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sleepwalking ● 5 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, mutual pining, SLOW BURN

words: 6.9k

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chapter 5 ► oh, and, my love, did i mistake you for a sign from god? or are you really here to cast me off?

Your train reached Paris at almost exactly eight o’clock in the evening and the rain was pouring. The wedding reception had started at seven, but Jungkook didn’t mind being late, even though the longer he lingered with you on the streets, the more the rain ruined your outfits, and your hair, and your make-up—but not your mood.

“I prefer being late,” he said when the two of you caught a cab from Gare du Nord to the wedding venue in the 8th arrondissement. “Less small talk if you show up when everyone’s already said hello to everyone.”

“I see your point,” you said, sliding over the backseat as Jungkook climbed in after you. “But it’s still rude to be late. Especially to a wedding. Especially when you weren’t even going to come to said wedding at all.”

He gave the driver the address and turned to you, resuming the conversation, because he had a very important point to make, “my grandma used to say that as long as I’m not late to my own wedding, I’m fine.”

You snorted at this, but your expression wasn’t mocking. You remembered his grandmother with nothing but love. Thoughtfully, you replied, “she’s a wise woman.”

���She is, yeah,” he agreed. “She always wanted to go to Paris, by the way. Remind me to call her.”

“That’s nice,” you commented, turning to the window as the streets of Paris passed outside, all in a blur of streetlights, reflected in puddles of rain on the pavement. “I think I’ve always wanted to come here as well.”

This surprised him and he paused in the middle of reaching for his phone. He’d already forgotten what he was going to check on it as he looked back at you again. When he spoke, there were minor notes of offence in his voice.

“You did?” he asked. “You never told me.”

“Yeah,” you said, not meeting his eye—you were far too captivated by the rainy streets outside the car window. They were nothing magical on their own, you supposed, but there was something about them tonight in particular. “I don’t know. It’s not my dream destination, but it’s Paris. Can you say you’ve travelled if you’ve never been here?”

Jungkook thought about it. “Well… I mean—there are other cities, too. Isn’t Paris a bit overrated?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, still glued to the window. “Probably. I’ve still wanted to see it for myself, though.”

He could tell, as he leaned forward until he was able to see the neon lights from the signs outside reflected in your eyes. The taxi ride should have taken about twenty minutes, but now Jungkook wondered if he’d manage to ask the driver to take a longer route without you finding out.

“In that case,” he said finally, “I’m glad I brought you here.”

You turned to give him a look, but were startled by his close proximity. You nearly bumped your cheek into his when you craned your neck.

Realising—from your widening eyes—that he’d entered far into your comfort zone, he scooted back in his seat. But your heart was already giving orders for explosions to go off in various parts of your body.

You cleared your throat and looked back out the window—not because of the view this time, but because it felt safer this way.

“We would have come here eventually anyway,” you said. “You’re performing at Cabaret Sauvage in less than a month.”

Disappointed by your purposefully emotionless voice and words that took all credit away from him, Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Sure. But,” he emphasized, “with me, you didn’t have to wait a month.”

“Okay,” you settled—partially. “Thank you for turning my whole schedule upside down.”

He smirked at the sarcasm. “Oh, anytime.”

In an attempt to conceal your own smile, you returned your attention to the billboards and bright window displays outside.

“So, if not Paris,” Jungkook started again after a minute, “what is your dream destination?”

He wasn’t expecting your reaction to his question to be so severe: you seemed to lean towards the window—away from him—clench your jaw, and focus even harder on the view outside – as if you were trying to transport yourself there, instead of staying here with him.

“Amsterdam, I think,” you replied eventually, in a voice so reluctant and quiet that he wouldn’t have heard you if he wasn’t literally right next to you.

“Really?” he asked. “I’m assuming it’s not because of weed?”

Smiling somewhat, you shook your head. And then did not elaborate more.

“Anne Frank?” he tried again.

“Maybe,” you said. “But also because of simple things. Not necessarily significant in history.”

Jungkook found himself having to push as if he was trying to find out what your deepest fear was, since you resisted fully opening up. But this was something that, honestly, seemed quite superficial to him, so he was rightfully perplexed.

Still, he asked, “such as?”

You sighed, not having expected—let alone, planned—this exchange to progress that much.  

This felt like the start of a long conversation—capital C. Getting to know each other by participating in obligatory small talk that would soon lead to deep analyses of each other’s darker sides of the subconsciousness.

And the last time you and Jungkook had had a proper conversation about something that was not related to your jobs in the slightest, was months before you broke up.

So, it wasn’t that Jungkook was being invasive with his questions right now. It’s that he was personal. And he’d stopped caring about being personal with you long before your relationship ended.

“Like riding bikes in Canal District,” you answered finally—he was glad to hear it, although he did not like the way you sighed as you spoke. As if this conversation was a hassle. Fortunately for his overthinking, you continued, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since my uncle went on a business trip to Amsterdam when I was seven. He’d brought me so many postcards, I could easily imagine myself having been there with him.”

Jungkook stayed quiet. He remembered your uncle—your mother’s brother. He was a surprisingly caring man, even if he looked like he ran the mob.

And Jungkook remembered the postcards, too—you had them pinned to the bulletin board above your desk in your dorm room back in university. He wondered, briefly, why you’d never mentioned the story behind the postcards before. He’d always assumed you just liked the pretty views on them.

Sitting next to you in the taxi, he counted something under his breath.

“We’re going to have,” he started, then calculated again just in case, “three days off in Amsterdam.”

“I know,” you said, sitting up straight in your seat as the taxi took a turn past Palais Garnier. “Believe it or not, I didn’t plan it like that.”

“Let’s say I believe you,” he teased. “Should we go bike riding in Amsterdam?”

You turned away from the window to look at him, surprise evident in your lifted eyebrows. “Us, two?”

He nodded. “Us, two.”

“On your day off?”

“On my day off.”

Not hiding your skepticism, you licked your lips and told him, “Jungkook, you spend your free days getting wasted with your friends.”

Although that was a fair statement – he had to admit that much – he still tried to defend himself, “that—that’s not something I have to do every single time.”

“It’s not?” you asked. “Then why do you do it?”

“Because I usually have nothing better to do,” he replied. His honesty was amplified by his body language: eyes cast low, hands intertwined on his lap.

He hoped you wouldn’t misunderstand—he wasn’t trying to imply that he preferred his friends to you. Or to anyone else, for that matter. Truly, if you would have called, he would have abandoned everyone else in a heartbeat. But he was more comfortable keeping that to himself.

“And riding bikes sounds better than getting drunk?” you asked instead, the question laced with persistent disbelief.

“Riding bikes in Amsterdam,” he corrected, choosing to avoid the mention of you doing it together, “sounds better.”

“Okay,” you said, still not convinced. “You talk now, but let’s see if you change your mind when we’re back on the road.”

“I won’t,” he insisted with newfound confidence. Despite his assuring tone, his gaze still scanned the mat on the floor of the taxi. “I promise I’ll take you bike-riding in Amsterdam.”

Even more surprised now, you waited until he lifted his eyes to meet yours before you repeated, “you promise?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug—but the nonchalance was pretend. His hands were tightly pressed into each other on his lap, because otherwise he would have been reaching for you. “Cross my heart. I’ll take you bike-riding if it kills me.”

The exaggeration finally got you to laugh. “Why would it kill you?”

Your laugh had broken the spell. He felt himself relax as though something heavy had been lifted off of him, and with you laughing next to him, he was as light as the air around you. Nothing could crush him.

“You never know with bikes,” he replied, smiling, too. “I’m just saying, I’ll make it happen for you.”

After a detour down the Champs-Elysées under the tiny compact umbrella that you’d packed (it was still so beautiful with all the lights around—even more so in the rain), you finally arrived at the wedding, which was already in full swing.

It took the newlyweds a good fifteen minutes to notice you and Jungkook, but you wouldn’t have blamed them if they didn’t approach you at all.

As soon as they did, however, you immediately tried to apologise for being late—both, tonight and in general, considering that the two of you were only added to the guest list for the wedding a few days ago. But Kihyun and Chloé cut you off, both joking that they were just glad you made it here, because they had thought you’d gotten lost in Paris.

“I sort of wish,” Jungkook replied, casting a meaningful glance your way—you pretended not to see it. “But no time to get lost when we have an important wedding to get to.”

Your friends smiled at this, accepted your congratulations, and, instead of returning to the rest of their guests, actually stayed to catch up with you—as if this wasn’t their wedding. As if you were back in university, eating ice cream on the quad benches with all of your mutual friends, and fighting off the campus pigeons.

You had to admit, seeing Kihyun and Chloé again was very nice. You’d always considered them Jungkook’s friends more than your own—all three of them had graduated from the same major, even though you had quickly become Chloé’s class-skipping partner—but they were the one pair of his friends that you’d always approved of and, eventually, befriended, too.

Seeing them newly married, however—while you could still remember that one almost tragic double-date that you’d tried to go on, where Jungkook and Kihyun nearly broke their necks, racing on Vespas—now that felt overwhelming.

“You’re right on time, by the way,” Chloé said to you while the two boys discussed Rated Riot’s upcoming tour dates, seemingly attempting to make plans to meet up again, after the pair would return from their honeymoon. “I was just about to toss the bouquet.”

“Oh, I’m not—”

“Come on,” she grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Jungkook.

You glanced back at him for help, but he only grinned at you, like he’d done so many times before, when you’d go to parties together and he’d force you out of your comfort zone, because he knew you’d thank him for this later.

You weren’t sure if you’d be grateful for it this particular time, though, as you found yourself in a crowd of bridesmaids and very drunk guests within fifteen minutes of arriving at this wedding.

You looked around and, with a sudden start, you recalled the reason why you were here in the first place.

Bending your neck to take in the people around you, you tried to guess which person in this wedding, could have been the hypothetical ex that you still didn’t think really existed.

There was no one who could have been it.

You’ve met most of the people here before and none of them looked particularly eager to talk to Jungkook or to avoid him. Everyone was indifferent—except you, as you kept looking back at him to find him already watching you every time—and that was the final confirmation.

There really was no ex.

You had no idea why he’d brought you here.

Distracted by your thoughts, you chose to just stand in the middle of the crowd. As you tried to avoid having your feet stepped on, you brought a hand through your hair. You liked crowds at concerts. You didn’t like crowds of very determined wedding guests.

Never having caught a drumstick or a single guitar pick at any of the concerts you’d gone to in your whole life, you felt rather stupid standing there. And the significance of catching the bride’s bouquet was lost on you, too—you’d never believed in the prediction that whoever caught it would be next to walk down the aisle: your mum had told you she’d caught it three separate times, and she had barely been married once.

You heard Chloé count down backwards from three and you extended your hands above your head; more as a protective instinct than anything else—to avoid getting smacked on the head.

By some harrowing chance, almost as soon as Chloé’s countdown finished, you felt the stems of flowers against your palm and clutched at them, reflexively. You heard claps and excited cheers around you before you registered that you’d caught the bouquet.

Lowering the classic, white rose combination, tied with a neat, pale bow, you swallowed and looked around, unable to conceal your overwhelming discomfort as you listened to earnest applause around you.

This felt embarrassing more than anything else. Irrationally so, of course, but embarrassing, nonetheless: like walking into an empty restaurant and interrupting the conversation of the staff. Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on you, and there were drunken shrieks of elation somewhere in the room.

You realised as you held the flowers awkwardly—like it was a bomb meant to be defused—that this was why you preferred to work backstage.

“I’m so glad it was you!” you heard Chloé exclaim. You turned to see her clapping her hands as she made her way towards you.

A few women you’d never met hugged you as if you were going to your own wedding as soon as this one was over.

You were frozen with an uncomfortable, twitching smile on your face and only sobered up somewhat when Chloé reached you. She was laughing as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders—in her defence, she tried to fight her amusement, but you looked completely anguished, nearly grief-stricken. It was ridiculously unfitting, and, at the same time, so completely in character for you.

“I’m not entirely sure how this works,” you told her. “Are you certain I’m not supposed to toss it, too? Sort of like a relay race? I saw one of your younger cousins who looked very excited to catch the bouquet, but she had an obvious height disadvantage.”

Chloé clutched you to herself tighter in a comforting manner.

“No, love,” she said brightly. “My cousins are twelve and thirteen, they both can wait for their turn. And I’ll see you at your wedding. Hopefully sooner rather than later? It’s been too long since we’ve last chatted.”

“It has been,” you agreed, “but if we’re only meeting at weddings, then I’m afraid this might be the last time we see each other.”

Laughing again, she rubbed a soothing hand on your back and assured you, “the bouquet can mean whatever you want it to mean. I’m just glad you’re here tonight. And I’m sure Jungkook is, too.”

With another soft smile, she nudged you in his direction and walked away to join her husband. Before you could begin pondering what she’d meant by that, your eyes caught sight of Jungkook, who was still watching you—in a relentless way. Like he hadn’t looked away from you once since you left his side.

You felt almost awkward as you approached him—all of your steps leaden under his watchful eye—but as soon as you were close enough, he grinned and said, “you look like you survived an alien abduction.”

And everything was okay again. For the time being, at least.

About an hour later, you and Jungkook had settled by a cocktail table at the back of the room.

The bride’s bouquet rested between you as you sipped champagne and took everything in: all the couples dancing around you, the kids kicking the balloons, Kihyun and Chloé being unable to stop smiling at each other as he twirled her around to the gentle melody of the wedding band playing Biffy Clyro’s “Many of Horror”.

“I still believe,” rang through the venue as the song went on, “it’s you and me ‘till the end of time.”

You nodded along to the rhythm, tapping your fingers against the table. You’d stopped resisting after your first glass of champagne and allowed the familiar melody to take you back to the days when you and Jungkook passionately screamed the lyrics of this song at each other in your dorm room.

The two of you dancing with each other was a far more violent affair than Kihyun and Chloé’s smooth swaying: your twirling involved a lot more kicking, stepping on toes, and tears of laughter as you eventually admitted your absolute incompetence when it came to dancing. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed very skilled at it—but then, when compared to you, probably even a well-trained rabbit could have danced better.

You smiled fondly at the memory, happy that the bubbles you drank and the long trip you’d taken today made you feel just dizzy enough to look back at the old days without wishing you were there now.

You were glad to be where you were.

Jungkook, meanwhile, was on his third glass. He kept glancing at the bouquet on the table with immense discomfort as he painfully remembered Sid’s words on their first night in Prague: “Your ass is so whipped, you’re going to be singing at her wedding to some random producer.”

What if Sid was right, then what would he do? Would he get up on stage and perform a fucking love song for you and your new husband? An angsty, yearning love song with a powerful guitar riff—like the ones you liked and the ones he kept writing; the lyrics dripping with all the sentiments that would mean nothing to him, while you married someone else.

I still believe it’s you and me ‘till the end of time

He couldn’t do it. He’d never do it. He’d rather—

“Jungkook,” you said suddenly, your voice catching him off-guard.

“Hmm?” he looked at you, an almost alarmed expression on his face. The descent from deep inside of his mind and back to reality was a painful one.

“I have a question,” you said.

He finished his drink and put the empty flute down on the table. “Alright.”

“There’s no ex,” you said, deciding it was finally time to clear this up, “is there?”

After almost two hours at the wedding—where he hadn’t mentioned his ex once—both of you already knew the answer to this question. But he still graced you with a formal response, because he knew he owed you an explanation.

“No,” he said. “There’s not.”

You nodded, your expression the same as before.

He was relieved. He’d expected a drink in his face.

“So, tell me then,” you continued. “Why did you need me to come with you to this wedding?”

For the first second after you asked this, he thought he could have just admitted it. There was no condition in the bet about revealing the truth to you, after all. And it’s only a bet—it’s nothing significant.

But you were standing in front of him in your dress, the leather jacket that he’d gotten you hanging on your shoulders. You were looking at him with tired, tipsy eyes. And you were smiling—but still trying very hard not to—as you sipped your champagne.

There was a sense of future in the air.

Your future, together.

And the realisation that the bet was significant, despite his efforts to convince himself otherwise, had finally kicked in—he was afraid he wouldn’t just get a drink thrown in his face if he told you. He was afraid he’d lose this future.

“I, uh… I just didn’t want to be here by myself,” he ended up saying. This was, technically, not a lie, either. “I always go to these things alone.”

“Why go at all?” you asked then. “You were pretty definitive when you RSVP’d “no” months ago. I was the one who emailed them both of our responses.”

“Well,” he said, looking around at the waiters, passing out drinks, as he tried to buy time. “I don’t know. I feel different now that I’m in Europe. So close to Paris. I guess I changed my mind.”

As you’ve learned in the past few days, that was his excuse for everything.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a sip from your glass. “Humour me about something else, would you?”

Happy that the waiter was finally close enough for him to reach, Jungkook grabbed another champagne flute from his tray and then looked at you again. “What is it?”

“Why would Sid tell me you were dating someone,” you began, “and then warn me not to let you go to this wedding?”

What a perfectly logical question. Truly, he couldn’t see how the question could have been more perfect.

It was so perfect, in fact, that you could engrave it on Sid’s tombstone after Jungkook killed him.

“You know what? I actually have no idea,” he said and then threw his head back to down the champagne in one big gulp.

He kept the liquid in his mouth for a second—prolonging the time he didn’t have to speak to you, all while you watched him suspiciously—and then swallowed, finally.

“Really,” he added in response to your questioning look. “He’s an enigma.”

You snorted. “That’s one way to describe him.”

He nodded, eager to cement the point he was making. Additionally, he suggested, “maybe he was just jealous.”

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to find the causal relationship between Sid lying to you and Sid being jealous.

You tried to guess, “jealous of—of not going to Paris with you?”

“Of me going with you,” he said.

You picked up your champagne glass again—you weren’t drunk enough to have this conversation. “What?”

He shrugged. “Maybe he has a crush on you.”

Your scoff was almost reflexive, and you were very glad that you hadn’t taken a sip before he had said this. You’ve heard plenty of unexpected things in the span of these past few days; all kinds of manipulations and weak cop-outs – but this one was, by far, the most ridiculous one.

“Maybe he has a crush on you,” you countered, clearly considering this statement to be an accusation more than a compliment.

He snickered at this. “Fair enough. Maybe he does.”

Swallowing, you put your near-empty glass down on the table and gave him a long look.

“So, he just did that to spread chaos?” you asked. “No other reason?”

Jungkook shrugged again. “Nothing else I can come up with.”

“I don’t believe you,” you said calmly and watched him freeze, startled by the bluntness of your words. First, you finished your champagne, then your sentence, “but I’m willing to drop it if this is nothing more than Sid’s game. Tell him to never speak to me again, and let’s leave this at that.”

Jungkook was relieved, and, at the same time, scared to feel relieved. He felt it necessary to say, “I’m sorry Sid did that.”

“Don’t apologise for him.”

“I’m not. The apology is from me,” he said. “I should have made sure he wouldn’t bother you, let alone lie to you—”

“I don’t care why Sid lied to me,” you cut him off. “I care why you did. Why you went along with it.”

He knew he should have seen your question coming, but he chose to pretend he could talk around this topic instead—and that’s why your words knocked all breath out of him.

It was simple: he’d played along with Sid’s lie, because he thought it’d help him convince you to come to Paris with him faster; he’d lied to you to win the bet.

But he hadn’t lied to you when he said he didn’t want to come to this wedding alone. He wanted to come here with you. The bet seemed more like an excuse now—a distraction from his anxiety that he equipped as a pretence to ask you out.

He was painfully aware of this now: he’d always wanted to ask you out again; just one more time. One last first date of your lives.

He realised this, and there was no way he could pretend otherwise, not when his mouth dried up every time he looked at you.

And yet, that seemed even more difficult to admit to you.

Inhaling, he said, “I thought Sid’s lie would get you to come with me.”

That did not feel much like an explanation.

“You could have said that Sid lied and just told me that you changed your mind about going to the wedding,” you said, waving your empty flute around. “You’re allowed to go where you want to. You’re an adult.”

“Well—”

“To a certain extent,” you added, “because, of course, you have your reputation to consider. Yours and the band’s, too, actually.”

“So, you would have just let me leave the tour?” he questioned, doubtful and, honestly, disappointed. Asking for your permission to do something felt childish, but it also felt like you cared. And he really needed you to care.

You remembered his threat about bringing his friends with him if you wouldn’t go, and asked, “would you have gone to Paris alone?”

He looked down. Then, he told you the full truth, “I wouldn’t have come here at all, if you hadn’t agreed to come with me.”

“But I said no,” you said, still trying to make sense of this. “I didn’t want to go. You kept pushing.”

“I really wanted us to go together. That’s why—you know.” He swallowed. “That’s why Sid’s lie seemed so convenient.”

“Why did it matter that we went together?” you asked one more time. “The real reason.”

He didn’t reply right away, because he was too tipsy for this. It was only champagne, he could have easily recited the alphabet backwards if he was asked to. But it was getting difficult to keep up with what he was telling you.

He didn’t want to lie, not anymore, so he tried to only tell you the truth and keep quiet about the things he didn’t want you to know about: like the bet. And, of course, the fact that he had, apparently, been in love with you for ages. This particular realisation had surprised him on the train earlier, and he was the one with the feelings. He couldn’t even imagine how much it would probably shock you if he told you.

You waited, at first; assuming that he needed a moment to gather the courage to explain. But a minute later, your patience ran out.

So, you tried to answer for him—offering an option that wouldn’t be satisfactory enough, but it would be comfortable for you to believe, “just because they’re our friends?”

“Yeah. Sure,” he said, but it sounded like he was just agreeing, because he could tell that this was what you wanted him to say. “We’d known Kihyun and Chloé for so long. So it’s for, um—for old times’ sake, I guess.”

You needed a minute to arrange everything in order in your mind. Everything Jungkook had said seemed convincing enough if you closed your eyes, but it still felt like a half-truth at best.

You knew there had to be a different reason why Sid didn’t want Jungkook to go to Paris—or, perhaps, why he didn’t want you to come with Jungkook.

Not to mention, Jungkook could have convinced you to come to the wedding much faster if he’d told you the truth instead of going along with the story about his “ex”. Of course, that’s assuming that he really did only want to come here to witness your friends get married like he’d said.

But you wanted to believe that what he’d told you tonight was true, because this way, you wouldn’t have to ask any more questions or overthink. And, truthfully, a part of you was afraid to ruin this—whatever this pleasant hum that had gathered around the two of you on the train to Paris was—by interrogating Jungkook further.

Not to mention, you’d outgrown Sid’s silly games and simply wanted peace.

Even though you didn’t speak, Jungkook seemed to read the thoughts in your mind as he chewed on his bottom lip and said again, “I’m sorry.”

You blinked, registering the discomfort on his face. “What for?”

“For the lying and the—well, everything,” he said with a resigned sigh.  “I realise this was a very backwards way to convince you to come here with me.”

“It was. And thank you for owning up to it,” you said. “But next time you try to do something weird, do try to leave me out of it, would you?”

He grinned at this—he couldn’t help it. “Define weird.”

You were smiling, even though you rolled your eyes in response.

“Lying,” you said then. His smile faltered. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but don’t lie to me.”

Solemn now, he nodded. He realised that this gesture alone wasn’t convincing enough and redeemed it by clearing his throat and saying very decidedly, “I promise I’ll make sure Sid doesn’t bother you again.”

“Good,” you said. “Please do.”

“Thank you for coming here with me,” he added. “Despite everything.”

You were about to retort with a dry “you’re welcome”, but decided to take a different route and make him work a little bit. It only seemed fair.

“I don’t think a simple ‘thank you’ will suffice,” you said slyly. He cocked an eyebrow, not having expected to hear the playfulness in your voice. “This was a huge favour, after all. I could have been sleeping on the tour bus right now.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun,” he countered. “I saw the look in your eyes on the cab ride to the wedding.”

“Well, I had to adjust,” you defended. “Can’t exactly sulk the entire time, I’m not a toddler. Unlike some people.”

You turned away as you said this, smirking, while he scoffed, indignant. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

He was instinctively opening his mouth to respond, but only managed to squeeze out an incomprehensible syllable that turned into an impressed tsk.  

“Okay,” he decided then, tongue in cheek. “So, how can I repay this massive favour?”

“I’m not sure you ever will, to be honest,” you played. “But you could start by gifting the newlyweds a song.”

Jungkook glanced back at the platform in the corner of the room that was set up as a stage for the band. The musicians were taking a break and having drinks by the bar right now, so it was empty.

He looked back at you. “I don’t sing at weddings.”

“You used to,” you pointed out.

“Once. They made me wear a suit with a bowtie. A tight, neon yellow bowtie,” he reiterated. “It nearly made me suffocate. I would have died looking like I ran away from a low-budget circus. I’m not doing that again.”

Trying to keep your laughter in—you hadn’t actually been working with Rated Riot yet when they performed at this wedding, but Yoongi kept pictures, and he pulled them out every year on Jungkook’s birthday—you reached over the table to touch him.

“I’ll make this easier for you,” you said as you gently undid the first few buttons of his black dress shirt.

His breath got caught in his throat the second he felt your fingertips brush against the bare skin between his collarbones. It lasted for less than a second, but he was certain your touch had left a mark.

“There,” you said, pulling away. You seemed to have no clue of the revolution you’d started in his chest, which was a wonder. He was convinced his face had passed all the colours of the rainbow in the span of a minute. You continued, “nothing’s blocking your airways now. I’ll even do you one better—you don’t look like a clown tonight. You actually look good.”

Funnily enough, he had fewer problems breathing before you leaned closer to touch him. And before you told him he looked good.

Weakly, he asked, “I assume you have a song in mind, then?”

You nodded. “Chloé once told me she loved this one when she was younger. “As Long as You Love Me” by—”

“No.”

 You were grinning as you finished, “—Backstreet Boys.”

He was shaking his head with enough vehemence for you to feel a soft wind on your face.

There wasn’t anything wrong with the song of choice—other than the fact that Jungkook doubted very much that Chloé had ever mentioned it to you; he suspected you were just setting him up—but he held a personal grudge against it ever since he impulsively performed the song at your birthday party six years ago.

You had already been so drunk at that point, you could only remember glimpses of it all. Fortunately, someone had filmed Jungkook as he was using your floor lamp as a microphone stand when he performed Nick’s part at the beginning of the song. Later on, he’d gotten so immersed that he’d pulled up a chair to perform the dance routine, too.

You still had the video saved somewhere on your cloud storage.

“Your debt will be fully repaid if you include the choreography,” you added now, knowing it wouldn’t convince him. You just needed to say it to see the tips of his ears turn red at the memory.

His lips were pursed as he watched the mischievous glint in your eye. He’d missed it, he realised, even if your teasing was at his expense.

“You don’t think I’ll do it,” he observed. You shrugged—an obvious challenge—and he looked back at the platform again.

“I’m going to need a mic stand and a chair,” he said. Your eyes visibly brightened—he hadn’t seen you this excited in years. Keeping eye contact with you as he walked backwards to the platform, he pointed a finger in your direction. “This is for you.”

You cheered—caught in the moment and in the champagne you’d had tonight—while he climbed on the platform and turned the music that had been playing from the loudspeakers off. It took everyone at this wedding by surprise. They all turned to look.

The musicians seemed largely unfazed, until he picked up the guitar that they’d left leaning against the wall by the platform. They were already about to approach, but Jungkook extended a hand with so much self-assurance that they froze right away.

He said something else—you were too far to hear—and that seemed to relax them. They returned to their drinks and Jungkook, finally, climbed onto the platform.

Admittedly, until the moment he did, you really didn’t think he would actually do it.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he spoke, his voice muffled as he tapped the microphone to make sure it was working. You looked back to see the surprised looks on Kihyun and Chloé’s faces. “It’s a very special night tonight, as we know. And I have a very special gift for my friends. Congratulations on the beginning of the rest of your lives together, guys.”

The newlyweds both cheered and Jungkook chuckled lightly. The microphone caught the sound and you felt your heart respond to it in eagerness as it pounded against your ribs.

The second he played the first chords on the guitar, the room seemed to come to life. Some people recognised the melody and rushed to the designated dancing space in front of the platform, their hands in the air—and it felt, for just a moment, like a Rated Riot concert. Others still looked confused, but very entertained by the unexpected turn of events.

“Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine,” he began to sing and it immediately turned into a battle of which one of you two could last longer without cringing, “I'm leaving my life in your hands.”

You lost the battle as soon as Jungkook began the chorus and put the guitar down so he could perform the choreography with the chair—as much as he could, anyway, because the chairs at the venue didn’t fold. Your nose was scrunched, and you couldn’t help shaking your head, half in disbelief, half in amusement.

He watched you nearly the whole time—only looking away to nod encouragingly at Kihyun and Chloé, both of whom were dancing in the middle of the room—and his voice was louder, much clearer without the instrument accompanying it.

You’d watched him tear his shirt off on stage at Rated Riot shows, and you’d never had to cover your face. But your hands were on your mouth the moment he dramatically dropped to his knees for that last “as long as you love me” in the song.

His head fell in a theatrical manner as soon as he finished the song, and the room erupted in applause. He thought he could discern your laughter amidst the noise, and he was smiling when he looked up.

It took him a minute to return to you after the performance—people asked for more as he walked past, others were patting him on the back, and some guests, who turned out to have been in attendance at the previous party, gaily informed him that he did “much better than last time”.

His breathing was still heavy when he reached you, exhilarated.

Beaming even before he heard your response, he leaned against your table and lifted an eyebrow. “Well?”

“That might be the best performance that I’d ever seen,” you said. “I’m sure it’ll haunt my dreams. Thank you for that.”

There was enough genuine awe in your voice to make him laugh.

“So, you don’t regret coming here with me, then?” he asked. His eyes were glittering when he looked at you—with excitement, adrenaline, and hope.

“No,” you said. Your soft smile had rendered him completely incapable of looking away from you. “I’m actually glad I came. And not just because I got to see you sing Backstreet Boys in front of everyone.”

Heated suddenly, he said, “that stays between us.”

Even though you’d been looking forward to telling everyone on tour about this, you decided he deserved your agreement.

“Fine,” you said. “But it’s a shame the rest of the world wasn’t able to enjoy this.”

“Hmm,” he lifted his chin. “That was for your eyes only.”

“What about the rest of the guests?” you asked. There was a certain delight in your words that he noticed and quietly basked in.

“What guests?” he replied with a grin. “I said this was for you.”

You were shaking your head, but there was humour in your eyes and on your lips, and his own smile felt like it might cause his cheeks to tear.

There was nothing he wouldn’t have done for you at that moment. He was flushed, and his head was spinning. The entirety of his chest, it seemed to him, had begun to float.

He was happy.

You were still here with him, teasing and laughing. He’d seen his old friends get married, he’d seen them dance. He was about to join his band on tour, about to perform all across Europe.

Everything was going to be perfect. He just had to get this bet over with—quietly—and then figure out a way to expand the cavity of his chest, so it could contain his heart and the thousands of obnoxious, never-ceasing fluttering wings around it.

chapter title credits: sleep token, “the summoning”

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[singguks]

are you afraid to fall in love? » i'm afraid of being the only one who falls.

[ they are sent undercover as newlyweds to catch a terrorist, the only problem is that she hates him and he loves to annoy her. ❤️‍🩹 read it here ]

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[that-otome-potato]

Showing Affection

Summary: How do you show someone who doesn't talk about themselves very much? Watch, listen, and jump at opportunities when they arise.

Notes: I'm still not good at writing summaries even though I've been writing for years! This was inspired by the lovely Heb over on a discord we're part of. Enjoy!

Pairing: Platonic Qu x MC

The only time when receiving an expected package is more exciting, is when it is for someone you greatly admire and have deep feelings for. So, when I saw the notification on my phone that a package had been delivered to the office of the apartment building I live in, I quickly dressed and hurried down a hand full of floors to pick it up before leaving for Starless. 

It wasn't any special occasion like a birthday or an anniversary - Qu had just mentioned interest in a new color pallet from his favorite makeup manufacturer and, before I realized it, it was ordered and on its way to my home.

"It's because he's been such a good friend to me since I came to Starless," I told myself, clutching the thin package close to my chest.Not because I'm hoping to catch his attention because I've grown to have deep feelings for him.

I scoffed at myself. It's bad when I don't even believe what I'm telling myself. 

With a shake of my head, I headed to the train station to go to, what had quickly become, my second home.

Inside the shop, I received many greetings - some joyful, some reluctant - all seemingly genuine. However, the one person I was hoping to see the most, was suspiciously missing. As I looked around for the shining white head of the one I adored, Mokuren and Zakuro walked past and saw me searching for their teammate.

"Qu is resting in the lounge right now." Mokuren explained, with no small amount of disapproval in their tone. That told me that Qu wasn't part of Team C's training today, which caused no small amount of worry to build in my chest.

"No, he was feeling sluggish, so when he kept stumbling on dancing sets he knew, Mokuren sent him away. I did everything I could not to laugh." A smug curl formed on Zakuro's lips at his comment. Mokuren gently slapped their teammate with the back of their hand and rolled their maroon eyes at Zakuro's antics.

I just shook my head, thanked them and left to go to where other cast members took their break behind the stage. I didn't even want to give thought to the fact that Mokuren knew who it was I was looking for and what it meant.

Casting my gaze around, I found Qu sitting on a plush couch, both legs tucked up under him as he leaned against the armrest while slowly paging through a magazine. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt off in the way he propped his cheek up with his closed fist as he looked down at the periodical with disinterest. I could also see that his winter jacket was wrapped around him tightly as if he was fighting off a chill that the building didn't seem to have with anyone else.

Concern for his health drove me to his side and I sat on the edge of the couch, in front of his curled legs. I could feel his eyes on me from the moment I got close until I had sat down, setting the package down next to me. "Qu? Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine!" He gave me one of his beatific smiles that always caused my heart to flutter, but when I saw it didn't meet his golden gaze, I couldn't return it. 

"It doesn't feel like it to me. Mokuren and Zakuro said you were struggling during practice, so they kicked you out. What's going on?" I frowned. I held out the back of my hand up towards his forehead, asking for silent permission to check his temperature. With a nod of approval from him, I laid it on his forehead and felt that it was quite warm. "Qu! You have a fever, you shouldn't be here. You should be in bed resting!" "No, I couldn't miss today.  It's one of the final practices before a performance.  I couldn't afford to miss it."

I looked at Qu with different eyes. I could see slight lines of exhaustion under his eyes, the golden glow that usually was there in his gaze, was dulled slightly.  His hair didn't have quite the shine it usually did, nor did it look as kept. He didn't feel good at all and was pushing himself.

"Qu, Mokuren has already made you rest by removing you from the training session. You need to go home and rest!"

He let out a disappointed sigh. "I know, but I just need to take some medication and I'll be fine."

I watched him give me a soft smile and I reached down to pick up the hand holding his magazine, giving it a little squeeze. "I still would like for you to take care of yourself, Qu." I paused to weigh my next words. "Your health is important to me."

Before he could respond, however, I turned away and picked up the small box that I had brought with me and handed it to him. His eyes grew wide and I noticed some life come back to them as he looked at what I was handing to him. "What's this?"

"A present."

"What is it for?"

"Do you have to have a reason to give a friend a gift?"

With that, I left him there with the box in his graceful hands to go to the kitchen, hoping that Kongou was in there planning the meals for tonight. Luckily, he was and he helped me put some warm broth together in a mug to take to Qu. 

When I got back to where Qu was lounging, I found him looking at the makeup pallet and stroking the cover of the case, deep in thought. "Do you like it?"

His head shot up towards me at the sound of my voice. I clutched the mug of broth tight as I awaited his words. When he gave me a smile that was almost back to his usual, familiar smile. 

It felt as if a weight had lifted from my chest at the sight and I exhaled before sitting down next to him to hand the cup to him. He took the proffered cup, took a sip and sighed happily. Qu set the cup on his leg, supporting with his hand, to look at the makeup in the other.  "How did you even get it so fast? It just came out the other day."

I could tell him that I had an alert on it because it was something he wanted and I wanted to give him something for no reason, but I didn't want to come off as creepy. So, I just shrugged as if it was no big deal and said, "Right place, right time."

Qu side-eyed me before shrugging himself and looking back down at the gift with a soft smile. "Well, regardless of how it happened, I appreciate what you've given me. I will find a way to make it up to you, no matter what you say."

I was about to say he didn't need to do that but stopped when he showed determination. "Very well.  I look forward to it!"

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[akinosenoragami]

Team W plays elden ring

A Blackstar theater starless fanfiction written by me. Tldr I got inspired by a discord convo between me and my friend.

This was written during W's Diety's game event but I had to put I off because of assignments. Apologies for having to finish this so late.

Summary;

Taiga invites Team W to play Elden ring. That's it. Enjoy.

"Is the camera on?" Taiga asks as he checks the Webcam, "It's working." Takami replies.

"Good. Hello everyone, welcome back to another episode of gaming with Taiga~. With your host Taiga." 

"What kind of an intro was that?!" Akira questions

"Anyway, today I'm here with my team. Team W~, now please introduce yourselves. "

"Team W's top, Kokuyou." 

"...that's it? Nothing else?"

"Yeah so?" 

" Aw~ C'mon man you're no fun!" 

"Akira you're next."

"Hey y'all what's up! Team W's singer Akira! Nice to meet you pretty ladies on the internet." 

"And that's how you do it Kokuyou." 

"Shut up. Who's next."

" I believe that would be me. Hello everyone my name is Takami and I'm Team W's no.2" 

"HA! Takami did it better." 

"Now now you two don't start a fight here. Sin its your turn now." 

"There is a good level of maturity in your words which attracts a lot. I'm Sin."

"I'm sorry what? Takami translate."

"What Sin is saying is that it's nice to meet you."

"Ok whatever I guess…so anyway today we are going to be playing some Elden ring." 

"Whoo! I don't know how to play this game but let's fucking go!" Akria shouted in excitement. 

"Why did I agree to this…." 

"Kokuyou it's for our team PR, to promote our upcoming show." 

"Oh yeah, Diety's game is gonna be showing soon! And you should all be there!" 

"Alrighty…..should we play the game now?" 

"Yeah. We should."

"OK for the record 3 of us aren't really gamers per say. So we're gonna start off in easy mode just so they could get the gist of it." 

"Is everyone in?" Taiga asks

"Yea I think so." Akira responded 

"Shit. How do you control this? How do you go forward?" Kokuyou said as his character starts spinning all over the place. 

"Ahahahahaha kokuyou you suck at this!" 

"Shut the hell up Akira." 

"In the sense of things, Sin and I have both entered the game."

"Alright, so whose the easiest boss to fight…how about the soldier of Godrick?" 

"Yeah sure, why not?" 

"Aight. Let's go."

They get to the location of the soldier

"Time to take this thing down…what are you guys doing?" Taiga questions

"How do you run straight in this?!" Kokuyou starts spinning. 

Takami starts looking up the players manual, "So is this how you punch?" 

"Take that!" Akira shouts as he's faring quite well.

Meanwhile Sin. Does nothing. 

After 30 minutes or so they finally beat the soldier. 

"H-how the fuck are you guys so bad at this?!"

"This is stupid. If we have time to play this, shouldn't we be rehearsing?" Kokuyou says 

"Bitch! This is free marketing for our show alright." 

"Now now, calm down Taiga." 

"Right…*inhales exhales* say Akira since you're doing quite well, you wanna try beating a harder boss?"

"Yeah, bring it on!"

"Alright…let's see here…who is..How about Malenia, Blade of Miquella?" 

"Sure thing."

Taiga and Akira make their way to the Haligtree while the other 3 take a little break.

When all of a sudden disaster struck.

"Ah shit…my controller's out of battery!" Taiga said as he shakes his controller

"What?! How? I thought you had it charged yesterday?" 

"I did but this one is somewhat faulty."

"Well shit man…what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, Solo Her!"

"Aight then, imma solo her! Wait her?!" 

The boss fight begins.  [...Heed my words. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat. ]

" ZOO WEE MAMA! She's HOT!" Akira just screams. 

"Akria what the fuck-?" Kokuyou said, startled when he turned around. 

"Well I must admit, her character is quite attractive. " Takami said in a calm tone. 

"...." Sin just stays quiet.

[Waterfowl dance occurs]

"NoNoNoNo…"

[Akira Dies]

"Ah…damn it." 

" A loss is a loss, but those who rise above the initial failures are to be crowned the victors." 

"Sin please, that is not helping the fact I lost to a HOT babe." 

____________________________________

"And that's it for today's gaming with Taiga, tune in next time to see us prank the other teams."

"What?! Oh no We ain't doing that!" Kokuyou said as his face looked like he was about to beat up someone.

"Kokuyou...Stay." Takami tried calling him down.

"L-Like, Comment and S-Subscribe if you wanna see me live and don't forget to come to our show…fuck RUN!"

| to be continued >

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[shonpota]

Hari saw Yakou got wounded badly on the street after being hit and run by a mafia. He took him to a hospital with confused and grief emotions, he doesn't know who attack him and the Yakou in front of him is barely breathing.

Hari then recalled people who often around him, then realised all of them are awful lots. He called their phone and asked whether one of them are currently hunted by someone.

Kei, Iwami and Haseyama said yes as usual then shocked when they knew Yakou got wounded. Hari got angry and asked them to go there immediately. He then demanded information why these three always be around him and make him a target too.

These three never think that they could do that to the man who should not even be in their awful dark world, yet their pride prevent them from apologize and instead cause fight by blaming one another.

Hari got frustrated and asked them to leave, he knew that Yakou will be sad if they were fighting. These three left while arguing then Yakou awake yet he wasn't fully conscious.

Yet it made Hari really glad, he stroked his hair softly and soothe his anxious face, "Yakou, I am here. You are fine, you will recover soon..don't get close to Kei, Iwami and Haseyama.. They are bad people.. ". Yakou who barely heard what he said just nodded and went back to sleep for several days. His head and body feels really light, he should've been healed faster if it wasn't him bearing too much work.

Team K was in bad condition, Yoshino refused to work together with Kei because he thought Kei is selfish. Even Ginsei lost his respect. Kei took his breathe and exhaled a heavy disappointment, he realized that team K was losing warmth when Yakou isn't there.

Iwami tried to seek for bodyguard with clean record yet it was just for naught, same with Haseyama too. Hari thought of accompanying Yakou Ll the time to protect him, and he thought it was a good idea.

Hari whispered to Yakou that and Yakou hugged him, "I will be the one who protect you, no.. We will protect each other.. ", whispered Yakou softly. His delicate heart was very warm and light up others. Hari held his hand and agreed with it, " Of course Yakou, so please... Stay in my place.. ".

Yakou was amazed, he wondered if it is fine to stay in other's place. After for awhile, he agreed and giggled. Hari exhaled in delight, "my dear... Yakou. Oh my.. I guess I love you enough to guard you."

Kei, Haseyama and Iwami pushed each other and arrived in the hospital room in the same time, "It is much safer if Yakou stay in America/My House!!!" Said them while being in quarell. Yakou was surprised and apologize,

"I already make agreement to stay in Hari's house.. I also know him better. It is okay, I don't hate you three... "

Kei sighed and asked him if he will sing again in K, Yakou agreed and shook Kei's hand, "Of course!! I miss Yoshino!" He then called Yoshino to tell that he missed being in K. Kei felt relaxed and sat on sofa. Iwami and Haseyama seemed at ease too, for some reason.. Being not hated seem nice for them.

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[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Rindou's Bday 2022 - Detour

Warnings: NSFW, fluff (maybe?)

Pairing: You (female reader) x Rindou

Word count: 1.722

A/N: This is my birthday fic for my lovely and handsome Rindou <3. Happy bday, my love!!! You did dirty to me again when you didn't come home in this last event, but I forgive you lol. And I swear, just like when I was writing for Napoleon’s bday, I had no intention to turn this into an nsfw fic, but yeah, it happened again lmao.

It’s getting colder and colder in Japan, and although the weather is not very pleasant for a night outing, that’s the only chance you and Rindou have to go on a date this week.

You’ve been married for a while now, but usually, Rindou barely takes days off so you can spend some quality time together. But deep inside you know he makes a lot of effort to please you somehow.

This year, just like many others, you couldn’t celebrate his birthday together because he had to work on Christmas Eve at Starless. To make up for his absence, Rindou planned a romantic date for the two of you before New Year's.

The city is bustling with lots of tourists who chose Japan as their New Year’s destination. The rising prices in stores during holidays are making Rindou’s life a bit more complicated. It is not like he earns much even though he works at Starless for ages now. But he is determined to find the best outfit to wear on your date.

It’s been a while since the last time he went shopping by himself. He loves shopping with you, but as he intends to surprise you with his new outfit, he wants to go alone this time. Little did he know that this ordinary walk around the mall would turn into an adventure.

Rindou had already looked up online some stores he wanted to go. That definitely saved him a lot of time, but things were just getting started.

He really wanted to buy a new overcoat. At his time of the year, it’s not difficult to find a variety of coats in all sizes and textures. But he was aiming for a specific type.

A few weeks ago, you two were cuddling and watching TV when you saw this beautiful man's overcoat in a commercial. You immediately got excited saying that he would look gorgeous in one of those.

It was not even in Rindou’s mind to buy anything for him. This guy is definitely not a consumerist. He does like to wear nice clothes, but he can spend years without buying anything for himself. When he has the time and money he prefers to buy something for you instead.

Maybe Rindou is acting a bit selfish here, but he wants to see how excited you’ll get once he wears the overcoat you liked so much.

After walking around for less than twenty minutes, his search for THE overcoat came to an end, or so he thought. The ikemen went to two stores, the latter had an overcoat that was almost like the one you saw on TV. Luckily, he found his size and also a color he liked it.

However, that was actually just the beginning of his overcoat saga. When Rindou was already going to pay for his clothes, the seller, who helped him, apologetically said that another customer had just bought the last overcoat of the size he wanted. His only option now was to choose a different type or try his luck in another store.

Rindou saw the man who just bought the coat he wanted. Then, he cogitates something unusual for him. Everyone knows team P’s leader is a righteous man, who always tries to do what is right. Bothering someone is something he avoids doing at all costs. It doesn’t matter if it’s someone close to him or not.

But he is considering breaking his own rules today. He remembers you and his friends scolded him several times already because you think he should be a bit more selfish when he feels like it.

He hates not putting other people’s feelings first, but in a split second, he decided this was his best shot to get what he wanted. Yes, it was something petty, but it can’t be helped. He was getting desperate.

Rindou waited for the guy to leave the store and started to follow him. Before the guy could enter another store, Rindou approached him without hesitation.

After a few minutes of explanation, and he was entirely honest with the man, much to his surprise, the guy accepted his offer. Rindou paid twice the price of the overcoat considering all the trouble he caused to the man.

It turns out that the guy was not particularly invested in that coat anyway, so when Rindou offered him to pay twice the price of the piece, in a heartbeat, he accepted the deal.

On his way home, Rindou was still feeling guilty about what he did. He is not the one to bother people like that. Also, it was his fault that he didn’t find time to buy the piece sooner.

Sighing, Rindou could not stop thinking how a shitty husband he was.

Rindou – "Ahh… I’m such a failure. I can’t keep neglecting my marriage like this. I know she will say this is not a big deal, but… I’m always in a hurry to get things done and…"

Suddenly, Rindou bumped into you in the middle of the street.

You – "Babe, what a coincidence! You look so handsome today. Where are you going?"

Rindou – "Ah, love, I was… Erm…"

The ikemen noticed you saw his shopping bag. He considered telling you what happened. But as the sensible man he is, Rindou is aware you also have your problems to deal with, so he gave you a vague explanation, and apologized several times, blaming himself for being an absent husband. Seeing how miserable he was, a stupid idea popped up in your mind. What if…?

You – "Say, Rin. Are you busy now?"

Rindou – "Huh? Not really. I was actually going home."

You – "How inclined are you to take a detour with me? *chuckles*"

Rindou – "Fufu I’m free. I can go whatever you want. It looks like you have something on your mind."

You – "Yep. Wanna go to a love hotel?"

Without actually thinking much, Rindou nods. A few seconds later, he realizes what you said.

Rindou – "What???!!! You wanna go where?"

You – "To a Love Ho…"

Rindou puts his hand on your mouth to prevent you from finishing the sentence. The ikemen just can’t believe you seriously said something so bold like that in the middle of the crowded street. What if someone heard you?

Rindou – "Love, please, what are you doing? Saying something so intimate like this out of the blue?"

You – "I didn’t say out loud. Why are you blushing? We are married, you know? And it's not like that's the only thing you can do in a place like that."

Rindou – "Yeah, I know that, but this is not the kind of conversation we should have in a public place."

You – "I don’t mind hehehe. Are you mad at me?"

Rindou – "Of course not! I rather just talk about this somewhere else, okay?"

You – "Okay, let’s continue our conversation at the love hotel then. Which one you wanna go to?"

Rindou – "Love, are you even listening…"

You – "Rin, I promise you’ll have a good time. Let’s get going, okay?"

Without waiting for his acquiescence, you take your love’s hand and head to one of your favorite love hotels. Rindou’s mind is a mess right now. But he rather just let you take him there than hear you talk blatantly about this place or other spicier things for everyone to hear.

Once you accommodate in a room of your liking, before your husband can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss that tells quite well what you want from him.

You – "Hey, I know there are a lot of things going on through your mind right now. But please forget about everything and focus only on us. I’ll take good care of you."

Rindou – "Love…"

You work quickly, and in a blink of an eye, you remove your man’s clothes. At first, you thought he was going to resist the idea, maybe thinking he was not in the mood or he was too tired to have sex. But it’s obvious that your words got through him once the ikemen let his guard down without caring much about anything else.

Team P’s leader looked really gloomy like 30 minutes earlier, but he seems super needy and sexy now. It’s not like he didn’t look attractive before, but now he has this dangerous aura as if saying he just can’t wait to have his way with you. It’s noticeable how much he wants this now. Once Rindou grabs your waist a little more roughly than he usually does, you let yourself loose to this moment.

A few hours later, you are just exhausted after this intense exchange between the two of you. You lost count of how many times you screamed his name and scratched his back. And every time you marked his body, he made sure to thrust faster and faster until you had enough of it.

While you are cuddling, Rindou looks at you and decides to tell you about his failed attempt to surprise you with his new overcoat. He now feels comfortable enough to share all his feelings and just vent to you.

After learning how much he was mentally punishing himself, you understand why he had this confused and hopeless expression on his face. To reassure your love and devotion to him, you let him know that although you indeed missed him a lot on his birthday, you knew since day one that that's part of a performer's life.

You – "Rin, thank you so much for opening up to me. Listen, my feelings for you never changed once. So rest assured that I’m really happy with our marriage. Although I kinda spoiled my own surprise, I still wanna see you wearing your new outfit. So please, let’s hang out again tomorrow, okay? I’ll let you choose the destination."

Rindou – "Thank you, my love. It will be a pleasure to go on another adventure with you. I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here. I am not going to lie that I was shocked you were actually considering making love to me even though I barely had time for you on my birthday. You were once again right that that was exactly what I needed. I feel so relaxed now. And don’t worry, I’ll meet up to your expectations on our next date. I adore you."

#rindou fic #rindou fanfic #blackstar #blackstar theater starless #BLST #BSTS #lyn's fic #rindou

[mishkakagehishka]

The fact that i have no enstars requests in the inbox is kinda tragic tho ig i need to infiltrate the fandom on a deeper level

#well most of the fanfics i posted regarding enstars were kinda niche anyway #i need to write some proper fluff get my name out there #i am VERY pleased with the fact that i have bsts requests tho a bit embarrassed that it took me a while to do them

[webs4ribs]

Chillin’ with the Lads™ at Camp Magnus

(Heads up that the TMA discord that I mod for is hosting a “Camp Week” packed full of super cool daily events hosted from July 1st to July 7th and if you’re interested, you should definitely join! The link and more information can be found below the cut.)

Welcome to The Magnus Institute!

We’re a 15+ TMA community and daily live-listen discord server with over 350 members that’s here for you to make friends, chill out, and prepare you for The Magnus Protocol!

Our goal is to foster a community that can involve anyone and everyone: from hardcore TMA veterans to those who have never listened to the podcast before. We've got some epic channels that create fun spaces for artists, writers, gamers, and theorists, along with those who’re just into chilling out.

The start of Camp Week means lots of events! Feel free to join the server to check out the full schedule, but here’s a short list of some events we’ll be hosting from Saturday July 1st to Friday July 7th;

An art contest, a writing contest, quiplash games, trivia nights, presentation nights, daily campfire stories, Gartic Phone games, bracelet making, DJ sets, karaoke, a Bob Ross painting sesh, daily YouTube movie nights, among us, green screen edits, a frantic fanfic sesh, tarot readings, and more!

We’ve also set up cabins to create a little bit of camp spirit and competition! By participating in events, you’ll be able to win points for your cabin which will be tallied at the end of the week to determine who reigns supreme! You’ll be able to choose to join 1 of 4 cabins; Gertrude’s Goobers, Leitner’s Losers, Mikaele’s Malewives, and Smirke’s Seniors.

We also have a Minecraft Server dropping on the 1st along with the start of camp week! So if you’re into mining or crafting, make sure to check out the server.

I should also note that a big part of our server’s draw is the daily live listens. We’ve been listening to an episode of TMA every day since March, and as of today (the 26th), we’re on MAG 92 - Nothing Beside Remains. So, if you’d like to join us (or catch up) and listen to the last half of the podcast alongside a live chat every day at 6pm BST and 6pm PT, then we’d love to have you!

That’s about as much condensed information as I can give you without making this wall of text even thicker. If for any reason the discord link doesn’t work for you, or you’re having trouble accessing the server, just send me a DM and I’ll be happy to help you out!

Can’t wait to meet you guys! Have fun!

#my art #tma #the magnus archives #tma fanart #the magnus archives fanart #magnus archives #rusty quill tma #magnuspod #magpod #jonathan sims #jonathan sims fanart #jon sims #jon sims fanart #timothy stoker #tim stoker #tim stoker fanart #sasha james #sasha james fanart #martin blackwood #martin blackwood fanart #timsasha #jonmartin #the magnus protocol #magnus protocol #click for higher quality

[natailiatulls07]

23 Halloween Season

Starting Wednesday the fourth of October, I will post a formula one Halloween themed fanfic every Wednesday and Saturday. They will each be released at 5pm BST on their dates. Once they are posted, they will be linked here. I hope you enjoy them! 🤍🎃

The dates and what to expect;

4 -

The Rapunzel to my Flynn Rider

Daniel Ricciardo x female!reader smau

7 -

Masked Drivers

Lando Norris x female!driver!reader

11 -

My Final Girl

Carlos Sainz x actress!reader smau

14 -

Trick or treat

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

18 -

Shades of orange

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader smau

21 -

Haunted house

Oscar Piastri x female!reader

25 -

They own Halloween!!

Arthur Leclerc x female!singer!reader smau

28 -

Princess Peach and Mario

Max Verstappen x female!reader

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#daniel riccardo x reader #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #oscar piastri x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #formula one #formula one x reader #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #oscar piastri #arthur leclerc #max verstappen #formula two #formula two x reader #f1 x reader #f2 x reader #f1 #f2 #halloween #october

[writingdotcoffee]

1,000 Words This Weekend: A Challenge

Last weekend, we wrote over 17,500 words together. Let's do it again!

The goal is pretty simple. Write 1,000 words or more over the next two days. You can work on anything you want — a blog, essay, fanfic, short story or chapter for your upcoming novel.

By committing to a goal and writing alongside other people, it's much more likely that you'll follow through. That's one of the main challenges of working solo on a project. When there's no boss or team, who will keep you accountable?

If you need some extra accountability, why not join and write 1,000 words with us this weekend? Here's the link:

https://app.writinganalytics.co/challenge/64f588b0a08a3997213d18be

The challenge opens at 8 PM BST on Friday and ends at 8 AM BST on Monday to give people across different time zones some leeway.

Happy writing!

#writing #writers #write #amwriting #writing life #writing tips #writeblr #writing challenge #writing sprint #word sprint

[ask-hobie-brown]

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this is a side-blog so certain interactions are limited!

we use a queue system to keep the account active so answering your ask may be a lot later than when you sent it — please keep this in mind when sending asks!

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BOTH admins are from london and poc 💥

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lil promo we both write fanfic also 😊

answers are mainly in MLE and estuary dialect (bc that's what we're used to) but cockney can be thrown in there as we get more confident with it !

we're also full-time students so pls be patient 😭 your ask will be answered hobie's just got a slow internet connection yanno... this multiverse ting is long

blog inspired by @/ask-the-prowler !! please check it out it is so hilarious give bro a follow

this blog is just for fun pls don't take it too seriously lol this is just our interpretation of the character based on canon & headcanon !

blog created at 2am on the xmas of 2023 😭

#navigation #tags are → #ask hobie #admin talks #hobie brown #spider punk

[vectorisheree]

Obligatory Pinned Post

Hiya! I'm VectorIsHere but just Vector is fine! Main Carrd | Commissions Carrd | Link Tree | Twitter

Poll for next animatic !!!!!! working on it lol

Tags List (I like to keep things organised)

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Notes

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Commisions + Requests - Open

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Unless a drawing is tagged as a ship or the characters are actively making out or something, please do not assume my art is ship art and please do not tag it as such

Blogs

@vectorisheree - My main! Almost exculsively DCA and FNAF stuff @viktor-not-frankenstein - My main alt, for everything that isn't the DCA, mainly for reblogging and life updates but I might post art on there at some point @celestial-waves-project Side blog for my TSAMS Merr AU, I'll post non-art and lore stuff there

Writing List

And So It Goes - (A03) (FNAFSB) 17,594 words, ongoing Main fic, basic dca/reader, unreliable narrator + written as a half-joke/unseriously. I have writen it as platonic but you could read it as romantic if you want.

'Set pre security breach, months have passed since the first opening of the Superstar Daycare, which was originally closed down after only two weeks of running due to mishaps caused from repurposing the theatre animatronics to be Daycare Attendants. Using Fazbear's new, cutting edge ai learning technology of playing matching card games, you're tasked to figure out how to bring the Daycare back into working order by helping the daycare attendants settle into their new roles - Reader gets assigned to deal with whatever the fucks going on with the Daycare Attendant and hopefully get them into working order so that the Daycare area can have it's grand re-opening. Shenanigans ensue'

Celestial Waves AU - (AO3) (TSAMS) 5,364 words, ongoing Secondary fic, oneshot collection for my merr AU

'A collection of connected oneshots and drabbles surronding the TSAMS cast but as merrfolk. I also take requests ^^'

HeadCannons and Rambling

Miscellaneous Sun and Moon Head Cannons Part 1 (FNAF SB)

Rambling on about Sun and Solar TSAMS (TSAMS)

Eclipse as a part of Moon and his abandonment (TSAMS)

#pinned post #pinned intro #mypost #myposts #VecText

[luffyisanickname]

i am just sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for the new episode of percy jackson to come out, even though I know it's not coming out until 3am bst and i'll probably be asleep then...

do i have assignment work i could be doing? do i have fanfic chapters i could be writing? absolutely, and i'm not going to do any of that because there's a new episode out soon

i must wait.

#percy jackson #pjo series #pjo tv show

[that-otome-potato]

Qu's Valentine

It's a few months late, but I decided that where this ended was a good place hehe. If there's enough interest, I'll write out the surprise MC had in store!

Pairing: Qu x Reader Rating: E - for implied activities.

The sound of the buzzer echoes around the backstage, loud and like nails on a chalkboard, signaling the performers that it was time to set up for their performance.

Starless was holding a Valentines event where teams W, C, and K performed their songs for the waiting young men and women in the dining area. So far, it had been met with great celebration - Team W had just finished their song with Akira receiving loud cries of approval and shouts of love from the audience. Team K had opened the night with the premier of their two songs. In between each set, there was a short break to allow the cast members not performing to set up for the next team.

I watched Qu, dressed in his red and voluminous costume, as he approached me with a soft smile. A matching smile formed on my own lips even after he paused in front of me to bend down and place a lingering kiss there. “Wish me luck?”

“You don’t need luck, Qu. You’ll do beautifully. You always do!”

Qu’s smile widened slightly and he cupped my cheek with tenderness. “Thank you, dear heart.”

I couldn’t help but lean into his hand for a moment before he was pulling away and walking confidently towards the stage to set up for “Into Me”.

As quietly as I could, I slipped from backstage to stand off to one side of the dining area in the dark, just in time to watch them start.

The song was sensual and drew the viewer in, making it almost impossible to turn away from the performer’s fluid movements with and around Zakuro, who moved about the stage as if being moved about on a lazy river. But my eyes were locked onto one dancer in particular, his bright white hair and golden eyes flashing in the flashing lights.

Qu moved as if in a trance, his arms and hands imitating a filmy curtain on a breeze from an open window, and he had such a soft smile, I almost felt jealous that the house was packed and others were blessed by its existence.

I scoffed at myself for such a thought. Almost? I did feel jealousy that others saw him like this, men and women alike. However, I also felt pride because, of all the people in the world, he chose me as his lover.

When I focused on him again after getting lost in thought, it was just in time to notice he was staring at me while performing and I felt my cheeks flush and the corners of my lips curl up. I could also feel heat bubbling up from within as I watched his lithe body move with the music and Zakuro’s singing - I couldn’t help it. Something about watching him move so smoothly did things to me that only added to my already great attraction to him..

It was time to go. I knew if I stayed any longer, I could very well see myself pulling him along behind me to go find a closet somewhere in the back.

It had certainly happened before.

Besides, I had plans back at his apartment that I had to work on and I knew that it would still be a few hours before he would be done here at the shop. I couldn’t let myself get distracted now.

With the last note echoing around the large open room, the crowd erupted in cheers with pen lights in various Team C colors waving with excitement. I took the opportunity to sneak back to where I had last seen my boyfriend so I could meet him as he came off the stage. I quickly grabbed a soft towel from the pile next to the stage and waited, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“That was amazing! You all looked great!” I clapped my hands excitedly as the team passed, following Mokuren towards the locker rooms.

“Of course we did.” Mokuren said with great confidence, waving their hand as if it was a flower floating on the wind, smirking down at me. They pat my head gently when they walked past, followed by Zakuro.

The singer smirked at you, “I almost mistook you for a puppy, __________! Do try to keep your eyes in your head next time you watch from the crowd - there were a few jealous ladies watching you.” Of course, I didn’t miss the concern laced in his words and I was about to stick my tongue out at him when Kasumi and Hari walked past, chuckling at my antics with the singer.

I watched the four of them turn the corner towards the locker room, a small smile on my face as I shook your head, unable to stay mad at Zakuro.

“I’m a little jealous, seeing you smiling like that at my teammates,” a voice as soft as a cloud whispered into my ear as the person wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. My body tensed in surprise automatically, but instantly relaxed when my brain registered the familiar voice and arms around me.

I turned around to face him in his arms and raised the towel in my hand to gently pat at his face, doing my best not to ruin his makeup. “Don’t be jealous - you know I only have eyes for you.” I playfully press a peck on his lips and pull back to see his eyes widened slightly in surprise. That look quickly turned back into an affectionate smile I both was intimate with and loved.

“I do. So, now that our show is done, would you like to go somewhere for whatever is left of Valentines day?”

My heart pounded and warmed. I loved that he was always trying to think of ways we could spend time together. Occasionally they were random, but mostly they were planned out and thoughtful. I was betting this was the former and wanted to say ‘yes’ because I always wanted to be with Qu, but resisted.

With a shake of my head, I placed both of my hands on his chest, feeling his body heat radiating through the red and brown cloth. “As much as I would like to, you still have a couple more hours of your shift left and I was planning something at your apartment and I wanted it to be a surprise. I just wanted to congratulate you on a successful performance before running to your apartment.”

Qu looked upset by that for a moment, but put on a smile. I knew he did it for me, but I hoped that it would be well worth the wait in the end.

#blst fanfic #bsts fanfic #blst Qu #bsts Qu #bsts qu #my work #my words #tbc?

[hermitgang-ao3]

🎉Sign ups for Hermitgang on Ao3 are NOW OPEN!🎉

Edit: Sign ups will close on 25 June Saturday 6pm BST!

Edit: closed now!

https://forms.gle/wzbvDKJuYiWfTf777

Every lyric is assigned a code which you’ll be able to put down in the sign up form

You’ll be putting down your preferred lyric(s), how many fics you’re willing to write, whether you’re willing to be allocated lyrics no one wants, etc.

Once the sign up form is closed, I’ll be allocating the lyrics.

If multiple people choose the same lyric, it’ll be randomised / given to an impartial observer to allocate.

Then, you’ll be able to see which lyric you’re allocated when it’s updated in the Google Sheet below.

The form will be open for around two weeks (depending on response)

Spreadsheet with the lyrics below ⬇️

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1z-skYozz2byFboqdQHxhfeexi1bKFVda4J65K-ce_iM/edit

Reblogs are appreciated! :)

Updates [1] [2]

More details under cut (copied from previous post):

Feel free to change capitalisation, punctuation and minor wording of your lyric, the one above is just a template so we know which lyric is claimed by who.

Once the lyrics are allocated, you can negotiate with other authors to swap lyrics / change lyric breakdowns.

Detailed rules are in the Google Sheets but here are the basic rules:

1. No NSFW

2. Shipping is allowed, but has to be tagged

3. Works that use the Archive Warning tags of: Underage, Rape/Non-con, Graphic Depictions of Violence are not allowed

4. Minimum 500 words, no maximum

5. This is a Hermitcraft fanfic collaboration. The fic must be posted on Archive Of Our Own. Crossovers are allowed, but the focus must be on the hermits. When writing about a hermit's dynamic with non-hermits, the fic must be hermit-centric. Writing hermits in non-Hermitcraft settings (eg. AUs, Third Life SMP, MCC) is allowed, but there must be explicit references to Hermitcraft. You do not necessarily have to include the hermit who sang the line in your fic.

#hermitcraft #hermitgang #hermitgang on ao3 #hermitblr #mcyt #docm77 #welsknight #falsesymmetry #impulsesv #xisumavoid #rendog #mumbo jumbo #mod ria

[multifandomdiscord]

Hello and welcome to the ✣★͙⊱•𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇•̩̩͙⊰•✽✣!!!

We are here to show you our shenanigans and our funny moments in our discord servers!

First, let us introduce the mods!!

Woah, A Wild Ossa!

Preferred Name: Ossa

Preferred Pronouns: Any Pronouns

Primary Timezone: Central Timezone

Availability: Monday-Thursday (After 4:00); Saturday/Sunday (All Day)

Hobbies and Interests: Writing, Reading, Singing, and Gaming

Favorites: Most every popular fantasy series - LotR, HP, PJO, etc. Lot of Stephen King. Undertale, FNAF, Game Theory stuff, Markiplier, and the Sun and Moon Show. I also really love purple coded characters. xD

Sillies: Woah, ADHD? Yeah, ADHD. And Disassociative Identity Disorder. And a few other things. Drowning in brain bugs, and I'm making it your problem by writing about the Daycare Attendants, Turtles, and etc.

***"Take that depression!!!" - Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel***

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Howdy everyone!

Name: Ghost

Nickname: spoop

Pronouns: she/her

Time zone: central timezone

Availability: varies a lot but almost any time ^^

Hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, and gaming

Favorites: strawberries, peaches, cute plushies, animals, anime, manga, and manwha’s

Fandoms: Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Lout of the Count’s Family, The Greatest Estate Developer, ROTTMNT, Lego Monkie kid, Pokémon, Blue exorcist, Seraph of the End

__Socials__

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Greetings!

Name: Chelle

Nickname: Chelle

Pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: Eastern Standard Time

Availability: varies, 8pm and past until 12am EST usually.

Hobbies: drawing, writing, reading, cooking, watching horror videos or movies.

Favorites: blue, blue themed characters, sushi, cats.

Fandoms: Rottmnt, Genshin, Trolls (main three)

**__Socials__**

Ao3: maybe later

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Well look who it is! That’s right! It’s me!

Name: Mej

Pronouns: she/they

Timezone: GMT or BST (during the summer)

Availability: Most days and most times that aren’t midnight until 9am. (I have to sleep sometime!) But my DMs are always open if you need anything

Hobbies: Reading, writing and a little bit of light gaming on the side (whether it’s online, board games or card games)

Fandoms: I’m a little all over the place, skipping through them all the time, but I’m a fan of: ROTTMNT, Transformers, Pokémon, Blue Exorcist, Demon Slayer and FNAF

SOCIALS

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ABOUT THE DISCORD:

The discord is about having someone to talk about your favorite fandoms on. Need it be TMNT, HAZBIN HOTEL, FNAF, OWL HOUSE, STEVEN UNIVERSE, etc. Heck, even YouTube channels that you all are into as well.

We are a server that allows you to be yourself!!

• Streaming and Gaming👾🎮🕹️

・ LGBTQ+ friendly ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

・A 17+ server

・Open to partnerships 🤝🏼

・Open to Creative Ideas 📝💡

・Fun community 🥳🎉

・Social Media 📱💻

・Movie Night 🍿🎥🎞️

Our Discord!! Come join!

#hazbin hotel #welcome home #artists on tumblr #archive of our own #own character #the owl house #fnaf #multifandom account #meet the mods #the discord