#the studio got paid to put them in different houses

[clouds-of-wings]

Amy and Sheldon in their HP merch through the seasons. Amy is a Hufflepuff (confirmed 2 times) and Sheldon is a Gryffindor (confirmed 3 times). I think it's a nice touch that the writers didn't go "their nerds lol their obvs Ravenclaws".

I think it sort of fits? Amy is very unpretentious and loyal, Sheldon has a kind of bravado about him. Both have, in each their own way, a strong sense of fairness. It's a small detail, but I like that they don't get reduced to their intellect.

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CHAPTER 01

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: pretty much none for this chapter! Just a nice fluffy, protective and sweet chapter :)

A/N: hi everyone! Thank you all so much for your support I received for the prologue chapter I uploaded yesterday. I am really happy and grateful. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. I'm always looking for advice. English isn't my first language so please be patient :))

Also, I saw other people use taglists for accounts, I'm not 100% how it works, but if anyone would be interested I will try to figure it out.

Please take care of yourself. I love you.

Words count: 3385

Prologue:

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"Hyung? Hello?"

"Hm? What's up? Are you guys on your way? Jin is starting to stress out 'bout it."

His voice sounded calm, not worried one bit. It was obvious he was most definitely sitting by the fireplace, reading some poetry book. Kook got him one not too long ago as a thank-you gift, and before leaving with Yoongi, Jimin did notice it laying on the couch.

The youngest loved and respected his pack alpha, so showing gratitude in any way was very close to his heart. A simple plant for a nice camping-trip-hike Joon planned for them wasn't too unusual, a new pair of limited edition sneakers was granted, or a nice book of poetry, bought at the seasonal book fairs he sneakily visited, so the alpha would be surprised.

Of course, Jungkook often spoiled all of his other pack members, but among the pack, it was quite usual to buy Namjoon occasional small gifts. After all, he was keeping them well-kept, safe, warm, and fed.

Sure, they all may be alphas, suited to take care of themselves, and they did, but sometimes handing off the lead and worries to him was just too tempting. They needed to rent a house for a weekend stay in a different country? Joon would by no means even allow them to try and do it. The pack wants to buy ice-cream? Yes, he will go on and order it for the group, making sure to not forget any of the complicated toppings and flavor combinations.

Namjoon still had occasional mishaps, accidentally breaking new tableware, another controller, or losing his keys over and over, but his pack never took it too wrongly and knew of all the good he brought to them. It always outweighed the clumsiness.

"Yea hyung, we are on our way to the car right now, but-"

It didn't take him too long to notice that Jimin's voice was softer than usual, and even without being able to smell his scent, he was able to sense a sort of worrying undertone.

While he could start firing out questions right away, it wasn't his first day dealing with any issues involving his younger packmates. Everything could be sorted calmly in pretty much every situation, and he was a big believer of that fact. Though when he heard a whimper in the background of the call, he too grew worried. He sat up, putting the small book away. Unconsciously, he paid attention to everyone in the house at the moment; Jin's smell was in the kitchen, the occasional sizzling of oil and pots heard, Taehyung's scent upstairs, a bit too far for him to be able to sense what exactly he was doing, noting of Hobi's bright smell in his studio downstairs, and Jungkook's, also on the bottom-floor gym.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?" He didn't sound too overly concerned, even if he was quite worried. He didn't hear Chim sound so stressed in some time for sure. It was quite usual for the pack alpha's to try to bring peace to the pack, always have a rational mind and calm any agitation and anxiety.

Listening closely, only a bit of shuffling and fumbling noises could be heard.

"Um..- we met an omega..-"

A longer pause continued, and a faint voice of Yoongi in the background. He didn't hear him speaking so softly in a very long time, making Joon's eyebrows furrow only deeper.

"An omega? Are they okay?"

"No, hyung, something is really wrong..- her scent, she is really, really anxious for some reason-"

"Did you try to settle her? She could have entered omega space; you have to be really careful with that. Where are you right now? I'll come there to help."

"Yoongi hyung said it's the best for us to just take her home to us right now; we just got into the car and are leaving the parking lot now." Jimin said with the faint sound of the motor in the background.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll tell others. It's better for her to be somewhere with only a few specific scents than the mix of ones that belong to the group of strangers. Is she crying?" His question was followed by a soft sound of fabric moving. A shorter pause and then a yes.

Sighing, Namjoon stood up and started to make his way towards the kitchen. Jin looked up but didn't say anything after seeing him calling, and continued cutting up a few onions. Opening one of the top cabinets, he took out an essential oil often used for newly presented alphas for when their nose suddenly got bit too sensitive with the heightened smell. It wasn't uncommon for betas or omegas to use such oils or scented candles either, though.

"Poor cub. Just make sure you drive safe, okay? I'll try to get some things ready for her to nest with; that should help. Hyung is still cooking, but it should be done soon, did you buy the batteries for Tae and Koo?"

"Yea, we did, don't worry. We got some more stuff from that new game store for them too, but you'll see at home. Thank you, we will be there in about.. 10 minutes? I think?"

"Alright. Be careful, talk to you later."

Ending the call and folding his phone into his jeans pocket, the pack alpha looked towards his eldest hyung, who was already staring at him with questions written all over his face.

"What is it? I can smell you are worried, Joon."

For a few moments, he didn't answer, still bit too confused about everything. They didn't have an omega at their pack house basically ever.

"At the mall, they found an omega; she must have been really unsettled, so they tried to help. They are taking her here now."

Once again, talking without any noticeable worry in his voice. It was only his scent that carried a slight stench that was offsetting.

"An omega? Where is their pack? We have to notify her pack alpha; this could be serious."

"Yea, I think so too. Can you give her a meal too? We should have enough for one more person, right?"

Jin turned back around to stir the sizzling pan of glass noodles, softly humming.

"Of course, we have more than enough. You should go tell others. I'll go open windows so there is fresh air here, and it's not too scented for her right away."

"Thanks, hyung. I just hope she won't drop, so let's try to prevent that in any way possible."

Agreeing, he left Jin to his thing and started making his way towards the private studios.

Knocking softly on the doors in a short pattern, he didn't wait too long before he opened the entryway. There sat Hoseok, turned towards him. There was an open file on the screen that he was working on for the past few days.

"Hey, what's up?"

Closing the door after him, the pack alpha took a seat on the large black leather couch.

"I just got a call from Jimin; they are on their way back home. They have an omega with them though, they are taking her to the pack house."

Hobi's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.

"Really? Why?"

Sitting up slightly, he kept his eyes on Namjoon.

"Minnie said something was really wrong; she was just too unsettled, and they couldn't find her pack I guess either."

"Oh poor thing, they get really stressed in public places; she must have gotten overwhelmed," softly cooing at the thought of a soft, sad, anxious omega. Hobi always had a soft spot for those in need. And from the description, the little omega must be in need for sure.

"Yea, I think so too. Do you have any new blankets and pillows? Or just anything that's unscented still? We have to prepare at least some nesting materials."

"Probably don't have a blanket per se, but I have bought a new hoodie online, so it should be sealed in plastic and unscented. That could help right?"

"For sure, that would be great," smiling, Hobi stood up and took a still unopened carton box. Ripping off the tape and pulling out a white milky plastic package, a paper written note fell onto the ground. Gasping softly, he bent down in the chair. Handing him the package, he looked at the note, smiling softly. "Ah, look, they wrote me a nice note!" his bright heart-shaped smile brightened up Joon's slightly anxious mood immediately.

Chuckling, the man stood up. "They should! You always order so much!" he said as he opened the door to the hallway. "Thanks hyung, they should be here in a few minutes, okay?"

Now turned back towards the screen, he heard a light "Yup!" making him leave the room, closing the door softly. Now on his way towards the gym, the young pack alpha wasn't too worried about the youngest - or any of his pack members in general.

It was a shock for sure, but they were a healthy pack with strong bonds and relationships, and if Yoongi believed it was best to take the omega to their home, then it definitely was that way. They didn't meet a lot of omegas at their company, since they were only allowed to do very few jobs. Omegas required a good, peaceful company of a similar group that was kept constant, and with how many people mingled during the tours and such, it was hard to keep that up.

Sudden omegadrops were then a bit too usual, causing more worries and stress. Really, there were only a minimal amount of omegas in BigHit; it wasn't common for omegas to work in general either. Some packs that were more modern did support the idea, but the traditional ones were used to pretty much taking care of all of their financial needs.

The door of the gym was left slightly open, so Joon knocked to make himself known and entered. Jungkook was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily with a glass of water in hand. His big eyes widened, and he stood up fully, taking a big gulp.

"Hey hyung," breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, he ran a hand through his long, messy hair.

"Hey Jungkook, Yoongi called me a few minutes ago; they are on their way home right now, but there will be an unsettled omega coming with them too, okay? Something must have gone wrong for her; I think she might drop on them, so they decided taking her to us will be the best right now."

The youngest didn't say much for a few seconds. Placing his glass on the ground, he came closer to his pack alpha, his scent subconsciously wafting out calming pheromones. It was natural for any alpha or beta to try and calm anyone that was just a bit weak and scared. It just happened naturally.

"Omega? They will want to nest then; we should get some stuff ready quickly.."

"Yea, do you have any unscented stuff lying around?" furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Kook closed his eyes thinking. Wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt, he nodded.

"Yea, I bought new bed sheets; I think they arrived this morning... And I should also have a pillow that isn't scented by any of you, just me if that works?"

"Thanks Koo, that helps a lot. Can you go get it and take it to the guest room upstairs?" Nodding quickly, they both left the gym, Namjoon quickly squeezing his shoulder in approval.

Walking upstairs, the young pack alpha made his way towards the room that Taehyung was in at the moment. Knocking and opening, his packmate was laying on the bed, softly snoring, covered by a few blankets. Coming to his side, he shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah, wake up; it will be dinner soon," the younger slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sighting out, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and hair out of the way.

"..Huh?" was the only thing the tired man could get out, mumbling incoherent words towards the pack alpha. Knowing he won't get far like this, he sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. He will tell him once he is able to take in information.

Closing the door and making his way back downstairs, he looked at the clock, only to see that it was about 15 minutes since the call. Noticing Jin getting the table ready with Hobi, he placed the packaged jumper on the couch, leaving it there. Taking a seat next to it, he decided to wait for the rest of his pack, listening to any noises from outside.

It didn't take too long until he heard the garage door opening and a car in the entryway. The soft sound of the motor turned off soon, and with that, Joon stood up and walked towards the entry door. He could sense Hoseok and Jin watching him do so.

The cold air hit him; it was still snowing outside, and the strong storm didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. While the nice, snowy Christmas was, in his opinion, superior to the wet, muddy one, it could be dangerous when driving. Knowing so, he watched Yoongi walking towards the entrance, his coat already covered in snow after only a few seconds of being outside. One of his hands was behind his back, seemingly clutching the palm of the omega.

Oh, but the small omega.

His breath hitched in his throat when he could smell her - the sweet, peach-like scent mixed with rose blooms was really nice, but it was covered by the stench of a rotting fruit. She was afraid, anxious, and worried, and the alpha inside of him felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe and secure.

Her hair and scarf covered most of her face, her eyes downcast as she clutched Yoongi's right hand, softly pattering behind him through the shoveled pathway. Jimin closed the garage doors and followed soon after.

Yoongi made short eye contact with Namjoon, only to pull the girl closer to the doors. Stepping out of the way, the alpha addressed her scent, sniffing the top of her head slightly - a traditional way to show she was welcome and allowed to come inside of their packhouse. Her big eyes were still filled with tears, playing with his feelings.

„Hello, what's your name?” Bending to see her face better they stood close to the doors while Jimin and Yoongi started to remove their boots and coats, placing away the plastic bags. Lifting up her chin to place it over the nice thick scarf she wore, she opened her soft lips to speak.

„L/N F-F/N..” the omega mumbled softly, sniffling at the end. The pack alpha was tempted to coo loudly, but held back for now.

„Alright, my name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the pack alpha... What happened hm?” She looked away, with her hands in the pocket, unconsciously bearing her neck just the slightest. When he didn't get an answer, he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

„It's okay, don't worry. We will help, yea? Come on, let's get your coat off and eat some dinner, okay?” only receiving a soft mumbled yea, the small omega shakily started to untie her gray scarf, the pack alpha helping her when she started to fumble with it. Softly petting her hair when he noticed the way her chin shook and how her nose was soft pink, her cheeks and eyes red and slightly swollen.

„There, there. It's okay now.“ he couldn't hold back the soft coo at the end of the sentence, watching closely when she unzipped her jacket, taking it from her and hanging it up on a free hanger. Helping her step out of the untied boots, he placed them close to the heater so they would dry up.

Yoongi poked his head through the door to the living room, looking at the omega for a second. Left in a pair of loose fit pants and a oversized pink hoodie with white socks, standing close to Namjoon seemingly worried just as she was back in the mall.

„Let's go eat now. Is japchae okay kitty? Jin made you a plate already come on.” he watched as her eyes grew wider for a second, big and bright, still glossy with few tears. „It-It's okay al-pha..” she softly mumbled, slowly walking towards his outstretched hand. Once she was close enough, he took her own and softly squeezed before pulling her after him.

Namjoon went after them, noticing the footprints left by her. While he thought it was quite cute with how she pattered after his packmate like a little pup, the thought of her feet being wet and cold pushed his instincts once again.

Leading her through the big living room, and towards the right where a big table was, with already most of the pack members close by, preparing for the meal and helping around. Just as she entered the living room, all 4 heads shot up at her scent.

Jin was the first one to move, placing the glass carafe down on the table and wiping his hands quickly, before he made his way to their direction. While Yoongi was still softly pulling her along, she notably stiffened up and slowed down, pretty much stopping her movements if it weren't for Namjoon softly patting her back, encouraging her to move forward.

„Hi F/N, I'm Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin okay? How are you?” his soft gaze was kept on her as she shuffled in her spot, before answering in a quiet voice. „It's nice to m-meet you Jin... I'm we-ll, thank you..” avoiding his gaze, she let Yoongi once again pull her along towards the seat near the head of the table.

Jumping in, Hobi was quick to pull out her chair, helping her take a seat and softly ruffling her hair. „There you go.. do you like juice? We have um.. I think we have orange and apple, maybe even peach one. Would you like some?” Looking up at the bright, smily man the small girl unsurely nodded, turning her head towards the pack alpha for approval. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries. Smiling with his dimples showing, he nodded easily while he poured himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook, already a step further, looked through the fridge. „Yea, we have a really tasty peach one, I think you would like that one,” he said as he pulled out the chilled glass bottle, opening it „it's from a farm that's at the outskirts of Seoul. Here, let me pour you a glass.”

„Look at the back for the ingredients, we should be careful with those.” Said Jimin while he pulled out clean cuttlery from a drawer. Omegas were known to be very sensitive in general with pretty much anything - food, sicknesses, air pressure and temperatures and noise and a lot more. A stomachache was not what they wanted to happen.

Turning the bottle and reading the ingredients, Jimin soon looked over his shoulder and too studied them. Once reading over the four -pure white peach extract, water, sugar and vitamin C, they deemed it safe enough, pouring the meek omega a tall glass.

Thanking and slightly bowing in her seat, she took a small sip, and once her expression seemed a bit lighter and satisfied with the taste, the youngest alpha sighed out, patting her head. Taking a seat opposite to her, next to Hobi, he started to serve himself a plate of japchae.

The omega's plate was already filled long ago by the pack alpha, who handed her his cuttlery, getting himself a different set when he noticed she didn't have any at her place.

Just as she was going to dig in after another approval nod, with Yoongi on her left side, she heard another pair of footsteps. Another man, with slightly damp hair entered the living room, pulling out another chair and taking a seat with his eyes still slightly closed, only to have them shot open suddenly, focused on her.

„Why is the omega crying?”

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[yuzukult]

from home 03 || jjk & reader

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut in future chapters word count: 8.1k prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? a/n: .......... LMFAOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOLKS I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL... anyways hopefully i copied the right chapter hahahhahahah

“You going to the staff dinner tonight?”

Raising a finger at Hoseok, Jungkook slips his phone from his pocket, skimming through the pages before landing on an app, typing a few things in before he looks up with a saddened expression on his face. “... I guess not.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Why can’t you go?” He turns his phone to show the both of you. 

JEON JUNGKOOKACCOUNT BALANCE: ₩33,258.75

“Jungkook!” You and Hoseok in unison exclaim in disbelief. “How the fuck do you only have $30 in there?” Jungkook shrugs, slumping his shoulders as he leans against the conveyor belt. “My mom hasn’t given me the modeling money yet. Our accountant is still calculating all of my earnings. You’d think with how much my parents pay him that he’d work a little faster...”

“We just got paid two days ago,” Hoseok points out, completely baffled as to how Jungkook was able to go through that money so quickly. “What did you do?”

Standing in the middle of Jungkook’s apartment, you and Hoseok just heave out a heavy sigh, shaking your heads in disappointment. He has new curtains, one that makes it easier for the sun to shine through in the mornings which has been an incredibly huge mood booster for him. His futons now have pillows and a blanket to claim their own. Then there was the fridge— full of almost every type of frozen meal from the aisles of the grocery store. And the pantry was an entirely different story; stacks of ramen, chips, cookies— they were practically spilling.

“Jungkook, you need to learn how to control your spending.” You say with great dismay, skimming through the labels of all the ramen bowls and packets that pile on top of each other. “If you keep going at this rate, you’re going to be so broke that you’ll be living on our couches on rotation.”

His face brightens. “You’d let me live on your couch if I needed to?” 

Ignoring his question blatantly, you start browsing his apartment with Hoseok. His suitcases and boxes remain full of things that he brought back from the estate which has you going through them in pure amusement. “You guys... wanna help me unpack or something?”

“Unpack or something. Either or.” You pull out a velvet royal blue suit from one of the boxes that’s still in its clear plastic jacket for the outer protective layer. “Jungkook, want to give me a reason why you have this?”

“Oh. That’s this year’s Hugo Boss. Haven’t worn it yet, I needed to get it fitted.”

Your nostrils flare at the words. “... OK, so why do you still have it? You’re a lower middle class guy living in a studio apartment that’s still probably being paid by his parents who have a butt load of money so they honestly don’t even know they’re still putting money into this. Why they hell would you have a suit that’s...” flipping the label around, your jaw nearly pops off when it drops to the floor, “₩665,175,000.00? Jungkook, what the flying fuck—”

“What?” Hoseok drops the bag of chips he’s in the midst of opening from his hands. Despite also coming from money, he was never that rich in comparison to Jungkook. “Yeah, Hobi, you heard that right. $600,000.00 buckaroos. That’s the cost of a house right there.”

“The Jeon estate is actually—“ You place your index finger against Jungkook’s lips to hush him. “Don’t even. You need to sell this suit.”

“Sell—“ Breathless, Jungkook looks like he’s going to pass out. “I can’t sell a limited edition suit. It was hard to even get it in the first place! What makes you think I’m going to sell it?”

“Because you have 30 bucks to your name.” You respond bluntly before picking up another suit that he has lying underneath the first. “Or sell this one.”

“Not the 2021 Vintage Gucci Men’s Suit!”

“How— One, how can something be vintage if it’s in 2021? And it’s not even 2021 yet?”

The sun begins to set; the rays peering through the curtains gradually dissipates, leaving the three of you sprawled across Jungkook’s new apartment with clothes splattered on every possible surface in the poorly lit room. He still lacked another lamp, but the one his mother left was going to have to do. The staff dinner plans are cancelled, mostly because reorganizing Jungkook’s belongings has been an unanticipatedly gratifying yet a fraught chore that took up more time than predicted. Jungkook was hoping to attend the dinner, but after seeing how much effort you and Hoseok put in trying to make his living space a bit more comfortable, the hope for going to the event has been pushed to the back of his mind.

“Do you guys want to order take-out?” Jungkook suggests, and both you and Hoseok nod while sharing each halves of the futon. “But we’ll pay since you barely have any money. You can get us next time.”

Next time, which means that you guys want to hang out with Jungkook again. 

To him, this is a huge step in the friendship direction. Throughout the entirety of his life, having friends had never really been a thing. Sure, he had play-dates per request from his mother, but those kids were fans of the stuff he owned, they didn’t even like him for him. It had become a recurrence up until high school, where the replacement for the need for friendship had been occupied with flings with women instead. People hung around him for the image, but he never felt a connection with anyone.

That was, until he met you and Hoseok.

Although he’d known Hoseok from showing up at the same parties, he never actually got to talk to him on this level until he visited the supermarket that fateful day. He was always the fun guy at parties; attention constantly gravitating toward him, whether he liked it or not, and he came from money as well, so Jungkook wasn’t sure if those people were surrounding him because of it. Sure, Hoseok’s parents weren’t as rich as Jungkook’s, but they were pretty high up there and could afford almost anything they desired.

Yet, he preferred this sight of Hoseok. Baggy hoodie and jeans, skin greasy from spending the day at work then coming to Jungkook’s apartment to unpack. He’s nagging at you for taking up too much space, covering the surface area that Hoseok had claimed to be his under an unspoken contract as you frown when he slaps your leg.

He likes this. There’s no gowns and tuxes in a ballroom with hors d'oeuvres worth the price of a car per bite; there’s no young people at a party, getting wasted and high, fucking in bedrooms that they weren’t sure who it belonged to; there wasn’t a dining room full of both family and strangers that attempted to start small talk about things he didn’t care about— there was none of that. Just comfort from people he genuinely wanted to impress and make proud of him. He’s not sure if he’s ever felt this way before and he’s barely even known either of you that long. Jungkook has been spending most of his life trying to fill a void in him and has been unsuccessful. He’s finally feeling like he’s going somewhere.

You and Hoseok finally agree on what to eat and he learns that it’s your favorite. Pizza. Extra cheese, pepperoni, sausage, spinach with an ungodly amount of jalapeño peppers, Hoseok mentioned earlier that night that your tolerance for spicy foods is stronger than the pits of hell. 

“Jesus, how are you eating this?” Jungkook cries, snot dripping from his nose while Hoseok wipes his tears after taking another bite. You sit there, unfazed, picking up the abandoned slices of peppers that sit in the box, dropping them into your mouth. “It’s honestly not that spicy. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Bitch, we are not being dramatic, your stomach is made out of whatever Captain America’s shield is made from...”

Jungkook’s phone buzzes in the midst of your argument with Hoseok and just from the name on his lock screen, his heart drops. Jeon Junghwan.

There were a couple things in life that Jungkook wanted to attain— the acceptance from Junghwan and his parents being on top of that list. Ever since Jungkook was younger, Junghwan had been the golden child, the rest of the four were just barely making it, arduously following in his footsteps. But he failed, he hasn’t been able to win the approval from him.

Jeon Junghwan [7:55PM]: Mother is having a charity banquet on Saturday. She would have called you but figured it’d be best if I contacted you instead. Something about ‘inspiration’. Please be at the estate at 7:00PM sharp.

Jeon Junghwan [7:55PM]: Goodnight, Junghwan.

“Why does he text like an old man?” Jungkook flinches, head turning sideways to meet with Hoseok hovering over his shoulder. “Junghwan, I mean. But cool, I was supposed to go to that banquet too, until I got called on a shift. Luckily you’re not scheduled.”

“Yeah...” He says quietly, seated on the floor as he leans back against the sides of the futon. “This is the first time I’m seeing my family after moving out. I need to plan this out right.”

“Well, what’s the plan?” Cheeks full of fries, you’re munching away on the other side of Jungkook as he contemplates the next steps he’s going to have to make in order to reach his goal. “One thing is for sure. You’re going to be my date.”

The breath has been stolen away from his lungs and his heart feels like you’ve pierced through his chest cavity and squashed it into the palm of your hands. He doesn’t know what it’s called (maybe a blowout) but the way your hair cascades down to your shoulders is marveling. In a black long dress with a slit that exposes the entirety of your legs, his breath hitches when his eyes meet the skin of your thighs, the spaghetti straps drape over your décolletage with the v-cut neckline only finishing it off right. He thinks this is his fatal moment. He’s never seen you dolled up like this before; cheeks brushed with a peach blush, lashes emphasized with mascara, liner that makes you look even more fierce, and lips... so buttery pink and plump that almost wishes he could—

“Jungkook?” He shivers, immediately pushing the thoughts out of his head. You’d probably stab him in mere seconds if you knew what he was thinking about. “H-Hey. You look good.” 

You grin, adjusting the fabric that hangs around your legs. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself. Anyways, let’s get going. You said your brother sent a car for us?”

Even though Jungkook is a model and has posed in magazines in suits, it’s still a surprise to see how stunning he manages to look in person. He keeps his hair casual today, despite the formal attire, but when his fingertips rake through those luscious locks, it makes sense why he went with that decision. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t believe that this hunk was living off of frozen meals and instant ramen for the past week. 

He’s pretty, yet there’s something that you can’t help but loathe about him. 

Jungkook is still from money, despite the amount of times you’ve seen him in the supermarket’s uniform and apron. It’s something you’ve been trying to force yourself to remember when you feel yourself slowly falling into the traps of his smile and looks. The reminder is there when a Mercedes Benz S-Class pulls up and Jungkook isn’t as astonished as you are. The window of the driver’s side rolls down, revealing a middle-aged man who wears a chauffeur’s hat and a grin upon his lips. “Jeon Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“Hyungjin,” He dips his head in acknowledgement before saying your name, “... this is my date. This guy has been my driver since I was born. Park Hyungjin. He’s going to be taking us to the estate tonight.”

Jungkook opens the back door for you as you slide in with ease, completely in veneration at the characteristics of the vehicle. It feels luxurious, from the leather seats to the center console, and when you see Hyungjin beginning to raise the customized partition between the front and back seats, you’re shocked it can even do that until Jungkook halts him from doing so. “Uh, sorry, Hyungjin, she’s not one of those nights.”

Oh, you think to yourself, this was a routine. His preceding lifestyle is starting to unfold before you.

Arriving at the ‘estate,’ which was something you’d had been stuck with trying to adjust yourself in calling Jungkook’s family home, it’s an unreservedly different part of the home compared to your first visit however a sudden coldness hits your core from incredulity. How could anyone need a home this big? Jungkook guides you out of the car before you could even register the visuals of the home, waving Hyungjin goodbye and brisk “thank you.”

“Hold my hand.” His fingertips brush against the back of your hand discreetly, and as a reflex, you slap him away while he whimpers in pain. “What the hell was that for?”

“Sorry. Habit.” When you try to reach for him again, he opts for resting his palm on your lower back instead, keeping you close. “It’s okay. Is this alright?” You nod. “This is better anyway. We look close yet at the same time professional.”

When you step into the ballroom, you quickly learn that your previous time at the Jeon estate had only been a glimpse of what Jungkook’s sumptuous home had to offer. There’s something of a mezzanine or indoor balcony of some sorts with staircases that branch around the perimeter where a couple people stand idly. The chandelier that you saw in the dining room before was no comparison to what was currently hanging from the ceiling right now— there’s diamonds that hang like raindrops, intricately scattered with clear clarity that only the rich could identify and have the opportunity to see in person. The guests are dressed like those diamonds— sparkles and jewels of women that bathed in the crystals, accompanied by men who simply wore tuxedos and suits. 

But the real stars of the show were the Jeons. With Mrs. Jeon’s hair in an updo, it accentuates her collarbones and shoulders where her dress lies; a beautiful detailed lavender gown that you can already sense the weight of when she drags it behind her. You see where Jungkook gets his genes from.

The filler music from the orchestra that plays in the corner stops, the chattering along with it as they all divert their attention to the Jeons that stand by the railings of the balcony— the four boys and their dates. All that’s missing is Jungkook who stands beside you, hand graduating from your lower back to your waist. 

“Hello, everyone,” Mrs. Jeon greets, a pearly white smile upon her lips. “I am so thankful for your attendance here. As you know, tonight is dedicated toward the Cancer Research Foundation of Seoul, known as the CRFS, and I will be the host tonight but the true genius behind this all is my son, Jeon Jungsik.”

Jungsik approaches his mother from the side, dressed just as well as the rest of his siblings, shaking his head in disapproval. “Mother, I couldn’t have done this without you,” He says humbly, eyes browsing the crowd but pauses when he sees Jungkook with you by his side. There’s something hidden behind his stare, Jungkook hypothesizes, because his modest brother suddenly wants the spotlight whereas previously, he’d be standing in the audience. He can’t tell if it’s because it’s the first family event where he’s sober or if truly there’s something about Jungsik that’s different. “But tonight is a different kind of night. We’re here today not to just donate what we can to a good cause, but celebrating as well. I’m announcing my engagement with Kim Nari.”

An abrupt realization washes over Jungkook.

Kim Nari. The daughter of a tech mogul whose relationship with Jungsik would further advance the Jeon Corporation and skyrocket their profits. Her marriage with Jungsik would link the two companies together, creating possibilities for what seemed to be impossible. Which brings to question, why would Jungsik be interested in Nari? She’s a reflection in the mirror of Jungkook himself— uncontrollable, spoiled, and dependent with no future planned. Why would Jungsik, someone with passions, dreams, and stability want to be with someone like that? Something was up, and Jungkook can taste the bitterness in his mouth.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, but you genuinely don’t care. Anything would be better than listening to conversations that were beginning to start up again at the hasty announcement. Nari has one of her hands sitting upon the rail, waving as if she’s the Queen of England, with a dress that may be deemed inappropriate for a setting like this. It seems that the rest of the family is hearing the engagement for the first time though because Mrs. Jeon looks like she’s going to faint and Mr. Jeon is holding in his anger rather than noticing Nari’s attire.

“Nothing, just... something weird with my brother.” He says before turning to give you his attention again. “Anyway, should I introduce you to my horrific bloodline?”

When Jungkook guides you toward his family members that have begun trickling down the staircase, you’re appearing to have heart palpitations from the suspense. The way the Jeons walk is intimidating alone; shoulders pushed back, straightened posture, and smiles that resemble authenticity on the surface but daggers will be pulled at their disposal if anything goes haywire.

“Mother, Father, this is my girlfriend...” You altogether miss when Jungkook says your name from the sight of his family up close until he squeezes your waist gingerly to capture your awareness again. “Oh, yes, hi,” You bow speedily, “I’m uh, Jungkook’s girlfriend.” Wait. Didn’t he just say that?

“Are you now? Last time we spoke, you said you weren’t,” Mrs. Jeon comments, and albeit her words sound harsh, the draw of her lips upwards say otherwise. It feels a bit forced, but you know it’s from the sudden news coming from Jungsik. There’s a façade of happiness when deep down, she’s disappointed. “We... we met after that night and he treated me to dinner for taking care of him. We’ve been... seeing each other ever since.” 

Mr. Jeon stands there in silence, observing the conversation between you and his wife before unexpectedly speaking up. “Did you attend University? And have you graduated yet?”

Jungkook knows what this is. The Interrogation. Every Jeon child’s significant other has gone through this and you were next. He had completely forgotten about it— mostly because his other brothers had gone through it years ago, and Jongseok’s ‘girlfriends’ had never really been girlfriends, so their dad had given up on that until someone serious came by.

He never thought it’d be him before Jongseok.

“Yes, back in 2016.” You state, fingers fidgeting with the metal chain of your purse. It was a simple question yet the way it’s executed is as if he’s searching for a particular answer.

The older gentleman tilts his head, the space between his brows crinkling in perplexity. He looks so much like Jungkook, except matured with wisdom, and if Jungkook was of any replication of his father when he’s that age, he’d probably still have a line of women after him. “So you’re older than Jungkook.”

“No, father,”  Jungkook chimes in, “... Quite the opposite. She’s actually a year younger than me. Graduated University rather early. Or... well, she finished high school early.” He can see from his peripheral vision that he has captured the ears of his other siblings that stand languidly. “Gifted, really. Child prodigy. Despite all the talented Jeon children, we’ve never had one of those.”

There’s a glimmer in his father’s eyes. He’s impressed. “Really?” His stiff tone has shifted to a lighter one. “Did you study in Seoul? What was your degree in?”

“No, uh, I actually studied abroad in New York after graduating high school. I was about... maybe fifteen at the time? I chose Food Science— I thought about being a Chef because my inspiration is Guy Fieri but someone told me to be a bit more realistic with my brain so here we are.”

Guy Fieri? Jungkook stifles a laugh at your secretive role model, rubbing your sides comfortingly. It’s something to tease you about later, but right now, you have a job to do. Swoon his father.

Mr. Jeon nods, hands slipping into the front pockets of his slacks. “Remarkable. We could use someone like you in the Jeon Corporation.”

Both you and Jungkook choke, clearing your throats at the sudden suggestion, glancing at one another. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m thinking about opening a chain of restaurants, something high end, something different.” Jungkook’s brothers are stepping in closer to listen shamelessly to the conversation, the look of disarray stamped onto each one of their faces as if it’s the first time they’re hearing this information, for the second time tonight. “I would love it if you gave me your take on how to proceed on some things, and help the chef formulate something that makes sense without him cheating me out on prices. Jungkook, tell Maeri to schedule something for us so I can discuss further details.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” You blurt, palms growing sweaty. “But you just met me, and Jungkook and I just started dating. Are you sure you trust me?” It’s another experience of déjà vu; Jungkook mirroring his father’s actions at the yacht party when he claims that he’d pay for your aspirations.

“Of course. Jeon Jungkook doesn’t have girlfriends.”

Just then, someone taps his shoulder and whispers something ineligible into his ear before he turns to you with his hand extended, and you take the offer with a firm shake. “I’m needed elsewhere. It was nice meeting you. Glad to know Jungkook chose someone fitting.” And with that, he leaves.

“Well, that was pleasant,” Mrs. Jeon comments, hand resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Seems that sending you off to live alone has brought nothing but good impressions on your father. Keep it up, Kook-ah. I’m going to go accompany him, so in the meanwhile, introduce her to your brothers, why don’t you?”

Turning your body to face Jungkook, you let out the hugest breath you’ve ever held in your entire life. “What was that?”

He looks equally as stunned as you. “I don’t know but that went so much better than I actually thought. I think that was the fastest he’s ever been fascinated by any of our girlfriends.” 

Jungkook’s father had strict outlooks for the company, one of them being that he wanted nothing but pure Jeon blood leading the corporation. This meant that the significant others of any of his children weren’t allowed to be part of the trade. So why did he ask you particularly for a hand in the family business?

“Jungkook,” One of his brothers calls out, your heads sharply jolting at the sound of his voice.

Have you ever watched Boys Over Flowers? When the Flower 4 walk through any entrance, it’s like time slows down and their hair flows through the wind like they’re models?

That’s what pretty much happens.

“Hyungs.” He says; it’s their own version of a hello and the atmosphere between them is tense. “It’s nice to see you sober, Jungkook.”

His jaw tightens. “I wasn’t an addict, just you so know. Made it easier being around you all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” The one you assume is Jongseok from your previous google search waves his hand, disregarding Jungkook’s statement before pointing his finger directly at you. If only you could bite it off along with his rude mannerisms. “Girl toy?”

“Girlfriend,” Jungkook corrects him and his other brothers are intrigued. “This is my girlfriend,...” As he says your name, your eyes immediately are drawn to the woman behind one of the males; shiny caramel colored hair with the simplest white dress that hugs her small waist that still manages to make her look like a goddess with a smile that was so sweet your teeth start to hurt. You recall catching a sight of her in the same magazines that Jungkook featured in and on the posters at the mall whenever you’d walk into a store but how she looked in person was flawless compared to those photos. She was like the real life version of a photoshopped picture.

“This is Hayoung, my brother Junghwan’s wife.”

“Uh, H-H-Hi,” why does she make you so nervous? Do you get anxious around extremely beautiful women? “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” She hums, cheekbones high with her grin. “Kookie never mentioned he had a girlfriend, let alone brought anyone to meet his family before.”

“Kookie?” You reiterate with a mocking tone. He knows you’ll never let him live this down. Least he still had the Guy Fieri thing up his sleeve. “Noona, it would’ve been nice to keep that away from her for a bit. I’m trying to ease her into this madness. She’s probably still recovering from that conversation with our father.”

“As if!” Hayoung counters back. Her husband, Junghwan, wraps an arm around her waist before dipping his head slightly toward you. “I’m Junghwan, Jungkook’s older brother.” He then begins to point at the other gentlemen. “Jonghyun, Jungsik, and Jongseok, respectively.” 

Frankly, it had been a lot to unpack for the night, and you assumed that the boxes back at his apartment were a lot, but this was truly a lot. Within an hour, Jungkook introduces you to almost anyone that plays a significant role in his life and elaborates on each of their backgrounds. 

Junghwan, his eldest brother, is married to the international supermodel Na Hayoung, and he’s the next in line to inherit the CEO position when his father steps down from the company. He’s been trained all his life for this role, apparently, and it’s evident in how he carries himself. Jonghyun, the second oldest, stands behind Junghwan in the company, supposedly his right hand man when it comes to business, joined at the hip although their personal relationship with each other isn’t as close. He’s also married, Jungkook mentions, but his wife is currently very pregnant and at home. He skips over Jungsik, only because you’ve met him over dinner, but he doesn’t miss a beat when he says that Jungsik is purportedly the angelic Jeon. Lastly was Jongseok, the last sibling before himself, and was described as something along the lines of, “the most useless, right after myself, and if it weren’t for his involvement with the marketing department because of his diploma, he’d be living in a studio apartment downtown, cut off from this family too.” Jungkook’s words, not yours.

The night slowly reaches an end, people scattering to leave the estate, thanking Jungkook’s parents for hosting such a charitable event. Just before you’re about to step out along with Jungkook, his mother had her fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Jungkook, you and your lovely girlfriend should stay the night. Downtown is far and your siblings will be here as well. Maybe you can show her to your bedroom? I know you’ve been missing your bed and well... maybe show her around your childhood home.” She pauses for a moment as Jungkook hesitates as you eye him suspiciously before interrupting his thoughts. “Your father wants to speak to you and your brothers in the morning anyways, so it would be nice for you to stay for breakfast, dear.”

“Are you fucking dense, Jeon Jungkook? I do not want to stay the night here.” Contradicting your angry words, you’re already unlatching the attachment on the straps of your heels, sliding them off while seated on the bay window seats of his bedroom, rubbing the soles of your feet. “I’m sorry,” He mutters weakly, falling on the foot of his bed. “I don’t know how to say no to my mother.”

“Well, quit being a fucking momma’s boy and call an Uber. I want to go home, Jungkook.”

“Uber’s don’t run this late at night in the area. We live too far off the grid.”

“Well, then ask Mr. Hyungjin to pull up in his whip and take us home.”

His face drops, a guilty look pooling in his orbs. “We sent him home. He’s technically off on the weekends. Hyungjin only came out because Junghwan asked for him beforehand.”

You grumble, laying back on the cushions, locks tangling along with your mood. “What are we supposed to do here? Share a bed? What am I supposed to wear to sleep? Did you already ask your housemaids?”

“No,” He answers bleakly, standing up. “But I’ll go ask now. In the meantime, you can watch some TV? Then when I come back you can shower and do whatever you need. I think I have a spare toothbrush for you to borrow. As for the bed thing...” Jungkook looks over at that California King that he misses so much. “... it’s more than big enough for the two of us, I’ll keep my distance from you without a problem.”

Before you can counter the suggestion, he’s already out the door.

Perusing through his bedroom, you soon learn that this ‘room’ of his is the size of your childhood bedroom times five with a closet the size of your apartment with a connecting bathroom that was equivalent in surface area.

Then it has you thinking. Jungkook grew up like this, in a life of grandeur where everything he had, he had a plethora of. Whether it be education, belongings, or the aid of people who tended to every need he had, it never seems to run out. He had a driver since he was born while you struggled to learn how to take the bus alone at the age of 7. Or running out of money to pay for a new notebook for class since you’ve been using the same one for the past two grades in order to save cash so your parents could put food on the table. While Jungkook over here was probably tearing down trees in his yard to make all the paper in the world. What about noticing that you were ahead of the kids in your class? No one seemed to have realized it until you said to someone that you were bored, and needed more challenging material when you got sent to the Principal’s office per request, begging to be with the bigger kids.

If you had the money Jungkook had, you would’ve been able to pay off both yours and your parents’ debt in addition to opening your bakery all within the same year. 

But you aren’t Jungkook, and jealousy just runs through your veins alongside the enmity. 

Entering through the housemaids’ chambers was a nostalgic feeling that he couldn’t exactly say was his favorite. Sneaking down here during the late hours of the night for quick sex and running back up to his bedroom felt like such a teenager thing to do at the age of twenty, so he instantaneously gave up on that. 

There’s two wooden doors to choose from. Nayeon, the house servant he slept with several times before realizing that she had falling for him while thinking it was some forbidden love, and Hana... also a servant that he had sex with until she also fell in love with him.

So which one of them would be less upset about him asking to borrow their sleepwear for his new girlfriend?

Answer to that question: neither because they both slammed their doors on him after asking. He should’ve figured that sooner.

Next stop: Junghwan’s room. Maybe Hayoung had something for you. 

He hesitates when he’s standing outside of his brother’s bedroom door. It takes him back to when he was a kid all over again, desperate for his big brother’s attention who didn’t even have enough time to dedicate to him. Taking in a deep breath of courage, he does it yet again, his knuckles tapping against the wood that makes the same knocking sound.

Peeking out, Junghwan looks at Jungkook with a perplexed expression. “Jungkook, what’s up? Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Is noona with you?” He nods. “Yeah, of course. She’s washing her face right now, wanna come in?” Jungkook steps into the room, ambivalent with each movement because he’s never been invited into Junghwan’s room before. It’s almost exactly what his room looks like, except all the shades are dark, varying from grey to navy, with his bed, closet, and bathrooms in the same locations. 

“Hayoung, Jungkook is looking for you.”

“Kookie?” Coming out the bathroom with a robe on, her hair is drenched as she attempts to towel dry it, face pretty even without makeup. “What’s up, bub?”

“Uh, my girlfriend,” He starts, rubbing the back of his nape anxiously because he’s never said those words before, “She doesn’t have anything to wear tonight. I have some clothes, but I think she’d feel more comfortable if she at least has some pants.”

“Tell her to sleep in her underwear, what’s the problem?” Because she’s not really my girlfriend, is what he wants to say, but he takes a different approach. “We’re... still in the early stages. So, uh, you know. She’s shy.” She shakes her head with a smile upon her lips. “Okay. Give me a second. I have a bunch of clothes that I left when we used to live here.” With that, she disappears into the closet.

“I’m... proud of you, Jungkook.” Junghwan speaks up, protruding through the silence. Jungkook just stares in bewilderment, unsure what he even did to make Junghwan say those words he had dreamt to hear coming from his eldest brother. “Other than landing a girlfriend who is definitely way out of your league, you’re actually showing some progress living alone. I honestly didn’t really agree with the plan that Jongseok proposed but... I see it’s working well.”

“W-What do you mean?” Jungkook questions. He still can’t believe what he’s hearing.

Junghwan hums. “You were able to find a job yourself. I haven’t seen you coming back begging for money again, and you found someone who doesn’t have the facilities to give you the lifestyle that our parents gave us. You found love without money and I think it really makes a person humble.” He’s fiddling with the strings of his sweatpants now, comprehending that the two of them don’t really talk one-on-one. “I know I changed a lot when I met Hayoung.”

“Kookie, I think I have a couple options for you— whoa, why does it feel so sad here?” She remarks, stopping in the midst of her walk toward Jungkook. “You guys... alright?”

“Nothing,” Junghwan responds quickly. “I just wanted to tell Jungkook that I’m proud of him.” This does nothing but prompt Hayoung to roll her eyes, laying out a pair of shorts and a silky baby blue nightgown. “Junghwan is always proud of Kookie, just not always the decision he makes. Anyways,” She completely brushes off the topic that Jungkook wants to hear, but he’ll circle back to that later. He had a pretty girl waiting in his room who had the temper of the Hulk. “I have two options for you to give her. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll wear the night gown?”

Jungkook scoffs. “If I brought that to her, she’d probably wrap it around my neck and choke me within seconds. Keep the gown, I’m taking the shorts. I’ll let her wear one of my T-shirts.”

“Are you sure?” Hayoung sings and Jungkook tells her he’s almost confident that he’s going to die tonight if he so much reaches the door with that thing in his hands.

Jungkook chucks the shorts at your face while you’re laying on your back on his mattress. “Here you go, Mrs. Fieri. The girls wouldn’t lend me anything because well... I may have slept with them both and they were hopelessly in love with me. Hayoung noona gave me those shorts instead.” He’s babbling on about how rude the housemaids had been when he asked, but you’re canceling his voice out because the coolest chick you’ve ever met just lent you her shorts.

“... Are you even listening to me?”

“Huh?”

He snaps his fingers in front of your face but registers that it’s no use. You’re too busy trying to decipher how God decided to gift Hayoung the looks and the personality that you miss when Jungkook leaves the closet, throwing a plain white t-shirt at your direction. It’s huge compared to you, yet seems like it would fit him well. “Go shower. I’ll be in there after you.”

It’s awkward.

So goddamn awkward. 

Jungkook is wearing a black T-shirt of some band you can’t recognize because the majority of the print has been worn off paired with grey sweatpants that hug his ass so beautifully. Scratch that. You never thought that. They look soft. That’s what you meant.

While you’re currently occupied with attempting to avoid looking at Jungkook, he can’t stop staring at your exposed legs and notice how small and cute you are. Soft. It’s tempting him to want to wrap his arms around your frame and snuggle his nose into the crook of your neck while inhaling the scent of his body wash on your skin. He wants to blame it on the dry spell he’s having because all he does is work nowadays that once he gets home, he’s completely drained. Alcohol doesn’t even appear in his mind either. Or maybe he genuinely thinks you’re pretty and having you in his bed doesn’t make it any better.

Sitting on the farthest opposite ends of the bed, Jungkook clears his throat. “See? I told you that the bed is way too big for the two of us. Should be easy to steer clear from each other.”

Wrong. Incorrect. You should’ve known that Jungkook would be fallacious.

The sun gleams through the sheer white blinds of his prodigious windows, illuminating your faces on an unironically Sunday morning, emitting a groan from a stiff beside you. Your body feels heavier than usual, almost like something was pressing down on you. 

You panic. Were you having a stroke?

After forcing your eyes open from the dry boogers, you can’t believe the sight. Jungkook has his arms and legs tangled in the sheets with yours, nose brushing against your shoulder. He’s so cosy, the most he’s ever been, and the warmth from your body is like a different feeling of home for him. It’s comforting like a cup of hot chocolate during the harsh weather in the Winter or swaddling yourself in a blanket in front of the fireplace. Now knowing how it feels to be in your embrace, he’s not sure if he wants to let go.

“Jungkook, please get the fuck off me.” You bite. Cuddling was not what was discussed in the terms of agreement. Not that there was one but having a buff guy curled up beside you that wasn’t actually dating you was making your heart do cartwheels when it shouldn’t be. He doesn’t seem a bit rattled knowing that he’s snuggling up against you because he scoots even closer. “Five more minutes.” He mutters. His dreams of taking in the aroma of your natural scent mixed in with his shower gel were coming true.

You push him off with as much strength as your body could gather, yet you fail underneath those muscular arms. Those big, thick—

There’s one knock and someone just immediately flings the door open with a gasp. 

But then you see them. Jungsik and Jongseok. 

You don’t know why but you care about how Jungsik sees you, but you care. He’s the closest to your ideal type— as unrealistic as it is for him to ever have a relationship with you, especially since he has a fiancé now— yet at the same time, he knows you’re ‘dating’ Jungkook, and whether or not he believes it, you’re not sure, but your chances were already wearing thin as it is, even worse now that he’s witnessing you in the same bed as his youngest brother. You may have a teensy weensy little crush on your fake boyfriend’s brother.

“Cute,” He chuckles, already dressed in his daily attire; grey slacks that crop at the ankle and a navy dress shirt that doesn’t button up all the way, hugging tightly around his pecs that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. “Well, we’re sorry for intruding. Father wants us down for breakfast within an hour. Wake up your boyfriend for us, will you?”

“I’m not sorry,” Jongseok adds with a devilish grin before he quickly shuts the door and leaves promptly with Jungsik. Jungkook hasn’t even moved, not even twitching the slightest bit despite his brothers’ abrupt invasion.

You officially hate Jungkook even more... if that was even possible.

There's an abundance of choices for breakfast foods that sits on the length of the dining room table that you had gotten a glimpse of during your first visit to the Jeon estate, more food than you've ever seen in one place. They had waffles, pancakes, sausages, bacon, toast—all that’s expected of a typical American breakfast laid out like it’s a picture from the Food Network Magazine. He has servants, shuffling through in and out of the room, placing plates and utensils in specific detailed orders before they pull out the heavy upholstered wooden chairs for each and every member of the family in invitation. 

"Uh, it's okay, thank you, I got it—" The woman who has her hands gripped on the framing of the seat tightly as she clenches her jaw, has a glare shooting lasers in your direction. Maybe you'd just take the offer and sit instead. She might be one of Jungkook's late night affairs, you never know what she'd do to your food if you didn't comply.

Sticking out like a sore thumb, you settle yourself by your now claimed to-be-boyfriend who sits comfortably in his own seat since he's owned it for two decades now. You, however, it's your first day and you're not even sure how to feel. Hayoung seems to be doing the opposite; eyes shiny from excitement at the sight of all the options that are laid out in front of her. You can agree to her interest, the Belgium waffles that's stacked at the center of the table with a square of butter residing on top makes your mouth water.

"Thank you all for coming," Jungkook's father announces, the chair he's rested on makes him look so tiny at the head of the table. "I want to discuss some matters with all of you and also invite Jungkook's new love into the family. Honestly never thought this day would come where I'd see my most troublesome child make such advancements in a short span of time."

There's reticence along the table, Mrs. Jeon beside him, eyes searching the table for something in particular. "The proceedings with this engagement with Kim Nari, Jungsik. What did you expect would happen with that?"

And there it was. The conversation that had been put off last night due to guests being on the residence. It's because of two of the things that Mr. Jeon stood by when it came to his family and business: no bloodline, no business entrance had been challenged and the Interrogation had never been in place. 

"Father," Jungsik clears his throat, pressing his back against the cushion. "I'll have you know that I'm only thinking of the future of our company."

"Without talking to me about it?" He snaps, agitated. He doesn't even care that a complete stranger is sitting at the table with them. "What gives you the right to be the only person to know what's good or not for the company? Why not consult with Jonghyun and Junghwan? Why am I told that no one knew about this?"

"Well, I thought—"

"You thought wrong." He confirms, and the Belgium waffles don't seem as appealing anymore. His firmness makes your stomach queasy, despite not being his current victim. "Terminate your engagement. You don't love her anyways. I don't need any affiliation with a self-obsessed tech company."

"But father—"

"None of that." He shushes his son, laying a beige cloth napkin on his lap. "I'm tired of having to teach you how we run this business. I gave you a percentage of the company and I expect you to know what to do with it, which is not to share it with some airhead who doesn't even understand what her own father's company does." Jungsik's body stiffened at his father's lecture after he made a decision solely for what he believed was beneficial for the family business. "Anyways, let's eat." 

"Why do you favor Junghwan over the rest of us?" Jungsik spits, fist slamming against the table. The cups, silverware, and plates trembled underneath his strength, startling you. "I can't believe that I let you walk over us for so long. I can't believe that any of us has let you do it. In reality, none of us get your fortune, just Junghwan. What about the rest of your children? Do you have the only one? Or did mother have an affair for the remaining four?"

Yum, drama. You admit you were getting a little bored last night at the banquet, but his conversation was perking you up in interest. Jungkook oddly remains cool, turning to tap one of the housemaids to pour you some apple juice, patiently waiting for the go to eat. 

Jungsik is disparate in this light because he's not the compassionate and gentle soul you had assumed he was during your first encounters and what was seen on the internet. He’s fierce and competitive, in actuality, with this hidden duel behind doors against his eldest brother. The description written of him was all an image that was portrayed to the public and you start to see what Jungkook means now when he says "apparently" or "supposedly" whenever talking about his older brother.

And Jungkook... he's strangely distinctive as well when sitting amongst his siblings. He's quiet, actually, and attentive, but you take note that he mentions before how he often comes to these things under the influence, and that your presence was what halts him from doing so. 

"Just eat. We'll talk privately later." Mr. Jeon says through his gritted teeth, tips of his ears fading red from Jungsik talking back.

"I saw you eying that waffle earlier," Jungkook says in a hushed tone, leaning into you. "Want one? I'll grab it for you."

OK, maybe he wasn't that bad. He knows what you like and he’s getting it for you. You’ve waited long enough.

The Jeons are awfully good at pretending the argument between Mr. Jeon and Jungsik didn't occur. Everyone sits in lull, occasionally exchanging comments with whomever sits beside them but consuming their breakfast with glee. It wasn't something you were used to.

When you're back into Jungkook's room, you slip on a jacket that you brought the night before, zipping it up. "Is that... normal?"

"What's normal?"

"That whole thing with Jungsik and your dad. Do they fight often? And do you guys normally just... sit there and forget it even happens afterwards?"

He slides onto the bed one last time, inhaling deeply in the scent of lavender, wishing he could take this bed with him as he absentmindedly responds, "Mmm. Yeah."

What kind of family dynamic is this? "Yeah? And you just... watch?" 

"Well, what else are we supposed to do? Join in? Take sides? Hell no. It's a different sibling each meal and every time there’s always someone being jealous of someone else. We don’t really get along here and it’s just what we’re used to.”

Treading into Jungkook’s reality was starting to become comprehensible. Almost justifying the way he is, how he’s utterly clueless in basic situations and disconnected he was from the world. Because this is his world; his parents, four brothers, and house full of servants, and he knows nothing outside of it. Their home is completely off the grid, separated from people living regular lives, he even has his own tennis court (you learned from the view from his bedroom), and no one normal has their own private tennis court. His mother has been shielding him his entire life, letting him grow and become a shell of a man in an empty home.

Family isn’t family to him, is what you’ve come to terms with and something he hasn’t yet accepted because he hasn’t seen what a real family looks or feels like. His home isn’t a real home but brimming with employees who work for his family that probably see him more than the people who he called relatives.

It makes you pity him and want to show him what it’s like to be home.

[agendabymooner]

timezone || dr3 fic

daniel ricciardo x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

Summary: Her life wasn’t normally like this, but Lester was more than willing to pack her shit and take the next flight to see her boyfriend if it meant for them to find solace in each other. OR no amount of talking could compare to the love shown in silence. 

Content warning: Hurt/comfort, story was taken place after 2022 Abu Dhabi, they're really sad, mentions of Z*k Br*wn, mentions of isolation and lack of communication, awful grammar, but I've shed some tears, based on Måneskin's TIMEZONE. (I know little to zero things about Dan's houses, so I'm just putting random locations that can be convenient for his part- in this story, at least).

Note: Demon time!!! I wrote this yesterday and decided to cry a little while doing so. I have also read enough about what happened last year with... Z*k Brown and McLaren. I only put enough information into the storyline. I might also start making a masterlist but it'll be garbage. Anyway, have a good day lovies. Enjoy xx

Her life wasn’t normally like this. She lived for the energy that she could absorb from anyone. She’s known to be the only girl — a wild wild girl — of her band, she’s loud for a woman with a small figure. 

She wasn’t normally like this. Yet she packed her bags quietly, all alone as she purchased a ticket for the next flight to Australia. 

She didn’t care how much of a hole that ticket had burnt on her pocket. She paid double so she could be there for him as soon as possible. 

She didn’t question his credibility as a boyfriend, didn’t ask herself if he had done the same for her or if he’d ever do the same because her brain could only handle one thing as of this point: Dan. 

Their sour argument almost two weeks ago had taken a toll on her own sanity. Who would have thought that leaving a jacket on the couch would turn into an argument over their careers and their feelings? Definitely not them. 

Their squabbling was often annoying, but they weren’t petty enough to stop talking. Even if she found herself mad because he really was an asshole, at least she found herself telling him that. But it’s different this time.

And the lack of words from either led them to the absence of their messy behaviour at Twitter. Neither party posted anything about their other half, and everyone wondered what had happened. No one got an answer besides the two. 

She kept herself inside their flat in Milan and would come out whenever she needed to be at the studio to record their songs. 

She found herself in his Lacoste polo—the sky blue in particular. It was an old shirt; she had kept it because he once said she wore it better. She found her arms wrapped around herself while she attempted to sleep and tried to imagine that her knee socks covered legs were tangled with his. 

Her best friends had noticed how bad it was, but a simple request of “I need some space” was immediately fulfilled. They texted her daily and had gotten her involved in things but not to an extent where boundaries were crossed. 

Her mind didn’t settle for the next 17 and a half hours of flight. Why did Australia have to be that far? It wasn’t like she’s complaining, she just wondered if there’s any better solution than 17 hours. 

This wasn’t the first time she’ll be in Australia. The first time she went when their relationship began to bloom was her band’s spontaneous trip to the country. She could remember how excited he was when she told him about it.

It was a fresh relationship, but Dan already asked Lester to meet his family. It was a funny story to tell their kids. She was insistent on meeting them with him, seeing as he was in England for a meeting and his family lived in Australia. 

Her friends came along to meet the family just in case “she needed a backup,” only for their presence to become useless. Dan’s family took her in almost immediately as if she was meant to be the bride for him. His niece and nephew were lovely, dragging her along with them as they insisted on playing with “‘Auntie Lolo,” a nickname that remained familiar still to this day.

His sister and brother-in-law appreciated the raw energy that Lester brought to Dan’s life. He wasn’t as wild as she was, yet she managed to help him get to her level. 

His parents were ready to ask for a child, but she knew they refrained. She remembered being told they had been asking him about having a child or getting married. It wasn’t something to tell your future-in-law if you were meeting them for the first time. 

But still, the first time she went to Australia for what was meant to be a spontaneous trip ended on a good note. It was almost like she already had a home to stay in. 

The second time was when Dan finished his first year at McLaren. He wanted to celebrate Christmas with his family. But his celebration came with a surprise. 

They didn’t even realize they had taken the fast lane in their relationship until she ended up in his secluded mansion. 

He grinned at her flabbergasted expression as they entered the place. 

She took her dear time looking around, alright. She scanned each detail that her brain could handle.

She remembered the slight dust on the picture frame she held in her hand. It wasn’t the dust that did it— it was their first decent photo. According to him, her grin was so infectious that his lips even had their own. Her legs were obviously crossed by his hips, and his hands were inches below her butt while their foreheads rested against each other.

She didn’t realize how many pictures he had of her— or them together— until she found the collage of their cutesy, sweet, and even unnerving photos hanging on his office wall. 

Unlike the London flat they rented, this was something more comforting. She tried to make it homey and familiar in London with the beige velvet loveseat and the burnt orange throw blanket—their bulbs were smart lights that could be controlled to warm up the environment of the flat.

His house in Australia showed a different side of his life. She had always considered him someone who’d have sex by the windows of a top-floor penthouse. He’s the life of the party, for fucks sake. He always gave that vibe. 

But it turned out that there was a massive difference between Daniel, who lived in the city, and Daniel, who had a mansion on a rather rural side of Perth. It was as if she found a different side of her as well. One would like to avoid cameras and allegations regarding substance abuse and cheating. She dreamt of being a successful musician, but her fame didn't mean much for the future she wanted to have with him. She found herself wanting this kind of life—she sought domesticity. This wasn’t her home. Just yet.

Only then, when she turned around, she witnessed his knowing smile resting across his face. She didn’t even live there, but he made her his home. 

She must have dwelled on the past year so much that she had fallen asleep. She woke up when the plane moved with a thud, and the rolling of wheels became loud and annoying, indicating that they have landed on the airstrip. She was there. 

But she had another flight to go to. And a thirty-minute ride. 

Sure enough, four hours passed and she was buzzing herself in. She was glad she had written down the code for the gate. Otherwise she was fucked. She hadn’t been in this house as much considering that well… it’s not in Europe. 

It’s extremely dangerous if Danny didn’t hear his gate opening from the intercom, she thought to herself. What if I was a killer? 

She dragged her suitcase, her other hand shaking as she refrained from putting in the code for the front door. She breathed shakily. Her heart was beating fast, not knowing how to handle what would come. She wondered if she could just return to Italy and isolate herself again. She asked herself if her presence would have a purpose at all. 

But she knew the reason why she stood at the porch with her knuckle gripping on her suitcase like her life depended on it. She knew why she paid twice the price just so she could take the next flight to another continent. 

The termination of his contract with McLaren took a toll on him, and she knew why she had to be there for him. It wasn’t his fault that McLaren had a shitty chassis and engine that lowered his performance on the tracks. She had a lot of things to say about the matter, but it wasn’t as if she could simply do that. She could jeopardize her career, let alone his. But still, hearing the name Zak Brown made her want to rip her hair out and spew out the most colourful words possible. All she could do at this point was send out the comfort message and fly as soon as she could get her hands on a ticket.

Her anxiety feared that he didn’t mean what he said through his phone. That someone played a fucking prank on her. That he hadn’t needed her at all.

She stepped inside with a call, her hands immediately placed her worn out sneakers on the shoe rack and made her way to the bedroom upstairs, not even minding that her suitcase was still standing in the entryway. The melancholic atmosphere nearly cleared out as she made her way to the bedroom—one that Dan called “ours” on their first night there together. 

Despite it being done temporarily, the melancholic nature had been cleared up as she swung the door open, finding him breathing quietly as he slept with his back facing the entrance. 

She hadn’t even heard how he felt, yet she felt nothing but pain and sympathy. As if her body was his and his body was hers. She could feel his body and its scream for help. She could feel her own wanting to do the same, but instead she approached the side of her bed. 

It didn’t take long for him to feel the warmth that she brought with her, his eyes opening as he sat up. 

She hadn’t spoken, but her silence did the talking. The way she watched him as she handed him the glass of water from the nightstand, the way she ran her fingers through his unruly hair, the way she smiled ruefully while her thumbs wiped away the tears that nearly fell from his eyes. She spoke so much, but not with words.

She was frozen for a moment, not realizing that he, too, had wiped her tears away with a sob and chuckle. His large hands grabbed her head, and he kissed her on the temple. His arms swooped her and squeezed her tightly. His embrace was enough to leave her crying continuously. This time, Daniel couldn’t stop the tears from falling off. 

“I’m here,” she straddled his lap as she rested her head against his neck. She held both of his hands tightly, squeezing them lightly as she reassured him, “I’m always here, mio caro.” 

If she was ever asked about it, she’ll only blame it on the time zone difference. She’d say that she found solace in her boyfriend’s presence. 

If Daniel Ricciardo was asked, he’d say that it’ll get better for him. He needed her to be home, and with her perched up on his lap, he couldn’t ask for anything more than her legs tangled up with his as they slept, silencing the demons they knew they’d be able to fight the next day. 

Her life wasn’t normally like this. But even then, she trusted that she could get used to it if she spent the rest of her life with him. She wouldn’t mind even if the next few racing seasons would affect the difference between their time zones, as long as he’s there. Fighting alongside her.

[trashbag-baby666]

Oh, Baby!-Firehouse au

Summary: Curt and John are on call during the full moon…their calls are deemed to be more crazy, including them carrying out three different women in labor at once. (Loosely based on an episode of 9-1-1)

WC: 2, 245

C/W: birthing

MOTA Masterlist!

"I told you there is no way the full moon has anything to do with the kind of calls we get tonight." Benny grumbled bent down in front of the truck inspecting the skunk leftovers. 

"Speak for yourself DeMarco, but you're telling me it doesn't seem kinda crazy that we coincidentally hit two fuckin’ skunks on just this last call!" Curt was about the most superstitious one in the house. Although he just blamed it on his Irish heritage. He barely allowed them to make spaghetti, because that would always warrant a call, don't say it's quiet because then they'll get a hail storm of calls, he even went as far as carrying the same routine of laying in bed for 15 minutes then going to sleep. Because if he laid down and went to bed right away there most certainly would be a call.

"Counter argument, we were driving on a back road there was sure to be skunk. But maybe you wouldn't know the difference between a skunk and a raccoon, New York." 

"Shut your fuckin' yapper, Benny." Curt pulled on a pair of the rubber gloves pulling out an unfortunate piece of skunk out of the grill.

"You guys aren't making probie do this?" Ham walked over ,the smell considerably stinking up the house so he came to complain.

"No, I'm not gonna make Brady dig skunk out of the grill. Now you on the other hand...Your mamaw used to make you shoot squirrels for dinner. Why don't you come and dig out Mr Skunky?" Benny held the tail portion and began to chase the lenghty blonde with it. 

Curt took this as his opportunity to get out of there and not have to help him dig out skunk. 

Alas, another call and John could feel his sinuses swell the moment they walked into the yoga studio. The overwhelming scent of far too many incense tickled his nose causing him to sneeze.

"Bless you, cap." Dougie walked beside him carrying the backboard. Apparently some lady was stuck in a yoga position. 

"I'm Firefighter Captain John Egan, can you show us to where she is?" He held his hand out to shake the instructor's hand.

"Yeah, just this way, I will tell you that the yoga class is for women over 26 weeks pregnant and I tell them not to overexert themselves." She held open the curtain into the yoga studio revealing the woman stuck in what looked to be a nearly impossible looking pose. Her leg up into the air, her chest on the ground and her arms laid out behind her.

"The locust pose," Curt spoke with a bit of too much excitement in his voice. The two side eyed him at the random information drop, "What, Kenny drags me to yoga class with him?"

John shook his head and nudged Dougie, walking over to the lady. Alright can I have you guys step away from her, so we can get in there?" he got on his knees next to her.

"Uh, it hurts so bad," The lady whimpered and John couldn't even imagine bearing the pain that she was in right now. it's something he always thought about on calls, "Is the baby okay? Please tell me my baby's okay!"

"Okay, we're gonna check your baby right now, ma'am, I'm gonna touch your stomach." John put two fingers onto the woman's stomach feeling for abdomen trauma, "Okay, no abdominal trauma."

"Vitals seem normal, fetal heart beat is normal." Dougie held the stethoscope to her stomach for a moment listening. 

"Good, amazing."

"Is the baby fine?" the lady's voice panicked as she let out another groan of pain. 

"Your baby is fine," John assured her, getting down on his elbows to talk to her.

"He's not even mine, I'm a surrogate."

"Well you outta charge them for this," John sighed, they paid their surrogate for Flynn very kindly and he sure would want to compensate her if she had been in a situation like that. "Can you tell me where you're feeling any pain? is it localized? in your arms, back, legs?"

"Arms and legs but it's the worst in my butt and down my thigh and calf." 

"Look, I think you slipped a disc." John sat up back onto his knees, " we're gonna need to get her on her side, very carefully. Support her head, Dougie. We're coming towards you."

John instructed them as they began to move her onto her side a woman across the room let out a loud pained groan. She was on her knees rocking back and forth, her face scrunched up. This is what John really didn't want to do, deliver a baby tonight. 

"Alright I'm gonna take care of that, you take care of this." Since it was a full moon shift they were being spaced out and it was just the three of them. John took his gloves off and swapped them for a new pair walking over to the other woman. 

"I think I'm having contractions ." The woman's forehead was covered in beads of sweat and her teeth clenched. 

"Alright, how far along are you ma'am?" John knelt in front of her. 

"38 weeks. alright just keep breathing with your contractions, what's your name?" 

"Sarah."

"Okay, Curt, get some water for Sarah." John pointed to him and the instructor quickly fetched him a water bottle. It's times like these that John really would surprise everyone with how calm and collected he could be on a call. 

"Okay, I think this is Braxton Hicks, it's a type of soft labor. your contractions will go away once we get you hydrated and relaxed. Curt handed John the bottle of water and he unscrewed the cap and handed it to her, "Sip on this."

Pure terror ran through John's body as the terrifying sound of another woman's water breaking.

"Oh god," She looked panicked, her hands going to her stomach. 

"Curt," John cleared his throat.

"Yup I'm already on it, dispatch, requesting additional paramedics to 263 Casper and Main. Possible spinal disc herniation needs transport to hospital immediately." Curt spoke into his radio and helped the lady onto the floor. John rushing to his side, 

"Have you done this before, cap?" he raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little wide in panic.

"Uh, no but I've seen Kenny do it." 

"Okay, I'm gonna." Curt pulled out his phone and John nodded. 

"Okay, your contractions just started so I think we can get you to a hospital." John rested her hand on the lady's shoulder.

"No this is my fourth kid, it's coming." She growled at him, deservingly. 

"Okay, we need towels! I need towels." John began to look around as another woman brought over a stack of towels. "Curt, how we doin'?"

"Just got him on the line," he came back over to them. 

"Hey, Kenny, I hope you can help me out here." 

"Anytime, Bucky, alright how far are her contractions apart?"

"Cap, her contractions are three minutes apart. I don't think this is in soft labor..." Dougie spoke from across the room sitting with Sarah still. 

"Uhm, alright, well ma'am you're having this baby we won't be able to get you to the hospital. Transportation is too risky right now, but you're in good hands." He nodded to her, whipping over his shoulder as another woman's water broke. 

"Kenny we got a third, can you walk us through this. I've only watched you do it." John felt his stomach turning with his own anxiety about all the bodily fluids and umbilical cords. He shuddered metaphorically because he couldn't be scared in front of these women. 

"Ma'am I have a paramedic on the phone with me right now. His name is Ken Lemmons and he's gonna help us through this." 

"Okay, have her lay against someone with her knees bent in a squatting position.” Kenny instructed and John waved over the instructor to help. 

"They say when a full moon's between the eastern horizon and at its highest point it can induce labor." the instructor smiled, clasping her hands together.

"I told you the full moon brought out the crazy." Curt put his hands up in defense rushing over to the third woman and helping her lay down.

"We can discuss the moon later, Curt. Okay now what, Kenny?"

"If you're not in labor can we please have you exit the space and go into the lobby?" John asked, pointing towards the door, he grabbed his radio, "Dispatch, I have two possibly three women in labor. I need a couple of extra transports to the hospital. 

"Okay, Bucky, I'm gonna need you to have her push, alright?"

"Okay, and we're pushing take a deep breath in," 

"I've done this four times!" The woman snapped at John as she pushed clenched another woman's hand 

"Is the baby crowning, John?" 

"Yes, yes the baby's crowning." He supported the baby's head, "You're doing such a good job right now, ready one, two, three." she let another roaring yell as she pushed again. 

"Do you see the umbilical cord? Make sure it's not wrapped around the baby's neck."

"No, no everythings normal." John felt his stomach beginning to get queasy but he could not do this here. He tries to ignore all the fluids and blood, he thinks he might actually take five showers when they get back to the firehouse. 

"Can someone get you a towel?"

"Curt! I need a towel!" 

He came rushing over with one John snatching it straight out of his hands and putting it on the floor. 

"Okay, are you seeing shoulders?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Alright, one last big push."

"Ma’am, can you give me one last big push?" John was trying to catch his own breath. If the full moon was anything of good luck he needed it to not pass out. 

She let out an ear piercing, banshee-like scream. The baby fully being born, John catching her in the towel. God, newborns are so ugly... "Congrats, on your baby girl." 

"Curt, do you have the clamp and scissors?"

“Yep,” he turned to hand them to him but he just stared back at him. He was not going to be cutting the cord or else he was going to need an ambulance too. 

“Are you?” Curts eyes narrowed as his glare set in on him, “Why do I have to do it?” “Damnit, just.” in a moment of pure adrenalin he snatched the clamp from him, moving quickly and cut the umbilical cord. Nearly sending himself to the floor but he quickly swaddled the baby in the towel and handed her to the mom. 

“Cap, she’s sayin’ she didn’t feel this way with her last pregnancy!” Dougie called from across the room. John rushed over to see the petite lady.

“Ma’am how tall are you?”

“Four 11.”

“Did your doctor tell you about the size of your baby? Is he big?” “Yeah he’s big.”

“Alright, I think your baby's head is too big for your pelvis, we’re gonna get you to a hospital immediately for an emergency c-section.” Like on time the paramedics arrived and the three felt relieved. 

“Our names are Curtis, Dougie, and John if you wanna…name any of your babies after us.” Dougie removed his gloves picking up the bag.

The first thing John did after they got back to the firehouse, but the second thing was sitting down to call Gale. It was late and part of him felt guilty knowing if he called he would wake him up. But as soon as he was staring at Gale's contact a text came through from him. He hit the callsign with no hesitation bringing the phone to his ear. 

“Hey,” He smiled as soon as Gale picked up, not even giving him a chance to speak. “How’s your full moon shift going? Has curt convinced you you’re going to turn into a werewolf?” he could feel his smile through the phone, he could imagine Gale in his raspberry maroon silk robe. Leaning on the counter maybe? His phone in one hand while he mindlessly fidgeted with something else.

“No, no. But I think Curt might be onto something with the moon…” 

“Don’t count on it.” 

“You’re no fun, you won’t even let me read you your horoscope.” John smiled, running his hands through his hair sitting back in his office chair. 

“So, what’s got you convinced? What crazy thing happened tonight?” 

“Well, we got called to this prenatal yoga studio because this lady was stuck in this pose. But then three ladies ended up in labor, two gave birth.” 

“Oh, so our daughter's birth was too much for you?” Gale laughed at him, a snort coming from his nose.

“Okay, but I was on an adrenaline rush and I almost passed out after cutting the one lady’s cord.” 

“I’m proud of you, John, I haven’t ever delivered a baby before.”

“We had to call Kenny to tell us how to do it.” John snickered his cheesy smile pulling on his face and he realized he might look crazy if any of the guys saw him right now. “You should make him a pie for that, he always brings you pie anyways.” 

“I’ll get the girls to help me. But I just wanted to hear your voice, I miss you.”

“I’ll see ya in the morning Johnny, love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Oh and don’t let the Curt wolf bite!” 

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[kulturegroupie]

Michael Winner about Jimmy Page

Jimmy Page and Michael Winner at the Death Wish II premiere, 1982.

“They already had Isaac Hayes to do the music in Hollywood. There’s nothing wrong with Isaac Hayes, he’s very good, but I thought how dare they choose someone without consulting me? And he was doing it for nothing, I’m not sure why, and giving them a percentage of the record… But I’d lived next door to Jimmy for many years, I’d never seen him, never spoken to him. So I rang up the number, got onto Peter Grant, and actually Peter Grant was very clever because although Jimmy wasn’t paid anything, it was a very bad down period for him – the drummer [John Bonham] had died, and he was in a very inactive period. Jimmy was in a down period, bless him.

And he rang the doorbell, and I thought if the wind blows he’ll fall over. Ha ha! he might possibly have been on substances, shall we say, at that time…. He’s clean as a whistle now, he doesn’t even drink! He was running around the block the other day – he said “Don’t tell anyone I’m running, it will ruin my reputation.”

He saw the film, we spotted where the music was to go, and then he said to me “I’m going to my studio” – at the time he owned a studio in Cookham, it was later bought by Chris Rea. He said “I don’t want you anywhere near me, I’m going to do it all on my own.” Well, my editing staff said this is bloody dangerous! We’d normally expect to see a sample of music at least, and he’s never don a film! And I said, well, I trust him, that’s what we are going to do. I trusted him – just as I trusted Herbie Hancock for the first Death Wish, and Gato Barbieri for Fire Power. I’ve used a lot of these people who film companies don’t usually use.

Anyway, Jimmy then turned up with the score, and it was absolutely magical. Not only was it a great score but you know, filming is done to a 24th for a second, there are 24 frames of film go through every second… and everything hit the button totally! It was one of the most professional scores – well, I’ve never seen a more professional score in my life. On his own – we gave him the film, we gave him timings, and he did it all on his own. I personally edited the film and I laid the music on the film, and I’ll never forget, it was in my attic here in the house next to Jimmy’s – I put the two together, I put his start mark against our start mark, and I said “Fuck me! This is absolutely fucking incredible! Great music and its hits every fucking thing its meant to hit at the right time to the 24th of a second!” I was flabbergasted… he hit everything! You know, Herbie Hancock was adorable but he didn’t hit everything… Herbie was great, don’t get me wrong, but Jimmy was immaculate.

Then we made Death Wish III…. I cut up the music from Death Wish II and laid it against Death Wish III, and it fitted just as well. So I rang Jimmy one evening and said “Jimmy darling, do you want another film credit and you don’t have to do anything at all?” I recut the music, I used them differently, I chopped bits out the middle… I said “You come and see it Jimmy, it’s fucking perfect…” Jimmy said “I must give you new copies of the music from the original masters, I said ‘Well Jimmy I’ve got the masters, it’s perfectly alright…” he said No no. That’s how meticulous he is. “You want me to lay the whole thing again, lay every single cue by hand again?” I said “Jimmy, of course we will.” Hahaha! So he got two films for the price of one…

He was the ultimate professional, he was extremely gentle, extremely gentlemanly, I was asked to all his strange girlfriend’s parties – Charlotte, she’s now head of the church in Bray. He knows all the restaurants around here, recommends them to me now. He’s a great neighbour, a great person and a great expert on Victorian art – a serious expert on Victorian art. I went around all the painters and I didn’t realised then he’d been at art school. He’s got a fantastic collection of Victorian art, Byrne Jones tapestries and things.

Yeah, I once said to Jimmy “What’s all this about the occult and black magic?” Oh, he said, it’s all nonsense… well I’m sure it wasn’t nonsense, bless him, but he’d grown out of it by the time I’d met him. A lot of people had a period of lunacy, it didn’t matter – in his case particularly it didn’t matter, because that great talent was never affected by it.

I don’t think [Led Zeppelin] are going to reform. It’s well known that he has a kind of one off love affair with Robert Plant. One minute they love each other and the next they don’t… I think it’s 50/50 at best. Jimmy doesn’t need the money. What I admire about Jimmy is he is always working – I say “What are you doing Jimmy?”, “Well, it’s the 30th anniversary of something, I’m making a video, were redoing the film, re-relasing it…” He’s always doing something. I don’t know, I don’t want to get involved in asking impertinent questions because he’s a friend, you know? I’m quite happy to read about it in the papers.”

full interview: x

[mingyusfool]

Recital Day- Mingyu

It was a bright and early Sunday morning but one that you had been looking forward to for a little while now. Recital days were always exciting, and you’ve enjoyed them ever since growing up dancing in the studio, but now that you were an adult working for your own dance studio you got to experience them in a completely different way. It was your studio’s first recital since opening last fall and you couldn’t wait for your students to get up on the stage to perform and show everyone the progress they’ve made. You loved every single one of your students, regardless of their age and dance experience, and you loved teaching them and watching them grow. 

You got some help setting up the stage from the other dance teachers you worked with and soon enough, your students and their families started to arrive. You greeted each family with a smile, engaging in short conversations with the parents, thanking them for coming, and asking your dancers if they were ready to perform as well. You loved interacting with the kids, whether they were nervous and hiding behind their parents, or couldn’t wait to get up on the stage. Once the theater was mostly full, you scanned the audience to make sure all your students were there, but noticed a certain family missing. 

How could you have forgotten about your youngest dancer, little Amelia, and her ridiculously attractive father, Mingyu? Both of them had perfect attendance in your toddler class on Mondays and of course you had developed a little crush on Mingyu. Caregivers are instructed to join their children in this specific class for a special bonding time with their child, and you couldn’t help but notice how easily fatherhood came to Mingyu. He paid special attention to his daughter and loved her dearly, always encouraging her in class and doing all the dance moves right by her side. He was probably more engaged in your class than some of the toddlers. It was always just the two of them in your class since the time you knew them, never another parental figure. You were never one to ask about something like that, but you couldn’t help being a little nosy about their family situation. 

You decided to wait just a few more minutes for the two of them to get there; Mingyu and Amelia had never been late to your classes and you knew how excited he was for the past couple months about the recital. He would come in every week and go on talking about how he and Amelia practiced for the recital every day at home. 

I swear she knows the dance! He had told you after you practiced in class a few weeks ago. She jumps and twirls all around the house every day. She’s the biggest ball of energy, but you know how toddlers get.

Of course! Being in different settings like a dance studio can make people a little shy sometimes. You told them both. But it’s okay to be shy, right Amelia? The almost three-year-old took a step behind her father, burying her face in his pant leg. It’s okay Amelia! You’re doing a great job in my class, you know that right?

After a few minutes go by, you finally see the two of them burst through the door. Mingyu, jogging towards me and holding Amelia, practically trips over his own feet as he tries to put Amelia’s ballet slippers on. 

“I’m so sorry we’re late!” Mingyu exclaimed, still struggling with Amelia’s shoes. “I put the tights on backwards and then someone didn’t want to get her tutu on and I couldn’t find her ballet shoes or my keys and then of course we got stuck in traffic and-” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you told him, subconsciously bringing your hand up to rub his shoulder. “You made it here and that’s all that matters. We’re just about to start-” 

“Oh god, were you waiting for us?” he groaned. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hold up the whole recital!” 

“You didn’t hold it up at all!” One of the other dance teachers called the toddler class to the stage as Mingyu continued to fail at getting Amelia’s shoes on. “Here let me help with that.” You took the ballet slippers from Mingyu, which you couldn’t help but notice they practically looked microscopic in one of his hands. Then you kneeled down in front of him and slid both shoes easily on Amelia. 

“Thank you,” he said, sincerely, catching your eyes in a stare that was a little longer than it should have been.

“Of course,” you told him. “Now let’s get up there! We’ve got a recital to do!” 

He and Amelia joined the rest of the parents and dancers on the stage while you walked to the center of the stage to make a welcome announcement to the audience. After you were done, you took your place on the side of the stage so the dancers and parents could follow and copy your movements. Once the music started it was a bit chaotic, but what else would you expect with the toddler class? Some of the toddlers tried to do the movements while others did their own thing or ran around on the stage while their parents tried to get them back where they should be. Mingyu and Amelia stood to your left, Mingyu trying to let his daughter have the spotlight, squatting down and encouraging her to follow my movement, and Amelia just standing there staring out at the audience. 

“C’mon Amelia!” You heard him whisper. “We practiced this together, remember?”

She turned around, now staring at him and he stood up. 

“Remember? Point your toes,” he said on the beats of the music, tapping his foot to the front. “And point your toes. And tippy toes! Turn around Amelia!” 

He turned around on his tippy toes with his arms above his head while Amelia started giggling. You couldn’t help but giggle a little as well. Watching Mingyu twirl around on the stage while his daughter just watched him was nothing less than adorable. In fact, you could have sworn that most people in the audience were watching him instead of their own kids. 

The group dance was soon over and now it was time for each dancer to take center stage for their solo moment. They went up one by one with their parents, attempting a leap or twirl. Finally it was Amelia’s turn. 

“Last but not least, it’s your time to shine Amelia!” you whispered to her. 

“C’mon Amelia! Show Ms. y/n what we’ve been practicing!” Mingyu encouraged her. Amelia giggled at him again, but didn’t move. He sighed. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” 

Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to center stage, completing their solo together with a twirl, Amelia laughing all the while. The crowd erupted in applause after all the solos were complete and Mingyu and Amelia went back to their spot. 

“Great job you too!” you complimented them. 

“Thanks,” Mingyu replied with a grin. 

You smiled back and held his gaze for a little longer than you’d expected, awkwardly laughing and breaking it. 

After the recital, you found yourself in the lobby of the theater, taking pictures with all your students, telling them how amazing their dancing was, and talking to the families. You noticed Mingyu standing back a bit with Amelia in his arms, waiting for the best time to approach you. When all the other families were gone, they finally did. 

“Great recital today, Ms. y/n!” Mingyu greeted you. 

“Please, call me y/n! And you both did a wonderful job! I love how dedicated you are with Amelia. Not all parents are like you, you know,” you tell him. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate that!” Mingyu replied. “I used to dance when I was younger but I always wished I started earlier. I wanted to give Amelia that opportunity, though I’m not quite sure if it’s her calling or not.”

“I’m sure it is! Just give her time to get used to it. She’s only two years old after all!” you reminded him. 

“Right… I just want what’s best for her, you know? I try to be there 110% for her always. Being two parents in one is… well it’s hard, but I try my best.” 

“You’re doing an amazing job with her, trust me, it shows.” 

“Thanks,” he chuckles. 

You notice the other teachers start packing up all the recital decorations. 

“Well, I should probably help out-” 

“Wait Ms. y/n? Or just y/n… sorry….” 

“Yes?” 

“Well I was wondering, I know you’re super busy with the studio and I’m sure your schedule outside of that is crazy too… but maybe if you’re free some morning I could take you to coffee? Or brunch if you don’t like coffee? Or we don’t have to! I know this probably oversteps like every boundary- god what am I doing?-”

“Wait really? I was going to ask you but I thought it would be weird! I would love to get coffee with you sometime! And Amelia if you’d like,” you replied excitedly. 

“Well I was thinking Amelia could have a little playdate with her babysitter and just you and me could go? I would like to get to know you a little better and I would love all my attention to be focused on you.” 

“That sounds good too!” 

“Okay! How does Friday sound? At 10?” 

“That should work for me!” 

“Perfect! I’ll see you then?” Mingyu exclaimed, excitement in his eyes. 

“Yeah,” you giggle. 

“Okay! Um… I’ll see you!” he concluded awkwardly.

“I’ll see you then! Bye Amelia! Bye Mingyu!” 

You watched the overly ecstatic and adorable man carry his daughter out of the theater and once he thought you were out of sight, he spun her around in the air with joy with the biggest smiles on both of their faces. It was, indeed, a great recital.

Author's Note:

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! This is the most wholesome thing I've ever written based on something I actually witnessed at a dance recital. A dad was doing the dance with his toddler and while the toddler was just standing there watching his and it was adorable. I immediately thought that this is something Mingyu would do. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and hopefully I'll have more time in the future to write! :)

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

It’s here! It’s arrived! I bought an external disc drive earlier this year, and so far I have used it twice: for John Oliver’s stand-up DVD Terrifying Times, and Daniel Kitson’s Shenanigan show on CD. Further goings on about that behind the “keep reading” link (partitioning it only because it might get a bit long and will have pictures that will take up too much space on the screens of people who don’t care).

The Terrifying Times DVD got here because in late April, when I was working my way through the John Oliver era of The Bugle and trying not to think about the fact that those 218-ish hours of audio that had once seemed as good as infinite would at some point end, I decided I really wanted to find the only stand-up special John Oliver has ever made. I searched all over my usual options for this sort of thing, and then just started Googling, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I’d occasionally see an Amazon link, and would get excited for a second because I was more than willing to pay a little money for it, if Amazon had an option to pay to download it – but then I’d click the link and see it was just the physical DVD for sale.

Somehow, it took quite a while of this before it occurred to me that technically, even though it’s 2022, there’s no reason why I can’t order that DVD that was released in 2008. And I even have that external disc drive. So I ordered it, and somehow, I was still surprised when it actually arrived, and was exactly as advertised. I just hadn’t expected that to actually work, because it’s 2022. But it arrived, and it felt like a time machine to 2008. It was like finding a bit of 2008 that should have been scrubbed from the world years ago, but they’d forgotten to remove it and I’d been mistakenly allowed to just order it on the internet. Look, I took some pictures the day I got it:

 And a little brochure inside the cover to advertise other things that would be of interest to anyone purchasing this:

Fucking excellent, I loved going through that before I even put the disc in the drive. And once I did, of course, there were even more exciting things. Special features, like a video of a weird 9-minute conversation between John Oliver and Andy Zaltzman, sitting across a table in some sort of recording studio, talking awkwardly about how British people are incapable of sincerity because the last time they were sincere about anything they went to war with France. The stand-up show itself was very entertaining, but the whole experience ended up being more than that, and it was entirely worth the six dollars I paid for it and the little piece of my soul that I give away any time I buy shit off Amazon.

The second time I’ve used the external disc drive is today. Last year, Daniel Kitson recorded a story show called Shenanigan, just into a microphone in his house, I’m pretty sure. Then he put it onto vinyl, CDs, and cassette tapes, and sold it on his website, because that’s the sort of thing he does. Daniel Kitson and John Oliver are two men who started their careers together and hold many similarities in the worldviews that define the work they’ve done in their diverged directions, but there are some significant differences, one being that you can’t buy Daniel Kitson’s things on Amazon. By “sold it on website”, I mean he accepted orders up to the maximum number that he could personally handle, because then personally packaged them and sent them out. Becuase that’s the sort of thing he does.

Obviously they sold out quickly, and this was all over by the time I got into Daniel Kitson’s stuff earlier this year. I was disappointed to have missed the opportunity by only a few months, but pleased when he put them back for sale this year. Again, obviously, only as a limited physical release. Because we have to be able to appreciate the fleeting beauty in scarcity and the inherent romance of a piece of media that exists in this form that can’t be easily compressed and co-opted and commodified like most media these days. The idea that something is there for a window and then disappears, the way media used to be, when its limitations made it special, before eternal open access to everything rendered it all less meaningful.

That was his idea behind it, I think, and my reaction was to do what I generally do in the face of Daniel Kitson’s attitude toward that sort of thing, which is to say: “Yes I’m all for the romantic notion of the best experiences being fleeting beauty that takes work and care to uncover, but I live in Canada and did not get into this sort of thing until the last couple of years because I was previously too busy trying to shape the next generation through sporting events, give me a fucking chance.” I also feel nostalgic sometimes for things like my old CD collection, but also, my day-to-day life is much much easier now that I can immediately play any of my 11,000+ songs on iTunes instead of messing around with discs every time I want to hear a different album. And Daniel Kitson can’t judge me for that, because he’s mentioned on his radio show that he uses Spotify, which is way worse. I think owning digital media is way easier and a better way to preserve it than owning physical media, but both options are far superior to just renting your media from a large company that will take away your access to it if you don’t pay them every month.

Having said that, a little of my opposition to Kitson’s insistence on not just making it easy by letting us pay for a download link (which, to be fair, he has done with other shows on Bandcamp, and actually that makes all my complaining about this, it’s my own fault that I decided all those Bandcamp and Vimeo shows weren’t enough) dissipated this morning, when the actual CD arrived. It is, honestly, fucking cool to hold it in my hands and feel like actual effort has gone in, on both ends of the transaction (transferring it to CD, packaging, mailing across an ocean on his part; and on my part I guess just waiting six weeks, but that seems like a lot of effort in this age where media is digital and instant, also it cost a fair bit with trans-Atlantic shipping but I didn’t actually pay that cost since I sent the link to my parents the day it went on sale and told them this is what I want for Christmas), to get this into my hands. It was cool to have something physical to open. There’s a sticker on the box that says “I designed some stickers because it seemed like a bit of fun, but sticking them on is actually just a bit more admin.” I tried to carefully peel that off because obviously I’m going to keep that, probably put it on my bookshelf with my Taskmaster sticker, and while I was doing that, I had a moment of realizing Daniel Kitson had personally stuck it on there in London England and now that same thing is here in my hands and that is, in fact, fucking cool. Cooler than an mp3 bought off Bandcamp can ever be.

In the package is a lovely double album cover, the outside and the inside carefully designed; looking at it gives me a real sense of what Daniel Kitson means when he says things are worth more if they’re not really easy to just grab off the internet. When I’m not reading about his stuff that used to be out there but I missed the window, and instead I managed to get on board while it was open and now I get this as a reward, it’s fucking cool. Look how nice it is:

Having said that, I’m going to do with this CD exactly what I did with John Oliver’s DVD, which is marvel at the cool designs on the physical cover and even the physical discs, and then put them into my disc drive, plug the drive into my computer, and convert them into digital files that I can save to my hard drive. I’ll respect the spirit of artist’s choice to stick to physical media, which is to not create something that can be passed around easily (by “the artist” in this instance I mean Daniel Kitson... I feel less compelled to worry about that with a 2008 DVD I bought off Amazon) - I won’t share it anywhere. I just want to have it for myself.

See, romanticized fleeting beauty aside, it’s a hell of a lot easier to have a file I can play through my preferred video/audio software on a computer, than to have to get out the external disc drive every time I want to hear it. And on a practical level, files on a hard drive are way easier to organize and use than our old stacks of CDs and DVDs. It’s also nice to have media in a form that can be backed up, because shortly after the CD arrived my mother’s cat knocked over a water bottle perilously closet to it, and I freaked right out from the thought that my only copy was almost ruined. It’s a cool feeling, to have one physical thing be so significant that I need to protect it, but also, going through life with everything being that way would be tiring. I'd rather have to protect one laptop and a few external hard drives than have hundreds of CDs and know I lose part of my media if any of them get damaged.

Anyway, the actual point of this post is to say: look how pretty that album cover is! And also to say: It’s here! It’s arrived! Didn’t quite get here by Christmas, but close enough! I’m so excited to finally have it!

[pbandjesse]

I am sitting here listening to our neighbor Nick tell James about how he got car jacked the other night. He's still really scared obviously and is recovering. It's so scary. It shouldn't have happened. There were people around! Nick is such a sweet guy. I'm glad he's able to talk about it with James. I am in the other room. I don't want to interrupt.

I think emotionally I'm a little fragile today too. But for different reasons. Obviously. I was not robbed at gunpoint. But it was a weird day.

I slept really well all things considered. The wind was really strong last night.

I paused writing this because I was invited into the living room. So I got to hear the rest of the story and then just enjoyed talking to Nick. He's a sweet guy. And good news he got his car and laptop and clothes back! The police found them! That's amazing. I'm glad he is more whole and is healing emotionally. He said that night he felt invincible but the next day he became terrified. Understandable!!

Back to my day though. I woke up at 5 when James did and went to use the bathroom before falling back asleep until 8. I stayed in bed for a bit. Before I got up to get ready for my workshop.

I got dressed. Had to change and put another tank top on because I was chilly. But I felt cute and good.

I was going to walk to the armory but it was really windy out. I chose to walk. So I had a little time to make a bagel and eat before I headed out.

I would grab my art tote bag, it's a leather tote that is comically large and I use for all my workshops because it is almost a Mary Poppins bag, it holds so much. And drove over there. It, of course, did not take very long so I beat Jessica by a bit.

I parked and checked in with security. Waited in the lobby under she got there. We went to find scissors and pencils and then headed upstairs.

We got everything set up. The other women with the youth program came. And we waited. And waited. And then we checked in with the family's that showed up. And no one was coming. 4 of the girls were sisters and are sick, and the other two's dad is deploying next week so they wanted to spend it with him. Understandable. But I was sad a little. Like it almost felt like. Why no one like me enough to come. But I know that's not real.

The other ladies we nice to talk to though. We talked about homes and the housing market. And travel. And roommates. Lots of laughs. I worked on an example piece and invited them to make one to buy crafts aren't their thing. That's alright. They said I would still get paid for the day. So that's nice. But we are talking about possibly having a makeup day. We'll see I suppose.

We cleaned up around 11. And I drove home. I had talked to Callie about getting together at 1230 so I had some time to waste. That's all good.

I got back here and was proud of parallel parking. And brought my materials inside. And decided I would start working on my closet tidying.

I took everything out and started sorting my tiny suitcases. Got rid of some stuff. Decided to move all shirts into my one wooden box and all my bottoms and dresses into my green storage trunk. I was really happy with the refresh. I still need to deal with the studio closet. Because that's always a crap catcher. But it's not as bad as it has been before. Mostly it just has all our couch cushions. No where better to put them right now. I have some ideas but that's a tomorrow problem.

I left here at noon. And headed to have lunch with Callie. I wanted to stop at joann's to grab a small embroidery hoop. And so I let her know I would be there after that.

But then we both got stuck in traffic. And when I finally got to joann's the line was very long and I had trouble finding the hoop size I needed. I did find one and then the line didn't move for 10 minutes. Someone was buying a ton of patterns and it was just really slow going. But once they were done the line went fast and I headed to five guys.

Callie beat me by a couple minutes. But it was all good. It was so nice to see her.

We had our little lunch and take about life and camp and her school and my workshops. And it was just really fun. She is always great to talk to and spend time with.

She asked if we could go walk around the savers. She was looking for frames. And it was a good test for me, with the no buy stuff. I know I got the embroidery hoop but that was for a specific thing and I had a gift card so it is okay. I really did just enjoy looking around and laughing at stuff with her. It was good practice to not just buy anything that I thought was cute.

We said goodbye in the parking lot. And then she had to pull me out of the way when a car didn't look and almost backed into me??? Why are drivers so bad!!!! She apologized for grabbing me but that was okay!! She saved me!

We said goodbye for real. And I decided to go look around the goodwill down the street before I went home. I didn't see as many cute things but I had fun still.

I got home quick. No traffic at all. And when I got home I played with Sweetp for a bit before I got back I to my clothes folding.

I put everything away. Including into my drawers under the bed that aren't easy to get to. Everything needs to be folded better but it's fine. I ran out of steam for that. But the closet is done and I'm very happy.

I rested in bed for a bit. And waited for James to come home. They had to stop a few places. Got their piercings checked and their bike looked at. The bike shop was able to replace their pedals. So that was nice. And they got home safely.

We chilled in bed together. And eventually I started working on my embroidery project. Technically the count down to my birthday starts tomorrow but because I'm working and then we're going to Philly so just in case I wanted to get that started tonight. I am doing 32 days of embroidery on my coat. And I'm excited to see how it comes together!!

We had pizza in bed. Which hoenslty I didn't love. Eating today was a little to carby. But it's fine.

And then Nick came over. And it was nice hanging out for a bit. He was very sweet with Sweetp. And that was cute. But he has left now. And me and James are getting ready for bed.

Tomorrow we have a cannery group! Strange for the weekend! But it'll be good. And then me and James are supposed to go to Philly to see some friends. A quick turn around. I hope it's fun.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourselves. And take care of each other. Goodnight my friends!!

[locum-studios]

Locum Studios: The Rocky Road

Summary: Sebastian has started college, but is still in dire need of money. He reluctantly agrees to make a second porno for Locum Studios, thinking that it can't be worse than the last one.

However, it turns out that his new partner for this film is a completely different experience, and might leave Sebastian wishing he had made different choices.

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Chapter 2: The second filming

Sebastian entered the house and dropped his backpack on the floor. He looked around and suddenly got a strong sense of déja vu from when he used to come home from high school and dump his homework in whatever corner that was within throwing distance. The set looked just like a real house and Sebastian felt like he had actually entered a lower middle class home, eerily similar to the one he grew up in. Minus the camera crew, the sound mixer and the director to his far right. Everyone was watching his every movement. He could feel their gazes on his body like mites crawling over his skin, and he wasn’t even allowed to swat them away. He hated knowing that he was constantly being watched. He hated knowing that half a dozen people were looking at his soon to be naked body, expecting it to be used by another man for pleasure. He felt like a dog, expected to breed before its master.

Sebastian took a deep, calming breath and turned his eyes far away from his audience and focused on the kitchen instead. There were two large tool boxes on the floor, both closed and ready to be used. Rocky, in his gray worker’s outfit, was sitting by the kitchen table. Still smoking a cigarette, and still checking his phone. Sebastian wasn’t even sure if he had heard the clapperboard. There was nothing about him that hinted that he was in character or acting.

Sebastian hung up his coat on the rack and walked over to him. “Um, hi,” he greeted. “Are you the contractor dad hired?”

Instead of answering, Rocky took a deep breath of his cigarette before putting it out in a small fancy vase on the table with a fake flower. Sebastian sighed internally at the absence of verbal response. If this was what Paul meant when he said that Rocky “doesn’t follow scripts”, then this was gonna be a very one-sided job.

“It’s just that my dad said that he couldn’t afford to hire one until his next paycheck,” Sebastian continued, ignoring the lack of cue. “Have you talked to him? He’ll be back on Monday, so maybe you can come back then? It’s just me here all weekend so–”

Rocky suddenly got up from the chair, making Sebastian take a step back. The bigger man eyed the boy. Similar to the way Rocky had looked at Sebastian the first time he saw him. But this felt different. And not in a good way.

After almost a minute of silence, Sebastian started fearing that Rocky was waiting for him to say a line. But before Sebastian could even begin to remember what it was, Rocky grabbed Sebastian’s chin and pulled it up. Forcing Sebastian to look him straight in his eyes. The rough hand was squeezing Sebastian’s throat a little too tight, making him gasp slightly from the treatment. 

“A-O-Ow…“ Sebastian whined as Rocky turned his victim’s head to the right and the left. Examining him.

Sebastian wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but then Rocky suddenly let him go. Sebastian coughed a little and then felt how the larger man hooked a finger suggestively in the collar of his shirt. Pulling it down, slowly and decisively until the elastic fabric stopped. Right before revealing Sebastian’s nipple. Sebastian looked down at the demanding hand and then up at Rocky’s piercing eyes, feeling much smaller than he had a second ago.

“Take it off,” Rocky commanded and released the collar while turning his gaze to Sebastian’s pants. “All of it. Let me have a look at you.”

“W-Why…?” Sebastian stammered. 

Rocky answered with a grin. “So that I can see if your dad’s payment will suffice.”

“He… He hasn't paid you yet?” Sebastian asked and took another step back.

“He just did,” Rocky answered, letting his tattooed hand snake around Sebastian’s waist, pulling him so close that their groins pressed against each other. The warmth of Rocky’s crotch sent shivers down Sebastian’s spine. He instinctively pulled back, but the cobra arm kept him in place with nowhere to escape. Forcing him into a lustful embrace.

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[alex51324]

Ayup.  And the reason for this is the same reason that your local library’s ebook collection may seem a bit disappointing or frustrating.  It all comes down to an aspect of US copyright law called First Sale Doctrine.  

When you buy a physical copy of an information object--a printed book, a VHS tape, a vinyl record--your purchase includes the right to sell, lend, rent out, or otherwise share that particular copy.  You emphatically do not have the right to produce and share additional copies, and in the case of recordings, there are  limitations on your right to play that recording for an audience*, but that individual copy can pass through any number of hands without further need to consult--or pay--the copyright owner.   Just like how if you buy a car, or a table, or a screwdriver, you can sell, lend, or rent it to another person without involving the manufacturer, or the store you bought it from, in any way.  

(*A few friends in your living room, generally OK, selling tickets to show it in an auditorium, definitely not OK, and for most of the territory in between, you’d be best off asking a copyright lawyer.)

When this was first established, in 1854, publishers were furious.  It meant that lending libraries--which exploded in popularity in the 1800′s, and frequently became accessible to working-class and even poor people--could buy one copy of a book, and different people could keep reading it until it physically fell apart.  Newspaper and magazines, too!  

Over the next century or so, print publishers got used to it.  When phonograph records came along, and people started lending and reselling them, the owners of those rights were also furious--and also got used to it (although IRRC, they were the ones who got some of the restrictions on display/public performance added).  When magnetic audio tape came along, and the average person could easily buy and use the equipment necessary to make copies of sound recordings, the owners of those rights were furious--and got the “no duplicating” part of the doctrine emphasized--but got used to it.  

Then video tape came along, and--yep, you guessed it.  The “duplicating” and “displaying” sections got beefed up further, but the reselling, lending, and renting provisions of First Sale remained intact, and the movie studios got used to it.   Same with optical disks, and various forms of video game cartridges.  

Digital information technology, on the other hand, broke the cycle.  While it made piracy much easier and more widespread, it also provided an opportunity to do what content owners had wanted to do with every previous information technology upgrade, and put a meter on legitimate sharing.   

A library can buy a physical copy of a book anywhere, and for the same price, that an individual person would buy it.  There are specialized outlets that work with libraries, and offer various perks and extra services to appeal to that market, but at my previous job, we  bought 95% of our print books from Amazon.  We did our processing in-house, and our annual book-buying budget wasn’t enough to get us into a discount tier that would net us better prices than Amazon offers to the general public, so we just went with that.  

It’s free the regular retail price and the cops copyright lawyers employed by the publisher can’t stop you.  They have tried.  

And Blockbuster, and the original, DVD-based version of Netflix, operated under pretty much the same principle.  (Netflix did end up doing some sort of deal with the major studios where they paid a bit extra for special Netflix-only copies of their movies, and in return the studios refrained from taking another whack at abolishing First Sale doctrine, but Netflix had the upper hand in that negotiation.)  The movie studios never liked it much, but they were backed into a corner on it.  

But when you pay for a digital copy of a book, movie, song, or whatever, you’re actually licensing it, not buying it, and therefore First Sale Doctrine never kicks in.  Some platforms allow a certain amount of peer-to-peer sharing as a way of disincentivizing piracy--like how you can lend Kindle books to 1 other person at a time--but if you want to do it on a large scale, like a library does, or like video rental places used to do with tapes and DVDs, you have to acquire a license that lets you do that.  And the owner of the content can charge as much as they want for that--or choose not to issue that type of license at all, or issue such a license exclusively to one party; whatever they decide is to their best advantage.  

And that’s why streaming platforms are rapidly turning into silos, and why the big entertainment conglomerates would just as soon get out of the business of encoding their wares into physical products that you can buy.  

i will never be against piracy ever but i also need physical media to remain

[briamichellewrites]

17

2000. It had been months since Bria was diagnosed with cancer. She lost her hair and the mobility in her legs. As such, she and Brad visited a store that sold medical equipment to inquire about buying a wheelchair. She had insurance to cover part of it, though she paid for all of it. The wheelchair came with a side bag for her phone, wallet, earplugs, and hand sanitizer. It also had a very convenient cup holder and a bag for her blanket and other essentials for the hospital.

She could easily wheel herself around or have someone push her if her arms were too tired. The armrests folded over, making it easy to help her in and out. Since losing mobility in her legs, she needed help using the toilet, getting dressed, and bathing. Brad was going to go out on tour with the band to promote their first album, Hybrid Theory. Bria was so proud and excited for them!

They worked their asses off for years to realize their dreams! They appreciated the support she gave them. As such, they invited her into the studio to hear it before it came out in stores. It had been a while since they had seen her due to her being in and out of the hospital for chemotherapy. They were warned that she had lost her hair and would look different from what they were used to. It may be difficult for them. It was. She looked nothing like the girl they remembered.

They hugged her and put on a smile for her anyway. She still had the same spark in her eyes and excitable energy. Hybrid Theory. When it was over, they asked for her honest opinion. She thought it was the coolest fucking thing ever! They laughed and then thanked her. While there, Chester asked about her cats. They laughed.

“You know how to get me started. They are in their teenage years, so they love doing something and then looking at you to get your reaction. For example, Garfield loves pushing whatever he can get his paws on off flat surfaces. He’ll look at you like ‘what are you going to do about it?’”

They laughed.

“Is Tiny still tiny?”

“No, she’s about the same size as Garfield. They love playing together and wrestling on the floor or swiping each other with their paws. One of them will be minding their business when they get hit in the face. It’s like having a cat fight club.”

They laughed as Brad confirmed that. They were certainly amusing. Joe thought her wheelchair looked cool. Was it comfortable? Yes, it was very comfortable! It made getting around a lot easier, though she had to stay downstairs in the living room because she couldn’t go upstairs. It also wasn’t safe for her to be carried up and down stairs. They were talking about moving to a new house that was one story to make it easier for them.

It also had to be tall enough so Brad didn’t hit his head walking around. Poor, poor Brad. Rob joked that he felt his pain. Could they have an elevator built or a ramp? They hadn’t thought about that. He would ask his father if that was possible. It would probably be cheaper and easier than buying another house and moving, especially since she had a weak immune system.

After visiting with the band, they drove home. His parents and brothers were coming over for dinner. Tiny and Garfield would be in and out, as cats were known to do. They had everything ready and waiting in the refrigerator. All he had to do was heat it. He used her lap to hold stuff for him. It was the first time she would be meeting his younger brothers. When they arrived, she was introduced to Greg and Jeff. They both hugged her after having washed their hands.

Donn and Joyce were also very happy to see her. It was one of her good days when she had a lot of energy. She mentioned to Donn about building a ramp to help her get up and down stairs. They went over to examine the stairs. Oh, yeah. That would be easy to do. It would take about a day or two to build and install. She was relieved to hear that.

Greg asked how she got up the stairs with her wheelchair. She didn’t because it wasn’t safe. They had a downstairs bathroom with a bathtub that she used. They went over there to investigate. Yeah, it was small but it was better than nothing. All of her clothes and stuff were upstairs. That was the problem. Who bought the house? She and her ex-boyfriend did. The house was in her name, so she could do whatever she wanted with it.

During dinner, she excused herself to use the bathroom. Joyce also got up to help her. She wheeled her in and then put the armrests down. Bria carefully pulled herself onto the toilet before pulling everything down. After finishing her business, she helped her back into her chair before pulling the armrests back up. It took a lot of upper body strength.

She leaned slightly forward to catch her breath. Joyce rubbed her back. It took a few minutes before her breathing went back to normal.

“How are you doing?”

“Better”, she nodded.

“Does that hurt your lungs?”

“No, I just lose air. It’s the feeling you get after walking up a big hill.”

“Take as long as you need. We’re not in any rush.”

“Thank you.”

When she was ready, she washed her hands in the sink before going back to everyone. Joyce also washed her hands. They made sure she was okay. Yes, she was. Secretly, Brad announced his decision to propose to Bria while they were away from the table. Donn thought that was excellent news! Greg and Jeff just met her but they liked her already! He was just looking for a good time to look at rings. Donn may be able to help with that.

The food was delicious! Donn jokingly asked her if she cooked anything. No, she just helped. They laughed. Did she cook? She knew how to make basic dishes but nothing too extreme. Vegan? Unfortunately, yes. They laughed. Brad jokingly called her a murderer.

Tasty, tasty murder. They laughed again. To help with her treatments, she had a diet that she followed. It had a lot of fruits, vegetables, beans, nuts, seeds, and meats such as poultry and fish. It helped with her nausea. Brad brought up her collection of wigs that she had. One of them was made from her real hair. She also had a neon green wig and a black punk wig. Those were used when she needed something to cheer her up. What was the black wig? It was a curly Afro…

“Mohawk”, he finished for her.

“Yeah. I forgot what it was called.”

That would look great on her! After dinner, they went out to her living room. Tiny and Garfield came out after finishing dinner. While they chatted, Brad noticed she was having trouble with remembering certain words. Joyce and Donn also noticed it. She would ask her oncologist about it at the next appointment. They hoped it wasn’t a sign that it had metastasized to her brain. They continued acting like everything was normal, though they were anxious.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Broadcasts Vol. 7 1999 Acoustic / Singer-Songwriter / Folk / Country-Folk / Country / Americana

This is one of those compilations that radio stations used to *love* to put out into their local markets. They'd be chock full of live on-air performances that'd been captured from the studios of their very own broadcasts. And oftentimes, the music on them would be acoustic too, riding that wave of soft and heartfelt intimacy that helped to spawn alternative versions of artists' songs aplenty, thanks to the advent of MTV Unplugged and a revivalism of the Bohemian coffeehouse folk vibe that had originally taken root in the 50s and 60s.

So stations would invite acts to come by to usually promote their newest work, and part of that promotion would involve the acts playing a short set of songs live on the air. And what makes this phenomenon especially cool is how both ephemeral and localized it all was. No two live performances can ever be exactly the same, and the CDs and cassettes that these performances would eventually exclusively appear on were only made available within a station's own market. So, these tons of releases could only really be found in the local record shops that were within these stations' respective regions and pretty much nowhere else.

So, all of this is to say, for a weird compilation collector such as myself, this whole era of recorded live acoustic performances from radio stations all across the country really makes for a vital and pretty untapped goldmine of great music.

And there was this radio station in particular, in Austin, Texas, that unfortunately no longer exists called 107.1 KGSR that evidently killed it with their local radio comps. They put out 27 whole volumes of this stuff between 1993 and 2019, and this seventh installment from their Broadcasts series provides for an excellent and mostly acoustic late 90s double-disc blend of a lot of adjacent genres and styles, such as folk, singer-songwriter, country, blues, rock & roll, roots, and the catch-all term that more or less encompasses the confluence of this whole vibe: Americana.

So, on here you'll find national stalwarts, local legends from Austin's very vibrant and insular scene, and impressive flashes in the pan, all performing versions of songs from their catalogues in different manners from how they sounded on their respective studio album recordings; in other words, excellently rare gems.

But here's what sucks about this whole fascinating niche: you can't find most of this stuff on YouTube. Because of how local all of these releases were, the odds that someone would take the time to upload their KGSR CDs to YouTube aren't very high. I mean, not very many people probably bought these CDs in the first place, and most of the people who did buy them have probably lost track of them by now and haven't thought about them in years, especially the older volumes. Had these CDs been made available on a national scale, someone probably would've had them all uploaded already, but all I have for you are literally a few recordings, posted by people who probably got them from a file-sharing client a long time ago, and aren't aware of their actual provenance.

But the few recordings I was able to find on YouTube are quite good anyway. The prolific Iowan, Greg Brown, who first made his name through various appearances on the popular and nationally syndicated Prairie Home Companion radio program, kicks us off with a soft piece of acoustic folk in "China," originally from his 13th studio album, 1996's Further In; then we're treated to a real rarity, as Neil Finn, from both Oceanian acts Split Enz and Crowded House, joins the great Shawn Colvin on her "What I Get Paid For," a song that Finn co-wrote with her, but did not actually appear on the US release of her 1996 album, A Few Small Repairs; and then on the second disc, we get the ever-underrated New England country-folk singer-songwriter Patty Griffin, who delivers an incredible version of "Change," off of her critically acclaimed sophomore album, 1998's Flaming Red, whose biggest commercial achievement was only peaking at #12 on Billboard's US Heatseekers chart, and failing to reach the coveted 200 chart 😔. Thank god someone uploaded this one though, because it just might be my favorite joint across this 39-song pair of discs.

So, this is a really terrific set of beautiful and hard-to-find live radio performances from the studios of the now-defunct Austin, Texas radio station 107.1 KGSR. Wish I could post more links to all of this fantastic and mostly acoustic Americana from the late 90s, but the few goodies that I actually was able to find are really excellent anyway.

Feel free to message me if you're really interested in hearing all of this gold, though!

Highlights:

CD1:

Greg Brown - "China" John Hammond - "Drop Down Mama" Sinéad Lohan - "No Mermaid" Neil Finn & Shawn Colvin - "What I Get Paid For" Ian Moore - "Paris, Texas" Bad Livers - "Honey, I've Found a Brand New Way / It's All the Same to Me" Jimmy LaFave - "Burden to Bear" Joan Baez - "If I Wrote You" Robert Earl Keen - "Feelin' Good Again" Kim Richey - "Can't Lose Them All"

CD2:

Beth Orton - "She Cries Your Name" Patty Griffin - "Change" Corey Harris - "Blues Come to Texas" Terri Hendrix - "Gravity" Ray Wylie Hubbard - "Conversation With the Devil" The Damnations TX - "Unholy Train"

More late 90s acoustic radio comps:

'97 Star Lounge Collection (Star 98.7, Los Angeles) Zone Sessions, Volume 1 (Zone 105, Minneapolis-St. Paul)

[ericleo108]

01/06/2022 Click here for Spotify or Apple Music. This is my 28th official release. “Gold Shaw Farm” is a country rap track I wrote about the farm on YouTube by the same name. I don’t know Morgan, I just love his channel and farm. I like how Morgan narrates his videos. I feel like the song is me rapping his narrative, in a way. Everything I know I got from him and his channel.  He also has different cameras that do videos spending the night in the hoop coop with night vision or from the cats perspective for example. I’ve probably been watching consistently for a year now along with a lot of his catalog. I got the idea because I wanted to show a sample of making a song about a subject, and I chose one that I genuinely enjoy, the farm , and it basically turned out to be a theme song.

I started writing the song on September 5th. The beat is from Ryini beats. The cover art was made by ArtworkGang from Fiverr. The track was professionally recorded, mixed, and mastered by Sam Peters at LA Luna Recording Studio in Kalamazoo Michigan. You can stream or download the track wherever music is sold. Thank you for your support. Be sure to follow because new music is released every first, third and if there is a fifth Friday of every month.

Lyrics:

Come on cows, let’s go, fresh grass  Come on cows, let’s go, fresh grass  Come on cows, let’s go, fresh grass 

Welcome y’all to Gold Shaw farm Just watch, you’ll see Toby dog is the star We got Abby, Ginny, and Molly murder mittens On a goose farm of ducks and weird chickens  Our hill farm in Vermont Is a cozy little spot  Of moseying bird flocks And a mossy center earth rock We get it up, get it cracking Eggs for breakfast and it smacks’n We go out to back and  Then release the quackin

Don’t visit, just watch on YouTube Where you can see the animals playing like Sudoku  Family friendly we care and review When the last time you amused those that disagree with you? We got a mobile hen house Where the chicken get down Pick all the little bugs out The stuff cows poop out Got ducks with bumble foot  And geese with angle wing But we still love them just as much as anything

Welcome y’all to Gold Shaw farm Just watch, you’ll see Toby dog is the star We got Abby, Ginny, and Molly murder mittens On a goose farm of ducks and weird chickens  Our hill farm in Vermont Is a cozy little spot  Of moseying bird flocks And a mossy center earth rock We get it up, get it cracking Eggs for breakfast and it smacks’n We go out to back and  Then release the quacking 

We give em a good life At gold Shaw farm alright Their future and past in the fields are bright We plant trees like chestnuts Have a patch for lettuce Make bear cheese And get shipped seeds through FedEx You can buy your own goose And make um into soup Eat it with couscous Or canned bamboo shoots I thank the lord everyday she gives the strength to stay On the path and sway To videos that say

Welcome y’all to Gold Shaw farm Just watch, you’ll see Toby dog is the star We got Abby, Ginny, and Molly murder mittens On a goose farm of ducks and weird chickens  Our hill farm in Vermont Is a cozy little spot  Of moseying bird flocks And a mossy center earth rock We get it up, get it cracking Eggs for breakfast and it smacks’n We go out to back and  Then release the quacking 

I feel like Allison and Morgan Taken whatever comes toward me Optimistic cuz and the lord can And I’ll tell you as a poor man I do my chores everyday And put it in a portrait So my family gets paid And on YouTube I say

Welcome y’all to Gold Shaw farm Just watch, you’ll see Toby dog is the star We got Abby, Ginny, and Molly murder mittens On a goose farm of ducks and weird chickens  Our hill farm in Vermont Is a cozy little spot  Of moseying bird flocks And a mossy center earth rock We get it up, get it cracking Eggs for breakfast and it smacks’n We go out to back and  Then release the quacking 

Come on cows, let’s go, fresh grass x4

[marauders-venting]

I Love You

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 2304

note: based on a textpost by @moonyspadfoot45

a/n: yes i know disposable cameras didn’t exist until the mid 80s but i wrote that part before i googled it and i don’t want to change it so we’re gonna go with it

Remus sighed in the direction of the stack of boxes that looked like it was about to topple over.

“Sirius?” he called, walking into the living room.

“Yeah?” Sirius replied, peering at Remus around the stack of boxes from the couch where he was sitting.

“I swear to god if you and James used any of the boxes marked ‘fragile’ for your fortress…” He left the sentence hanging as he reached up to lower the box on the top. “How did you even manage to stack the boxes that high? Did you have to stand on a chair or something to reach up here?”

“Rude,” Sirius said, coming around to Remus’ side of the fort. “I’m not that short.”

“James had to do it, didn’t he?” Remus teased, turning around.

“Moony, stop making fun of me,” Sirius pouted. “Come on, we’re going into the fort.” The ‘fort’ was made of boxes that contained all of Sirius and Remus’ possessions stacked to form walls with a sheet stretched over the top. And it was right in the middle of the living room of Remus and Sirius’ new apartment.

Sirius grabbed Remus by the hand and pulled him into the fort. The sheet, which was their makeshift ceiling, was hanging so low that even Sirius had to sit on the floor. They sat down and Remus looked around. Then he spotted a box labelled ‘kitchen ware’ and turned to Sirius.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he said. “I was looking for that box for like an hour! I nearly called the movers to ask them to double-check that they hadn’t missed any boxes!”

“I didn’t know you were looking for it!” Sirius said defensively.

“I literally asked you if you’d seen the box!” Remus said, laughing and shaking his head.

“Uhhh,” Sirius started, scrambling for an excuse, “I’m sorry, Remus, but you should know by now that I answer most questions wrong.”

“That is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard,” Remus said.

“Then you obviously haven’t heard any of the excuses I gave McGonagall for breaking the rules,” Sirius said.

“What are you talking about, I was there 90 percent of the time,” Remus said.

“Yeah but when you were there you were giving the excuses.”

“Yeah, my excuses were good, they got us out of detention,” Remus said.

“Feels weird knowing I’ll never have another detention,” Sirius said, lying down on the carpet he and James had brought into the fort earlier. “I keep thinking we’re gonna go back at the end of the summer.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Remus said, lying down next to him. “It feels like just yesterday you were asking me to move it with you and now we’re here. In our living room. In a fucking fort.” Sirius laughed and kissed Remus lightly.

Remus remembered the day Sirius had asked him to move in. He’d never forget it. It was their first anniversary and they were up on the astronomy tower, the same place they’d gotten together the year before. Remus remembered how hard he was trying to put aside his anxiety about the upcoming exams just for that day. Sirius made it easier. Sirius made everything easier.

“Can I give you my present now?” Sirius asked. Remus had felt his cheeks heating, despite the fact that he was quite cold up on the tower, in the cool breeze stinging his face.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he muttered.

“I know,” Sirius said. “But I wanted to. Besides, you were the one who planned out this whole day. And you're the one who’s taking me out on the Hogsmeade weekend after exams.” Remus supposed it was true. He had planned out the day down to the last detail. He felt very cliche doing it but it was worth it to see the look on Sirius’ face. And to feel Sirius’ lips on his.

“Oh alright,” Remus gave in. He was curious now. Sirius handed him a small grey box. Remus cocked his head at him but Sirius’ expression was unreadable. He opened the box and inside it was a silver key and a disposable Muggle camera. Remus picked up the key and turned it over, examining it.

“Pads, what is this?” he asked finally. He was afraid he had ruined something. That this was something sentimental that he was supposed to understand.

“It’s a key,” Sirius said. Remus rolled his eyes.

“I’d figured that much out myself, funnily enough,” he said. “What is the key to?”

“Look at the camera.” Remus did. He picked it up and, glancing at Sirius to make sure this is what he was meant to do, looked through the photos in the camera.

“An apartment?” Remus said, still confused.

“Our apartment,” Sirius said. He was looking at Remus, his grey eyes alight.

“What?” Remus said, gaping at him.

“Only if you want it to be,” he added hurriedly. “I just thought… Everybody's been talking about living arrangements after school and I–I thought maybe you might like to live together. I mean, I haven’t finalised anything yet so we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Or we could still pick a different place. The owner’s of this one won’t vacate it until August so we’d have to figure something out for the first month and a bit after we graduate but I’m sure the Potters won’t mind if we stay there for a little while. And Lily and James might want to be alone in the beginning but I doubt they’d kick us out if we showed up but… do you hate it?” He had barely breathed in between words until now. He looked up at Remus nervously, biting his nail.

“Are you kidding me? I love it,” Remus said. “Sirius, this is… this is incredible. You’re incredible. I—” Remus hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say. But he couldn’t form the words. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“So you’re saying you’ll do it?” Sirius asked. “You’ll move in with me?”

“Yeah,” Remus said. “Yes, of course I will.” Sirius beamed at him. But then something occurred to Remus. “Sirius, you haven’t paid anything yet, have you? If you have I’ll pay you back, I—”

“Shh, don’t worry about that now,” Sirius said. “We’ll figure out all the technical details later.” Remus bit his lip.

“Okay,” he said. He could put it out of his mind for that night.

“Happy anniversary, Moony,” he said. And then he kissed Remus, there on top of the astronomy tower and Remus felt just as much excitement then as he had when Sirius had kissed him there for the first time, exactly one year previously.

And here they were now. In their apartment. They ended up deciding on the one Sirius had originally chosen, the one that he’d shown Remus photos of that evening. The owners had ended up vacating a bit earlier than they had said because there was still a week until August. Sirius had stayed at the Potter’s for the first few weeks and Remus had gone back home. But as they were spending every waking moment at Lily and James’ house anyway, they suggested that Remus and Sirius just stay with them. They had invited Peter to stay with them too, just while Sirius and Remus were there but he’d turned down the offer (“After seven years of sleeping in the same room with three other blokes, I think I’ll be good on my own for a while,” he had said). He still came over every day and stayed until around midnight but he always preferred to sleep at home. He said he’d never get used to it if he stayed at Lily and James’.

James, Peter and Lily helped them move in too. They’d been with them to Ikea a few days previously to buy furniture. And they had come over today to help start unpacking things. Well, Lily and Peter helped unpack. James was more interested in building a fort out of the boxes with Sirius.

Remus remembered worrying that he might spend less time with his friends after school since they’d no longer be living in the same big castle but so far the amount of time he spent with Lily, James and Peter had not decreased even a little.

But Lily and James had gone home now and Peter had gone back to his studio flat; Remus and Sirius were alone, together in their new apartment.

“Are you hungry?” Sirius asked, snapping Remus back into reality. “I could make you dinner.”

“You’re going to make dinner?” Remus snorted. “I’m sorry but have you ever made food in your entire life?”

“I have actually,” Sirius said. “Mrs Potter taught me how to make food when I lived there. I’m not as good at it as James is but I can make something edible without burning down the kitchen. Although I nearly did that the first time I tried to make food.”

“Well, that’s very convincing,” Remus said sarcastically. Sirius elbowed him in the ribs. “I’m kidding!” he said. “I’ll be on standby with the fire extinguisher.”

“What’s that?” Sirius asked.

“Kind of in the name, babe,” Remus said and then he crawled quickly out of the fort before Sirius figured it out and elbowed him again.

But Remus was pleasantly surprised because not only did Sirius manage to not light the whole house on fire, but he even produced some pretty good food.

“You know, this is quite nice,” Remus said, taking another bite. “Mrs Potter must be a really good teacher if she managed to get you to this level of cooking.”

“Why can’t you just have a little bit more faith in my talents, Moony?” Sirius said. “But yeah, she’s a great teacher. James, on the other hand, is a terrible teacher. It’s not that he can’t cook because he can. He just can’t teach other people to cook. But don’t tell him I said that.” Remus snorts.

“As if you haven’t already told him that to his face.”

“You know me too well,” Sirius sighs.

After dinner, Sirius goes to shower and Remus continues unpacking boxes. The more boxes he unpacks, the more he realises how much crap they’re missing. But he’s not too worried about it. They’ll go to the store tomorrow and find whatever it is that they’re missing. It’s nothing essential. The only essential thing to Remus in this house is Sirius. As long as Sirius is here, Remus would be fine.

Remus opens another box with a utility knife. He looks inside and his jaw drops.

“Rem?” Sirius asks, coming into the room, his hair still wet from the shower. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus says. “Look at this.” He takes out the contents of the box and sets them on the table. It’s photos. Loads of photos of them from school.

“Wow,” Sirius says, looking through the photos. “Oh my god.” He holds one of the photos out to Remus laughing. Remus looks at the photo and starts laughing too. It’s him sitting next to a dog, a stag and a rat. His friends in their animagus forms and him in the middle, smiling awkwardly as Lily takes a photo.

They spent a little longer looking through the photos, laughing at how much they had changed since the first day they’d met each other in first year. They all looked so little. And now… well, now they’re grown up. Remus didn’t feel like it though.

He returned the photos to the box, deciding he’d find a place for them tomorrow. He was reaching another box when Sirius took his hand.

“Come to bed, darling,” he said. “It’s nearly midnight and you’re still unpacking boxes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Remus said. He smiled and laced his fingers with Sirius’.

He showered and put on a massive sweater (despite it being midsummer) and clambered into their new bed, where Sirius was already waiting for him. Sirius pulled him in and kissed his forehead before resting his head against Remus’ chest.

As they cuddle in their brand new bed, in their brand new apartment, Remus is overcome by the urge to tell Sirius, to just say it. To say what he wanted to say months ago on their anniversary but had been too afraid. He doesn’t even care if Sirius says it back. He just wants to say the words. He wants Sirius to know. Sirius deserves to know.

He lifts Sirius’ chin with his hand so their eyes meet as he brushes his thumb against Sirius’ cheek.

“I love you,” he says.

“I– I–” Sirius stutters.

“And you don’t have to say it back or anything,” Remus assures him. “I just wanted you to know.” Tears spill from Sirius’ eyes.

“You’re crying?” Remus said, sounding concerned. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“No, nothing wrong, I just—” Sirius hesitates, sniffing. “That’s the first time anyone’s told me that,” he admits.

“That’s a shame,” Remus says, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’ll always remind you how much I love you. I love you so much, Sirius.” He pulls Sirius into a tight hug. “You deserve so much love.” Sirius kisses him softly. It’s a quiet, gentle kiss, tears still flowing freely down Sirius’ face.

“I love you too,” Sirius whispers.

“You don’t have to say it just because I did,” Remus says.

“I’m not,” Sirius said. “I really do love you.” Remus smiles as he feels the blush blooming on his cheeks. And suddenly he can’t remember what was holding him back in the first place. He feels like an idiot for waiting so long to say this. He loves Sirius. He loves Sirius with all of his heart and he’s going to make sure Sirius knows it.

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Photoshoot - Vinnie Hacker

*Picture’s not mine*

My last Vinnie post got some love, so I figured I would write another one since I like the man so much. Hope you like it

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Moving to LA was something you had been looking forward to for quite a while now and when the opportunity came to do what you loved, you couldn’t pass the offer. You were a talented freelance makeup artist and lately you had picked up a liking for photography.  Tati, being your cousin, invited you to stay with her while you were looking for apartment. Being well-known for shooting with famous influencers and content creators, she often dragged you with her so you could experiment the process of a shoot. You were like her assistant for the day, retouching people’s makeup and listening to her every tips and tricks. You woke up super early this morning due to the fact she had two photoshoots planed for the day. Because the timing was tight, you were in charge to go pick up lunch for the both of you after the first shoot was done.

Once you arrived back at the studio, you handed Tati her salad, seeing that the second group of people had arrived and were getting ready. You talked for a bit, eating your food, when it was finally time to get back to work. You were shooting with some TikTok creators from the Hype House today, so while some of them were getting their pictures taking, you were working on doing Mia’s and Kouvr’s makeup.The three of you were talking, when Mia chuckled lightly out of the blue, getting your attention.

“I think you got an admirer (Y/N)” she said as you turned your head to the side, seeing “The Vinnie Hacker” looking right back at you. You blushed, giving him a small smile, getting back to applying lip gloss on Kouvr’s lips. After you got done with their makeup, Tati called them up, being their turn to get photographed. You started to clean your brushes when a voice interrupted you.

“Hey, think you could do my makeup?” your gaze landing on the 6-foot-tall man standing next to you

“Uh sure, you can sit here” you said motioning to the chair in front of you “What would you like?”

“You decide” he answered “I mean, you’re the artist here, I’m sure you’ll do something that will look nice” he said smiling. You looked at the clothing rack that was identified with his name on it, noticing that most of the articles of clothing were somewhat simple, yet classy and trendy. You got your product ready, when his voice spoke again

“I’m Vinnie by the way” he looked into your eyes

“Oh I know, I mean it’s nice to meet you” you said avoiding his gaze, something about him intimidated you. Maybe it was the fact that he was popular and incredibly handsome, but you felt nervous around him, something you weren’t used to.

“So, I guess I don’t get a name than” he smirked as you applied some blurring primer on his face

“I’m (Y/N)” you chuckled lightly “Sorry about that”

He laughed as you finished his makeup. You handed him a mirror, as he examined the look you chose for him, smiling satisfied, thanking you

“The makeup is perfect, thank you” he said a grin on his face as he stood up hovering over you

“My pleasure, I tried picturing something that would fit with every outfit you brought with you.” You said cleaning up your stuff while looking at him shyly. You had done something simple, eyeliner on his waterline, contour to define his jaw and cheekbones even more and a little bit of highlight to accentuate the highest points of his face

“Well, you pictured perfectly, it’s totally my style” soon after, Vinnie’s turn came and he had to go, thanking you again. After you finished putting away all your stuff, you went to stand next to Tati, looking at the pictures on the monitor and listening to the directions she gave Vinnie. After a while, he came closer to look at the photos, exchanging ideas with Tati before changing outfits. He shot a little, before coming back to look at the results again.

“I feel like something is missing” he said, Tati having an excellent idea explained it to Vinnie who agreed

“(Y/N) will do it! Right (Y/N)?” she exclaimed looking at you

“Uh?” you said not having paid attention to their previous discussion

“You’ll pose with him” she stated

“What? I don’t even have other clothes and plus I don’t get in front of the camera, I stay behind, I’m not a model, you know that” you tried explaining to her

“You sure look like one” you could’ve sworn you heard Vinnie mumble, before he cleared his throat

“We just need you for a couple of shot, and you already got the perfect outfit and makeup to go with Vinnie’s aesthetic” she explained amused by you two. Tati knew he was your type and she also saw the way he looked at you, so helping you interact was the least she could do.

You didn’t have much choice, so you followed Vinnie in front of the camera, while Tati explained to the both of you, her vision for the remaining of the shoot. After a while, you started to loosen up, Vinnie was really nice and he helped you, making you more comfortable and confident in front of the camera.

“Let’s do something a little bit more edgy, Vinnie remove your shirt, (Y/N) get rid of your jacket, you tank top is giving you a great silhouette” Your cousin said looking at the pictures she had previously taken while you both listened to her indications.

“Ok now, Vinnie, stand closer to her, look her deeply in the eyes, use your hand, anyways do something edgy and … I don’t care, do something hot”

“Are you ok with that?” he asked you, concerned

“Yeah! Do whatever feels right” you answered blushing

“Ok! If I do something that makes you uncomfortable just tell me” he said while you nodded. He moved closer to you, your body touching, feeling his breath fanning on your face. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting as you realized his stare was already on you. Your hands made their way around his neck, bringing him slightly closer and all you could think about was his lips. They looked so plump and soft, you wondered what it would feel like to kiss them. Being lost in the moment, only hearing the click of the camera, you didn’t realize that everyone had gathered around to look at the two of you.

“Ok, that’s it guy, it looks really good” Tati said snapping a couple of more pictures, before speaking again “Now try doing something a little hotter maybe” The moment the worlds left her mouth, Vinnie laced his hand around you throat, making you gasp, surprised by his action. He was hovering over you, your head slightly tilted to meet his gaze, his long finger wrapping perfectly around your neck. You could feel the heat radiating from your body, as his lips moved closer to yours, only a centimeter apart. You licked your lips, and his eyes followed the movement of your tongue, carefully. A boost of confidence came rushing through you and you did something that both surprised you instantly. The decision to bite his bottom lips caused the others to howl at the action, and a throaty groan to come from Vinnie mouth.

“Ok, that was just perfect, it’s a wrap guys” Tati said smiling widely as she clapped, thanking everyone. You detached yourself slowly from each other, your head going down, a blush creeping on your cheeks, finally realizing what you had just done. It was bold of you, but in the moment, it felt like the right thing to do. You looked back at him, meeting his gaze as you blushed even more while he smirked down at you. You soon were interrupted by your cousin, asking the both of you to come look at the results.

“Keep in mind that I still have to edit them, and work with the lighting, but you guys look so hot” she said, excited as she looked closely at the photos

“I agree” Vinnie nodded “These are definitely my favorite” he continued, pointing at two different pictures. One being a shot of the exact moment you gasped after he had gripped your throat, and the other one being the one when you bit his lip. From the moment he saw you, he couldn’t help but admit he found you attractive and after getting to shoot with you, his desire to get to know you more had gotten stronger.

“Yo Vinnie! What are you doing? Ask her out already” Michael shouted from across the room making you blush as Vinnie smiled looking down at you

“We’re going out to eat, would you like to join us” he asked seeing you look at your cousin for a second “Of course, Tati is invited to join us also, but I would really like it if you would come” he continued smiling softly, scratching the back of his head, waiting for your response. You were screaming on the inside, nervous but excited by his offer. You were stocked to have the opportunity to spend a nice evening with him, and maybe get to know him more.  You looked at Tati with pleading eyes, understanding that she was okay with this when she winked at you, and giving you a thumbs up

“I would love too”

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-K