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#oc: venera mai#c: bi-han/sub-zero#x: tell me i've got it wrong#they are extremely messy. Btw. I love them#yall remember how I put carmilla castlevania as inspo for ven. This ship is why and I will go into heavy detail#I wonât actually but LMAO anyways. I love them#thank u hev and aj and heather and lori for also staring at this with me#and hev for coming up with half of it#if u see any spelling mistakes no u donât#also their playlist is linked owo
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danyal al ghul memes because i don't think i've done those yet for this au.
(the jason one is in reference to the fanon headcanon/au that Jason and Damian potentially knew each other and interacted while jason was in the league. I've thought about it before in context of this au, but haven't thought about it enough to feel inspired or motivated to make a post exploring the idea)
(diablito means, as you can guess, 'little devil'. while i'm neutral to latino jason, i think the nickname is cute as fuck and was danny's main nickname from Jason. i don't wanna touch that timeline so im not gonna decide how old they were when Jason was there.)
Skulker: i am the ghost zone's greatest hunter! i capture and hunt creatures both rare and dangerous. Danyal: a poacher?? you're a poacher?? you poach animals??Skulker:...i sense i've made a mistake of some kind.
anyways that was the day that Skulker cemented himself as Danny's no.1 opp, and still remains there to this day even if he and Vlad are both viciously fighting for second. Out of everyone in the the AP rogues gallery, Skulker will be the first to be thrown under the bus in terms of 'o shit here comes phantom fucking RUN'.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#danyal al ghul au#dpxdc memes#danyal al ghul#dpdc#truly the epitome of âi dont faster than the bear i just need to be faster than YOUâ#regardless of when Jason was with the league he *does* know that Danny loved Damian. don't ask me about the timeline because it'll be#*messsyyyy* and i've seen plenty of aus where jason was there while Damian as an infant so i can totally believe this could happen i just#need to do the mental gymnastics for it. not even. baby im faceplanting right into the mat and not getting up#the last meme is a tiktok sound that i found and thought was hilarious. and would also ABSOLUTELY be a story danyal would tell the#family after reuniting and developing a bond with them. damian has no recollection of this but is embarrassed nonetheless#danny spat that story out when he over heard damian claiming he doesn't have any embarrassing stories from the league. danny beat jason#to the punch and in the most deadpan voice said 'i remember you walking into my room. as a toddler. in nothing but a diaper. and picking#a marble up off the floor and holding it out. like the skull of yorick. before putting it as far down your throat as possible. i had to#stick my entire arm down your esophagus to pull it out. and save your life' before walking away#i got the ages wrong in the last image so just assume that danny recently turned seven and damian is like#18 months old#about a year and a half.
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DPXDC Prompt#148 Part 2
Danny feels himself grow bright red and the two stare into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity.Â
âI- Uh⊠Iâm Dannyâ He finally managed to mutter.Â
âDamian Wayne, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.â Danny's blush grew even brighter as the next moment Damian kissed his hand, Danny couldnât help but feel flustered.Â
After a moment Danny rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and stuttered out, âItâs nice, to meet you tooâ He could tell how happy Damian was to meet him and he felt a little bad for feeling nervous in the first place. Danny thought Damian was cute and he decided then that he wouldnât mind getting to know him a little better. First they had to get through the rest of the gala, and soon as he thought about the gala something clicked.Â
He realized Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne who at the moment was talking to his own parents. He couldnât help but stare as he let the information sink in.Â
âAh yes it looks like Father is talking to some of the scientists that were invited.â Ancients, Danny knew his parents couldnât help being themselves and unfortunately that meant things like accidentally spilling fudge right onto Mr. Wayne's suite. They watched as Mr. Wayne told his parents it wasnât a problem and then walked out of the room.Â
Danny couldnât help but sigh, âSorry about them, my parents are a little eccentric. Donât even get me started on their obsession with ghosts, my dad will not shut up sometimes.â Danny rubbed the back of his neck nervously again as he realized he was rambling a little bit.Â
âDonât worry it looks like Father handled the situation well, although I am curious what kind of inventions two scientists obsessed with ghosts create. Thatâs what this gala is about, we want to support scientists in untapped fields of study.â Danny listened as his soulmate explained things to him.Â
Danny looked over to see Vlad talking to a thin scientist in the corner of the room. He was definitely up to something, a ball like this had Vlad scheming something with a mad scientist written all over it.Â
He was brought out from his thoughts as a loud crash could be heard as the wall across the room burst open and none other than the Joker walked through.
Danny tried to make his way to the other side of the gala, strangely Damian had disappeared but Danny didnât have the time to look for him. Â
However when he got to the door staying low to the ground the door burst through and more of Joker's goons looked straight at him and he found himself tied up right in front of the Joker.Â
âWhat do we have here? A new Wayne?â Joker said as he cupped Danny's face in his hand. Danny couldnât do anything about the situation and he was getting a little scared considering he didnât have a proper way to go ghost or protect his soulmate at the moment.Â
The Joker circled around the tied up hostages laughing, âOf course now the fun beginsâ
The Joker continued to circle around the hostages thinking for a moment before he grabbed Danny.
He held Danny by the back of the shirt like a small kitten. His obsession was making him wonder if his soulmate was safe living in Gotham. Joker chuckled as he continued to hold Danny.
âThis kid will be an example for the rest of you, I donât want any outbursts like that again, especially when Batman gets here. Do you think Batman will like what Iâve done with the place?â He asked as he gestured around the ruined room. All of the tables and chairs had either been broken or knocked over and all of the food from the dessert and appetizer tables. It was quite the mess. Before Joker could do much else with the teen he had dangling in his grasp something flew out and smacked Joker right in the back of the head causing him to drop Danny.
Danny took that opportunity to get away, his hands may have been tied but his feet were sure free. He stumbled away as Batman dropped down and a fight between him and the Joker commenced.Â
Danny ran towards the door and as he got there Robin and Nightwing were there ushering some of the other hostages out of the room.Â
âRight this way citizens!â Nightwing said brightly at them but he seemed to brighten up a bit more when he saw Danny weirdly.Â
âHave either of you seen Damian Wayne?â Danny asked, he at least wanted to get his number, especially when he was headed back to Amity soon.
They seemed to share a look before looking back at him, âDamian left, heâs headed safely back to Wayne manor.â Robin said but he held out a piece of paper. On it was Damians signature and his phone number. Danny sighed a little annoyed he had left but he guessed it was common to head back home after a rogue attack in Gotham.Â
âDanny!!â the booming voice of Jack Fenton was suddenly heard and Danny felt himself getting pulled into a very familiar bear hug.Â
âDid you have fun at the gala? Your father and I saw you talking to Mr. Wayne's son,â His mother said after his feet were back on the ground.Â
âYeah, actually can we talk about that after weâre back in our room?â He wanted to tell his parents he found his soulmate but saying that outloud when Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne sounded like a bad idea.Â
They headed back to the hotel room and all Danny could think about was how lucky he was to have met his soulmate tonight, even if he was nervous about everything.
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#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny phantom#poor danny#Damian thinks its cute that he flustered his soulmate so much#I feel like I'm bad at this LMAO#how does one write romance?#Please tell me if I'm doing this wrong#I want to write the reveal but I don't want to do it right away#suspense? how do I write that?#Well I tried to do a little bit of action#I love the idea that Danny's so light everyone just throws him around like a ragdoll#Ragdoll theory? I cant remember if there was an actual name for it#anyways I've got to go look for a job now#my asks are open#all my prompts are free to use#soulmates
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Which fic should I write?
#gorgug x mary ann#adaine x oisin#fantasy high junior year#Fantasy high#Skutgug#if I wrote both it would be HUGE chunks of the same words I'm pretty sure which feels... wrong#outsourcing my choices to tumblr because I've got decision fatigue and both couples are warring over what could work#I saw an extremely faded florist van on my way to work and had my first ever idea for an AU#I don't even read many AUs#never expected to want to write one#adaine/oisin#gorgug/mary ann#the fuck is adaine/oisin called#my stuff#inkblade#finally found their ship name#please tell me your secret answers I need opinions
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ppl, especially low/no-empathy ppl, who talk to ableist anti-pd cluster b abuse believers with the upmost patience & understanding are so crazy (/pos) for that because what
how do y'all sit there and level w/ them just. so much.
i know it's kind of necessary bcs even if they don't listen to us anyways, they're only gonna think we're 10Ă worse if we don't walk them through the spiel w/ hands held (which we're not even owed to do anyways) but like i can hardly see myself doing it
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respect
#y'all should be honoured y'all got My respect specifically .... /silly#cluster b#tw ableism#npd#bpd#aspd#hpd#narcissistic personality disorder#borderline personality disorder#antisocial personality disorder#histrionic personality disorder#low empathy#no empathy#narc abuse#obligatory Is Not Real#maybe i could do it ?? i tried to level before when explaining it to ppl on a different app but even then i was still kinda pointed#but it'd be exhausting.#i'm gonna be honest i think most of these sorta posts or replies are mostly for Our community anyways since#i don't think i've Ever seen anyone change their stance on this no matter how it's conveyed#so i'm sure people go into these discussions knowing that too#i mean if anyone does have any examples feel free to tell. Curious#but yea i guess a lotta ableists have those same self-insulated type of beliefs as your average conspiracy#âanyone who tells you otherwise is wrong for x y & z reasons. if they say literally anything contrary to this they're trying to team up &#manipulate you. these people whom you have never interacted with in your life prior to this. they're in kahoots w ur abuser to validate the#abuse. just trust me on this broâ type stuff#âdon't trust pw/pds bcs they're pw/pdsâ circular reasoning#didn't mean to basically type something that could be a whole new post in the tags but like whatevs
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ur post about queerbaiting and the dismissal of people in fandom to critical analysis is so incredibly true thank you. i feel like marcille's writing in the anime has been super misogynistic a lot of the time and every time i bring this up all anyone wants to say is "well maybe this isn't for you! and you shouldn't watch the show!" like. i don't think this is about taste lmao, i am analyzing the text in front of me and coming to conclusions about the craft of it.
[This is in reference to this post]
YES!!! THANK YOU!!!!!
It is so so frustrating!!!!
It's like being at a restaurant and being served a bunch of delicious appetizers, but then one of the bread appetizers is literally just a plate of crumbs; and then when you're like, "Hey, uhh, why are we being served literal crumbs?", a bunch of the other folks eating at the restaurant are like,
"WELL HOW ABOUT YOU JUST DON'T EAT HERE THEN??!? YOU MUST NOT BE THAT HUNGRY, SO JUST FIND ANOTHER RESTAURANT AND DON'T EAT WITH US!!"
And maybe they say it politely, but "Aw, sorry, maybe this restaurant just isn't for you đ" is just trading out an aggressive dismissive tone for a patronizing dismissive tone. It's the same message.
And it's like! I was honestly happy to move on from the crumbs once my complaint was acknowledged because the meal overall is still delicious, but then all these folks got SUPER WEIRD AND DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT, so now I find myself double-checking all the other dishes -- and, actually, you know what those eggs DO look a Iittle misogynistic undercooked!!!!
#original#queerbaiting#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#falin x marcille#marcille x falin#marcille donato#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi marcille#listen i like marcille but u r right she is basically there to be a wet blanket a LOT of the time and that is a sexist trope#i think the bar is super super low for female characters in adventure anime and the lack of constant ogling maybe makes the female#characters feel better written than they are. i mean falin basically has no personality. she's got an innocent heart but that's nothing.#and i think these conversations are worth having bc no piece of media is perfect and this is how we learn to do better#also like. I've seen media criticisms that make me go 'oh you straight up should reserve commentary bc you#haven't watched the show and you're wrong' or 'i see what you're saying but you are simply incorrect' but like#i don't think I'd tell someone to just NOT watch Hazbin Hotel bc they have a bad take - and certainly not bc they have accurately#pinpointed a real flaw about the show (of which there are more than a few but frankly not what became the biggest subject of Disc Horse)#Angel is actually an amazing character & i think people mistook a criticism on the way abuse is glamourized as actually glamourizing abuse#like his song about abuse is called Poison and he's trapped in an abusive performance contract - bringing to mind Britney Spears#i think it is a wildly triggering and painful scene but i think a lot of people took the pain it gave them to mean it was bad art#but tbh they are still allowed to eat at the table if they so choose!!!#sorry i got sidetracked - as an abuse survivor Angel just matters a lot to me. i have a couple serious criticisms of vivziepop's work but#Angel is very much not one of them#also in regards to the actual subject of this post i think the most audacity of the responses i got was the one that said#that by complaining about queerbaiting I was 'de-incentivizing writers to write any interaction b/t women that could look even a little gay#and I'm just like. good. I hope they stop writing entirely. if the takeaway from 'please don't sell me bread and then serve me crumbs' is#'WELL NOW I JUST WON'T BAKE ANY BREAD PRODUCT' then that person is a bad chef. they should find a different job.#or at least do a whole lot of work on themselves. but either way i wouldn't be too broken up to know i won't be getting any food from them.#'just leave then' is so obviously a gut reaction defense mechanism & it implies media criticism should only be for things you don't like
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Dp x Dc prompt 5
Danny's class goes on a field trip to Gotham. The day goes great but at night, the bats stop on the roof of the building and get into an argument.
Danny, half tired, annoyed from all the noise and at the fact that his ghost sense keeps going off, phases through the roof with his thermos and soups the problem(s) and calls it a night.
The batfam isn't very happy that multiple of their family members got souped.
#can pick who all got souped or you can just do one#i also like to imagine that his arm wassticking out of the roof with the thermos so they didn't see his face#imagine it was just two people and like idk jason got souped#and tim just stands there for a second like#''did that actually happen or has lack of sleep finally gotten to me?''#and tim tries to tell them but they're all just like ''tim/drake you haven't slept in like. a month. just get some sleep.''#so tim launches his own investigation into the soup arm and slowly the fam realises ''he. he might have been right???''#meanwhile danny is chilling looking at museums with a fairly upset jason soup#probably planning to take him to frostbite because ''there's something wrong with this one :/''#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#PLEASE work this time tumblr i know ur broken as hell I've been here for like 2 to 3 years but still#danny phantom#danny fenton#polter prompts
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Roxie Posting
Sorry that I've been sitting on these for awhile. I haven't had a ton of motivation to write recently, but I really enjoyed writing these once I finally sat down to finish them up!
First thing that comes to mind, Roxie is a night owl and has an absolutely terrible sleep schedule. She spends most of the night at the Virbank Gym, and other venues around the region when sheâs traveling, so she ends up tucking in during the early morning hours, typically sleeping in until noon, if not later. She goes to sleep at more reasonable hours sometimes, but she wonât be happy about it.
She isnât against cuddling, but it usually doesnât end up happening, likely because your sleep schedules donât line up all that well (or maybe they do, I donât know). If you settle into bed with each other, sheâs actually a bit clingy, wanting to be held close, but she tends to sprawl out once sheâs asleep, and also shifts around quite a bit. At the very least, itâs easy to get out of bed once you wake up.
Roxieâs style in outfits isnât particularly set in stone, but her hairstyle is. Letting her hair down doesnât happen often, much less in public. She usually only lets it down at home, typically when sleeping or showering. Even then, though, itâs not too uncommon for her to fall asleep with the ponytail holder still in. Her hair itself is pretty flat and a bit thin, and doesnât tangle easily. Surprisingly smooth, nice to brush and card fingers through.Â
Music is obviously her passion, and she loves inviting you out to spend a wild night at the club, letting you watch her shred and sing her heart out, taking pride in you watching her work. At some point during the night, sheâll stop in between songs, pointing to you in the crowd, claiming that the next song is dedicated to you. Although, all of the songs are when youâre there to hear them.
Sheâs not on stage all night, taking a break or two to just relax her voice and fingers and bask in the nightâs glow. She loves the clubâs fiery aura, but she also loves the cool air of the night. A bouncing joint gets hot, temperature wise, quickly, after all. Sheâll seek you out in the crowd and pull you out to sit in a nearby alleyway to unwind, chatting and laughing, before stepping back in.Â
If you manage to stay the whole night without heading home early, sheâll gladly walk back home with you, obviously tired, yet satisfied. Always complains about the sun coming over the horizon. The sunlight, though faint in the early morning, is too much for her dark-adjusted eyes.Â
When she goes traveling for league business, she asks you to join, obviously. Traveling with a partner is way more enjoyable than flying solo. League work is just work, but once sheâs off the hook, sheâs walking into the nearest club or bar. Whether she plays a few songs or just vibes in the crowd depends on where she goes and on how drained she is from the aforementioned work (although the prospect of music seems to give her a second wind). She drags you along to the place, and youâll have to drag her back to wherever youâre staying at a reasonable time.
Roxie owns tons of different guitars. Her iconic black and purple, Scolipede-inspired bass is her favorite, but she has many others. Some of them are relatively normal, but she has other pokemon-inspired oneâs, including some other Venipede line inspired ones that came before her current. Loves bold colors, flashy patterns, and unique shapes. Has commissioned Burgh at least a few times to sketch up designs for her. She also plays and owns a few different instruments, but bass is her one true love.
Would absolutely love it if you played an instrument or sang. While sheâs clearly very rock and punk in her style, sheâs more than willing to indulge in other genres if it means jamming with you. Loves all types of music, whether she admits it or not. To her, the perfect date is just the two of you lounging at home, donned in comfy clothes, while mindlessly prattling out beats together. The compliments on your skill will be endless. Would love to teach you guitar if you didnât play it already, making for a surprisingly good teacher.
Greatly encourages you to follow your dreams or pursue your hobbies, but also advises you to not just up and leave everything else. Especially if you have an important job that would greatly disturb the life of others if you just suddenly stopped, like her old man did once.
Speaking of her old man, she complains about him from time to time, but she does care about him a whole lot. Holds the whole âsuddenly abandoning being a ship captain to star in moviesâ thing over his head, if that wasnât already obvious. While she does find him embarrassing, she does introduce you to him once youâve been together for a while.
She writes all of her own songs, and is usually pretty good at it. When sheâs facing artistâs block (or writerâs block? I think both technically apply in this context), she gets incredibly frustrated. Sheâll pace around her home, pencil in hand, room covered in crumpled up and torn pieces of paper, until inspiration eventually strikes her. You might have to step in and force her to take care of herself if it goes on for too long, although it might be easier to help her find the inspirational spark sheâs in need of first. She can be damn stubborn at times.
The lyrics of her songs do tend to be pretty simple. The intricacies of her work stem from the notes. Loves to inject solos, guitar riffs, and heavy basslines into all of work. She doesnât stay in the spotlight all of the time, though, giving her bandmates the time in the limelight with their own solos. Theyâre just as important to their performance as she is, and so she wants them to be recognized for all of their hard work and skill.
Roxie doesnât just take pride in her music, she takes pride in her strength when it comes to battles, too. Her beloved, toxic babies put everything they have into each and every battle. Whether win or lose, sheâs proud of them. Her confidence isnât arrogance, however, as sheâs more than willing to acknowledge anotherâs strength if they beat her. She likes a challenge, and throws herself into any battle, even if the odds are stacked against her.
Along with inviting you to her gym when itâs a bumping club, she also invites you to listen in to the bandâs practice before the night hits. Not only does she take comfort in your presence and value your feedback, it also gives you the chance to watch her face off against any challengers that stumble in. What can she say, she likes to show off in front of you.
Sheâs⊠not the most romantic person in the world, but she is passionate. Donât expect her to come up with elaborate date ideas, nor a wide diversity in the oneâs she does propose. Sheâs fine with going out to restaurants or to see movies if you want, but sheâs unlikely to suggest those ideas herself. Most of her date ideas boil down to clubbing, concerts, and walks in the moonlight.Â
Middling with affection. Sheâs not averse to it, but she doesnât always actively seek it out from you, unless youâve been apart for a long time. Kiss her on the forehead, and sheâll melt into your arms.
Sheâs most certainly a little spoon.
Her love language is definitely words of affirmation. Sheâs not writing sappy love songs or anything, but sheâs good with her words, and knows how to string them along to fully articulate how she feels in the moment.Â
Now, if youâre in a relationship for long enough, then she will actually write a, if not multiple, love songs for and about you. They arenât overly sappy, like said above, but they are a bit cliche, as they detail everything she loves about you, and how proud she is of you, and everything sheâd do for you. These tracks are for private performances only, though, made for your eyes and ears alone.
In general, sheâs a pretty good punk girlfriend. As long as you arenât looking for the overly romantic type, have a love for music, and donât mind wrangling her in now and then, youâll get yourself a loyal partner who will, quite literally, sing her praises for you.
#pokemon x reader#roxie x reader#was gonna put fem reader but i'm pretty sure these are actually gn#if not tell me bc i could be wrong#roxie is so slept on her design is absolutely sick#she's definitely my favorite gym leader in unova#(mainly bc i can count iris as my second favorite champion bc otherwise they would be tied for favorite unova leader)#i also got her alt in masters and she's so good love her#i love chuggaconroy but i've never been so against him when it comes to his opinion on roxie#some crimes can never be forgiven#chugga âi love my girlfriendâ to âworkers should unionizeâ to âi love medalsâ conroy lives in my head rent free#back to junimo cart in my stardew save that has two sophias for some reason#I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND AM STILL CONFUSED WHY ARE THERE TWO OF THEM
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Hoax by Taylor Swift is a painful Sherlolly song from Molly's POV
"My best laid plan/Your sleight of hand/My barren land/I am ash from your fire
Stood on the cliffside/Screaming "Give me a reason/Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in"
Okay but hear me out.
Neptune by Sleeping At Last is a painful Sherlolly song from Sherlock's POV
"I'm only honest when it rains/If I time it right, the thunder breaks/When I open my mouth/I want to tell you but I don't know how"
#cant believe im having a sherlolly moment now in the year of our Lord 2023 lowkey shaking#but someone put them on my dash and it sparked something#oof why? who did this to me? if you know who you are admit it#sherlolly#sherlock x molly#molly hooper#bbc sherlock#also tolerate it by Taylor Swift is another molly pov sherlock song#like... 'If it's all in my head tell me now/tell me I've got it wrong somehow'#ouch#but also... GALAXY BRAIN MOMENT... CONSIDER: my tears ricochet as a moratorium of the ILY aftermath and the meaning of the Coffin#you had to kill me/but it killed you all the same UHhhhh#and you can aim for my heart/go for blood/but you would still miss me in your bones ACCURATE#yEAH bUT.... he had to save Molly Hooper
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âgive me all of that ultraviolenceâ | 2k
logan howlett x f!reader
SUMMARY: You give Logan head for the first time.
WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ implied age gap. dirty talk. kind of inexperienced reader. oral sex (m receiving). face fucking. dom!logan. a tiny bit of degradation. he guides you through the whole experience (shocking!!! i know)
AUTHORâS NOTE: HI PALS!!! yes i'm alive and kicking. yes university is killing me. so recently iâve been OBSESSED with this man and i needed to write something for him. english is not my first language and i may have made some mistakes (if you encounter any you can tell me, i won't mind it). comments/likes/reblogs would be highly appreciated. i've got sooooo many ideas to write and i'm finally getting my hands on them. i missed you all so fucking much. hope you enjoy this!!!
Itâs common knowledge that all humans have needs. Try as you may, thereâs a primitive side that you canât spare yourself from. You, as everybody else, have urges.
âLogan,â you basically mewl his name, five letters that roll off your tongue with little effort. He doesnât seem to acknowledge you, his kisses growing harsher on the delicate skin of your neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you decide to try again, speaking a bit louder this time. âLogan, please.â
âWhat is it, honey?â he says, bitten lips still pressed to your pulse point. As you remain silent, he looks up at you, those big, brown eyes that you love so dearly almost completely dark now. âDo you want to call it a day?â
His question catches you off-guard. You cup his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, suddenly afraid that he might pull away from you. âNo! Not at all. Thatâs- thatâs not what I want at all, actually.â
âWhat do you want, then? You can tell me,â he kisses you on the lips, softly at first. What starts as nothing more than a sweet kiss turns into a needier one, his hard on poking you through your shorts. âCome on. Tell me, baby. What does my sweet girl want?â
âI want to suck you off, Logan,â you whisper as you latch your mouth onto his, and you can feel how he visibly tenses beneath you. His breath hitches in his throat when you grind your hips. âI really need it.â
From the very beginning of your relationship, you had made things crystal clear: you didnât have much experience on this territory. For a man his age, he was totally understanding. He knew you had your own times, that for him to take you to bed would take longer. Truth be told, Logan was willing to go to the ends of the world for you. There was no use in forcing anything.
At present, the bulge amid his legs becomes even more noticeable as you get off his lap, playing with his belt. âCan I?â you ask him, amazed at how straightforward youâre being.
Logan stares at you, so far panting, lust glowing in his eyes. âShit, youâre gonna be the death of me,â he mutters as he helps you undress him. His worn out jeans end up pooling around his ankles, and you locate yourself in between his legs.Â
Youâre on your knees, hands folded in front of you. Suddenly, it hits you, the shame of it all. How badly you want him, how desperate you are to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. How many nights youâve dreamt of this moment, unable to stop that unbearable need of touching yourself every time you thought about pleasuring him.
Thatâs what you truly want. For him to use you.
âWhatâs wrong, princess? Weâve talked about this a lot of times. You know what to do,â you canât help but stare at his crotch as you listen to him, and then he raises your chin with his finger, your lips parting unconsciously. You blink slowly at him, eyelashes fluttering together. At last, he seems to understand what youâre trying to tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, that cocky grin of his taking place where it belongs. âYou want me to guide you, donât you? Want me to tell you what to do? Know you like it when I go a bit off the rails.â
You moan at his words, squeezing your eyes shut and nuzzling your cheek up against his palm. Slick gathers in your panties as you push your thighs together. âPlease. Tell me what to do.â
âTake it out,â he instructs you, and you do as youâre told. Grabbing him by the base, you pull his cock out of his briefs. He twitches in your hand, and heâs so, so incredibly big.Â
You stroke him once, testing the feeling. This you know how to do. Youâve given him hand jobs millions of times, although this one feels particularly different from the others.
He takes hold of your fist, applying a bit of pressure. âIâm sorry, baby. I think you got it all wrong. Iâm the one who makes the calls here, okay?â he grunts, his brows knitted, and you only nod, salivating at the sight of his cock already leaking precum at the tip. Logan licks his lips, curling his hand around yours. âYou do as I say. Now, stroke me. Nice. And. Slow,â he punctuates each of his words by moving both your hand and his in unison around his length. âThatâs it, darling. You just need someone to boss you around from time to time, ainât I right?â
One thing to know about Logan: heâs so full of himself on a daily basis, but he just gets worse in bed.
âMy mouth,â you hover your lips over the head of his cock, all shiny and soft. He has let you go, both of his arms now flexed behind his head, as if he were appreciating how pathetic you must look on your knees, begging for him to allow you to taste him. âLet me.â
âNot yet,â his hips follow your tormenting pace, seeking the warmth that your skin radiates. He grits his teeth, biting his lower lip. Youâve no idea how a man so strong can become putty in your hands like this. âGreedy girl. Iâm beginning to think youâve set me up. Only a slut would get so worked up about having a cock in her mouth. What happened to my innocent girl? Gone with the wind, huh?â
âPlease, Lo. I need it so bad,â you are whining, peppering his thighs with kisses. You inhale his musky scent, getting dizzy. âGive it to me. Iâll be good.â
Out of nowhere, Logan grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to arch your back. He scrutinizes your face, studying your blissed out demeanor. âI donât doubt that. Iâm sure youâll be good. Otherwise, weâll keep on trying. We have all night, and you have a good memory, just need to put it to use,â as he taps your lower lip with his tip, you catch him smirking. He repeats that same motion until he has you shivering from the excitement of being stuffed. âShow me how much you need it. Go easy on it at first, okay? Donât want you choking beforehand.â
Youâre more than happy to comply.
Your tongue darts out to lick at his head, enveloping it between your lips. The salty taste of his precum invades your tastebuds, and you moan as you trace the veins of his cock with the pad of your thumb. âTastes so good, Lo,â your voice sounds distant, almost unrecognizable to your own ears.
âI know, bub. Such a nice fucking mouth, canât believe youâve never done this before. I guess youâre a natural,â shaky fingers place a strand of hair behind your ears, patting your head as if you were a dog in heat. âDo you feel like bobbing your head a little?â he asks you, and you prepare yourself, attaching your mouth to his head once again. âGood. Thatâs good.â
With that being said, Logan fists your hair once again and shoves your face down, his hard cock tickling your throat. Your whines and his rapid breaths are the only sounds to be heard in your bedroom. He grins as he takes in the sight of you. âOh, sweetheart. You look so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,â his index finger taps your cheek and he feels the outline of his own cock. âYou know I can smell you, right? Youâre fucking soaked, baby. Think youâll leave a stain on the carpet? Youâd clean it off with your tongue, wouldnât you?â
You have no idea how heâs coming up with these things, but youâre far from annoyed. In fact, youâve never been this wet. Your underwear must be ruined at this point, and you wish Logan would tell you to touch yourself.
After some minutes of bobbing your head up and down, he pulls you off his cock and you breathe through your mouth for the first time in a while. As you gasp for air, Logan kisses you, tasting himself. He massages the back of your neck, his cock throbbing between the two of you. âYou tired?â
Your glossy eyes widen. Shaking your head, you go for his balls this time, sucking one of them while toying with the other. Logan buries his hands in your hair for what must be the hundredth time in the night, unable to stop himself. âF-fuck, thatâs it. A pretty girl like you just gets what she needs,â he praises you, and you return to his length, taking as many inches as you can without hurting yourself. Tears shimmer in your eyes, yet you canât bring yourself to care about that detail. Youâre far too focused on Loganâs grunts and growls. âKeep that up and Iâll come. You heard me? Youâre gonna make me fucking come, bub.â
His words ignite a fire inside you. You use your hands, your mouth, everything that you have to pleasure him. Heâs getting closer and closer, thighs shaking when you pay special attention to his tip. Logan responds to each of your movements, and as you feel every coherent thought fly out the window, you try to take him all the way down your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. He cants his hips up, brutally fucking your mouth. Like a dog without a leash, Logan seems to get lost in the warmth that envelopes his cock, chasing his own release. âYouâre such a good girl. My good girl. Nobody will fuck this mouth ever again. Iâll ruin you for any pathetic guy that tries to get in your pants. Youâre fucking mine, darling. Oh, f-fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-â
Youâre met with his happy trail once he spills his hot load inside your mouth. He keeps you trapped there, his cock twitching and spamming through the aftershocks of his orgasm. You donât think twice and swallow what heâs giving you. Some of his cum slips from your lips, falling directly onto the carpet. Even Logan seems surprised when he doesnât stop coming.
He helps you stand up after a moment, kissing you as soon as he gets the chance. He licks into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your hips. Logan lifts his eyebrows, relishing how cock-drunk you must look. âI think you nearly killed me. And thatâs a lot to say coming from someone who cannot fucking die.â
You plaster a smile on your face, hugging his wide frame. âSo, was I okay?â
His jaw goes slack, and he lowers his head to capture your lips in another kiss. âYou were fantastic. I could easily get hard again just from thinking about it,â his fingers trace the buttons of your shirt, tugging at the fabric of it. âWhat if you let me focus on yourself for a while? Youâve already done enough, baby. Let me take care of you,â he rubs his hands on your thighs, reaching for your drenched panties. âPerhaps we could try something else today. That pussyâs begging to be fucked.âÂ
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but daddy i love him [guilty as sin part two] | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x fem sainz!reader
when an unstoppable force (the sainz men when they feel aggrieved) meets an immovable object (charles and y/n)
MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
carlossainz55
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carlossainz55: never forget where you came from
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user100: insert cricket noises here
user101: who on your PR team said this was a good idea?
user102: they need to be fired, sorry not sorry
landonorris: i love your dad (tell him to stop beating me at golf)
carlossainz55: if he never lets me win he's definitely never letting you win
landonorris: so unfair i thought i was the third sainz sibling :(
carlossainz55: i'm an only child
landonorris: oh-
user103: i need this man to choke i'm being so serious rn
user104: that's so unbelievably fucked
user105: the fact his dad is probably co-signing this shit is insane that's YOUR DAUGHTER
user106: also someone give lando a lil slap around he's on the wrong side of history on this one
yourusername: scandal does funny things to pride
carlossainz55: if the scandal is betraying your family that's all you
yourusername: if we're talking about betrayal then that's your specialist subject mr. i've cheated on every girl i've ever been with - and while we're on the topic of betrayal, yes i was the one who told them
carlossainz55: i've never cheated why are you stooping to lies?
yourusername: you did it right in front of my face when i was a part of this family
carlossainz55: so you've always been comfortable going behind my back
yourusername: that's the thing, when you're treated like you don't exist by your family you learn that blood is not thicker than water
carlossainz55: i can't wait for charles to cheat on you
yourusername: btw i already called marca, they know any of those allegations from you or dad are false - good luck!
user10: obvs i know they should be doing this in private but MORE DRAMA FOR ME BABY LETS KEEP THIS GOING
user107: thank you for the validation y/n i KNEW THE SHIT STIRRING COMING FROM THAT PAPER WAS THE SAINZ CAMP
user108: and they've got the nerve to be talking about stooping - the call is coming from inside the house
maxverstappen1: ugly twins
carlossainz55: really?
maxverstappen1: i said what i said and i mean what i said
carlossainz55: i would say she's not going to fuck you bro but you really never know with her
maxverstappen1: she would never, homewrecking is a trait only the male sainzs seem to have
user109: OOP
user110: max is a real lestappen queen fighting the battles he knows charles can't
yourusername
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yourusername: if you know within one glimpse, its legendary
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user114: i love how she goes from fighting her brother in one comment section to just showing off her hot bf
user115: tbf charles does have a face you'd go to war for so i get her
user116: i'd abandon my family for that face
yourusername: finally someone who fucking gets it
charles_leclerc: you made me believe in love at first sight
yourusername: awwwwww you're such a sweet talker the REAL smooth operator
pierregasly: i can verify it was love at first sight cause the man did not SHUT THE FUCK UP about you well... ever
charles_leclerc: is it a crime to love my girlfriend?
pierregasly: apparently!
yourusername: he's too cute to go to jail :(
charles_leclerc: they'd ruin me
yourusername: that's my job đ€š
pierregasly: you keep that to yourselves
user117: does this girl need to shade carlos on every single fucking post... yeah we get it he's the only reason you're relevant but god you reek of desperation
oscarpiastri: is this carlos' burner account?
user118: are the grid just sat around waiting to be tagged in to the fight against carlos?
oscarpiastri: what's he going to do? crash into me? he does that every weekend anyway
user119: uh oh carlos oscar is finally fighting back off track what are you going to do
user120: don't worry i'm sure he'll post a selfie with lando and try the whole carlando shtick to get some more PR points
maxverstappen1: oh this was not the shit slinging post i was hoping for
yourusername: something tells me you're having way too much fun with this
maxverstappen1: yeah you might have been abandoned by your family but have YOU considered that this is letting me express all my mean girl energy off track so i am level-headed on track
maxverstappen1: actually i don't even think i'm being mean tbf
yourusername: i'm glad my suffering could be your therapy
carlossainz55: BOO HOO you're not suffering ... it's something called the consequences of your actions (read: actions being a snakey slut)
yourusername: bro over here acting like i committed fratricide
maxverstappen1: TAP ME IN
maxverstappen1: not this man talking about the consequences of actions. kids, here's a little life lesson: if you spend all your time at your current job talking about how you have a much better job waiting for you and how you're too big for this job and plant stories about your co-workers, you can't be surprised that that same job doesn't want to keep you
carlossainz55: i am better than charles
yourusername: lying is a sin
maxverstappen1: and you're going straight to hell
user121: you guys might be mourning the loss of charlos (whatever the fuck that is) but i'm celebrating the absolute shit ton of LESTAPPEN we're getting
user122: max was like oh my bff is dating charles here's my excuse to be nice about him again
user123: if we're being real here the biggest crime of this whole situation is the fact that charles can't really dig the knife in
user124: @ silvia i have maybe ÂŁ4.50 and a greggs sausage roll to my name but PLEASE LET CHARLES TAP IN
f1
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f1: f1... the sport that gives you just as much drama off track as we do on track!
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user125: at this point even before the whole carlos ousting his sister i think oscar was about đđ» this close to rocking carlos nascar style we should let him do it
user126: i will personally pay his legal fees tbh
oscarpiastri: i'm only 23 i don't need two F1-related legal cases to my name
yourusername: i've watched legally blonde about ten billion times let me represent you
oscarpiastri: yeah sounds legit
user127: THAT'S IT WE NEED PROXIMITY CHAT IN F1
user128: the way we know there was a shit talking session like no other after this race
maxverstappen1: i don't kiss and tell but well - yes!
user128: okay since this is clearly a safe space... who was there please spill mr. verstappen
maxverstappen1: ME! charles, pierre, oscar, checo, alex and george!
user128: why the fuck were the last two there?
georgerussell63: i was on official GDPA duty đ€
alexalbon: that's a lie we're just very nosey
yourusername: they're the biggest PTA moms ever don't even lie
georgerussell63: yes i'll make allergy friendly cupcakes for the bake sale but i'll also spit in them and gossip about your cheating husband - sorry about it!
alexalbon: he's not
georgerussell63: i'm not
user129: carlos slagging off y/n but she's really brought the grid together
user130: george and alex being like we do not care about that but we do want the latest scoop
alexalbon: oh don't get it twisted we're firmly team y/n
user131: we even got the f1 admin in on the drama
carlossainz55: she's probably fucking them as well
yourusername: BORING get a new bit babe
carlossainz55: if i see whore i'm going to say whore
yourusername: aren't you still in that damn stewards office?
carlossainz55: tell your little lap dog to keep his front wing away from my car and maybe i wouldn't
oscarpiastri: suck my dick
yourusername: now that's true poetry
user132: oH!
yourusername
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yourusername: florida !!!!!!!!!!! is one hell of a drug. no seriously what is in the water here i keep picking up these little guys everywhere i go
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user135: she's really like i AM spanish and i will colonise this grid
user136: stealing all the lil cuties for her cause
oscarpiastri: proud to be a part of this weird little circus thing we've got going on
yourusername: oh dibs on ring master
logansargent: i feel like my name is written all over tight rope walking
yourusername: okay yes skinny legend
maxverstappen1: obvs we're a cruelty free circus so no lions but if there were lions, that's me babe
maxverstappen1: SOME people could learn... cough, cough trophy hunters
charles_leclerc: idk i'll just take the one where i can sit there and be pretty
yourusername: and you would be the best at it
oscarpiastri: which one does the least? i'll take that one
user137: bro can we slow the fuck down i was just getting over osc telling carlos to suck his dick now we're talking CIRCUS?
user138: for real couldn't it have at least been cabaret i wanna see ALL of that
charles_leclerc: đ€š
carlossainz55: i think a circus is a perfect way to describe your desperate attempt to stay relevant
yourusername: don't you have a job to go to? oh wait...
carlossainz55: as if i'm threatened by a group with the likes of logan sargent in it
logansargent: bit harsh, i'm a nice guy (unlike some)
yourusername: carlos here's a little bit of a wild thing i'm about to introduce to you.... people have friends?
yourusername: also you WISH you had a face card like logie
carlossainz55: i have friends?
yourusername: no you have PR strategies, there's a difference
carlossainz55: bro learnt the word PR and ran with it
yourusername: tell me one person who would let you crash on their couch?
yourusername: QUICKLY.
fernandoalo_oficial: and don't even think about mentioning me
user139: she hit him with the bianca del rio
user140: OOP and also nando just popping up out of nowhere to diss carlos and never say anything again
charles_leclerc: the drug in question being puppy fever
maxverstappen1: tell me you didn't get a dog
yourusername: boy do i have news for you
carlossainz55: are you trying to baby trap him
yourusername: first woman in history to birth a dog you heard it here first
charles_leclerc: you simply can't be babytrapped when you would literally jump off a bridge if asked to
user141: @myboyfriend TAKE NOTES HONEY ^^^
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: two kids in one month? someone stop us
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user142: y/n really lost an apartment and a brother and gained about 27 f1 drivers and a dog
user143: glow up of the century some might say
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yourusername: soz it's a coping mechanism
charles_leclerc: and that's okay <3
maxverstappen1: anything to help with that emotional CONSTIPATION
yourusername: have you tried to live with those narcissistic and emotionally unavailable men?
maxverstappen1: you're asking the wrong person that question honey
yourusername: girl are WE good?
maxverstappen1: no
yourusername: BUT THAT'S OKAY
charles_leclerc: not to rain on this parade but i think therapy would really be a positive move here
user144: i feel bad for charles cause i know these hoes are the type to just tell each other EXACTLYYYYY when they make poor decisions
maxverstappen1: true, no smart bitches would let their bff live with THAT man
yourusername: and let their bff constantly chat shit and ruin their image
maxverstappen1: can't ruin my image if i'm spitting FACTS
user145: max will nawt let this go
maxverstappen1: i'll forget you but i'll never forgive the smallest man who ever lived
yourusername: GIRL
maxverstappen1: whoops, one sec. spoiler alert: y/n unleased poetry. trigger warning: c*rlos s*inz
olliebearman: ollie bearman erasure
charles_leclerc: GASP OLLIE I AM SO SORRY
yourusername: no he actually is he's crying
charles_leclerc: it's the pregnancy hormones
olliebearman: it's okay i swear
charles_leclerc: I'M A TERRIBLE FATHER
carlossainz55: i could've told you that for free
olliebearman: why are you in our family buisness
user146: charles is channelling all of his carlos rage through ollie oh my
olliebearman: i am a happy conduit for my father who is in the ferrari PR jail
yourusername: can we send carlos here and throw away the key?
user147: charles is really out there like keep my girl's name out of your mouth cause even the bitch who stole your seat for a weekend is my SON
user148: y/n wasn't joking about with this grid domination
user149: but also i'm glad all of this fun stuff is happening amongst all of the shit that's been thrown at her from her family
oscarpiastri: a leclerc and proud (i race like my dad and throw shade like my mum)
yourusername: the best way to be
charles_leclerc: proud of you, you're such a good dog brother :)
oscarpiastri: i've just learnt to be patient after alpine and lando
yourusername: you still took your shoes being leo's personal bathroom really well
oscarpiastri: he's too cute to be mad at
yourusername
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yourusername: first mother's day with my boys
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user150: gonna enjoy this super wholesome post before... he... ruins it
user151: manifesting a y/n post without that bitter old hag in the comment section
charles_leclerc: the best mother for our fur baby and our miscellaneous other children
yourusername: only the best with you :(
charles_leclerc: ugh i love you so much
yourusername: i love you even more
user152: they're so fucking cute
user153: damn carlos i too would be angry if my baby sister and my teammate outshined my third PR relationship in six months
user154: the sainz family have generational levels of hating, but one does it for good (poetry) and one does it for bad (anything carlos ever says)
oscarpiastri: happiest mother's day to my grid mum! here's to reading them to filth xx
yourusername: OSC!! i always knew you were my favourite aussie
danielricciardo: did my enchante PR mean nothing?
yourusername: i mean i wear it all of the time... but it's osc ...
danielricciardo: true, i broke my hand before i could even think of accidentally hurting him
user155: also babe is looking so unbothered, moisturised and free we need the skin care routine
oscarpiastri: the tears of carlos sainz
yourusername: and cleansing your life of toxic family members
user156: okay clearly oscar was done with the whole "i'm so chill" bit cause since his adoption by charles and y/n he's been non stop on carlos' neck
oscarpiastri: i'm a ride or die for my mum cry about it
maxverstappen1: as the kids would say ... mother is mothering? @olliebearman did i do it right?
charles_leclerc: stop trying to steal my kids
maxverstappen1: BRO I'M TRYING TO COMPLIMENT YOUR GIRLFRIEND
charles_leclerc: that's literally my job đ€š
yourusername: tbf i'll take as many compliments as i can
charles_leclerc: are mine not enough?
yourusername: when you've got a self esteem this low, you gotta take what you can get
charles_leclerc: oh :(
user157: max and y/n fighting over who trauma dumps more about their upbringing
carlossainz55: this bit is very tiring. you'll be a terrible mother and all these people you think are your friends will drop you as soon as they know who you really are.
yourusername: you done?
carlossainz55: as you loveeeee to point out, i don't have much to lose anymore so i really wouldn't test me
yourusername: trying to make me homeless and stealing all of my money wasn't enough?
carlossainz55: charles will know the truth soon enough and you won't have us to come crying to
yourusername: i'll take those chances thank you
user158: hold ON what do you mean stole all her money
yourusername: i was never allowed my own bank account so all my earnings have gone to them!
user159: okay that's it WE RIDE AT DAWN
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note: oh girl life has been BUSY!!! i just got a new job and have been looking desperately for a flat to move out to. also i've had family visiting and going here, there and everywhere. but i hope you enjoy! this was a lil more light-hearted lol (until the end) so enjoy the addition of the leclerc family lore xx
ALSO i wanted to say a massive THANK YOU FOR 6,000 FOLLOWERS love you all <3
note: hiii extra note from me here. first, i will fix this tag list at some point idk why it's not working rn. secondly, i have been made aware by multiple people that there is a series just like this one down to characters and the name of the series on here and i can't lie i'm bummed about it. as i said on the first part (?) this is an idea i've had since the release of TTPD (and people will back me up on this) so it bums me out that there are blatant copies coming out! i'm all for inspiration but sometimes there's a difference between taking inspo and copying especially when my masterlist was posted ages ago and my first part was posted on the 9th of may.... anyways that's all i have to say! enjoy xx
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title: i've changed, won't you see?
pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader
summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.
tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread
(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)
wc: ~4k
your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.
they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.
"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"
"quirkless don't do anything."
your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"
in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..
once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.
blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.
were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.
but katsuki remembered so much more.
the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?
his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.
he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.
he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?
finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.
you didn't respond to them either.
katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.
he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.
one that wouldn't disappear.
he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?
but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.
your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.
your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.
the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.
you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.
you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.
yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.
he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.
everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.
that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.
with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.
because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.
he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.
"[name], uh-- this is your work."
you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.
he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,
and he couldn't even apologize.
- - -
U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.
as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.
nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.
katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.
he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.
but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.
he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.
a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.
you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.
he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.
he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.
he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.
"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.
as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.
he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."
he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."
"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"
his heart jumped into his throat.
"uh.. we did."
"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"
"i definitely don't think so."
"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."
"uh-- i--"
"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.
it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.
he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.
he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."
your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.
"i know this is a lot but,
can we be friends?"
he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.
in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.
he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.
"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."
he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.
he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.
after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.
"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.
"what makes you ask?"
"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."
she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."
"then i'll take you."
"you don't have t--"
"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."
"i..
okay, okay bakugo."
"katsuki."
you smiled, "katsuki."
going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.
he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.
you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.
he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.
a penthouse.
as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.
you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.
he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."
the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.
"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"
at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"
you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.
"of course i want you to come,
katsuki."
you signed his name differently than other times,
you'd finally made a name for him.
he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.
but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."
"okay, that's good."
"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.
you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.
"sure, okay."
he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.
the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.
he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.
but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.
"'suki. g'morning."
his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."
after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.
"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.
he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."
and he did walk you home, hand in hand.
those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.
he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?
is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?
he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.
he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.
he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.
it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.
on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.
the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.
also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.
you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.
you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.
you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.
what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.
you'd never been so happy.
the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.
the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.
you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.
you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.
the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.
your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.
you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.
you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.
a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.
you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.
"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.
"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.
the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.
your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.
your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.
your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.
"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.
"kats--"
"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.
"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.
i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.
that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.
i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.
not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.
i guess what i'm trying to say is..
sorry, and.. i love you [name].
you don't have to--"
he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.
it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.
"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.
and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.
i really care for you too katsuki."
the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.
your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.
seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.
he thinks he was born to make you happy.
the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.
a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.
"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."
"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."
he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.
he wished he pushed you more.
he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.
you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.
you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.
but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.
you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.
katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.
he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.
why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.
when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..
scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.
it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.
you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?
you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.
after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..
until he saved you from yourself.
you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.
but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.
he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.
you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"
you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.
you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.
little did you know, he was thinking about you too.
the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.
it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.
"can i come in?"
you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.
"katsuki i--"
"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.
"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.
it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."
"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."
"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."
a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.
"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."
he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.
he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.
"wanna take this back to my place?"
he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.
you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.
he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.
he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.
he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.
...
but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.
he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,
and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.
you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.
he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,
with a kiss.
#watched this the other day and cried again#lilac speaksê§#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo#bakugo x y/n#bakugo katuski#bakugo x you#bakugo fluff#katsuki x you#bakugo drabble#mha x you#bakugo oneshot#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki
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My dash is making me wanna watch The X-Files again
#tbh I only got a couple seasons in before I lost interest the first time#but that's okay cuz it was an enjoyable couple seasons#anyone else ever notice that fans of shows get attitudes when you don't watch the whole thing?#like sorry but my not continuing to watch it doesn't take away from my enjoyment and appreciation of the parts I did watch#I mean I understand that doing complex meta and such might not be viewed with the same weight as someone who's seen the whole thing#but that's not what I'm talking about#I've had people tell me I'm not a fan of things because I didn't watch the whole thing#and sure I'm not a fan of the whole thing#but I'm a fan of what I watched y'know?#sometimes I stop watching because it does stop being enjoyable (hello SPN)#sometimes I stop watching because it gets to be Too Much (American Horror Story represent)#sometimes I stop watching because Autism Brain decides the Vibes Are Wrong (DS9 I promise one day...)#sometimes I stop watching because the ADHD hits and I can't focus anymore (SG-1 and X-Files there are you are)#whatever my reason for stopping it doesn't mean I'm not a fan of the show#it just means I stopped watching#this went waaayyyyy off topic#anyway#Nic speaks#Nic speaks in tags
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jump then fall (into you) | part 1
banner by the talented @jimilterâ đ
pairing â jungkook x reader
genre â cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut
word count â 52k (split into 3 parts | pt 1. 24k)
18+ | warnings â swearing, drinking, sexual content: foreplay, oral m. and f., nipple play, protected sex etc.
summary â bringing Jungkook along as your date to your exâs lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first â all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong⊠then Jungkookâs ex shows up and all of a sudden youâre in a years long relationship with him. You donât mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?
note. i'm backkkkk...?! with a disclaimer too:
Iâve been writing this on and off for pretty much two years so 1. it's not proofread bc i have not got the attention span to do that for 50k+ and I never got to read over what I previously wrote before working on it again so it might be a bit mismatchedâŠ? 2. I canât say Iâm hugely happy with this fic because it wasnât a continuous workflow, it just doesnât match the standards I have for myself but i tried and Iâll do better for the next ones which Iâm excited about ;)
please interact and tell me how you find it! <3 it's been forever and i've missed you all đ„ș
due to tumblr text post limitations, Iâve had to publish in three parts â links for part 2 + 3 can be found at the end.
 â  a part of the seven seas collab hosted by the wonderful yannie @ressjeon đđ„° two years late but I made it :â)
part 1
âGosh, Y/N, itâs a three week trip, youâre not going for a year!âÂ
The frustration in Jungkookâs voice has you whipping around, a pair of Valentinoâs in one hand, Manoloâs in the other. âItâs Alexâs wedding cruise, Jungkook. Everyone and their parents are going to be there, mine included!âÂ
âNot mine!â he huffs, putting the last of your swimsuits into the suitcase open in front of him. You donât blame him for being so frustrated, after all, he has been folding your clothes for the last hour while his single suitcase sits ready to go downstairs in the foyer.Â
âActually in case youâve forgotten,â you start, stepping carefully through the piles of clothes in your massive closet to go towards him, âmy mom has fed and even bathed you once after that time you wet yourself, so technically sheâs as good as yours too.â
âThat was one time, and I barely even remember it so it doesnât count.â
âI do,â you smile, coming to stop in front of him.Â
He sighs, looking down at the stilettos youâre holding. âWeâve been packing for hours already, you shouldâve done this nights ago if it was gonna take this long.â
Now itâs you whoâs sighing. âItâs been an hour not hours, besides weâre almost done now.â
Jungkook arches his brow, folding his arms in front of him. âThen whatâre all your clothes doing on the floor?â
âThey just need to go in one of the suitcases,â you smile. âSee, weâre almost done.â
Unconvinced, Jungkook looks around at the mess but eventually nods. âFine, but you can finish yourself, Iâm going to eatââ
âNo, wait, you canât leave me!â you exclaim, reaching for Jungkook as your eyes go wide as a doe.
Telltale traces of a smile on Jungkookâs features let you know he was expecting this. He looks down at you, a loose curl hanging over his forehead. There was once a time when you were the taller one, but that only lasted a few years before Jungkook got in a good few inches between you.Â
Both of you were just turning six when you first met although it always felt like Jungkook was a little younger to you in the first few years of your friendship, probably because of his naturally introverted nature which he more often steps out of when he feels comfortable to do so. But back then, he was just a wide eyed six year old who hid behind his mother as she came to work on her first day at the estate you call home.Â
Knowing Jungkook was the same age as you and from a single parent household, your mom suggested that he could stay with you instead of his mom needing to hire someone to look after him while she worked. That was probably one of the best things that ever happened to the both of you. Jungkook became a better friend to you than many of those at your private school full of elementary school kids who wished they were ten years older than they were, and as the years went on there was nothing you didnât do together.Â
Naturally, your family got to know Jungkook well and being the little smartass heâs always been, Jungkook impressed your father so much that he helped him to apply for a scholarship position as you moved into high school. Of course Jungkook got in, and though it was only a partial scholarship, your father insisted on paying the rest of his fees which his mother found hard to accept but Jungkook promised your father to pay him back in the future. Fast forward a little more than a decade and Jungkook has paid back all of the fees thanks to being CEO of an affluent software company developed from his love of gaming.Â
He struggles to fight his smile and you can see heâs contemplating going down or not, having to choose between food or you. âWhat do you even need me for?â he asks, taking the smallest step closer, so small you donât even notice.Â
âFashion advice?â you shrug, keeping an iron-like grip on his arms.Â
He narrows his eyes. âYou told me my fashion style is shit.â
âWas,â you correct, sliding your hands up his arms and down his chest with a satisfied smile. âNow is different though, Iâve rubbed off on you.â You glance down at his figure too, checking out his outfit.Â
Jungkook chuckles as he follows your gaze. âWhy would you need my help when you have yourself then, hm?â
Pouting at him, your arms slip around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. âYouâre Mr Muscle, who else is gonna help me carry all this stuff?â
He pouts back sarcastically. âIs princess gonna break a heel if she carries her own suitcase?â
As you shrug, your brows remain furrowed. âMaybe, or a nail,â you say, letting one hand off his waist to show off a fresh manicure. As you wiggle your fingers ahead of him, he breaks into a smile.Â
âYou know you have a bunch of dudes in suits downstairs, just waiting to help you with this stuff. Iâm pretty sure itâs their job.âÂ
âYes, but they donât give me fashion advice like you do,â you respond with a cheeky wink.
Jungkook takes the heels youâre holding off of you. âHereâs some advice â pack light.â He throws the heels behind him somewhere in your closet, earning a frown from you as your eyes follow where they land in the middle of your blown out closet.Â
âFine,â you sigh, looking back up at him. âIâll lose the heels if you promise youâll stay with me now.â
As a small smile grows on his lips, Jungkookâs arms find their way around your waist too. âOnly if you promise youâll make me a sandwich before we go?â His smile grows knowingly as he gives in to your charm â youâve always found itâs easy to encourage Jungkook to go along with whatever you want, he just canât seem to say no to you.Â
âPB and J?â you ask with a smile that matches his.
He nods once, eyes shimmering as he still gazes at you.Â
âOf all the foods you could ask for, itâs always PB and J,â you laugh.
He shrugs, letting go as you move to finish packing. âThereâs nothing else I want.â
Arching a brow, you throw a few pairs of linen pants towards one of the suitcases in your closet. âWe literally have a live-in chef, you know, Frederico, the guy you have a secret handshake with?â
âYes, what of him?â Jungkook says huffing.Â
âAnd you still want PB and J when he can make you anything?â
Jungkook steps towards your suitcase and picks up a pair of pants to roll. âI know that, but I just need some food in me and quick, so the simple option is best.â
Stepping forward, you take the pants off of him and roll them yourself. âIf you would be patient enough to wait a few more minutes then you could have a sandwich thatâll fill you up for longer than half an hour.â
âAnd if you didnât have more clothes than half the country combined then we would probably already be on our way to the airport,â Jungkook responds sassily, cocking his head.
âDonât get smart with me or I wonât make your sandwich,â you sass back.
âIâll just ask Freddie to make it for me and you donât get Mr Muscle.â
Grumbling, you shove the rolled pants back into his hands as he laughs, taking them to place in one of the open suitcases. Not long after, all of your suitcases are packed and in the car, ready to go.Â
The drive to the airport takes a little under an hour and upon arriving, the car takes you straight to the jet. Apparently you did take a little too long packing as your mom so pointedly lets you know after arriving, but luckily for you thereâs a few others missing from the families youâre taking the jet with. With time to kill, Jungkook and you have a few idle chats with the others, most of whom you went to school with so the conversation comes easily but eventually you settle into the seats opposite your parents.Â
âHow was your drive here, darling?â your mom asks while closing her bag after a little skin TLC.Â
âIt was fine,â you answer, pulling out your own bag full of the skincare you deemed necessary to carry for the plane trip.Â
âAnd how did you find it, Jungkook?âÂ
Jungkook shrugs. âIt was good.â
âLovely,â she smiles. âItâs going to be a wonderful trip.â
From beside her, your dad sighs, putting away his tablet. âDo we know how long the flight is to Marbella?â
âOh, honey,â your mom frowns disapprovingly. âDonât be such a grumpy lump before weâre even in the air.â
Jokingly, your father looks at Jungkook and you, and then gives your mom a side eye. âI just had a few important meetings that Chris accidentally scheduled for today so Iâm wondering if I could still make them online.â
Dismissively, your mom waves her hand. âNo work talk, weâre here to enjoy ourselves.â
âAlright, youâre right,â your dad concedes. âMaybe to start we could get a few drinks then, eh?â He raises his brow at Jungkook who approves with a big smile and both of them flag down a flight attendant.Â
Once thereâs a drink in everyoneâs hand, your parents settle into conversation with Jungkook and you.Â
âSo are you excited to see Alex, Y/N?â your father asks.Â
âAbsolutely,â you smile. âThough I think Iâm more excited to see Sophia and Alias, itâs been a long time since Iâve gotten to spend time with them.â
âOh, Jungkook, you must be excited to see Sophia too,â your mom says with a bit of a cheeky smile.
Jungkook chuckles nervously, glancing at you though youâre sporting the same smile as your mother. âI mean, yeah, weâre good friends.â
âWell if you werenât, things would be pretty awkward,â your dad laughs before helping himself to some food he ordered with the drinks.Â
âYeah,â Jungkook mutters, managing a small laugh.
âOh come on, guys,â you laugh, nudging him. âSheâs happy youâre coming too.â
He nods appreciatively before taking a sip of his drink. âItâs her parents Iâm more worried about.â
At this, your mom laughs too. âOh, Leon and Helena love you really, dear, itâs all just for a laugh.â She leans forwards and squeezes his hand with her usual tender smile. âThough if it really bothers you, we could have a word with them, without letting on itâs coming from you of course.â
Smiling, Jungkook shakes his head. âThanks, thatâs really sweet of you but itâs alright, I can take the daggers I get from them,â he chuckles. âAfter all, what I did was pretty awful.â
âYou were sixteen,â you say, patting on the last of your moisturiser.Â
He shrugs. âI know, but sheâs their little princess.â He looks across at you and then glances at your parents. âItâs like someone doing that to you, your parents would be mad.âÂ
At that, your father hums in agreement.
âHeck, Iâd be mad,â Jungkook adds.Â
Looking at him, he shrugs again and smiles. Before you can say anything, he carries on. âSixteen or not, I literally left Sophia on one of the most important nights of her life.â
âYeah, it was pretty awful at the time,â you sigh, remembering the night as clear as day.
Almost ten years ago now, the night of both yours and Sophiaâs entry into society, the debutante ball. For you, the night was a bit of a blur with it being the first night Alex and you made things official in your relationship, sealing it with a first kiss and many more that evening. It was a magical and whimsical night, and although Alex and you didnât last, your love for each other still remains as best friends and you couldnât be happier for him getting married to his dream girl now.Â
For Sophia, the night went a little differently... She'd had a crush on Jungkook for a while since, being Alexâs younger sister, sheâd seen him often with you. After he found out, he asked her to be her escort to the ball. She of course said yes and everything seemed to be going perfectly until the moment Jungkook was supposed to escort her down the stairs but he had completely disappeared. Sophia was left all alone and completely embarrassed, even after Alias, the ever caring older brother, stepped in and acted as her escort. Jungkook still hasnât told you the reason he left so abruptly that night. All you remember is not being able to reach him the whole weekend, even when you tried going to his house he was never home. When you finally saw him, he told you he didnât want to talk about it so you didnât.Â
Of course, everyone else forgot about the incident and even Sophia forgave him after he apologised profusely and endlessly, but Mr and Mrs Cirillo were less forgiving for a while, but after many years itâs just become a joke between them. The fact that heâs invited on the cruise just shows itâs all in the past now.Â
However that doesnât mean Mr and Mrs Cirillo ever pass up an opportunity to remind him of the pastâŠÂ
âItâs lovely to see you, Y/N, dear,â Mrs Cirillo says, bringing you in for a hug.Â
Mr Cirillo stands behind her, taking your hand as soon as his wife lets go. âHow was the flight here?â
âIt was good, I slept for most of it really.â Stepping away, you turn to look at Jungkook as he approaches them with a meek smile.
Mrs Cirillo smiles back, her words carrying a playful lilt. âThere he is, the heartbreaker.â
Jungkook lowers his head at that and you can see his nose scrunching a little. âThatâs me, unfortunately,â he says, stepping into Mrs Cirilloâs arms for a brief hug.Â
When he takes Mr Cirilloâs hand to shake, the older man shows the same playfulness as his wife. âNice to see you again, Jungkook. My favourite and least favourite man on board.âÂ
Jungkook chuckles and Mr Cirillo pulls him in for a hug. âStay out of trouble, yes?âÂ
âOf course,â Jungkook smiles, stepping away to stand next to you as your parents walk out onto the main deck.
Their eyes light up as the old friends all greet each other and you take Jungkookâs hand and slip away together before you get roped into a conversation.Â
âYou alright?â you ask casually as you scan the people all on the deck.
âGood, thanks,â he responds with a gentle squeeze of your hand. He knows that you know how he finds it a little tedious sometimes every time Sophiaâs parents mention the past, but he knows he messed up so he doesnât ever complain about it. In a way, it annoys you when the Cirilloâs always mention it but you know itâs not your place to say anything, especially if Jungkook hasnât said anything.Â
Looking around, you take in many of the familiar faces while scanning the crowds for Alex or one of his siblings. Thereâs no unfamiliar faces on this part of the deck, and seeing all the waiters walking around offering canapĂ©s and drinks, you realise the Cirilloâs mustâve rented out this part of the deck. The excited buzz amongst everyone extends to you as you turn to look out past the balcony towards the sea, stepping towards it and taking Jungkook with you.Â
Taking a deep breath of the fresh sea, enjoying the warmth glowing from the sun as a steady breeze blows. Exhaling, you turn around to Jungkook beaming.Â
It seems like he was already watching you, waiting as though he knows youâre gonna say something now. Seeing you smile, his corner of his lips turn too. âItâs pretty, isnât it?â
âVery,â you nod, turning around to look out again, lowering the sunglasses from your head to stop from squinting.Â
âY/N!â A familiar voice calls your name and you turn around, breaking into the biggest smile when you see Alex approaching, his arms outstretched. âJungkook!âÂ
You meet him halfway, excitedly skipping into his hug. He hugs you tight, releasing a sigh as he lets go and hugs Jungkook. âGosh, itâs been so bloody long, Iâve missed you guys.âÂ
âMissed you more, buddy,â Jungkook smiles, patting Alexâs back before he lets go. âCongrats on the wedding too, weâre well excited to be here for you.â
Alex laughs, flashing his perfect pearly smile. âHonestly, Iâm happier to have you guys here. Half of the people here havenât even spoken to me in years.â He glances around before adding, âyou know how it is.âÂ
âMhm,â you nod, squeezing his arm. âYouâve got us though, weâre here for you every step of the way.âÂ
âThanks,â he responds, taking two drinks from a passing waiter to give to you both. âYou were allowed plus ones though, when do I get to meet them?â He looks across at both of you expectantly, though you see a subtle raise of his brow matched with a small smile that seems to hint he already knows the answer.
âWell, we didnât really get the chance to ask anyone,â Jungkook answers, looking sideways at you. âSo we just thought weâd come with each other.â
âAh.â The smile on Alexâs lips grows. âWhy am I not surprised?â
âBecause you know how busy weâve both been,â you say, shrugging lightly before taking a long sip of your drink.
âHm, thatâs it,â Alex says quietly.Â
âBOO!â Large hands tap your shoulders before the man himself jumps in front of you.Â
âAlias,â you squeal excitedly, returning the hug heâs already given you. Slightly more wild albeit still as focused as his younger brother, Alias is the eldest of the Cirillo siblings and has become more of an older brother to you over the years.
âYou look like youâve grown,â he says, moving back and beaming as he pulls Jungkook in for a hug. âBoth of you.â
âWe literally saw you like a month ago,â Jungkook chuckles.Â
âReally?â Alias raises his brows in surprise. âDamn, you kids grow fast.âÂ
âI could say the same thing about that moustache of yours,â you say.Â
He smiles smugly. âLooks good right?â
Shrugging, you lean against the balcony. âI think you looked better without it.â
Alias frowns, hand coming up to stroke his moustache subconsciously. âReally?â he asks, looking at you in time to see you raising your glass to your lips to hide your smile.Â
âI knew you liked it,â he laughs. âApparently a lot of people do.â
âAh, Alias, no one wants to know,â Alex grimaces at his older brother.
Before Alias can defend himself, Jungkook says, âI do.â Alex and you both look at him and he shrugs. âMight grow mine out.â
Alias laughs, throwing his arm around Jungkookâs shoulder. âCâmon buddy, Iâll tell you all about it.â
As Alias pulls him away, Alex steps to stand next to you and both of you watch them walk away with Alias talking in a hushed tone as though no one else can find out.Â
As you watch them walk away with a fond smile on your face, Alex turns to you. âSo, how have you been?â
Still absentmindedly watching Jungkook and Alias, you hum. âGreat.â
âHowâs work?â
âMm, I actually just secured a deal with Park Motors last week.â
Glancing at Alex, you see his brows raise. âImpressive.â
âYeah, it was a pretty big win for the company and dad was proud of me.âÂ
Alex smiles. âAnd were you proud of yourself?â
As Jungkookâs head disappears from the crowd, you turn to face Alex too, taking another sip of your drink. âI know people think Iâm just riding off my parentâs success, which yeah, itâs true for the most part, but after doing this all myself I was pretty proud.â
âGood,â he grins. âYou should be. You may be one of the most princess-ed girls I know,â he adds with a teasing lilt, âbut youâre also one of the most hard working.â
Laughing, you nudge him lightly. âThanks, I appreciate it.â
âYouâre welcome.â He leans against the balcony too, pulling down his shades as he turns towards the sea where the sun shines down on the horizon. âWhat about things with Jungkook?â
Shrugging, you take a small sip. âHeâs good.â
Alex glances at you from the corner of his eye with the curve of his lips growing. âHm, anything else?â
Levelling his face, you break into a smile. âOh, Alex, youâre never gonna let this go are you?â
He smiles, shaking his head. âNot as long as I see itâs there.âÂ
Straightening your expression a little, you tilt your head. âBut thereâs nothing there.â
âY/N, thereâs everything there,â he says, matching your tone.Â
âAlex, come on,â you say quietly, traces of a smile returning.Â
He shrugs. âI make a perfectly valid point.â
Turning towards the deck again, you sigh. âI donât see it.â
âI do!â Alex almost exclaims excitedly. âAnd I have for the longest time.â Letting out a small laugh, he puts his arm around you and squeezes gently. âHis big doe eyes used to torture me all the time when I was dating you.â
You canât help but laugh at that. Jungkook does have doe eyes but you donât remember seeing them often while dating Alex.Â
âSeriously,â Alex says, fighting his case onwards. âI dated you for what, almost a year I think and Iâve never seen anyone sulk for that long.â
âHe wasnât sulking.â
âListen, Iâm almost a married man now, Y/N, and I can tell you all the looks of loveâŠâ
When you arch a brow quizzically, Alex sighs and continues. âThat boy was sulking for weeks because he hated seeing you with someone else.â
âOh come on, maybe he had a crush in the past but heâs a grown man now and has had plenty of his own romances.â
Now itâs Alex whoâs looking at you with his brow raised. âLike who?â
It takes you a moment to think of a name but a few still come to mind. âRemember Alia, the intern from my dad's company?â you ask rather smugly, although Alexâs reaction shows no surprise.Â
âThe girl who he went out with like five times.â
You shrug. âThat counts for something.
âIt really doesnât,â Alex says matter-of-factly. âAnyway, who else?â
âHmmm⊠ooh, Rachel, that super hot secretary!â
âY/N, that was a one night stand, it literally doesnât count.â
Sighing, you rack your memory for more, and then comes the answer. âValentina.â
Alex almost snorts, prompting you to frown at him.
âWhat?â you question. âThat was a real romance, there were feelings there.â
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alex almost snorts again. âThe most real thing about that relationship was the Chopard watch Valentina tried to use to bribe Jungkook back to her.â
Wincing, you remember the finer details of that supposedly real romance. You turn back out to face the horizon, pulling your own shades down. âAlright, I guess I see your point.â
Gently pushing his point, Alex carries on. âNot to mention that I was your last serious relationship, which was how many years ago now?â
You simply shrug. âIâm not looking for anyone.â
Alex hums thoughtfully. âOr youâve already âfoundâ your someone.â This earns a glare from you but Alex ignores this. âHeâs practically your boyfriend already!âÂ
âIn what way?!â
âYou do almost everything together!â Alex exclaims back. âI wouldnât be surprised if youâve had sex already!âÂ
âAlex!â Something in your stomach curls unbidden at the thought. âWe havenât had sex!â you whisper hotly, glancing around to make sure no one heard.Â
âSorry,â Alex mumbles, looking over his shoulder too. Luckily thereâs no one nearby, everyone seems too busy engaging in their own excited conversations about the weeks to come.Â
Everything youâre hearing now isnât news to you, you know plenty of people have questioned the relationship between Jungkook and you, and you totally get why, but youâve been friends since such a young age and thatâs perfectly okay. Neither you nor Jungkook have made a move to take things further and maybe thatâs just how things are meant to stay, despite what Alex seems to think.Â
âAlso, what friend agrees to come on a 3 week long cruise for you, knowing full well my father doesnât miss a single opportunity to roast him.âÂ
âHereâs here for you, not me.â
âActually,â Alex raises a finger, âI invited him before you and he said he would meet us in Italy because things were busy with the company. I invited you after him, and the next thing I know is Jungkook is calling me telling me heâll be coming with you from the start.â
As your eyes narrow, you start to think of how that happened. After Alex invited you, you texted Jungkook straight away to ask if heâd come with you as a date to the wedding. As soon as he said yes, you started waffling on about how fun the trip was going to be and it mustâve been after that that Jungkook told Alex heâd come sooner than he previously planned.Â
âWell, any best friend would do that,â you say simply.Â
Alex pushes his lips out, brows raised. âIâm your best friend and I wouldnât do that for you.â
âHey!â You shove him hard but he barely moves.Â
âOh câmon, you wouldnât do it for me either.â Alex looks at you with a smile.Â
âYeah,â you relent. âI probably wouldnât unless you really needed me.â
Just then, you see Jungkook walking towards you, holding a platter of something. He simply beams when you frown at him in confusion.Â
From beside you, Alex raises his glass to his lips. âIâm telling you, the boy is whipped,â he says quietly before taking a sip.Â
Jungkook comes within ears width before you can say anything. âY/N, look,â he holds out the tray heâs holding, âthey have those little cracker things you like with capa, uh, capa-something.â He pushes it closer, gesturing for you to take one while looking pleased with himself.
Looking at the platter, your lips curl mindlessly into a smile. âCaponata,â you say, correcting him gently.Â
Itâs when Jungkook remembers the little things like this that his place in your heart grows and youâre grateful for having him as your best friend.Â
âYeah, thatâs the one,â he smiles. âHere, I got them for you.â
Your brows furrow together as you look down. âThe whole platter?â
âWell, yeah,â he says looking down too. âYou like them and Iâm sure thereâs more going around for everyone else.â
From beside you, Alex starts coughing and youâre more than certain you hear the word âwhippedâ coming out of his mouth. One glance at him proves youâre right as he raises his brows before looking away.Â
Jungkook, not having noticed the word Alex let slip, is eating one of the canapĂ©s before holding one out for you too. Smiling and thanking him, you take it.Â
âGood right?â Jungkook asks, his mouth full as you also eat one whole.Â
âSo good,â you mumble, brows furrowed as you keep eating.Â
Jungkook holds the tray towards Alex. âWant one?âÂ
âIâm good,â he smiles. âIâll leave you two to it though, Iâve still got some guests I need to greet.â His smile seems weary though you donât blame him, sometimes the supposed family friends in your circle donât seem very much like friends. After saying a temporary goodbye, he takes his leave, leaving Jungkook and you to continue devouring the canapĂ©s.Â
For a moment, youâre both quiet, save the sounds of pleasure from eating, then Jungkook speaks. âSophiaâs not coming with us by the way.â
Eyes wide, you turn to look at him. âWhat?!â you question, mouth half full.Â
Jungkook takes one glance at you and chuckles. His thumb comes up and wipes something close to your lips. âSheâs joining us later, from Nice.â
âOh.â Your lips turn into a pout. âWho am I gonna hang out with?âÂ
âYou-bo-me,â Jungkook says with his mouthful again. Â
âNo,â you sigh. âI donât got you. As soon as Alias is about, you and him turn into Tweedledum and Tweedledee.â
A small laugh escapes Jungkook's lips and you frown at him.
âIâm sorry,â he laughs again, placing the mostly empty tray down on a nearby table. âLook,â he takes your hands and squeezes them, âI promise Iâll stay with you, we can just hang out with Alias too.â
âYeah, I know,â you say looking up at him. âItâs fine though, you can hang out with whoever you want. You donât have to stay with me.â
Jungkook hides an amused smile. âIâll stay with you, we canât have our princess being alone,â he chuckles again, letting go of your hands to squeeze your cheeks.Â
âMm, my makeup,â you mumble, prying his fingers off your cheeks. âAnd you can stay with me if you really want to,â you shrug, hiding your smug expression.Â
Jungkook scoffs, laughing as you put your sunglasses back on. âI changed my mind.â
âHey!â you exclaim, and before you get another word out, Jungkook is laughing, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in.
âIâm joking, now letâs go say hi to the Morganâs, theyâve been looking this way since Alex was here.â
âTheyâre probably just judging us,â you grumble.Â
Jungkook smiles, turning you around and walking with you. âMore reason to say hello.â
Most of the first day is spent the same way, greeting some families who you like and some who you donât but at least you get to do it with a glass of champagne and Jungkook by your side. By the early evening, everyone is settling into their cabins and exploring the cruise ship which feels more like a palace.Â
Itâs well past midnight when Jungkook is walking you to your cabin which unfortunately is on another level to yours â Alex mentioned he couldnât get your cabins closer since Jungkook was supposed to be joining later.
âI am so ready to knockout,â you yawn, pulling out the keycard.
âMake sure you donât forget to take your makeup off,â Jungkook says as a gentle reminder.
Turning around at the threshold of your door, you look at him as he leans against the wall opposite. âI wonât, and you donât forget to shower, you still stink of chlorine.â
Jungkook chuckles quietly, careful not to disturb any of the neighbouring cabins who are most likely asleep. Alias and him decided it would be fun to cannonball into the deck pool during prohibited hours and subsequently ended up running away from some of the cruise crew and you just happened to be with them even though you refused to jump in because itâs breaking the rules.
âIâm making you join us next time,â he says.
âThatâs never gonna happen.â
Smiling slightly, Jungkook tilts his head. âThat sounds like a challenge.â
Laughing, you step out of your room towards him. âI wouldnât try, Jeon.â Raising your hand, you pinch his nose. âYouâll just fail.â
âOr,â Jungkook raises his brows, taking your hand into his, âit could be one of the best nights you spend here, plus running away is fun,â he grins.Â
âYou call that fun?â you laugh.Â
âTell me it wasn't.â
You shrug. âI have fun whenever I'm with you anyway.âÂ
Jungkook smiles, and so do you. Itâs not hard to be honest around him, it never has been. Thatâs probably why youâve been best friends for so long. âSo all the time?â he says.Â
âAll the time,â you repeat, laughing.Â
Lips still holding a gentle smile, Jungkook looks down at you and for a second you wait for him to say something but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he releases a small sigh and pulls you into a hug.Â
You feel your body relax in his embrace, the weariness of todayâs jet lag and socialising and cheeky antics slowly melting away as you breathe in the comforting smell of his cologne. Even though itâs tainted with chlorine, his arms around you seem to make it worth putting up with.Â
His hands slide up your back, patting you softly. âIâll see you in the morning, hm.â
âJust donât wake me up before noon,â you mumble.
He laughs, pulling away. âBreakfast ends at 11.â
Groaning, you step towards your door again. âI wish Freddie was with us.â
Chuckling quietly, he starts to make his way towards his cabin. âGood night, Y/N.â
âNight,â you wave, seeing him disappear from view as the door closes. You almost collapse onto your bed but manage to trudge to the bathroom to wash off your makeup and get into your pyjamas before finally sinking into bed and falling asleep.
Knock knock knock
Knock knock.
âY/N?"
Knock knock knock. âY/N!â
Grumbling, you pull your pillow over your head.
Thereâs a few more impatient knocks before you hear Jungkook. âCome on, or Iâm going down without you.â
âGo,â you groan, tossing in bed. âIâll eat later.â
Then you hear a series of whining outside the door. âIt's already almost 11, it's embarrassing going by myself you have to come with me, please.â
With one final groan, you force yourself out of bed and open the door. âI said not before noon, Koo.â
âPlease,â he says, lips forming an effortless pout. âIâm hungry.â
Well you canât say no now. Sighing, you step aside for him to come in. âGive me twenty minutes.â
Jungkook slumps onto your bed, already dressed casually in a white tee and black shorts. âYou have ten.â
With Jungkook rushing you, you meet halfway and manage to get ready in 15 minutes instead. It seems the Cirilloâs spared no expense and managed to keep an entire upper deck private for all of the meals served on sea days. Thereâs a breakfast buffet laid out inside but before you can even grab yourself a plate, you see your mom frowning at you from her seat outside. She raises her brows and points to her wrist, her not so subtle way of reminding you youâre late.
With a big smile, you mouth sorry and she just laughs to herself, shaking her head.Â
âY/N,â Jungkook calls your name. You look over at him and heâs already standing behind a few people up for seconds, waiting his turn. Walking over, you take a plate and glance down at the table ahead of you.Â
âThis looks good,â you think out loud.Â
âIt does, doesnât it?â Jungkook says, glancing around. He frowns at something, moving his head to get a better look.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wroâ?â
His eyes widen and suddenly heâs crouching enough to remove the inches difference between you, hands gripping your arms. âHide me.â
âWhat?âÂ
âHide me,â he repeats, the insistence in his voice clearer than before.Â
Putting your plate down, you push his shoulders lower. âI am,â you whisper harshly. âBut why?â you say, glancing around.Â
âNo, donât look,â Jungkook says, his tone becoming something like a whine. âSheâll come over if she sees you.â
âWho?â
Jungkook groans, eyes closing. âWhy is she here?â
Ignoring his request not to look, you turn around and scan the room, looking for any familiar faces while your mind goes through a mental list of names of people who could make Jungkook want to hide before a whole breakfast buffet. Just as your name arrives at a potential suspect, the woman herself comes into your view.
âOh.âÂ
Tall, glamorous and even graceful, Valentina Forero struts her preppy, perfect figure, dressed head to toe in designer and a handbag so small youâre sure not even her phone can fit in there.Â
Immediately, you look away from her and down at Jungkook. Heâs already looking up at you with a weary expression. Your lips form an apologetic smile and he sighs, a string of curse words coming out from his mouth in the form of a hushed whisper while he stays pressed against your side trying to hide himself from view.
Of all the things that could possibly go wrong, this has to be the single worst thing.
Valentina is Jungkookâs ex friend with benefits of almost a year. They met shortly after college at your grad party and they started off as casual and eventually there were some feelings involved but they never really bloomed.Â
When Jungkook tried to end things after some months, Valentina had a lot to say and for some reason just didnât want to let him go even though she wasnât looking for something real.Â
You donât blame her, Jungkook attracts people like a magnet, but their relationship was a little more on the toxic side with some jealousy and so many stupid arguments no doubt stemming from the feelings that budded but never grew. It was better for both of them to call it quits, so they never made things official but to call Valentina anything less than an ex would be an injustice to some of the things they went through.
Stealing a glance at her again, you watch for a few seconds as she makes her way through the families, greeting each one with a bright smile.
As she moves, Jungkook moves too, trying to stay hidden from her view behind you. His head presses against your arm, cheek almost against your left boob.
âUm, Jungkook,â you say, smiling. âI get youâre trying to hide but uh, I donât think this is a good lookâŠâ
âWhat?â he says, still distracted as he glances towards where Valentina is.
âWeâre standing at a breakfast bar on a family cruise and your face is pretty close to my boobs.â
He looks up at you, eyes widening when he realises. âOh, sorry.â He stands straight, turning to face the bar instead.Â
âItâs cool,â you answer, picking up your plate again and nudging him to move forward. ââIâm sure weâve given the Collins something to talk about for today.â Turning to your right at the eyes ogling you, you smile plastically at Mr and Mrs Collins.
âSorry,â Jungkook mutters again absentmindedly as he slowly fills his plate.
âJungkook,â you say, nudging him again as you fill your own. âItâs gonna be fine, thereâs so many people here Iâm sure you wonât see each other that much, and even if you do, you have me.â Youâre already beaming when he looks at you, and his own eyes crease in the corners and he smiles too. âThanks. I guess youâre right but please donât ever let me be alone with her.â
âI wonât,â you laugh. âAlthough once she knows youâre here, Iâm sure sheâll try to hookup with you at least once.â
âI hope not,â Jungkook sighs. âSheâs not a bad girl but I just donât wanna go back there, yâknow?â
âMhm, I know,â you say, turning towards the table your parents are seated at. âBut what I donât know is how weâre gonna get to sit without her seeing you.â You nod in the direction of your parents.
Jungkook glances around. âLetâs go sit with Alex and Thalia,â he says, nodding in the opposite direction.
Stealthily, the two of you make your way out onto the deck and approach Alex and his fiancee unseen.
âOh, Y/N,â Thalia beams, leaning in for a hug as soon as she sees you. âYou look beautiful.âÂ
You snort. âI woke up half an hour ago, I definitely look awful.â
âAbsolutely not,â Thalia says with a gracious wave of her hand before Jungkook gets up to greet her too. âYou both look lovely and I'm so happy youâre here!â
âOf course,â you say, smiling at both her and Alex. âWeâre even happier to be here and so excited for you.â
âThank you, angel,â she winks.
âJungkook, are you okay?â Alex asks quietly, frowning as he watches Jungkook carefully. Glancing to your right, you also notice Jungkook is hunched over his food.
âYouâre just drawing more attention to yourself like that,â you let him know before turning back to Alex. âValentina is here,â you say with a small raise of your brow and both Alex and Thalia immediately let out a little âahâ.
Thalia winces apologetically when she glances back at Jungkook. âI do believe that may be on me. My mother is in the same club as her mother so it seems an invitation was deemed non-negotiable, unfortunately,â she adds, placing subtle emphasis on the last word.
Jungkook shakes his head. âDonât worry about it, I was gonna end up seeing her again eventually at some point.â
Alex coughs, his expression changing. âI do believe that time is coming sooner than you want though.â
Jungkook frowns but you understand what Alex means, as does Thalia as you both look up just in time to see Valentina a few feet away, approaching your table.
With a smile thatâs far too innocent for her, she stands at the edge of the table closest to Jungkook. âWell, hello there.â
Alex, being the sweetheart he is, is the first to respond to her greeting, and without surprise, Thalia follows quickly. âThank you for coming,â Alex says as he gives her a quick hug.
âThank you for having me.â Valentina steps to the side to greet Thalia too. âAnd congratulations, Iâm so happy for both of you!â
âThank you,â Thalia says with a genuine smile. As she takes her seat, you get up to greet her too.Â
âItâs nice to see you again, Val,â you say as you meet her in a brief hug, although you canât say you mean it but you hold no animosity towards her.Â
âYou too, Y/N,â she winks.Â
Before she even releases you, Jungkook is getting up and already avoiding eye contact with her. âHey,â he says, just as she leans towards him too.Â
âHello, Jungkook.â When she gives him a hug, itâs a little longer than your own but Jungkook doesnât push away despite his expression looking like he wants to.Â
Alex, Thalia and you have to fight to keep your smiles contained.
âGosh, itâs been so long, hasnât it?â Valentina says as she steps back and takes a seat.Â
âI guess,â Jungkook says, showing little expression as he sits back down and resumes eating his breakfast.Â
âOh, come on, itâs been almost two years.â She gives him a knowing expression before flicking her hair behind her shoulder with a flamboyant flair thatâs signature for Valentina. âIâm sure you missed me.â She leans her elbows on the table. âI know Iâve missed you.â
Seeing Jungkookâs constipated expression, you step in to help him out. âWe all missed you, Valentina,â you smile. âItâs impossible not to.â Thatâs not a lie either, although she was a big personality to deal with sometimes, she still knew how to have fun and was great to talk to.Â
âThank you, Y/N,â she says, returning your smile before turning her attention back to Jungkook. âYou still look as good as you always have too, Kookie.â She leans forward and squeezes his bicep, maybe one too many times. âYouâre still going to the gym I see.â
Jungkook stiffens next to you, meanwhile, your eyes are fixated on her hand on his arm. In a gesture of support, you discreetly slip your hand behind his elbow.Â
Sitting across from you, your friends both notice this. Then, the cogs in the brilliant mind of Alexander Cirillo turn and he comes up with what can only be a genius idea. Perhaps it's all the romance heâs been experiencing recently with his own fiancee, but Alex is convinced that this can only have one outcome, the only possible outcome â the one thatâs been written in the stars since Jungkook and you met so many years ago, heâs sure of it.
Beaming, Alex looks at Valentina. âDonât they look so good together?â
She pauses then frowns. âTogether?â
Your own expression matches Valentinaâs as you glance at Alex too.Â
âYes, together,â he repeats as a fact, smiling at Jungkook and you before looking at Valentina.
âYouâve heard, no? Jungkook and Y/N are together.â
From next to you, Jungkook swallows hard and your hand subconsciously tightens around his arm. Both of you are staring at Alex and he just gives you a subtle raise of his brow.Â
âOh, my,â Valentina smiles, and although thereâs some kind of genuinity to it, thereâs more you can see but havenât got the mental capacity to try to decipher right now when youâre still trying to figure out what Alex is doing.
 âI shouldâve known this was gonna happen, you always were inseparable,â she says with somewhat of an eye roll.Â
Jungkook laughs awkwardly, but heâs not stupid and he knows Alex isnât either. This is one surefire way he can keep Valentina and any of her advances away from him for the next three weeks. All he has to do is pretend to be dating you⊠how hard can that be?
âYeah, I guess it was meant to be,â he says, sounding a little stilted.Â
Youâre still sitting a little dumbfounded but Thalia also gives you an expression that tells you to improvise better. The most you can manage is a meek smile.Â
Jungkook responds almost as awkwardly, putting his arm around you which makes Alex laugh.
âOh, donât be so coy,â he says, sneaking in a wink to you as Valentinaâs eyes remain locked on you both. âItâs been almost what? Eight months?â
âUh, yeah, almost,â you answer, suddenly feeling shy with the way Jungkookâs hand is gripping your waist.Â
Itâs not like heâs never had his hand on your waist before â his face was all up in your boobs only fifteen minutes ago â but the feeling remains. It makes your cheeks go warm, your heart races a little faster and your fingers go fuzzy.Â
Youâre sure itâs showing on your face but Valentina doesnât seem to notice, or if she does, she must think itâs down to you finding this awkward.Â
âWell, congratulations to you too then,â she says, wearing a smile that doesnât actually seem anything less than genuine, but youâre aware thereâs more to her words.
âThank you,â Jungkook and you say in unison.Â
Valentina nods, taking it as her cue to leave. âIâll see you all around, and except for the engaged couple who get a pass, letâs keep the pda to a minimum please,â she adds airily, words directed to Jungkook and you as she saunters off.Â
âCanât promise anything with these two,â Alex calls out after her.
When he looks back at you, heâs grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Thalia purses her lips in a smile that resembles a child trying not to laugh while theyâre getting told off.Â
Turning to them, you burst. âWhat the hell was that?â you say hotly, seeming more flustered than anything else.Â
Alex shrugs. âSorry, it was the best thing I could think of.âÂ
âIt could be worse,â Thalia adds with a smile thatâs supposed to be apologetic but the gleam in her eyes tells you sheâs finding this just as amusing as her fiancĂ©.Â
Then, Jungkook shifts from beside you and only now do you realise youâre still holding his arm. âWell,â he says, briefly glancing down as you let go, âI guess weâre dating now.â
With a small raise of your brows, you shrug lightly and try not to show any signs of how flustered youâre feeling. âI guess so.â
When you meet his gaze, for a second you go still and think of what it means, how might you be expected to act with Jungkook â but really, it doesnât seem that much different from how you already are now. Except of course, if you ever had to indulge in any public displays of affection, cheek kisses, lingering hugs, maybe even a peck on the lipsâŠÂ Â
The thought of it all sets loose a swirl of butterflies in your stomach and only then do you realise that your gaze is still locked on Jungkook, and he too, is still staring at you.Â
With those butterflies still swarming, you abruptly break away from his gaze and notice the tips of his ears are turning pink. You wonder if heâs thinking the same as you right now.Â
âSee, already believable.â
Alexâs voice interrupts your thoughts and when you turn to flare at him, heâs got a smug smirk on his face.Â
âYouâre supposed to be smart,â you say with a sigh, pushing down the butterflies that it almost seems like Alex knows all about. âCouldnât have come up with something smarter?â
âThis is smart,â Alex says with a hint of sass.
âHow?â you sass back.Â
Leaning back, he puts his arm around Thalia as his smirk grows into a smile. âYouâll see, just give it some time,â he sighs, punctuating his sentence with a wink.Â
The end of the first night in Cartagena is celebrated with a formal dinner at a private venue with the most beautiful view of the coast.Â
The Cirilloâs had a special menu created of authentic foods from the town and the dishes were nothing less than exquisite. So much so that Alias and you are both slumped on a hammock on the balcony with bellies full and happy. A few of the guests walk past and side eye you both, probably because Alias has ungraciously undone the top button of his suit pants but it doesnât bother either of you.Â
âProbably shouldnât have eaten so much,â you mumble, looking up at the night sky.
âWeâve still got dessert,â Alias sighs, patting his belly.Â
âWell sitting there isnât going to help,â Jungkookâs voice says from behind you.Â
Turning your head, you smile when you see Jungkook with two dessert plates in his hand. He comes and sits next to you, handing one to each of you.
Alias still manages to devour his serving in silence, but you take a little longer to eat, wondering if Valentina might be somewhere near now that Jungkook is here; youâre certain sheâll be keeping a closer eye on you both so you ought to be making a conscious effort to act more like a couple but youâre not really sure what else to do. Jungkook bringing you dessert seems couple-ish enough, even though itâs what you would do on a usual night anyway.
The three of you fall into a comfortable silence and you give Alias the rest of your dessert to finish as you collapse into the hammock again. As you do so, you feel Jungkookâs hand brush against yours and immediately you glance down at your hands, noticing how your arms and thighs are touching too. Again, itâs nothing unusual for you, but you start to wonder why it feels a little different now youâve noticed it.
âDonât look now,â he says, voice barely a murmur, âbut sheâs watching us.â
When you hum quietly in acknowledgement, his fingers brush the back of yours tentatively again and for some reason unrelated to the wind thatâs blowing, you feel your skin prickling. Releasing a small breath, Jungkook curls his hand, fingers slipping between yours. The pads of your fingers press against him and you return your focus to the night sky above rather than the weird way your heart is beating now.
From your other side, Alias lets out a satisfied sigh before sitting back beside you. âSo,â he says without missing a beat, âwhatâs up between you guys?â
âHm?â You look at him with a small frown.
âYou heard me,â he repeats with the signature boyish grin that he and his brother share. Itâs enough to let you know that he knows.
âWeâre, uh, together,â Jungkook answers.
Alias snorts. âYou gotta sound more convincing than that, Jungkook.â
âIâd like to see you pretend to date someone,â you say, nudging his side.
Shifting to face you, Alias raises a brow. âThatâs easy, watch and learn, lover boy.â He leans closer, arm moving across your chest to touch some hair behind your ears.
You get his point â Alias is close enough to lean in and kiss you if he wanted to, and the small action seems intimate enough since youâre almost laying down with him beside you.
His hand gently traces down your cheek and you giggle, finding it funny as he keeps glancing at Jungkook who shoves him back before he goes any further.
âAlright, I get it,â Jungkook says, somehow shifting even closer to you.
When you glance at him, you canât help but giggle at his expression. He looks a little annoyed, and although you donât think it, anyone else might think heâs crossed the fine line to jealous â Alias certainly does.Â
âAlright, I know, hands off your girlfriend,â he says, raising his hands in surrender.Â
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook mutters, âYeah, whatever.â
Alias just chuckles, leaning back and resting his palm behind his head but unlucky for him, his moment of rest is short lived.Â
âOh for goodness sake Alias!â The hushed whisper of Mrs Cirillo has all of your heads turning. She appears out of nowhere beside the hammock, a look of shock and horror on her face. âIs there a reason youâre basking in the sunset with your trousers half undone?âÂ
âActually,â Alias says unbothered, holding up a finger, âonly the zipper is undone, so by the length of the trousers, mother, theyâre nowhere near half undone.âÂ
Frustrated, she glances around. âPeople must be thinking all sorts.â She looks at Jungkook and you who smile awkwardly, sitting up straight as you hope not to get scolded.Â
Mrs Cirillo is no stranger when it comes to teaching etiquette and given the many years of friendship between your families, sheâs definitely not a stranger to teaching you a few things, and over the years, Jungkook too.Â
She sighs when she looks at you. âDarling, you look beautiful. Jungkook, you too, please teach my son a thing or two.â She sighs again impatiently and Alias grumbles next to you as he does up his zipper. âNow, when youâve made yourself decent, please come with me, your father wants you to meet someone,â she says, not waiting for a response.
Alias groans. âWho? I thought I had met them all.â
âNot this one,â Mrs Cirillo replies airily as sheâs still walking away. âHeâs just joined us tonight.â
Like the dutiful son he is, Alias gets up and follows his mother, though not without groaning about it some more.
Jungkook and you watch him go, but just like Alias, your moment of rest is short lived.
âUm, Y/NâŠâ Jungkookâs voice sounds apprehensive and when you look at him, his expression seems the same. Heâs stretching his neck and looking out towards the opposite direction of the balcony towards the main hall. âIs that⊠Valentina, with your parents?â
Standing up to get a better look, you realise that Jungkook is right. Valentina is mid-way greeting your parents, your mom leaning in to give her a hug.Â
Looking down at Jungkook, you both realise at the same time â your parents donât know about the two of you.Â
Jungkook doesnât wait for you to say anything and instead â with zero regard for the high heels on your feet â he grabs your hand and rushes you towards them.
âOw, wait, Jungkook, slow down!â
âCanât,â he says, although you feel his pace slow down a little. âSheâs gonna say something, of course she is.â
Jungkook isnât wrong and the look on your parents face as youâre less than a few feet away from them tells you that Valentina has just said it. Your dad looks confused and your mom is frowning, her head tilting in the way it does when sheâs not sure she believes something.
âMom!âÂ
She turns her head to the sound of your voice, as does Valentina and your father.
âDad,â you smile, catching your breath as Jungkook and you stop in front of them.Â
Jungkook chuckles awkwardly next to you and you feel his hand go around your waist. âSorry to, uh, interruptâŠâ he purposely avoids Valentinaâs gaze. âWe just, uh,â he glances at you, âwe had a question.âÂ
âWell, so do we,â your dad starts, looking at you with the same confused expression. âWhatââ
âThe dresses for the couple dance!â you blurt, knowing exactly what your father was about to ask. It would totally blow your cover if it seemed like your parents didnât know about Jungkook so you need to come up with something fast. âWe need to know the colours of the dresses for the coupleâs dance, for the wedding.â
If your dad looked confused before, he looks almost dumbfounded now. âA coupleâs dance?â
âY/N, what couple dance?â your mom asks somewhat impatiently and youâre certain she wants to ask the same question your dad was about to, which is most likely about Jungkook and you.
âThe one for the wedding,â Jungkook answers for you. âAll the couples are doing a dance after Alex and Thalia, you know? At the wedding.â He squeezes your waist gently and you chuckle.
âExactly,â you say, taking your mom's hand discreetly. âSince Jungkook and I are dancing together, well, he needs to know the colour of my dress and Iâve forgotten.â You say it with no hesitation but with the way youâre squeezing her hand repeatedly, your mom still seems confused.
She glances at Valentina who is now staring at Jungkookâs hand right around your waist, before glancing back at you.Â
Taking advantage of Valentinaâs momentary lapse in attention, you give her a subtle raise of your brow and hope that mother-daughter telepathy is a real thing.Â
âA coupleâs dance?â your father asks again. âHoney, I didnât know about this,â he says to your mom.Â
âWell, yes, I suppose I forgot to tell you,â she says, squeezing your hand back and you let out a grateful sigh of relief, as does Jungkook.Â
âY/N, your dress is periwinkle blue for the party,â she says to you before looking at Jungkook. You can see the apprehension in her expression though itâs only noticeable to you. âJungkook, sweetheart, Iâll make sure your suit is matching with Y/Nâs of course.â
âThank you,â he nods, lips pursed.Â
Together, you glance at Valentina who already seems bored.Â
âWell, Iâll come find you later, Mrs L/N,â she says, already turning to step away.Â
Your mom says a quick goodbye before Jungkook and you are left alone with her and your dad.Â
âIs there a reason I didnât know about this couple's dance?â
Letting out a small laugh, Jungkook pats your dad's shoulder. âSorry, we made that up, there isnât a coupleâs dance.â
âThere isnât?â
âNo, there isnât,â your mom answers, her brow raises as she looks between Jungkook and you. âBut what I would like to know is why we just had to lie and why on earth is Valentina congratulating your father and I about you two and your relationship?â
âItâs because of me,â Jungkook answers immediately which prompts a look of surprise from your parents. âI just wanted an easy way to keep away from Valentina and saying Iâm with Y/N was the best way for me to do it.â He lowers his head looking a bit ashamed.Â
âWell it was actually Alex who said it first,â you say, stepping forward. âHe pretty much roped us into it with Valentina right there, we were clueless.â You take Jungkookâs arm and smile at your parents. âItâs just a little white lie and honestly as long as Jungkook and I are okay with it, then itâs harmless.â
âAnd you are okay with it?â your dad asks.Â
âSure.â
Your mother frowns, the apprehension still not having left her expression. âAnd Jungkook⊠youâre okay with it too?â
Jungkook nods. âVery okay with it.â
âAlright then, but just be wary.â Your mom glances between you both. She opens her mouth as if to say more but shakes her head instead. âWho else knows?â
âAlex, Thalia, Alias, and now you both.â
âHm, if you want to keep it a secret then I would keep it to that. The more people who know the more likely it is to come out.â
âYes, I agree,â your dad says, frowning as he thinks. âAlthough I do think it would make sense to tell Leon and Helena.â
Your mom agrees with him. âI suppose it does but itâs up to you both.â
âAre you sure?â you ask, brows raising. Itâs not unusual for your parents to share something with the Cirilloâs, but when itâs something like this, a lie, you donât imagine your parents telling them.
Jungkook shuffles awkwardly. âUh, theyâre coming over now.â
Your mom looks up, smiling as they come over. âYes, Y/N, after all itâs not really such a big lie. Jungkook and you do everything together anyway, how much more different can this be?â
âRight,â you nod, confused by the sentiment those words make you feel â perhaps Alex isnât so wrong, maybe you do do everything with Jungkook. It must be giving the wrong idea to peopleâŠÂ
Though that doesnât matter now since you need to seem like youâre dating him.Â
âJust who I was looking for,â Mrs Cirillo beams as she approaches, but instead of looking at your mom, sheâs looking at you.
âMe?â you ask, surprised.Â
âYes.â She looks at Jungkook too. âAnd you.â
Jungkook shares the same expression as you. âMe?â
âOh, yes, and donât act so shy either of you.â Her smile seems rather cheeky, as does Mr Cirilloâs who stands beside her. âWhatâs this I hear about you two dating now, hm?â
âOh.â Smiling hesitantly, you prepare yourself to tell them the truth as well. This feels a bit different though because you can see the excitement in Mrs Cirilloâs face, even in Mr Cirillo.Â
âI mean itâs about time,â Mr Cirillo says with a deep chuckle, looking at your parents to agree.Â
Jungkook looks rather pained as he looks between them both. âWho told you?â
âAlias, of course,â Mrs Cirillo says. âHe said youâve been keeping it a secret for some time though I donât see why, this is wonderful news!âÂ
She waves her hand with the statement and with it, a part of you suddenly feels like youâre being let down by yourself. Itâs odd to see them so happy for Jungkook and you, only for it not to be real.Â
You donât blame them though â youâve only been pretending to date Jungkook for a day but youâre already starting to see Alexâs point a little bit more. Having Jungkook by your side just feels right.Â
Come to think of it, if anyone else asked you to pretend to be their girlfriend for a few weeks, youâd definitely say no. It would be hard to act so close with someone not only emotionally but physically, whereas thinking of the way Jungkook was so close to your side just a little while ago on the hammock, fingers curled around yours, you feel yourself coil at even the thought of being with anyone else.Â
Thatâs not unusual though, right? The only reason you canât imagine it with anyone else is because Jungkook is your best friend. Heâs the guy youâre most comfortable around and so you feel safe with him. Thoughts pausing, your gaze drifts to him as you briefly zone out from whatever joke Mrs Cirillo is making.Â
Jungkook still looks on hesitantly and the way his bottom lip moves, you can tell heâs waiting to say something. As soon as he sees his chance and quickly gets a word in. âOh, well, actually, Mrs Cirillo, itâs not really real.â
She looks towards him and frowns a little. âWhat do you mean?â Thereâs disappointment in her tone that you (for some unknown reason) can relate to.
âItâs more of a make believe relationship, if thatâs one way to put it,â your dad answers albeit looking confused himself.Â
Mr Cirillo appears to be on the same brainwave as your dad as he looks confused too. âThatâs absurd. I believe it very much.â
âYes, yes,â Mrs Cirillo says, nodding. ïżœïżœïżœWho wouldnât?â
Pushing aside your own confused feelings, you help clear up this mess. âWhat weâre trying to say is that itâs not a real relationship.â You glance at Jungkook who looks at you and nods. âWeâre just pretending to date.â
âOh.â Their expressions fall, small frowns replacing the excitement in their eyes.Â
âWhy would you do that?â Mr Cirillo asks.Â
âMy ex is on the cruise,â Jungkook answers. âYou probably remember her, Valentina?âÂ
Thereâs a few seconds of quiet until Mr Cirillo finds the name familiar. âAh, yes, tall girl, Forero if Iâm not mistaken?â
Jungkook nods, lips pursed.Â
âSo sheâs the reason youâre doing this?â Mrs Cirillo gestures between Jungkook and you.Â
Jungkook nods again.Â
She sighs quietly. âHonestly, it all seems a bit fuddy duddy, Valentina is harmless. Thereâs better ways to keep someone away, Jungkook, wouldnât it be better to just ask her to stay away from you?â
âThat might come across as more rude than this,â you say with a shrug. âAlso, we ought to mention that this was all Alexâs idea.â
âAlex?!â Mrs Cirillo exclaims. âDid he even ask you first?â
âNope,â you shake your head with a smile having absolutely no qualms throwing your best friend under the bus.Â
âOh, why didnât you say so sooner?â Mrs Cirillo turns and reaches for her husband's hand. âLeon, I do believe that boy is getting almost as troublesome as his older brother.â
Mr Cirillo laughs. âOh, itâs just a little fun, besides, having Jungkook and Y/N pretending to play house canât be all that bad.â He turns to Jungkook and you and winks.
You return his cheek with a smile. âItâs actually easier than it looks.â
âIâm sure it is,â he quips with a quick raise of his brow. His smirk seems telling but you donât think anything of it at the moment as you feel Jungkookâs hand on your arm.
âJust donât tell anyone please,â he says, chuckling nervously.
âOf course not,â Mrs Cirillo says. âI think Alex may have been onto something anyway.â She glances towards your mom and they share a smile. âLetâs get something to drink, hm?â
Your mom laughs, taking her arm. âYes, please, I need one.â
Together, they walk off and to you it looks like theyâre high schoolers sharing secrets again â youâre sure theyâre going to have lots to talk about again today.Â
Mr Cirillo chuckles as they go off. âThree guesses what theyâre talking about,â he says quietly to your dad who shares a smile with his friend before they both turn to Jungkook and you.
âWell, I think Iâm going to go and look for more dessert,â you say, slowly taking a step back to excuse yourself and Jungkook.Â
âYeah, Iâm gonna do that too,â Jungkook says, nodding his head at your dad and Mr Cirillo.
âOf course, Iâll see you later on,â your dad smiles. His eyes fall to where Jungkookâs hand is holding your arm and his smile grows just a little wider but before you can think anything of it, Mr Cirillo makes a comment.
âThatâs a nice suit youâre wearing, Jungkook.â He nods, looking visibly impressed.
âThanks.â
Mr Cirillo continues. âI remember when you would wear your suits from those high street stores with the cheap labels but look at you now, kid.â
Pausing in your slow retreat, you blink. Youâve known Mr Cirillo all your life so you know that the comment really holds no ill intent, and also bearing in mind the fact that you know just how much he has come to admire Jungkook and cares for him as much as he does for you, but that doesnât mean itâs okay for Mr Cirillo to make a comment like that.
Jungkook only smiles, though he doesnât need to say anything for anyone to see that the backhanded compliment isnât appreciated. He continues to step away but now youâre rooted firmly in the spot.
âWell with a personality like his and far more brains than most people combined, Jungkook has never needed material to make him look good, wouldnât you agree, Mr Cirillo?â Your expression is friendly enough but your tone? Not so much.
He smiles awkwardly, immediately having understood his mistake. âDoes that mean the opposite for myself?â he asks lightly.
âOh, Iâve never thought so,â you say, smiling plastically. âThose words came from your own mouth.â
Mr Cirillo laughs. âYouâre a sharp one, Y/N. That's why I like you a lot.â
âLikewise, Leon,â you wink, reaching for Jungkookâs arm. âNow weâll be off.â
Mr Cirillo still chuckles and you catch your dad smiling at you as you walk away with Jungkook.
âDid you just call him ugly?â Jungkook asks with a small laugh once you're out of earshot.Â
âI didnât call him anything,â you shrug.
He laughs again, coming to a stop with you near the dessert table where you both browse the selection. âYou know I couldâve answered myself though,â he says after a moment.Â
Taking your pick, you turn to him with a small pout. Itâs not the first time someone has made a comment about Jungkook that has annoyed you more than him, and you know that Jungkook prefers to pick and choose his battles wisely, unlike you always feeling as though you have to say something.Â
âI know, sorry,â you wince a little. âForce of habit.â
âItâs okay,â he smiles, taking a bowl of Eton mess.Â
Together, you start walking towards the same hammock you were previously sitting at.
âI actually think itâs kinda cute,â he adds.
Your brows raise inquisitively. âHaving me as your knight in shining armour?â
He shrugs, taking a spoonful into his mouth as you both sit down. âMore like my princess with her many privileges.â His lips curl into a smile as he says it.
Laughing, you lean back comfortably into the hammock. âWell, of course, Mr Cirillo wouldnât dare say anything to me.â
âAnd no one else other than you would insult Mr Cirillo to his face.â
Holding up your fork, you laugh again. âI only implied, thereâs a difference.â
Jungkook hums, leaning back next to you. He takes a big spoonful into his mouth, eating this slowly while you steal some of his. Swallowing, he sits up a little beside you. âYou know, you donât have to do this if you donât want to.â
Looking up at him, you frown. âDo what?â
âPretend to date me.â
âWhy wouldnât I want to?â
He shrugs. âIf it makes you uncomfortable, or even if you just donât want to.â
âI donât mind,â you say, sitting up with him.
He doesnât say anything for a few seconds, watching your expression for any signs of a lie. âYou sure?â
âIâm sure,â you repeat.
With those words, Jungkook seems to relax. âOkay.â Faint traces of a smile appear on his face as he leans back.Â
âThe soap here smells amazing,â Thalia says, bringing her hands to her nose to sniff again a few times after drying them.Â
Tossing your used hand towel in the hamper, you take a sniff too. âMm, it does. I smell coconut.â
âAnd yuzu,â Thalia says, still inhaling the smell.Â
Laughing, you pull her hands away from her nose as you walk out of the washroom together.Â
The corridor is dimly lit as you walk back towards the restaurant but youâre very impressed by the interior, the burgundy and golden interior of this part of the venue complimenting each other well, especially with the many plants lining the corridors.Â
âWhereâs Alex?â you ask.
âSomewhere around here,â Thalia answers. âHonestly I lost him an hour ago after he went to check out the golf course here.â
âThereâs a golf course here?â you ask, surprised. Though really you donât know why youâre surprised, walking to the bathroom was a mission on its own, this place is huge.Â
âYeah they have everything, tennis courts, basketball, thereâs even a riding school.â
At that, your ears perk up. âAre the horses available to hire?â
Thalia turns to you with a smile. âYou wanna go for a canter?â
âCan we?â You ask, eyes lighting up too. âOh, itâs been so long since Iâve been riding.â
âWeâll have to ask but Iâm sure my dad could sort something out for us. Although we have booked a resort for when we get to Barcelona and later on in Malta too. Theyâre renowned for their riding instructors.â
Laughing, you walk around the next corner together. âHow have you booked resorts while weâre on a cruise? I bet Mrs Cirillo had something to do with it,â you add, knowing that she always has to have everything and the best of it for her kids.
Thalia nods with a smile. âMy mom and yeah, Helena. Theyâve been planning this for a year, of course thereâs going to be something for everyone.âÂ
âStrippers?â you ask, brows raising.
âExcept that.â
âHm, fair,â you say, frowning as you walk around another corner. âAnyway, I donât really care for the instructors but itâll have to be Barcelona. I just wanna ride, itâs been so long since I last went.â
Thalia agrees. âSure, Iâll ask my dad, Iâm pretty sure heâs already friends with the owner of the one in Barcelona so it should be easy.â
âGreat,â you smile, excited by the thought, though your smile turns into a frown as you realise youâre walking by the same door you just walked out of a little while ago.Â
At the same time, Thalia slows down. âAre we lost?â she asks.
Looking up at the womenâs washroom sign, your frown deepens. âYeah, I think weâve just gone in a circle.â You look up and down the corridor, taking a few steps in the opposite direction from which you just came to follow a different path. âMaybe we should try going left from here instead?â
âThere really should be a clearer exit,â Thalia huffs. âMy feet hurt.â
Laughing, you glance back at her. âI donât think anyone was taking into account the fact that people might be walking in 6-inch heels down these corridorsâ oh.â Mid-sentence, you bump into someone as youâre walking around the next corner. âSorry,â you say, looking up at the guy as you feel steady hands on your arms to stop you from stumbling.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he says at the same time, looking down.
Oh.Â
His brows knit together before a smile breaks out on his face. âY/N?â
âLawrence!â A smile appears on your face embarrassingly fast. âHi!â
He chuckles softly, taking a step back and taking his hands with him. You donât know whether to appreciate the sweetness or be sad theyâre gone.
Lawrence Goldman is one of the most beautiful men youâve ever laid eyes on with a personality to match, and he was your high school crush for years. He was everyoneâs crush to be honest, but even in uni, you never were able to stop swooning over him, but thatâs all itâs ever been, a crush. For some reason, you could never let yourself take it further despite him showing interest a few times.Â
âItâs been so long, my gosh, how are you?â he asks, eyes skimming your figure. âYou look absolutely amazing,â he adds without a second thought.
âHey again,â Thalia says, appearing beside you.
Lawrence gives her a smile, his attention quickly returning to you.
âIâm great,â you beam, âhow are you? Iâm surprised to see you, I thought you were working in Singapore?â
âI am,â he nods before looking at Thalia. âWell I was, but there was no way I was gonna miss this oneâs wedding.â
Thalia laughs, putting her arm around him briefly. âLove you for it, Goldie.â
Lawrence rolls his eyes at the nickname and you smile. Thalia and Lawrence attended the same prep school before reuniting in college, and itâs through Lawrence that Thalia was introduced to Alex and the rest of you â your world is apparently a very small world so Lawrence being here really shouldnât be a surprise to you, but with everything else going on, you may have forgotten about Lawrence.Â
âIâve only just joined because I had a meeting I couldnât miss yesterday,â he adds, eyes skimming down your figure once more while he thinks youâre still smiling at Thalia but you definitely donât miss it.Â
âAh, I see.â You canât help it when you mirror his actions, noting how the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, giving a peak of the chain heâs always worn since he Longbottom-ed â he clearly knows the effect it has. âSo youâre joining us for the rest of the cruise?â When your eyes meet his again, his lips curl into a smirk.Â
âYes,â he nods. âIâll be here.â
Noticing Thalia glancing between you both, you realise you ought to stop whatever weirdness is going on right now before she thinks thereâs something between you, not that she wonât ask you herself anyway.Â
âWell thatâs great,â you smile, taking a step closer to Thaliaâs side.
âMhm, Iâm looking forward to spending time with you,â he says.
Your response is on the top of your tongue â âso am Iâ â and you intend to say it with a flutter of your lashes, but before you can say anything, Thalia answers for you.Â
âWe all are,â she grins, hand winding around your waist where she squeezes with a light force when she says the next words. âIncluding Jungkook and Alex.â
For a second youâre confused but the mention of Jungkook sparks your memory and you remember everything thatâs happened in the past few days.
Jungkook and you are dating â you realise now why Thalia interjected and she was right to do so, otherwise you mightâve made a silly mess by opening yourself up to flirting with Lawrence.Â
âOh, yes,â you answer, perking up. âJungkook will definitely be happy to see you Iâm sure, itâs been a while since we all met last.â
âYeah?â Lawrence casually responds.Â
âOf course,â Thalia says with a wiggle of her brows. âY/N is his girlfriend, she would know of course.â
As you smile dutifully, you catch the confusion briefly show on Lawrenceâs face before he quickly disguises it as surprise. âYou and Jungkook?â he says, lips turning into a smile. Itâs the kind of smile that could mean many things.Â
âYep,â you nod, lips pursed in a smile.Â
Something resembling a sigh leaves him. âYou guys will have to catch me up on that for sure,â he says.
âThereâll be lots to catch you up on,â Thalia grins, âbut right now, can we figure out how to get out of here?â
Lawrence chuckles, stepping to the side. âOf course, I know the way.â He gestures towards the left, waiting for you and Thalia to pass.Â
As you fall into stride with Thalia on one side and Lawrence on the other side, you canât help but feel some kind of disappointment at Lawrenceâs reaction, though what did you expect?Â
Of course heâs not going to say or do anything differently, and as long as youâve agreed to be Jungkookâs girlfriend, you shouldnât want him to react any differently. Youâre lucky Thalia stepped in when she did or you mightâve completely forgotten youâre supposed to be in a relationship with someone else and wouldâve ended up blowing the story for Jungkook entirely.Â
âAh, here we are!â Thalia skips forward out into the late evening night.
The view on the balcony now is even more beautiful with fairy lights adorning the trees along its perimeter. Everyone you recognise seems to be congregating towards one area as itâs almost time to leave to board the cruise ship again.Â
âOh there you are.â Jungkook appears from the middle of the crowd, not seeming to have noticed Lawrence whoâs more closely following Thalia. âWeâre leaving soon, here.â He hands you your purse you left with him a while earlier.Â
âThanks,â you answer, taking it and checking you havenât left anything else. âSorry, we got a bit lost inside.â
âMhm, thatâs fine, I was just about to come look for you anyway,â Jungkook says, looking at Thalia and only then does he notice Lawrence. The lines expressing concern in his face deepen into confusion.
Seeing this change, Lawrence smiles. âHey mate.â
In a split second Jungkookâs confused frown changes to a smile. âLawrence!â Reaching forward, the two share a pleasant exchange.Â
âItâs been a while, howâve you been?â
âNot bad, yourself?â
Jungkook nods. âIâve been alright.â
âBetter than alright from what I hear,â Lawrence says, brow raising as he glances in your direction.Â
Jungkookâs gaze follows and you smile with a little shrug, subtly nodding at Jungkook.
âAh.â Jungkook chuckles, taking a step towards your side. âWell, yeah, better than alright,â he confirms with a very believable smile.Â
Lawrence laughs, looking between you. From behind him, you catch Thalia standing beside Alex as they watch the interaction play out.Â
âI think itâs amazing,â Lawrence says, patting Jungkookâs arm. âYou two are great together.â
âYouâve only just seen us again,â you say with a smile.Â
âHm, Iâve seen it for years,â Lawrence replies with a nod of his head and a small sigh as he looks at you. Heâs still smiling but when you look at him, the brightness in his eyes has faded. âTrust me,â he says quieter than before, âI was always watching.â
Pursing your lips, you smile but you still feel self conscious as his gaze on you doesnât budge. âThat sounds a little stalker-ish, Lawrence,â you chuckle.Â
Laughing, he shrugs. âMightâve been. I always was a bit of a recluse.â
âI wouldnât say you were a recluse.â
He arches his brow, lips morphing into a cocky smile. âThen what would you say I was?â
Mirroring his expression, you scoff. âWhat dâyou want me to say, huh? Tall, handsome and mysterious?â
âTook the words right from my mouth,â he says smugly.Â
âHa,â you laugh. Despite it being somewhat true, you respond to say otherwise. âYou wish.â
Lawrence smiles. âAh, I guess those words are reserved for this one, huh?â He nods towards Jungkook.Â
âHmâŠâ you look towards Jungkook who smiles with his lips pursed. Itâs not his usual full smile and behind it there seems to be a reservation that tells you heâs being more quiet than usual. Nudging him gently, you beam when he meets your eyes. âNah, Iâve got better words for this one.â
He nods and chuckles quietly but only briefly.Â
You wonder whatâs caused the shift in his mood since he seemed so bright only a moment ago when greeting Lawrence.Â
âOh, youâll have to tell me all about it, Iâm interested to hear how things happened between you,â Lawrence says.
Humming quietly, you nod as your attention remains on Jungkook. âSome other time, I think we need to get moving now,â you say, nodding towards the crowd of moving guests ahead of you.Â
âAh, yes,â he answers, turning to look behind him. âIâll see you around though, yeah?â He places his hand on your arm.Â
You donât pay much attention to it but feel Jungkook pull on your hand gently.Â
âYeah man, weâll see you around,â he says, reaching to pat Lawrenceâs arm.Â
Lawrence nods, throwing you a smile before he turns and joins the rest of your party.Â
As he walks away, Jungkook turns to you. âShall we go too?â
You nod, allowing him to lead the way, hand still in yours. Thereâs a hum of conversation around you as everyone makes their way back towards the cars to take you to the port, but youâre grateful no one interrupts the two of you as you walk alone, a little behind the rest.Â
âYou okay?â you ask after a quiet moment.Â
Jungkook answers almost right away. âYeah. You?â
âMhm.â You watch him as he kicks some of the sand beneath his feet with every step. âYou sure though?â
He turns to look at you, a smile on his lips though his brows furrow a little in the middle. âYeah, why?â
âJust,â you shrug. âI thought you seemed a bit quiet back there with Lawrence.â
Jungkook turns away and shrugs. âIâm all good, no reason not to be.âÂ
Itâs not exactly convincing to you, but you take his word for it. If itâs something he wants to tell you, heâll tell you in his own time if he wants to. Or, itâs actually just nothing and youâre overthinking this for no reason. After all, there is no explanation that you can think of for Jungkook to be upset with Lawrence, especially when he was so happy to see him just now. Yes, youâre just overthinking it.Â
âY/N, Jungkook, please be on time for breakfast tomorrow and not an hour late like last time,â your mother scolds airily as she waves her hand behind her.Â
âYes, mom,â you smile as she turns into her cabin.Â
âWill do,â Jungkook nods, raising a hand to say good night to your parents.Â
Once their door is closed, Jungkook continues to walk with you towards your cabin.Â
âYou better wake up earlier this time,â you yawn, pulling out your key card.Â
Jungkook scoffs, coming to a stop next to your door. âMe?!â He rests his hand against the door frame, leaning closer. âYouâre the one who was still sleeping when I came down.â
Smiling, you shake your head. âYou have no proof.â
He matches your smile, cocking his head. âAlright, Iâm recording you tomorrow morning, donât get mad at me when I get your bed head and dried dribble face on camera.â
âHey,â you pout, leaning against the door frame. âI donât dribble.â
Jungkook shrugs, smiling. âTomorrow Iâll have proof.â
You narrow your eyes at him, internally vowing to wake up early so you can be ready before he comes to you. âThereâs noââ
âOh, Jungkook, Y/N!âÂ
The sickeningly sweet cotton candy voice has your smile faltering. Jungkook winces, his face hidden from Valentina as she approaches from behind you.Â
Slowly, you turn around to face her.
âWell isnât this just perfect,â she beams, coming to stop beside you both. âWeâre neighbours here!âÂ
Chuckling, you nod your head. âThat really is perfect.âÂ
Valentine smiles again, glancing between the two of you before shrugging. âWell,â she sighs, opening her purse to look for her key card. âDonât mind me, I was just grabbing a few things. You two enjoy your night.â She waves airily but doesnât move.Â
âMhm, you too,â you nod.Â
As she pulls out her key card, sheâs just about to walk away before she pauses to focus on Jungkook and a delicate frown appears on her face.Â
Glancing at him, youâre not surprised to see sheâs frowning. Jungkook hasnât said a word and he looks rather pained right now.
âJungkook, are you okay?â She tilts her head. âYou look a littleâŠâ She steps closer, frown deepening as she moves until all of a sudden she stops. âOh.â Her eyes widen, an apologetic pout appearing on her face. âI see, was I interrupting something?â She asks, pointing between you both.Â
For a second youâre confused â yes, she interrupted your conversation with Jungkook and she knows that already â but then you remember that youâre supposed to be in a romantic relationship with Jungkook, and the expression on Valentina's face tells you she thinks sheâs interrupted something else.Â
Jungkook is obviously just as confused. âHuh?â
âYouâre both going to bed now, are you not?â
He frowns. âUh, yeahâŠâ
âYes, I thought so. Apologies thenâŠâ She glances down towards Jungkookâs crotch as the words that follow imply it â âoh, sorry, I mustâve put that fire out.â
A strangled noise escapes Jungkookâs throat and he looks relatively mortified. âWhat?â no!â He takes a step closer to your side while you somehow pull him closer to your side protectively in an attempt to hide him from her.Â
Valentina doesnât respond to the expressions on neither of your faces and only sighs disappointedly, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. âI remember there was a time when I was the one to ignite the fire in your loins.â
The same strangled noise comes from Jungkook and you have to stop from bursting out into laughter.Â
âVal,â Jungkook says, âwere you not going somewhere?â
âOh, yes.â She perks up, smiling brightly again. âWell you two lovebirds go ahead.âÂ
Just when you expect her to walk away, she doesnât. In fact she stands there waiting for Jungkook and you to go into what she thinks is your shared cabin.Â
âWe will,â Jungkook says with the fakest smile youâve seen on him.
Valentina only nods, still waiting.
Jungkook is about to say something again but you know thereâs no point. Unlocking your door, you pull him into your room with you. âBye, Val.â
âGood night,â you hear her respond as the door closes shut.Â
Turning around to face Jungkook, you look at him with an expression crossed between shock and amusement. âOh my God, how did you ever date her?!â
Jungkook groans, collapsing face down onto the end of your bed. âI swear she isnât that bad, sheâs doing it on purpose,â he says, muffled into the sheets.
Humming, you sit at the end of your bed beside him. âI guess so.â You lie down so youâre level with him.
Lying beside him, itâs quiet for a moment as you replay the exchange in your head. âSo, she mustâve really been something if she was igniting the fire in your loins.â You canât help but snort after saying it and Jungkook laughs beside you too, head still buried.Â
Now that Valentina isnât here, you allow yourself to laugh at it and youâre glad Jungkook does too. By the time youâre done laughing at it, youâre wiping away tears.
Lifting his head, he shakes his head. âThis isnât gonna be easy,â he says.Â
âYeah, she really doesnât make it easy,â you respond quietly.Â
Both of you fall silent for a moment again, listening carefully to see if you can hear her footsteps.Â
âI canât hear her anymore,â Jungkook says.
âMe neither.â You turn to look at him.Â
He props himself up on his elbows. âSo what now?â
âWell, we could wait till she goes away and then you sneak out,â you think aloud. âBut how are we gonna do that every night?â
Jungkook nods, understanding. âSo I should just stay?â
âIâm cool with it if you are,â you shrug.
For a moment, Jungkook doesnât say anything, then he looks at you with a soft frown creasing his forehead. âAre you sure?â
âTotally sure,â you nod, rolling onto your side to lean on your elbow. âBesides, itâs not like weâve made things easy for ourselves,â you add with a laugh.Â
The lines seem to have disappeared from Jungkookâs face but when your eyes search for some kind of clue to his feelings, you find something you canât decipher hiding behind the brown of his eyes.Â
He smiles, releasing a soft breath as he does so, and only now do you realise how close your face is to his.Â
âPromise me youâll tell me if you feel uncomfortable?â he says.Â
Nodding, you lift your pinky finger.Â
He raises his own hand and closes his own pinky finger around yours.Â
âI will,â you promise him.
His smile grows and oddly, you feel your heart do a little flutter in your chest as a warm feeling spreads through you. Youâre suddenly reminded of how you felt earlier on in the evening as you lay on the balcony with Jungkook⊠has he always made you feel this way? Before you can let yourself think about it, Jungkook is leaping off the bed and with him, the feeling disappears.Â
âSo, I donât plan on having your mum tell me off tomorrow morning so Iâm going to sleep.â He turns to look at you, placing his hand on his hips. âSlight problem though, my clothes are in my cabin.âÂ
âThen go get them, duh,â you answer.
âWhat if Valentina is still outside?â he says, pointing to the door. âItâs only been a few minutes, I wouldnât be surprised if sheâs trying to eavesdrop on us right now.â
âHmmâŠâ you canât deny he has a point. âWell I guess,â you say, dropping your voice to a whisper, âyou wonât know until you try.â
âAlright,â Jungkook sighs, grabbing his phone from the bed.Â
You follow him to the door and youâre actually almost surprised when he opens it to reveal no one is there. Jungkook turns to look at you sporting a similar expression on his face and shrugs before stepping out.Â
âI guess that makes things easier for usââ
Youâre interrupted mid-sentence as Jungkook immediately turns back into the room with a slightly panicked expression, barging into you.Â
âJungkook!â Losing your balance, you feel yourself falling backwards with Jungkook stumbling forward. Your ass hits the floor first and you just manage to bring your arms behind you in time but your head still hits the carpeted floor behind you, and Jungkook who seems to fall in slow motion with you, eventually lands on top of you.Â
âOh Iâm sorry,â he mumbles, pushing himself up onto his forearms.
âThat really hurt,â you groan, squirming on the floor. Youâre grateful the floor is carpeted but both your head and ass still hurt.Â
Jungkook looks down at you with concern replacing any previous features. âWhere?âÂ
Rubbing the back of your head, you frown at him. âEverywhere. Whyâd you turn back?â
âSheâs right there!â Jungkook suddenly whispers instead. âShe was practically having sex against the wall with some guy.â
Still recovering from your fall, you look at him confused. âWhat?â
Jungkook grimaces. âShe was outside her room with some guy.â
âBut we just saw her!â you respond in a hushed whisper.Â
âI know! He mustâve been close by and they were making out like their lives depended onââÂ
âWell, this is interesting.â
Rolling your eyes at the sound of her voice, you let your head drop back onto the floor while Jungkook scrambles to move off of you. Moving beside you, he reveals Valentina standing at the door, her lipstick smudged and her hair a bit messier than it was a little while earlier.
She narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. âForeplay on the floor is new to me, and leaving the door openâŠâ She looks directly at Jungkook. âI didnât know you were into voyeurism.â
Jungkook visibly freaks out, getting up and pulling you with him. âNo, gosh, it was an accident.â
Valentina frowns. âI donât judge, Jungkook,â she says matter-of-factly.
âI wouldnât care if you did,â he replies almost exasperatedly. âBut this was just an accident, we fell over.â
âHm, okay,â she says with a shrug as she glances at the bed.Â
You know she doesnât believe him but really thereâs nothing else you can say to make her think otherwise. Besides, you donât really care what she thinks while your head still hurts.Â
âWell, anyway, Iâve got to go.â She looks back at you with a smirk. âHow about we both do our best to keep it down tonight, hm?â she winks before turning and fluttering her fingers. âTa-ta angels, see you in the morning!â
As soon as sheâs disappeared from view, you go shut the door behind her, leaning against the wood.Â
âOkay, she is so doing it on purpose.â
âI know,â Jungkook agrees almost immediately. âI donât get why though.â
âI know why,â you say, raising your brows. âShe probably still isnât over you.â
Jungkook shakes his head. âIf anything, sheâs just not used to people moving on from her. Her exes were always all over her when we were together.â
âSo she expects you to go crawling back to her?â
âPretty much,â he shrugs. âSheâs really not helping herself though. Maybe I should talk to her, tell her to just give me spaceâŠâ He looks at you, raising his brow in question.
âYou could, but I reckon sheâll just act innocent and pretend she has no clue what youâre talking about.â
âTrue,â Jungkook sighs.
âLook, itâs fine,â you say, walking over to the drawer. âItâs just Val, nothing we havenât dealt with before.â Throwing a set of satin pyjamas on the bed, you turn around to face him again. âBesides, Iâm tired now, my head hurts and Iâd like to sleep.â
The frown on Jungkookâs face doesnât disappear. âIt still hurts?â he asks, coming over to you.Â
âYeah, you knocked me over pretty hard, my ass hurts too,â you pout.
Jungkook chuckles, hands coming to rest on your shoulders and he squeezes gently. âWant me to massage it?â he jokes.
âOoh, good idea. Letâs leave the door open too,â you laugh.
Jungkook smiles, still giving you a shoulder massage and you feel yourself letting go slowly.Â
âMm,â you hum softly, head relaxing. Jungkook steps closer and you let your forehead rest against his chest.
You donât realise as Jungkookâs hands stop working and gently make their way around your waist, holding you up as you get lost in the warmth of his embrace.
âShould we go to bed before you fall asleep here?â Jungkook says after a moment.Â
Pulling away from him, you smile with tired eyes. âDibs on the bathroom first.â
Jungkook obliges and sits down on your bed while you go first. When itâs his turn, he goes quickly since he has the most minimal night time routine, one of which youâve always been envious of.Â
Youâre just finishing brushing your hair when heâs coming out.
âWhat time is it?â he asks, stepping out as he dries his face.Â
âAlmost two,â you respond, getting up to walk over to your pyjamas on the bed.Â
Jungkook turns around without being told, facing the opposite direction. âDâyou think I could go get my clothes from upstairs now?â
You pull on your pyjama bottoms. âProbably not. I donât think I have anything that would fit you either.â
âWhat do I do then?â Jungkook asks, his confused tone making you laugh.
âDonât act like you donât sleep naked half the time, Jeon.â
âWell when Iâm alone, yeah. I donât wanna make you uncomfortable,â he says.
âIâm not, donât worry.â You clamber into bed, pulling the sheets up to your shoulders as you get comfortable. âJust get into bed.â
Still facing away from you, Jungkook shrugs before pulling off his top. You donât realise youâre staring at him strip until he starts pulling down his pants.
Abruptly, you pull the covers up even higher so you canât see him. You hear him shuffling and then he stops but you canât feel him getting into bed.
âReally?â he says. âMy abs offend you that much?â
You canât help but laugh, still keeping your eyes closed as you move the sheets down but place your hand in front of your eyes instead. âActually, they make for pretty good eye candy.â
Jungkook gasps scandalously, still shuffling about the room. âHave you been checking me out, Y/N?â
Cocking your head, you smile. âNow what kind of best friend would I be if I didnât appreciate you and your God given looks, hm?â
âA terrible one.â
âExactly.â
âSo why are you covering your eyes?â he asks, his voice growing louder as you feel the covers move beside you.Â
âBecause thereâs another friend of yours that I donât think I should be seeing as your best friend,â you say, ignoring the way you feel your cheeks go warm when you say it, and especially the way Jungkookâs deep chuckle sounds as you notice the bed dip beside you.
âHeâs covered,â he says quietly.
âNot enough.â
Jungkook laughs again and this time you can feel his body beside yours. âThat friend is hidden safe and sound, Y/N. You can look now.â
Peeking your eyes open slowly, you see Jungkook right beside you in bed. Heâs sitting up, smiling down at you with his abs eye level to you. Youâve seen Jungkook topless before plenty of times, but being this close and being in bed with him is new to you. Youâre sure itâs the reason you feel your heart rate rising.Â
âGood,â you say, turning away. âNow hide the eye candy please. Itâs bedtime, Iâve brushed my teeth and Iâm not trying to get a cavity.â
Jungkook laughs, sliding down further into the bed to cover himself up to his shoulders.Â
âTheyâre that sweet, huh?â
âIâd be disappointed if they werenât, all that time in the gym would just be a waste.â
âNow thatâs true,â Jungkook says with a smile, shifting in the bed so heâs more comfortable.
You hum quietly, staying still as Jungkook moves. Only once heâs found his comfortable position, then you do the same, turning onto your belly facing him.Â
Jungkook happens to be facing you too and he smiles sleepily as his eyes close. âGood night, Y/N.â
Your eyes remain open for a few seconds as you look at him a little longer. âMhm, night Koo,â you whisper, smiling even though he canât see you.Â
He looks pretty when he sleeps. You take in every one of his features, unaware that there is still a smile on your face as you do so.
Catching you unaware, Jungkook winks an eye open. âWhatâre you looking at, hm?â he asks softly with a teasing lilt to his voice.Â
You feel flustered, eyes going wide. âThereâs something on your face,â you say quickly, brushing nothing off of his face. âEyelash or something,â you mutter, subconsciously shifting away from him a little since the close proximity definitely isnât helping.Â
âUh-huh,â he nods, hiding a smile.Â
Youâre not sure what it is about his smile that makes your heart skip a beat and your senses go fuzzy like theyâve done so more than once now because of Jungkook. Itâs odd, heâs not doing anything different, yet you feel different. Mentally, you officially dub this The Jungkook Effect.Â
Thereâs not much you can say to defend yourself so you press your eyes shut and fight back a smile yourself. âWell, anyway, good night.â
âYou sure you wanna sleep?â Jungkook teases.Â
âOh shut up,â you say with a laugh, you pull one of the pillows out from behind your head and place it in the small space between your torsos.Â
Jungkook lifts his own head off his pillow and looks down at it with an amused smile. âIs this really necessary?â
Lifting your own head and resting on your palm, you arch your brow at him. âIâve read enough books to know what happens when two people who arenât dating share a bed.â
Jungkook mirrors your expression and dares to move an inch closer. âAnd whatâs that?â
Smiling like the little know it all you are, you answer, âThey wake up in the morning with someoneâs cute ass, which would be mine in this case, conveniently pushed up against someoneâs dick.â
Jungkook clicks his tongue and the smirk on his lips is clear as day. âAh, which would be mine,â he says, briefly looking down. His lips look wet when he says it and for some reason you find yourself wanting this conversation to continue on the same wavelength it is right now⊠but itâs also at this moment you realise youâre lying in bed and practically flirting with your best friend.
âExactly,â you say, letting out a small breath as you fall back into your pillow, looking up to the ceiling.
Pursing his lips, Jungkook hides a smile. âWell I guess we definitely donât want that to happen.â
You stifle a laugh as you lightly whack him with the pillow between you before putting it back in its place. âShut it, Jeon.âÂ
He chuckles, falling back into his pillow. âJust kidding,â he murmurs, sliding further beneath the covers and getting comfortable. âGood night, Y/N.â
With a tired smile, you hum. âGood night, Koo.â
The stops at St Tropez and Nice both pass as quickly as the first few cities in Spain and before you know it, youâve visited all the cities scheduled for France too. The stop in Barcelona has been your favourite so far though â the resort the Diamindisâ booked for the families on the cruise most definitely did not disappoint and the riding you got to do was just a big bonus, especially watching Alias struggling with his mare.Â
The whole Jungkook situation has been pretty easy to navigate too. Now that the important people in your life know itâs not real, it makes it easier and Jungkook and you only need to behave as you normally do so youâre both happy. On top of that, youâve noted that you havenât had any more experiences with the Jungkook effect, though youâre not sure you can say that pleases you.Â
Itâs also been a while since youâve hung out with Lawrence. He seemed to stay close in the first few days but you figured it must be his parents encouraging him to socialise with some of the other families since heâs not at home much. This became true enough when you saw him stuck at a table in some fancy restaurant in Nice with the Maddisonâs.Â
Although you did hope to get to spend some more time with Lawrence, at least for old times sake, you canât say you care much, especially since Sophia has finally joined you.Â
âWhy donât we go to the pool?â you say, raising your brows at Sophia. Itâs almost midnight but youâre still lounging on a quieter deck with Jungkook and Alias. Since itâs a sea day tomorrow, you donât need to be up early and it seems like itâll be more fun than the last time now that Sophia is here too.
She perks up at that, turning towards you. âItâs closed right?â
âYep, but that just makes it better,â you smile, ignoring Jungkook and Alias scoffing at your change in opinion â last time you were adamant that you should be following the rules.Â
âOkay, letâs do it.â She looks at Jungkook and Alias. âYou guys joining us?â
âSure,â Alias hops up. âItâll be fun to see Y/N break the rules,â he grins at you.
Sassing him, you get up too. âThis time Iâm pushing you in.â
âIâd like to see you try.â Alias tenses, flexing his biceps. âIâm 73 kilos of this,â he nods.
Itâs no secret that Alias has an impressive figure, but unwilling to cave, you just roll your eyes and playfully swat his arm. âWhatever.â
âAlright, letâs meet at the top deck pool in ten minutes?â Jungkook says hopping up from the lounge.Â
âMake that fifteen,â Sophia says. âI donât know where I put all my swimsuits.â
Agreeing, you all head towards the upper decks, only splitting up to go towards your respective corridors to your cabins. Sophia and Alias go right towards the corridor where their family cabins are situated, while Jungkook and you still need to walk a little further to get back to your shared cabin.
Surprisingly, itâs been easy to share a cabin with Jungkook. Most days you come back from whatever activity you had that day and knock out easily since youâre so tired. On top of that, your pillow idea seems to be working perfectly and you havenât experienced any awkward or uncomfortable moments. There have, however, been a few times youâve mistaken the pillow for Jungkook and in the split second it takes you to realise itâs only the pillow, you can swear your heart skips a beat and your pulse races. The disappointment that follows is something you canât seem to explain to yourself.Â
âSo Sophia comes and all of a sudden youâre Little Miss Daredevil, huh?â Jungkook says, as you walk together.Â
You glance at him and note how handsome he looks today. After spending some time in the sea while in Nice, his dark locks are curled and framing his face perfectly. He walks with his hands in his short pockets and the linen material of his shirt blows in the evening air giving the occasional glimpse of his lean figure. It occurs to you that this is going to be coming off in a short while when you go to the poolâ
Oop. You pause your thoughts, realising that the little flutter you just felt down south was definitely due to picturing your best friend topless. A part of you feels guilty wondering if Jungkook would be embarrassed, but you also know that Jungkook knows what you think of his physique. You pretty much said it all the other night and heâs caught you looking plenty of times before that, even making jokes about it when you did.
âShe brings out that side of me,â you sigh, smiling as you descend the steps that lead towards your corridor.
âAlias and I arenât good enough for you, huh?â
âDonât take it personally,â you joke, and Jungkook just laughs quietly so he doesnât wake up anyone as you walk past some cabins.Â
Once back at your own, you quickly change into a bathing suit and throw on a hoodie and shorts so in case any staff see you, they donât suspect youâre planning on going to the pool.
Alias is already waiting at the top deck and you can also see heâs brought some drinks along with him. Heâs chosen not to cover up and is revealing his washboard abs for the whole world to see, and letâs not forget those killer thighs of his.Â
âBeat you here,â he says without even thinking.
âWho was counting?â Jungkook says, bumping shoulders with him on purpose.Â
âI was,â Alias responds, and quickly the two resort to their childish antics as Jungkook pulls him into a headlock. You choose to sit and watch, dipping your toes in the pool as you throw your hoodie to the side.Â
âGuys, shut up, we can hear you from a mile away,â you hear Sophiaâs voice from behind you as she climbs the steps to your deck.Â
Jungkook and Alias stop mid-wrestle and you get up to pull your shorts off.Â
âHuh?â Alias frowns, pulling himself free from Jungkook. âWe?â
Once Sophia is standing on the deck, you see someone else coming up behind her.Â
Lawrence.Â
Sophia steps to the side as he steps up. âYeah, we,â she repeats.Â
âHey guys,â Lawrence says with a harmless smile, glancing across at you all.
âHey,â you smile back.
âOh, hey man,â Alias waves.Â
Jungkook smiles too with a nod of his head.Â
âI saw Lawrence on the way so I thought Iâd ask him to join us,â Sophia explains as she too pulls off an oversized hoodie.Â
âI hope thatâs alright,â Lawrence chuckles awkwardly.
âThe more the merrier,â Alias says with a shrug. âSo,â he looks at you, âwho are we pushing in first?â
âYou,â you smile.Â
Alias spreads his arms, inviting you. âIâd love to see you try, babe.â
Glancing to his right, you subtly raise your brow at Jungkook who smiles back at you. In a split second, Alias is being lifted from the ground and tossed into the pool.Â
Sophia and you jump into the pool right after, surfacing close to Alias.
âI thought we were friends,â he laughs at Jungkook splashing water towards him. âGosh, I forgot how whipped you are.âÂ
Jungkook just laughs and shrugs. âSorry, man,â is all he says.
âYou getting in?â Sophia asks Lawrence as she joins you next to the pool, dipping your toes first.Â
He nods. âI guess.â He glances around looking at the empty surroundings. This top deck is pretty big considering itâs wholly private.
âWhat?â Alias holds out his arms. âWeâre not good enough for you?â he jokes.Â
âOf course you are,â Lawrence says before he shrugs, lips curving into a smile. âI just think with all this space, we could do something more.â
âOh.â Sophia raises her brows, intrigued. âLike what?â
She speaks for all of you as you all look at him.
âI risk sounding like a five year old,â he says with a small laugh, âbut how about hide and seek.â He looks around again. âWeâre on a ship, weâve got plenty of hiding spaces.â
The rest of you glance at each other and itâs clear that youâre all in agreement.
Alias jumps out of the pool. âAlright, but itâs hide and seek chase.â He grabs a towel and dries himself off. âIâm it first,â he adds with a devilish smile.
âEven better,â Lawrence says, pleased that everyone is on board. âAre we splitting up or staying together?â
âIâll go with Y/N,â Jungkook says, approaching your side as you get up from the side of the pool. The air is chilly to your wet skin but you quickly warm up as Jungkook helps you pat dry.
âIâll stay with Lawrence,â Sophia says, walking over to his side.
âAlright letâs stick to the top two decks when hiding, but if Iâm chasing you, we can go anywhere,â Alias says, pulling on a linen tee.
âWhereâs the base?â you ask, covering yourself up too.Â
âHere?â Sophia proposes.
âOr only inside the pool,â Jungkook adds to the suggestion with a shrug.
Lawrence nods in agreement, as do the rest of you.
âAlright,â Alias smirks. âReady?â He doesnât wait for an answer before starting to count down, âone hundred, ninety nine, ninety eightâŠâ
The rest of you bolt immediately knowing that 100 seconds with Alias will only be 50, if that.
Sophia doesnât even wait for Lawrenceâs confirmation before running in the direction she came from but he follows her anyway.
With a tight hold on your hand, Jungkook pulls you in the opposite direction, already running faster than you can keep up with.Â
âSlow down,â you laugh, squeezing his hand.
âCâmon,â he says without turning back and without slowing down. âWe gotta get away first, heâs only gonna count to ten.â
Just as you suspected, even with the distance thatâs been put between you already, you can hear Alias yell out for you all to hear.
âReady or not, here I come.â
Youâre just grateful thereâs no cabins near here.Â
It feels like youâre running for a mile, starting outside before Jungkook takes you through a door and down multiple corridors and even two smaller staircases you had no idea existed. Heâs slower now which comes and a relief to you, but youâre still panting from all the sprinting.
âKoo, where the hell are we going?â you ask, tugging on his hand to make him stop.minutes, you find yourself on a part of the ship youâve never been to before.
âYouâre lost, arenât you?â you say, not really caring about being lost because youâre just glad Jungkook stopped running.
âNo, Iâve been here before.â Judging by the way heâs walking, it does seem like he knows where heâs going. âWeâre near our cabin.âÂ
âReally?â You look around, frowning at your surroundings. âI donât recognise it.â
âYep,â Jungkook takes your hand as he taps his pass on a door to go down a corridor which you still donât recognise but from the smell, seems to be near the kitchen.Â
âWait, JungkookâŠâ you pause, looking back at a small sign above where Jungkook tapped his card. Staff only. âHow?â you ask in bewilderment.
Jungkook just pulls you forward with a smug look on his face âAlias gave it to me. He got one for himself and Alex too.â
Of course he did. âHeâs trying to get us kicked off, I swear.â
âItâs just for a little fun,â Jungkook grins. âBesides, this way, we can win the game.â
âYeah, except Alias can get in here too then.â
Coming to a split in the corridor, Jungkook stops. âOh yeah,â he mumbles. âWell,Â
âHey!â
Jungkook and you both turn on the spot to the sound of a voice from ahead of you. Itâs a member of staff, the same one from the night Alias and Jungkook jumped in the pool. He seemed pretty mad at the time and seeing his expression now as he starts walking towards you, he seems the same. You donât blame him, he was chasing you guys for the better part of ten minutes.
âRun?â Jungkook whispers, his fingers clasping yours tightly.
âRun,â you nod.
Before you know it, your legs are moving as Jungkook leads you down the closest corridor.
âHey! Stop!âÂ
You almost feel bad about running away, but at the same time, you know that the guy is only trying to stop you to feed whatever power trip heâs on, so you keep running as fast as you can to try to keep up with Jungkook.
âDo you know where youâre going?â you huff, looking over your shoulder.
The guy is right behind you.Â
âNo,â Jungkook laughs, slowing down as he sees a corridor to his right.Â
âKeep going,â you laugh too, pulling him down the corridor before the guy can catch up.Â
âOi, I said stop!â he yells.
âWhat dâyou think, Y/N?â Jungkook asks, though he shows no sign of stopping. âShould we listen to him?â
âNever,â you respond, glancing back again. He seems to be slowing down but you donât stop yet. This time, you take the lead and go down a smaller corridor which you realise leads to a staircase.
âUp,â Jungkook ushers you, letting you go first. Luckily it;s a short one and Jungkook comes up close behind you.
âLeft or right?â you ask, glancing down the corridor. The left leads to a door which heads outside, the right leads to a door which seems to hide a dimly lit corridor.
Jungkook takes your hand again, going left. As he pushes the door open, you hear the guy is still coming close behind you. âStop,â he yells.
Youâre honestly surprised heâs still chasing you but youâre also tired now and really just want to stop. âKoo, I think I have asthma,â you breathe out, feeling your steps slow down.
Jungkoook chuckles, looking back at you. âY/N, weâve been through this before, you donât have asthma.â
You would pout because you know heâs righ and you still want to stop but you also donât want that guy to catch up to you.Â
Still, Jungkook glances around while jogging as though heâs looking for something. âAh, there!â
Youâre too tired to ask what, only letting Jungkook lead you across the deck to a door which takes you back inside. As you enter, you see the staff still coming behind you. Gosh, heâs bothered. After only a few yards, Jungkook uses the staff pass to open a door on your right. Inside is a small room with a few shelves lining the walls and one big one in the middle; itâs full of rescue equipment.
âWhat the hell, Koo?â you laugh, letting him take you inside as he closes the door quickly.Â
He takes you to hide behind the biggest shelf in the middle of the room. With your back pressed against it, he stands close in front of you so he can still see the door.
When you look up at him, you see a massive grin on his face and that mischievous gleam in his eyes that you love.
âYouâre crazy,â you murmur, restraining a laugh.
âShh,â he whispers, placing his hand beside your head as he takes the smallest step closer, one thatâs enough for you to feel the warmth of his breathing as his chest rises and falls so close to you.Â
The sensation makes you fall quiet anyway and youâre sure that even if you did speak, no one from outside would be able to hear you, but youâre rather enjoying the feeling of having him this close to you. The smell of his perfume â your favourite â fills you with every heavy inhale as you catch your breath too, and suddenly, you find this feeling familiar.
That damned Jungkook effect.Â
Since youâre stuck here hiding for a few moments, you can do nothing but just embrace it as it comes. Apparently youâre embracing it a little too much as you donât realise your eyes close and your head slowly moves closer to his chest. It just feels so good being this close to him â feeling his warmth, smelling him⊠his body is so close to yours, you wonder what would happen if you just took another step forward andâ
âYou okay there?â Jungkookâs voice comes out low with a humorous lilt.
ââHm?â Your eyes go wide as you realise your head was resting on his chest. âSorry,â you mumble, suddenly feeling your cheeks go warm. âIâm tired, itâs late.â
âMhm, thatâs okay.â
Looking up, you see the mischievous gleam in his eyes has changed to something playful.Â
âYou can use me as a pillow anytime,â he adds with a wink.
Scoffing, you poke him in the chest. âWell I gotta put these pecs to use somehow.â
He laughs quietly before poking his head out to the side. âCome on, I think heâs gone and weâve got a game to get back to.â
You follow him to the door and find the corridor empty, thankfully. âAlias has probably already found the other guys.â
âThat would make us the winners.â
âMm, Iâm pretty sure weâre supposed to get back to base first.â
âOh, yeah.â Jungkook pauses, looking around. âWhere is the base from here?â
âUmâŠâ Stopping beside him, you look around too. Itâs hard to tell when itâs dark but thereâs some parts of the deck which look familiar to you. âI think we keep going forward.â
âActually, I think weâve passed the way up.â
âWhat?â you frown, looking up confused.Â
âWell the pool was at one of the top decks and thereâs one way up which we missed, no?â
âI donât think so.â
Jungkook looks down at you, his brows raised. âReally?â
âReally,â you say, taking his hand to tug him along, except he doesnât move. When you look back at him, you see heâs got his brows raised with a smile, one that only spells a challenge.Â
âOh, câmon, Koo,â you sigh.Â
He shrugs before swinging your hand. âLetâs see who gets there first then,â he says in a sing-songy voice.
âFine,â you shrug, already turning away from him. âJust be careful Alias doesnât get you on your way.â
âIâll be fine, just look out for yourself,â he responds as he already starts skipping back the other way.Â
Shaking your head, you turn back to look at your surroundings. Youâre sure thereâs a small staircase somewhere near here that youâre supposed to go up which should be close to the pool. Itâs when youâre glancing around now that you realise itâs actually quite scary being alone on an empty deck late at night with no company but the sea.
Taking a few steps back, you look down the way you came to see if Jungkook might still be there but of course heâs not â heâs probably running to make sure he gets back before you.
Sighing, you continue down the path that seems familiar to you, only to hear a small bang from somewhere in front of you. Immediately, youâre relieved to see Lawrence coming around the corner ahead of you.
He smiles when he sees you. âHey,â he says, voice hushed.Â
âHey,â you answer, looking behind him. âWas that bang you?â
He looks back, confused for a split second before he nods. âOh, yeah, I just jumped down the last few steps when I was coming down.â
âRight. Whereâs Alias and Sophia?â
âWell Alias tried to get me just a little while ago but I lost him,â he says, looking proud of himself before he frowns. âWhereâs Jungkook?â
âWe split up,â you answer with a smug smile. âHe thinks the base is back this way.â You point in the direction that he went in. âBut I know itâs this way.â You point in the opposite direction.
Lawrence chuckles, looking at you somewhat endearingly though it goes unnoticed by you. âUh, Y/N, itâs the other way.â
âHuh?â you frown, looking back. âReally?âÂ
âYep,â he nods, hiding an amused smile. âI can show you the way if you like?â
Sighing in defeat, you agree to go with him. âItâs not like I have any chances of beating him now.â
âAh,â Lawrence sighs as he falls into stride beside you. âStill got the competitive streak I see?â
âMe?â you laugh quietly, glancing at him.
âMhm, you,â he says matter-of-factly, still sporting a smile.
Looking at him now, you note how relaxed and care-free he seems. Youâre not sure whether itâs because his usually swept back hair is now falling freely, or if itâs because of the glow on his face from the light sheen of sweat from the humidity of the evening air. Itâs nice to see him like this, even the smile is a difference â growing up he always seemed so mysterious and quiet which no doubt had to do with the pressure he faced as an only child and a big family name to live up to.Â
âWell, itâs good you remember. I wonât be losing today either,â you say with a playful nudge.
âOh, donât worry,â he laughs. âIf we bump into Alias, Iâm ditching you fast.â
âI hope so, youâre dead weight to me.â
âHey!â He nudges you back as he still laughs, loosely running his hand through his hair.
âMm, remember when we were kids?â you say, suddenly reminiscing. âWe used to do this stuff all the time.â
Lawrence nods. âI do,â he says with a smile. âThere was one Christmas, we all went up to that chalet in⊠oh, where was it?â he frowns, looking at you. âCourchevel?â
âHmâŠâ You shake your head as it rings a bell. âI donât think so, there was only one year we celebrated Christmas abroad all together and it wasnât in France.â
âSwitzerland?â
âYes!â You say, pointing your finger at him as you suddenly remember the finer details of the trip. âAt St Moritz, we had that massive suite at Kempinski.â
âThat's the one,â Lawrence says with a smile matching yours. âDâyou remember those nights we would always want to go out but our parents never let us? So we used to run around hiding from them.â
âMhm,â you nod. âI remember Leon and Helena would get so mad, even I was scared of them but their own kids never even cared.â
âMy parents got mad too but we still did it every night,â Lawrence laughs, his walk slowing down as the two of you approach the bow. âI wonder how he were so brave,â he continues, âI bet it was Aliasâs idea, all the fun stuff was always his idea.â
âMm, actually, I think it was yours,â you say, tilting your head towards him.Â
âReally?â Lawrence questions, brow raised as he walks closer to the ledge overlooking the tranquil evening sea though you canât actually see much besides a distant glittering coastline.Â
âMhm, really,â you nod, coming to stand beside him.
Lawrence turns so heâs facing you, a thoughtful expression on his face but his lips are still curved in a smile as they have been this whole time. âIâm surprised you remember.â
You shrug. âI remember a lot of things.â
Lawrence opens his mouth as though to say something before closing it.Â
âWhat?â you ask, turning to face him too.Â
He shakes his head. âI was about to ask something but itâs probably gonna sound stupid.â
âStupid questions are my favourite to answer,â you say with a smile.Â
He arches a brow, his smile changing to something more timid. âDâyou remember a lot about me or just everything in general?â
You laugh, not having expected that. Lawrence isnât really the conceited type so you donât think itâs coming from a place of vanity, and the shy hesitancy he says it with almost makes him seem cute â like he wants you to say him.
âBoth I guess,â you answer honestly.Â
He laughs too, one that reminds you of the days you spent daydreaming about him. It feels almost nostalgic, certainly not the same. If this was a few years ago you mightâve gotten butterflies from just hearing that laugh but now you only feel happy to see him letting his guard down and smiling which is a rare occurrence with him.
âAre you surprised?â you ask.
âWell, yeah,â he says, still with a shyness. âI thought I just went unnoticed in school.â
âUnnoticed? You were without a doubt one of the most popular guys in school.â
He shrugs. âNever felt like it.â
You scoff in amusement. âYeah, because imagine being the one to receive almost 100 cards on Valentineâs Day every year, not to mention the endless notes in your lockers.â
âAh,â Lawrence laughs softly. âOkay I see your point.â He glances towards you. âNever got one from you though.â
âI was too shy,â you say, trying to hide the truth a little with a tone of sarcasm.Â
âProbably wouldâve said yes if it was from you,â he says with a playful smirk.
âThanks for telling me this late,â you laugh. âBut waitâŠâ You look at him in amusement, having just processed some of what heâs said. âSo youâre telling me you had no idea that I had a crush on you in school?!â
Confusion is the first and only emotion you manage to catch on Lawrenceâs face, the rest passing in a second. âI had no idea!â he says, half laughing while still in what can only be surprise. âYou liked me?â He looks at you and you notice a tinge of pink colouring his cheeks.
âFor a long time,â you laugh. âThough I donât know why, you never paid me much attention until college.â
Lawrence doesnât skip a beat when answering. âI had to! Iâm two years older than you, any attention I wanted to give you throughout school mightâve just caused problems and I didnât want that for you.â
âWell, how thoughtful of you to not want me to be the subject of stupid rumours, meanwhile I was left to pine over you,â you say somewhat sarcastically but still humourful. âIf only I knew that you were being so considerateâŠâ only now do you realise exactly what it is that Lawrence has just said⊠âHang on.â You pause, brows creasing as you turn to look at him. âYou what?â
Lawrence suddenly hesitates, timidly. âI had a thing for you,â he mumbles after a few seconds.
âYou did?â
âMhm, for a while. Itâs always been there⊠still is.â
Your head is reeling⊠you couldâve had Lawrence. You still could have Lawrence â heâs telling you as much â butâŠ
âWhy didnât you ever say anything?â you ask softly, still dumbfounded.
âI wanted to,â he admits with a small smile, just about managing to look at you now. âYour first year of college, but you seemed so carefree and I didnât wanna be the older guy tying you down. Even though itâs just one year, everyone has fun in first year so I wanted you to have that too.â He purses his lips before releasing a small breath as he looks away.Â
âI wouldnât have cared about that,â you say quietly with a laugh.Â
To your relief, Lawrence laughs too, albeit awkwardly. âReally?â
âYeah,â you shrug.
âWell, for what itâs worth, I tried again in my last year, your third.â He glances at you before shrugging. âI donât think you cared for it though.â
Itâs easy to remember what heâs talking about now â thereâs no way you wouldnât remember all the times Lawrence tried to shoot his shot with you, especially because you could never figure out why you denied it to him and yourself.
Lawrence continues in your moment of silence. âI always thought it was because of Jungkook.â
All the thoughts come to a standstill in your mindâŠÂ
âNow I know I was right,â Lawrence says with a wistful smile.Â
Is this your answer? The reason you never wanted to pursue Lawrence even after having a crush on him for so long â because of Jungkook?Â
Itâs even crazier to you that right now, it doesnât seem so bizarre.Â
Jungkook has always felt right. Maybe you do care about him in more ways than you realised, maybe everything Lawrence is saying is true, and maybe everything Alex has been saying for months now is true. Thereâs obviously a reason youâve started to feel differently around him, not to mention youâre always finding any and every excuse to be with him.
Lawrence continues, unaware of the thoughts unravelling in your head. âI just wish Iâd had the courage to say something sooner, but itâs my fault.â He takes a step closer and the feeling of his hand brushing yours draws you back into this moment.Â
Looking up, you meet his gaze to see soft eyes and furrowed brows.Â
âNow itâs all out there though,â he says in a voice quiet enough to be a whisper, âI have to knowâŠâÂ
His eyes search yours and he hesitates for a brief moment before you feel his fingers lace between yours. âIt is too late, right?â
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â you're the sunflower à©â©â§âË
ⶠpairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader
ⶠsynopsis: everyone on the team loves you, expect miguel who seems to hate you more than anyone.
ⶠwarnings: angst!! major angst. sunshine!reader x grumpy!miguel. reader is nicknamed sunflower, mentions of death.
ⶠnotes: there's one spanish sentence in this, I'm not good with spanish so if I've made a mistake please tell me so i can fix it! part two is already up!!!
Everyone on the team loved you from the moment you joined, everyone, except Miguel.Â
You knew Miguel was cold towards everyone, but he was extra cold with you. Maybe it was because of how different your personalities were.Â
You were the embodiment of sunshine, always positive in any situation, putting others before yourself. Hence why everyone calls you sunflower, it fits perfectly, Miles was proud of coming up with it.Â
Miguel on the other hand was cold and distant but that didn't stop you from trying to get him to open up. You'd try to have simple conversations with him but nothing, all you would receive in reply was an eye roll or a slight grunt, but you wouldn't give up that easily.Â
Like today, you got him some coffee.Â
"Morning, boss. Got you some coffee." You said in your usual cheerful tone.Â
"Why?" He raised his eyebrows, looking down at you suspiciously. That's the most he's said to you all week.Â
"Because I wanted to." You shrugged, placing it down on his desk.Â
He steped down walking towards his desk, you couldn't help but stare at him, unfortunately for you, everything about him was so attractive, it's such a shame he hated you.Â
"This isn't how I like my coffee."Â
"Huh?" You snapped out of your daydream at the sound of his voice.Â
"The coffee, it tastes terrible. Get it from another place next time."Â
"Well, actually I made it-" But he had already walked away from you not listening to a word you said. "Alright, never mind, I'll just go back to work." You mumbled hurt by his words.Â
"Wait, hold on." You looked up, thinking, maybe he'll say something nice after all.Â
"Yeah?"Â
"Take the coffee with you, I won't be drinking it."Â
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"Girl, why do you look so sad? Did Miguel do something again?" Jess asked with a frown, she did not like seeing you sad.Â
"No."
"SunflowerâŠ"
"Okay, yes." Miguel being cold towards you was normal, he never spoke to you unless necessary. Out of everyone here, he probably hated you the most, even more than Miles. Â
"Sunflower, I've told you to stop trying." Jess sighed.Â
"I know, I know⊠why does he hate me so much, Jess?"Â
"That's just the way he is, don't overthink it. It's his loss, baby." She replied, gently patting your shoulder.Â
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Today was going to be a good day, you were so sure of it.Â
But, of course, you were wrong.Â
Everything was going great up until a few hours ago.Â
Miguel had assigned you on a mission to catch an anomaly, alongside a few other spider-people. His instructions were clear, stick to the plan and catch the anomaly. It was supposed to be simple.Â
If only you didn't disobey him. You screwed up badly, and because of that, you could have been killed.Â
"Why don't you ever listen?" Miguel shouted. No one had ever seen him this angry.Â
"I was just tryin-"Â
"ÂĄAy, por el amor de Dios!" Being yelled at by your boss in front of your coworkers was humiliating, everyone was looking at you with pity.Â
"I'm sick of this, why canât you follow simple instructions? Is it that hard to understand?" He barked, towering over you.Â
"It's not a big deal." You tried to keep your composure, you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by bursting into tears.Â
"Not a big deal? You could've died! A simple mistake would have ruined the whole mission."Â
Don't cry. Don't cry.Â
"But we're all fine, aren't we?" You weakly chuckled. That was the wrong thing to say because it only made him angrier.Â
"Oh? If that's the attitude you have then you shouldn't even be on the team." Ouch.Â
"Miguel, I think that's enough-" Hobie said, quickly jumping in.Â
"Not now, Hobie." He growled.Â
Never once did you think that you'd be in a situation like this.Â
"If you put more focus on trying to be good at your job, rather than impressing me, we wouldn't even be here!" Oh, so he did notice that.Â
At this point, tears were streaming freely down your face and you made no attempt to stop them.Â
"Yep, you got it, boss." You smiled up at him through your tears. It was pathetic, but you did not care, you just wanted to leave and never come back.Â
"Next time make sure this doesn't happen."Â
"It won't happen next time." That's because there won't be a next time.
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Hii! I've seen some Pregnancy scenario with LaD's men, but I have this HC-- personally for Sylus. That when fem!reader got pregnant, he didn't really understand how the Pregnancy hormones work, until he experienced one and he got confused how he should act or react because it's feels like he's walking on landime, one wrong move/word, she'd throwing tantrum or being sulky at him
I've heard from my Friend who got pregnant before, when she craving something and her Husband showing any form that he can't fulfill what she's craves, she felt her heart broken, and she'd sulk and acted as if he just cheated on her. The problem is, she always craved something that didn't even exist at that momentđ, she's craving certain type of Mango while it's not even that Mango season, so nobody selling it. He literally being desperate to negotiate with her cravings
So... Can I request a scenario smiliar like that? It doesn't have to be mango, or any foods. Just... how Pregnancy hormones or Cravings could make Sylus got frustated lol
Aaaaa anon this is adorable, thank you! We love making Sylus suffer in cute and harmless ways. He's always asking for trouble, so let's give him some! đđ
Something Sweet
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: Sylus knows how to get what he wants. Getting what you want might be a little more tricky...
Genre: fluff!
Warnings/Additional tags: female!reader, IMPLIED pregnant!reader (pregnancy not actually mentioned or described- just hormones being hormones â), established relationship, canon pet names, a lil bit of roleplay because Sylus refuses to leave his Mystic Adventure era
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âSy, dâyou know what Iâm craving right now?â
âAlways, sweetie.â Sylus doesnât look up from his book. âNot now, though. Iâm tired.â
Morning sunlight streams through the gaps in your living room curtains, casting pale yellow shapes over the floor. A shard of it has been inching over the sofa towards Sylus, the sharp edge now grazing the side of his face. He shifts, ever so slightly, away from its touch. His eyes are open but heavy.
âNo,â you scold, leaning forwards to swat at him with your book. âThatâs not what I meant, you narcissist.â
He chuckles with his usual low timbreâ his gaze still not liftingâ and the sound is deeper for how close he is to sleep. He wants to give in to it, you can tell. When he turns a page, the movement is languid, soft. Youâre losing him.
âSy,â you say again, then with more of a whine: âSylus.â
His eyes flutter closed as he draws in a deep breath. His hand raises, his fingers stretching to pull his reading glasses from his face. Theyâre set down on the arm of the chair beside him, along with the book, and he turns to you with a smile. âWhat are you craving, sweetie?â
You rest your book on your stomach. Your legs are stretched out over Sylusâs lap, and his hand finds one of your feet, massaging an ache from it as you begin your speech. âDo you remember that cafĂ© we used to go to? The one we found when it started raining in the park that day? We didnât think it was open, but then the owner knocked on the window and said we couldââ
âYeah?â His hand moves to your other foot.
âWell, they make theseââ
âMacarons.â
âYou remember?â
His smile widens like he remembers vividly. âKitten, how could I forget? Iâm still jealous of that sweet little treat. Youâve never made that face for me, and believe meââ he wiggles one of your toesâ âIâve tried.â
That had been one of the only times youâd truly caught him off-guard, back when your feelings for one another were unnamed and uncharted. The rain had been drumming against the cafĂ© window, and youâd heaved Sylusâs damp coat from your shouldersâ giggled at the raised eyebrow and the sarcastic ââŠthanksâ heâd given in turn. One hot drink later, you were lifting a pastel pink macaron to your lips, taking a delicate bite and failing to stifle a tiny, almost euphoric moan.
You remember realising yourself: blushing profusely and expecting some remark, some ridicule, but none ever came. Sylusâs eyes were wide, dark, fixed upon your still parted mouth.
After a few of the longest seconds of your life, heâd dragged the plate with the rest of the macarons away from you and muttered something about how you had better not do that again.
âTheyâre still the sweetest things Iâve ever tasted,â you tease now, just as youâd wrestled him for that plate back then, set on eating every last macaron.
He makes a hmph as he idly runs a finger over the part of your foot he knows is ticklish. His expression is distinctly grumpy, but it falters as you laugh and try to writhe away from him.
Youâre quickly out of breath. âSylus?â
âMmm?â
He glances up at you and you smile sweetly, head tilting. âPlease?â
His coat on a rainy day. The entire plate of macarons in the end; heâs never been very good at denying you anything. For the first time since youâd stirred him from his book, however, he appears genuinely regretful. âYouâre forgetting something, sweetie,â he murmurs gently. âWhy did we stop going to that cafĂ©, hmm?â
You shrug.
âIt closed, kitten,â he sighs. âMonths ago.â
âWhat?â
Not only did you already know thatâ you actually visited the cafĂ© on its final day. The owner was telling you stories: he was moving somewhere warmer, closer to family, and he needed all the funds he could get. Sylus had snuck an obscene amount of money into the manâs tip jar whilst you acted as a distraction. You both had fond memories of that place; it was nice to make one more.  Â
It's all coming back to you and youâre struck by a wave of nostalgia. You want to go back there. You canât go back there. It doesnât exist anymore, and youâll never taste sweetness like that again.
Your mouth has gone dry.
âSweetie?â Sylus prompts, because he notices youâre far away. âAre you alright?â
âYeah,â your voice wobbles, âI just really wanted⊠I mean, I really needed one of thoseââ
â⊠Macarons?â he finishes for you.
You burst into tears, and one day, youâll tally this as another time you took the man by surprise. His face drops instantlyâ lost, for a momentâ before he slides your legs from his lap, allowing him to lean closer. âNo, no, no,â he coos, âdonât cry, kitten, please. I didnât mean to⊠well, I didnât realiseâŠâ
He doesnât know what to say, and he always knows what to say. He set you off with a single word and now heâs stuttering like sentences are all possible landmines. He tries his luck again, putting a foot forward: âListen to me. Iâll go to the store. Would that be alright? Or perhaps thereâs another cafĂ© that couldââ
You explode: sobbing even more viscerally. Your whole body shakes with it.
Sylus has frozen. He watches on helplessly as you cry, blabbering about the macarons you canât have and the cafĂ© you canât return to. Across the room, even Mephisto has hunched down on his perch, though he issues a few, spirited squawks, maybe in solidarity with your breakdown, or maybe in protest of it.
Itâs like a catalyst. You cry more: burying your face in your hands because what the hell is wrong with you? Itâs not a big deal. Itâs not a big deal, so why do you feel sick? And then thereâs Sylusâ your Sylus, devoted and adoringâ and here you are, punishing him for something beyond his control.
You look up from your hands, desperate to apologise, but heâs gone. More shards of sunlight paint his empty seat and catch all thatâs left of him: a few crow feathers, glistening like onyx. Mephisto is gone too, and the room is quiet, save for you snivelling and feeling sorry for yourself.
âSylus?â you call out into the empty morning.
It isnât his fault, not really. You wouldnât want to be around you, either.
âŠ
Something brushes over your cheek, and your tired eyes open.
The sun has ebbed back behind the curtains and the ceiling light has taken its place, casting artificial highlights over everything in reach: the coffee table, the closed-up flowers at its centre and a mug of tea thatâs gone cold. Sylus is in front of you too, backlit and soft like a daydream, and heâ
He left you.
âSy?â you whisper warily, because the context is coming back to you slowly, piece by piece.
âHey,â he coaxes, voice as honeyed as whateverâs turned the air sweet.
You blink, rubbing sleep from your eyes and relishing the warmth of his hand on your face. Then you slap his shoulder. âHey, really? Thatâs all youâve gotâ hey?â
Heâs kneeling for youâ on the floor, beside the couchâ so you can meet his eyes. He settles his chin thoughtfully on the edge of the seat, his nose almost touching yours. âWhat would you prefer, sweetie?â His lips are close to yours too. âGood evening, my beloved? Greetings, my queen?â
âHow about sorry?â you snap, because he isnât cute and he isnât charming.
He pouts. âWhy sorry?â
âBecause you left, Sylus!â You sit up straighter, and your phone tumbles out of your lap. Its screen is still lit-up from a few hours ago, showcasing a very one-sided conversation and a rant you never actually sent, because itâs still in the text box.
You vaguely recall writing it, so you try to snatch the phone from Sylusâs hand as he plucks it from the floor. Heâs more alert than you. More co-ordinated. He keeps it out of your grasp as he reads the unsent message, an eyebrow raising.
It was a lot of thingsâ colourful, creativeâ not entirely tasteful. âMy, my, your highness,â he tuts, âso this is the treatment your valiant knight receives for undertaking your quest?â
âYouâre not valiant,â you rebuke, and you manage to wrestle your phone from him. âYouâreââ
âA heartless prick,â he finishes casually, quoting your message with a chuckle. He takes your free hand and kisses the back of it, refusing to let you pull away. âAnd whose fault is that, I wonder?â
âYou can have your heart back.â
âNope. Youâre stuck with it, sweetie. With me, too. Nowââ he sits back on his kneesâ âwould you please ask me about my quest?â
The analogy is lost on you. You sit fully up, looking down at him. âWhat quest, oh valiant knight?â
His lips form a smirk; he just loves when you play along. âClose your eyes.â
You doâ whether youâre queen or not. You hear him shifting aside, and then thereâs a snap of his fingers. The air changes, warping like thick, liquid smoke, and you know heâs using his Evol. âOpen,â he commands.
And there on the coffee table, freshly teleported, is a plate of macarons the colour of cherry blossoms. As if anticipating the comparison, Sylus pulls a handful of pink petals from his pocket and blows them up into the air so they can spiral down on the scene. He watches them. Then you. âTa-da,â he proclaims, his tone dry but full of humour.
Youâre prone to hyperbole nowadays, but this is without a doubt the best thing you have ever seen.
âSylus,â you gasp in disbelief, âhow did youââ
âIt doesnât matter,â he says; the story isnât for today, and heâs very, very tired. A few weeks from now heâll tell you about how he tracked down the contact information of the owner of the old cafĂ©. How he spent an hour on the phone bargaining for a certain macaron recipe, and several more hours in the kitchen, trying to get them perfect. âNow, they might not be exactly the same, sweetie. But I did try toââ
You surge forwards, capturing his lips in a kiss. Itâs so impulsiveâ so recklessâ that you almost tumble down from the couch, but he catches you, steadies you, and your hand is gripping the soft of his hair as he kisses you back. Slowly, his mouth not leaving yours, he lifts you back into your seat.
âEasy, sweetie.â His voice is low as he pulls away, and though he turns his face from you, you can make out the blush on his cheeks. He settles back into his kneeling position on the floor. âI have one more surprise for you. Do try to control yourself.â
He retrieves a small, complete flower from his pocket, albeit one a little dreary from its journey. Sylus smiles triumphantly as he holds it out to you, and he was right; you do want to throw yourself at him. Instead, you take the flower and lean forwards, tucking it behind his ear before he can protest. Heâd tilted closer to help you, and he sits back with an exasperated tsk when youâre done.
âIt suits you,â you grin.
He yawns. âEverything does.â
You donât want to get into trouble, so you shimmy to the very edge of your seat and carefullyâ showing tremendous restraintâ reach out to take his face in your hands. âYouâre amazing, Sy. Thank you for doing all of this for me, butâŠâ
âButâŠ?â
âI missed you. I like macarons, yeah,â you smile, âbut Iâd much rather have you.â
This time, he canât hide his face and the way it goes pink, like the blossom behind his ear. His cheeks are warm beneath your palms. âYou couldnât have said that before I spent the whole dayââ
His voice is strangled as you keel towards himâ slow and deliberateâ to thread your arms around him and pull him into a hug. He tenses for a moment, then wraps his arms around you too: holding you tightly, keeping you from falling any further. You can feel his hand stroking your back and he hums as you give him a gentle squeeze.
âSuch a lovely moment, kitten,â he muses, your head on his shoulder. âI do hope itâs sincere, and notâ sayâ an excuse for someone to get her paws on the macarons behind me.â
Thereâs another moment of quiet.
âDonât be silly, Sy,â you retort, but your mouth is full, your cheeks are stuffed, and not a single word of it is intelligible.
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