana hanged-man disgusting as always I hate his body suspension look with the crooked neck, I feel like this fight was also way easier than portable, am I just on a level that's too high?? I don't feel like I've been grinding but I do have way too much fun in tartarus so maybe I'm ending up being too high a level for the bosses. Well it was a tiny bit challenging, I had some teammates die at least, but I never felt like I could actually lose or that I had to think too much about how to win :/ (could also be because I have played this game before and know how to defeat everyone idk)
Anyway, Minato got tied to a cross and I had laughing fit about it remembering the first time I saw that scene, but then things got serious
It's kinda sad I don't remember much about my reactions to my first time playing, like was I shocked Ikutsuki was evil? No memories, maybe I already knew, I'm pretty sure I knew Shinjiro died before I even met him while playing for the first time, tbh I think Ikutsuki is the more forgettable of the persona twist villains (maybe cause he doesn't do much before the twist? Mostly the games wants you to think he's harmless and he just shows up to do exposition) but I don't mind him, at least he's not Akechi đ
That's it for now, I don't actually MEAN to only do one full moon a week but work has been killing me I barely have time or energy to play during the week, but oh well, at least we get Ryoji soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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what do you think about when people say that jungkook never reciprocates and/or looks annoyed by taehyung in company content and lives and such? honestly I like taekook but sometimes I do see jk being dismissive towards tae and sometimes even contradiciting his words making him seem like a liar and I know they see most of the stuff that happens online so does he not think about how that makes tae look? idk, I'm not a jk hater btw, I don't think he's obligated to do anything if they aren't together, but if they are real then it's a bit iffy to me, again not a hater, just a bit preplexed
i'm also not looking for them to perform their relationship for fans, I just don't really understand the way they act sometimes, they're also gonna double down on jkk when they get out of the military for sure, so I don't really feel the need to be fighting ten toes down for them when they don't even want us to ship them and often act kind of constipated aroudn each other
So bored on a Sunday you had to bring this to a JK-biased Taekooker? Of course I don't agree with whatever "people" (it's you, isn't it?) have to say about Jungkook's behavior, since you're clearly an anti. I'm not ten toes down fighting for JK or Tae against people like you who only want to find something negative in everything they do. That'd be unwinnable for me, and I don't really care what you think. If you actually cared about them and weren't looking for them to perform their relationship for fans, you wouldn't be here sending me this bullshit. You are putting expectations on them and getting mad when they don't behave exactly the way you think they should. I am _actually_ not looking for them to perform their relationship for me or anyone else, ever. Whatever they want to share is a blessing. I understand they are at risk and under extreme pressure from all sides, that they're human beings, that I only see a tiny fraction of what goes on in their lives and that there's a lot I don't know about them. If they're in a relationship, we're actually not supposed to know about it. How would you go about your everyday business protecting what matters most to you while the world watches. Figure that out first, in detail, before you start nitpicking what you think is wrong about other people's behavior and making these kinds of assumptions. Or at least send it to someone else equally invested in dragging others down. 'kay?
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D&D tumblr. I have a tiny story...
Background: My Tiefling Circle of Stars Druid/Hexblade Warlock's father is a Cambion who happens to be a warlock patron (technically her Warlock Patron now), powerful dude really - has some personal issues in the Hells, spends most of his time on the mortal plane owning a bar that serves as front for his warlocks to bring him secrets and what not. He has been used a few times so far for the party to get info from and is a fun guy who pops up to help the party on occasion. Really I feel like he has been used really well by my DM as someone from her backstory that fits well into the plot. The party all like him as a character though none of them besides my character honestly trusts him. All in all he has been this awesome addition to the story. Honestly, love to see it. Really good for my girl tbh - her dad loves her (by nine hells standards but still) - mostly because she is a chaotic ray of sunshine who spends her days talking to plants and her fat pet raccoon named Biscuit. The fact she is also slowly becoming the sleeper powerhouse of the party, also fills Devil Dad with much pride.
Well, today in session we realized after I joked about needing a spell of "Summon Dad" when the BBEG showed up to taunt us after I did a Hold Person I was expecting to fail and it didn't. Thus making what was supposed to be a STUPIDLY hard fight into just a total beat down with my girl taking exactly 0 points of damage while she easily was the most annoying person damage-wise and just control spell-wise. When the BBEG taunted her, calling her by her name and trying to get in her head. All I had her say under her breath was "I could really use a summon dad spell..." for two main reasons - 1- she is a daddy's girl in the most non-sexual way it can be used in 2024. She loves her dad, she thinks he does no wrong ever. Never moved past that point in her view of him because her mom kept her away from him. 2 - and probably the more game relevant reason, because the BBEG was trying to outsmart them with a contract and my girl is the daughter of a Warlock Patron - who in their backstory taught her about making smart contracts etc ... obviously, we needed to call in our expert contract lawyer... Dad. We didn't really need to but it was funny and it broke up a series of rather tense moments for the players and our DM who was still upset my Hold Person hit and stayed for 3 rounds.
Once we moved past it thanks to most of the party being able to read Infernal and my girl stopping her cosplay as Chamber of Secrets Draco Malfoy for 5 seconds, we all started to realize in a few levels she would be able to cast a spell that could do just that. "Summon Dad" - is just a very specific version of Planar Ally. It's a Cleric spell yeah... but thematicly being able to just have her scream "DAD!" is hilarious and so within her character. She genuinely thinks her dad will solve all the problems and have all the answers. He is also her Warlock Patron now that I multiclassed her. So he is very invested in her not getting yeeted. He could easily be one of the most powerful allies the group has and they have very powerful allies - the game is going on a year at this point, most of us are on our second characters cuz our first ones got sent off to other planes for a bit. It would/could be very OP for her to have this and it's not something I think would use in combat unless we had one PC go down and fail death saves.
This has been living in my head rent free all day. ALL DAY.
I am now working on a five-paragraph essay on why my D&D character should be given a very specific version of Planar Ally called "Summon Dad" that she can use once per 1d12 days (rolled after each time used to see recharge time) as Warlock Invocation in a few levels. We have already homebrewed aspects of her specific version of Hexblade (like her being able to use her WIS as her casting stat and having blade be something passed down through her family from the hells as her first steps in learning the 'family business' etc) that this mostly silly idea to add mostly to RP and ease of information gathering/magic item trading. It fits the character so well, I think the party would be amused as well. I would even be fine with not using it combat till a certain level just because her having some ability to scream "DAD" and he has to just pop in and all *with heavy sarcasm* "Yes, my child and her odd blood covered friends what can I do for you now.." is too hilarious not to try and get.
Wish Me Luck
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I've seen some art for Proco Rosso and it looks really fun!! Also Ponyo sounds like my shit because I do love fish- I thought My Neighbor Totoro was cute, but it also wasn't my favorite of the ones I've seen. My favorite part was just how excited my brother got about the tiny marshmallow looking guy lmao, he was very endeared. (Yeahh that makes sense. I just. Am scared of the dark and keep lights on mostly lmao). If/when I watch more Ghibli movies I'll let you know :3
I just have a soft spot in my heart for shit like that it's just silly and I don't take it seriously aslkdj- I was exposed to Omegaverse Bullshitâą very early on in getting into fandom and that altered my brain chemistry and I'm just like. Okay mpreg good for them. My favorite part is that the egg was not like. A result of procreation. It's just they love each other so Kakyoin asexually reproduced a fucking egg. I love that good for him? I hope he didn't um. Tear anything. Cause that egg was not small.
XXXholic is this loser guy getting roped into working for a fun psychic lady and I love it so much. There's ghosts and shit and I really need to reread it because it was just a really fun time! I am blessed with a very good manga section at my public library that I thoroughly take advantage of- Oof yeah that sucks- I never watched the anime cause I don't think I knew it existed tbh cause I read it before I really understood what animanga was? I just new that the comics that read backwards existed and I liked this one (I was like 10).
Yeah I get what you mean- I don't really think about the ship that much either I just have Something to say about pretty much everything lfsjkds- I showed the Jonawagon comic to my librarian friend and he wrote fanfic very shortly after and it made me cry a lil bit. If I ever convince him to post his writing on the internet I'll send it to so many people lmao-
Bucciarati is a mom is funny like. The first few times. But the more I see it the more it annoys me atp- I think I'm just generally tired of like, nuclear family roles being applied to found family dynamics and also like. Bucciarati? The same guy that licked Giorno and also put Luca's severed fingers in his mouth. If this is a mother figure I am. Concerned.
(I'm not really on twitter and I have yet to find a real reason to regret it aslkdjf Something like that sounds like it could be interesting but from what you're saying it probably... wasn't...)
Narancia pulls the baddie (Fugo) (who also has negative rizz let's be real)
Whatever Secco and Ciocciolata have going on is. It sure is something. Wow another comic that made me sad why do I keep finding these (Again I'm not even invested in the ship I just stumbled upon this earlier today bc I was going through all of their jojo art cause it's very good).
I feel like Fugo and Narancia obviously clicked as friends and then when Mista joined he and Narancia clicked as friends, but it took a little bit (Mista and Narancia dragging Fugo into the torture dance) for Fugo and Mista to start getting along outside of being coworkers (thats just my headcanon :3)
Exactlyyy
My best friend read Princess Jellyfish and the author was a fujoshi talked about her and her friends setting ten minute timers for them talking about their various interests and then switching after ten minutes was up and honestly its genious dslkjf-
You should totally ramble to me about ships you like :3 However many you like Iâm just curious uwu
(I didnât answer this as soon as I got it bc I was thinking about what to say lolz đ)
tbh I like most ships as long as itâs not problematic or I find them weird/that they donât have much chemistry. I also donât mind poly or platonic ships (duh). Iâd be sitting here all day yapping ab the ships I like/am okay w bc frankly it doesnât have to strictly be character A X character B, I think it could also be character A X character C, etc. as long as itâs not any wrong. I wonât be going apeshit(/neg) over ships that I donât like as much or have like a 2 year age gap. I mean, I think it starts to get weird when thereâs 4 years of difference. I think people do too much when they hate on less popular ships smh if itâs nothing weird then let ppl have fun w their little kitty witties smh đ
Huge yapping starts here vvv
Some ships I like tho r a lot of Ghibli movie couples in general bc theyâre just super cute and I love the writing Ghibli does for its characters (I want what they have.). I also like Yukito/Yue X Touya and Syaoran X Sakura from CCS but that doesnât mean I donât also like Tomoko X Sakura (pretty sure Tomoko implied to like her anyway). I also like some other side ships from CCS but I barely remember their names bc itâs been so long since Iâve watched it and Netflix took it down đ. CCS ships r cute in general I think, Iâve never seen any problematic ship (except that one girl X her fucking teacher. Pookie. Youâre like 13. Donât date ur teacher. And she was so pretty too bro why did they make her a questionable character đ). And now. Getting to jjba my beloved. Since I unfortunately focus so so so much on p5 those are the only ships Iâll yap ab đą. Huge honorable mention to Jonathan X Erina (jonaeri) tho theyâre super cute together even if a lot of ppl said they barely have screen time and stuff :3. Anyway. Part 5. I honestly donât care much about ships in la squadra as long as they had some form of interaction yâknow (I donât pay too much attention to La squadra anyway đ). Usually ppl get really divided when it comes to Bucci gang ships tho. Honestly Iâd rather see them all as a friend group that see each other as siblings to avoid all that shipping, but I admit I really like some pairings, like fugonara, bruabba, giotrish, futrish, naratrish, etc. I really donât mind it that much (I donât rlly ship mista w anyone bc I just donât think thereâs anybody matching his freak đ). I mainly ship fugonara as you can see just bc to me it makes a lot of sense even if I also see them under platonic light. If thereâs fugo, thereâs narancia, and if thereâs narancia, thereâs fugo. I just find that rlly cute :3. I also like their backstories and how they tie together and the narancia death scene ripped my heart out in the anime so (IM CRYING AGAIN JUST FROM THINKING AB IT STOP đ). Again that doesnât mean I dislike the other ships, I just donât pay much attention to them or think they had as much chemistry or time together. I love seeing my fave characters tho, so itâs not like I wonât like the content if thereâs like gionara or something. Honestly I like seeing ppl have fun w their cutie patooties as long as itâs not too controversial, once again. Itâs rlly a shame that ppl can jump at each others throat bc they disagree on a mere ship. Itâs literally not gonna alter your life. Also, bc I say a ship some bucci gang characters doesnât mean I donât also ship them platonically. (Iâll type it like itâs ao3 tags lolz. Pretty sure & instead of / is for platonic, right?) I rlly like Narancia&Mista&Fugo (torture dance trio is literally the best friendship ever to me bc wdym you did a coordinated dance w ur homies to torture someone thatâs so cool). There are also a few others, but they donât come to mind rn (and thereâs a f,y in my room annoying me.) You know what I think I gave jjba way too much attention. I also like Mimi X Sheshe (my fav lesbians fr đ) from mermaid melody pichi pichi pitch. They tried censoring them by making them âsistersâ, but they were blatantly and very obviously lesbians. Like vro. They are touching each other so homoerotically and have complimenting colours. And I think thatâs most of itâŠ
I donât wanna make this any longer than it is so um. Yeah. This was a ramble. I didnât realize it was so long lolz. But yeah itâs basically that :3
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This Week in BL - KISSES galore
Jan 20232 Wk 2
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) Iâm enjoying most.
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Ongoing Series - Thai
My School President (Fri YT) 6 of 10 - The mutual squealing and kicking and rolling over in bed was v cute. Tiw might actually be the greatest BL wingman of all time, yes better than Namgoong. Friend zone? Cute GMMTV, very cute. Elevator kiss, on the other hand = you little shits. Also, Iâm mad you made me watch the MV because there was no way to skip through it without missing stuff. Tricky bastards. GMMTV = cute, shitty, & tricky all in one ep. Guess thatâs why theyâre the top of the Thai BL food chain.Â
Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) 5 of 12 - We knew that this pair kisses really well, but for the characters that was a pretty stellar first kiss. I liked that we got to see Palm really want something for a change. Up until now, heâs been a pretty passive character, constantly told what to do by others, this is the first independent choice his character actually makes in this narrative. Meanwhile the action part of the bodyguard plot has begun, which makes me happy. Let the forced proximity cohabitation trope commence! With probably at least one running through the woods holding hands to come.
Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 9 of 12 - Basically a filler ep with in-your-face backstory we already sussed. Prem is doing a good job tho. WATCH ALONG HERE.
609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 8 of 11 -Â There was no GamesVee. Iâm sad.Â
Cutie Pie 2 You (special) 2 of 4 - Awwwww, how sweet they tried to give it a plot. Operative word being: tried.Â
I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 9 of 12 -Â Stuff in tents. Lots of cringing blushing maiden bullshit. Noey = v bold and into public claiming. Iâm not wild about this one.Â
Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 14fin - Honestly, they were branded pairs so we knew ManTitle were goona kiss, but I kinda wish they hadnât bothered. These characters just didnât work for me as a couple. Marriage equality stinger* on this puppy. Still, what a slog. Iâm only binging stuff from this studio henceforth. (Next one: Buddy Line Y Animal). Whatever. Frankly thatâs my review of the show: whatever. 5/10Â
* I do like that this drama teased a marriage and then intentionally never gave us that marriage on screen. For all romance genre fans, this would've felt like a slap in the face. Instead they put in a stinger that essentially said âif you want a marriage scene between men, legalize marriage in Thailand, you fuckers.â And ya know, Iâm here for that.Â
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Ongoing Series - Not Thai
The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) 4 of 8 -Â Ooo first date. Omg they are SO CUTE. There was a lot of squealing and flapping of hands on this side of the screen with the show. Also two out gay boys! Korea how far you have come in just a few short years! If adorable our baby boyâs 2 fag hags donât get together by the end of this show, I will be a touch disappointed. (It has to be said. Iâm not expecting it because this is still Korea doesnât do sides in BL. But hope springs eternal.) Meanwhile, I like that there was actual desire expressed with these two. This is definitely one of the gayest BLs to have come out of Korea in recent years. If youâre confused like I was, that pen has the initial of babyâs ex crush from uni on it.Â
HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Weds Viki) 3 of 10 (or 6 of 20) - Classic that Taiwan has finally given us a femme character in a BL and he is predatory & evil. The secondary couple is the most adorable thing, I even forgive them a pratfall kiss, because there was a 3 piece suit involved. I am starting to like the main couple a little bit more, mostly because of the rich kid character. I love domesticity, and Taiwan always does it so well. The main character time traveler whatever remains a bit annoying, I prefer a sunshine archetype that is not intentionally naĂŻve to the point of stupidity. Still, Iâm invested. This is classic HIStory franchise.Â
Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) 4 of 8 - Itâs a bit too much second hand embarrassment and cringe for me. I hope Japan someday gives us a BL like Eternal Yesterday, where both characters are cool and no one dies. Incidentally, if youâre playing a game of spot that BL actor, the one playing the âactor characterâ is Izuka Kenta (from The Novelist and Absolute BL2). WE LOVE HIM.Â
The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (Korea Weds iQIYI) 9-10fin - I honestly donât know how I feel about this one. It was more of a red thread fated mates who are fated to repeat the mistakes of the past. Shall we call it faded mates? And Iâm not sure, even though the ending is somewhat optimistic, that I am actually optimistic about it or them as a couple. So I wouldnât call it HEA.Â
Final review? Featuring a gorgeous & stellar cast, TDWBMD should have utilized them less for melodrama and more for chemistry. This BL is a unique twist on an office romance if NOT a unique twist on a doomed red thread trope, resulting in it feeling less than the sum of its parts and ultimately unsatisfying. Possibly this had to do with the fact that this was one of those KBLs where I felt how short it was the whole time, like I was missing something constantly, in every episode. No HEA. Worth watching for some but seriously flawed. 6/10
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Itâs Airing But Iâm Not Watching It
The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)
GMMTVâs Midnight series - first segment has begun bit itâs not the EarthMix messy gays. Iâm so not interested in messy hets, so Iâm waiting until they grace my screen. Moonlight Chicken (Weds YT) 1 of 8 eventually. Â
Gossip
Iâm gonna hold off on The Warp Effect and binge it later, after I know for sure if the BL couple makes it.Â
I will be taking everyoneâs advice and not watching Till the World Ends sorry not sorry. Protecting my squishy center (also I HATE xmas carols.)Â
In Case You Missed It
I posted a meta of all my 2022 wraps, top picks, industry stats, etc..
I ALSO posted the 2023 forthcoming BL master post.
Coffee Shop shorts series with the adorable couple from Ghost Host, Ghost House have a WONDERFUL new installment with "BLACK COCONUT". You should watch it. Also... try the drink.Â
Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) starring Bah Vinh ended its run and ITâS SAD. I am so glad I waiting because now Iâm not gonna watch it. So there.Â
Adorable KGL Girlfriend Project, basically a very short lesbian version of Love Class. Itâs cute.Â
Next Week Looks Like This:
Jan 19: Individual Circumstances (Korea Thurs Viki) 8 eps - A reunion romance between a movie director who was once promising and a writer who disappeared due to past wounds. Stars JunQ (main rapper of 2nd gen group MYNAME) and Han Jung Wan (Mr International Korea winner).
2023 forthcoming BL here
THIS WEEKâS BEST MOMENTS
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The LOOK in his eyes. I really hope we get more than crumbs from Satang Kittiphop in the future.Â
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Also, that outfit, definitely an instrument of hope. (Mark is going to be in Moonlight Chicken, Cooking Crush, Last Twilight, & Only Friends this year. Apparently GMMTVâs directors like him a lot. So ALL the hope. Plus more sweater vests without shirts, please and thank you.)Â
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Relatable.Â
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FINALLY! (all are My School President, it was a GREAT ep this week)Â
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Current Kpop earworm? Well Monsta X released a new single, Beautiful Liar, so yeah, THAT!Â
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SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT MECHANICAL KEYBOARDS
Oh god where to even begin.
I consider custom keyboards to be in that specific niche of "luxury functional" devices. Folks may recall I got mine basically as a gift from my very very kind followers when I was in the midst of writing KTOWL on a fucking cramped Surface keyboard that was actively fucking up my wrists. I wanted to get something that was a meaningful investment, that I could use to write a metric fuckton of words without worrying so much about fucking RSIs.
And now I have TWO because my bro Treeprince bought me another, so I have one for work and one for writing and they are fantastic.
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Top: NovelKeys NK87 Entry Edition kit, Jukebox MT3 keycaps from Drop, Akko Wine Red pre-lubed switches. Bottom: NovelKeys NK65 kit, Timeless Violet Cherry keycaps from Keebmonkey, NK Silk Olivia pre-lubed switches (included in kit).
Okay so what the fuck does that mean?
When you get into this hobby, you are probably going to first Buy a completed keyboard kit then modify it to your tastes later. This is what I did! I got the NK67 Olivia Kit, which came as a full assembled ready to go keyboard in a cute carry case, and I plugged it in and I started typing! Then I bought another keycap set and then Andy got the MT3 Jukeboxes so Tree got me another kit and blah blah.
Once you have a keyboard, the physical case and the brain/PCB you can swap out two things: Keycaps and Switches. This is where the heavy customization come into play.
Lets talk about Switches first.
Switches are these guys.
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They sit underneath the keycaps and they are the thing you press on that touches the brain/PCB of the board and makes the letter appear on your screen. Switches are what make a keyboard mechanical. If you are typing on a normal low price keyboard, you are probably typing on a Membrane Keyboard, which has a sheet of rubbery plastic rather than actual switches.
It took me a long time to figure out that I hated membrane because it kind of hurt my fingers? Like to make the key appear, I would have to FULLY press down on the key and bottom it out and it didn't have any resistance and getting into the habit of pressing every single key as hard as I could-- look, I write several thousands words a day. That fucking hurts after a while.
The difference with switches is that they are a tiny mechanism with a spring that bounces back up. They have an actuation point where the keystroke registers. They have different 'weights' that determine how hard you have to press to reach the actuation point. They also have three main "types":
Linear, Tactile, and Clicky
Clicky: Has an extra plastic bit in the switch housing that MAKES MORE NOISE, these guys are MEANT to be loud. They are imo annoying but they definitely have their fans.
Linear: Smooth press and return, straight up and down. Quietest switch.
Tactiles: The way the mechanism of the switch works, they give you a "tactile bump" when you press and release them. Someone once described it as like popping bubble wrap, the bit of resistance and then the break and bounce back.
You're probably going to want Tactiles or Linears, but if you want a rundown of all three types and more details, here:
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There are also like⊠fancy boutique switches? Like you will probably hear people talking about shit like the BOX JADES and the HOLY PANDAS and the UT4 BOBAS and such. That'sâŠ. high level hobby stuff and really expensive and I would not worry about it.
My advice for starting out with switches is get either some NovelKey Silks or some Akkos. Both are more budget options (especially the Akkos) that give you a customized experience without requiring you to pay out the fucking nose.
Lets take a look at the ones I am typing on right now:
These are the Akko Wine Reds Lubed.
LUBING IS A HUGE DEAL TO THE KEEB HOBBY. Lubing makes a dramatic difference in the sound that the switches make. Like, enormous. It softens and widens the noise profile of the switch and makes the feel better. Now, if you hang around Keeb community spaces, they swear up and down you need to handlube your switches, with is a literally actually hours long arduous process in which you dismantle every single tiny switch, take some mechanical lube and a lil paintbrush, and you lube every single fucking nope nope nope fuck that nope. I'm not doing it and I don't think you should be doing it. SO instead, just get pre-lubed switches. I have them and they're fine.
So my Wine Reds are Linear, so they don't give me a 'tactile bump' and move smoothly. They require a force of 43gf to press, which is how hard you need to push for it to move. High force is, like, 70. Low low low force is like 30. If you're like me and don't want ur fingers to hurt, its tempting to go super low, but that can lead to mistyping, so resist the urge. Between 40 and 60 is probably good. And the pre-travel is how far you are pushing before the key stroke happens. You don't want that to be too far either but if its too short than you can mistype. Mines 1.9mm and that feels fine.
There are MANY options out there for switches. Here are the ones I researched and was seriously considering for myself before getting my Wine Reds:
AKKO:
Lavender Purple (Tactile, VERY popular cheap switch)
TCC Bluish White (Tactile, bit too much force for me but might be nice for Spacebar/Modifier keys)
Matcha Green (Linear, but force is 50g so it's up there, but apparently feels great to type on)
NovelKeys:
NK_Silk Olivias (came with my first keeb! Linear, low force needed, really nice and quiet)
NK_Cream BOX (has a wider stem which in theory makes for a more steady press, linear)
Kailh BOX Royal (Tactile, actuates at 45g force, bottoms at 70g, that sounds interesting for like spacebars and modifers I think)
There's also a ton of Drop but I'm not interested in Super Fancy ones like the Holy Pandas. They sound Fine to me in all the videos but idk I'm cheapass.
Also if you wanna do Akko, some fucking HERO AND LEGEND did a fastpaced review of nearly every single Akko switch and it's AMAZING.
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OKAY BUT YOU DON'T SEE THE SWITCHES ONCE THEY ARE ON THE KEEB BECAUSE THEY WILL BE COVERED BY
KEY CAPS
This is the fun part. Keycaps are the thinks you probably think of as keys. They are the physical things you are bouncin' your fingers on, and they come in a lot of colors and profiles (shapes) and they are always way more expensive than you think will be.
quality is bad but you get the idea
Only you are going to know what kind of keycaps you want and there are a metric fuckton so here's general advice:
SEARCH FOR IN-STOCK KEYCAPS. The Keeb community is fucking weird in that they do this thing called "group buys" which are overpriced limited runs on super special keycaps. You buy into them during the Interest Check period and then you get them in the mail after they're actually made. This can take anything from 3 months to over 2 fucking years. Just⊠don't. Look for in-stock shit. There's plenty around.
ABS vs PBT. These are the materials the keys are made of. Generally speaking it seems PBT is better, it doesn't get that finger smudge shine as quickly, but there's still plenty of good ABS out there.
I would really really really recommend trying to buy from a US-located company because the fucking shipping is atrocious otherwise. Buy fron Drop or Novelkeys, and you're going to get your stuff in a week or less. Buy from KBRepublic and you'll be paying out the ass for shipping and it'll get there in 2 months. (Or will be cancelled 40 days after you ordered them and you'll have to put in a ticket for a refund, just buy from your continent, jfc.)
As usual, Akko has AMAZINGLY well-priced options and a lot of their stuff is on Amazon. If you can, get their shit from Amazon. I ordered my Wine Reds direct and they took 3 agonizing weeks and in that time the Wine Reds came back into stock on Amazon. SIGH.
PROFILES MATTER but you probably won't know what you like. At the moment I have three keycap sets, SA/MT3, DSA, and Cherry. Cherry and OEM are the ones you are probably used to unless you are using shitty chiclet keys. I like my Cherry profiles alright (you can see them in my photo, the smaller keeb) but I am IN LOVE with my MT3s. They have a lil scoop on top on the cap that my finger lands in when I press and it makes touch-typing easier. Love them to death. But this is going to be ENTIRELY preference. Here's a chart:
There are so many ADORABLE looking DSA/XDA caps but the typing experience would suck imo.
Also Cherry caps are noisier than my SA/MT3s. (MT3 is a mod of SA, they're on Drop, blah blah.)
SO WHAT TO BUY, WHERE TO START
i have no idea, what do you want?
I have the NovelKeys NK65 and NK87 kits and I love them and they feel INCREDIBLY sturdy and come with carry cases so I can safely take them to work (I do a lot of data entry, these help).
Spacehussy got the Drop Alt and is extremely happy with their build, you can see it over here.
Whatever you get, you WANT TO GET "HOTSWAP". This means you can swap the switches on the fly. If it does not say hotswap, you will be stuck with your switches or you will have to DESOLDER THEM to get them off. Ick.
If you want a budget option, I'm not gonna lie, this guy's video covers a lot of very cheap, very good basics well. Those keebs with the removeable skirt you can spraypaint? Holy shit that's genius.
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(He sounds VERY YOUTUBEY but he knows wtf he's talking about and is frankly way less pretentious than uh some other options. I love to listen to Hipyotech but boy is he kind of a snob.)
Here's just some options you might like that were on my wishlist when I was still researching keebs:
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Keydous NJ80 Bluetooth RGB Hot-Swappable Keyboard
This one is fully built at 200$, you can get it cheaper as a barebones kit if you know you wanna buy your own caps/switches. It's got a knob!
Womier TKL RGB Hot-Swappable Acrylic Mechanical Keyboard
I don't personally like the ALL GLOWY thing but a lot of people want a big brick that glows. Voila, this is one of those! And Womier has a good reputation.
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AKKO 3068B Plus
AKKO is the king of budget and that's really all there is to say on the matter.
GENERAL STORES I HAVE BOOKMARKED
I have an entire fucking folder of Keeb bookmarks, it's dreadful.
DROP (boards, switches, the fabled MT3 keycaps but WAIT FOR A SALE jfc)
NovelKeys (boards, caps, switches, kits, everything, also is in the US and has good labor practices which matters to me)
VENDOR LIST (this is just a list of trusted vendors AND its organized by where they are located so if you are trying to avoid long shipping times, this is hella useful)
Keychron (extremely sturdy, well-priced boards with extremely ugly caps. good starting point if you know you're gonna want to customize)
CannonKeys (everything shop, kinda pricy but you'll find fancy caps here as well as the infamously good Bakaneko boards)
KineticLabs (keycaps that aren't outrageously priced)
KPrepublic (ENORMOUS selection, but based in China so shipping times are gonna suck, ppl say if you go to their AliExpress shop you can get some things cheaper)
KBDfans (HUUUUUGE selection and has a lot of prebuilts and they will ADD MODIFICATIONS to the board as they build it but you will be paying for each fucking mod, but if you have cash to burn and want someone to lube everything and tape mod it and add foam for you, this is the place. lots of everything. also apparently is cheaper thru Ali.)
r/mk is the hobby's hub but let me warn you right away: these people are fucking snobby snob snobs. come here to look at pretty pictures or to ask specific questions in the daily thread.
there's a ton more but i've been working on this post for like 4 hours now so bye
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[ neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]
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Every Friday night, without fail, you saw the light filter into your apartment.
Notice how you said night?
Yeah, it was almost two in the morning, by the way.
And why was there light coming through the chiffon curtains you had hanging on the rod above your window?
(Great choice on your part, by the way.)
Well, because of your neighbor.
You've seen him a few times, actually. Usually on the street outside your buildings, or just out and about. Never spoke to him, though. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't seem very friendly or willing to exchange a greeting if he ever saw you.
But you never took it personally. Maybe he was having a bad day. Every time you saw him.
But that's besides the point. The point right now is that you can see the lights blaring in your room. From the apartment across from yours.
Should it even be possible for light to travel that far? I mean, we don't even live in the same building. You think to yourself as you watch the colors dance in the dark.
You debate getting up and yelling out your window to tell him to shut that shit off or to invest in some blackout curtains. You were tired of sacrificing your sleep every week.
But then you decided against it, because you quite frankly could not be bothered to get up from the warmth of your bed. You'd tough it out for the night, but the next time you saw him, you'd have a few words for him.
-
The next morning, it was almost ten when you woke up. You didn't have your shift at the coffee shop you worked at until three, so you took your time in making your way out of bed.
You noticed the curtains of your neighbor's apartment were still open, but you could see his figure moving across the room. He was clearly on the phone with someone, and he didn't look too happy. You wondered what could have him so angry at such an early time of the morning. He seemed like a person who could use someone to talk to, someone who he could vent to.
But before you let your thoughts get ahead of you, you turn away from the window, heading back into your kitchen to eat breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead of you.
-
"Hi, what can I get started for you today?" You ask as brightly as you can muster at the moment. You were halfway through your shift, another three hours until close.
"Uh, just a large black coffee." The gruff voice says, and it takes you a second until you look up and look closely.
It was him.
"O-okay, that'll be $3.27." You say, and he hands you a five dollar note before grumbling,
"Keep the change."
"Thanks, and your name?"
He gives you a look that's asking, 'what the fuck do you need my name for?'
"For the order." You try and salvage your dignity, because it feels like the stare shrunk you to a speck of dust.
"James."
That's all he all but growls before turning back to find a seat.
As your coworker takes over the cash register, you grab the biggest cup and fill it with his desired coffee.
You try to not think about it too much, but the anxiety you feel rising up inside you and just calling his name to give him his coffee feels absolutely ridiculous.
"Are you just gonna stare at the cup or give it to the customer?" The voice of your coworker, Jenna, rings in your ears and you look up at her, snapping out of the trance you were in.
"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."
"Everything alright?" She asks, and you nod.
"I'm fine, it's just... that's my neighbor." You nod your head towards where James is sat, in the corner by the window as he watches the raindrops run down the expanse of the glass.
"The one who doesn't let you sleep?"
"Yeah, but I don't think he'd take it too kindly if I tell him about that. He seems to have a lot on his own plate anyways," You explain, and she just nods.
"Well, that sucks, but you still need ta' give the guy his coffee." Jenna smiles and walks back to what she was doing before.
You gently slide out from your spot behind the counter and walk to his table.
"Here's your coffee, James. Enjoy, and- uh, let me know if you'd like anything else." You tell him while placing the steaming cup in front of him.
He murmurs a thank you that you barely catch, but you don't quite have the time to sit and wait for more of a reaction.
For the next several hours, James sits right where he was. He doesn't do anything in particular, either. He just watches outside, as the rain continues to pelt down on New York City, and as people come and go from where they were.
Eventually, about an hour left until close, you offer another cup of coffee.
"Do you want a refill? On the house." You ask gently, waiting to see if you'll get brushed off again.
"Uh... are you allowed to do stuff like that?" He asks, and you're a bit taken aback at the sudden concern.
"I don't think you should worry yourself too much, James. Free coffee's free coffee." You smile lightly, and grab the cup before filling it up without his confirmation. You could tell he wanted to say yes but didn't want to seem rude.
"You didn't have to..." He grumbles, and you simply shake your head.
"I know, but you've been here a while, and what kind of employee would I be if I let a customer sit here without any sustenance?" Your lips ply into a tiny smirk, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.
He seems so guarded, defensive. Like any moment, he's ready to run if need be, you inspect to yourself.
"You'd just be a regular employee, Y/N." He says, but the way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine; and you can't tell if it's a good or bad one.
You unconsciously look down at your name tag, pinned to your black apron that's branded with the café's logo.
"Well, I felt like being nice. I hope you can deal." Your voice comes out short, but he knows you mean no harm.
As you walk back to the counter, you see a small smile playing on his lips, but he doesn't allow it to manifest on his face. You take that as a small victory for your last hour of work.
(bucky's pov).ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
The girl who works at this café is annoying.
But she's got a nice smile. And she's nice to me, Bucky thinks to himself.
He sips on the new coffee you'd just poured for him, without his consent, he thinks bitterly.
But it was a nice gesture.
Why can't you just take a nice gesture?
Because your brain's been scrambled eggs for 70 years. You don't know what to think about anything these days.
He watches you fiddle with the espresso maker, cleaning it with a rag, which you then dip into a bucket.
You look extremely familiar to him, but he can't exactly pin where he's seen you before.
Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall where he'd seen you, but for a moment, he comes up with nothing.
Ever since he's been living back in the real world, he hasn't been outside too much.
He goes on the occasional walk, or goes to the tower to see Steve and Sam.
But other than that, he spends a lot of time in his Brooklyn apartment. He watches movies that Steve suggests, or he invites Steve and Sam over to have beer and watch TV with him.
He hates how lonely it gets, though.
Bucky wishes that he had someone.
Someone who could understand.
And don't get him wrong, he loves Sam and Steve. They fill in the gaps in his days, and they make them better.
Sometimes, thinking about having something to do that day is what makes it. He likes having something to do, something to plan for for when his friends come over.
But it feels like a teeny, tiny part of his life is missing. A person shaped-hole in his heart.
But Bucky doesn't spend too long thinking about it, or it'll send him into a spiral about failure and how he needs to 'push himself to get out there more.'
Or that's what his therapist says.
"Hey, we're about to close, and we usually throw the pastries out at the end of the day. Do you wanna take these home, by any chance?" Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of the impending slippery slope of his lack of love life.
He hesitates to answer for a second, looking at the brown paper bag pinched between your fingers.
Bucky can tell you were nervous when you spoke to him. He knew he made you uneasy, and it killed him inside.
He hated that. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. But everyone seems to know who he is.
Who he was.
"Uh, what is it?" He croaks, unsure of what to say at your gesture.
"It's a few cookies and a chocolate croissant."
"Sure, I'll take 'em." Bucky simply answers, watching as you hand the bag over with a soft smile and watches you walk back.
You sweep up the floor and put up all the chairs, except for the one Bucky's sitting on. You leave his table alone, and bid farewell to your coworker who was scheduled to close with you.
Bucky doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he gets up after he sees you walk out the door, and follows you home.
Damn, if you like a girl, you usually ask for her number or somethin'. Not follow her home to make sure she's safe, you idiot. Bucky's inner voice speaks and sometimes, he wishes it would just shut up because he knows he has no game nowadays, but this is all he knows to do.
He realizes the way you're walking is familiar, and not at all of the way he was supposed to be going. That made him feel a little better, less like a creep. He's about half a block behind you, and when you turn onto the same street he lives on, he's really confused.
Did you know he was behind you? Are you trying to play a trick on him?
But before Bucky can speak up or say something, you walk right past his building, and into the one right next to it.
All of a sudden, images of you right on the street in front of your buildings flash through his head. He's seen you because you're his neighbor. Bucky's seen you right there, getting ready to start your run through the neighborhood, or probably on your way to work, now that he's seen where you work.
But he feels like there's somewhere else he's seen you; somewhere familiar.
He shakes his head, wondering why he's so caught up in you. He thought you were beautiful, but he feels a pull to you that he's never felt with anyone else before.
Bucky's hands move to unlock his door, sliding the key in and twisting the lock open.
He enters, staring at his dark apartment. It's moments like this, when he spends a long day alone, that he wishes there was someone.
Someone to come home to, to hug, to kiss, to share dinner with.
Some to fall asleep with at night. Someone to keep the terrors of the dark away.
But there was no one.
And then his mind thought back to you. Your hair, your face, your warm hands that touched his while you passed him the brown paper bag of treats.
Bucky wishes he was man enough to ask you out. Not even that, just to talk to you. Have a normal conversation, to get to know you.
But that wasn't in the cards for him anytime soon, he thinks.
For now, he focuses on taking things one at a time. And right now, all he wanted was a nice, warm shower and to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.
He's in his room, forgoing the lights for now, before he looks out his window.
For a moment, he believes his eyes are playing tricks on him.
There's absolutely no way that you are standing right there, right outside his window.
Well, in your own apartment, of course.
And there's absolutely no way in hell that Bucky is watching you undress right now.
As soon as you pull off your top, Bucky turns around before he could get more than a peek of your black lace bra, and he feels a burn in the pit of his stomach.
He can't tell if it's shame, guilt, or arousal.
(y/n's pov).ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
You couldn't stop thinking about James all day.
After yesterday, you wondered why you couldn't shake this feeling about him.
He'd made it quite clear that he's not a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't a you person.
But again, you tried to not take things too personally these days.
Sometimes, you wondered, though, as you looked through your bedroom window to his some nights.
You imagined what it would be like, watching one of those movies with him at night. Making dinner with him. Having coffee in the mornings before work, wondering what he did for a living.
You chastise yourself for your thoughts, thinking that you were crazy for these ideas you were coming up with out of nowhere.
As you pull off your clothes to get ready for bed, you feel the same emptiness fill your heart when your head hits the pillow, and another day has gone by where you're all alone.
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The next day, your shift was at ten in the morning so you were up early.
You took your time in rolling out of bed. The warmth of your duvet was holding you down, and you couldn't help take a peek out your window.
You see that the room facing yours is finally housing a body in the bed. In all the time you'd been living across him, you've only seen him on the floor.
You feel a warm flutter at that. Whatever reason led him to actually sleep in the bed last night was, you hope you played a role in it.
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You make your way to the café, and although walking in the rain wasn't ideal, you made it, somehow.
You clock in and head to the register, ready to take the millions of orders that come in through the day.
"Hi- oh! Welcome back. What can I get you?" Your tone of voice made it clear you were surprised, but was trying to not let it show.
"Uhm, just the same as yesterday, and... Can I get a chocolate croissant?" Bucky's gruff voice tells you.
You ring him up, wondering if you should say something about him being your neighbor. Although, he didn't seem too keen on looking you in the eye right now, and you wonder if you did something to make him uncomfortable yet again.
He seems to have this issue quite often.
Little do you know, this time, it isn't because of you or anything you did.
Well, nothing you did on purpose.
Nothing you were aware of at the time.
Anyways, you tell James to go take a seat and that you'd be right out with his order.
"Here you go, James," you place the plate and mug on the table, and this time, when you hear him say something, you turn around with furrowed brows.
"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said." You apologize, waiting for him to repeat himself.
"I- nevermind, it was stupid anyways. You probably have to get back to work." He mumbles while looking back down at his pastry.
"James, whatever it is, you can tell me." You offer with a kind smile. "I can come sit with you during my break, if you don't mind?" A hopeful smile crosses your face.
"Uh, I- yes, yeah, that would be nice." He struggles for a moment, but finally nods his head in confirmation along with his words.
"Alright, James. I get off in an hour for my break." You simply tell him with a soft grin, and you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away.
The blush creeping up your cheeks also stays there until the remainder of your shift.
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As you plop in the chair across from James, you inspect him for a moment.
He was attractive, you'll admit.
Okay, he was more than attractive.
"So, James, where are you from?" You ask, your own cup of coffee in front of you on the table.
"Well, I'm Brooklyn born 'nd raised. Never was a time I didn't live here. You?" His lip twitches, looking out the window fondly.
"That's nice. I moved here when I was nine, so I guess I've been here a while. But no matter where I go, there's nowhere like home." You smile.
"There really isn't, huh? This place is irreplaceable." He gives you a crack of another smile, and you find yourself yearning for more from him. Just a tooth, something.
"Well, do you live around here?" You ask, deciding to play coy. You wanted to see what he'd say.
"Uh, yeah, actually. Over on DeKalb and Clinton." He clears his throat, the hint of a smile on his face melting right off.
"Huh, that's so funny. I live on those streets too." You grin, waiting to see his reaction.
"O-Oh really?" James doesn't really know what to say without giving away that he knows where you fucking live.
"Yeah, isn't that funny? Which building?" You're pressing, and you know he knows, but you're having your fun right now.
"T-the uhm... I live in the Washington." He's now making zero eye contact with you, and you're close to breaking.
"What a coincidence! I live in the Oakley!" You're in a fit of giggles when his face drops, you just can't help it anymore.
"James, can I tell you something?" You ask in a coquettish manner.
"Yeah, I suppose you'll tell me even if I say no." He gives a tight smile as a joke.
"I don't wanna sound like a creep, but I knew you lived in the Washington."
"Oh," James releases a breath of relief, "thank God. I knew you lived in the Oakley, but I didn't wanna sound like a stalker either." He says.
You laugh, sliding a hand on top of his resting on the table.
"Y'know, you do this really annoying thing where you leave your movies running on full brightness on your TV, and I can see it through my windows at night." You laugh at the incredulity of the situation.
"Oh... I never even thought of that. I'm sorry, Y/N." He looks genuinely remorseful, and now you feel bad for any bad thought you've had about the man that lives across from you.
"It's alright. No big deal." Your smile does a good job of convincing Bucky that you truly weren't bothered by his actions, but he still felt bad.
"Y'know, maybe I could make it up to you?" He asks, and you feel a blush moving up your chest. "Like, maybe over dinner?" His voice is timid, you can tell by the way he tilts his head down while speaking.
"James," you slide your hand into his this time, your smaller one resting in his large metal one. "I'd love to go out with you sometime."
Before he could react, you stood up from the chair.
"My break's over, but I get off at 3." You lean down and pull a pen from your apron, scribbling your number onto a napkin. "Here."
You walk away before he could say anything, but there's something about him this time that you notice.
He's blushing, too. And he's smiling. A bright, white, blinding smile.
You think of that smile throughout your whole shift, until you see he's still waiting for you when it's time to go.
"So, do you like Chinese or Italian better?" He asks with a crooked smile.
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bonus scene:
six months later
You and Bucky are laid across your bed, the TV blaring a movie that neither of you are paying attention to. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over both of his, and his hand running through your hair.
"You wanna know somethin' doll?" Bucky asks, and you feel his chest rumble under your head.
"Yeah, everything okay?" You ask while leaning up on your elbow to get a good look at him, trying to gauge his mood.
"Everything's okay, just remembered something." He laughs, his hand moving to hold your jaw in it. You shivered at the touch, but smiled fondly at the action.
"When I first saw you at the coffee shop, that first day when you gave the free coffee and pastries... I followed you home."
Your brows furrow and it's clear that you were confused as to why.
"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then it turned out that you lived right next to me. So I went up to my apartment and wondered what I'd done right in a past life to have you live right next to me, and then I saw you lived right across from me." His face was tipped upwards, like he was replaying that night in his head.
"You followed me home just to make sure I was safe?" You asked in disbelief that he did something so nice for you, when at the time you thought he hated you.
"Of course, sweetheart. It was dark out and there 're some real jerks out there, y'know." One corner of his mouth lifts up in a soft smirk. "Didn't want anything to happen to ya."
You lean down and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, appreciating his gesture.
"I really thought you didn't like me back then, so this is a nice little secret you've been hiding from me." You giggle when he pulls you back in for a real kiss.
"Yeah, well, I don't think I could'a hated you if I tried, baby. You're too sweet. And at the time, I was still getting used to being out in the open without being a national security threat." You both laugh lightly, dropping your head down.
A moment passes where you bask in his words, letting them soak in. And then a thought hits you, and you can't help but become more curious. Now you need to know the answer.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, hon." Now Bucky's brows are pulled together, and you reach up and smooth out the wrinkle with your thumb.
"Did you ever... see me doing anything in here? Like, I usually keep the curtains open, and even if they're closed, they're pretty see-through..." You trail off, giving him time to craft his response.
You have a feeling you know the answer, considering how he turns red like a tomato in an instant as words leave your lips.
"I... there was this one time, but I swear, I wasn't trying to peep on you or anything, it was the same day I followed you and I just so happened to look into your window, and you were getting undressed, but I swear, I turned away as soon as I saw what you were doing, baby-" He was rambling, trying to save himself from sounding like a complete creep after all he's just told you.
"Did you like it?" You ask, innocently, but he knew what you were trying to do.
"I-I- You were getting undressed, sweetheart, of course I liked it... are you kidding me?" Bucky's grasping for the words, trying to make you understand.
"Well... we could always recreate it, but maybe in the same apartment this time?" You cock your head to the side, your doe eyes stirring a feeling in his abdomen.
"I think that's an excellent idea, honey." Bucky's hands grasp your waist as you slide on top of his lap. "After all, I am a hands on learner."
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fin. i hope you enjoyed!
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Tied To Me - F.W
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Fred Weasley x Fem ReaderÂ
Prompt 102: Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged⊠and you were loving it.
Prompt 104: âOh would you look at thatâ he laughed lightly âI can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.â
Prompt 105: His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.
Prompt 106: âBe carefulâ he warned you, fucking you faster âyou know how bad I want to knock you up.â
About/Requested:Â Fred and Y/N go out for a meal, Fred bumps into some investors who helped him out with his shop a few months back - the investors flirt with you and tell Fred youâre out of his league, when you get home - youâre in for the night of your life.
Warnings: 18+, smut, mention of food and eating, dirty talk/vulgar language, swearing, breeding kink, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral (male receiving).Â
"I can't believe I have never been here before, I can't believe I can actually afford this now!" Fred smiled widely, pride sparkling in his eyes.
He held your hand over the table in the warm and dimly lit muggle restaurant that played classical music during your stay. You smiled back at him and took a sip from your glass, swallowing the non-alcoholic cocktail.
"I'm so proud of you, Freddie." you stared into his prideful eyes and blushed as the waiter came over to take your orders, collecting your menus and walking off to communicate with the chefs.
"I couldn't have done it without you, love." Fred smiled, tracing circles into your palm "I'm really looking forward to our future, Y/N."
Your fancy, well presented, and mouth-watering dishes arrived, the two of you feeling slightly out of place surrounded by Rich families with perfect table etiquette and high class, a women sat across the room, playing with her pearl necklaces that rested upon her upper chest whilst her partner poured wine into his glass, the bottle costing more money than you had earned this month.
You and Fred ate your meals, discussing future plans, the taste of the food and how treats like these were more meaningful - although Fred insisted that you deserved more experiences like these and that he would make sure you experienced them more often now that his shop had become a huge success.
Drinking the last of your non-alcoholic cocktail, savouring the gorgeous taste of the raspberries, Fred asked for the bill which arrived just as fast as your drinks, he went bright red in the face realising he didn't completely understand muggle currency.
"Uh.." Fred couldn't look you in the eye, his embarrassment spreading across the room as other guests turned around to stare at him "Just give me one second."
Two tall men in suits were in the corner of the restaurant near the entrance door, talking to one another and pointing at your boyfriend when they spotted the back of his head.
"Fred-"
The two men walked through the restaurant, getting closer and closer to your table.
"I'm trying my best, Y/N," Fred stressed, staring at the change and pound notes in his wallet.
"Freddie, turn around!" You whispered, slightly worried and concerned for Fred's safety, the men looking rather intimidating in their suits, their hair slicked back with gel.
The taller man tapped on Fred's shoulder and spoke out in surprise, sounding rather surprised "Mr Weasley?!"
Fred turned around and burst into a cheeky grin, getting out of his seat and shaking their hands, getting stuck into an immediate conversation, you sat back in your chair and watched, slowly taking Fred's wallet, counting out the muggle money for him that he needed to hand to the waiter who stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and speaking to other members of staff.
"Fancy seeing you here in a place like this!" the shorter man spoke out.
The taller man leant to the side, peering over at you whilst you counted the notes and getting the exact change of coins into the palm of your hand.
"Who is this stunning young woman?" he asked, walking over to you.
You stared up at the man who stared at you, not even two metres away from you.
"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Fred smiled shyly, the shorter man next to him telling him how beautiful you are and how good you look tonight in your short and black, silk dress and red high heels that matched your lipstick.
"I'm Evan" The taller man outstretched his hand "It's a pleasure to meet you."
You went to grasp his hand to shake, Evan kissing you on the hand, instantly making Fred tick inside. The shorter bloke walked over and greeted you in the same way "and I'm Peter." he smiled, also kissing your hand.
Evan looked down at the notes and coins in your free hand, his mouth almost dropping to the floor "Oh Fred, you aren't making your girlfriend pay are you?"
Fred opened his mouth to speak but got cut off by his friend "It's on me, darling" he grinned pulling out a stack of notes, calling the waiter over "I'm paying for this lovely young ladies meal tonight, and her boyfriends."
The waiter accepted the cash and handed you and Fred tiny little mints for you to chew on as you left, Evan and Peter continuing to compliment you and stress how much you were out of Fred's league.
"Bloody hell! How did he manage to land you?"
"You've been dating for how long and he's not put a ring on your finger?"
"If you were my wife you'd be swept off your feet with children to look after!"
Fred wanted to rip their heads off, swing for them, demand that they clear off and never speak to either of you again - but no matter how infuriated and jealous he felt, he couldn't bring himself to do it; after all, Evan and Peter were the ones who invested in his business, to begin with.
Fred cleared his throat "I think it's time we were off, sweetheart" he pointed to the door with his thumb "got an early day tomorrow."
You nodded and put on your coat, pushing your chair in, Evan and Peter pulling you in for a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, encouraging you and Fred to meet them for a drink in Diagon Alley when you were available.
"Thank you again, Evan, for paying-"
"Don't mention it, Y/N! My treat!" he smiled, waving at you and your boyfriend.
"My Treat"
This pissed Fred off big time, this was supposed to be his night, treating you - not his investor swooping in and making him look like a right fool for not understanding muggle currency.
Fred grabbed hold of your hand and stormed out of the restaurant, both of you apparating home, the spinning and speed making you feel queasy and rather dizzy as you landed in your living room, falling on your sofa, the spinning slowing down and the three Fred's blending back into the one you loved.
Fred shook his head, an annoyed expression plastered across his face, he didnât say a word and walked into the bathroom, getting himself ready for bed - Evan and Peterâs voices echoing in his mind, repeating everything they said.
âYouâre too bloody good for him!â
âYouâd be silly to stick around any longer without a ring on your finger.â
âI bet youâll make a brilliant mother!â
âYouâre punching, Fred, how did you manage to land her?â
âIf I were you Iâd propose already - before someone else snatches her.â
You walked into the large bathroom quietly, coming up behind Fred, wrapping your arms around him, resting your face against his back.
âPlease talk to me,â you said softly âI donât like it when you get in a mood and ignore me.â
Fred grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt, you pulled away and stood by his side, pulling on his arm.
âPlease, Fred.â
Fred sighed and turned to look at you, shrugging off his shirt down his arms, catching it in one hand and placing it over the edge of the bath.
âIâm embarrassed, Y/N, Iâm irritated, Iâm pissed off.â
You nodded and stared at Fredâs chest, your eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful skin and perfect body shape.
âYou shouldnât be, Muggle money isnât the easiest to work out - and Evan helped out anyway which was really sweet-â
âIf you like him that much you shouldïżœïżœïżœve gone home with him instead of me then.â He snapped, pulling his arm out of your hand and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
You sighed and followed him, hearing the clunk of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his trousers being pulled down.
âFred, I donât understand why youâre in such a grump, you donât need to be embarrassed, shit happens-â
âIâve had to listen to two of my investors catch you up all night, hearing them express how much they want you, want to fuck you and get you pregnant, saying that Iâm not good enough for you, how am I supposed to feel!?â
You didnât answer, you didnât know how to feel, you didnât know what to think, Fred stared at you and became even more ticked off, he scoffed and pulled off his trousers, throwing them across the room, missing the laundry basket.
âI see how it isâ he spoke out âYou loved it, didnât you? You loved another man treating you with his money that he has more of than he knows what to do with.â
You rolled your eyes âOh donât be stupid Fred! Iâm not with you for your money, you know that!â you argued, pulling off your high heels and storming over to your wardrobe, placing your shoes inside at the bottom.
Fred ignored you, making you just as pissed off as he was, you could feel the tiny devil sitting down on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, encouraging you to tick Fred off on purpose, the angel on your other shoulder begging you not to do it.
But you did it anyway, and Fred couldnât hold himself back anymore.
âYou know whatâ you spoke up, your attitude popping out a little bit âyouâre right, I should have gone home with him instead of you!â
Fredâs eyes widened, he grits his teeth and storms over towards you in his boxers, grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to look at him. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, instantly regretting what you said, but also feeling your crotch flutter slightly as his hot breath beamed down on you.
âIs that what you want?â he glared âanother man fucking you?â
Fredâs hand snaked to your back, his fingers gripping on the zip on the back of your dress, studying your face before he tugged it down.
âI never said that-â
âBut you were implying it, werenât you?â
âFreddie-â
Fred knew what he was going to do to you, and you knew it too, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought and at Fredâs touch - his cock hardening in his boxers, poking out like the top of a tent.
Your dress dropped to the floor, Fred grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, as you kicked the dress across from you across the room, his lips smashed against yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling his tongue drag against your lips, you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore you with his tongue.
You reached down and started to caress Fredâs hard cock through his boxers, Fred groaned against your lips and with his free hand, grabbed yours and pushed it under his boxers, encouraging you to wank him off - which made your crotch flutter, even more, your wetness creating a tiny puddle in your knickers.
Taking Fredâs large length in your hand, you pumped his cock gently and softly, the two of you still exploring each other's mouths until Fred became impatient, wanting to feel your lips around his cock already.
He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his full of lust and hunger âget on your kneesâ he ordered, pulling down his boxers as you gripped the base of his length.
âGo on, suck my cock, love.â
You smirked at him and nodded, licking up and down his shaft teasingly before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it gently, Fredâs moans filling the room, your knickers getting even more soaked.
âFuck, Y/N, that feels so good.â
You pushed yourself and took more of Fredâs length - almost all of it - into your mouth, the head of his cock sliding down your throat, causing you to gag as his hands held onto your head, holding you in place and trying to push you down, causing you to gag and produce more saliva - you looked up at him with your wide and watery eyes.
âThatâs it, choke on my cock thatâs sliding down your throat.â
Fred continued to moan out, watching you, staring you down whilst you bobbed your head, sucking on his big cock and pumping it with your hand at the same time, sending your boyfriend close to the edge numerous times before he finally pulled you off him, lifting you from his saliva coated cock by gripping onto your hair with his hand.
You gasped for air, swallowing down the pooled saliva in your mouth, wiping your lips as Fred grabbed you by the waist, kissing you again, tasting himself on your lips as his hand stroked your pussy through your knickers.
âSo wet for me, arenât you?â he smirked, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric, his finger hooking the waistband of your knickers, slowly pulling them down.
âFredâ you breathed âI didnât mean what I said, you donât have to prove yourself to me-â
âI donât careâ Fred growled, rubbing your clit with his finger, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him âsit down and fuck me.â
You climbed on top of Fred, your legs spread, slowly lowering yourself down on his saliva coated cock, helping you sit down as he slid inside of you, his cock piercing into you, his length exploring you deeply, reaching your tummy.
Your legs rested at his sides, you needed a moment to adjust to his size and then you began to slowly buck your hips, riding him, also circling your hips which Fred gripped on to keep you grounded, you gasped out loud and moan feeling his cock brush against your G-Spot.
Your fingers got tangled in Fredâs messy hair, continuing to buck your hips and bounce up and down, your breasts bouncing, you leaned back and moaned out loud, the constant brushing of Fredâs cock against your g-spot was sending you over the edge, getting you closer to orgasm.
âFreddieâ you moaned out through panting, your voice high pitched âoh Freddie!â
Fred looked up at you with a smirk on his face, you moaning his name - not Evanâs or Peterâs made him feel really fucking good, he couldnât get enough of rubbing what he had in other peoples faces - even if he was thinking about it and not fucking you in front of them, or living next door to them and fucking you so hard they had to hear your moans like he wanted, but he could imagine it, and that was the nest best thing.
Fred quickly stood up, holding you so you didnât fall, your legs now wrapped around him, still inside you, as he turned around and placed you on the bed, your back laying against his soft sheets. Lifting up your legs, Fred placed them over his shoulders, his cock sliding even deeper inside of your, causing your mouth to open and a desperate moan to slip from your lips, Fred biting his lip at the sight of you.
âOh would you look at thatâ he laughed lightly âI can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.â
Looking down you could see the outline of Fredâs length poke through your stomach, you could feel yourself getting excited over him filling you up, your walls tightening around him ever so slightly.
âYouâre so deep inside meâ you whimpered, watching him start to slam in you, your moans becoming more frequent and louder.
Fred held onto your waist, his eyes bouncing across your body, focusing on your eyes, your lips, your rising and falling chest, your bulging tummy, your clit, your breasts, the sight of him fucking you - he didnât know which detail to focus on because the whole picture was perfect.
Slamming into your wet pussy deeper and faster, the slamming filling the room with your moans and his groans, you lolled your head back and moaned out, gripping your breasts with one hand, spitting in the other so you could play with your clit, lifting your head back up and locking eye contact with Fred.
Your fingers stroking your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling Fredâs cock twitch inside of you.
âBe carefulâ he warned you, fucking you faster âyou know how bad I want to knock you up.â
Those very words were enough for you when combined with the fast, deep, and hard thrusting.
Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged⊠and you were loving it.
âMaybe you shouldâ you teased through more panting, causing Fred to twitch again, your legs couldnât keep still upon his shoulders, your orgasm expanding and spreading throughout your body âthat way youâll be tied to me forever.â
Fred could feel himself getting closer to the end of the race âTied to you...â he breathed âfuck!â
As much as he wanted to plant his seed inside of you, he knew he couldnât, not yet - he needed to put a ring on your finger first, so instead of cumming deep inside your pussy, he reached for the next best thing.
âIâm going to cum!â he panted, quickly pulling out, his hard, red, juice coated, twitching cock gripped in his hand.
You lifted your legs off his shoulders and bent them, propping yourself up on the bed, laying on your tummy, your elbows lifting you up so you could welcome Fredâs length back into your mouth, tasting your own juices.
Your lips wrapped around his cock, you sucked as you did before, bobbing your head up and down with your hand gliding up and down in sync with the rhythm, Fred watched you eagerly and couldnât hold back.
You pushed his cock deeper in your mouth, so close to swallowing him whole as his head hit the back of your throat.
âFuck, Y/N, Iâm - Iâm cumming!â
His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.
Fred slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, he stumbled backwards, slightly dizzy and then sat down on the bed slowly, swinging his legs over so he could lie down comfortably in bliss, embracing his orgasm.
You wiped your lips and climbed into Fredâs arms, the two of you lying in silence, catching your breaths and cooling down.
âIâm tied to you, Fred.â you muttered âalways have been, always will be, I only want you,â you reassured him.
Fred wrapped his arm around you âIâm tied to you too, my loveâ he muttered softly, kissing your head.
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Hi!
I've been reading some of your posts and I am a big fanđ„°
I was wondering if its okay, maybe you could do a Loki x reader where they were best friends and denied each others feelings all the time and when Loki was brought to the TVA, he found reader there and lots of angst and fluffđ„°đđ
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Nothing Gold
Relationship: Loki x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: thank you so much for enjoying me work I am so glad that makes me so happy! thank you so much for the request. I really liked this idea and I think it came out okay - sorry the ending it a bit abrupt! thank you again :)
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Loki had to do a full-on, dramatic as hell, double-take while walking through the TVA library. He had come down to look for a variant file but had apparently ended up finding something else. More specifically â someone else.
You. You. You.
You, his best friend. You, the sweet girl he had a never-ending crush on. You, the one who had just gone missing one day.
Loki could never forget. It was like something wouldnât let him.
He had invited you around the palace for breakfast before you left his chambers for the night. You two had been up late reading together. You frequently popped over, usually claiming to stay for a few hours, just enough for Loki to read to you some verses of a poetry book, but those hours got longer and longer each time.
Next thing you two knew, it was nearly morning and you needed at least a few hours of sleep in your own bed. He had walked you out, asking you to come back for breakfast in a few hours. You happily agreed, giving him a quick hug before parting. Loki didnât want to let go. He remembered that detail very well. He wanted to pull you back in his chambers, just hold you for hours. Days. Months. Forever. But he didnât. He let you go, watching as you made your way back to your modest home. He never realized that would be the last time he saw you.
Well, actually, it technically wasnât. Because he was staring at you right now. You were at a table near the back of the library, head buried in some files but he could still recognize you. Could always point out that lovely, long hair and those soft, gentle hands. You were always a stark contrast against him.
Loki just watched you for a few moments, completely and utterly confused by the situation. The shock was wearing off and now question after question filled his brain. How did you end up here? What had you done? Were you okay? A million thoughts came over him but his legs had their own agenda. The next thing he knew, he was approaching your table. He almost didnât know how he got there.
He stood opposite of your sitting form. You werenât noticing him, apparently very invested in the file you were studying. Loki had to admit, that was quite like you. You were always one to get lost in the words, way deeper than he did.
Eventually, Loki cleared his throat, hoping thatâd do something. Slowly, you lifted your head, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him from head to toe. You didnât recognize him, Loki could see it in your eyes. He was just a variant turned agent to you. Something in him felt like it was stabbing his heart over and over again.
"Can I help you with something?" You hesitantly asked but your voice was still so sweet and kind, just as Loki remembered. You were far more patient and soft-spoken than he was.
He said your name like it was the greatest plead but you didnât react. Loki didnât know what to do then, realizing you were you but you alsoâŠwerenât. His face fell.
You were getting uncomfortable. "I-Iâm sorry, Iâm not sure I know who that isâ,"
"You donât?" Loki couldnât help the hurtful gasp he let out.
"Sir, Iâm sorryâŠ" Your eyes began searching around frantically. Something was going on. You were getting scared, way past uncomfortable. You wouldnât look at him anymore.
Loki said your name again, much forceful than the last. You jumped. You werenât directly responding but Loki could see something in your eyes. He said your name again. Then again. Like it was the only thing he knew. Your eyes met one another intensely, hypnotically.
After maybe the sixth time, you snapped. You jumped out of your seat, breathing heavily, scared, surprised. It had all happened too fast Loki was also taken back. You two were more than just staring at each other. Your wide eyes were taking him in.
"Loki?"
He felt so relieved to hear his name just float off your lips. It was as sweet as he remembered. Like a little lullaby. The stabbing in him stopped.
Loki nodded. "Itâs me."
"WhatâŠ" You looked around as if you had no idea where you were. And maybe you didnât but Loki hadnât expected your name to just snap you out of it. This opened a lot of questions for him but he didnât have time. He raised his hand, cutting off your words.
Loki nodded towards one of the bookshelf aisles further away from everyone. You nodded in understanding, following him down the rows.
Once you were a safe distance away, Loki wasted no time collecting you in his arms, his head buried in your shoulder. You were surprised for a moment at the gesture but then you fell into it naturally, like you had just hugged him yesterday. And really that was how it had felt. But Loki knew better. You had been gone for so longâŠ
"Loki," you mumbled his name, your head pressed into his chest. "What is going on?"
Loki stilled. "Why donât you tell me what you know."
You scoffed, breaking off the hug. You were a sweet one but Loki was no stranger to your tiny temper. You put distance between you two and Loki allowed it despite how much it hurt.
"What I know?" You repeated, folding your arms. "What I know is that Iâm standing in a library with you." You looked around at the space, noting an actual lack of real books. "What kind of library is this anyway? How did Iâ,"
"Do you remember anything before you got here?"
Your gaze dropped as you studied your shoes. They were some nice black flats but Loki knew that wasnât your style. You were not the business causal type, usually pleased with the feeling of Asgardian silk gowns.
Something was coming to you as you let out a soft gasp. "I was walking home. We-We had just finished a poem written by that Midgardian⊠Gosh, what was his name? Winter or somethingâ,"
"Frost," Loki mumbled. "His last name was Frost and you enjoyed his poem about how nothing gold can stay. You found it relatable. Iâll admit, you may have been onto something."
A light had gone on within you. "You thought it was pretentious." Your gaze met Lokiâs once more. "I called you a fool and laughed. Then we saw daylight breaking and⊠and I had to go home. I missed my bed. You wanted breakfast in a few hours. I agreed to come back."
Loki nodded, encouragingly, but your words had fallen off. "What happened next?"
You shook your head, that blank expression washed over you again. "I donât know."
Loki let out a sigh and leaned back on the shelf. "Do you remember anything after that?"
You looked back down at your outfit. At least the pencil skirt was nice. "Yes," you admitted. "I was hired here. I report on variants to protect the sacred timeline." It sounded to Loki like you were reading a script. What the hell was going on here?
"But you donât know how you got from Asgard toâŠhere?"
You sighed, a bit annoyed. "How did you get here?"
The snippy temper was back. You were still you. Loki couldâve kissed you, a feeling that had come over him before but was suddenly more intense than ever. He would, he promised himself. He couldnât leave you again without doing so.
"I had a bit of anâŠincident."
"Really? You? I never wouldâve guessed," you said, the sarcasm on your words dripped heavily. Loki gave quite the dramatic eye roll. You let out a little giggle.
"Yes, well, never mind what got me here, I am here," he said, motioning towards nothing. "And I am assisting with the hunt of a variant."
"Youâre helping them?"
Loki scoffed. "Donât act so surprised." A beat. "I didnât have much of a choice."
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile but failed miserably. Loki had missed this. If he focused really hard, it almost felt like you two were back in Asgard, lounging around, talking about nothing. Teasing one another. His heart was aching.
"What do you know about the variant?" You eventually asked.
Loki glanced away. "Itâs me."
"You?"
He shrugged. "Well, a version of me. Another variant."
You slowly crossed the aisle, coming to stand right next to Loki, your shoulders pressed against one another. Lokiâs breath hitched just a bit. He would never get used to this.
You asked, "Well, what have âyouâ done?"
Loki resorted back to his witty humor. "Nothing good as you could assume."
"This mischief of two Lokis is unthinkable."
Loki let out a laugh which you followed suit with. You two were laughing over nothing in this random library in wherever this place was. He could barely understand it and you were absolutely clueless. But the moment of laughter was good, was familiar. Too bad it couldnât last.
"Iâve missed you," Loki admitted after the laughter had faded out unceremoniously. You looked a bit surprised at the confession.
"Truly?"
He nodded.
You blushed and looked down. "Iâd say I missed you too but I donât feel like weâve been apart. How long has it been?"
When Loki wasnât giving an answer, you forced yourself to turn back to him. He was staring at you quite intensely. You shivered under the gaze. It was an expression you hadnât seen before, he hadnât allowed you to see. It was one full of love and interest and adornment.
"Too long," was all he said before his lips were on yours. Loki finally took what he had been craving and it was happening in the TVA library. The fucking TVA. Lokiâs head was still spinning with worries about this whole thing but, slowly, he got lost in you. In your lips and softness. Your hands grasped his shirt as you deepened the kiss â you. You wanted more from him. And he was happy to give.
His hands caressed your sides lovingly, feeling and holding you in the way he had always dreamed. It was better than anything he couldâve conjured. It felt right and real. Good and⊠Too good. Too powerful.
An alarm was going off somewhere now. You hadnât seemed to notice it, still captivated in the kiss, but Loki was aware. He forced you two apart, reluctantly. You looked at him, ready to protest, but before you could ask anything, Loki was placing a hand over your mouth.
Footsteps were approaching. They were coming towards your aisle. Whatever had happened here wasnât good, something had gone haywire. Had he broken the timeline? Was that even possible here? Loki didnât know but what he did know was there was an army on the hunt for them. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, looking for an escape route.
"Loki," you finally were able to speak, keeping your voice hushed as you two maneuvered the maze of shelves, "what did we do?"
"We love each other."
"Love?"
Loki stopped despite there being no time to stop. "Am I wrong?"
You didnât answer. That was all he needed. Now to only get the hell out of here. Loki couldnât tell if his encounter with the TVA had been a blessing or a cure as he held you close to him, refusing to lose you again to whatever trap this place planned to lay.
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home. (nanami kento x f. reader)
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word count: 1.8k
synopsis: coming home to you after a long tiring day is everything nanami ever wanted in life.
contains: domestic fluff, established relationship, a bit of sexual suggestiveness
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Smooth jazz music fills the apartment when Nanami Kento comes home. His lips curl into a tiny smile when the scents of different spices tickle his nose, and he carefully takes off his shoes, jacket and glasses, before loosening his tie. You are inside the kitchen, humming along to the music while chopping some vegetables to add to the curry youâre making for dinner tonight. Nanami waits until youâve finished chopping the zucchini and bell pepper, quietly observing how you lay down the knife to wipe your hands on the kitchen towel. Only then does he step into the kitchen to wrap his strong arms around your waist and pull you flush against his broad chest. You squeal but immediately relax into his arms when he mumbles a soft âGood evening, love.â into your ear. You turn around to smile up at him and gently cup his cheek with one hand, thumb rubbing over the stubble on his chin. He nuzzles deeper into your palm before turning his head to press a soft kiss against your warm skin. âHow was your day?â, he asks gently, and you smile. âNothing out of the ordinary. Work was uneventful and so slow I was allowed to go home an hour earlier. Mina says hi by the way, and asks if we want to come over for a game night on Sunday.â Your boyfriend kisses the tip of your nose, before humming in confirmation. âSure, sounds good to me.â You purse your lips, drawing your eyebrows together in silent worry while your eyes travel over the dark circles under his eyes and the tired lines around his mouth âYou look exhausted, Kento.â, you finally say, but Nanami just gives you a soft smile and shrugs. He has to admit that the sudden surge in curses over the last few weeks has been exhausting. He dislikes nothing more than having to work overtime, simply because it means putting work before coming home to you, but sometimes it just canât be helped - and heâs nothing if not responsible. âNothing a quick shower, your infamous curry and a bit of extra sleep this weekend canât fix.â, he answers soothingly, and you stand on your tiptoes to press a loving kiss against his lips, loud mwah-noise included. âFine. Then go move your cute butt into the shower, dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.â, you reply, and he raises one eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. âMy butt is not cute.â, he says, voice laced with quiet humor, and you grin at him, eyes sparkling with barely hidden glee. âOh, it is very cute. Now go, I need to finish my âinfamous curryâ.â And with that you step out of his warm embrace and turn towards the stove again, clearly dismissing him to go get his much needed shower.
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The hot water does wonders for his stiff, aching muscles. So for a few minutes, Nanami just enjoys the water gushing around his steeled body, the bathroom quiet except for the sounds of the shower and his own steady breathing. Suddenly, your voice cuts through the serene atmosphere: âFIVE MINUTES LEFT UNTIL IâM STARTING TO EAT - WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR CUTE BUTT!â Nanami canât help but smile, quickly turning off the shower and beginning to dry himself with one of the big fluffy towels that always smell like your favorite laundry detergent.
Youâre just setting the steaming plates onto the dinner table in the dimly lit living room when your boyfriend leaves the steaming bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. You raise both eyebrows and cock your head to one side, eyes roaming his body appreciatively before landing on the wry twist of his mouth. Youâre about 89% sure heâs flexing his muscles on purpose now, just to see the blush spread over your entire face until it has reached the tips of your ears. âI like sticking to the rules, so dinner first, then dessert.â, you try to say nonchalantly, a bit annoyed at your own reaction to Nanamiâs half-nude body. Even after years of dating and living together, your boyfriend still has the same effect on you - the effect being the sudden activation of something you lovingly call your âmonkey brainâ.
âMeaning?â
Oh now heâs teasing you.
âMeaning you better put on some clothes or I cannot be held responsible for my next move.â, you reply and take a step closer, your hand traveling over his stomach, making his abdominals clench, before you take his chin between your fingers, pulling his face closer to yours. âBut Iâll happily have some dessert later.â, you whisper against his lips, and he grins wolfishly. âGood. Then I shall behave and get dressed.â With that, Nanami covers your mouth with his, and before he can pull away again, you quickly deepen the kiss, tongue brushing against his bottom lip. He begins to smile, and cocks one eyebrow. âI thought dinner first, then dessert?â You sigh, and nod. âYes, yes. So please just go, you heathen.â His deep chuckle makes heat spread through your entire body, and his intense gaze isnât helping either, but then he finally leaves the living room, broad figure slinking away in the darkness of the hallway. You exhale deeply, cupping your own face to cool down your blazing cheeks. âDamn that man and the weird power he has over me.â, you mumble, only half joking, before finally sitting down at the dinner table, taking a few deep gulps from your glass of water. A few seconds later, your boyfriend reemerges, now clad in dark grey sweatpants and a simple white shirt, hair still damp and feet bare. You sigh dreamily, rest your chin on your palm, and just stare at him. Nanami always looks very put together, usually wearing suits and ties, which you also love on him, but this? Him looking so laid back and just overall boyfriend-y? Thatâs a whole other level of hotness. âYouâre drooling.â You jump when his voice interrupts your thoughts, and shoot him a playful glare. âAm not.â, you mumble, âBut now that youâre finally here and dressed, letâs eat - bon appĂ©tit.â He just purses his lips in an attempt to stifle his pleased smile before he sits down and lifts his spoon. âBon appĂ©tit, love. Thank you for making dinner.â And with that, the two of you begin eating.
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âWant to finally finish âAlice in Borderlandâ before going to bed?â, your boyfriend asks after basically having wolfed down two plates of your delicious curry, and you nod immediately. Thatâs one of the many great things about Nanami - heâs not easily impressed nor easily invested in something, but once he is, he really is. Meaning that even though his schedule has been crazy busy this week, you guys still managed to binge-watch almost all episodes of the relatively new Netflix show. âAbsolutely, let me just clean up first though.â, you say, already standing up, but Nanami suddenly wraps his long fingers around your wrist to tug you towards him until youâre standing between his legs. He presses his face against your stomach and buries his nose in the soft cotton of your shirt, deeply inhaling your scent, both arms tightly wrapped around you. You chuckle and carefully run your fingers through his hair, nails gently raking across his scalp. He shivers and a tiny moan escapes him, making your whole body tingle with want, but you quickly shake off the feeling. âRough day?â, you ask quietly, but Nanami just shrugs. You rarely ask about his work, knowing he prefers to keep it as far away from you as possible. Of course you know heâs a powerful sorcerer, know he is perfectly capable of handling any and all situations no matter the danger, but other than that, he rarely if ever tells you about his missions, always keeping you in the dark but also safe, as he says. âYou know you can always talk to me if you need to.â, you say softly, and your boyfriend pulls back to give you a small smile. âI know, love. Thank you. Iâm really grateful to have you.â You feel your throat close up with unshed tears, and just nod once, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. âMe too, Kento.â He lifts his head to brush his lips against yours before suddenly standing up. âYou already made dinner, so Iâll clean up. You go move your cute butt over to the couch and wait for me.â, he demands, and you lift one eyebrow. âOh, so you can call my butt cute but Iâm not allowed to?â Nanami grins. âYouâre more than welcome to call your own butt cute too, I never once said anything against that.â You playfully smack his chest, which basically feels like youâve just punched a brick wall, and shoot him a playful glare. âThatâs absolutely not what I meant and you know it.â He just gives you a smug smile before wordlessly taking the dirty plates and carrying them towards the kitchen.
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Half an hour later, youâre lying between Nanamiâs outstretched legs, back pressed flush against his chest while heâs wrapped both arms around your waist. âReady for the last two episodes?â, you ask, and your boyfriend just hums in confirmation, his breath tickling your neck and making you shiver. âLetâs go then.â And with that, you press play.
With your back to him, youâre unable to see Nanamiâs gentle smile while he gazes down at you, warm and soft and safe in his arms. While he feels like the world of sorcerers is currently going crazy due to the sudden appearance of Sukunaâs new vessel, you continue to be a steady and grounding presence in his life. Mostly unknowing of and therefore untainted by the world of curses and darkness he decided to be part of, youâre the light he will always search for and return home to. You donât even understand the impact you have on him, how grateful he is to you for bringing so much warmth and laughter into his life, to be the person he can confidently call his home. You giggle at something said on tv, and almost unconsciously, he pulls you even closer to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss against your sensitive neck and making you squirm in his arms. âLater, Kento.â, you chastise him, and he just hums, nuzzling deeper into your soft hair, before intertwining his long fingers with yours. He already knows that one day soon, your hand will have a ring on it - the one he bought months ago but still keeps safely tucked away in the deepest, darkest corner of his closet, just waiting for him to ask you the most important question of his life. For now, heâs just happy to finish âAlice in Borderlandâ with you safe in his arms.
And to have dessert later - donât think he forgot about that.
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Fade Into You (Leon Goretzka) Part II
a/n: Here it is, the second part, and I can officially say that I wrote this under fever while pretending to work today. I will probably go back to edit some grammar later on, but for now, you can read it, enjoy and tell me what you think of it, anon or not. Lots of love, and thanks to the anon who requested the prompt. I never thought Iâd be able to write something like this.Â
PART I
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The familiar melody of her laugh caught his attention, and despite being in the middle of conversation with Janine, Leon let his eyes wander to where she stood, noticing that she was in the company of his friends and teammates â one of them being no other than Kevin Trapp. Not that he had something against the man, itâs just that something about him that night was getting on his nerves.Â
He is fun to have around.Â
He narrowed his eyebrows, remembering her words before quickly turning his attention back to Janine, taking a small sip of his beer. Janine was stunning as usual, but for some reason, Leon didnât really feel like having a conversation about the newest business she had invested her ex-husbandâs money in, so pretending that he was called over by someone, he excused himself to leave.
And Janine didn't seem to mind because as soon as he left her side, she turned around and started talking to someone else.Â
Deciding that it would be best to spend some time with her and his other friends, he slowly made his way towards their table, suddenly stopping midway, unable to keep his eyes off of her and how good she looked in the clothes she was wearing â the deep-red lipstick matching the skirt that she made herself. He spent hours watching her sew layer upon layer on her tiny sewing machine.
For a reason unknown to him, his abdomen contracted for just a split of a second at the memory, but he quickly shook his head, starting to walk towards them â her laughter reaching his ears yet again.Â
Whatâs so funny?
âOh, servus!â Leroy hollered as Leon approached their table with his half-finished beer in hands, âbelieve it or not, we were just talking about you.â
âI am sure she knows better than to trust anything that comes out of your mouth,â Leon teased subtly, sending a quick wink in her direction and making her smirk over the lip of the wine glass she was holding.Â
And just for a moment, he had difficulties to look away from her face.Â
âThen, you wonât mind if I steal her for a dance or two?â Leroy asked, wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders â the simple movement making Leonâs ears fire up.Â
Get a grip.
âShe doesnât need my permission to have you stomping all over her feet, Le,â Leon answered with a sour smile, trying to keep himself composed, but judging by the look Kevin and Joshua gave him, he was failing miserably.
Leroy grinned approvingly before whisking her away from the table â both of them giggling like children as they made their way towards the dancing area, disappearing into the small crowd.Â
 With an annoyed expression and a weird feeling in his stomach, which he couldnât shake off, Leon watched them from afar â his hands gripping the bottle of his beer a bit too tight, making his knuckles go a paler shade.Â
Next to him, Kevin and Joshua observed the midfielder with amused faces â the tall goalie nudging Joshuaâs knee knowingly under the table.
âNice suit,â Kevin started, clearing his throat as he tried to contain the laughter, making Joshua look up from his phone screen for a second.
Leon nodded, gazing away from Leroy and his friend dancing badly on the tunes of Nenaâs 99 Luftballons. âThanks,â he mumbled, nodding towards the dancefloor âshe made it.â
With a shit-eating grin, Joshua placed his phone back in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, looking towards Kevin. âAlter, imagine having a girl whoâs not only funny, but can make clothes. Every time you need to look good, you get a new suit.â
âNah, itâs not that easy,â Leon commented absentmindedly, âbecause it takes two hundred and twenty pieces to make a suit,â he added, getting two confused looks from both of his teammates, âitâs too much of a hassle, and I told you already, sheâs just a brâ,â Leon stopped himself, quickly taking a sip of his beer to mask the words that for some reason started to have a bitter taste in his mouth, âsheâs just a friend.â
If she was just a friend, why do you want to punch Leroy in the face for dancing with her?
The last notes of Nenaâs song finished, and the melody suddenly switched to yet another familiar, but much slower song that made the entire room go silent for a second just before everyone seemed to move towards the dancefloor in pairs.Â
âThatâs my cue,â Joshua started, âLina loves this song.â
Leon smiled softly, leaning on his elbows on the table as Kevin said something which he dismissed before gazing at Joshua and Lina, both smiling like lovesick teenagers, making their way towards the dancing area. From the corner of his eye, Leon also noticed Manu leading Nina under the same dim lights before starting to dance slowly.
Wicked Game was still playing when he noticed her walk back through the crowd surrounding her, and with a quick glance at the couples, he saw Leroy dancing with his girlfriend, and he couldnât help but feel his heart fill with emotions as he looked back at her. Setting his beer on the table, he straightened his jacket before taking a few long strides towards her, meeting her halfway.Â
âLetâs dance,â he offered without hesitation â his voice unusually coarse.
âYou never dance, Leon,â she dismissed him humorously with a wave of her arm, âwhat has gotten into you?âÂ
Leon didnât bother answering, but rather took her hand in his, making her stop smiling as she looked up at him under her eyelashes, and he swallowed the knot that seemed to be stuck in his throat.
âThe song will finish soon, and I want to dance with you,â he murmured, and with a reassuring smile he led her into the crowd, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her waist once they found their spot among the couples.Â
They moved slowly - Leon not being the greatest dancer either, but confident enough to lead her as they swayed in sync. She didnât speak nor look at him, but once she placed her head on his chest, he swallowed discreetly, closing his eyes, hoping that she couldnât hear his heart over the music.Â
The song changed yet again, this time the mellow tunes of Fade Into You resonated throughout the room, and she looked up at him with a small smile â the faintest blush on her cheeks visible even under the hazy lights.Â
Leon couldnât stop himself from smiling, realising what had just happened between the two of them; what just happened inside his head.Â
Blind idiot.Â
âYou look beautiful,â he whispered with a small smile, âactually, itâs very difficult for me not to stare,â he added as her gaze met his â eyes widening ever so slightly at the boldness of his words, and her cheeks only became deeper shade of red. He smirked at the sight before him, leaning closer to her ear. âAre you blushing?â
âMaybe,â she whispered back nervously, tiptoeing on her high-heels to be closer to his ear.
He moved his head back to look at her â his fingers itching to touch her face, but instead he let his eyes drop to her lips, and once again he felt the same heat rush through his body, leaving him shivering rather than burning.Â
âThe colour of your cheeks matches your lipstick,â he smoothly stated, looking her in the eyes, yearning for a reaction of some sort.Â
With a sheepish smile, she looked away and at the several couples already leaving the dancefloor giving them more space. Leon smirked to himself, stepping backwards and giving her a twirl, teasing out a small, surprised gasp from between her lips.Â
Pressing her body back into him, he couldnât help but give her lips a long stare once again.Â
âItâs waterproof, you know,â she mumbled shyly. âThe lipstick, I meanâŠâ
Leon breathed out a shaky breath, pulling her just a tiniest fraction closer, spreading his fingers across the small of her back. Apprehensively, he looked around the people surrounding them, making sure that no one was really paying attention to the two of them before resting his forehead against hers.Â
âTrust me, there is nothing else that Iâd rather do right now, but not here.â
To many people, Leon came across as a bit shy and perhaps reserved, but if he was to be honest, he just liked his privacy more than anything else. Being in the spotlight taught him many things, and one of them was how important it was to keep some things hidden away from the curious eyes.Â
She breathed out softly, and he smiled â for a moment letting himself get lost in the depths of her irises. Her arms untwined from around his neck, dropping down to his hands before she gently laced their fingers together. Her confidence was more than enough for Leon to take the hint before leading her through the crowd and outside the banquet room, stopping only when they reached the empty garden area.Â
âWhatâs happening, Leon?â she asked shyly, and Leon shook his head, looking up into the sky for a second, feeling the strangest mix of emotions rush through him â his body tingling in excitement.Â
âI am fading into you,â he whispered, looking back at her.Â
Moving one of his arms, he nestled his hand just below her jawline while reaching out to touch her face with his other, feeling the warmth of her skin on his fingertips. Without hesitation, both of them moved closer, their lips inches apart before bringing their lips to meet in a gentle kiss.
What they didnât know was that they werenât exactly alone, outside, in the garden area, because a very bored Kevin Trapp stood some feet away, watching the two love fools finally sharing a kiss. With a smirk, he turned around, taking his phone out and opening the group chat he shared with Leroy and Joshua before quickly typing and sending a single message.Â
The idiot finally did it.
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set your world alight (m)
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genre : fluff, smut, tiny lil bit of angst
pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)
word count : 24k (eye-)
warnings/content : mentions of bruises, mature language, long haired jaykay, awkwardness & cutesy overload, clumsy frustrating idiot(s), bratty reader, explicit sexual content (fingering, handjob, protected penetrative sex), HARRYPOTTER!AU (i cant believe i forgot to precise that in the teasers), jeon as charlie weasley, pretty much.
Jeon Jungkook is a mystery. Master of dragons. Long dark locks hiding a face most have never seen. Skin covered in scars. A brave, unpenetrable, curious being that you donât know much about for, the very few times youâve seen him in your life, you didnât dare talk to him. Of course, youâd have the fatest crush on him.
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âIf we add roses instead of eucalyptus, wouldn't it turn into a love potion?â
You could have predicted it. If you were to have spent your evening scribbling the course that this morning, with the introducing of a new potion to your year 6 class, would take, solely based on intuition and experience, you would have gotten it right. Down to who's asking the question.Â
âNo, it wonât.â
âAre you sure?â
Are you? After having spent your whole schooling career in Hogwarts, having studied the art of potion-making for five years filled with internships in the four corners of this Earth, in the greatest House of Potions there are, are you sure?
You could say all that. You could even tell to this annoying Gryffindor to shut the hell up because everyone, and you first, canât stand to hear her voice anymore, interrupting constantly every lesson either with pointless questions or with obnoxious jabber.
But you donât. Obviously, you donât.Â
âFor now, letâs just focus on learning what the actual recipe is. Weâll worry about interchanging ingredients later.â
Which is almost a lie. You wonât ever do that with them. You have your tight program, with a limited amount of recipes, that youâre supposed to go through with them. And creating new potions, or adapting already existing one to discover new effects are not on the plan. Not with Mrs Umbridge watching closely over every Hogwarts teachers' shoulders.Â
If they ever still find themselves obsessed with their dating life and enlarged pores once they'll be done with school, they will worry, on their very own, about creating the magic juices and ointments they need -given their lack of attention, investment and overall talent, you do sincerely hope they drop it because the results might lead to catastrophes but that's beside the point.Â
Miss Gryffindor sighs loudly. Turning slightly on her chair to roll her eyes to her friends, who snicker along, theyâre whispering Merlin knows what about you and youâre just left there, trying to find your way back to the lesson without losing too much of your composure.Â
It doesnât take you so much effort because unfortunately you are used to this. This class of Gryffindor is terrible. In your couple of years of teaching, youâve never fallen upon a class filled with so many disinterested, awfully rude teenagers. Naively, when you just walked out of Hogwarts yourself almost ten years ago, when you were wondering with a certain dreadful desperation, what path to head for, you had finally chosen the teaching one, believing that by the time youâll become a teacher, youâll be old enough and teenagers would stop being scary by then, you might even grow a little fond of them, embodiment of a something long time gone, of nostalgia.Â
You were wrong. At twenty-six, you still feel like a barely done with teenagehood human, hardly an adult yet. The weapons you thought youâd gather along the way didnât appear in your robeâs pockets as you thought they would.Â
Instead, you only have one, effective on an immediate use, but pretty useless on the long run: a monkâs patience.Â
You can ignore them. When theyâre being so aggravating, you consider sometimes taking a hundred points away from their house -but you donât because youâll have to justify to the very biased Head of Gryffindor and fucking Umbridge-, you can ignore them. Itâs the most effective way to react as it doesnât feed them much, they just get annoyed with your unresponsiveness and decide to contain their disruption between themselves. The thing is, the steam has to blow some way, somehow. Itâs fine when you can wake up early and spend an hour or so meditating, to gather all of your monk's potential, or if you ever have a Draught of Peace laying around, that can help too.Â
These days, itâs just harder to meditate, to try and keep your mind light, unbothered and calmly content.
So much harder that by the end of the class, only fifteen minutes left, you snap and end up taking off ten points from Gryffindors.Â
Thereâs a lot of whining, of strident eruptions of indignation, however, youâre smart enough to do it the moment youâre dismissing your class and they have to leave, sulking and hating you with a passion, for their next lesson.Â
âWhat have you done?â Itâs Taehyung asking. He has a little alarmed look shading his abnormally handsome face, but a tiny little tremble of the corner of his mouth gives him away.Â
âTen points.â You state with a bored raised of your eyebrows. What a bunch of babies.Â
âYou suck. Theyâre going to hate me too, now.â
Which is not true. Immature profiles like them would tend to hate a teacher simply by association -it is to say that Taehyung is well known to be always stuck to your shoes, you grew up together anyway- but they would never Taehyung. Heâs too handsome, has a voice way too sultry, too much charisma for anyone to hate him, especially his students. They can't stand his lessons though. Heâs the worst option for a History of Magic teacher. He is passionate about his studies, really really passionate. Therefore his classes, in summarise, turn into him ranting non-stop, jumping from the main point to tiny insignificant streams made of pointless anecdotes that leave his students lost and confused, holes in their parchments, hands burning from their poor attempt at trying to take notes. His classes are Hell, made of boredom and confounding. The only upside being that heâs very nice to look at. Heâs like an ancient mage stuck inside an elf body.Â
âDo you know how many times this year Iâve had to tell them that âno, this potion that has nothing to do with a love potion canât be turned into oneâ? Why do I have to deal with their hormones all the time, seriously?â
âYou mean, on top of yours?â It freezes you on the spot You could have heard that coming, with the big old ton-heavy boots. You donât bother looking up from your papers you are reorganising. Itâs pointless because you already know what youâd see. The smart assâs shit-eating grin, singularly square at the edges, with the mischievous squinted eyes and subjective dance of the eyebrows.Â
âShut up.â
âI canât. I know you love talking about him since you donât talk to him.â
The shame is burning the back of your neck. Itâs climbing up your cheeks, taking over your ears in the process. If thereâs one person who does wonders at not-making-you-feel-like-an-adult, itâs Kim Taehyung. Because of course he saw you grow up, and of course, heâs noticed that the timid, coward of a little Ravenclaw you used to be, hasnât changed one bit.
âYouâre so mean.â
âAm not too.â He giggles as he leaps from the front table he had been sitting on to your desk, where he takes a seat, not caring about your quill holder that he knocks down. âYouâre never going to try?âÂ
âI donât know, Tae.â
âHe doesnât look mean. A bit gruff but I guess thatâs what living like a wild creature surrounded by the wildest creatures makes you look like.âÂ
You hum non-committally. You have come to the same conclusion already. But you hate the idea that you could be right because it gives you one less reason to not dare approach him. âHe must be nice.â
âHe must?â You cackle a bit. He doesnât even sound so sure of this statement. Taehyung smiles along, shrugging with a tilt of his head.Â
âWell, I donât know. But you have to talk to him. Soon heâll be portkeying back to his Transylvania-â
âRomania.â
â-you wonât see him ever again. And also, seriously, itâs been like, what, three months since heâs back?â
âActually, itâs been barely a month.â The idiot is pretending, with a grandiloquent theatrical performance, that he doesnât believe you, that somehow youâre trying to deceive him. And itâs ridiculous because no matter how dramatic he always aims to be, no matter how long indeed this whole pinning over the pretty guy without having the courage to act on your feelings has been lasting, it still has not been three months. Itâs been three weeks and four days, not that you're counting.Â
He arrived on a rainy Friday morning, you remember it well because the wet weather agitated the frogs an awful lot and you ended up spending your ten minutes of break between two classes, on all fours, crawling along the hallways of Hogwarts to try and retrieve three escapees.Â
A real joy.Â
Especially when he appeared at the end of the hallway. Soaked to the bones but not seemingly caring, as opposed to Mr Filch who seemed even angrier than he usually does. You barely recognised him, from so far, looking up from the ground, with the hood of his heavy coat low above his eyes, nothing peculiar in his appearance that would give him away, not a word uttered that could have helped. Until he turned the corner of the hallway, and the emblem of this foreign school of wizardry appeared. With the purple embroidery contouring the white seagull, it just clicked. You remembered the rumours spreading wildly, excitedly around the castle, that despite the very vindicative Mrs Umbridge's opinion, dragons would be introduced this year to the course of Care for the Magical Creatures and real dragons, seen by their master, would be flying to you and inhabit the grounds of Hogwarts for this semester.
And of course, it would be him. With his impressive resume, or that unauthorised biography written about him by that one stingy journalist singing his lauds that you could read anywhere -there was even a version, presented as fiction, thatâs been published in the muggle world- and also, his first and last visit to Hogwarts, two years ago, for the Triwizard Tournament when he proved his talent and bravery in front of all by forcefully regaining control over a Horntail that was just about to chew a few studentsâ heads off after having eluded his chains -and conveniently, it's also the same time when you fell head over heels for the stranger.Â
It was ridiculous because you never talked to the guy. But two years later, just his silhouette and the bouncing of his heavy head of curls you have to come to the shameful acknowledgement that your heart hasnât gotten over the crush.Â
Itâs ridiculous.Â
It precisely why you shouldnât have talked about it to anyone. Itâs just too hard to keep anything from Kim Taehyung though. Even if your life would have been so much easier if youâd only have to listen to your own nagging about this and not his.Â
âYouâre going to end up as a crazy old spinster if you keep acting like that.â
âAnd youâre going to be late for your class if you keep on bothering me.â
âI donât have a class.â Taehyung stares, dubiously. Now that you donât have to face head-on your shame, attention slightly steered away from your useless self, you can stare back, glare even, as you challenge him with a raised eyebrow.Â
âYou do.â
You relish in the sickly white suddenly brushing all over his face. He curses under his breath, grabbing his briefcase with one of his gigantic hands, before heâs flying out of your classroom.Â
Quite frankly, youâre not sure if he does have a class at the moment. You do know for a fact that he doesnât know either because strangely enough, for a teacher whose whole subject depends on memory and a good one at that, heâs never been able to memorise his planning.Â
An easy escape youâve come up with.Â
Everyone needs those.Â
Especially whoeverâs having their ears talked off by the crazy old howl, Umbridge, down the corridor. You can hear her from your room, even with the door almost shut close. Her whole monologue is hard to decipher. You do hear that it has something to do with âher disapprovalâ and someone else's âirresponsibilityâ and âpure lunacyâ.
By curiosity, you lean your head through the thin entrance your door is offering, picking discreetly to see who the victim is.Â
It's the guy. Jeon Jungkook. Standing with his feet pointing away from Umbridge, hands tucked deep in the pockets of a thick winter vest, you canât see half of his face because of his hair, as always sitting low down his forehead, but you can tell from the thin line of his mouth, his tensed shoulders and something else, maybe his aura, so loudly screeching annoyance, that he's not having a good time.Â
Itâs him. And for some reason, for the first time ever, you recall words Taehyung has said to you, loud and clear and pressing and inspiring. You donât want to become a âcrazy old spinsterâ. Therefore you decide to become a crazy something else you donât bother to identify right this second.
âOh, Mrs Umbridge!â
âMiss ___, as you can see, I am already-â
âOh!â The loud gasp, hand clasping on your gaping mouth, wide eyes completing the look. You canât find the courage to turn to him to reinforce -in case it wasnât clear enough- that you just, now that she mentioned it, realise the man was here.
Mrs Umbridge has this quality to her. You find her so awfully ridiculous that you turn yourself in a clown, subtly mocking her -though you donât think she fathoms it since youâve always acted this way around her- each time you share any kind of conversation.
It can work and you can go along with your usual antics only if you forget the obnoxiously troubling presence of the dragon master.
âI am so deeply embarrassed, I didnât realise. Iâm not wearing my glasses, Iâm an incorrigible mole without them.â
âIs that so?â From above the frame of her pink glasses, her beady eyes scrutinize. âYou should wear them on your nose then, Miss ___. Now, if you will-â
âIâm sorry, I needed- Itâs very important.â You cut her off with such speed and enthusiasm, you know she can't shut you off. âAfter discussing with my students about the program, I thought about something. Maybe I could introduce a new-â âMiss ___!â She screeches, the triggering words -âintroduceâ and ânewâ- having hit perfectly right. âThe program, as you owe to know, has been carefully crafted by the great Minister for Magic and doesnât need for an airheaded little teacher like you to add any changes to it.â
âOh yes, of course, how could I forget?â
âIt is bad enough as it is that this foolish Hagrid has been able to convince my confreres of bringing a useless study on the most dangerous creatures there is-â She pointedly glare from the corner of her eyes to the man who remains silent and immobile. His hands havenât moved from the depth of his pockets, you canât see his eyes even up close, because the curtain of dark curls hiding them is even thicker than it looked like from the other end of the hallway. He doesnât seem particularly bothered. You wonder if heâs even listening. Barely swinging on his long legs, waiting for his presence to be dismissed it seems.
âDragons are quite interesting creatures. I suppose thatâs why they were added to the program. The Ministry for Magic must have thought so too since they voted...â
She gnarls at that. She tries to be discreet, conceals a bit of her spite but thereâs no doubt in your mind that her mouth's just filled up with a distasteful repellent aftertaste.
Since the main goal was to distract her from him and free him from her claws, you start again with the suggestions for a revised scholar program. Her cheeks grow pinker than her jacket, her eyes start reflecting a fire alike the ones from Hell, her usually perfectly well-combed hair releases a few angry frizzes. Sheâs beyond herself and without letting you finish your little act, sheâs going over all the things that are so wrong about you, about Hogwarts teachers in general, about young people and their disrespectful tendency to want to add their little spice to every tea.
You take the nagging like a champ. Because youâre used to it and to be perfectly fair, youâve mastered a certain state of meditation whenever sheâs coming your way with some complaining.
None of her words successfully reach you to stick around.
She holds strong for a good, fat fifteen minutes. At some point, you even worry that this time, her pit of nonsensical arguments wonât ever show a bottom. Until it does.
She looks all dishevelled from her heated argument. The hair worsened, with now drops of perspiration shining on her forehead. The mean beady eyes are dull, exhausted from the fight as she contemplates the void between you and the man. With a last dismissive wave of her hand, she leaves, stumbling on top of her lacquered Fuschia heels.
How can someone work themselves up so badly with so little provocation -and no further response too?
It leaves you alone with the dragon master and only now, even though you had plenty of time to take in this present, you realise how inconvenient for your coward self the predicament is. You are meant to talk to him now, arenât you? Maybe the same question raises in his mind however he certainly doesnât reach the same conclusion. Deeming it unnecessary, he turns his back to you and heads down the hall without much of a look spared to you. Maybe he did check, through or maybe under the impenetrable curtain of hair, for the identity of the idiot that thought he needed help to escape the annoying old owl but you wouldnât know.
Watching in pure despair, your heart prickling uncomfortably in your bosom, you wonder if you somehow upset him. He did look irked from what you could tell. Anyone else, anyone less grumpy, anyone feeling anything but discomfort or discontent would have said something, wouldnât they?
Thatâs what you explain to Kim Taehyung. Emphasising on the fact that you did try to approach the guy. You did. You created the situation, you faced him fully, you did miss the moment when you were probably supposed to say something to him but he left, too soon, and clearly is not interested in getting to know you, and whatever, youâre fine with that you just want your friend to note and remember for later reference that you did try this time.
Taehyung whoâs never keen on trusting your words, no matter the fact that youâve never lied to him -or maybe just a few times so he would leave you alone, but nothing major really- decides that you are wrong. That somehow you misinterpreted the whole thing and surely you need to hop back on the horse and try, again, maybe this time more vindictively.
It takes quite a couple of days for him to convince you. Youâre not sure how. It might be from exhaustion, it might come from those three too many butterbeers you drank even though you didnât remember ordering, back when you were gloomily celebrating your never-ending celibacy in Jjang Jjang -the magical bar held by your friend, Min Yoongi, in the far end of Hogsmead.
You promise that if an opportunity appears to be showing the very tip of its nose, if the universe is kind -and delusional- enough to gift you another chance, then you would try.
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Itâs funny how the laws of attraction work. Or rather, probably more accurately, itâs funny how Taehyung can be so shameless and volunteer when he has his mind set on something. He has no problem manipulating people and situations as if the universe is his and he decides whatever happens to the little pawns inhabiting it.
A week later, when he, the dragon master, is the curious apparition manifesting itself in front of you when you open the door to let your class free, it doesnât fall into place right away.
Itâs a strange coincidence. Maybe he messed up and meant to find another classroom, any other classroom but yours. He doesnât budge when he sees you, doesnât seem startled by your presence. He only takes a step to the side once he realises that a wave of hurried teenagers is about to swarm him in their way out.
âMiss, are we still going to study this potion next time or will we move to something more interesting?â Itâs that same Gryffindor. The same as usual. Sheâs just made of attitudes, eye rolls, hand on the hip and all.
âOnce youâll be able to make it without cooking a hole in your cauldron, weâll be starting with a new one.â
Youâre snarkier than usual, thereâs no denying that. Itâs your fifth class of the day, everyone seems to have signed an agreement on messing with your patience and heâs here, hearing and seeing an umpteenth attempt to humiliate you from this kid and youâre not having it right now, not today. She grows red on the cheeks, eyebrows frowning dangerously low, they might fall from her face when she barks, âI told you the hole was already there!â
âI understand. Next time, Iâll lend you my old cauldron so there wonât be any issue, alright?â
The angry wands she owns for eyes shoot you a good dozen of curses and she departs, with her friends, as angry as ever.
Thereâs a heavy silence, setting around you both, engulfing you. The wood of the walls, dark and cold, make it old the more uncomfortable until you can not take it anymore. Youâre about to mumble something, maybe point out the end of the hall and suggest he tries there, to find whatever or whoever he is looking for. He beats you to it. Having reached the very limit of handling this silence at the same time as you do.
âGood morning.â He starts, clearing his throat. A husky, quiet yet somehow soft voice that he doesnât seem to have used quite often. âHereâs the stuff for your potions.â
He holds out a strong hand to you, all veiny and sparkled with tiny bruises, a dark bag made of linen held in his fist. If he can see you, he can undoubtedly take in your confusion. You have no idea what âthe stuffâ is. If itâs a badly expressed thought. If he meant to say, âsome stuffâ for your potions. Because youâve never asked for anything from anyone for your potions -even though, the thought crossed your mind that he, with his magical pets, must have some fantastic ingredients for your searches. You donât know if it just comes from him. If he thought you may need it and generously prepared this for you -you doubt that one highly. The other reason, way more evident, quite obnoxiously obvious actually, that doesnât reach your brain which is only working at a quarter of its habitual capacity given his standing here, and his smelling like woods and smoky and something subtler, you canât pinpoint but feel addicted to as soon as it reaches your nostrils, is that someone -Taehyung- must have put him up for it. He must have gone behind your back, mumble some basic potion ingredients knowledge he owns to him and asked him to bring it to you.
âI put my Norvegian Ridgeback's scales in a separate bag because theyâre very sharp -and poisonous too- so be careful when you open it.â Heâs done talking, he clears his throat again, this time youâre pretty sure itâs out of discomfort as your gaping silently like a dumb fish must not be the easiest response to receive. A little inviting shake of his fist brings you to your senses, and you reach forward to grab the present. Your arm drops down from the surprising weight of the thing, fortunately, as if he expected it, he catches you before you topple over, a hand on your shoulder and the other encasing yours holding the bag, squeezing around your own as he lifts some of the weight up.
âSorry, I didnât expect it to be this heavy.â because you carried it like it was filled with dragons feathers instead -you mean to add.
âItâs fine.â He simply mumbles. You add your free hand to cup the underside of the thing, pressing the whole to your bosom and he lets go there, letting you step inside your room to find a place on a shelf to put it away. You probably take a second to long, your back facing him, as you stand staring at your new possession. Itâs the heat remaining on the back of your hand that troubles you. As if not only have his pets decorated the top of his skin with scratches and bruises, theyâve sighed enough fire in his palms for them to forever feel this warm. And he touched you so naturally so. Pressing his large hand around yours that seemed so tiny in comparison. Probably without even acknowledging it while you are shook to your core.
This added to your confusion born from his surprise apparition, are the reasons why, as I said, your brain doesnât reach its full capacity. Still, the idea that Taehyung is behind it all, that it canât solely come from this man here, just wonât do in your idiotic head.
Youâre enamoured, even more than before, just by a touch and by the gentleness his words hold under the tougher surface. And you decide, that if you turn around and heâs still standing there youâll ask him out.
You do so, spiralling in slow motion, filled with apprehension. Heâs here. His hands back inside the pockets of his jacket, the shadow of a sparkle coming from his eyes, under the heavy protection heâs wearing in front of them.
âJeon Jungkook?â
Heâs startled at the call of his name, the top of his mop of hair bouncing slightly and you just find it adorable. Maybe he didnât expect you to know his name, he must not even know yours. Of course, he could not have expected that you had spent way too long, two years ago, back when he came to Hogwarts for the first time and you had heard his name amid a conversation, trying it out for yourself. Not to wear it out but repeating his name to yourself, appreciating the way the syllabus formed, how they felt so well chosen for each otherâs, for him, and the feeling, light heading, that it gave you to pronounce it.
âWould you like to have a drink with me? On Fridays, I like to go to my friend's bar in Hogsmead and I was wondering, maybe youâd like to come?â
More clearing of the throat. Itâs stalling the delivery of his answer, you hate it and almost jump to your cooking station to sort out a quick remedy for it. Your heart is beating so furiously, you might pass out and heâs just taking his sweet time to answer. You feel the awkwardness. You donât see it. You canât see anything, the bottom of his face not telling any secrets on his feelings. You must look terrifying, red anywhere itâs possible for you to blush, sweating and fidgety like youâre on a Girding Potion bad trip. And he doesnât show anything. Youâd rip the hair out of his eyes if only you could.Â
Thereâs only one telling sign that manifests in the form of his hand, slipping out of his pocket to reach for the back of his neck where it scratches for a bit.Â
Itâs no. It must be a âno, Iâm absolutely not interested and this moment is very awkwardâ.Â
âI have my dragons to exercise. Sorry.âÂ
âOh. Itâs ok.â It is not.Â
You hope, with all your might, that he doesnât notice how upset you are. Through your prickling eyes, through the trembling pout you try to hide behind a casual smile.
It is terribly not ok but fortunately, he doesnât stick around. Thatâs probably the thing youâre the most thankful for at this moment, his laconic tendencies. Anyone else may have tried to say something else to make you feel better, to make you feel like the rejection isn't worth throwing you off one of Hogwarts high tour. Instead, he just quits, swiftly. Leaving you alone to compose yourself back enough to handle your very last class of the day. You manage to feel fine, sort of numbed out for long enough until you donât have to pretend anymore and you can let all the emotions out.Â
Bent over on the wooden tabletop of Yoongiâs bar, youâre crying out your whole soul, face laid in a pool of your own tears, a gentle hand petting awkwardly the top of your head.Â
âI hate you Taehyung!â It hardly comes out, half mumbled, half coughed out. The hand on your hair still in the air for a second so he must have got the jest of it until it resumes to its previous activity.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât think heâd reject you.â He sighs deeply. âI didnât even think youâd ask him out!âÂ
âYeah, whatâs up with that?â You rise from the depth of your despair, hidden in the centre of your crossed arms. Yoongi looks extremely distraught. Your face looks awful, you know. But seeing him this shaken upsets you even more. You feel mad and vengeful and youâd like to flood his shitty bar with your tears to teach him a lesson -youâre not sure which, maybe: donât look so disgusted when your friends look indeed disgusting, thatâs mean- but the realisation downs on you that you cried so much you donât have any tears left. Just the rashness around your eyes and nose, no snot left because Yoongi had maternally cleaned it for you, tiny pathetic sniffling around nothing but heartbreak now.Â
âHe sent him to me!â You bark, punching Taehyung in the shoulder, not caring the least that half of his drink gets spilt everywhere.Â
âYou didnât have to just ask him out! You could have just, I donât know (he pretends to think deeply, the tip of his fingers tapping lightly his chin), talk to him! Like a normal person thatâs never spoken to him would have done.â
You gasp, eyes burning with fire. âYoongi, he called me a freak!â
âWhen have I ever-â
âNormal people, my ass!â You continue, sort of having a lone conversation parallel to theirs. âWhat do you know about normal people, you fucking Grindylow.â You swallow down your fourth butterbeer, one furious finger indicating Yoongi that you need another one. Taehyung is just rolling his eyes, not taking offence of the nonsensical insult. âI hate you so much, Merlin, how am I supposed to face him again?â
âYou do like everyone elseâs does. Just start hating him until you donât care anymore.â
âPeople do that?â Yoongi asks curiously. Heâs slid you a new pint, filled to the brim.Â
âI know I do.â You slap the back of his arm there, without giving him any explanation, just because youâre sure heâs bullshitting you -the guy surely never has been rejected.Â
âDoesnât matter. How could I ever hate him anyway?â A lone survivor tear falls from your lashes into the calm, quiet amber lake topping your glass. It doesnât hit you there that thereâs no foam. Yoongi watches you carefully, one of his hand is patting your forearm.Â
âIs he really that great?â Taehyung just shrugs. Heâs such a dimwit. You nod, heart growing big with sadness before it breathes it out, turning into a tiny, squeezed on itself pained creature. You leave the conversation then. Simply trying to rest with your hurting bosom. It needs nurturing and a benevolent yet firm healing hand to tell it to rest for a bit, and stop overreacting.Â
[âWhat's he like?â Yoongi asks directly to Taehyung as he can see, clearly, that youâre not here anymore, for now.
âHeâs... uh...â Taehyung starts with very flimsy conviction. âHeâs into dragons.â More shrugging.]
Honestly, you might be exaggerating. You do not know much about him. Most of what you believe to know, assumed by what little you do know about him. You believe he is nice and sensible, from the way he treats his animals and the way they treat him.Â
[âOh. Holy Dumbledore!â
âStop saying that! I told you itâs fucking disrespectful.â]
Youâve seen how much respect and trust lay between them. Itâs blatant. And to create this kind of relationship with some of the fiercest creatures in the magical world, he must be something else, something exceptional.Â
[âItâs him. Itâs fucking him!â]
And you read about him, a lot, the two books he wrote solely about his creatures. They donât directly tell much about him but indirectly, they hint his humility and humbleness. Itâs not like that stupid Gilderoy Lockhart and his autobiographies on magical creatures. And there are the numerous articles that were written about him and his exploits and alleged character.
[âYouâre lying.â
âIâm not!â
Sharp short nails are jabbing annoyingly in the skin of your forearm. Itâs Taehyung, of course, he never stops bugging you. Itâs his second passion after the soporific subject heâs decided to teach. You close your eyes, frowning a bit because he wonât stop, trying to annihilate him from your existence, to annihilate yourself from it too.]
Simple, humble, smart and strong. Passionate, sensible and a beautiful set of thick dark locks you want to slip your fingers through as the cherry on top.Â
âItâs apple juice!â You screech in disgust, pushing your fake butterbeer far away from you. The hocus-pocus, if it irritates you, at least brings you back to earth, and back to the noisy bar. Min Yoongi mouths something about you having drunk enough but his attention is elsewhere, along with Taehyung's.Â
âOh, Merlin's beard.â
Of course, he would be there. Heâs been back to Hogwarts for over a month now, youâve never seen him around here, but of course, the day he rejects you, he has to come to your retreat, and witness the mess he's made of you. What kind of sick joke from the stars is that?
âHoly shit. Isnât he a bit much for you?â
You know exactly what the barman means. It makes you blush slightly under the tipsy flushing already adorning your cheeks.Â
If Jeon Jungkook may or may not be made of all the qualities youâve named for him -with or without reasons-, he has some very visible, very obnoxious other qualities to him. Qualities that youâre not proud of pining over because it makes you feel shallow and superficial. The expression on Yoongi's face makes it feel better though. Justified. As if, well, here they are, you canât deny it. And since you like his imaginary personality, you might as well like the body imaginarily hosting it.Â
Jeon Jungkook is tall as a tree and as strong as one. Itâs hard to tell, from here, with the layers of clothes heâs wearing on his back to protect himself from the cold, to what extent he fills them but itâs obvious heâs broad, wide. He walks with strong determined steps, with his fists tight to his sides, as tight as his jaw, square, sharp.Â
Heâs big. Both in appearance and aura and you can understand how Yoongi wonders if heâs not âa bit muchâ for you.Â
âDonât call him over!â You whisper-yell, digging your nails in the tender skin of Taehyungâs forearm. He whines, curses and tries to let himself free while telling you that of course, heâs not that dumb, he wonât. He doesnât need to, anyway, because the guy, after seemingly exploring with his gaze the bar, sets his aim on your table, slowly starting to make his way towards you.Â
âHeâs coming.â Taehyung mumbles, bewildered.Â
You are too. Could it be you misunderstood earlier when he said he couldnât come because heâd be âexercising his dragonsâ? It canât possibly be true. You donât even know what the heck is up with this excuse. Because it canât have been anything more than an excuse. Since when do dragons need to be exercised and by a wizard at that?
And now he is here.Â
Literally, heâs standing right in front of your table, a hand reaching for the back of the empty chair, next to yours, but stops mid-track and backs away to his side.Â
âHi. Do you mind if I sit here ?â
You can feel, physically, the two heavy heads of your friends, turning slowly on their necks towards you, like an idiotic audience, not wanting to miss one beat of the drama playing for them.Â
Thereâs a little snappy answer that rises to the back of your throat. Something inspired by what Taehyung said earlier, about hating him. You almost tell him aloud that he can do whatever he wants, that you donât own this fucking chair.
Jeon Jungkook is still raspy but soft voice. With his bruised hand with the fingers red from the cold, not assertive and confident enough to dare grab the chair yet and you canât do much but nod your head, swiftly sliding your own chair to the side to draw a little distance between you.Â
It takes forever for the initial tension to drop a little bit. You canât say anything, Taehyung the chatterbox canât either, Jungkook probably feels too awkward by your behaviours to find a casual way to start the conversation. Itâs Yoongi who realises the successful start. By doing what he does best, serving your new guest the best butterbeer there is in Hogsmead (Yoongi would say that itâs the best in the world, both magical and muggle, but given he hasnât stepped two feet outside of this village for the past two decades, you wouldnât give him that).
âMy nameâs Jungkook, by the way.â He starts quietly, in the direction of Yoongi. The latter nods and smiles a bit too eagerly. He tries to be natural, you can tell. And fail miserably, you must add.Â
âIâm Min Yoongi. Welcome to Jjang Jjang!â Taehyung cringes visibly. Yoongi leans further, towards yours and Jungkooks side of the table, wanting to ignore at best the unhelpful clown beside him. âYou must already know...â With a vague hand gesture, he points Taehyung and you. It makes you want to die, the idea that he knows your name, he knows you. Youâre unsure whatâs going on. Why heâs here, where this will lead. But it would all feel infinitely better if you knew that somehow, he didnât know anything about you. Itâs hard to remember people without their name. Itâs the first thing you learn about someone, really, like a tag theyâre wearing on their foreheads and when recalling about them, ever, consciously or not, the name comes always. He knows yours so he won't forget you.
It takes all of you a short eternity to warm up to each other. The bar is still noisy, with its occasional rough burst of laughter from the tough-looking wizards, maybe missionaries, the high giggles of a group of Hogwarts 7th year students hidden in a corner. Youâre all nurturing your drinks, even you with your stupid apple juice and the unease is even louder, the silence deafening in the middle of the concert of voices and shatters of glasses.Â
Until Taehyung says something weird, âSo you like dragons, uh?â You don't understand why he persists on making it sound weird, like he's romantically interested in them.Â
You hit him under the table, a good kick to the kneecap but itâs clear to everyone that his yelp comes from you. That makes Jungkook laughs.Â
He pretty much giggles, sounding like a boy, head tilted down forward with his locks sadly hiding his smile.Â
âYeah, you could say that.â He finally answers, clearing his throat, words coming out sweet and sheepish-like, as if heâs embarrassed from having been caught laughing.
âOh, that explains this.â Yoongi says, pointing at his skin and the numerous bruises orning it. Youâve never hit Min Yoongi because 1) heâs older than you, 2) heâs a tiny little thing that youâre scared to hurt but you are this close, the width of a hair away, from throwing your foot up again and hit him in the junk. For a second, Jungkook seems awkward. Staring himself at his hands, one sliding over the other, the tip of his thumb grazing with insistence on a deep scar. Until he raises his head again, you assume to let his eyes go over your faces, studying them silently and something he sees there, maybe innocent benevolence -even if Yoongi's comment was lowkey inappropriate, he didnât mean any ill- and something else, childish excitement probably suffice to relax him. Letting his hands be, one wrap around his pint, the other flat on the tabletop, tip of his fingers drumming quietly every now and then, out in the open for anyone who'd like to to see.Â
âThey tend to be a bit playful.â He says this with a sly smile raising the corner of his mouth. Something ridiculously sexy that makes you choke on your fake beer and back away from him even more. You shouldnât raise an arm to plant your elbow into the table, as a sort of shield between you two, because itâs rude and lame, but you do it anyway. Because itâs all a lot.Â
He's a lot.
Yoongi, probably, knows you better than you could ever imagine. Seeing right through you, added to the statement he raised earlier -and maybe he was right, maybe he's a whole lot, and a whole lot too much for you-, he reconsiders forbidding you from consuming any more alcohol. Kindly, he manifests a glass of sparkling juice, right in front of you. It's a light peach colour, from the first sniff of the aroma, you can tell it won't knock you unconscious any time soon. It's more sugar than alcohol but at least, it succeeds to soothe the harsh edges of your nerves. Because your nerves are on the verge of a fucking spontaneous combustion.
"Hey! Why does she get another one?" Since earlier, Taehyung, too, has been switched to a strictly non-alcoholic beverages diet. He's not happy about it but you understand easily Yoongi's train of thought. You need to relax so you deserve a little something -especially given the fact that Jeon Jungkook's appearance had you almost entirely sobered up-, while Taehyung's stupid mouth is way too loose and needs to be fed something soft and safe.
"Because he likes me and he hates you." You mutter, not daring to look up from your glass by fear of coming across your neighbour's attention. Your comment is well received though. You allow yourself to joke like that because everyone, Taehyung included, knows that Kim Taehyung is everyone's favourite. No matter the competition. No one can hate him, even when he's boring as hell, even when he's too loud, too nosy, dumb or annoying. He knows it as well as you do and each time you throw one of these snarky taunts, a glint of amusement sparkles his almond eyes and he loves to act all hurt and offended.Â
He turns all gasps and bombastic hand movements, claiming unfairness, misery. You start nagging back at him, adding more about how dumb he sounds and stupid he looks, while he counteracts with more dramatic appalled cries, as Yoongi just shrinks onto himself, shaking his head in disconcertment -even though, he's too used to your antics to be any surprised nor confused.Â
You're so caught up in your childish bickerings that slowly, only you two, and the amusement you're trying to contain in your stomach, matter and exist. Jeon Jungkook disappearing entirely. It has your voice turn louder, mimicking Taehyung's, your insults getting bolder, your face raises as you squint your eyes menacingly at your friend.
It's once Taehyung grabs the wand from his pocket and aims it at you, threatening to turn you into a pile of ghoul's shit if you won't shut up, that he's reminded to you.
The giggles, like earlier. Boyish and rusty, uncommon, that can only be his, ring and bless your right ear. It has you shut up instantly. Startled, you stare at him, only for a soft smile to grow on your lips, fond as you are to see him laugh like that, because of you.Â
You must look stupid as your eyes jump to Taehyung, silently begging him to acknowledge the wonder taking place just next to you, too giddy, too excited, too blushy to be part of it. He just grins back at you, nods his head even though you're not exactly sure at what, one of his elbows poking Yoongi's side.
"How long have you two been friends ?" He asks once he's managed to calm down his fit with a bite on his lower lip. Your heart is running a marathon and you're not sure for how long it'll keep holding up, you might need to focus all of your energy on the course, on not breaking a leg or pass out in the middle of the run, but you refuse, because he's talked to you again, because your best friends are accessorily here to help out, ease a bit of the burden of having to face the terrifying idea of being rejected (again), of failing at being good enough, somehow, to a guy you don't know much but like a lot.
Therefore you answer, aiming a joking dark glare at Taehyung because it helps to look at him, "Too long." Jungkook sniggers at the answer as Taehyung slips his ugly tongue out to you.
Somehow the tension diffuses itself. As if now that all of you had placed a word in the conversation, played somehow a role in it, it feels better, the ice has been melted and you can all, finally, relax.
Without even realising, your elbow slips from the tabletop, you're still wary, still very much aware of him sitting so close to you but you're fine with it.
As the drinks, more or less loaded, flow, Jungkook's cheeks fill up with mountains upon mountains of the fried wonders Jjang Jjang's beloved house-elf, Seokjin, has to offer, the discussion runs smoothly, tongues untied and excited.
It starts with Taehyung telling a very inaccurate version of your first meeting and blooming of this decades-old friendship (you add now and then, when the exaggerations and blatant lies get too much, little modifications to the tale that have Jungkook snigger and nod his head discreetly to you in secret confidence). It continues with Jungkook, pressured by a very adamant audience (which you are not part of, even if you are probably the most interested in the topic, in any topic that would have him speak a bit more, you don't want to bother him with your curiosity which Taehyung and Yoongi do not seem the least disturbed about) telling about the couple of last years he'd spent all around the world, in the most secluded corners of Earth, where only dangerous creatures like his beloved pets live and where only the foolhardiest or most suicidal wizards dare to adventure. As you expected, he's quite humble about it. He doesn't insist on details that make your heads spin in bewilderment, shrugging his shoulders lightly when you're the one whisper-yelling that "but you could've died?!". After a lot of cooing, from all angles of the table, tiny whispers repeating some of his words like a strange echo as you all try to handle the admiration -and intoxication-, he starts feeling himself, a tiny, discreet but visible smile, slyly redrawing the corner of his mouth. He shrugs a little less, nods his head firmly a little more, voice louder and more confident, shaping in the full form it's able to take.
He sounds lovely when he doesn't care anymore. When he feels unrestrained, comfortable and easy-going. He laughs a lot, you notice. It colours almost every single one of yours and your friends' comments, and maybe the fact that you're all a bit dumbed by shock and interest and starstruck and tipsiness makes it so that they're pretty ridiculous, hence him laughing so much. It's not so much that you're all hilarious, rather than you all being pretty stupid but it doesn't matter. You note how easy his laughter, that you couldn't even picture before hearing it for yourself, can come out. How open he is to meddle with you.
He fits so well in your bubble. This personal place only Taehyung and Yoongi have ever been authorized to inhabit. He matches perfectly. It fills your heart and mind with so much content, you feel your cheeks hurt from smiling constantly without meaning too. It's what he does, you suppose, making you smile. And when you notice the pink tint colouring his cheeks, rounded out lovingly so by a grin, you assume he's feeling the same, enjoying his time with all of you, your heart dips in the warmest bath.Â
"Dude!" For the umpteenth time, he's trying to wave himself some air with a hand. Taehyung has had enough and just slammed his fist to the table, making everything on it knock against each other, Yoongi's eyes this close to falling out of their sockets. Jungkook just giggles some more, he might be a bit tipsy. "Just tie your hair up, you're making me sweat just looking at your mop!"
"I don't even have-" Taehyung's already up from his chair, he bumps his leg in the process but pay it no attention, marching over his future victim with a little hair-tie that seemed to appear from thin air -probably did too. Jungkook is so lenient with your best friend, too lenient you'd say, you wouldn't even have it in you. When he excitedly reaches forward, his long fingers parting the dark locks in two, he's trying to tie one end into a little side ponytail. Before he's even done with the first one, you roll your eyes, knowing what he's aiming for. Of course, he wouldn't just give him a regular manbun or something.
For the first time, you meet one of Jungkook's eyes, the one uncovered thanks to Taehyung's shenanigan. It's round, dark but warm like rich chocolate, sparkling with exhilaration but concerned.
"What's he doing?" He asks you, unbeknownst to the fact that meeting half of his face for the first time, the endearing pretty thing, stole every single little last word from you. With two fists hold to the side of your head, you attempt to show him the cute girly hairstyle Taehyung has in mind. He winces at that, nose scrunching into itself so high, the round thing turns into something adorable, shaking his head to try to free himself from your friend's prying hands, a grin still on his lips.
"Stop being such a baby!" Taehyung growls, trying for a little while to keep ongoing, his hand desperately holding onto the second bunch of hair. He's soon forced to stop as the victim turns to be too unwilling. "Ok fine! You do it then!"Â
It's you he is barking to. If the hair tie thrown straight in your eye is any teller. It renders you blind for a second. Until you can blink the stingy discomfort away and youâre greeted by Jungkook and his endearing face with the oh so adorable tiny tail hanging from the side of his head, observing you with great attention, single eye blinking worrisome. He looks cute, half dolled up like a girl, fearful and curious to discover how youâll treat him. For a second, you are tempted to follow your friend's design. Because how cute would this man look with two ponytails hanging on top of his head, with maybe even tiny hair clips to perfect it all.
Heâd be pissed though and wouldnât keep it probably so whatâs the point.
The real point is that you have a hair tie in your hand, fingers itching on instinct to play with the shiny raven locks and the owner of said pretty locks, silently permitting you to do just that.
Maybe Taehyung is not as dumb and as useless as you thought him to be. Your prior reflex would be to assume he didnât even mean to create this opportunity for you. Heâs just invading as a person, touchy-feely and very comfortable with anyone entering his vicinity. You do owe him more credits and you willingly give them to him for this time. Because if he didnât intend to put your foot on the stirrup, he surely did anyway, with a natural and a smoothness you couldnât imagine coming from him.Â
Standing behind Jungkook's chair, hands hovering centimetres away, you feel so blessed, youâd jump over to Taehyung's side to snug him to your fervent heart if you didnât have better at hand -and if the idea of actually having him this close to you did not fill you with an immense cringe.
Taehyung is watching, over the rim of his glass, with an obnoxious, kid like excited sparks burning you uncomfortably. You curse him out, soundlessly but with such great articulation, he canât possibly miss the words.
Yoongi who watches all of it notices and understands it all as he always does even when he pretends he doesnât, starts talking then. Something about Brazil where Jungkook had spent nine months, living alone in the wild forest of Amazonia, and about the curious plants and fruits he heard that could be found there. Itâs a nice distraction. Soon Jungkook is on it again, Taehyung partakes a role in it too, leaving you alone to handle the grandiose yet terrifying fantasy that is touching and messing with Jungkook's hair.
The first ponytail comes undone easily, the hair tie simply slipping off with just the tip of your fingers to guide it.
When you timidly start, reaching with two hands to grab all of the hair from him, you feel a rush of blood to your cheeks, heart skipping beats and perspiration bubbling at your temple. Your fingers just have to graze slightly the skin of his neck, all warm and soft, you have to do it a few times even because his pretty locks are rebellious and your fingers too willing to let them run in between them, silky as they are.Â
Thereâs a strand refusing your gentle taming, slipping from your grasp and falling in front of his eye. You go to catch it back, meeting hot fingers on his temples. Yours surrender immediately. Jungkook from the corner of his eye, over his shoulder, throw you a glance and a smile. A small one, small but fond.Â
"Doesn't it get lonely?" Yoongi asks as Jungkook tucks the strand behind his ear.
"Not really. I'm used to it." He shrugs. You take your sweet, sweet time to finish the half-bun, half-tail hairdo you're working on. Somehow something lovely has settled. Something comfortable, domestic. He's not wary of your touch, letting you mess with his hair, not even flinching when, tentatively, just taking a chance, just once, the pad of your thumb stroke the hot skin of his neck. "Dragons can be very affectionate-" That makes Taehyung cackles as Yoongi gasps in disbelief. You have a hard time picturing those creatures as affectionate. Jungkook is different anyway. You need to be different to go after the path he's chosen for himself. "I swear!" Taehyung rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
"Have you considered all this time spent away from civilization turned you mad?"
The bun is done, sadly. You made it last for as long as you could but eventually, as every perfect moment, it has to come to an end. You don't even bother to hide your dread as you let your ass drop to your chair, puffing.
"Leave him alone, moron." A few peanuts to his stupid head and Taehyung stops messing with Jungkook, stops acting like he's insane and starts telling about something no one cares about -so much so, Yoongi leaves to go chat up an old goblin who's just entered the bar.
Jungkook turns to you, leaning a bit. Smiling quietly, gently. As if he doesn't realise the face he owns once his hair isn't hiding the majority of it anymore.Â
It must be a joke. He must know. He must have noticed how his straight, dark eyebrows, with the cut splitting the right one in half, gives an irresistible, dark, mature shape to the roundest, sparkliest set of eyes the world has ever seen. He must know his face is a wonderful work of art, with the tiny little details, here and there, adding charms and depth and uniqueness, that only the greatest, only a special artist would know to use -like this faint scar linking a mole under his lip to the corner of his mouth, or the one craving in the top of his cheek. His colours are splendid too. While you'd always seen him with black everything, black hair, black clothes, quiet sombre aura and a tiny bit of red, you'd catch sometimes, where he'd hurt his hands. Never would have you thought, he's more harlequin than monochromatic. Golden scopes, tipsy patches of red matching the tiny pout he owns for a mouth, eyes not dark but the richest shade of chocolate.
"You," Jungkook starts in a whisper, now so close you have a whiff of his smell, torturous scent of pinewood, of soot, and something else, more natural, sweat most definitely but turns out to be the better element of the mixture, suave, awfully addictive. "you believe me, don't you?" You need a full minute to get your brain's vessels to connect. A full minute during which you have no idea what the hell he's talking about, what words are and how to use them, and all you can focus on is not dying from a heart attack -and also, not show that you are having one.
You shake your head up and down, still unsure to what you're agreeing to. It does not matter that much because he's smiling the way he does. The adorable smile another wonderful novelty, shaped like a bunny one, eating up his upper lip into the thinnest cupid bow. The sparks in his eyes, on his cheeks, from excitement, mirth. He's really here with you, warmer than you've ever thought him able to be, and somehow, different than what you had expected, but thousand times more endearing. Having developed a crush on him previously makes more and more sense by the second.
"Thank you for the invitation." He says quietly. You don't miss a single word, nor the least flinch in his intonation (soothing, genuine), even in the loudness of the bar, because, for some reason, he's never leaned back. He remains there, hardly a dozen of centimetres away from you.
"No problem." You lie, effortlessly after a few gulps of liquid courage. If you're enchanted by the evening, the unexpected turns of events, he still made you go through a short misery for this. He must see your awkwardness, he must notice how you're sweating bullets and swallowing with difficulty. How your eyes keep battling between wanting to bath in his and avoid them at all cost. Jungkook doesn't budge though and it almost gets annoying, almost upset you how he doesn't care -or maybe simply doesn't realise- the effect he's having on you. "I thought you couldn't-" You start, meaning to sting him a bit because he deserves it.
"I finished early, and um-"
"Was it even real?" You ask, genuinely curious to have him clear this out for you. It's not like you're mad anymore. On your face, you only feel a tingle at the apple of your cheeks from how many smiles and waves of laughter you've shared, the desperate tears from earlier long dried and gone. "The excuse, I mean."
"It wasn't an excuse..." Jungkook turns his face away from you then. Biting hard on his bottom lip, a traitorous grin hardly contained. The tip of his ears are flushed, you wonder from what, until you see his hand raising to the top of his head where it flats down hair that doesn't need it. "I- I just-" Maybe it's seeing him this abashed that pushes you forward, literally, scraping your chair to the wooden floor, thigh meeting his in the process. "I was startled when you- asked. When you said my name even, I wasn't- like- expecting it and I'm not used to-" He cuts himself off, a hand vaguely motioning the room.
"To what?" You insist, mimicking his murmuring tone, terrified as you are to pop out the little bubble now only he and you dwell.Â
"Going out with people or just- hang out, I don't know." He looks inherently embarrassed now. Possibly even a bit saddened, you note. Still, his face remains open, kind, the ever-boyish smile teasing at least the corner of his lips. You don't mean to be so sappy but you wish, consciously, right this second, for this very moment to last an eternity or at least, for your memory to take a picture realistic enough, as in-depth and detailed as possible so that you'll be able to recall and relive it for years to come.Â
"Oh. Dragons don't like to go clubbing?" He bumps your thigh with his knee, chortling at your words but shaking his head nonetheless. As you stare at his thigh, covered by a cheap black cloth stretched to the very limit, stuck to yours, almost supported by yours, sending a continuous channel of heat from there to the pit of your stomach, it seems like you've reached a determining point. A definite phase where you can handle him (more or less). Enough not to liquefy on the spot at his every glance, while remaining way too aware of him, his smell, his warmth, every sound coming out of his mouth, his lovely, lovely charms.Â
You really like him.
"My head hurts." Taehyung's half-dead on the table. You're not too worried because as his head lies flat, his hair marinating in a pool of spilt beer, he can mumble with a lot of coherence about how heavy his head feels, and how it will probably weigh this much until Monday. Jungkook grabs a bunch of tissues to try to slip under Taehyung's head as an absorbing pillow, it's no use though, because Taehyung, strangely enough, feels too comfortable in this position to let himself be disturbed. Jungkook seems concerned, a bit bothered even -way more than you are because you are very much used to this depiction of lame- until Yoongi passes by, observing with deep disapproval written all over his face. He kicks on purpose one of Taehyung's chair legs, making him groan, and leaves.
Greediness turns you bold. Knocking Jungkook's leg the same way he did earlier, you call back his attention on you. For some reason, he stares at your legs, touching. You wonder for a second if you shouldn't have. It's not that much, he did it earlier, but maybe you shouldn't have. He's too pensive. Doesn't budge a muscle. In deep reflection. You hit him again, a tiny little push, and a few others to follow, like an annoying bratty kid trying to steal someone's attention. His hand finds its way to your knee then, enclasps it entirely, thumb pressing and you have no idea if any of this means anything, but it does send a rush of jolt straight between your legs. Surely he doesn't mean this use of firmness to turn you on, does he? How could he even guess it having this effect? You didn't even know it yourself.
It does work though. You stop acting like a feisty little brat, patiently waiting for him to be ready to listen to you. He pretends, mean as he is, that the hand won't stay, letting it slide slightly away from your knee. It doesn't go far though. Somehow it's comfortable a bit higher on your thigh. Not very high. It's awfully PG, awfully casual and platonic, but it serves to drive you a little breathless.
With the wide glassy eyes, the small smile that keeps finding its seat on his lips each time he turns to face you, he's all ears, all eyes, just for you. It's infuriating. Galvanizing. You lavish in it.
"You said it doesn't get lonely?" You blurp out, putting all efforts on focusing on the question you are sincerely curious about. If you didn't have it blinking loud and bright in your brain for the past ten minutes, you would have had it long lost and forgotten. He's messing with your head. But you owe to ask. The curious sadness, that you may have imagined for all you know, you saw briefly earlier needs to be addressed.
If it ever were there, it's gone anyway. As he stares into your eyes, seemingly pondering his next words around in his head, there's a gleam shining to you personally there.
"It doesn't when you don't know what you're missing."
"I don't feel too good, puffskein." Taehyung burps out. Thanks to some miracle, he doesn't end up vomiting all over the table but it's obvious he's this close to it and needs to be taken home. It takes all the goodness of your soul, all of it, to control your urge to grab your wand and throw a forbidden curse on his stupid ass.
The asshole makes you out to be an ungrateful friend, appreciation long gone, aggravation deeply grounded. It was going so well.
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"Sorry about Taehyung." You start, wincing a bit. Your back leaned against the door of your room, it's late, quiet and badly lit up in Hogwarts' hallways. Taehyung is sound asleep in his bed, fully clothed and wrenching of a burp who turned down to be vomit. You've managed to use your wand on him, something to make sure he'll have a long and safe night and a rather gentler awakening tomorrow.
Jungkook pretty much carried him on his back, all the way to his bed, without much of a complaint, only a growl or two when Taehyung showed himself difficult in the capricious stairs hall -because it's the best and safest place to try and stumble, blindly, drunk out of your mind.Â
"It's fine. I had a great time."
"Dragging Tae's drunk ass all the way here was fun to you?" You tease, squinting at him. You know what he means. You know that he knows what you mean. You're only trying to earn time. Just a little bit more time. It's late, he's about to leave you for his room, you assume, and you're not just ready for it yet.
"Maybe not this part."
You don't know what to say to make him stay. It's not like you could possibly invite him inside, is it?
Yoongi would say it's way too soon. Another version of you, maybe a twenty-four-hour younger version of you, the one that didn't know him from this close yet, that didn't get to talk and undergo the full experience that is Jeon Jungkook, to feel his hand on your thigh, his pretty eyes -Merlin, there is a time when you didn't even suspect he hid those wonders right here- would agree. It's not your kind, to have hook-ups. You wouldn't even know how to.
That being said, it's not like you often meet Jeon Jungkooks.
You're not that greedy. You're sure of it. When he's leaning himself against the wall, shoulder pressed against it to support himself, head slightly tilted, watching you soundly, the corner of his lips always curled upward. His eyes say it all. Completely black in the shadow, hooded, tempting. Sending heat to your core, shudders along your spine, tingles to the tip of your fingers.
If he says something, if he suggests anything, you'll say yes. He just has to say it. You've been courageous enough already. Asking him out, talking to him, and everything else. You just can't. You can't imagine admitting out loud what you wish to happen now, exposing yourself to him again by asking him if he'd like to stay the night.
And it's too soon, isn't it?
But Hell, you still have the lucid memory of his hair, running in between your fingers and it's become undeniable how bad you'd like to have it again except this time, you could be less delicate.
"I should probably go."
The disappointment is the language you speak because you're too tired to filter the vexation in your voice, "What, your dragons need to be tucked in?"
"Uh?" He chortles. All teeth out, eyes a bit wide, he regards your face, evidently amused. "Is there anything on your mind you'd like to share, maybe?"
"Absolutely not." You're bratty. It's the tiredness and maybe the butterbeer too. Undoubtedly the frustration. Arms crossed, looking away, pouting because somehow you are unable to relax your mouth and need to be so obvious about it all.
"Are you mad at my dragons?" Jungkook asks lightly. If you don't dare look at his face right now, you can guess it. He must have that smirk you've seen a glimpse of a few times tonight. From your peripheral vision, you can tell he's mocking you. Standing away from the wall, a step closer to you, chest puffed out and arms crossed on it.
"Why would I be?" You mumble, ever so vexed.Â
"Exactly." He's holding back a laugh, you can hear it louder than if he were to let it out.
Continuing, same tone, same pout, squinting harder at the void that is the end of the hall, "They sound awesome, I have no reason-"
"They are. You should meet them."
Startled, you look up to him, eyes wide with both fear and interest. "Should I?"
"Yeah." His tongue swipes swiftly over his bottom lip before he bites on it for a second, pondering. "Go to bed now so that you're in good shape tomorrow and I'll introduce you then."
Of course, he'd be so casual about it but the idea kind of blows your mind. "Really?" You've seen dragons from afar a very few times, during competitions or this one time, with Taehyung at that circus in Wales. But never have you approached one. Like most wizards, at least all wizards holding the basic amount of worth necessary to their life, it's not something you want to do: approach a dragon. You know that for the Care of Magical Creatures class, Jungkook only brings one dragon at a time. The class with their professor standing on one end of a wasteland, and Jungkook, at least a hundred feet away, presents them the animal.Â
"Yeah," Jungkook says again, bobbing his head along. You're dazzled by the light the grin adorning his face brought. He really wants to show you his dragons. "But early. Like super early. They're tired in the morning so they won't be too... agitated."
"Is this supposed to reassure me?" He shrugs with the same cheerful beaming.Â
"Did you hurt yourself with Taehyung?" For the third time tonight, you've seen him reach a hand over his shoulder, messily massaging the muscle with a tiny grimace on his face. He hasn't mentioned it so you did not bring it up but the thought that maybe it's your dumbass of a best friend who's responsible awakes your guilt.
"No, it's not Taehyung." He scoffs. Almost offended that you could imply he hurt himself that way. "I had a bad fall."
"On your back? How do you fall on your back?" There are, actually, a lot of ways for someone to fall on their back but somehow, you can only imagine Quidditch players to have the occasion to do so. You haven't fallen to the ground since you were twelve and finally mastered the skill of flying on a cheap broomstick. But Jungkook is different, right?
"Tina. You'll meet her tomorrow."
Tina. One of his dragons. Of course. He sounds so excited to introduce you to a mythical creature who manifestly attacked him, you start to wonder if that's not the thing that is wrong about him. Because everything is too sweet and lovely and perfect about him, something must be wrong -or else, it's not fair. And maybe his thing is that he is batshit crazy.
"Anyway," A clearing of the throat -you almost missed those, "go to bed. Sleep tight. Tomorrow, I want you-" Your heart stops in your bosom. There's the tongue winking at you again, through his pink lips, it's indecent, makes you forget it all about his alleged insanity, "alive and kicking."
You roll your eyes, raising your eyebrows, bewildered by his choice of words. He laughs, again. The boyish one but quieter, as if he's scared to wake the castle or just a grumpy painting possibly hanging somewhere in the dark. It's lovely. "Thanks for walking me to my room. And for Tae." You say, sincerely, turning to your door to open it.
"You're very welcome." Before you disappear in your suite, you glance his way. It's sappy-you again, needing to take a mental picture of his face, with the hair still pushed back, the rebellious strand from earlier curling against his cheek, his handsome everything, his soft expression and charming smile. He doesn't seem to mind. If anything he's doing the same, not hinting to a departure until you take it upon yourself that maybe, it's enough staring at each other wordlessly for tonight and you wave him goodnight, closing the door behind you.
By Merlin's beard, what the hell happened today?
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And what the fuck is going on, now?
Your ass down on the hard ground, head dizzy, with a little warm tingling sensation in the crook of your neck.Â
Jungkook is standing, looking like heâs a thousand feet tall with his long legs, chest puffed out and leaning upward. Heâs facing Tina, the infamous Tina, about his height if you put aside the long tail laying flat to the ground in between her legs. She's a bright degraded of a deep purple and a fire red, covered in scales, sharp and standing upwards every few seconds as if they're breathing along with her lungs.
He has a forearm blocking her jaws open, glaring with the most severe set of eyes you could never have imagined on him boring holes in her flamboyant ones. Heâs growling things in a language you think you recognise as Romanian, barking in her face as he forces his arm deeper, gagging her, not caring about the sharp teeth digging in his skin.Â
After a while of the strangest and scariest staring contest youâve ever witnessed, the tail lying between her legs flap once and she whines a heartbreaking mewl.
His face softens at that, slightly, he frees her from his arm, taking a step back while keeping an attentive eye on her.Â
Tina snivels more, as soon as her masterâs attention hints at leaving her, rubbing the tip of her gigantic snot against his shoulder blade.Â
âNot now.â He says, sending her away with a pat to the side of her neck.Â
This is the weirdest thing youâve ever experienced.Â
You simply remain there, staring, gaping, trying to process it all.Â
Youâve been jumped by a dragon and Jeon Jungkook is-
âAre you okay? Iâm so sorry.â He still has his hair pushed back in a messier bun than the one you made for him yesterday as if he knows that you like him a lot like that. Therefore nothing is hiding the most pitiful look you've ever seen on anyone's face when he looks down to you. Eyebrows dropping low above shiny wide pearls, his two hands reaching for you, munching nervously on his lip.Â
-Terrible. You just had the biggest fright of your entire life -and probably, hopefully, the last one of the kind- and all you can think about, is how wet you got from Jungkook growling like an animal, and somehow intimidating the fiercest animal there is to submission.Â
âShe doesnât- I didnât think sheâd be that excited, Iâm sorry, ___.â He mumbles, guilt laced in every syllabus he pronounces. You accept one of his hand, sliding yours against his palm, hot and calloused, sending warm all over your body as he squeezes around your fingers. âItâs my fault. Sheâs used to playing rough with me and she doesnât control her strength very well yet-âÂ
He bends over, catching your second hand in his and lifts you, a bit too strongly given how you are entirely made of mush right now. You hit his chest in the process, he has to steady you once youâre up on your wobbly legs. He holds you with a hand to your upper arm, still hot, still firm, it has the blood to your face boil even more. What kind of experience would it be to bathe entirely in this warmth, to have not the least stupid barrier in between yours and his skin, to feel his firm hold grabbing you, his whole body covering you and pressing you down?
You need to focus on the pets.Â
Tina seems upset, a few meters away, her tail slapping the ground impatiently but her head held low. There are three others, different sizes and spices, quietly laying above the trees forming the forest glade. Theyâre watching inquisitively, quiet, as cats would, you had no idea they could behave like that but then again, they were raised by this fucking guy.Â
The guy still holding you close, breathing hard over your forehead, whoâs most definitely searching for your eyes you are deliberately not allowing him to meet. Youâre not mad. A bit shook still maybe. Youâre just soaked, head filled with inappropriate thoughts you're terrified he might hear from how loud they are. And the oblivious idiot keeps apologising and asking if youâre fine because you should not be, you should probably be more traumatised, certainly not aroused as you are, especially when heâs feeling this guilty. You catch a wobble in one of his words and wonder if he could even cry from a guilty conscious.Â
Therefore you grant him a glance.Â
âIâm fine, Jungkook. Really.â
He must see something there, hear the subtle tilt your voice, too soft, has taken because he nods, visibly relaxing. His hand departs slowly, fingers grazing your skin.Â
âJungkook, I have something for you.â You say it like you know where itâll lead. Frankly, you have no idea. You can hope, wish very loud and clear in your mind, but you canât bet on it. âFor your back.â You fish out of your shoulder bag a tiny flask. With its shimmery blue content, the tag on it with his name and a short note consisting of wishes of healing youâre somehow embarrassed to show him. âI made it before coming. It should fix your back in no time.â
âThatâs very kind of you, ___. Thank you.â He grabs your hand along with the bottle as if he couldnât take it on its own, and now youâre sure he knows what heâs doing to you. He canât be innocently stealing all of these touches from you without knowing how intensely pleasing it feels all over.
âDonât thank me yet, you might not like the... process.â He raises an eyebrow, head slanting to the side. âItâs a bit uncomfortable for like... 30 seconds and then it gets better.âÂ
âHow uncomfortable?âÂ
âWell... Nothing too bad. Iâm sure you handled way worse.â He can see youâre not completely honest with him. For your defence, looking at all the scars scattered on the very few skin your eyes have access too, he must be used to some kind of pain. Itâs not painful per se. It is uncomfortable. Like dipping a firstly warmed up skin in a cryogenic liquid for half a minute kind of uncomfortable. He senses it. Watching the strange liquid carefully, suspiciously, heâs not certain heâll use it.Â
âIs it dangerous?â
You scoff, hands raising to your sides, âNo, I mean- Not if you apply it correctly, itâs fine.â
âIf I-â He worries at his lip, frowning, mentally debating the subject as if itâs that much of a big deal. Honestly, the risk, is, not that tragic. An over-application can cause a curious discolouration that will, later on, turn into a marble-like blue patch -it might be definite but youâre not sure-, you can potentially burn your skin too but usually, it only happens -and itâs the case with any magical ointment really- if itâs mixed with another ingredient it shouldnât come in contact with or on a body thatâs already under certain charms -which is not his case, you assume-, and of course, an ointment made for local application should in no circumstances be ingested. Itâs not that complicated. He doesnât need to look so scared and suspicious.Â
âFor Merlinâs sake, Jungkook! Donât use it if-â You aim to snap it out of his hand but heâs quicker, holding up where you canât reach, the corner of his eyes crinkling cutely.Â
âNo I want to but- can you do it for me? You worried me.â
âYou really are a big baby, arenât you?â He shrugs, doesnât deny it. He looks cute like that. Dancing on his two feet, munching on his lip, hands deep in the pockets of his pants. âFine.â You say without meaning it. You wouldnât say that youâre fine or that youâll be fine.Â
When he walks you to his cabin, twenty meters away from the dragons' playground, your heart starts beating hard and fast, more furiously at every step. It might not mean much more than a nurse job. At the same time, would it make any sense for you to not take the opportunity to take a step and make it more than that? Kim Taehyung would turn you into some kind of pile of whatever gross creature's shit if he were to hear that.
The cabin is super tiny, rustic and barely equipped. Wooden floor, wooden walls, wooden furniture -if you can call them that. Mentally, you curse at Mrs Umbridge. If she didnât plan this on purpose just because she despises the guy and his pets. You can tell he sleeps in it because of the shitty mattress sitting on a pile of wooden boxes, with the sheets unmade. Discarded used clothes in a corner, a little tower made of books that all seem to be about travelling, magical creatures and travellersâ autobiographies. Itâs dark, smells like soot with a tint of something sweet, as if the remnants of a pastry made of cinnamon is hiding somewhere.
Jungkook excuses himself for the mess, even if itâs not much compared to the poor condition he must have received the cabin as, jumping to the only window to tear open the dusty curtain.
It brings a bit of light inside, a subdued but warm yellow-ray coming straight from the barely awakening Sun.
It feels a bit stuffy in here. With him taking over the whole space, and your lungs struggling to pump normally. It feels too intimate, to be standing a few steps away from the place he sleeps in at night. Too intimate because you're not used to it, and two days ago, or even fucking yesterday morning, you would have never thought you'd ever be standing here.
"It's cosy."
You comment, humming to yourself, at the same time as he asks, "Should I take off my shirt?"
You almost choke, tilting your head, watching him with misplaced shock. He's already holding the hem of his black shirt higher on his stomach, exposing smooth golden skin, tight on a thin, sculpted waist, a trail of teasing black hair under his belly button, yet looking at you with his wide round eyes, unsure, quite innocent somehow.
"I don't think you need to- the whole thing." Coward-you hurries to answer, trying to divert your attention to anything but him.
Jungkook turns around, giving you his back and raising his hands to the back neck of his shirt, wincing silently, as he lifts the cloth. The back is almost worst than the front. The thin waist you had a glimpse of, the smooth skin with the golden highlights, the cute dimples at the bottom of his back, the developed, beautifully drawn muscles. A dizzying hot flush takes over your head.
This guy is a mystery. Under his thick, oversized clothes, you knew he was well built, but never would you have expected that. It's not like you care about it usually but with him standing in front of you, smelling so wonderful, with this thing, intense and unique, linking and running in between you two, you can't ignore it all. You can't ignore nor deny how attracted you are and giddy and greedy at the idea of seeing it, of touching it all -when most people don't even get close enough to him to suppose what he's hiding.
It's easy to get back to Earth and the present moment with the large, blue hematoma marking his right scapula. It looks painful as hell, so much so you wonder how he's been handling it so far, how he hasn't visited the infirmary yet, how often it happens and if he always simply tighten his jaws and take the pain until it just leaves.
He turns you cheesy again. You'd like to lean forward and press a kiss to make it better. You wouldn't dare though, and you know, for a fact, that the ointment you prepared for him would be an infinite amount of times more effective to heal him.
He shudders at some point. Probably because you're taking a short eternity to do anything, or just say anything, silently contemplating instead.
Gulping hard, you start, "Bear with me, ok? It'll be better in no time." He grumbles something to himself, way too quiet for you to hear over the loud popping of your potion's bottle and the even louder rummaging of your heart in your bosom.
The first drops seem to be fine. He's not squirming under the gentle touch of your fingertips, handling the strange sensation that the potion causes at first, instantly warming up at the contact with skin. He even relaxes, letting you spread evenly all over the bruise, calm and still as the perfect patient. Until he squeals.
"Fuck, what- ah!"
On reflex, he tries to bend and twist, attempting desperately to avoid the inhumanly freezing discomfort burning his skin. You try to hold him still, hands clasped to his shoulders but he wouldn't stop wriggling, whining like a hurt puppy.
For a tough guy, he can't handle much, you decide. It's amusing but concerning as you see him move around so much, you can imagine how he's stimulating the pain coming directly from his injury rather than the ointment.
"Jungkook, stop!" He manages to knock the pile of his books down with a blind kick. "It'll last just a few seconds, calm down!" Your hands fully pressed against his bruise, the heat coming from your overly agitated heart helping, it releases some of the cold. Somehow your tiny hands on his broad back are enough and he sighs in contentment, just a tiny whimper uttered as a remnant of his short but intense torment.
"Are you ok?" You ask after a few minutes. His breathing has quieted down too. His shoulders hanging low, his head relaxed, ease and comfort have taken over his body and mind.
"Yeah. But-" Tentatively, he tests out his right shoulder, rolling it up and down a few times, a tiny impressed 'wow' escapes him and you grin to yourself, enchanted to see him acknowledge your talent. "When you said discomfort-"
"Sorry about that. I thought you wouldn't want to try but it's worth it, isn't it?"
"It is." He has a sudden burst of laughter when he turns around, flashing you a relieved smile. You can read in his eyes that he's a bit surprised, a bit confused himself about what's so funny, probably settling on the little fright the experience gave him. You won't mention that the potion, if it's so effective and this, so quickly, is because it has very highly active ingredients that mess with the organism as soon as it penetrates the skin and his insides might be a tiny bit all over the place for a few moments.
Suddenly, a big whooshing sound comes from outside, seemingly knocking against the front wall of the cabin and making it shake on its hinges. It just makes him chuckle some more, not worried the least and beyond amused by your reflex to step towards him, hands raised, this close to grabbing a hold of his shirt.
"It's just Tina getting impatient, don't worry."
"Don't worry?" You scoff. The mention of her name brings back the memory from earlier. For some reasons, Jungkook's presence now and inside that memory, make it all seem rather mundane but you're sure, you're positive that you should feel traumatized by what happened. A dragon fucking attacked you. Jungkook shoots you a crooked smile you can't say you recognise. With a little bite on the corner of his bottom lip, dark eyes squinted yet shinning mischief.
"You're safe with me." He says, voice low, teasing, as one of his hand reaches for his index and thumb to pinch lightly at your waist.
"Because they're scared of you somehow?" He laughs again, hand now encompassing your side, staring down at you. He looks so inhumanly attractive. You're confused where this intensity comes from. If it's simple lust, coming from a genuine natural place, the same as yours. Or if the potion is not still messing with him, and his hormones, possibly. It shouldn't. It's been a good ten minutes and his build wouldn't entail this long of a repercussion.
"They're not scared. They just know who's the alpha." He explains with the cockiest shit-eating grin you've ever seen. Even greasy Gilderoy Lockhart doesn't have those. You'd find him gross if he was a hundred per cent committing to the act. There's a lurch though, in the way chocolate marbles shine in childish amusement, the tendentious beam turning into a boyish one, biting back something you know would sound like a giggle if he let it escape. You chuckle yourself, hitting him on the chest -because now that he's healed, he can take it. He doesn't budge an inch, doesn't back the slightest away from you. If anything, the hand holding you slide a bit further behind your back, keeping you close. "I'm just kidding." He whispers, voice as soothing as his attentive gaze as turned. So attentive you feel your face burn with shame. As a poor attempt to deflect your focus on this, your hand raises to his chest again, fingers scrapping at a tiny default in his shirt.
"You're not." He snickers. "I still don't understand how you're not scared of them..." The question somehow was never brought up. The whole night, the day before, your friends and you spend your time praising him and asking so many questions about his life and dragons in general, the things he's seen, the things he's done, the reasons that push him to take this orientation -something about adventure and wanting to see where the world ends was the answer however you could tell it wasn't entirely the real one- but you never actually asked how come he's not terrified of these deadly creatures.
"Honestly, your students are way scarier to me than they are." Your eyes grow big with surprise as you simper. You naturally lean a bit back as you laugh, and he follows you, for some reasons, eyes fixed on you, a tiny smile shaping his mouth. "That one girl the other day, the way she looked at you."
"Yeah, they can be real brats sometimes."
"My dragons, on the other hand, are super playful and soft." He sounds like a little boy, trying to brag about his alleged better pet. Of course, he'd be lethally sexy a second and undeniably adorable the next.
"You're a bit weird, Jeon." Jungkook shrugs, not sure what to say to that because he knows you're right. He can also hear in your voice that you don't mind and he's not sure how to say that he's glad you don't. Because he doesn't say anything you force yourself to look up, study his handsome face to read him. His expression is precisely what you expect yours to look like. Content yet expecting for something more, enamoured.
It's just hard to take the first step. Impossible to overcome.
Only now, from so close he can probably feel your breath hitting his neck, you notice he has a thin beard decorating his jaw. There's a patch missing on the left. You press the tip of your index to the tender skin, noting he's probably got burnt.
"That's what happens when a baby with a cold refuses to leave your shoulder." "It sneezed on you?" He nods, grinning. "I could make something for that. And for your eyebrow too." You stare, your finger caressing the soft skin, cheating a bit and slipping to the side of his jaw where there's nothing except a barely unshaven skin. Jungkook sucks in a breath.
"Would you?"
"If you want me too. You'd be losing charm points for sure but-"
"Oh, I have those?"
For some reasons, itâs this moment your memory chooses to recycle your friendâs words. The ones about him being that great. With the pretty gold glimmer coming from his peculiar round eyes, you do not doubt that he is. âAs if.â You roll your eyes, jaded by his certain lie.
And the ones about him possibly being a lot, being too much to handle follow quickly behind. He is a whole lot, from head to toes, to the very essence of his character. The thing is heâs dipped in a thick pool of sweet honey, rounding his edges into something so much more accessible, too easy to swallow, how could you not try. âLetâs not fix it then,â He starts, one of his hand roughly rubbing at his short beard. âyou already have too many ahead of me.â You give him a doubtful âoh really?â look he greets with an amused grin. Heâs pretty smooth for a guy that hardly ever interacts with women and humans in general. You almost ask if his pets give him dating advice but you decide to keep it for later. The cat and mouse game is getting hard to endure. Youâre not bored of it but you know youâre both ready for it to turn a little less playful and a little more decisive -also you donât know exactly what time it is, however, you do know you have a class in the morning. It (whatever it is) wonât happen with you bullying him restlessly. Maybe one of you will get tired of watching so closely the other's face, you both know the details by heart by now, are probably even able to draw them with your eyes closed, and act. Thereâs a subtle frown messing up his handsome face. A tiny dip of the starting lines of his eyebrows and a pout reshaping his lips. âIâm really sorry about that.â He mutters, shame dripping from his words. The pad of his thumb raises to your neck, grazing ever so lightly the skin surrounding the tiny cut Tina gave you earlier. Itâs not that bad. Doesnât even hurt anymore. When your heart is beating so fast, when your cheeks are burning so high, when your core is quivering so much, you barely remember about the cut on your neck ever hurting. He seems so sorry though. And then heâs leaning towards you, dubious eyes not leaving yours until heâs hidden in the crook of your neck and canât see you anymore, and softly, presses his lips to the bruise. It feels like a seizure in your heart. It shouldnât be much but it is, the softest touch, most delicate, also a beautiful promise for more to come.
You relax under him, his arm naturally sliding further behind you, pulling you flush against him. You tend your neck, expecting more, demanding more. He instead breathes in, nose buried in your hair, humming to himself as if the scent pleases him before heâs kissing your neck again, this time a more resolute kiss, with a tough pressure, a louder smack.
You canât help but giggle, he sniffed you like an animal would, like a dragon would. The giggle turns into an embarrassing fit of laughter, the tension wearing you out probably helping a lot.
âWhatâs so funny?â Jungkook asks, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with curiosity and a smile translating his bemusement. He backs away for a second, just to see your face.
âSorry-â More giggles, he pinches your side, you barely manage to bite your laughter back in your throat. âSorry but youâre really- I just didnât realise to what extent youâve been raised by dragons.â
Heâs confused you can tell, frowning in deep thought yet not looking the least vexed. It makes you smile. Seeing him looking so adorable, a little lost, a little embarrassed. You kiss the palm of his hand, the one thatâs sitting where it fits perfectly, tucked in the crook of your neck, his eyes grow big for a split second. âCause I smelled you? Was it weird? Iâm sorry, Iâm just used to- like- smells are imp-â
He made it so easy for you to press your lips to his. Everything about him, from his smell to his warmth, to his smiles both from his pretty flushed lips and from the wonders he owns for eyes, his voice soothing, welcoming, words always gentle, always soft. Heâs both the unknown and at the same time, the most comfortable aura youâve ever wanted to dip in.
Itâs hesitant at first, or more precisely sheepish, like testing the waters. Figuring out where youâre stepping in, noticing youâre barely keeping your nose up and afloat. Itâs scary, new and exciting. Requires a little bit of practice, some intended nibbles, some timid lingering.
Youâre both unsure, trying until youâre not anymore. Like a button blooming into a rose, suddenly turned bright bloody red, intense and passionate, with fierce thorns digging and scratching at the skin.
You sigh into him, heâs humming as in agreement. Thereâs a little agitation coming from outside. As if they know what you two are doing, how youâre feeling. As if impatient Tina can tell youâre stealing her human right under her snoot.
He is so willing to get stolen though. Chasing after your mouth when you worry for a second about the ruckus going on just behind the wall, arm tightening around you, hugging you as close as he can, his body melting with yours whenever your fingers dig in his skin.
Youâre the first one to slip your fingers underclothes to just have a little sample of naked skin. Itâs just past the hem of his sweatshirt, the soft and burning skin of his waist. It spurs him on. As if he was just waiting for you to give him permission, his hands find a home under your shirt. Flat on your skin, so large, so hearty, raw skin from someone whoâs worked with those hands a lot, feeling so nice on you, feel like heâs holding you captive in between the palms.
The hand against your back slides up, stopping an instant where your bra is sealed, toying with it as if heâs wondering if he can. Deeming that he canât, for some unknown reason, he goes further to grip the back of your neck. Youâre too busy with his tongue teasing yours, with the growing stiffness digging in your stomach to notice. Have your brain been less occupied, you would probably have the fingers playing with the ends of his hair, pulling a little harsher than they already are. Heâs loving it, it seems. Moaning each time you do, groaning each time your nails slip through the hair to scrap at his skin.
Everything is too good. Everything feels made to be, bodies made to meet and make up. It feels like this could be enough. Highly satisfying, more delicious than any make-out session has ever felt because none of those boys before were Jeon Jungkook and never have you liked someone as much as you like him.
But Jeon Jungkook canât be perfect. You donât know if he means to be to tease or if itâs just him holding onto some doubts, some insecurities, not wanting to go too far without you explicitly telling him that itâs what you want -because, clearly, itâs not evident enough, the way youâre hanging off of his mouth, limp in his arms, subjectively grinding against his cock canât be telling enough.
His second hand, the one closest to all the places you want him to invade, wonât give in. Set on your stomach, his thumb retracing the underline of your bra, this hand is the very incarnation of a tormentor. You donât last long, grousing in your mind, losing your shit and your patience, giving him chances after chances to finally get to it but of course he never does.
Your frustration reaches its limits when you back away from him, hitting his chest with your fist, breathless and frowning.
Heâs too dazed, hooded eyes barely seeing anything but your swollen mouth, to comprehend. Until you bark his name, punching him again.
Jungkook takes in your mad eyes, scrunched eyebrows and impatient tapping of your foot on the cabin's floor.
âTouch me.â You whine more than you demand. His light chuckles fill the suffocating air, diffusing a little bit of the tension and maybe itâs not for the worst.
âIs that all?â He asks, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your pouty mouth. âYou scared me.â
âI donât care.â He is so gentle on your lips. The sweetest touch youâve ever received there. Your heart is growing exponentially, threatens to burst in your chest and youâre loving every single second of it.
âYouâre a bit mean when youâre frustrated, you know that?â He can hardly contain his amused grin long enough to kiss you. Explicitly telling you, he doesnât care much for your moody outbursts. âAnd,â Another kiss right in the centre of your awaiting lips. âI was touching you.â
âNot enough.â
âWhatâs enough, lilâ brat?â He mumbles against the skin of your neck, biting a little at it, definitely grinning to himself there. You almost cum there.
âTouch me here.â
You can sense his cockiness drops to the ground when you grab his hands and press them to your clothed breasts. He just gapes, too shocked to act, as if itâs the first pair heâs coming in contact with. You have to do everything on his behalf and really, thankfully for him, you like him that much you donât hold it against him. Tearing the cups of your bra down and under your breasts, guiding his long fingers to your tender mounds, he takes in a shaky breath, his curious eyes borne into yours.
Tentatively, he wraps his hands around them, weighing them, the pad of his thumb caressing the skin, enjoying taking extra time on the nipple. Â You can tell he wants it, heâs too willing to touch you, yet his mouth, the stupid thing, starts to stutter, âB-but, I donât think righ-â
âPlease.â And if this isnât enough, youâre giving up. Youâve tried so hard. Asking, moving his hands for him, pleading with your boobs out and your shirt bunched up over them. If this isnât enough, youâre giving up and probably kicking him in the dick in your way out.
His puppy eyes fall from your eyes down to your breast, almost reluctantly. He leaves out a tiny whimper of pain. As if heâs the one hurting. As if itâs not you, the one suffering, the one tortured, because heâs been messing with you, shaking your insides upside down, baiting and lightening up sparkles but refusing to feed you accordingly the way you need to. As if heâs not the only one inflicting himself the torment, refusing to give in for reasons you donât understand.
Until something clicks in his brain, finally, common sense meeting desires, his mouth fall from your neck and straight to your nipple, kissing hungrily. Licking and sucking and nibbling, moaning almost as much as you do. Once both your nipples are swollen and a pretty flush, he senses your sensitivity, deciding to drop from the buds, meaning to cover the whole supple surface of your tits with lovely kisses and infuriating grazing of the teeth.
The position is awkward. Him bent in half, you on your tiptoes, trying to ease the access for him while simultaneously ordering your wobbly legs to keep on supporting you. The task is not easy, so poorly executed he gets tired of it in seconds, big hands seizing you to pick you up, holding you close, your legs wrap around his waist, so comfortable, so natural, somehow more convenient for him, he doesnât seem to be in the least amount of effort as he feasts gladly on your chest. His hands stay on your ass, fingers digging, occasionally dragging you up and down his front where you can feel him hot and hard against your centre, a few times squeezing and tearing your cheeks apart. If this is not what paradise tastes like, then you donât know what is.
Itâs perfect pleasure, pure satisfaction.
But of course, youâre human.
Soon, itâs not enough, anymore. And more and more you want and you need. You can feel your cunt clench around nothing, drops of honey dripping from the side hems of your panties crotch. Heâs so good to you, lavishing and ravishing your breast like itâs the only job heâs ever wanted but you want more. Maybe youâll let him worship you another day. Place the kisses and paint the marks he wants on every inch of your body.
Right now you need release. Any kind. Heâs pent you up to a point, you canât handle the idea of not letting any steam out.
Youâre about to get bitchy again. Getting saltier and saltier at every empty-handed clench of your cunt. If you donât take a step now, make him take the step, youâll turn into a sex-deprived gremlin again, this time worse than earlier, and itâs not a good look you wish for him to see -again.
âJungkook?â You can sense him perk up at the call of your name, even though he doesnât stop his ministrations. He hums against your nipple, held tight in between his wet lips. âFuck, Guk- just- uh- your bed.â No reaction. You suspect he didnât even listen. âTake me to your bed, Jungkook!â Itâs the harsh pull on his hair thatâs made him look up and pay attention to your words. Like an obedient puppy with unmatching dark eyes, he nods, swirling around to head for his bed, carrying you effortlessly like you're not a full-grown adult hanging from his neck.
Youâre about to meet his sheets. Youâre about to get ravished and treated so, so right. You can tell from all the promises his hooded gaze has no shame sharing. Anticipation is killing you. The tenderness and affection along with the evident intense lust you read in him are killing you. Your back is just about to meet his sheets when it just doesnât. Heâs holding you centimĂštres away from it, eyebrows frowned, preoccupation taking over his face and covering everything sexy that fitted it so prettily.
âI canât have you on this bed.â
âWha- why?!â Maybe you yelled a bit. He winces. You donât know what you look like right now, lust turned into pure fury, you just hope if you feel and talk like a gremlin, you still donât look like one.
âHave you seen it? Itâs not even a bed, itâs just a pile of dirty rags probably a thousand years old-â Itâs sweet and annoying, infuriating beyond belief. Heâs blushing too. One foot hitting with spite the pile of rags he was given to use as a bed.
You want to cry.
âWhy are you so fucking difficult, Jungkook?â You spit his name with venom, forehead hitting his shoulder, defeated as you feel. Heâs hugging you closer, hands less sexual and just warm tenderness as they slide along your spine, pressing you closer if itâs even possible. Feels nice. But your panties, the soaked ruined cloth that is uncomfortably sticking to your cunt are reminding you youâre hating this moment.
âI donât mean to. I- you deserve better than-â
âBut you sleep on it!â
âI can sleep anywhere, it doesnât matter but youâre too pretty to be laying on this.â You huff at that. Too frustrated to just take the compliment and let it shake your belly with the butterflies in it like a kid would a Christmas snow globe. âIâm sorry.â
âShould apologise to yourself, why youâre sleeping in it if itâs shit? Donât you deserve better?â
He can tell how you feel. Youâre kind enough to let everything clear as day, written in a language he mastered in so little time, an intimate one heâs only allowed to see. He sees the disappointment. Also the ease youâre feeling. The lust thatâs not left. The despair and frustration tinted by dark shades of anger. You look cute as hell. All pouty and mushy in his arms. Whining and complaining and so angry yet fingers gently caressing the nape of his neck. He can tell youâre bitchy, feel like arguing but probably want something else even more.
âWouldnât it be better to use your bed instead? I saw it yesterday, looks nice.â He suggests, kissing your jaw to relax you.
âIt is, itâs a troll size.â You lean your head back, giving more space for his mouth, mumbled words hardly falling from your pout.
âI saw that.â He says, amusement teasing the corner of his eyes.
âProfessor Jeon!â The amusement completely annihilates from his eyes, his pretty rosy lips falling in a shocked o, along with all colours leaving his face. You gasp silently, wide eyes matching his.
Thereâs a terrifying succession of thuds shaking the little cabin, the call of his name again. Slowly, he releases you from his arms, making sure you meet the ground without emitting the least noise.
âI told you I had a class-â he mimes with his mouth rather than speak.
âYou never told me that?â
âI mean- I tried to but you wouldnât- you wouldnât list-â
âProfessor Jeon?â More knocking on the door. You both hear the man outside mumbling to himself, a little commotion and you can tell, heâs trying to find a way to reach the window to have a look through it. Jungkook jumps on it, tearing the curtain in front of the blurry glass.
âYes- uhm-â
âAre you okay? The class is ready for todayâs demonstration! Weâre all excited about that Opaleye youâve talked ab-â
âHagrid, I- I need to- finish get ready so- if you and the class could wait- f-five seconds?â
You are fuming. Glaring at him with the meanest eyes you own. Smoke probably coming out of every orifice, desperately trying to leave out some steam or else youâll be spitting fire better than his fucking pets do. Tucking your boobs back in your bra, tearing your teeshirt back down, probably looking as miserable as you feel.
Heâs apologetic though. One hand holding yours between gentle fingers, massaging kindly the palm of your hand. Looking guilty as hell, pouty with the watery eyes, a sweetheart.
And you like him. The realisation hits you once again, full force, you like him a whole lot. Frustration fading into compliance, leaving you helpless, about to forgive him wholeheartedly and suggest to come back later when his schedule sees it more fitting.
âAlrighty! Iâll show them that cute baby dragon I see over there-â
Jungkook winces visibly. Even you can tell itâs not a good idea to leave Hagrid alone with kids and dragons unsupervised, his reputation precedes him, unfortunately. He doesnât hint a gesture towards the door though. Observing you with attentive eyes, the same from earlier, as if heâs trying to memorise your traits with utter accuracy, knowing he wonât be seeing it for at least the whole day ahead. You should suggest he takes a picture, itâll last longer. But youâre overwhelmed with a vague wave of sadness, suddenly, so close to the parting from him and so unready for it.
You donât know if he sees it, senses it, if when he kisses you hard on the mouth itâs to make himself feel better or if itâs just for you. It works in any case. Your heart filled up as itâd been, with lust and affection and something that canât be but is so akin to love.
âI wish you didnât have a class-â
âDo you want me?â He asks in a breathless whisper. The question is ridiculous, the answer being so fucking evident, youâd hit him to the side of the head if you didnât like so much how intimate, how sexy he sounds murmuring against your lips.
You nod. Realising as you try and fail that heâs stolen all air from you -and probably a few other things like your heart and sanity along the way.
âCan you be quiet?â His hands have already dropped from your face, attached to the hem of your pants, hurried fingers proceeding to open them up. The situation in its entirety with the environment, with the people outside at most a dozens of meters away, the awkwardness, the everything canât hit you, canât take a sensible shape. No information able to be treated because of him, his everything, the whole lot that he is, infuriating, dizzying, shattering, moving. All you know is that you can be quiet, you can be whatever he wants you to be right this instant.
âIâm sorry for being so terrible at all that-â He starts, sincere but light, amused, comfortable with you -and thatâs the nicest look youâve seen on him. âIâll make it up to you until later when I- can really make it up to you.â
Itâs funny to see the two facades of his personality clash like that. Heâs apologising, red in the cheeks, but also a mouth, reshaped by a confident fatal crooked smirk, stating promises as facts.
How does he know heâll make it up to you? How does he know heâll make you feel good enough youâll forgive his clumsiness?
âIâll need more than five seconds, Jeon.â That makes him chuckle silently, shaking his head and squinting in defiance.
âYouâll need hardly more than that.â He says, dragging your pants and your panties at once, down a few centimetres.
Heat burns your face as air hits your centre. It feels shockingly exposing even if he can't see much from up there, with your shirt down, with little to no light coming from the curtained window and his large hand, that doesnât wait for a second, slipping in between your thighs, covering your mound instantly as his mouth covers yours.
Heâs right. This fucker.
You donât time but you know he makes you come incredibly fast.
First starting by sliding a lone finger in your heat to quickly realise that you are soaking wet, sloppy to be exact, perfectly able to fit at least two and probably a third one easily. And he obliges so, filling the torturous void, fucking you with them slowly, dragging the pad of his rough fingers along your walls, teasing your sensitive entrance with lovely, lovely strokes. The sound -and he has to slow down to keep it quiet enough- is obscene. You donât remember the last time youâve been so fucking turned on. Dripping down your legs and unto his hand.
He spends only a few minutes on that, on fucking you nice and open when you both know he wonât even be able to fill you as you both wish he would until, well, some undefined time. It should be revolting, that thought, sort of a quick, immediate satisfaction for a long term painful wait.
But then his fingers leave your hole to migrate to your clit, as engorged as ever, as itâs not been for a long, long time, all of this for this stupid crush, from this stupid man, from his kisses and his scent, and his purposefully neglecting to give it attention. A few strokes only, fast and hard, messy and desperate with a sweet pet name heâs never used but fits so nice from his lips press to your ear and youâre coming, hole kissing emptiness, it sucks but you're invaded with so much content, legs shaking, heart beating fast, remnants of the orgasm reshaping the whole stance of your body, feels like you've just moved in an entirely new one, and head dizzy, feeling in love.
âTold you.â Heâs chuckling to himself. Full of himself as he wipes you clean with a teeshirt he just picked up from an open travelling bag.
âShut up, Jungkook.â You groan. One hand holding onto his bicep while his owns diligently tie back your pants, fixing you like nothing happened. The orgasm has been so good, it devoided you of all strength and energy you may have had.
You need to leave. Or more precisely, he needs to leave and meet the class, take them away probably in the forest so that you can escape and flee back to the castle. Itâs inevitable.
You close your eyes for a second. Trying to empty your head, focus on breathing properly again, hiding how upset you feel. Itâs not that dramatic. Surely, youâll catch him again, today probably, later, tonight, but you feel so upset. Like a little girl. You donât want to leave him yet.
Jungkook calls your name softly. You open your eyes, biting on your lip to contain all the emotions wanting to spill out right under his nose.
âDo you like me?â This time you have to throw a punch to his side -it hurts your knuckles more than it does him- because how dare he ask and look so unsure of the answer. âWell, I donât know- I donât- you never know with women and- and like- I- you never said-â
âIâve liked you for two years, Jeon Jungkook.â
âTwo...?â
You see the gears rolling, slowly, unsettled by big knots of confusion. Youâre sweet, youâre generous and you just came in his hand, literally, so you have no issue admitting -with only a slight blush on the apple of your cheeks, âWhen you first came for the Triwizard Tournament.â
âIâm sorry I didnât-â Again with the apologies. With the looking so pitiful, with the guilt, with the him being so lovely of a man, especially when heâs so big and covered in all those warlike scars.
âWell you had this in your eyes anyway, would have been hard to notice me.â You joke, stealing one of the locks hiding behind his ear and tickling his eyelids with it. He scoffs, smiling before he slips it back where it was.
âThanks to Taehyung, I have a hair tie now. So that I can see you better.â Heâs beaming, staring at you fondly, itâs insufferable and you look away, embarrassed as ever because those big eyes being just yours, admiring you -for what too?- are hard to handle. You need practice.
âIs it your dragons teaching you all this cheesy garbage-â He cackles at that, not even letting you finish and youâre loving the idea that itâs you causing that. âYou need better wingpets.â He laughs even harder, youâre grinning even harder until a screech, ear-splitting, resonates through the whole surrounding forest. For a second you wonder if itâs not just Tina throwing a fit because she heard how her master is having so much fun with someone else than her but thereâs a commotion following and what sounds like a seventeen-year-old Slytherin boy losing his shit, yelling and crying, and alarm takes over Jungkook's face.
âCan I see you tonight?â He asks in a hurry and you nod. âIâll meet you in your room after I trained-â A big smooch to your lips. âActually maybe before, I donât know, I-â
âJust go, Jungkook.â His eyes say something his mouth canât, you can read the trepidation, as he sprints to the door, gaze not leaving you.
You canât be sure a hundred per cent but youâre almost certain he just told you that he really likes you too and suddenly, you donât feel as upset as you did, knowing you will find him back later.
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For a second, you donât know what heâs referring to. Until he points a finger towards his crotch, a little flush showing on his cheeks, where his hair doesnât reach.Â
That makes you laugh. You shrug your shoulders, waving his thank away because of course, you wouldnât let him run in the middle of a class full of teenagers with a rock hard cock showing through his pants.Â
Too focused on the possible catastrophe happening in his front yard, he didnât seem to realise, if any discomfort or pain ever existed he couldnât acknowledge it but you surely did.Â
After having it pressed to your crotch, having felt its hardness and its heat, thereâs no way youâd be able to just stop thinking about it. Then in the cabin, with your tingling cunt and sticky panties, and the whole day ahead, no matter how far away from him you were, physically and supposedly mentally, itâs just all you could think about.Â
Blushing incessantly at the least stimulating moments. Gagging back giggles whenever a word, a touch, a smile of his recalled itself to you, and this in front of confused and suspicious eyes.
The whole day was a pain. It simply wouldnât roll fast enough.Â
Now here you are, standing in front of him, not recognising him fully. Heâs hiding behind his hair again. Heâs quiet and awkward like he too forgot how to talk to you.Â
Maybe thatâs what you get for meddling with him so quickly. Suppose you get separated for a short dozen of hours, he becomes a stranger again.Â
Itâs an awful feeling. Seems like maybe you made it all up. The comfort, the noncommittal love and adoration, the ease, the lust, the warmth. Maybe all of it was just a hazy dream. Made up yesterday evening by alcohol and this early morning by fatigue.Â
Here you are sober and empty of any other commitment and you canât picture how you could have gotten to that special place and how to find it back if it ever existed.
âYouâve let your hair down.â You simply say. Maybe itâs your way to point out aloud how you feel like youâve been thrown a thousand steps back. Heâs hiding behind his hair, being unreachable again.Â
âYeah, I just- they were all staring so I felt awkward-â You mean to interrupt, let him know because youâre sure that he doesnât (the boy from the bar yesterday didnât know) that if they were staring itâs because he is that beautiful and certainly no one has expected that. âI wanted to tie it back for now but I lost the little thingy.â You take a step forward, closing some of the distance between him standing against the wall and you in the middle of your room. The more you hear his soft voice, the more you recognise him. âI hope Taehyung wonât be mad, I can buy a new one for him.â You could probably point out that Jungkook probably did not lose anything. That probably Taehyung used a charm and like any of those, the object you didnât pay for, that materialised itself from thin air, simply disappeared after some time. Maybe youâll tell him later. Right now youâre close to him again, so close you can catch a glimpse of an eye under the pretty locks. Your ears recognise him, your nose too, and youâre impatient to see if your fingers would too.Â
You reach up, catching his fringe in between your fingertips and dragging them behind his ears, opening the silky curtain and smiling to yourself, eyes almost blurry with emotion, when you see his handsome face now on display. With the pretty brown eyes, the rosy lips, the cut eyebrow and that scar on his cheek, just above his timid dimple that shows up only when it wants.Â
âHi.âÂ
âHello.â He squeaks out, flushing. âI must look ridiculous-â He gestures you his hair your holding hostage behind his ears, taking advantage to caress his soft skin with the pad of your thumbs.Â
âYou look cute.â He does. He looks a bit awkward, like a boy who just finds himself with too much hair and tries to do something about it. âVery cute.â You add, beaming when you see his embarrassment grow.Â
âLiar.â
He catches one of your wrists in his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the thin skin of the inner part. Lips soft, eyes soft, voice tender. âI thought about you a lot today...â Somehow he found you back too. He feels comfortable saying this while youâre sure heâs not used to it. Therefore even if you hate it, you canât help but admit it. That you too, obviously, could only think about him the whole day. âIâm not here to stay forever, ___.âÂ
Your airy smile flatters until it disappears completely.Â
Way to ruin the mood.Â
He senses it. Press the hand leaving his face back against his cheek, pressing the second one to his mouth again as if he could bring you back to him and forget all about what he just implied.Â
Obviously.Â
Obviously, his life is not here, in Hogwarts. Heâs not a professor, he doesnât want to become one, heâs here for a project that has a defined limited time - Mrs Umbridge made sure of it. Heâs an adventurer anyway. He only knows forest and lands and mountains and mythical creatures, extreme weathers and dangerous places.Â
Obviously, you two only properly met a few days ago, only started to get to know each other less than 24 hours ago, itâs too soon to be in love, too soon to be so attached that a separation would feel that devastating. But even if youâre not, you feel in love. You feel wonderful in his arms, under his gaze, with his pretty smiles lighting on you and his sweet voice rocking your heart.Â
Itâs so upsetting to think about. You donât want to. Just him hardly bringing it up makes you so upset you could cry.Â
âBut I- I know that you know that already. Maybe itâs clear for you that- we canât-â The more he talks the less sense he makes. Every syllabus seems dragged out of his mouth. He struggles so bad, your hand distractingly playing with the neck of his shirt, only because his hand wouldnât let it go, you can feel his beating heart through the thick vein of his neck. âWhat I mean to say is- I donât know what this- could mean to you. If it means anything or itâs just- like- fun,â Your eyebrow ticks at that. How dare he? âeither way I donât mind-â Heâs quick to add. âReally! Whatever you want is fine. I just mean to say that we canât- I mean- at some point, Iâll be very very far away so-â
âDoes it matter now, Jungkook?âÂ
The whole dilemma is not that hard to solve, on your part anyway. Thereâs nothing you can do about his future departing, is it? All thatâs under your control is either you decide to indulge in him, have him the way you crave to, feed in this lovely thing thatâs started blooming yesterday evening between you two and later on, deal with the heartbreak youâll surely have once he leaves. Or will you deny yourself this, still get the heartbreak but way earlier on and have to nurture it for probably less long but in this peculiar case, through a thick coat of regrets.Â
You hate to think about it all. You hate to think about a time when heâs not going to be around, not even only appearing at the end of a hallway, not even noticing you, not doing anything special except existing and breathing the same air as yours.Â
Itâs clear for you. Heâs right here, right now, literally right under your hands, thereâs no doubt in your mind that youâre going to consume as much as him as you possibly can, if only heâll let you.Â
He looks worried, concerned. Not on the same page as you maybe. Guilty too. While itâs not his fault. Itâs your own stupid, unpractical dumbassâs fault for falling for the only guy that lives like a fucking wild animal and is probably inept to leave his wild savage life for more than a couple of months at a time.Â
An attempt nibble to his bottom lip. Your eyes shut close slowly as to not squeeze a droplet menacing to fall from your eye. He sighs deeply, leaning into your mouth for a moment.Â
âI guess it doesnât have to matter now.â He decides, pressing a new kiss to the relieved smile growing on you.Â
"Cause you had a few things to show me, I believe..." It's subtle. Sort of. The words may be but the eyes you give him are not, demanding, minxy. Your intentions are no secret to him and you can tell in the way he smirks, kissing you again, this time his warm palms holding your cheeks still. He's made up his mind too.
It's all you needed to wash it all behind. Everything that could be too heavy for your shoulders or your heart to carry right now. Anything that could affect this moment, tarnish it, make it lesser than it could be.
It just has to be good. Only good and nothing else. His hands everywhere, on your ass, squeezing, on your breast, fondling. He seems to have remembered what you like. He's not withholding, he's not overly gentle. He's still awfully tender, awfully sweet because it's just the essence of his person, you feel it in every breath you steal from him. The way he carries you so softly, sitting you down on his lap as careful as ever as to not have you tip over and fall off of the bed.
When you're so greedy and almost rude in comparison, lavishing in the position he just offered you, groaning when you feel his thick thighs stretching yours wide, grinding already, sliding forward to feel his hardness anew against you. You touch him everywhere because his body feels surreal. Hard and taut and skin boiling even through his clothes. Your hands disorganized, impatient, start by unbuckling his belt to then jump to the hem of his shirt, dragging the cloth up and off of him.
You hardly catch a glimpse of fair honey skin before the light is shut off suddenly. There's the very recognizable thud of a wand hitting the wooden floor that hints at you that he's the one who did turn it off and you want to whine and complain and maybe even argue a little, and maybe more, enough for him to turn it back on but his wet mouth is sucking at your collarbone, the indignant scold dies into an insignificant, trembling whimper.
He lets you undress him. Even if you're missing the visual, you decide you'll enjoy the touch. His skin is so soft, too soft in a few spots where you guess he's been hurt, uneven, little bumpy traits, here and there, like the trace of a road on a map, scattered all over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. He feels wonderful under your fingers. Hot and soft. He smells heavenly, encaging you as he does, you're bathing in his scent, earthy, smoky, masculine.
You have the push him away, a hand on his jaw, another on his chest to have him quit mouthing at your skin and lay his back down on the mattress. In the very dim light, you catch his shiny eyes, wide and intense as they observe you in the dark. You lean over, pressing kisses you hope as loving as his on his skin, starting from his cheek, you feel moving under your lips from him smiling, descending to his hard belly without missing a spot.
Your mouth turns extra delicate when your lips meet uneven skin, as if you could hurt him, as if he hasn't been long healed and your lips aren't the last thing that could ever hurt him, it makes him gasps and sighs though, each time, you feel his abs tighten under you, his thighs stiffen.
"Am I hurting you?" You ask quietly, even if you doubt it.
"Yeah-" He sighs and you freeze. "I mean no! No, no, don't worry."
"Are you sure?" You insist and he groans in defeat. You might be palming his cock through his pants, which you should be patient enough to wait until he answers properly if you'd honestly like an answer. But the rock hard member has been poking your thigh for too long and you can't help it. He's so responsive too, concealing poorly his groans and his moans, his whole body and cock twitchy under you.
You're close to giving him more. To give him fully what he came for. Nails grazing with intent the line where the hem of his underwears lay but not moving down further, hinting at something more but not giving in yet.
It's exhilarating to have him so docile under you, waiting, hardly patiently, for you to give him what he wants and you can tell, from how hard he is, that he really does want it. He sucks his breath in one more time, loudly, and you snickers above him, excited as you are.
Until he decides it's enough. Raising one thigh fast and hard, pushing at your ass, making you tip over with a squeal. He catches you with the cheeky chuckle you've grown to adore, rolling you unto your back so he can hover over you. You feel so tiny under him, with his strong thick arms encasing you, the line of his wide shoulders barely decipherable in the dark. Your hand follows the line, appreciating him to be so willing to be touched, always leaning onto your fingers. When it stops at his chest, your fingers mean to play a little but you're stopped in your track by the thudding hitting your palm. It takes you a hot second to realise it's his heart, being so loud and agitated, so expressive from where it's hidden. Of course, someone as reserved as him would have a heart that vocal.
"Your heart's beating so hard." You comment quietly. You don't mean to embarrass him. You don't even mean to reverse the power button hanging between the both of you. Yours in your own chest has to be causing a similar ruckus. But it's his that matters right now. You can't get over the fact that it's for you.
"Stop teasing me." He grumbles. He's not even vexed. He's embarrassed, but you hear the slim smile in his voice, a sheepish one.
"I'm not. You should feel mine." He hums against your mouth, then backs away laughing a bit.
"Smooth."
"It wasn't-" You sigh in defeat. It was not a subtle attempt to have him take care of your tits. Seriously. He's too glad to comply though, you're not one to complain.
You only have a vague notion of time passing, of things progressing. Somehow a second he's suckling on your nipples through the thin material of your top and the next, both of you are naked, panting in each other's face. Your nipples erect and still wet, occasionally rubbing against his chest, two of his thick fingers pumping in between your folds, a third one occasionally teasing the entrance, hinting at a stretch you're so greedy to feel even though you're not sure you can take; your hands wrapped around his shaft, pumping furiously, squeezing hard to have him hiss and curse against your lips, with your thumb teasing the slit of the tender slick head.
His free hand is at your neck, resting there, fingertips pressing in your skin, his thumb toying with your swollen bottom lip whenever he's biting too hard on his own to kiss you properly.
"I'm close..." You whimper, nibbling on the flesh of his thumb. He smiles vaguely at you, hooded eyes unfocused, eyebrows scrunched from pleasure. "I want you, Jungkook."
"Like now?" Fuck. You really have to like the guy a lot. He dares stop fucking you too, all attention now driven to your face. You don't say anything, your eyes telling enough. He nods to himself. "Okay, now. But uh-"
"Jungkook, sometimes you're half-useless." You try not to be mean but you can't help some snarkiness to escape. You have patience. You have a lot of it. But he just makes everything so difficult. How can you be sin and temptation embodied and at the same time, be so fucking clueless? He's like the cure but also the disease.
You roll over on your bed, grabbing a condom from your bedside table that a certain friend I don't need to name provided you with, to then face him again, brandishing the foil packet in his face.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to-" He seems confused for a second, struggling to get the thing open and you wonder if it's been as long as it's been for you since the last time he's been with someone like that, or if it's been even longer. "but-" Growing even more impatient, you jump on your knees, kneeling next to him, taking the thing from him and tearing it open for him. "You're, like, a lot."
You stay silent for probably too long, frozen, hit by his words probably too intensely.
"In a good way! In a- in a, you're- I like you a lot and it makes me all-" He's talking too much you decide. Stuttering the sweetest things you have a hard time hearing while you're both naked in your bed, so near to get even closer, even more intimate to each other in a way you're too excited about to handle any extra pandering -especially given, you know exactly what he meant. Who would have thought? Jeon Jungkook talking so much you'd have to kiss him quiet.
"How do you like it?" He asks in a whisper, kissing your jaw in a way that makes you shudder. He's making you lightheaded, so dizzy, with the stupid jumps between his sexy lust-filled self and the adorable clueless dude he can also be.
"Just- however you'll have me." You answer, ignoring blatantly that it doesn't mean much.
So he decides. Laying you down on your back, hovering you. The thought that maybe you are made for each other hits you full face then, because that's exactly how you'd like him to have you. Just like earlier, so close, so intimate, sort of intimidating, dominating too. All yours and you, even more, his, with his soft locks caressing your forehead, lips so close you hardly have to make any effort to reach, not that he lets you have your mouth for your own for too long anyway, every few seconds, claiming it with lingering kisses tasting of greed. You know you're in trouble as soon as the very tip of his cock squeezes in. It's somehow a tight fit, even with his earlier ministrations, even with the ones from this morning that made you feel loose all fucking day. Jungkook only fucks you with the head of his shaft for a while, feeling you so tight around him, savouring the sensation but also worried he'd hurt you if he were to go further.
You're on edge. On edge of a devastating orgasm, already too fucking close, and even if you could blame it on the foreplay, on your hormones or whatever else, he'd know. He'd know it's because of him, because of how much you like him, of how good he makes you feel, how much he turns you on.
You don't really care. He's already panting in your ear, groaning and moaning with tight jaws about how good you feel and how pretty you are, when he's only half of the way inside and that's more than enough. It's kind of too much. Kind of impossible to handle.
It's a mewl to the shell of his ear and the digging of your nails in his firm ass that push him further and balls deep inside you. It feels like discovering new places within yourself, places you haven't reach before alone or with someone else, brings a rush of excitement to your whole body that translates in a vice tight clench around him.
He fucks you so good, it feels so nice, his cock was made for you. His rhythm steady, rather slow but powerful, sending you a tiny bit higher on the bed at each thrust, with one arm slid behind your back, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck to hold you still enough. It's little to no effect but it drives you crazy, having him own you like that. From all those places, his dick, his thigh pressing yours higher, his hands, his mouth, his words. Bewitching, he is. Everything feels and sounds and touches him, the air you breath tastes like him.
You wish it'd last forever but it can't. Like everything that tastes that wondrous.
"Jungkook, I think- uh- gonna come." You lie because you don't think, you know you're about to come even if it's been a couple of minutes since he's started. Conveniently, the moon chooses this very moment to come out of wherever she was hiding, shining right through the only window of your suite and hitting him right in the face to bring clear light to him and to his grin, the smug grin you've only caught glimpses of. Your nails dig deeper in his flesh, he gasps lightly and bites on his lip but the smirk doesn't leave, even though it looks ridiculous with his heavy droopy gaze, his red cheeks and his heaving. He's as affected as you are. And that's that precise revelation that throws you over the edge. You mewl aloud, turned euphoric with how incredible it feels to have him keep fucking you through your orgasm, with his cock dragging along your tight, sensitive entrance with his movements.
Soon he follows. You don't exactly catch the moment, too lost in your own euphoria to decipher when his begins, but you feel the change in his thrusts, sloppy and harsher, skin slapping louder in the quiet room and once you've both bathed fully in the pleasure, came back to the now calmer, quieter Earth, you realise your ear rings with the ghost of a raw, low scream that certainly was his.
Fuck, you need to hear this again but this time with your full, undivided attention.
But another time.
Right now, you're half dead. Your hearts have just started coming down from their high. With him laying almost entirely on you. The most of his weight he safely pressed to your side but he's clinging to you, the round tip of his nose buried in your neck, hands holding you tight against him and legs intertwined with yours. Your hand has found its way to his hair, the ungodly mess, fingers gently massaging his scalp, rolling the curls in between.
"So warm..." He hums against your skin, almost purrs. You smile lazily. "Never wanna leave."
"You don't have to." It's the exhaustion that renders your filter ineffective. You know you shouldn't have said that. You know even more so when he doesn't say anything back. "For now, I mean." You don't even know how much of this is a lie. If you really were only thinking about this moment, this night or if the future you both know too well, ugly but very real just waiting its moment to play out, was also on your mind. You're too tired and concretely, fucked out, to even think properly.
"I still have four months." It's a poor consolation. You don't mean to spoil it all. After having spent such a precious, wondrous time with him, you don't want to fuck it all up but you can't help your heart from squeezing painfully in your chest, your throat from struggling to swallow down the heavy ball that's lodged up there. Jungkook senses it. You know he does by the way he holds you tighter, pressing one of those kisses, the most tender ones, at the corner of your lips. "We'll figure something out." He says with an assertion you didn't expect and don't know the origins of. Yet, you trust him and the lump in your throat decides to leave for now.
Somehow, persuaded that you and your heart are safe with him.
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A/N: i canât believe i finished this fucking monster. i need sleep. iâm sorry if itâs not super well edited, i did the 33 pages in one go and yeah. also itâs been so long since i wrote actual explicit smut, i have no idea how it turned out. đł let me know :)
to anyone whoâs made it this far, thank you so, so, so much. you have my infinite gratefulness and i sincerely hope you enjoyed it.
iâm off to sleep, i hope you are having a wonderful day. stay safe, lots of lots of love đ
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