#justin bieber drabble

[rklve]

RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART TWO

summary: your life choices left not only yours, but jeon jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around you forever.

➣ genre/au: exes to lovers; angst; slow burn; fluff; smut.

➣ pairing: chef!jk x veterinarian!reader

➣ 8.9k words

warnings: e2l. oc broke koo's heart :( but she did not mean it. they both overthink too much. jk is such a pet dad (BAM IS HERE YAY). oc is a mess. mutual pining. a lot of angst (sorry!). jungkook is a simp, head over hells crazy about oc. fluff bc why not. drinking. jk has a big dick. teasing. cursing. orgasm denial. fingering. breast play (jungkook is weak for tits). clit play. squirting. multiple orgams. hand kink. choking kink. oc loves tattoos, oral (f. receiving). unprotected sex (don't!!!). spitting. lots of prasing. confused feelings.

I can feel your touch, I remember your kiss, 그 말은 아팠지 and I miss you

part one | part two | drabble one

You run to the car once he gets inside and unlocks the door. Immediately you turn on the heater and the radio at the same time. It all feels natural, like riding a bike. The start might feel rusty, but once you get your feet on the pedal, your brain will take you to memory lane. It’s like you’ve always been there. Like you’ve never left.

Jungkook just stares, and then you realize what you’ve just done. “I-I’m sorry. Just thought you’d be freezing. And… old habits.” you stumble over the words and looks straight ahead with your eyes growing bigger from embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“‘S’fine.” Jungkook cuts you off before you start babbling again. Won’t admit he wanted you to do that. This is one of the things he misses the most. Ordinary stuff. You, taking care of him. You, choosing one of your favorite Justin Bieber's songs on his playlist so you two can sing it all loud on the way home. Just you. Being there.

“I’m at my parents tonight, by the way.” His stomach drops. he expected it, but it still hurts. It’s a bad sign. You’re leaving again soon. Just like you did on Christmas last year. Spent 3 days with your family and went back to Australia like nothing happened. At least that’s what he heard from Taehyung, ‘cause he wasn’t here to witness it. He had travelled with his parents back then. But now he‘s here, and he can hear his heart start cracking again just by the thought of it. He’s dumb. So fucking dumb.

“That’s the reason I didn’t want to bother you.” you sigh “I wanted to surprise them but they went to my aunt’s today. Some family celebration I’m not aware of.” you continue as you look past the car window “I found out when I got there and everything was locked up. So I decided to go to Lola’s but found out she was out with Jin for the weekend too. So I just left my baggage at her door and came to the cafe to spare some time ‘till my parents get b— I’m sorry, I’m just babbling shit as usual”

“Just go on, I’m listening” he says. Usually he’s the one talking thru his elbows but knows you do that when you’re nervous too. 

“Right. So, you can drop me off at my parents and I’ll get my stuff tomorrow at Lola’s, if that’s okay.” you look back at him now “I’ll wait till they come back home.”

“Have you lost your mind back in Melbourne?” he says looking at the road with a big frown displayed “Not gonna leave you alone by your parents door. In this fucking weather. I’d never do that.” he sighs “You know me better than that, Bee.”

You freeze as you hear him calling you that. Just like he did minutes ago when you called him by his nickname. It’s bellow the belt and he knows it. Probably the reason he said it at the first place. Or not. Maybe it’s just force of habit and he doesn’t even care about that nickname anymore.

“We’ll get your baggage and head to mine. You can stay and call your parents. Wait ‘till the rain calms down and I can take you there.” he says and waits to hear a no from you. But you stay quiet. “Or you can call an uber. Whatever you want. Okay?”

“Okay.” you say, still a little bit unsure. Doesn’t want to bother him. Mess with his plans for a friday night. Your parents house is kinda far from here. You say nothing anyway, ‘cause you also think it’s the safer way out of this situation right now.

He helps you pick up your stuff at Lola’s and head to the other apartment complex two streets away. The ride back to his house is quick and calm. It’s a one-song-away route. A route that is very known by you. You’ve been there so many times, it’s tattoed in your brain. Think you could find your way back there even if you’re blindfolded. 

Finally the two of you reach to his door, and you can already hear some sniffing on the other side. A few more seconds and an aggressive scratching follows. Jungkook opens the door and gets in with your bags. 

“Hey, buddy. Dad’s home.” You see the now giant dog lick his owners hand, then he looks at you and it’s pure euphoria. He runs fast and puts his big paws in front of you. The next thing you know you’re with your ass on the floor, feeling how much he missed you as he continually licks all over your face swaying his tail from side to side.

“I know baby, I know.” you giggle “I missed you too!” 

“Bam! Behave” Jungkook says startled by the way the puppy reacted to you. Quickly leave your bags on the corner of the living room and comes to your rescue. “You can’t just hoop on people like that, man. You’re too big!”

“It’s okay, he’s just a giant baby.” you say as you get up again and start caressing his plain caramel fur. 

“You okay?” he asks looking you up and down to see if you hurt yourself.

“Jungkook, I’m fine. You know I deal with animals all the time.”

He softly nods. Yeah, of course he knows. It’s the whole reason you left him anyways. For a fucking job offer. At some big ass veterinary hospital five thousand miles away. Out of the blue. Like he meant nothing to you. And just like that, everything goes back to him and he gulps away his anger. Doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable right now. You just got here. Can’t be okay with the idea of you leaving already.

So he just calls Bam and leads him to his separated room, where his food and little house are, alongside all of his toys. “Stay here a little bit, buddy. I’ll bring you out later okay?” 

It’s like Bam understand every word he says, as he goes inside his little house and lays down “Good boy.”

Jungkook decides to put some dry clothes before he goes back to you. Takes a little while to choose one, but denies it’s because he wants to make a good impression. Ends up with a plain black t-shirt anyways.

He’s back to the living room and sees you looking around the house with curiosity. It is quite different, you think. Not in a bad way. It’s more sophisticated. The new furniture gives that vibe. All grey-ish. You like it. Matches him and his Chef persona. His kitchen is gorgeous as well. So many more pans that before. One of each size. You still don’t know the bare minimum about it. They all do the cooking and that’s all.

“You hungry?” he asks, realizing you stopped your inspection at the kitchen but never left.

“Kinda.” you say, and right away your stomach growls loud and calls you by your lie. “Okay, very hungry.”

You both laugh and Jungkook starts to pick up his utensils. One of his biggest pans. A big ass spoon. A cutting board. You lost count of how many things he puts on the table.

“Need a hand?” you say, just to be sure. You both know you’re terrible at the kitchen. But you’re at least able to cut some vegetables.

“‘S’fine. You’re probably tired from the flight. Go take a rest.” he says already on multiple duties over the kitchen. You have no idea what he’s cooking, but trust him anyway. He knows what you enjoy like the back of his hand. Knows what you love to eat, and knows you love his food more than anything else in the world. 

So you just hum, silently agreeing with him.

You sit up at the couch, and realize it’s a new one too. It’s a big one, and still has that smell like a recently unfolded present. You turn on Netflix. Wonder if you’re too comfortable at this house when you shouldn’t. Are you two going to be friends now? Did he forgive you? Or is he just being kind? 

Trying to clean your head for a little bit you pick up your favorite tv show: School of Chocolate. It’s kinda addicting. You know Jungkook claims to hate it but secretly loves it. He always used to argue when you put it in and ended up seated alongside you mesmerized with those big ass sculptures. 

“Fuckin’ waste of chocolate.” he suddenly says back in the kitchen. He is able to see the tv from there as well, but he’s concentrated on cutting some bacon anyways. “And some of them can’t even do the easiest tasks. Ends up looking like dog’s poop”

“Are you spoiling me? I didn’t watch this episode yet!” you scream looking back at him “Can’t believe you watched it before me” you giggle “I’m probably the biggest fan of the show.”

“It came out yesterday” he quickly replies “you’re such a fake fan.”

You just puff, feeling insulted by his words.

“Just admit you only watch it ‘cause you think the Chef’s hot”

“Amaury is not my type” you pan back instantly but quickly regret it. What the fuck are you thinking, flirting with him? God, you’re so stupid. He must hate you right now. Definitely will kick you out hungry and cold on the street at any minute now. But Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. If he did, he just plays dumb. Continues to prepare whatever he is cooking and leave you to watch it.

On the kitchen, Jungkook’s heart is beating thru his ears. Can’t believe he heard you. Heard you flirting. If it was a year ago, he would drop the dinner and go towards you. Kiss your smart mouth and laugh with you. Say you better not adore any Chef more than you adore him. Pull you back to the sofa. Kiss your pretty waist and take dessert before dinner is even served. 

But he can’t do that. ‘Cause you’re not his anymore. You’re not part of this reality anymore. His reality. You live in a whole new country now and he wouldn’t survive letting you in again knowing you’d leave him anytime soon. So he just shuts it down. Pretends he didn’t hear anything, ‘cause it’s better this way.

A couple of minutes later dinner is ready. He made your favorite dish. Coincidentally he had some vegetable broth ready-made in the refrigerator from Wednesday and the idea came up in his mind. He’s finishing the details and hears you entering the kitchen.

“Where do you put the plates now?” you softly say looking up at him.

“Above you, on your left.” he points out and you go for it right away. Picks up the cutlery and puts everything on the dinner table. His chest pangs, ‘cause it’s just like old times. You used to do this a lot together. Almost every weekend. Or whenever you crashed up at his. He loves to spoil you with his food. Kinda his love language, he figures now. 

He grabs the wine from the refrigerator. One of your favorites. He remembers this too. You’re not a big fan of wine but this one is so sweet you can’t refuse. You’re a sweet tooth after all.

“Mmm. Red wine. The sweet one. What are we celebrating?” you play around as you sit. Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. Won’t admit he bought it thinking about you. Thought he would drink a whole bottle and you’d disappear from his mind like magic.

You didn’t.

“This one was sitting for a while here, gotta get rid of it. Swear nobody likes this shit but you, Bee.”

You try to ignore the nickname again. Tell yourself he only said it as a joke. The wine is sweet. You like sugar. You’re like an annoying bee. Everyone gets it. You’re just like any other bee. Not his Bee.

“Right. I’ll take this one with me then” you giggle softly.

Jungkook now is back with the huge pan and puts it in the middle of the table. By the smell of it, you’re guessing what it is. Your stomach too, as it growls again even louder than before.

“Are you starving yourself?” Jungkook jokes when he hears your hungry system.

“Haven’t eaten properly since I left home.” you giggle a little embarrassed but you can’t bring yourself to care much. Every once in a while you just forget to eat. You know it’s a bad habit and you’re trying to change that. Jungkook used to be your reminder. You used to eat so well when the two of you were together. Your rough routine made you have cookies for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. Quick things to match up with your quick schedule. But Jungkook took care of you. Sent messages thru the day reminding you to buy something. Drink water. Often sent food to your job. Sometimes he would cook himself and leave on the refrigerator so you could take it with you on the next day. You miss being taken care of. You miss being with him.

“You mean you haven’t eaten real food for more than 15 hours?” he says, now upset. “For God’s sake, Bee. You can’t do that.” 

You could get sick. Could pass out in the middle of the street. Could hurt yourself. He can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt, and it really upsets him.

You sense the change in his aura so you quickly change de subject. “Fuck off! you made risotto?”

Jungkook just hums, pouty. Still angry at your self-destruction actions. Angry he can’t do anything about it. Puts a good portion for you and for him in the plates. Beautifully arranged just like he does at the restaurant. Knows you like to take pictures so he follows your concept blindly. Guess you’d like to save in the memory lane.

And he guessed it right. You grab your phone instantly and take a couple of pics, but you won’t post it. Will keep it just for you.

“Where’s your glass?” you say after observing he only brought one glass to the table.

“I said I would take you to your parents, dummie.” he plays around, but he’s serious. He won’t drink and drive. His mom would cut his balls out. Your father too.

“Shut up, I can take an uber later. Get yourself one.”

“No, I really don’t mind.” he says stubbornly.

“If you don’t drink, I won’t drink either.” you pouty say and he wonders. Flips his piercing with his tongue for a second. Doesn’t want you to go home with an uber late at night. He will figure something about later. Maybe he can drink half of a glass and then sober up so he can drive you. Just know he can’t resist that face of yours right now, so he gives in a heartbeat.

“You’re the devil.” he chuckles and grabs a glass for himself. Pours a little bit for the two of you. “You’re lucky I like this wine with risotto.”

Then you two start eating. You make your silly little dance with your shoulders. Always do that when you enjoy the food. Jungkook thinks it’s the cutest thing in the word. Best reward he could ever get. Would cook every day and every night to see you this happy.

“This is so good.” you hum away “you’re the best of the bests. The most talented chef in the world. You’re gonna be a superstar someday.”

“Ani.. Stop it!” Jungkook shyly says, his two hands on his face hiding the bunny smile you know he’s carrying. 

“I mean it. You will be.” you take a sip of the wine and continues. You know he likes to downplay himself. “I’m talking 3 Michelin stars restaurant.”

“One sip and you’re already talking nonsense.” he giggles. Knows it’s your way of thanking him for the meal but he just can’t take complements like a normal person. Is too shy, even with you. 

“Shut up. I’m a big girl now. I could drink this bottle up and still rap to an Eminem song.” You laugh away and Jungkook just follows. Both of you know it’s bullshit. You’re a terrible drinker. Two glasses in and you would be giggling every 3 seconds. 

The two of you just stay like this. Talking nonsense. Bickering. Laughing away. Jungkook doesn’t know what time is it, but the rain is still pouring outside. A little bit less angry now, but still. The bottle is almost empty. He doesn’t know when you both stoped counting how many glasses you’ve drank. Doesn’t care anyway. Just wants to spend more time with you like this. Like there’s no real life outside that door. Like you’ve never left. Like you never will.

Eventually Jungkook takes the now empty pan and the two glasses to the sink. Hears you picking up the plates and seconds later you’re by the sink as well. He goes out to pick up the empty bottle of wine to throw it in the trash. When he comes back to the kitchen, you’re already washing the dishes; Drunk and hapilly humming the song you eventually put in between the dinner. Swaying away your perfect molded hips. Jungkook’s mind is fuzzy. Can’t think straight. But he knows damn well he can’t blame it on the wine. He would be like this even if he had no alcohol. You’re the one intoxicating him.

“What are you doing?” he murmurs softly behind you, just above your ear. You can feel his hot breathing and it makes your skin instantly hot too. The damn butterflies you feel every time he’s near are awake again. They’re anxious. Excited. 

You turn half of your face to him and say “I’m helping you, silly. I know you hate this part.” 

Jungkook gets a little bit closer. Doesn’t touch you, but he can smell your perfume more clearly now. Takes another step and he is able to smell your shampoo too. Strawberries. He loves it so much. Always have.

He can’t hold you, otherwise he won’t be able to let go. So he puts his hands around you, grabbing the corner of the sink. “You don’t have to, baby” he husks “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

You’ve got goosebumps, but you pretend. Pretend hearing him call you that didn’t almost give you a heart attack. Pretend you did not listen to his complains too, and keep washing everything. You’re almost finished. Then you can sit down. Maybe talk. Tell him everything you couldn’t a year ago. Tell him everything you need to tell him now.

But then, you feel his nose on your hair. Caressing throught it. It’s an old habit of his. You know he likes your shampoo, and you’ve never changed it. 

“You smell so good, Bee.” your mind is going wild. Don’t know what you should do. You can’t fake it anymore. Blame it on the wine, but the last thing you want to do is to have a conversation right now.

You finish the dishes. Clean your hands and tries to think straight. Gives up.

“Jungkook…” you softly say.

And just like that, he comes a little bit closer. His buffed chest on your back now. “Mmm?”

He can’t hold it back. He misses you like a fucking junkie and you are the drug on display. Right at his face. 

Meanwhile, you lean into his body. Your eyes are closed like you’re trying to get out of your foggy mind. Trying to do the right thing. He thinks this is the right thing. Does not care about breaking his heart tomorrow. He can deal with it later. His heart needs you now. He can just pretend for a little and everything will be fine.

So he closes the little gap that still exited between the two of you. Grabs you by the waist and looks down at your face. Waits for you response. You open your eyes instantly, and all he sees is red. Lust. Passion. Need. He knows those eyes. And he knows that’s what you’re feeling, ‘cause he feels it too.

But he’s still careful. His hands roam all over your body when he kisses your cheek softly. Feels his lips tingling with the sensation. Takes it to your neck. Knows exactly where your sweet spot is, and that’s what he aims. Takes a little while there now. Sucks a little bit. Your skin feeling hot under his lips. He drags his tongue slowly over the same spot. Hears you hissing and feels proud. Feels his cock throbbing too, happy with the sounds you make.

Jungkook softy turns your head and your lips are almost touching. You’re so close you can feel his breath like it’s your own. Your lips are begging you to go forward, but you’re scared to screw things up. So you bite your lip back.

“Fuck it.” he says and takes the first step. Holds your face with his palm and crash your lips together. It’s like you’re both starving for years as you sigh relived when your tongues meet. The kiss is passionate. Your lips molding each other, dancing together like they’ve never stopped. Like they’ve always done. Like you’re made for each other. You can’t get enough of him. He can’t get enough of you. So many feelings flowing thru a simple kiss. So you just go on and on and on. Deepens it, if it’s possible. Arms wrap around his neck, your fingers lost on his soft locks. Want him to know how much you care about him. How sorry you are. How much you miss him.

And he gives back. Kisses you like it’s his final act on earth. Kisses you like a starved man. Kisses you like you’re everything to him until he feels his lungs failing him, so he backs up a little to catch a breath.

“I think—“ you start saying, but suddenly you stop. His tattooed hand grabs your throat. Doesn’t strangle you, just puts it there. Caresses it. Let you know that he has made up his mind. That he knows all your weaknesses — that being one of them. He knows how to make you feel good and he’s silently now begging you to give in too.

“Don’t.” he husks and now squeezes your neck. Just enough to make that little spot in your brain tell you’re pleasured by the action. You gasp and let out a broken moan as he continues, now adding little love bites on your shoulder. His bulge growing behind you. So you finally do what you’ve been craving for the whole night.

Jungkook feels you start to rub your ass on his crotch slowly, but firmly. “Shit, baby.” He moans. Feels so fucking horny. Can’t remember the last time he was this hard. Thinks he will nut his pants like a fucking virgin if you keep this up. But he doesn’t care. Wants more. Wants you. So he starts to roll his hips too, meeting you halfway.

“Jungkook” you say with that pretty tone of yours. He knows you. Knows what you want, but he needs to hear it.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers against your ear now. The hand that was in your throat now travels south. It teases you. Goes around your breast. Acts like he will, but does not touch it. He wants you needing. Wants you begging.

“Please.” you say unquiet.

“Use your big girl words, Bee.” he plays around. Sucks your ear lobe. “Say it.”

“Want you to touch me.” you finally say.

“Good girl.” he husks, then turns you over. Grabs you by your waist and sits you on the counter. Puts himself between your thighs. Pulls you closer. Looks at you with his pretty big eyes. Wanting. Expecting.

“Kiss me.” you say and he wastes no time to do so. Kisses you again. Even more fervently than before. Wants you to remember. Bites your lower lip and sucks your tongue. Knows it drives you crazy. You moan into the kiss and he mirrors you. Feels pleasure seeing you this turn on. Wants to keep doing it till he’s fucking six feet under. Feels so blessed seeing you like this after all this time.

You grab his thick hair, pining it like you know he enjoys and he hisses into your mouth. His fingers dig deeper on your skin and you know it’s gonna leave marks.

“You drive me fucking insane.” he says as you pull away, looking at you with half his eyes open, lust exhales from all his pores. You give him a little smirk in return. Loves seeing him like this. All needy. All yours.

He takes back the control. Now he’s the one pulling your hair and you let out a loud moan from the pleasure. You love this. Your core is aching, pussy clenching around nothing trying to get some relief, so you know your body loves it too;

His mouth quickly follows your now exposed throat and kisses it. Sucks. Bites. Leaves tiny nips all over. Does whatever he wants with it, ‘cause he knows it gets you soaked up. Just thinking about it makes him needier so he starts to unbutton your pants, looking back at you to make sure you’re okay with this and you give him silent nods with that pretty little smile on you face.

He wants this moment to last forever, so he takes his time. Looks down on you ‘cause it feels like forever since he last saw you like this. You’re wearing a pretty lacy pink underwear. It’s like you want him dead. “Fuck you.” he says, still looking at your covered pussy with the cute underwear. You giggle a little bit. Knows he loves pink on you, says it enhances your skin color.

The hand that was on your hair starts to explore, travels across your throat and gives one final squeeze as he kisses your lips, bites it down, lick the swollen lip as the hand continues to go down. Takes a little step back and pulls up your shirt. Quickly gets back where he belongs and his lips are on you chest. Little pecks all over it. Teasing. Savoring. Jungkook claims himself a butt guy, but he swears he could happily die between those tits.

Both of his hands are on your covered breasts now. He cups them and starts to salivate with the view. Needs to suck it or he will die. So he takes off your matching bra and instantly puts his lips around your nipple. Sucks it like an obsessed man. Growls as he feels it harden against his tongue so he bites it. Wants to hear you scream from pleasure and so you do.

“Jungkook! Fuck!” you say as you arch your back, giving him more access to your tits. One of your hands grab the corner of the sink for support, the other is pinning his dark locks like your life depends on it. With his right hand Jungkook rubs the neglected breast. Slaps it and pinches the hard nipple across his thumbs. You let another loud moan and you can feel your pink underwear sticking. “Koo..”

And then he looses it. Can’t hear you all needy, calling him that. Does something to his mind and his dick. Knows it is rock hard under his pants right now. He has to do something about it, but the only thing he can think of is you. Giving you pleasure. Make sure you remember how good he is to you. Make you never want to leave again.

So with that in mind he kisses his way down. Kisses your pretty belly. Get on his knees and open your legs. Kisses your inner thighs. Looks over and you’re biting down your lips, looking like a fucking sex goddess. He’s crazy about you. Thinks he might as well fucking die if he can’t get this view for the rest of his life.

He goes a little further, aiming to the sweet spot between your legs. Put his nose on it so he can smell you. “Fuck. Missed this pussy so much.”

You whine at his words. You missed having him like this too. Heart thrums against your ribs when you sense his face closer into the warm of your cunt. He puts the underwear aside and licks your dripping folds just once. Slowly. Wants to savor you like fine wine. Groans when it hits his taste buds. “Swear this is the sweetest thing i’ve ever put my mouth on.”

You giggle, ‘cause you know he’s exaggerating. Such a Jungkook thing to do. “That’s big coming from you, Chef.” he looks back at you and smirks. “You don’t believe me” he leaves one bite on your thigh as a retaliation for not believing his words. Then gets up again. Grabs the back of your head and kisses you. It’s all messy. Wants to show you how sweet you are on his tongue. How addicting it is.

Suddenly he breaks the kiss and looks at you. Puts his fingers on your lips. “Open.”

You love his dom persona, so you obey immediately. Take his fingers like you know will get him imagining things. Licks it, slowly. Shows him what you could be doing on another part of his body. He takes this as a challenge. “You’re a tease, aren’t you?”

He won’t let you get away, tho. Finally strips you out of the underwear and takes his wet fingers down your cunt. Presses your swollen clit, rubbing his thumb over it painfully slow and suddenly you don’t feel like playing anymore. “Jungkook, don’t tease me.”

And for once he does as you ask without second thoughts. Puts his fingers inside your tight pussy and starts pumping inside you. You meow like the pretty kitty you are. “S-shit.. so good…”

He takes his pace, goes faster and his dick twists on his sweatpants with the sloppy sounds the movements take out of your pussy. His fingers are soaked up as he feels you start to milk them, chasing your high.

“P-please don’t stop. Oh my g-good!”

And then he does. Kinda feels wicked when you open your now teary eyes as he pulls out but he swears he will make it up to you. “I hate you.”

He just giggles and gets on his knees again.

“Want my dessert now.” he huskily whispers.

Before you notice, your thighs are on his shoulders and his face is on your pussy again. He’s eating you out like a literal dessert. Licks your folds with his hungry tongue and gets you moaning like crazy. “Could eat this pussy every fucking day.” he says, then puts his tongue flat on you clit. You know the drill. Have done this so many times before and just the thought of if gets you dripping even more. “Ride my face, baby.”

And so you do. Grab his hair with both of your hands and hold him on the perfect spot. He starts to move the tip of his tongue on your nub and you match his movements with your hips. Both of you get more and more turned on as you grind yourself further into his face.

“So good, baby. Shit…” you whimper and he moans into your clit when he hears your words. Puts his lips around it. Bites it. Suckes like his life depends on it. You don’t stop your hips from chasing your high, nudging at his nose and it’s the final act for you to come undone. “Jungkook, fuuuck!” you scream and pulls his hair tight when the pleasure wave washes you. You keep riding his face slowly and he gives your pussy kitty licks prolonging your high. You sigh relieved. He keeps drinking your sweet slickness till the last drop. Moans tasting your juice like it's the very first time. Takes his face back and he’s all covered in you, from his nose to his chin. It’s the hottest thing in the world.

He cleans himself with the back of his hand and suddenly picks you up bridal style, heading to his bedroom. You're taken by surprise, but you love when he manhandles you.

"What are you doing?" you ask still a little big foggy with the afterglow.

"Taking you to inaugurate my new bed" he giggles a little bit.

"Jungkook! That's disgusting!"

"I want your smell on it, what’s wrong?" he says naturally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You don't want to get your hopes up 'cause you still haven't talked, but he's not making it easy for you.

You look up at him and just can't hold your stupid smile back. He's so gorgeous. The most beautiful man you've ever seen. His pretty little dimples are peeking 'cause he has a little smile on his face too. You realize you love every little detail there is about Jungkook. His beautiful moles; the one on his chin, on his neck, on his cheek. The tiny scar he got from a silly fight with his brother. His bunny teeth. His big, beautiful starry brown eyes. Yeah, you're never getting over this goof. It's humanly impossible.

So you just accept your fate. Whatever this night might bring, you’ll go for it. Heartbreak or healing. There’s no going back now.

Jungkook puts you down on his bed and just stares at you by the end of it. Still fully clothed, also wears that silly smile on his face. Gosh, he’s so fucking perfect.

You just grab him by his t-shirt and pull him closer. He almost falls over you but uses his arms to hold his weight. Towers over you but keeps staring. The previous smile washed away from his face now, and you’re scared he’s already regretting everything.

It’s intense, the way he looks at you. Got you curling your toes in excitement. In fear. In anticipation.

So you just avert your eyes to his pretty pillowy pink lips. Specifically to the mole under it, and you feel like kissing it like you used to.

In the meantime he starts undressing. Takes off his t-shirt and you gasp as you realize he has some new tattoos. One on his chest and more on his shoulder. All of the old ones are colored too. More alive. It’s so pretty.

“You colored them.” you say softly, letting your fingers go across all of them.

“Needed to put some color in my life somehow.” he responds quietly. Like he wanted to say more, but choose to hold it down.

You look back at him and the atmosphere is fuzzy again. There’s no going back from this, really. Not when he’s this close to you. Not when you feel your heart thrumming so fast it might explode. Not when you’re back here again, in his arms.

So wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You need to be sure. “Do you want me?”

You’re so close you can feel his broke sigh when he says, “More than anything.” And then kisses you.

Not like a hungry man now.

Worst, like a man in love.

Kisses you awfully slow, twisting his tongue perfectly with yours. Sucks the life out of you. Got you moaning when he pulls out and licks your under lip as well. He grabs the back of your head and guides you into delicious positions for the kiss. It’s dreamy. It’s fulfilling. It’s everything you missed.

Jungkook can’t take it anymore, so he pulls himself down on you. Instantly feels your excitement wetting his sweatpants and his dick throbs for more of it.

He starts to grind against your fully naked pussy and you meow into the kiss, still feeling sensitive. Feels so good tho, so you start grinding back on him. What’s left of your cum mixing with arousal, making it even more satisfying for the both of you.

“So greedy…” he husks “Can never get enough, can you?”

You just nod, biting your lips. Feeling even more turned on by his low voice talking shit right now. You need him as soon as possible. So you keep going. Your both taking a pace now. “For god’s sake, take these off”

Jungkook feels his cock aching, burning, wanting. His balls might be petrified right now. Need you or he might die. So he just obeys. Backs off and throws it all away. Goes back to you instantly.

Starts to kiss you again, ‘cause he can never get enough of that sweet taste of yours. It’s like heaven on earth. His body grows hot and electrified as he feels your pussy clenching when he puts his hard dick between your folds. Keeps teasing, just cause he can. Wants to make you suffer a little bit more.

You break the kiss and whine into his ear. “Don’t be mean.”

He giggles and bites down on your left shoulder.

“I won’t, baby.”

His body says otherwise tho, as he slowly eases into you and and stops with just the tip inside. The feeling of his dick intruding your small hole is enough to make goosebumps rise all over his body and his breath to falter “Shit.”

“Koo..”

“Patience is a virtue, y’know.” he says, trying to command his heart to function like a normal person’s organ again.

“I don’t care about virtues right now, nerd” you joke and hear him tsc.

“You’ll never learn to not be sassy when you’re under me, will you?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, though. Fills you up abruptly and you gasp with surprise. It’s so fucking delicious that got both of you moaning in sync.

“Fuck, you’re just as tight as I remember” he says “You okay?”

“Yes,” you say desperately with a broken voice. You need him to move.

And so he does. Suddenly picks up his pace and starts to bottom you out. Fill you up. Repeat. His big dick stretching you out deliciously even better than you remember it did. Your mind did no justice to his talent at all. It’s like he was made for you. Understands your body and soul perfectly. Fits you perfectly. Makes you want more and more and more.

He grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder, getting both of you in a nasty position that got him growling and you drooling.

Oh, he knows perfectly where your sweet spot is.

“Fuck, that’s it, Jungkook.” He smirks when he sees you loosing your mind. Knows it won’t take a while for you to come undone since he’s hitting your most sensitive point right now. With his other hand he puts a hand on your throat and squeezes it. Feels you milking his dick and moaning low.

“My baby likes to be strangled, huh?” he murmurs “Such a dirty girl”

You moan even louder as you feel him going faster. His endurance is crazy and you know it. Got you crawling up the walls every time.

“Tell me,” he says in between the thrusts “Tell me how good it is, Bee.”

“So fucking good, baby” you pan back, completely lost in pleasure right now. Your eyes are closed, all you see is the red starts he makes you see with every sweet thrust in your throbbing cunt.

He let down your leg and comes closer to you. Gives your neck little pecks and goes back to face you.

“Look at me.”

And so you open your eyes. He’s looking at you that same way. The loving way.

You can’t take this. Your heart can’t take this. Him, looking at you like that. Him, being the most precious human being there is. Him, being the greatest decision you’ve ever done. ‘Cause that just reminds you how you’ve ruined everything.

It’s like he feels your swipe of feelings so he slows the movements and gives you one sweet kiss before pulling out. Grabs you by the hips, putting you on top of him. You’re on charge again. It’s your decision, he’s silently saying.

With both of your thighs strangling his body and your hands around his neck you stop in front of him. Don’t do anything. Just admire him. Want to keep this moment bottled in your brain forever. His sweet, loving eyes. His pretty dimples. His chin’s mole—your favorite mole. Every detail there is about him.

Your pull him closer and slowly go for your aim. Put your lips on the pretty mole like you wanted to since you first saw him tonight. Keeps it there and sense his broke sigh. You sigh back. Your chest pangs. Your throat hurts and it’s not in a good way. Your start to feel your eyes watering and pulls back.

“Baby…” he says softly, looking at you with slightly frowned eyebrows, stroking your hips with his fingers.

You know he wants to say something. Something important. Probably something that you two should’ve said before any other thing that happened tonight. But you don’t want to ruin this moment. Not now. Not ever.

So you just shut him up with your lips. Savor him one last time before everything breaks down. Kiss him as if his taste is the oxygen you need to survive.

And he gives it to you right back. Almost as he’s fearing the same thing too. Almost like he doesn’t want to ever let go.

So you just climb up and position your needy pussy above his dick with his help. Delicately easing him into you, stretching you open deliciously till he’s bottomed you up and you can feel how good it is to wrap yourself around him.

“Shit” you moan, feeling so good after good knows how long. “You fill me up so good.”

You start moving up and down, feeling everything there is to feel, giving yourself up to him.

“Pussy was made for me.” he whispers to your lips. “Just for me.”

He moans when your walls clench around his dick, dripping arousal with his words.

“Fuck.” he husks “That’s it, baby.”

You do it again, now on purpose ‘cause you know it makes him insane. You need him like that.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Jungkook holds you in place and starts bulking his hips up, cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Mmm, too good…” you whimper when he begins a pace that has you seeing stars.

He sighs when he looks at you. His dick is socked with your arousal. Fills you up perfectly, like his body was designed to connect with yours this way. The way it goes in and out drives him mad; but when he looks up at you, closed eyes, full lips trapped between your teeth, hands squeezing those perfect tits. Got him gooshing. Got him head over heals all over again. Got him fucking screwed.

“Fucking perfect.” he moans “Look fucking perfect being dicked down by me”

He feels your walls tighten even more so he slows it down. Wants to make this last more. Wants to make you feel more. That’s not enough, can’t be enough.

So he stops his pumps and holds you down. Just like second nature, your arms wrap around his neck again and you start moving towards him, now rubbing your pussy in sweet movements that he knows will treat your swollen clit well. Knows you love this position, so he helps you out. Spits on one of his fingers and drags it down to your sweet bud. Massages it. Pinches. Makes you whimper, just ‘cause he likes the sound of it.

“Shit, shit, shit, Jungkook!” you say as your hips follow your needs, bulking against his pelvis now. It’s so delicious you think you might go crazy. His dick rubs the perfect spot inside you as your clit gets the perfect friction to set you off.

Jungkook pulls your hair to guarantee his access to your neck, leave tiny love marks all over it. Got you hissing against his shoulder.

“I got you, Bee.” he husks softly.

It’s frightening how fast your climax approaches. You feel the hot waves coming back, building up that frizzing feeling again.

Goosebumps all over your body, you back up to look at him.

You both stare at each other, hips trying to meet the perfect pace now. A sweet pace that has you two building it up together. Feeling together. Giving in together.

His hands are on your ass cheeks, guiding your deep movements, making your cunt take his dick just the way he likes, too. He feels you milking his cock with your walls and his eyelids are tattooed with stars.

“Shit, Bee.” he whimpers “Swear I could die right here and now.”

You giggle and just continue the intense pace. It’s inevitable, to not get emotional. ‘Cause you know you could have this forever. You’ve had everything you could’ve ever wanted. Yet, you let it go.

He opens his eyes again and you’re there. Looking at him with big doe eyes. Loving eyes. Teary eyes. Realizes he loves the shit out of you and cannot think about letting you go again. He will do any fucking thing. Go thru long distance. Take how many flights there is to take. Move to fuckass Australia. Whatever it takes. Just knows you two can’t be separated again.

So he makes love to you. Wants you to remember how it is to be loved. To be loved by him. Tries to show how electrified he feels right now. Needs you to feel the same way.

He guides your hips to continuously make those movements that got him curling his tip toes. One of his hands goes down to you clit again to make it even better for you. Knows it will get you cumming in a heartbeat.

“Ah, fuck!” you moan when he intensifies the rubbing on your harden button. “M’gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby.” he husks teasingly. That’s all he wants right now. You, coming undone because of him. The thought itself makes his own climax approach as well, mixed with you cunt stimulations and the sweet sounds you make: that’s the perfect receipt for —his— disaster.

Your body seems to obey him, as he starts to give in and the electric feeling of the orgasm tingles from you head to toe. “Koo, fuck!” you scream, eyes rolling backwards so hard you don’t think you’ll be able to see anything but starts for days.

Jungkook tries to prolong your feeling as he turns you over. Spits directly on your cunt, fucks you rough thru your climax.

“Koo, it’s too much.” you meow, eyes closed with goosebumps all over your body.

“No baby,” he whispers “Just one more, you can take it.”

So he starts the circled rubbing on your clit again. Grabs your hip firmly in a position that got you curling your tip toes.

“Be a good girl and cum for me again, pretty baby.”

Tears rolling down your cheeks, you feel everything amplified right now. It’s like you’ve been electrocuted all of the sudden. It’s like you need to cum or you will die.

Jungkook feels your dripping walls throbbing around his dick again and increases his pace, getting himself there too. “Fuck, that’s it, Bee.” he moans. Keeps rubbing your clit meanly till he feels his hand muscles hurt. “Gonna cum on this pretty pussy.”

“Koo…” you whisper and he feels your final spasms. Suddenly his dick and his hands are washed with your squirt. You fucking squirted on him. Jesus. He can’t hold himself back anymore.

“Fuck baby, fuck!” he says and increases the pace. The new wave of climax seems to be just what he needed to fuse his own orgasm. Everything that was building up now crumbles down when you spasm from your head to toe, body shaking and pussy as tight as ever, making him spill hot shots of cum all over your walls, filling you up, finally staying where it belongs.

He slows the movements now, pumping his every seed inside of you. Needs every part of him on you. His body, mind and soul are yours.

"So pretty dripping with my cum." he smirks.

You whimper with the nastiness of it all. You love it, and he knows it.

He gives you one last peck and eventually crumbles down next to you. Your heart is in a race, thrumming so hard you think it might break your bones now. You don’t know what to do. What’s next. Where this got you two.

Jungkook’s in no better place. The wave of afterglow is slowly fading and his mind is everywhere. He looks at his bedroom ceiling. Wants to say the right thing. Nothing comes to mind. So he turns sideways. Looks at you. Finds the courage he needs when he sees those pretty eyes.

“Bee.” he whispers. Comes closer to you, like he’s about to tell a secret. Keeps a little distance tho, just enough to look at your eyes. Wants to see your reaction. Wants to see the true feelings in them when he says, “Don’t leave me again.”

Your gasp is audible, eyes two sizes bigger as the tears you’ve been holding back all night now roll down your cheeks.

“Please” he says, voice cracking too as if he’s expecting the worst. Expecting you to make the wrong choice again.

“Jungkook—“ you whisper, trying to find the right words.

“Baby, I’ll do anything.” he nervously says “We can try long distance. I have enough money to travel at least once a month.” he starts babbling out.

“O-or if it’s to hard for us, I’ll try to find a restaurant in Australia. I’ll move out with you.” he says with his chest hurting, seeing you taken aback again. He can’t loose you. “Fuck, I’ll literally drop anything there is for you.”

He closes his eyes now. Turns over again. Doesn’t want to see the rejection in your eyes. Doesn’t want you to see the tears on his. He’s too weak for you. Too weak for his own good.

“But I understand i-if..” his voice trails off in hurt, his throat tightening “I understand if you don’t have feelings for me anymore.”

“Koo…” you softly say, giggling with teary eyes. You climb up on him. He keeps his eyes closed like he’s scared of the world outside his eyelids. “Look at me.”

He slowly does, and the trapped little tears fall over, his perfect nose is pinkish, and you just want to melt away.

“I’m not leaving.” you softly say, wiping out his beautiful cheeks.

“W-what?” he stumbles over his words. He can’t believe he heard you right. That can’t be.

“I’m not leaving. I came this time to stay.”

“Are you fucking with me, Bee?” he abruptly stands up and almost got you falling off the bed. He holds you tight on his lap, tho. “Be serious right now.”

You laugh out loud now. Can’t believe this is happening. Can’t believe he wants you after all this time. After everything that’s been thru.

“Jeon Jungkook. I swear on Bam’s life” you say with a bright smile on your face.

“Hey! Don’t swear on Bam’s life!”

Like he was waiting for the perfect time, the puppy shows up by the end of the bed, swiping happily his tail with his big eyes looking at both of you.

“Nobody called you here, man.” Jungkook jokily says. Wants to have his private time with you now, and knows Bam will be all over both of you if he stays. “Go back to your room, big boy.”

The puppy stubbornly stays. Looks at you, like he wants the words to come from you now.

“Go, Bamie. We’ll play with you later.”

And so he does, like that’s all he needed to hear to obey.

“Fucking joke.” Jungkook cuffs “Even the dog is head over hells for you.”

"So..." you say with a stupid grin all over your face you might as well apply for a role as the joker. "You're head over hells for me, hm?"

"So..." he immitates you. Knows it tickles the shit out of you. Bickering with you is his love language, too. "You're not going back to Australia?"

"Uh-hum." you giggle, playing with his dark locks.

"What happened? Kangaroo kicked your head over there?"

"Missed my Koogaroo" you pan right back.

"Oh, shut up." He lets out one laud laugh and turns you over in bed, tickles all over your body until your crying.

You both just stare at each other, big smiles spread out in your faces. Happinees flowing thru and between you. That's it. That's where you belong.

"I really missed this." you say softly.

Jungkook towers over you again. Kisses your lips softly. "Missed," your nose. "You," your forehead. "So much." all of your face.

"I love you, Koo." you say softly, staring at him. Staring at his soul. Hoping he believes you. Believes you never stoped loving him, not now, not ever.

"I love you too, Bee."

AND THAT WAS IT! what do you guys think? I struggled so much on the smut parts wtffff why is it so hard hahaha

I was thinking about doing some drabbles of the story since I loved the couple sm! they're so sweet, right? also thought about developing her friendship with tae, maybe after jk/oc are back together, his reaction and apologies ??? or maybe the background of oc/jk's f2l, the day she left aahhh there's so much i could do!

again, i'm sorry if there are any typos! please leave comments if you like the story, i'll accept requests too <3 promise i'll come back soon

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summary: Several years into the future, after a call from the Principal, you and Tara sit your son down for a talk.

warnings: Tara is (was) Ghostface.

word count: 1.5k.

a/n: future!fic, obviously set post all hers. for those of you who have gf!tara baby fever - bet you don't after this.

“Sit down,” You say, sternly, “This is serious.” 

A call from the school isn’t uncommon these days. Your son, Gabriel, barely twelve years old, is flowering into quite the young rebel. 

At first, it had been mostly harmless. Silly pranks pulled on his younger sister. Crude jokes shared with his friends in the back of your car. Arguing about chores. 

But you’ve never had the Principal himself call you in the middle of the day to complain before. 

And you know if you don’t nip it in the bud now, that flowering rebel will bloom into an absolute nightmare of a teenager. 

Gabriel looks back at you with wide eyes. 

He’s tall for his age, with long, floppy dark hair. He has Tara’s eyes, her easy smile, and has seemingly also inherited her utter lack of respect for any figure of authority. 

He eyes the seat opposite you, pursing his lips as he slinks into the chair, flipping his hair like a wannabe Justin Bieber. 

Tara sits beside you, lazy arm slung across the back of your chair. She knows her role well by now - back-up. The other arm in your chain of unity. 

“Fun-Mom” Gabriel sometimes called her, “Scary-Mom” when she got mad. 

Somehow, you always seemed to be known as “Un-Fun-Mom”, a title you couldn't' quite shake. 

You half dare him to try it now, but he only blinks back at you, as if he understands he’s pushed the boat too far this time. 

You tilt your head at him, silently fuming. Tara’s fingers brush against the back of your neck, a familiar technique Gabriel called ‘taming the beast’. You shake her off and swallow, leaning across the table at your moron of a son. 

“Mr. Sampson called this afternoon,” You say, voice heated, “He told me you called him something very rude in class. Is that true?” 

He blinks back at you with long, dark lashes. His eyes catch Tara’s, then he looks back to you. 

He shrugs, but it’s not as nonchalant as you know he hopes it is. 

He shrugs like he’s too scared to answer. 

You lean forward, eyes narrowing.

“He said you called him a 'argyle wearing troglodyte who couldn’t find his way between a woman’s legs if someone drew him a map made out of rocks.'” 

Gabriel swallows. 

You stare back at him, fire behind your eyes. 

It’s quiet for only a moment. Nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing and the sharp intake of Gabriel’s breath. 

And then beside you, Tara snorts. 

It rumbles through the kitchen as if it’s a thunderstorm. 

Your head jerks over to Tara at the same time Gabriel’s eyes find her. 

You stare at her, furrows browed, a sharp wave of indignation flooding through you. You’re supposed to be a team and she’s shown her hand. 

Broken the chain of unity. 

But it doesn’t last long. Immediately, her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s done. 

She turns to you, eyes wide, like she’s just entered a ring with a tiger. Her face drains of color. Her hand slung across the back of your chair slips. 

You blink in quiet outrage and she sits up, swallowing. 

She steadies her expression, suddenly serious, but it’s too late. 

By the time your gaze shifts back to Gabriel, he’s smiling. 

The victory of making his Mom laugh has bloomed a shit-eating grin across his face. 

“You forgot bitchless,” He gloats, leaning forward, “I called him a bitchless argyle wearing troglodyte who couldn’t-“ 

“Gabriel Carpenter,” You hiss, slamming your hand down on the table, “This isn’t funny.” 

“Mom seems to think it is.” He says, voice snide. He leans back in his chair, as if this is all a carnival game and he’s just won a first place ribbon. 

Your nostrils flare. 

Out of your two children, Gabriel had always been the more difficult child. Loud, obnoxious, moody, temperamental. 

His looks aren’t the only thing he’s inherited from your wife. 

The “I don’t give a fuck” nature had come as an unfortunate package. 

It had been cute when he was a toddler. 

Not so much anymore. 

“Really?” You challenge, looking over to your wife, “Tara, do you think it’s funny Gabriel called his history teacher a “bitchless, argyle wearing troglodyte”?” 

Tara shakes her head, immediately. 

“No babe, of course not,” She placates you, reaching over to squeeze your hand. You glare at her until she turns to your son, “That isn’t funny Gabriel.” 

“But you laughed,” He protests, all confidence lost. 

“I wasn’t laughing at what you said, I was laughing at something funny I thought of in my head.” Tara says, rather unconvincingly. 

You roll your eyes. 

Tara pauses, side eyeing you a moment and then tilting her head towards Gabriel. 

“Where’d you’d even come up with that kind of insult anyway?” She asks, trying - and failing, not to sound interested.

Gabriel smirks. 

“From you, Mom,” He says, “It’s the way you talk about Grandpa.” 

Tara’s eyes widen. She looks over to you, a little afraid.

“Yes, well, that’s wrong of me,” She says, a little hastily, “You shouldn’t insult people, Gabe. Not to their face.” 

Gabriel’s face crinkles. 

“You mean I should just insult them behind their back?” He asks, a little confused. 

You pinch your nose. 

“No,” You stress, nudging your wife to be quiet before she makes the situation even worse, “You shouldn’t insult people at all. You’re going to apologize to Mr Sampson tomorrow and we’re all going to pray you don’t get suspended.” 

Gabriel sulks. 

“But he is a bitchless troglodyte,” He scowls, crossing his arms, “You should hear the way he talks to the girls in class. Like they’re too stupid to follow his lessons.” 

“That’s neither here nor there,” You say, firmly, “If you want to make a complaint about Mr Sampson you can do it properly, by talking to the principal.” 

You pause, furrowing your brow. 

“And stop saying “bitchless”, You add, “Where’d you learn that word anyway?” 

“It’s what Mom calls Aunt Mindy sometimes.” Gabriel answers, happily. 

You shoot another scowl towards your wife. 

She averts her gaze. 

“You’re grounded,” You tell your son, “Two weeks. No screentime, and you come straight home after school.”

Gabriel’s eyes widen, “But Ma-“ 

“Don’t argue with me, Gabriel, you’re in enough trouble as it is.” You say, voice hot. 

Gabriel blinks back at you. 

“Mom?” He looks at Tara, moon-eyed. 

“Don’t look at her, she’s not going to help you.” You snap, and Tara shifts uncomfortably. 

You look over to her, look pointed. 

She purses her lips, cowering under the fury in your gaze. 

“Mama’s right, Gabe, you can’t call people names. You’re grounded.” 

Gabriel looks over to her, betrayal in his eyes. 

“But-“ 

“No buts, now get upstairs and get your sister down for dinner before you get yourself - or me - in anymore trouble.” Tara mumbles. She’s not making eye contact with you, uncharacteristically avoidant. 

Gabriel folds his arms. 

“She’s your kid, get her yourself.” Gabriel glares. 

Your son thinks he has a fire, but you know your wife a little better than he does.

He's an ember and she's a forest fire.

You lean back, satisfied she’ll take over from here. 

Tara glares at him. 

“That’s another week grounded for talking back,” Tara growls. 

Gabriel’s eyes bulge. 

“You can’t do that!” He says, mouth falling open, eyes wide in all his pre-teen outrage. 

“Wanna make it four?” 

Gabriel frowns. His eyebrows pitch together in that way Tara’s do right before she’s about to throw a tantrum. 

He stares back at her as if she’s a traitor and stands, dragging his chair along the floor with a sharp whine to express his dissatisfaction. 

Usually, the two of them are thick as thieves. Tara and her little mini me. But Gabriel had made a critical error - he’d tried to pit your wife against you. 

A thick as thieves or no, mother and son or no - there’s no-ones team she’s on but yours. 

Gabriel leaves the table with a grumble, shooting daggers at her. He stomps to the bottom of the stairs and leans over the bannister. 

“Riley!” He calls, “Dinner!” 

“Go up and get her, Gabriel,” Tara snaps, “Am I speaking French?” 

He stomps up the stairs, dirty look in his eyes. 

You look over to her. She’s in Scary-Mom mode now, your son has inadvertently awoken the beast.

But as she looks over to you, her expression softens. 

She scoots her chair a little closer and curls up against you, not unlike an oddly affectionate panther. 

Her lips graze the side of your cheek before she presses a quick peck to the top of your head. 

Then she looks at you, eyes apologetic. Mournful. 

“I wasn’t undermining you, baby, I really was thinking of something funny in my head.” She says, so quickly the words jumble together. 

You consider this, and then squeezes her hand. 

You meet her lips in a soft kiss. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” You tell her, drawing back, “But thanks for backing me up.” 

“Always.” She murmurs. 

There’s a loud crash from the top of the stairs and then you hear your daughter scream out. 

“It’s mine, Gabriel!” She cries. 

“Don’t be such a baby, you had your turn.” Says Gabriel. 

You sigh. 

Tara stands with a growl. Her chair scrapes against the tile. You wince.

“Don’t kill them,” You say, sounding resigned. 

You stare over at the pot on the stove. The pasta is sure to be over cooked by now. Your Son would be in a mood for the rest of the night and now he'd gone and upset his sister.

“Don’t give me any ideas.” Tara grumbles, before she marches up the stairs. 

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[itsdingdong]

Come Home To Me -Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x girlfriend!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Suggestive, Profanity

Word Count:: 1990

A.N: I didn’t specify her occupation. She’s a career woman. Unedited, I might come back to it, wrote it on a whim.

Song: come home to me by Justin Bieber

"I'm home," your boyfriend announces his arrival. It's your last night together before he heads off to serve in the military. It's been a rough few weeks for both of you, especially for him. You know he's not ready to leave, especially at the peak of his career. Not only that, but his career consumed so much time that spending moments with loved ones became a rare luxury. He never had separation anxiety, yet here he is, struggling to leave everything behind for two years.

He left for the gym a little over an hour ago. Deep down, both of you knew he'd rather have stayed and done nothing and everything with you. Sadly, the uneasiness became overwhelming, visibly making him look shaky and pale. You suggested he go out and blow off some steam, and he left to try that.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I'm so sweaty."

"Yeah, okay."

And there's tension. You know it's not personal, but it makes you nervous anyway. You're undeniably going to miss him a lot. No, you don't show it to him because he's already in a vulnerable state. He's been trying to make the best of his solo era before he's rid of one of the craziest highs one gets – fame. You know he's not ready to leave all that behind. How you see it is that it's a learning curve and a point in his life for him to grow and mature. That's what the military does to boys. They take a leap into becoming a man. That's one of the pros you can see. You're as obliged to wait as he is to go, so you stopped whining about it as soon as you found out about the enlistment. He needs your support more than ever, so that's what you're giving him, period. Maybe it was one of the things that gave girlfriends the wife material quality – who knows?

With both of your hectic schedules, it was hard enough to spend much quality time together. When you did, it was the utmost best. Those times made the whole deal worth it. Two tired people in need of love and compassion met in an unusual place and easily fell in love as literal soulmates. Soulmates with little to no time to spend. You just wanted to support him as much as you could. It wasn't like you were never going to see him during the service time, but you'd very much rather have him come home to you, even if it's just to spend the night in bed, sleeping.

Your chest has been squeezed tight since a couple of days back. You watched the V-Live he'd done while you were away, and you weren't happy about it. People wouldn't leave him alone with their uncalled-for negativity when he was extremely generous with his limited time to make people who supported him happy. From stans accusing him of abandoning Bam, his baby, to them following him around – which he got a scolding from you for showing his address.

He's a strong man, one of the toughest you've met. And he manages to stay kind, humble, and polite. Now, shit like this doesn't faze him usually, but nowadays, you're in awe to see how clueless and selfish people could be. They may not see it, but he gets hurt, and they are not the ones to pick up the pieces. And with that mindset, they wouldn't have been able to even if they tried. Despite everything, he did a final live to fulfill his promise. That alone shows how huge his heart is and how much he cares.

When done showering and changing into his sweats, Jungkook quietly joins you in the living room, a towel in his hand, drying up his shaved head. A small smile forms on your lips just by the sight of him. Damn, you're so in love with this man.

"Hey," he says as he drops himself down next to you on the couch.

"Hey," you say softly. His eyes look into yours for a moment, then they drop to the ground. He still looks sad, all puffy from crying too. "Come here. Please." He pats his chest, signaling you to hug him. Seriously, you don't need to be told twice. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he leans back, making you lie on top of him. You stay like that for a minute. Then 2. Then 10. Until you both fall asleep. It's a 20-minute nap before you feel him shuffle under you. You're so comfortable and peaceful in your current position to move or open your eyes; you just stay like that.

"I will miss you so much." The words come out as a shaky whisper. "I really don't want to go." His arms tighten around your figure. You don't want him to go either. It's on the list of things not to say to him.

"I know. I will miss you too, but I promise it'll pass in the blink of an eye."

He shakes his head before resting it on yours. All you want to do is cheer him up and give him all the hope you can for the following 18 months. To make him feel and know that everything will be okay. He's a mess, and you just want to rid him of all the upsetting emotions he's feeling right now. If only you could take his pain and stress away.

"We will all be waiting for you. I will visit you whenever I can. And I'll see you when you're home." If I'm here. You don't add that detail either. It's possible to miss him on his free days depending on your schedule, but he knows that already, and it's not worth mentioning at this very moment.

"I'll go see Bam as much as I can. I'll take photos of him. I know they will too. I'll make sure to visit your parents too." You finally raise yourself to look at his beautiful eyes. The well of tears brimming in them completely shatters your heart.

"I love you." He croaks, trying really hard to keep himself from breaking down. Though you wish he would if he needed to, but you wait and reply, "I love you more."

"That's impossible." He sighs into your neck, making you shiver slightly.

"Agree to love equally then?" You suggest playfully.

"Deal."

There's a brief comfortable silence after that. Your mind quiets down as you enjoy his warmth and strong arms around you. Eyes closed, you listen to his heartbeats as well as his breathing. Thankful to have him.

"Do you think I'll be forgotten when I'm gone? 2 years isn't a short time." He breaks the silence. His words slightly anger you because you know that it's impossible and you really hate it when he gets insecure like that when he has absolutely no reason to. But you know, no matter what, his worries are valid, always.

"Of course not. Who could forget such a gorgeous, talented, wonderful, funny, and caring man like you? I couldn't. Even if you weren't mine, you'd have definitely left an impact. And obviously you did because, like, ARMY, you know? Besides, you're really hot, if I do say so myself. Who could forget this face?" He smiles at your encouraging words as they warm his heart.

"I don't think I'm hot right now."

“Oh baby, how wrong you are. You look so hot even if you don’t feel like it.”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“Sure, I’ll cry with you.”

“What? No, don’t cry. I’ll cry even more.”

“It’s okay to cry. I know you’re struggling, I’m here for you baby. I would prefer if you weren’t in such distress but if you are, let’s go through it. Together.”

Your words move him. He knows he’s loved. By millions and by the people he cares for the most. You? You’re different. You love him so honestly and care for him thoroughly, he can’t help but to feel extra grateful for your existence. He’s usually a grateful person but you make him thank whoever out there that’s hearing him a little more often. He knows you’re the one he’ll spend what’s left of his lifetime with. He’d marry you in a beat if it weren’t for your no marriage till babies rule. Which he’s okay with. But still, you just have to say the word and he’ll take you to the courthouse. You come second to his mother in terms of peace and comfort he can find in one but he’s okay with you switching spots when the time comes. You’re the safest thing that’s ever happened to him in such a dangerous world.

“You will wait for me, right? 2 years is a long time. What if you met someone?” You appreciate his honesty. Him being vocal about his fears. You appreciate that he doesn’t hide from you. All you wish is for those fears to vanish. There’s no way you’re leaving him. Ever.

“I will wait for you as long as you want me to.”

“I will always want you to.”

“Good. We have a deal then.”

-

“It’s almost 11, shall we go to bed? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” You suggest. He - technically you too - will have to wake up early. His parents were coming from Busan early in the morning to send him off.

“I’m not sleepy. Fuck, how am I going to fix my sleep routine, it’s seriously messed up.”

“I can’t think of a better place than the military for it.”

He pauses then laughs as it finally dawns on him. “How come I didn’t think of that?”

“You’re so out of it Jay Kay.”

“Mm, yeah. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

“Yup. Definitely. Also, we don’t have to sleep just yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I thought we’d cuddle a little.”

It’s probably what you’re going to miss the most in his absence at home: his cuddles,

“And a one last ‘see ya’ fuck before I leave?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he looks at you with a glint of mischief and lust in his doe eyes.

Maybe that too. God, he seriously has no shame… he was crying just now this little shit.

To that, you can’t help but to tease, “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll pass.”

“Babyy, please. You got me all excited and stuff.”

He’s cute. A cute guy that makes you smile. Always. Even now you are smiling.

His pouty lips look so plump and kissable. You’re so used to seeing the ring there, that it feels weird now that it’s gone. “It’s a good luck, ‘I love you’ and a please be well fuck.”

“Mm yes, talk dirty to me.”

But you don’t do that tonight when your bodies are wrapped under the sheets. Instead, you just affirm and make love to him like you want to make sure he feels all the love you want to give. Maybe for the first time in weeks, he falls into a serene sleep, snuggled into your chest.

-

“It’s time to go.” You hear someone yell. Time does fly whenever you wish it doesn’t. But it still does fly when you wish it does. You just need to allow it. Your heart squeezes a little but you try to breathe through it. He’ll be okay.

“Take care of yourself. Don’t get cold. Call me whenever you can.”

“I will do all that. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you. I’ll wait for you to come home to me.”

“I’ll come running, baby. Trust me.” He brings you in for a hug and gives you the quickest kiss allowed before turning away to say his goodbyes to his family.

You can’t wait for him to return but as he’s away, you wish him the best and in your heart pray that everything will be okay.

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[dead-dove-yandere]

I miss Smiley and Laura so much. Mainly Laura, who is a girl who reminds me of fans of pop divas, or the crazy obsessed rich K-pop boys or the most exaggerated fans of Justin Bieber. I don't have much idea what I wanted you to write now, as I would be satisfied with everything

Laura gets obsessed so easily, she certainly would be into Kpop or pop divas and stuff like that as you said lol. I hope this drabble is okay!

TW: Stalking, obsession, unhealthy parasocial relationship

“I don’t really get the appeal.” Laura paused as she overheard her coworkers, lurking behind the kitchen door as she eavesdropped. “It’s just a band, you know? And it’s not like their music is all that unique.” Laura gritted her teeth. She didn’t like where this was heading.

“Yeah, well, that’s the point of those sorts of pop groups. Have a range of pretty boys or cutesy girls to choose who to have a crush on and then convince their adoring fans that their love and appreciation can be bought in the form of an album. Kpop does it, boy bands do it, girl groups do it. It’s just the formula of pop music.” The bakery was empty of customers, a slow day in the middle of the work week, and Laura’s coworkers were leaning against the counter as they chatted. Laura was meant to be taking stock in the fridge, but she was too invested now in listening to what her coworkers had to say about her beloved band. She could feel her face growing hotter as she pursed her lips.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Whatever sells more records, I guess,” the first coworker agreed. Laura trembled as she fought the urge to butt into the conversation. How dare they be so cynical about your work. She listened to every song religiously, and she knew that what they said couldn’t be true. Those songs had real meaning, and they were so perfectly polished and mastered. She knows you’d never put out a song that was just a cash grab, right?

“The music doesn’t bother me so much. It’s catchy and all. What creeps me out is the way they act around fans, you know?”

“You mean like, pretending to give a crap about them?”

“Yeah, exactly. Forcing smiles at meet and greets, deliberately not looking in any one direction so every fan thinks they’re looking straight at them, saying how much they love all these people they’ve never met. I mean, it’s manipulative.” Laura felt a hot stream of tears pouring down her face as she shook with anger. You’d never do such a thing to her, because you really did love her, and you did look her at her that fateful day at the concert. She knew it was real, it had to be real!

“I guess Laura’s just too naive to realise that it’s all manufactured. Or we’re too cynical.” Both of them chuckled, and Laura stormed off unnoticed, going back to the walk in fridge to continue taking stock. She seethed as she made note of everything, pressing her pencil so hard against the paper that the lead snapped and pinged into a corner, rendering the pencil useless. She groaned in frustration and tried to wipe her tears away with the sleeves of her chef’s jacket. Her stupid coworkers didn’t know anything. She knew you loved her, that you were soulmates. She knew that you wouldn’t just let some marketing team mix up songs for you with no care for it as art. She pulled out her phone and looked at the picture of you she’d slipped into the back of her clear phone case. If only you were here now - everything would be fine. You’d wipe her tears away and probe that you did care. She found a clear spot to lean against, and she let her mind wander, tuning out of reality and her work and daydreaming instead about the one dream she wishes would come true; for you to come into her bakery, immediately smitten with her, and whisk her away from all her problems.

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[peterpparkrr]

With you, under the mistletoe

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

5. Mistletoe + Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: a yuletide kiss with your favorite Bridgerton.

A/N: I feel like Benedict would love Justin Bieber idk maybe that’s just me.

You were standing against the wall in the Bridgerton’s ballroom at Aubrey Hall playing your usual role, the wallflower. 

You’d lived just a way down the lane from the Bridgertons all your life. You’d grown up with the Bridgerton brood, and you and your parents had always been invited to the Bridgerton’s Christmas Eve Party for as long as you could remember.

A voice called out your name and you turned around to see Benedict Bridgerton standing behind you, grinning. 

“Mr. Bridgerton!” You greeted him with a smile.

“Somehow I knew I’d find you here,” Benedict says with a knowing look.

“I like to be predictable,” You reply. “Imagine how disappointed you’d be if you had to search for me.”

“Would you like to take a turn about the room? If you hide all night no one will dance with you,” He tells you as he holds his arm out for you.

“Is that not the point of hiding?” You ask.

“You don’t wish to dance?”

“No,” You reply. “Not particularly.”

“Not with anyone but you,” Is what you want to say. But you don’t. Because you know that Benedict doesn’t feel the same way. He’s never shown a preference for one lady in particular. He makes his rounds at these parties, dancing with every young lady, just as you suspect his mother requires him to. 

“Well, then you ought to come see the Christmas decorations in the hall. The servants truly outdid themselves this time,” He offers.

“Very well,” You reply as you accept Benedict's arm and allow him to lead you out of the busy ballroom and into the quiet hallway.

“Wow,” You murmur as Benedict leads you through the rooms of Aubrey Hall, pointing out various decorations as you slip further and further from the rest of the party. 

Your favorite room is the Bridgerton’s private drawing room. You assume this is where thee family will open their gifts tomorrow morning, as there’s already a large pile in the middle of the room. But the walls are lined with evergreen branches, springs of holly, and trimmed with ribbon and baubles.

“You were right, these are delightful,” You say as you take in the splendor around you. “I love holly.”

“I know,” Benedict replies as he comes to join you in a corner of the room. “It was embroidered on the gown you wore last year.”

“I’m surprised you remember that,” You reply as you glance back at him.

Benedict looked like he wanted to say something else. Instead, he stops in his tracks, and places a hand on your arm to get your attention as he glances up. 

“Oh look, a kissing bough,” He says as innocently as he can manage.

Your eyes snap up. You feel your cheeks warm as you look back at Benedict who is watching your reaction and your eyes widen.

“You knew we were standing beneath it!” You hiss in disbelief. “You are a terrible liar, Benedict Bridgerton.”

“A gentleman, tricking a lady into relinquishing a kiss? I would never,” Benedict replies as his hand comes up to tentatively cradle your cheek. 

You know you ought to move away. If someone were to see you in a compromising position like this your mother would have a conniption. But you don’t.

When Benedict realizes that you’ve allowed him to keep his hand where it is his thumb strokes your cheekbone gently.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“It’s tradition,” He adds.

“When are you ever traditional?” You ask as you gaze up at him.

“When the tradition gives me an excuse to do this,” He replies as he leans in and his lips brush yours.

Benedict Bridgerton is kissing you.

It’s a tentative kiss. But you can’t help but sigh before your find that you’re own hands are wrapping around the back of Benedict's neck as he moves to pull you closer and this kiss deepens.

When you finally break apart Benedict rests his forehead against yours and smiles.

“Merry Christmas,” Benedict whispers softly.

“Merry Christmas, Benedict,” You reply before you tilt your chin up and press your lips to his again.

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[meowzfordayz]

This is for your milestone 15.0 drabbles.

Gyomei x reader. I love you.

Also congrats on this milestone!! You deserve even more! <3

MILESTONE 15.0

Thaaank yoouuu !! 😁 You looking forward to future MILESTONE events 🤝 Me looking forward to futute MILESTONE events❣️

Song Inspo: 10,000 Hours by Dan + Shay ft. Justin Bieber

CW: none

"You did what now?" you gasp, eyes wide, ready to smack Gyomei's shoulder.

"Um..."

"What did you do?" you repeat, face hot, disbelief furrowing your brow.

"I bought you 10,000 roses?"

"Well don't ask me," you snap, "Did you, or didn't you? Why did you?" exasperation creeping in at the mental image of the bedroom packed full of roses Perhaps the living room would be better.

"You don't want 10,000 roses?"

You pause at the sheepish softness in his voice, gentle hands grasping yours, held tender against his chest, his next words rumbling sweetly through your fingertips.

"I would buy you 10,000 roses to commemorate the 10,000 hours I have dedicated to you, and infinite roses to commemorate the infinite hours I hope to dedicate to you."

"How much would 10,000 roses cost?" you groan, blinking anxiously at the thought of the bill, "Do we have that much money?" eyes narrowing suspiciously, "Do you have that much money?" realization registering as you scowl accusingly, "So you didn't buy me 10,000 roses?"

"But I would!" raising your knuckles to his lips, grinning as you fluster.

With a huff, you tug your hands back, arms crossing, "Not funny, Gyomei. Do you know how frantic I was trying to calculate how indebted we'd be? I hate math. Let alone where they'd go without rendering an entire room unusable!"

Pouting, he reaches for your hands again, grip tightening slightly, tone amused, "We'd be about $35,000 in debt, depending on where I bought them from."

Your aghast expression doesn't stop him from kissing your palms, pressing them to his cheeks, waiting for your inevitable sigh as you finally melt into his touch.

"One," you murmur into his shirt, "You can buy me one rose."

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[sailoryooons]

Hey 🌷

I would like to request a bestfriend Yoongi x OC

Genre-Angst

Inspired by the song "Off my face" By Justin Bieber....

" Your touch blurred my vision

It's your world and I'm just in it

Even sober I'm not thinkin' straight

'Cause I'm off my face, in love with you

I'm out my head, so into you

And I don't know how you do it

But I'm forever ruined by you. "

Thanks 💜

→ Pairing:  bestfriend!Yoongi x f. reader (platonic)

→ Summary:  Yoongi has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. He has followed you down every curve in the road, over every mountain, and through every river for you. But you’re his best friend, and your love was always meant for someone else.

→ Rating: SWF / no sexual content

→ Word Count: 1,172

→ Type: Drabble

→ Genre: angst, unrequited love

→ Warnings: Angst, recreational drinking, unrequited love, Yoongi is Sad Boy™️ - Yoongi and reader do not get together / end up together

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→ Song Inspiration: Off My Face by Justin Bieber

→ A/N: Hi babes - I chose to do this from Yoongi's point of view, I hope that's okay. I also chose to do a lot of internal monologue, because I feel like that represents unrequited lovers well, very one-sided and a lot of confusing self-flection. I hope you enjoy :) THANK YOU @here2bbtstrash FOR BEING THE BEST BETA ON THIS. I COULD NOT DO IT WITHOUT YOU.

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

Published: August 5, 2022

Yoongi doesn’t remember when he fell in love with you. All he knows is that he loves you. Achingly. Shamefully. At a distance.

It’s been like that for as long as he knows. Even as kids when you scraped your knees playing basketball at the park, or when you fell from the tree trying to untangle his kite, Yoongi has been there to fawn over you. To hold your hand until your mother applied the band-aid, to assure you that your arm wasn’t broken.

Yoongi was your dutiful prom date in high school. He thought perhaps that was the night he would tell you he loved you. You were going off to college together and he thought that it could be a fresh start. A way for you to learn to love one another as adults.

He had waited too long. He remembers the feeling – like a hot stone sinking to the bottom of his stomach, burning burning burning all the way down when he saw the way Kim Seokjin kissed you that night at the after party.

Burning burning burning as Yoongi had watched Seokjin help you hang the twinkling lights in your dorm room with a soft kiss and a bright smile.

Burning burning burning as Yoongi is now in the living room of Seokjin’s party, the music around him a dull blur as Yoongi sits on the questionably stained couch and watches over the rim of his plastic cup.

It would be easier if you were mean. Yoongi could hate you then. If you were mean to him or perhaps, if you had cut him out for Seokjin, Yoongi could make an excuse to take his paper heart and burn it. He wishes he could make you a villain, to take the delicate, fragile feeling for you and make it something twisted and hateful.

He can’t.

Yoongi wishes he could hate Seokjin. But your boyfriend is kind, intelligent, and unthreatened by Yoongi’s friendship with you. He’s secure in himself – secure in you – in a way that Yoongi respects. There is no way to make Seokjin his adversary, to warp him into a dark, blurred figure.

So Yoongi sits. He nurses his drink, unsure if the beer is stale or if everything tastes worse because it doesn’t taste like you. He wonders if your lips are sweet like your chapstick. He wonders what it must be like to hear you say I love you.

And god knows Yoongi has tried to date other people. Has liked a few. Seen potential in a few. But he nurses his wound every day and every night. You’ve ruined him forever.

Tonight, Yoongi has already shrugged off the hand of a cute girl. His dark eyes are only for you. You’re in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed over your chest, lips curling in a smirk at something that Seokjin is saying.

When you laugh, your head tilts backward and you become a vision: eyes fluttering closed, laughter spilling out of you like sunlight after rain, smile splitting his entire world in two and suspending him in a moment of pure awe.

And then it’s over. Your mirth fades and you settle, looking at Seokjin like he holds the answers to all of your questions and the inside of all of your jokes.

Then you’re coming Yoongi’s way. He sits a little straighter. Swallows his feelings. Feels the tightness in his throat increase as you smile at him, plopping down on the couch next to him. You jostle him a bit when you do, his beer sloshing dangerously in the cup.

“Eee,” you squeal, steadying his grip on the cup for a second. His fingers feel warm where yours brush his and then your touch is gone just as quickly as it was there. “Why are you sitting alone here, hmmm?”

“Just enjoying being lowkey.”

You smile and the world stops for a second. He feels himself pause like he’s entered a liminal space where sounds aren’t really sounds and the feeling of the couch beneath him is foreign. Then it’s gone when you move again, producing a Polaroid camera and snapping a picture of him.

Yoongi’s world flashes white, the electric hum of the Polaroid the soundtrack to his momentary blindness. Stars dazzle him as his vision swings back to clear. You materialize in front of him and he wonders briefly if this is how it will be at the end of time for him: a flash of white and your face, smiling.

He bites his bottom lip, trying to hide the smile. You’re grinning as you fan the picture, the image swirling to life. He leans a little into you. Smells the Dior perfume he bought you for your birthday. Falls in love just a little more.

When the photo is fully developed, he sees himself. For a moment, he panics. He sees the way his eyes crinkle up at the edges, the way his lips are curling upwards just a bit. There’s a flush on his cheeks, but perhaps you think it’s from the alcohol. He knows it’s because of you.

“I like this,” you declare, holding the picture to your heart. “Now take one of me. We must have matching photos.”

Yoongi licks his lips. His mouth feels dry, like sand left over from the beach that he can’t get rid of no matter how many times he dusts his legs off. He wedges his cup between his thighs, the crinkle of plastic cracking loudly between you as you pose: eyes closed, blowing a kiss, chin tucked toward your shoulder.

He snaps the photo and his world is painted white, but he knows he won’t need the photo of you to remember what you looked like. You looked like his best friend, his closest confidant, his safety net, his love.

And even though Yoongi wants more, even though he wants to scream it and beg for you to understand… he’s content. To just have you like this, giggling as you pluck the photo from his fingertips and begin to fan as it develops.

It’s enough to be here in your world. It’s enough to just live in it. Because Yoongi loves you enough to just be happy for you, to let you do your thing. He loves you enough that when Seokjin comes over and poses for the photo with you, Yoongi clicks the button, shutters the camera. Shutters his heart.

When you squeeze his hand thank you and jump up to get him a fresh beer, the music comes back to him. The world moves again. The spell is broken and Yoongi watches you dance off to the kitchen with Seokjin in tow.

He recognizes the Justin Bieber song in the background, a perfect ode to how he’s feeling. The words drift to him, and it stings a little but it’s okay.

‘Cause I’m off my face, in love with you… I’m out my head, so into you…

#min yoongi angst #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi imagine #suga bts #suga fanfic #suga angst #yoongi x you #yoongi angst #heavy angst #unrequited love #bts fanfic #bts drabbles #halishappyagust #haliiimede requests

[river-ocean]

a little drabble for the calamars club emoji challenge! 🐙❤️💙

you can read the ficlet on ao3 here 🥰

The last thing Carlos wanted today was to get involved in someone else’s relationship troubles. But when that person is his teammate, and when that teammate is blasting Justin Bieber’s That Should Be Me loud enough for Carlos to hear it through the wall, he really doesn’t have a choice. He pulls out his phone with a sigh and makes a call.

———————

Pierre furrows his brow when he sees that Carlos Sainz is calling him.

“Hello?” he answers, trying not to sound too perplexed.

“He must have seen pictures from the cooking video,” Carlos says.

“Who — oh,” Pierre responds, knowing the answer before he can even finish the question. He has to bite back a laugh. Charles has a tendency to get a bit jealous when he sees Pierre interacting with other men, and Pierre would be lying if he said that he wasn’t being a little flirty with Jack today.

“How bad is it?” he asks Carlos.

“Well, so far he has played That Should Be Me and You Belong With Me, and now it’s…” Carlos pauses a moment before adding, “Olivia Rodrigo?”

Pierre winces. He probably needs to do some damage control.

Because the thing is, Pierre has been waiting for Charles to admit that he’s jealous. Pierre has been waiting for Charles to admit that he feels something for Pierre, something more than the friendship they’ve shared for 20 years.

—————————

Charles tries to shake himself out of the funk he has been in all morning. He knows he has no right to feel jealous, not when he can’t even bring himself to tell Pierre how he really feels. But every time he sees Pierre laughing with another man, every time he sees another man look at Pierre the way he knows he looks at Pierre, he feels something deep in his chest that he can’t let go.

He walks out of the Ferrari garage with his head down, not bothering to talk to any of the team on his way out. He just wants some space to clear his head.

But he promptly runs directly into someone the moment he crosses the threshold. He stumbles backwards and looks up, only to lock eyes with the one person he didn’t want to see.

“Calamar, please wait,” Pierre starts, and Charles takes another step back, backing himself right back into the garage. He can’t have this conversation right now.

“Non, Pierre, I have a meeting to go to,” Charles says, still backpedaling until he bumps into someone else.

He stumbles and turns around, coming face to face with Carlos.

“I called him. You two need to sort this out, because I am tired of hearing your sad songs every time there is a photo of Pierre with another man,” Carlos says firmly.

Charles glares at his teammate, and then looks back to Pierre who is biting back a grin.

“You are a traitor, Carlos,” Charles says through gritted teeth.

“Okay Olivia Rodrigo, let’s go have a chat,” Pierre chuckles, and Charles wants to wipe that fox-like smile right off his face.

But mostly, he wants to kiss it off. Especially when Pierre slips an arm around Charles’ waist and starts leading him away from the garage.

Charles sighs and allows himself to be led away, trying to push down the jealousy he feels when he thinks about Pierre’s arms around another man’s waist.

“Charlo, I — ”

Charles cuts him off. “I do not like seeing pictures of you with other men, Pierre. I know that I should not feel so jealous, and that you are allowed to have other friends, but every time I see a photo of you…flirting with anyone else, I wish that it were me. And I maybe should have said something when I started feeling this way but I do not know what this means and I — ” he pauses, takes a breath.

“I think I have feelings for you, Pierre,” he says quietly.

“I know, calamar. Would you like to go on a date when we get back to Monaco?” Pierre asks with a smile.

#piarles #piarles ficlet #f1 rpf #charles is jealous when he doesn’t need to be #carlos is sick of listening to justin bieber #pierre and his harem of men

[simiansmoke]

What is DK's relationship with Dread Kong like?

Ask Muse about Relationships

// ohboy-

Well, Dread Kong is originally from the game Jungle Beat where DK goes around and uh...beats the shit out of leaders of different jungle territories and then they all (join, comrade) at the end.

So the idea is that these different fruit tribes are actually defectors from the original jungle kingdom that have had it with how things are run, or they're just greedy (who knows).

Which means they were all originally part of the jungle kingdom to start off with. Dread in particular was a high ranking general in the Kong army and typically was the first line of defense with training new recruits and getting their below-average stats to at least barely on par very quickly.

DK (I guess verse dependent but I'll pick one for the following) spends a lot of his childhood and pre-teens being literal Justin Bieber- (DK country cartoon and that singing' voice yo) and monkeying around with friends that Cranky starts growing concerned he won't be ready to take over whenever the time comes. So with a good dose of guilt and unspoken bribery for Dad's affection, DK ends up enlisting in the Kong army as a young adult to start learning the ways of battle - which is timed fairly well since the Kong nation is just beginning their war against the Kremlings at this time.

Naturally, he's assigned under Dread and goes through basic training. (All the hazing included - because a lot of the army is sour and bitter and doesn't like royalty, go figure.) Dread of course is operatating under the guise of becoming close to and grooming his army men to basically treat him as their leader so that when he decides to defect, he has a loyal crew that will lovingly forsake the jungle kingdom for him.

DK becomes the target of this scheme along with all the others, and is eventually convinced to have ah...relations with Dread (aka sleep with him here and there) for better treatment / protection in the royal hating army. Although, in the midst of doing so (this ofc takes place over the course of a few years btw), DK semi develops (or at least thinks he does) feelings for Dread, and the two seem to get along out of battle or training, and especially when no other royal sneering soldiers are around to question the growing playfulness around their exchanges.

This of course is shattered and discarded by DK when Dread enacts his plan and has his most primed to obey army members join him in his coup'de'tat, in which he fully expects DK to join him even though it means toppeling his father. (Though he figures DK will be on board because of how his father pushes him to do all the things he isn't on board with.)

The two eventually part bloody and vicious ways after a scuffle following DK not accepting the other's betrayal.

After the events of Jungle Beat, Dread is sent along with the other antagonists of the fruit kingdoms to be enslaved on the island where the coconut crystal is enshrined (in a temple that will only open with the touch of a royal family member) to serve as unwilling bouncers against treasure hunters. (They basically have not much food so anyone that comes along is food. Cue Dread developing cannibalistic tendencies.)

Having to face Dread again when he and Bowser arrive on the island leaves DK feeling...well, dread - ironically. His feelings about the past are a mix of disgust and what could have been 's, and he misses the bonds shared with one whom taught him a lot of what he knows of combat (and to a degree, physical love *cough the virginity ask plot couuuugh ....and subsequent ending*) but after seeing just how much Dread (as well as the others) have deteriorated and become rabid in their banishment, he's opt to keep those feelings fossilized in the past where they ought stay, if not be forgotten entirely.

(Relevant Dread v DK drabbles: xx, xx , xx)

#//it's complicated bu t #// -w- he's almost a mirror to the relationship btw dk and koopzilla's bowser which is always funnn #long post #bananabraiined #tw power abuse #//i love him so much the evil b; but too bad he's gonna die for babynapping

[onlyswan]

an addition to the songs for the in which couple is deserve you by justin bieber i don't know but with the thought of jk being a bieber fan, I think this song would be on repeat during their not talking stage with oc and it hurts my heart reading the lyrics because it is so him:

I can tend to hold things back I need you more than I let you believe I do 'Cause you could think it might be too much, oh yeah I don't want to be my past Oh, when we kiss I'm alive and I feel brand new There's nothing that I want more than us (na-na-na-na-na)

because the previous drabble made me think of how devastating it would be to be in jungkook's place, unintentionally hurting and making the person you love the most suffer thinking that one thing would make them feel better but its the complete opposite and see them go through its aftermath like you cannot do anything about it anymore because its done and all you have to do is make it up to them, jungkook would be so scared that he might hurt oc that bad again so he would be very careful this time and hold them with all his love and so much tenderness

When I'm in my thoughts sometimes / It's hard to believe I'm the person you think I am / The person that you tell me you love

these lyrics also remind me of decalcomania :( oh baby definitely wished this song came out sooner when he needed it </3 thank you for sharing the song and your thoughts 🥺 i’ll add it to the playlist for sure hehe

and i’m so glad to see someone thinking about his pov as well!!! 😭 the reason why i wanted to write the in which jk is too lazy to shower first before the second giving up drabble is bcs i wanted to able to immerse myself and also you guys in how he must’ve felt/feels about what happened :( by understanding that he truly loves oc so much… and oc being in pain + entertaining the thought that he would move on so fast was soooo fucking heartbreaking for him 🥲

jungkook would be so scared that he might hurt oc that bad again so he would be very careful this time and hold them with all his love and so much tenderness

omg anonie… why would you make me cry like this </3

#art’s post office ☁️ #for keeps <3

[loveephia]

bro, the ushijima drabble i'm writing rn ended up being quite long sos

also, i got justin bieber pics from @i-hope-you-step-on-legos-and-die but for some reason i couldn't reply. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THEM I THINK...?!(#?×(@

[wolfstarwritingchallenges]

Wolfstar Drabble & Art Challenge | Prompt Masterlist

Hi!

The Wolfstar Drabble & Art Challenge has come to an end, but the AO3 Collection remains open, and all new works will still be shared to the Tumblr page. So for inspiration, here is a masterlist of all the Wolfstar Drabble & Art Challenge prompts. 💖

Just to clarify, these are the prompts + an optional extra challenge of a set word count / word to use / trope to use + an optional art restriction.

// 2020 //

#1 : Restless | WC : 327

#2 : The holidays with / without you | WC : 402

// 2021 //

#3 : Shadows | WC : 207

#4 : “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” | WC : 388

#5 : The Killers - For Reasons Unknown | WC : 439

#6 : Photo #1 | WC : 281

#7 : Fairy Tales | WC : 358 | Art : Pop Art

#8 : Library | WC : 463 | Art : Shades of blue

#9 : Photo #2 | WC : 335 | Art : Cubism

Bonus #1 : Into The Fire | Trope : Bed Sharing

#10 : Kid Laroi & Justin Bieber - STAY | WC : 299 | Art : Cyber Art

Bonus #2 : Bonus Photo #1 | Sentence : “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

#11 : “Don’t be nervous!” | WC : 448 | Art : Line Art

Bonus #3 : Change | Trope : Hurt / Comfort

#12 : Photo #3 | WC : 375 | Art : Abstract Expressionism

Bonus #4 : The War On Drugs - Wasted | Word : Fashionable

#13 : Gold | WC : 187 | Art : Inspired by Gustav Klimt

#14 : “Stop pretending.” | Trope : Friends With Benefits | Art : Pixel Art

#15 : Photo #4 | Word : Fireplace | Art : Art Deco

// 2022 //

#16 : Cherry | WC : 277 | Art : Shades of red

#17 : Spirits By The Lake by Leonid Afremov | Word : Free | Art : Pop Art

#18 : “You opened it, didn’t you?” | Trope : Roommates | Art : Geometric

#19 : Nick Kamen - I Promised Myself | WC : 479 | Art : Line Art

#20 : A bad idea | Trope : Friends To Lovers | Art : Shades of Green

#21 : Ink | WC : 394 | Art : Cartoon

#22 : Photo #5 | Word : Amber | Art : Watercolour

💖

#monthlywolfstardrabble #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar challenge #harry potter fanfiction

[mellow-mewow]

Tatsumayo- Ghost

Angst drabble coz i can tehee

Inspired by justin bieber's ghost. i love this song a lot shdgfhsd

i can't write okay. this is just me writing words. and probably made tatsumi and mayoi ooc-

TW: mentions of death, blood

What if tatsumayo medieval au, where they're both knights. Or what if just tatsumi is knight and mayoi is some duke's son or smth. They're both in love obviously but can't be together due to status differences. They're not exactly dating but it is obvious to ppl around that they are in love with each other. They don't get to meet quite often over time coz tatsumi got busy due to some conflicts the kingdom is having with another. Tatsumi holds some important position in the knights. So he has to attend whatever battle meeting strategy, idk i'm not a knight so idk what meeting they'd have sjhsdf

Supposedly they'll go into battle soon since conflict can't be resolved through diplomatic ways. However, the enemy kingdom launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night. The kingdom tatsumayo is in goes into chaos. Blood spilling everywhere in an instant. The commoners has no time to run and hide. The nobles are frantically trying to save themselves without looking behind as they try to take along as much jewellery and gold or whatever treasure they possess.

The knights are rushing wearing their armors and taking their weapons. There is only one thing on tatsumi's mind tho. Mayoi. Is Mayoi safe? Is he already escaping? Is he hurt? Is he still..alive..? Hundreds of thoughts racing through his mind but he can't be selfish to run to Mayoi right now when so many commoners are dying and the King's life is in danger.

While on Mayoi's side, he is still somewhat confused what is going or what to do. He sees his family members panicking and trying to arrange a carriage for them to escape and demand some knights to protect them right now. Surprisingly, the carriage is ready pretty fast. While going downstairs to go to the back door, where the carriage is waiting, Mayoi could see some part of the town is in flames. When they open the backdoor to get on the carriage, Mayoi hears cries and screams of horror coming from the town. He could see the servants are terrified- they know they won't be able to escape. Which noble cares enough to take them along on the carriage anyways despite already loyally serving them this entire time?

Mayoi's family snapping Mayoi out of his train of thoughts, asking to quickly get on the carriage. But he refuses. Not only he wants to find Tatsumi but he wants to try and get the servants to safety too. His family obviously decided to leave him behind without second thoughts.

wow, i'm writing way too much here, sorry shdfgsfh

Anyway, Mayoi straight away get the servants to a secret room in the manor. Mayoi doesn't exactly pray but Tatsumi thought him to do so, so this time he prays that the servants will be safe in here. He leaves quickly the room quickly despite the servants begging him to please stay with them. He needs to find tatsumi. So welp, he go running out of the manor with probably 0 plan in his mind and with literally no armor. He did take a sword tho that he saw on his way out. Not like he knows how to wield it properly but Tatsumi sorta taught him a bit.

Not gonna elaborate on how mayoi fights enemy knights he meets on the way coz i can't word, but yeah he fights like 2 or 3 of them. Magically, succesfully-

Back to tatsumi. He is already in the town obviously. He fights off the enemy as he tries to assist the commoners to safety. While all that is going on, he sees Mayoi's family carriage in a distance. It's dark but he can tell that carriage belongs to Mayoi's family. His heart feels a bit lighter, knowing that Mayoi is on the carraiage and heading to safety. But at the same time his heart feels heavy since he didn't even get to say goodbye to Mayoi. He never got to tell Mayoi that he loves him. And he might never see Mayoi again. Who knows where is Mayoi's family heading to. And who knows if he is even gonna survive this battle tonight. It doesn't look like they can actually win. But he is a knight after all, he must be prepared to die anytime for the sake of the kingdom.

Some knights (from tatsumayo kingdom) is surprised to see Mayoi on the streets. Despite the ongoing chaos, they still tend to Mayoi and asking why is here here? Why is he not escaping already? What is a duke's son doing out here with a sword in hand? Mayoi does not bother expaining things to them and just dash away weee coz like he does not want to trouble the knights escorting him to safety. That is not what he wants right now. He wants to get to Tatsumi. The knights could not chase after him coz like, enemy approaching them and they could hear cries of children. They need to do what they need to.

Time skip coz i wrote too much already and is tired-

Words were spreading among the knights that there is a duke's son on the street. They are asked to protect him if they find him. When Tatsumi hears that, his heart skips a beat. "It cant be... Is it Mayoi?" he thinks to himself. It's impossible that it's Mayoi coz he is sure he saw the Ayase family carriage. He tries to comfort himself that the knights probably mistook it for someone else. But he still feels uneasy. The battle is not getting any easier. Dead bodies all over the streets. From commoners to knights. They are outnumbered at this point.

Not too long after that, he catches a glimpse of braided puple hair around the corner of a building. His heart beats faster as he approaches the corner. He prays hard it is not Mayoi even tho he desperately wanted to see Mayoi.

Alas, his heart drops coz it is Mayoi. An injured Mayoi sobbing slightly coz his leg was stabbed and he is trying to bandage it. Tatsumi approaches Mayoi by calling out his name softly. Mayoi looks up immediately when he hears that familiar voice. The voice that he misses so much. He gets up to jump and hug Tatsumi but he forgot his leg is injured and falls back down as he winces in pain. Tatsumi quickly gets on his knee to comfort Mayoi and tends his wound. He tries his best to bandage it up as softly as possible but Mayoi still sobs in pain. It hurts him to see Mayoi in this condition. It hurts him even more that he probably can't protect Mayoi either since their kingdom is losing.

"What are you doing here, Mayoi? Didn't your family escape already?"

"..."

"Did you get left behind...? Did you guys got seperated?"

"I... I didn't have the heart to leave behind my servants just like that... and..."

"And...?"

"And i wanted to see you. I wanted to see you, Tatsumi" Mayoi says as he looks at Tatsumi with glossy eyes. Tatsumi is shocked Mayoi would jeopardize his own safety, throw away his chance to escape, just to meet him. Tatsumi could not form any words. He just leans in and kisses Mayoi softly on the lips. Mayoi is obviously shocked but he closes his eyes and kisses back. The kiss melts away the pain in his leg. It melts away all his worries and fear.

Tatsumi breaks the kiss and places a palm on Mayoi's cheek. "Mayoi, listen carefully. The situation does not look good. I know you are in pain, but we have to walk. We are going to look for an escape. I need you to be as silent as possible, alright?" Mayoi just nods and tries to gets up immediately coz he knows Tatsumi do not want to waste anymore time. Tatsumi ofc, helps Mayoi to get up. "Stay close," is all Tatsumi said as he holds a sword in one hand, ready to fight and holds Mayoi's hands tightly in the other. They walk slowly and quietly.

I'm sorry but I really can't think anymore so i'll pause here and continue later!

Thank you for reading btw hehe

sorry that it's bad btw shdgsdfh i'm really not an author-

#tatsumayo #kazehaya tatsumi #ayase mayoi #enstars #ensemble stars #im not an author so sorry if this was really bad #you have my 1000 thanks if you actually read the entire thing

[yelenasdiary]

Hey hey! Here’s a little post about me 💖

Name: Rachel.

Feel free to call me Rach or if you come up with something, I’d love to hear it!

Age: 24.

Pronouns: I go by She/Her.

From: Australia 🇦🇺

Sexual Orientation: I identify as Bisexual, although I have a very high preference for women!

Favourite TV Shows & Movies:

Bones - this is my all time favourite show!

WandaVision - by far my favourite marvel show!

Criminal Minds

Wentworth Prison - way better then OITNB sorry!!

Greys Anatomy

Medium - bit of an oldie but a goldie!

Maleficent

Little Women

Midsommar

Just Like Heaven

Another Period - such an underrated show!

Friends

Taking Lives

Wind River

Australia - don’t judge me, it’s lowkey a good movie.

Sorry for Your Loss

Main Faves:

The first 5, I will literally watch anything they’re in!

Florence Pugh

Angelina Jolie

Elizabeth Olsen

Emily Deschanel

Paget Brewster

Jaden Smith

Ice Cube

Justin Bieber

Scarlett Johansson

Adam Sandler

Kevin Hart

Michael Ealy

Sebastian Stan

XXXTENTACION

Music: I like a lot of old school RNB & old school rap, hip/hop music. I drabble in pop music but I tend to stay away from over popular artists.

Favourite Marvel Movies:

Black Widow

Age of Ultron

Civil War

Captain America & The Winter Soldier

Eternals

Black Panther

Thor: Ragnarok

Doctor Strange in The Multiverse of Madness

Extra facts:

I have 2 dogs & a cat.

I have no tattoos as yet.

I have my first, seconds & helix pierced.

My dream destination is Rio De Janeiro, Brazil.

I love jewellery! Gold or Rose gold are my go to!

My favourite color is a very certain shade of blue.

I collect comics & pop vinyls.

My favourite food is Italian.

If there is anything else you’d like to know, hit my ask box! I’m happy to answer anything 💖

#yelenasdiary #get to know the writer

[phoenixrising0308]

Wacky Drabbles: I love you as much as I love candy

Books: The Royal Romance Books all of them

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: None

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here

Disclaimer

The Wacky Drabbles Prompt: “Me? Scared? Never.”

Chapter Summary: Jessica is forced to go to New York for a few days and misses Liam. Liam does something romantic and Jessica has a trick or treats up her sleeve.

Song inspiration: 10,000 Hours - Dan + Shay, Justin Bieber

Word count: 2,265

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Cordonian International Airport

Jessica and Liam stood in front of the Royal Jet both with tears in their eyes. “Liam, I really don’t want to go.” Liam kissed her forehead, “I know and I really don’t want you to go. I’d get on that plane with you if I could.” Jessica took a deep breath and said, “I’m going to miss you like crazy.” Liam cupped Jessica’s cheek “I’m going to miss you just as much and probably more. I won’t be able to facetime you since I will be in a closed meeting until an agreement is made. I love you.”

Jessica said, “I love you too.”

Liam said, “ I stocked up the jet with all your favorite snacks. Oh and I have something you can borrow if you miss me… I stuffed it in your bag when you were in the shower. Take it out when you are in the air.”

Liam walked Jessica onto the plane and kissed her passionately on the lips and held her close deepening their kiss and said, “ I will be here waiting for you when you get back. Call me when you land. It will have to be quick but I just want to hear your voice.”

When the plane took a fight Jessica did as Liam asked and smiled when she realized what Liam put in her bag. Sir Winston had a note written in Liam’s handwriting taped to his chest that read “Here is someone that can temporarily take my place next to you in bed. I love you more than you could ever know. Please come back to me as soon as you can. -  Love Liam”

10 hrs. Later…

Jessica’s Staten Island Apartment.

Jessica walked into her apartment and called Liam. “Hey, Liam I’m home. Oh, you can’t talk…still at the meeting. Yes me and Winston are fine. He smells like you. I miss you already. I love you too.”

Jessica took a shower and put on Liam’s Pajamas and crawled into bed holding Sir Winston and cried a little and said, “Winston don’t tell him I cried. I felt rushed off the phone.” After tossing and turning she finally fell asleep and before she knew it…

4:30 am

RING! RING! RING!

Jessica jumped up from the sound of her doorbell and looked at Winston “Me? Scared? Never.” I have a baseball bat and gun it's their funeral if they fuck with me.” Jessica ran down the stairs and opened the door.

Without even looking Jessica said, “Alright asshole it’s 4:30am this better be good LIAM!?”

Liam stood in front of her door with a bouquet of white roses and said, “ I can’t sleep without you next to me.”

Jessica’s eyes began to water and she tiptoed and hugged Liam and said, “I can’t sleep without you either.”

“I’m really happy you came,” Jessica said with a warm smile

“Jess, I worked around the clock. I would do anything to be with you. I planned this since you told me you had to leave and were staying an extra day or two. The one thing I couldn’t do was move that meeting.”

Jessica whispered in Liam’s ear “We should head upstairs before I have to get ready for work.”

“Jess we aren’t alone.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t travel without detail… this was the best I could do.”

Drake and Leo ran out of the SUV. Drake said, “I’m his detail for the next two days while you work. Please don’t let me catch you doing weird shit and Liam doesn’t shove your tongue down her throat it happens way too often.”

“Hey I will kiss when I want to and how I want to if you don’t like it look away,” Liam said with a smile as he kissed her.

Leo said, “Jessie do you have fruity pebbles? You know how much I love fruity pebbles.”

Jessica motioned for them to enter the house as she continued to kiss Liam.

Later that day…

Liam, Leo and Drake waited in Jessica’s car as her 6:30 pm ferry docked. When Jessica came through the exit Liam jumped out of the car and ran over and picked her up off her feet.

“Jess I missed you so much!” Liam kissed her sweetly on the lips

“I missed you too.” Jessica said as she smiled.

HONK! HONK! HONK- Drake impatiently blew the horn of Jessica’s car

“Yeah Yeah you love each other and that’s great and all but it’s time for a shift change,” Drake shouted from the car.

“We are heading to the city to meet a few friends of mine… don’t wait up,” Leo said with a charming smile.

Jessica looked at Liam and said, “I guess it’s just you and me.”

Liam whispered, “Thank God! I wanted it that way Drake I can handle but Leo… just gets in our way.”

Drake said, “Alright you know the drill.”

Liam said, “It’s not necessary.”

“I know you hate it but it’s a shift change and got to take it seriously,” Drake said.

Liam sighed and said, “Urgh really Drake she is my girlfriend.”

“And she gets NO special treatment.“

“Liam just do it. You know I don’t want special treatment.” Jessica said.

“Drake Walker you are relieved of your duties for the evening and you will resume your post at 0700 hours. Thank you for your service.”

Jessica looked at her watch and said, “At 1845 hundred hours Jessica Garcia honorary King guard member is now assuming responsibility for her temporary charge His Majesty Liam Rys. I swear to protect and serve my charge with great care and guard him with my life.”

Drake quirked his eyebrow at Liam and said, “Hey it’s the rules. He better not get so much as a paper cut. See you tomorrow.”

“I know you made me fill out a bunch of paperwork last time. Now get the fuck out of my face.” Jessica said as she laughed.

Drake and Leo kissed Jessica and made their way into the ferry terminal.

Liam opened the car door for Jessica and closed the door when she sat down at the passenger side and jumped into the driver’s side.

Jessica smiled and said, “So how was the Yankee game? Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”

“Actually we had a great time. Mateo and Adam got us great seats and we all had beers and pretzels. It was a pretty good game. Drake was upset the Astros lost. Leo could care less who won he just kept yelling like an idiot. He made it on the kiss cam and kissed a girl. That’s who he is seeing tonight with a friend for Drake.

“Great. You guys are going to the hangout again tomorrow. But now it’s my turn so dinner?”

“You just got out of work.”

“And you planned an entire kingdom’s schedule around me. A nice romantic dinner and maybe a movie?”

“Great plan I would add one more thing a nice calming bubble bath.”

Stop and Shop Supermarket

Jessica and Liam made their way through the aisle picking up a few things they needed.

“Oh, Liam we totally need to pick up a shit ton of candy.”

Jessica turned a corner. Cute ghost, spider web baggies, pumpkin stickers, and candy galore on both shelves in the aisle.

He watched her fill the basket with the pack after pack of candy.

Liam said, “I know you like M&M’s but I didn’t know you liked so many different types of candy?”

“I love candy but these aren’t all for me.” She said as she made a face at some bag before putting it in. Liam gave her an odd look with a confused laugh. He said, “Then why on Earth are you buying so much candy?”

Jessica said, “For the trick or treaters!”

Liam paused for a moment, taken aback at the answer. “Oh…That’s right, it is that time of year.” He looked at the little bags and plastic jack o lantern buckets again. A few perplexed feelings seeping into him that he tried to hide.

Jessica fully turned to him with her own odd expression. “Is something wrong?” Liam forced a small smile and shook his head.

Jessica cupped Liam’s face and said, “Liam, I know that face. Baby, what’s wrong?”

He shrugged, “Well as you know we have our customs back in Cordonia and Halloween isn’t something that we celebrate we know other kids did it but  Leo and I were never allowed to go. We just wore costumes and ran around. Trick or Treating was too much of a security risk.”

Jessica felt a tinge of anger at that. “Are you serious? They couldn’t let you go around the palace and collect candy?”

“Father thought it wasn’t appropriate Bastien always gave us candy he even hid it around the palace so we could find it and that was kind of our Halloween.”

“You know what Liam I keep saying that nothing Constantine did would shock me but I always stand corrected.”

Liam was silent and Jessica’s anger diffused to sadness. ‘He really didn’t get to be a kid.’ She sadly thought.

Liam spoke up, “I understand that to normal kids that not trick or treating is probably an outrage, but really, I’m okay. It just seemed fun and Maxwell and Drake always shared their candy. I suppose Father thought he was keeping us safe.”

“…You’re right. Let’s just try to make sure that other kids get to trick or treat in your place.” Jessica tried to reassure. He smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

An idea struck Jessica. “Hey, can you keep picking out candy, the good stuff? I forgot something. The usual Jessica and Liam item that you always get embarrassed picking up.”

Liam took the basket and nodded. “Yup. I just feel like people are judging me. So go right ahead.”

“Liam no one cares you aren’t a sixteen-year-old kid trying to figure out which box of condoms you need. You know exactly what you like throw it in the basket and move the fuck on. I do it every month wings or no wings whatever fucken works.”

Jessica picked up her phone and dialed a number and said, “Daniel, what is April wearing for Halloween? Toy Story. What character… got it. Liam’s here can we take her instead of the usual? Thanks.” Jessica then got on Amazon found a Woody and Jessie costume ..  ‘Perfect!’ She instantly placed an order for next-day shipping and she headed back to where Liam was with the basket. She looked inside and pulled out a bag.

“Really?” She deadpanned as she held up a box of pumpkin granola bars.”

“It says it’s Pumpkin, is that not what you want for Halloween?” He asked confused. She chuckled as she put it back in the basket.

“Alright, fine we’ll try it. If my house gets covered in toilet paper or gets egged you are sending a cleaning crew.”

Jessica and Liam looked at the checkout line Jessica turned to Liam and said, “This is ridiculous, we are going to use self-checkout. Take notes there will come at a time where you are going to have to do this on your own.”

Jessica entered her loyalty card number and said, “The trick is to hit the bar code on an angle and make sure you leave it on the belt otherwise you're going to get an error, and then it because of this embarrassing ordeal.”

Jessica scanned the items as Liam looked and said “That seems pretty easy.”

“Now you try to remember angle, Liam.” Jessica laughed and threw the box of condoms at Liam.

Liam blushed as he made eye contact with a teenaged clerk who gave him an approving nod and the clerk mouthed discreetly “Get it.”

“What's wrong are you scared? Just remember the machine doesn’t bite. I do so go ahead.” Jessica nibbled on Liam’s ear.

“Me? Scared? Never.” Study in his resolved Liam scanned the item and smiled at the clerk and discretely mouthed “Absolutely”.

“See not so bad you do the rest now.”

Liam scanned the rest of the items and puffed up his chest and said, “Aren’t you proud of me I’m a quick study.”

Jessica smiled, “How does it feel to not be a self check out virgin?”

“It was a part of my life I didn’t know was missing. Actually, a lot of these little things we do together feel that way.”

Jessica gave Liam a quick kiss, “Um so after that movie…”

Liam smirked, “I’m so ahead of you.”

2 days later

Jessica’s Staten Island Apartment.

Liam and Jessica were finally alone and it was officially Halloween. Jessica got her package on time and hid it in her bedroom. They spent most of the day in bed enjoying each other and watching Netflix. They did, however, work up an appetite and left their little love shack for a late lunch when came back Jessica told Liam to wait on the couch and she ran to her bedroom. Jessica walked out of the bedroom wearing pigtails with a cowboy hat, a western-themed shirt, a tight jean skirt, and boots.

Liam jumped up and took off his shirt and said, “Wow, Jess that’s unexpected. I love role playtime!” Liam stood up and began to unbuckle his pants.

Jessica laughed “ Liam literally we have been at it all day.”

Liam quirked a brow and said, “So-later?”

Jessica gave him a mischievous grin. “Yes, because we have to get ready to take April trick or treating.”

Liam saw her take out a bag with a cowboy hat in it. She handed it to Liam as he gave a laugh. “You bought me a costume?” He asked as he started taking it out.

“Yes, I bought us both matching costumes. Now hurry up and let’s get changed.”

A few minutes later, Liam came out to Jessica already waiting. Liam felt himself blush at how different he felt.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever worn a costume like this…”

“Well, now you have. You look good in it cowboy.” She teased and he felt a grin spread over his face.

“Later tonight were are keeping the hats on.”

Jessica laughed, “Whatever you want.”

Liam gave Jessica a mischievous grin and said, I have a bunch of ideas for my dream girl.”

“I’m your dream girl?”

“Jessica you have always been my dream girl since the moment we meet.”

Jessica and Liam walked out of her apartment and waited on the steps dressed a Jessie and Woody from Toy Story.

Jessica’s friends Daniel and Thomas walked down the block holding their daughter April's hand.

Jessica and Liam walked over and Liam said, “Hi Daniel and Thomas it’s been a while. April has gotten so big. She is gorgeous.”

Daniel said, “Thank you! We are really happy to see you. Nice, you were able to come down.”

Liam bent down looked at April and said, “ Hey little love. Do you mind if I go trick or treating with you and Aunt Jessie?”

April gave a warm smile and said, “Liam’s coming with us?”

Jessica said, “Yes my beautiful girl. Liam is coming with us and he looks really cute so we are going to get all the candy!”

April said, “ Liam you should have been a prince you look like one of them from my stories.”

Liam looked at Jessica and said, “Well I dressed up like one every year for a long time but I wanted to try something new.”

Liam held April's hand and smiled at Jessica.

Thomas and Daniel sat on the porch with candy for the ticker treaters. They both laughed looking at the trio.

“We match! We’re all characters from Toy Story!” April beamed. Jessica nodded, “Yes, I’m glad daddy told me what costume you were wearing!”

Liam said, “You’re a very cute Alien.”

April scoffed “You mean a Scary Alien!”

Liam gasped dramatically making Jessica stifle laughter. “My apologies, you’re terrifying!”

April grinned as she grabbed her bag and walked ahead of them. They passed Daniel and Thomas on the front porch.

“Thanks again, guys,” Jessica said. Daniel shook her head, “No, thank you for taking her! It’ll be nice to relax with Thomas on the porch instead.” She nudged him playfully and he wrapped an arm around her.

“Now, April. Be careful, don’t eat any candy without us checking it, and stay with Aunt Jessie and Liam!” Thomas called out to her. She gave an 'okay’ as she excitedly bounded to the sidewalk.

Jessica grinned at Liam. Liam said, “Looks like we’re gonna be having to keep up with that all night.”

“Better kick up your boots and get going then.” Jessica mocked a southern accent as Liam laughed and followed the young girl.

The night wore on and they went from house to house. Jessica saw the smile on Liam’s face and felt proud that she helped cause that happiness.

“Jessica, thank you for this. So many first with you. You just know what I need. I’m very much in love with you.”

Jessica said, “I’m very much in love with you too. But hey don’t think anything of it. I’m just glad you’re having a good time.”

2 hours later

April tugged on Liam’s arm and said “Next house they normally have the best candy.”

Liam picked her up and said, “So what are we waiting for?” Liam carried her a few feet and placed her on the ground so she could wait in line.

While April waited in line at a house in front of them. Liam placed a gentle kiss on her lips, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It was quick but sincere, both looking at each other lovingly.

“My bags getting heavy.” They were startled by April walking towards them dragging her bag.

Jessica jeered, “Well did you want to stop?”

April said, “Yeah I want to count my candy.”

Liam chuckled and said, “Count candy?”

Jessica said, “Yup at the end you count your candy and trade it. You can keep your hat on.”  and Jessica winked.

Liam said, “Oh. Oooh-”  then bent down and said, “Hey April I can carry you back? This way you make it home faster to count all that candy.”

April smiled, and said “Yes! And you are 10 feet tall so I can see everything.”

Jessica’s Staten Island Apartment.

Jessica and Liam sat on her living room floor wearing nothing but their underwear and Cowboy hats trading candy.

“Thank you for such a fun night…Maybe we can make that idea of the nobles giving out candy at the palace gardens for all the little ones? We can decorate different stations…Maxwell will be over the moon.” Liam mused.

Jessica looked up at him tenderly. “I think that’s a good idea.”

“I will trade you skittles for my sour patches.”

Jessica laughed and said, “Deal!”

Liam took her chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

They parted only for Jessica to laugh as she held up a pack of M&M’ from his bag.

“Hey! Betrayal!” He laughed out but ended up giving her another pack of M&M’s from his stash. Jessica laughed and gave him all her kit kats in turn.

Liam said, “I love you as much as I love candy. And I really love American candy we should get more. I guess you have another little project to work on but out of all the candy I have tasted in my whole life you are my favorite kind.”

Jessica smiled and said, “So Cowboy ready to call it a night?”

Liam quirked his brow and said, “Well we both have Cowboy hats on… think we could go to a naked rodeo.”

Jessica whispered in Liam’s ear “Then someone gets tied up.”

Liam grinned and said, “I like where this is going.”