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of violent delights chap 10

bad news, good news and everything in between

6 february 1996

Euphemia’s POV

Screaming pulls me out of my sleep and before I’m fully awake, the door to my room opens and Harry runs in, panicking. “Mia!”

“Haz! What is it?”

“Sirius Black! He attacked Ron! He’s in the dorm!”

“What?” I yell, leaping up out of bed, grabbing my wand from my night stand and running out of my room. As I step into the common room I see Ron standing by the couches; students coming down both staircases to see what the ruckus is. “Ron! What happened?”

“Excellent, carrying on the party here then?” Fred asks, coming down the stairs, not seeming to mind the girls ogling him and George in just their sweatpants.

“Everyone back to bed!” Percy snaps, following Fred down and pinning his Head Boy badge to his nightshirt.

“Percy, Sirius Black! In our dorm! Came at me with a knife!” Ron cries breathlessly.

“Now really! I am very glad Gryffindor won the match but it is far too late for parties! Back to bed all of you!” McGonagall says, storming into the dorm as she ties her dressing robe around her waist. “Percy, Euphemia I expected better than this.”

“Professor, I certainly didn’t authorize this. I was just telling everyone to go back to bed, Ron just had a bad dream,” Percy says quite indignantly.

“It wasn’t a nightmare!! Sirius Black was standing over me and he was holding a knife!” Ron yells, gesturing wildly around.

“Oh please, how would he get through the portrait hole?” McGonagall asks.

“Ask him!” Ron screeches pointing at the entrance to the common room.

With a sigh, and looking still very suspicious, McGonagall moves out of the common room to speak to the portrait hole, the rest of us following to the very edge of the common room to listen. “Sir Cadogan, did you recently let a man through the common room?”

“Yes, of course, m’lady!” The painted knight answers, puffing up his chest. “He had the whole week's passwords. Read them off a piece of paper. I was impressed with his dedication to security!”

After a moment, McGonagall comes back very stern looking and white as a sheet. “Which one of you foolishly wrote down all of this week's passwords?” She asks, her voice shaking in a way I’ve never heard before. The rest of us silently look around at each other until, from the very back of the room ,Neville Longbottom raises his hand.

Hours later and not a single one of us is able to think about sleeping: nearly every Gryffindor student is in the common room huddled into small groups murmuring between themselves. We all know the castle is being searched again, desperately hoping that this time they catch him.

Harry and I sit in front of the dying fire, surrounded by our friends trying to be reassuring. Harry’s head is on my shoulder, exhaustion from a long day fighting to overcome the fear we both feel.

As the sun starts streaming through the Tower’s windows, McGonagall returns, her face grave and pale. Sirius Black escaped again and Harry and I are no safer than we were before.

23 february 1997

I exit the greenhouse, wrapping my cloak tighter around me as the cold winter wind hits my skin, causing my hair to fly in front of my face. Angelina, Alicia and I walk quickly back to the warmth of the castle, sighing as we step over the threshold, warmth enveloping us again. “Godric, I can’t wait for spring. I’m so tired of the cold,” Angelina sighs, shivering slightly as we continue through the halls again.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve warmed up since practice the other night,” Alicia shivers. Wood had us practicing constantly still, gearing up for our match against Slytherin that is still nearly two months away. The other night’s practice was so windy, we all sat huddled in front of the fire once we were back in the common room. As we walk further into the castle, our conversation is cut short by distant yells and geers.

We turn the corner, a large crowd blocking the halls. Grunts, gasps and shouts echo off the stone walls. Students of all houses are shouting at someone in the middle. I sigh, knowing as a prefect I can’t leave without dealing with whatever this is. “I’ll see you guys back in the tower,” I say to Angelina and Alicia. I drop my bag by the wall and push my way through the crowd to see two students locked in a fist fight at the center of the circle. The boys separate for a moment, I recognize Mattheo and a 6th year Ravenclaw whose name I can’t remember, before Mattheo takes another swing, connecting his already bloody fist with the Ravenclaw’s face.

“Mattheo!” I yell, trying to get his attention but he either can’t hear me over the other students or is ignoring me. The boys continue grappling until the Ravenclaw boy manages to push Mattheo off him, causing Mattheo to stumble back into the crowd of students. I take this as my opening and jump in front of Mattheo before he can go after the Ravenclaw again. “Mattheo! Hey, cut it out!”

“Get out of my way, Potter,” Mattheo grumbles trying to shove past me but I plant my hands on his shoulders to try and keep him from lunging again.

“Stop! You’re going to get-” I’m cut off when Mattheo manages to push past me, causing me to stumble slightly. Mattheo takes a punch to his face before he can land one of his own, but he recovers quickly, managing to get the Ravenclaw boy to the ground. Mattheo keeps punching, seemingly with no intention to stop, but soon Theodore Nott jumps into the ring, wrapping his arms around Mattheo from behind and dragging him back as Professor McGonagall’s voice rings out and students begin to scatter. I turn to see McGonagall and Snape rushing towards us, Mattheo pushing himself out of Nott’s grasp.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” McGonagall exclaims, looking between Nott, Mattheo, the Ravenclaw and me. None of the boys speak up, Mattheo and the Ravenclaw boy still glaring at each other.

“Mr. Riddle? Mr. Nott?” Snape asks, turning his cold eyes to the two Slytherin boys. Still silent.

“Mr. Davies? Miss Potter?” McGonagall asks, turning to me.

“I just got here, Professor. I’m not sure what happened,” I respond, shrugging my shoulders.

“Well! If no one will supply any information. 15 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin and detention for the both of you! I will not have this muggle brawling in the halls, do you understand?” The boys nod slightly, Mattheo wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I expect better of you, particularly from a prefect!” McGonagall scolds, her piercing gaze directed at Mattheo. “Miss Potter, please escort the boys to the hospital wing and that will be the end of this,” McGonagall adds and I nod in acknowledgement before she continues on her way. Snape eyes us coldly for a moment before following after her.

No one moves until the professors have turned the corner. Davies glares at the Slytherins boys, spitting a bloody loogie at their feet. “Fuckin’ monster, just like your father,” the boy growls to Mattheo. Mattheo tries to lunge for the boy again but Nott holds him back.

“That’s enough!” I snap, a sense of protectiveness taking over my actions, surprising the boys and myself.

“Little Euphemia Potter, defending You-Know-Who’s son? Pathetic,” Davies coos, his eyes scanning my form. I stare him down as he takes a step towards me, threateningly.

“Get the fuck away from me before I throw your ass in even more detentions,” I say lowly, my eyes daring this boy to push me. I hold his gaze as he weighs his options, eventually shaking his head and brushing past me and the Slytherin boys. “Mattheo, are you okay?” I ask softly.

“Fine,” he grumbles, pulling out of Nott’s grip and walking past us, not sparing me another look.

“We don’t need your help, Potter,” Nott says sharply, pulling my attention away from Mattheo’s retreating figure.

“A simple thank you would suffice,” I snap moving to grab my bag where I had left it, turning to leave the scene but a hand wraps around my arm, preventing me from leaving.

“He doesn’t need you fucking with his head so whatever you’re doing-”

“Hey! I didn’t ask for this anymore than he did,” I rip my arm from his grip and cut him off, not of the mind to be lectured by someone who has never sent a kind word my way. “And for the record, I’m not doing anything. Despite what you and your friends seem to think, I don’t have it out to get anyone. I’m just trying to get through the year, so excuse me if I don’t subject myself to your baseless insults,” I snap, turning on my heel and continuing down the hall.

“He’s not as hard as he pretends to be,” Nott calls after me, stopping me in my tracks. I turn slowly, halfway down the hall from Nott now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nott watches me, his eyes seeming to search my face for a moment.

“Just… try not to hurt him,” he says finally, his eyes suddenly soft, before turning and walking down the hall, leaving me to contemplate what the hell he means by that.

Nott’s voice rings in my head as I make my way up to Gryffindor Tower and I think back to my birthday. Mattheo may not have known it, but he helped me a lot that day just by distracting me, by being there. I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through my bedside drawer, finding a pack of cigarettes and turning back to leave the common room. The trolls hired to guard the Fat Lady's portrait, a condition of her return to duty after Sir Cadogan’s catastrophic failure, eye me suspiciously as I exit the common room minutes after I entered but I pay them no mind.

Soon, I reach the top of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and, as expected, Mattheo is sitting against one of the stone pillars, his face turned to look out over the grounds, his hands playing with a black zippo mindlessly. “Go away, Nott,” Mattheo grumbles without looking over.

“Wow, do I look that bad?” I ask sarcastically, staying over by the stairs. His head turns to me, blood dried onto his skin, his brown eyes distant and sadder than I think I’ve ever seen them. His bottom lip is bloody and there’s a cut across the bridge of his nose, blood drying under his nose and his knuckles.

“Go away, Potter,” he says, turning his head away from me. I walk towards him slowly, not listening to his instruction. “Seriously, fuck off. I’m not in the mood for a lecture,” he insists, his fists clenching. I stop next to him, holding the cigarette down to him.

“No lecture. I just owe you a cigarette,” I say simply, causing him to look up at me and then my hand. After watching me for a moment, he reaches up with bloody fingers and takes the cigarette from me. I sit down by the next stone pillar, putting my legs under the metal railing so they dangle over the edge of the tower and I light up my own cigarette, leaning on the railing as I look over the school grounds.

“I don’t want to be my father,” Mattheo says eventually, his voice cracking slightly. I turn my head to look at him sitting to my left, his gaze still fixed on the horizon, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I don’t think you are,” I respond honestly, turning back to look out over the grounds. After a moment, I hear Mattheo light the cigarette I gave him and take a long inhale, and we sit in comfortable silence watching as the late afternoon sun sinks slowly into the horizon’s embrace.

✦

I return back to my room well after sunset, cold from sitting in the winter air for longer than I expected. Mattheo had barely spoken in the few hours we sat together in the Astronomy Tower but I didn’t leave until he did. “Thank you,” he’d said as we walked down the last stairs of the tower together, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. Our eyes had met and the rest of the world had disappeared for a moment as Mattheo and I looked at each other, an understanding passing silently between us, leaving me with a twist in my stomach that has only grown as I made my way back to my dorm.

I sigh, looking at my bag on my bed, my untouched schoolwork calling to me. I pull out my books, flop onto the love seat in front of the fire but before I can even crack the spine, there’s a tapping on my window. I look up to see my owl, Pax, resting on the windowsill outside, an envelope in his beak.

“Hi buddy,” I whisper softly as I open the window, the brown and white bird flying into the room to rest on the mantle. I take the letter from him, petting him as I turn over the envelope to see the Ministry of Magic seal on the back.

I rip open the envelope, my hands shaking. As soon as I turned 18 a little under a month ago, I sent in a petition for custody of Harry to be taken from the Dursley’s and granted to me. I’ve been anxiously awaiting the verdict and have not been patient about it either.

Dear Miss Euphemia Potter,

We are writing to inform you of a custody change of your brother. Due to no objection from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and your passionate testimony of your plans and proof of ability, you are hereby granted full custody of Harry J. Potter, your request accepted. Please see below stipulations and expectations of guardians and sign the attached agreement of custody by 31st of March 1997 to confirm this change.

Hoping you are well,

Ethel Woodwark

Junior Minister of Magical Minors

I laugh as I finish the letter, joy and relief overflowing from my body. Tears threaten to spill over onto my cheeks as I read the words again and agin, confirming that I understand them and the best is true. The realization sets in and I burst from my room, searching the common room for Harry. When I don’t see him, I look at my watch and realize he must still be in his anti-dementor lesson with Lupin. I leave the Common Room again, nearly sprinting through the halls to find my brother.

“Harry!” I yell, bursting through the classroom door, startling Harry and Lupin who are standing in the center of the room.

“Mia! What’s wrong?” Harry asks, searching my face for signs of fear or anger.

“Nothing! For once, everything is happening exactly as we want it to,” I laugh, holding out the letter for him to read. He takes the parchment from me, his green eyes scanning the words quickly and a smile growing on his face.

“Is this real?” Harry asks, looking back to me.

“We never have to go back there again. They can’t hurt us anymore,” I affirm, nodding as the tears return to my eyes. Harry’s face lights up and he slams into me, hugging me tightly.

“You did it, we’re free,” he says laughing in joy as the force of his hug causes me to stumble back slightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders, relief crashing down over us like a tidal wave at the thought of never having to live in fear of our aunt and uncle again. “Thank you,” Harry whispers to me.

“Anything for you, Haz,” I respond, pulling back to cup my brother’s head in my hand and meet his eyes. “I mean that.”

“Congratulations,” Lupin says with a sad smile from behind us. Lupin and I have barely spoken in the last month other than about classwork; my eyes meet his and I nod with a small smile.

“Thank you,” I respond quietly, releasing Harry from my grip. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lesson, but I figured-”

“It's quite alright,” Lupin says, holding up a hand, “Good news should never wait.” I smile appreciatively at the man and turn back to Harry to see joy in his eyes I have not seen in far too long, a lightness in my chest I’ve not felt in a long time.

a/n; fuck the dursleys they’re outta here. anyyyway hope you guys enjoyed this please feel free to comment thoughts i love hearing it and thank u for reading!!

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ghnosis · 2 years ago

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ghestie interview update aug 28 2023

I formally decided to add interviews to my research, so now I have to do the ethics process again.

I should get a confirmation that my questions are okay and that I'm doing everything in my power to keep y'all's info safe around early October

I plan to start doing interviews in the new year (jan 2024)

I just sent the first version of my documents (an info sheet, a consent form, and the first draft of questions) to my advisors and asked a couple questions of the Ethics Lady at my school

please keep letting me know if you'd like to do an interview! I'm keeping track of who's expressed interest by tumblr username in a password-protected Excel sheet on my uni's OneDrive

this process is gonna take some months and I thank y'all for y'all's patience

#getting a phd in ghost #dissrelated

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themcomicsofficial · 8 days ago

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Transformers: BotBots Season 2

S2 EP 17 "Battle Stations"

DISMANTLED MALL BALCONY--NIGHT

Laserbeak, Rumble and Frenzy, and Ravage stare down the ruins of the mall with their determined, serious looks as the commander of the Micro-Master, Dominirule walks to the assistants with his tablet.

"Laserbeak…"

"Report…"

"I estimated the perimeter of the mall and by my calculations we've taken 75% of this human mall and the by the looks of things, it seems we're near completion of the owning this mall as our own…"

"Excellent, what about those scraplets that keep butting in our way?"

"The burger robot's friends are no where to be found and what I've checked (presses buttons on his tablet) not a single sighting of those small human based robots are surrounded…now, I understand you're upset that the burger robot escaped from you and went to find this partners and subordinates--"

"I am aware of that…I don't need to hear a second time…"

"I understand, Laserbeak I understand you get very angry when something doesn't go your way…"

"And I want to be it that way! Besides, we did not come hear just to allow some puny robots rise against us! Especially, what happened to Slam Down and Lobe-Off! It's unbearable how these walking low-life tinker toys MANAGED to one up us! I just want to know what secret are they hiding from us!"

"That'll soon be resolved, Laserbeak you don't have to be morally angry over one single moment of defeat, once I'll find that burger robot who escaped me I'll gouge out every OUNCE of this motor supply and wear as it as metal sheet!"

"Speaking of which, Laserbeak it's about Mercenary…"

"(groans) What does HE want?"

"Lazy, as usual his analysis is lower than ever, I caught him watching a human TV show mucking about…"

"Did you knock some sense into him?"

"Yes, I brought in some 'tough love'"

"As you should, NOW it's the time for us to takeover what's left of this human infected mall into a land that belongs to the DECEPTICONS, glory for Cybertron! HEIL MEGATRON!"

Laserbeak rockets to the air and zooms away, Rumble and Frenzy, Ravage leap off the balcony and land as they run around the mall, Dominirule back away quietly and turns on his tablet to the MICRO-MASTER RANKINGS on his screen and taps a code on it as a black screen with a red hidden security symbol appears as he types his password as it shows a pixelated Megatron on the screen.

"How is Laserbeak doing on the mission, Dominirule?"

"He is following what you told him…"

"Excellent, my commander! I knew Laserbeak needed you after Soundwave discovered a signal on his screen."

"As it should, lord Megatron, as it should…"

"Make sure he never FAILS this mission I don't want to have to deal with another disappointment in our ranks…"

"I'll be sure Laserbeak doesn't fail you, my lord…I'll make sure this will be easier as you would see it…without with some interruptions…"

Dominirule turns his head back from his master, leaving a grimaced look.

BOTBOT SHELTER

Lolly Licks is talking to the other BotBots what Lady Macaron did to protect her friends from Lobe-Off.

"Then like! Out of the blue! L.M. conjured this wicked cool hammer and then--like, BAM! She totally crushed that pig-head monster guy!"

"Where did that hammer even come from?"

"Well, Knotzel--I--I don't know…it just appeared out of nowhere! I mean like, I don't know either! It just poof! And then--"

Lady Macaron clutches her hands on the back of the conversation as she clutches her hands trying to summon the hammer did killed Lobe-Off.

"C'mon, just appear! (grunts as she clutches her hand to make the hammer pop out) c'mon stupide!"

"--Like she'll be (notices Lady Macaron struggling) um…Lady Macaron? like, you okay?"

"Do I look okay? I'm trying to make this dumb hammer appear! (clutches her hand and strains herself) AS. I. HAVE TO. TRY TO GET IT. OUT HERE!"

Lady Macaron clutches harder as other BotBots look at her to see if the hammer appears as she grunts harder and stops as she sweats and breathes heavily leaving the BotBots not impressed.

"Okay, Lolly Licks' story is nothing but a fairy tales, c'mon guys we got other times to waste…"

The BotBots leave where Lady Macaron and Lolly Licks are.

"What was that? Like, what happened to that awesome hammer you had?!"

"Look, as I said before! I TRIED to bring it up! But it won't appear!"

"Then it make it appear!"

"I-I don't know how to--"

"Like, that's like, I totally new low for you, L.M. like, what will happen if those creepy, gross dudes appear! We're gonna be like, sitting ducks!"

"Look, Lolly Licks I understand your scared, I'm scared as well--"

"SCARED? Oh no! I'm more than just "scared", I am like, TERRIFIED! Ugh! I mean I don't want my beautiful stripes to get no where near those robot freaks! UGH! That pig robot man! Was freaky!"

"I get where you're coming from, we can't just handle these bots on our own! I mean look around here! (Lady Macaron showcases the depressing the view of the misplaced BotBots, sad and miserable) we're outcasted from our homes, too frightened to stand up! They'll easily outnumber us in a minute!"

"So, that's it then? You're like, giving up?"

"NO! Nobody's giving up!"

"You sound like you are!"

"CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LISTEN! No one is telling anybody how to give up! We're all dealing with this! Yes, we're dealing with killer robots! Yes, they are not like us! YES, our homes were taken away from us! But we can not allow them to destroy everything we hold dear! Sitting here complaining about nothing to do ISN'T gonna get us anywhere!"

"Okay…what do you think we're supposed to do?"

Lady Macaron gets a determined look to Lolly Licks

"I know what we're going to do…they may have destroyed everything we've loved, they may have taken every our homes, and they may have some what attractive bots…especially the females of course…BUT still we are not going to take it! No more, of being afraid! No more, being and NO MORE RUNNING AROUND LIKE COWARDS!--

The BotBots crowd around Lady Macaron's inspiring speech.

BECAUSE WE ARE THE ONES OWN THE MALL! WE'RE GOING TO SHOW THEM. WHO'S THE BETTER BOT! WE ARE BOTBOTS! WE ARE THE ONES HAVE THE RIGHT ON WHERE WE BELONG! VIVA LA MALL!!"

The BotBots cheer from her inspiring speech.

"So, if these bad evil bots are in this mall, what should we do first?"

Lady Macaron gives a grin to Fomo

"I know what we'll do first…"

SECTOR 7 BASE

Dave is in another bomb-dismantling test, holding scissors as he sweats anxiously as he looks at the red and blue wire.

"Now, Dave at a time of dismantling a bomb, WHICH wire do you need to cut? Red or Blue?"

Dave looks at the red and blue wires.

"Um…uh…

The bomb ticks down to one second.

"Blue..?"

Dave cuts the blue wire again as the bomb explodes, covering Dave in soot

"(coughs) did I do good?"

Lieutenant Cullen sighs in annoyance and pinches his nose

"Out of all people, why did Wagner had to pick HIM?"

"Lieutenant Cullen?"

"Ah! Agent Wagner!"

"How's the process with Dave?"

"If I were to tell you, would you believe me..?"

"I believe so, Cullen…"

"First, he failed the criminal interrogation test…"

CRIMINAL INTERROGATION TEST--CUTAWAY GAG

"So, you're not talking, huh? WELL MAYBE THIS WILL JOG YOUR MIND! (Dave brings out a rubber duck and makes it squeak)

"Then he failed the toxic radiation test…"

TOXIC RADIATION ROOM--CUTAWAY GAG

Dave and other agents are wearing hazmat suits while carrying a toxic barrel.

"Uh…how long we're gonna keep doing this?"

"KEEP IT STILL, KEEP IT STILL!

Dave accidentally drops the barrel.

NO, DON'T DROP IT!"

The toxic waste lands on the other agent as he begins to mutate, body and mass expands and mutates him as Dave screams in terror and runs away.

"Yeah…we're still trying to get Tim off the ceilings and walls…"

Tim slithers on the ceiling outside of the room

"Okay, so--let's put that aside. I think we just found something…"

"What exactly did you find?"

"Our client, Dave has been bragging on and on how he spotted some little robots in a mall where he works on his night shift--yet, he never told us in full detail about WHO and WHAT they are; which totally bothered us for the past weeks. But, we think we've found some evidence on these little robots Dave have been speaking to us…"

"What do you mean?"

"Me and Lu Li, have been discovering some evidence…Cullen, do you remember the "Purple Storm?"

""Purple Storm?"" I thought was a failure a year ago…"

"Ah! That is where you are wrong! I think we have found what was Dave talking about…"

SECTOR 7 HALLWAY

"Wagner, you cannot possibly tell me with a straight face that storm created these little robots! We don't know anything about what could've made these little robots!"

"That is why we're trying to look for more evidence on what created these things!"

"How? The Purple Storm is old news! The evidence we only found is footage of a purple storm and giant lightning strike--"

"There! Stop there! That's we've been discovering!"

"A lightning strike?"

"That's what Lu-Li and I have been looking for!"

"Wagner, why are you acting like Dave right now?"

"Oh, please, the only thing Dave can think of is our meatloaf being alive…"

"(offscreen) I told you, IT BLINKED AT ME!"

"STAY OUT OF THIS!"

"Anyway, Miss Wagner there's is no POSSIBLE way that something a year old can make something like this!"

"Maybe, maybe not--but will you believe if we show you?"

Lieutenant Cullen breathes in and out

"Okay, show me…"

"Right this way…"

As Wagner and Cullen leave, the mutated Tim attacks a Sector 7 employee

"GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF ME!"

Dave arrives with a broom

"HOLD STILL, HOLD STILL!"

The mutated Tim bounces off the employee as Dave hits him in the head and the broom hits Dave's head.

"(drowsy) Look, mom the birds are flying…"

Dave falls unconscious.

BRENT'S HOUSE--NIGHT

Brent is having his thirteenth birthday where his mother, Sarah lights a candle on his chocolate cake with a lighter.

"Here ya go, sweetie now think of a wish, my big man!"

Brent is about to blow out his candle. The front door opens up and slams closed as his father, Cain arrives with a stern look.

"Cain, where have you been? Your son just turned thirteen!"

"Sorry, work got caught up with me, had to sort out stupid paperwork over five hours!"

"Well, you should at least say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY?""

"Like heck, he can celebrate my birthday…"

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean…"

"Listen here, kid. I don't care if it's your birthday and how important your life makes it to be! You do not use that attitude toward me!"

"Oh! Is this the part where you shout at the top of your lungs at me?"

"DON'T. YOU. DARE TRY TO PUSH MY LIMITS!"

"Cain!"

"Sarah, just let me try to give him a taste of my mind! He is still acting like a jackass even on his birthday! And you want me to say happy birthday to him? Give me a break!"

"What like you had a birthday in your life…"

Cain slams his fist in anger on the table.

"THAT'S IT! IF YOU WANT A HAPPY BIRTHDAY?? FINE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON! CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING A JERK FOR THIRTEEN YEARS! (to Sarah) There, I said it, I'll be in our room I wasted my time dealing with his no-good attitude…"

"Don't take that seriously, sweetie…"

"No, I get it you two don't even want me…I'll be in my room…"

BRENT'S ROOM

Brent sits down on his bed, distraught over his father's attitude and how he disciplines him as he watches an Australian kids show.

"(On TV) C'mon now, son it's okay to make mistakes, once you get it you'll understand…"

"But what if it goes bad?"

"It will never go bad, believe me son…no matter what I will always love you…"

Brent slumps down as the fictional dog characters respect and care for one and other unlike him with his parents. Brent rolls his eyes and turns off the TV, his room stays dark and Brent gets an idea as he turns to his phone.

KIKI'S ROOM

Kiki is doing an assignment on her desktop with the lamp on then her phone rings with Brent's name.

(groans) Great…(presses the answer button) What do you want, Brent?

"(voiceover) KIKI! My best friend in the entire world!"

"Don't call me that…"

"(voiceover) ANYWAY! How are you doing? Any plans for today?"

"Keeping track at school…What are you doing?"

"Just turned thirteen! being cool as always!!"

Kiki rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Just what do you want now?"

"(voiceover) Just simple, my old friend! Like hanging out like all friends do!"

"Me? Hang out with you? Do you remember two days ago?!"

"You're still on that?"

"Well, YOU'RE the one who found "shiny glowing rocks" in a junkyard where it lead to a gigantic robot death battle which almost got us killed? Remember that? You should!"

"C'mon that's all in the past!"

"YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN ME IN TROUBLE!"

Brent stood silent after Kiki's outburst

"Look, the next time if you want to cause trouble. Do it yourself! My parents don't want me evolved in these situations! if you actually cared about having friends you should've had that first instead of being a jerk to everyone! You need to learn how just give a crud! I doubt you do it to your parents, let's see how they get annoyed from your antics--

Brent is speechless on the phone

"Now, I gotta get back on my homework I have to get my grades up if I want to be on the soccer team! (hangs up and puts down the phone)"

Kiki places her hand on her forehead and groans in annoyance.

"What a week this was…killer robots, a cool jet lady, it's not more of weird stuff is happening outside of where I am, (scoffs) like that would ever happen…"

WE CUT TO

MALL BASEMENT

Sonar, the female Micro-Master is slashing with her dagger trying to take a swipe at Kikmee, the ex-Lost Bots member as uses leg based moves against the Micro-Master as she blocks punches and swipes from Sonar, as she uses most of her legs to fight off Sonar and uses leg based moves against her as Sonar uses offense to combat back at Kikmee. As the two clash with arms together.

"You have some skills, girl…where are your friends?"

"I don't need any…I can do this by myself…"

The two separate themselves as the two robot girls continue their fight as Kikmee tries to avoid the dagger on Sonar's hand, as she swipes the swipes the sharp object at her at intense speed but Kikmee tries to dodge the blade, Sonar swipes the blade again, Kikmee quickly dodges at the right time as the dagger swipes at empty air. Sonar jumps and kicks her on the stomach as flies to a wall and crashes on it, creating a crater.

"(Sonar laughs) It's quite surprising you're a young girl with a interesting fighting stance…too bad doesn't match up what I bring in the table…"

Behind the battle Llandra is picking at her bracelet lock and does the same thing to Star Strike's.

"No matter, taking you offline with the sign of mercy--(lasers pelt her and grunts) WHO DID THAT??"

Sonar sees Llandra with her guns and Star Strike with his two blades.

"What? How did--(groans in anger) ENOUGH! If you three want to do this the hard way. LET'S DO IT THE HARD WAY!

Sonar unleashes her second dagger and twirls the two daggers as they glow a blood red colors as places her arms down as the dagger's light extend from the tip and bottom form what looks like two blades as Sonar poses down like she's ready to charge.

"I'm going to finish this off, quick."

Sonar lounges toward Llandra.

WE CUT TO

BOTBOT SHELTER

BotBots are prepping themselves up for the big revolution as they make weapons out whatever they can find in their shelter.

"BotBots"

"Oh, c'mon Sprinkleberry holding a plastic red cup can't protect you from evil!"

"BotBots"

"Oh, that is true--it is good for sleeping in."

"Fomo, Sprinkleberry are the defenses set?"

Sprinkleberry D'uhnut goes inside of the plastic cup like cat going inside of a box.

"Yeah, we's totes are like so ready!"

"Excellent! We just need enough defense and offense we need to face off these bad news bots! We only have enough firepower to fight these monsters! We cannot let them to steal our homes from us! We need to have more power then them! This is not just a huge battle for us but for the mall itself! We are not allowing on any evil robot to lay another finger on our sacred ground! This is our home, this is our land! AND THEY NOT GOING TO LET THEM TAKE IT AWAY FROM US!"

"VIVA LA MALL!"

"Now, we lead…"

Lady Macaron leads the way along with the battle ready BotBots as they leave their shelter on to the decimated mall as they are ready to fight the Micro-Masters as they walk through the debris, and destroyed stores as the march continues a spy robot sees the moments as it flies away.

DECIMATED BALCONY

The spy robot lands on Dominirule's finger and squeaks to him but the uprising from the BotBots.

"Is that so--really?--they are standing up?--that's not like them at all--why, thank you for sharing the news, little one! (crushes it as green goo leaks from his hand)"

"What was it?"

"It seems there is an uprising, Night Thrash…"

"An uprising..?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Oh man, just at the right time to have fun around here…they have to come in and ruin everything…"

"Patience, Tomentor we'll see in the final coming days…"

"Besides, how long until take over this forsaken mall…I went to get hacking and thrashing already…"

"We're still at 75% of taking it, my friend."

"Well, I want it to be faster! I want these metallic rodents to be stepped on and exterminated like bugs!"

"And you will! Once we eliminate them all, you'll have the time you get to rightfully claim a place as you own…"

(Mercenary scoffs)

"You got a problem, Mercenary..?"

"Oh, please you guys often talk of death, destruction, and chaos! Doesn't it get pretty boring for the rest of the while?"

"Why you have to be so ridiculous?"

"WHY you need to be to uptight?"

"Don't you remember WE'RE Decepticons…aggression is the way of who we are…"

"Give me a break, Tormentor! The only reason you act all high and mighty is the reason--"

Tormentor grabs Mercenary by the neck and slams him to the ground, leaving a crater on the ground with his arm slowly pushing him down the ground, increasing the cracks on the ground bigger.

"Let me tell something about loyalty, Mercenary--loyalty, shows your pride, loyalty, shows justice, LOYALTY--SHOWS HOW MUCH YOU NEED TO SQUASH YOUR ENEMIES. You show NOTHING OF IT. You know why? You know why the other Micro-Masters see you as a fool in your squadron (gets closer to his ear) because Megatron doesn't like how you make a fool of our empire. This is why we're scared of him. We're all afraid of him…do you know how bad failure is, no matter how bad it can be, it's painful isn't it? Truly sad--that's what makes us strong…So, we're giving you ONE LAST CHANCE. Shut your mouth, or let Megatron kill all of us…YOUR CHOICE…

Tormentor let's go of Mercenary's head as Mercenary stands up and inhales air and exhales air.

"Fine…"

"That's what I thought…"

Tormentor goes in front of Night Thrash, Mercenary, and Dominirule

"Micro-Masters, transform…and rise up!"

Night Thrash turns into his muscle car form, Dominirule into his buggy form as they drive off away as Mercenary has his arms folded with an angered look as he walks back and transforms to his jet form and flies away from them to one of the destroyed window to the see the full moon just to keep his mind off on what happened.

FADE IN

BRENT'S PARENTS BEDROOM

Cain, wearing a wife beater and a heart patterned underwear is watching a "Seinfeld" esc sitcom while his wife goes in front of the screen.

"Uh, can I help you?"

"Cain, we need to have a talk about how to discipline our son…"

"I say I'm doing a good job…"

"I don't think you're doing it right…"

"Oh, Sarah! All that kid does is sass us around! He's a no good troublemaker! He acts like he owns the universe!"

"At least I'm not treating him like an animal!"

"WHAT DOES THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"All I'm saying is you cannot be so harsh on him! He's going to continue this because you don't tell any good lessons to him!"

"He learns what I tell him!"

"Like what? refer to him as "punk, a troublemaker, a brat?" Yeah, that'll get his attention!"

"It's called TOUGH LOVE, SARAH. All people do that to their own kids! You what you remind me of? You remind of those hippies MY DAD told me when I was his kid on how over sensitive and overemotional and 'playing it cool' with their own kids, life is not a Australian kids show, Sarah! not everything is about sunshine and rainbows!--"

Brent eyes the verbal fight from the door and leaves the room and goes outside and puts his hoodie up.

"Look, all I'm saying, Sarah is that you cuddle him WAY too much! He needs to develop into his manhood! Yet, he can't! For pete's sake! He's just turned thirteen and DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO RIDE A BIKE! And who's fault is that?"

"Oh, wait! It's my fault I give him care and respect?"

"Like he knows about respect until he earns it!"

The shouting grows louder from inside the house as Brent lives his home as he gets on his skateboard and skates away as the full moon unanimous glows a shooting star appears. The Decepticon symbol appears clearly

FADE TO BLACK

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Excel to PDF: Simplify Data Sharing and Reporting

Converting Excel to PDF is one of the most practical ways to present and share spreadsheet data. Whether you’re creating financial reports, invoices, or charts, the PDF format ensures your content remains consistent and secure when viewed on any device.

Why Convert Excel to PDF?

Excel files are great for editing and analyzing data, but they aren’t always ideal for sharing. Here’s why converting Excel to PDF is often the better choice:

Uniform Viewing: PDFs display the same on all screens, regardless of software or device.

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How to Convert Excel to PDF

There are several methods to convert your Excel files into PDFs, depending on the tools you prefer:

1. Use Excel's Built-In PDF Export Option

Microsoft Excel makes it easy:

Open your Excel file.

Go to File > Save As or Export.

Choose PDF from the file type dropdown.

Select what to publish: entire workbook, active sheet, or specific range.

Click Save.

This is the fastest way to convert Excel to PDF without leaving the app.

2. Online Excel to PDF Converters

If you don’t have Excel installed, try a free online tool:

Upload your Excel file to a site like Smallpdf, PDFCandy, or Adobe Acrobat Online.

Wait for the conversion to complete.

Download the resulting PDF.

These tools are great for quick, one-time conversions.

3. Convert Excel to PDF with Google Sheets

For Google Workspace users:

Upload the Excel file to Google Drive.

Open it in Google Sheets.

Click File > Download > PDF Document (.pdf).

It’s an easy way to work with Excel files in the cloud and convert them on the go.

Helpful Tips Before You Convert

To ensure your Excel to PDF conversion looks polished:

Set Print Area: Only convert the part of the sheet you want.

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You should consider converting Excel to PDF in these scenarios:

Sharing financial reports with clients

Submitting assignments or projects

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Learning how to convert Excel to PDF is a simple but powerful skill. It makes your spreadsheets easier to share, more secure, and more professional-looking. Whether you're working in Excel, Google Sheets, or using an online converter, you now have the tools to turn your data into clean, reliable PDFs anytime.

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Tax Software saved my life, to tell you the truth.

Look, friend, as soon as one hears the name of tax, one's mind goes haywire.

Be it own business or job, when it is time to pay tax at the end of the year, everyone is in the same state - confused, tensed, and a little frustrated too.

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5 Tech Skills College Students Must Have

Possession of strong technical skills by the student becomes indispensable in today's digital world to excel in academics, internships, and subsequent careers. Whether it's engineering, business, or arts, mastering these skills will set you apart in a competitive job market. At TCCI Computer Coaching Institute, we make sure you learn the latest in-demand skills. Here are the top five tech skills that every college student must know:

Office Tools proficiency in Microsoft Office or Google Workspace

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From organizing research to analyzing large datasets, data management skills are the need of the hour. Tools like SQL, Python for data science, and Google Sheets can make handling data seamless.

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The Winning Edge: Advanced Digital Proficiency Skills to Impress Employers Every Time

With job openings at a three-year low in April 2024 (per the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics), it's now harder to land a great job. This reality may seem even more daunting if you're on the job hunt. But there's no need to worry—we're here to help you stand out. Understand that most employers look for the right and helpful skills when hiring candidates. If you have those skills, you significantly increase the chances of getting hired. Digital Proficiency Skills to Impress Employers This article will explore some advanced but easy digital skills. Learning these skills can make you the top choice for employers. Let's begin! Mastering Google Suite and Office 365 To excel in today's workplaces, you need more than a basic knowledge of Google Suite and Office 365. You need to master them to set yourself up for success. Start with Google Sheets. Explore macro scripts to automate repetitive tasks. Or, use Microsoft Power Automate to link Office 365 apps for smoother workflows. Learn advanced data analysis tools in Excel, like PivotTables. Or, use real-time collaboration in Google Docs. Also, take specific online courses or webinars on advanced features, especially AI in Microsoft. Regular practice and exploring built-in help guides can also enhance your understanding. Demonstrating fluency in these tools shows potential employers that you are prepared to handle complex tasks and improve office efficiency. Learning All Mac Keyboard Shortcuts Most of us use keyboards daily. Yet, many are unaware of the full range of shortcuts that can dramatically boost productivity. Beyond the familiar Command+C (copy) and Command+V (paste), Mac has many shortcuts to speed up your work. For example, mastering the upside-down question mark on Mac (¿) is as simple as pressing Option+Shift+?. This trick is important if you work with a Spanish employer. It can boost your efficiency. To use Mac shortcuts, learn commands that manage apps. It's worth the time. Learning all these shortcuts will save you time and increase your speed. It also highlights your capability to handle digital tools adeptly—an attractive trait for potential employers. Leveraging Version Control Systems Version control systems are essential tools for making software, managing projects, and creating content. Systems like Git help teams track changes and collaborate. They show how a project has changed over time. These tools are vital for programmers and anyone on digital projects who needs regular updates. Imagine a team working on a website. With Git, different people can work on other parts of the site at the same time. It keeps a detailed history of every change. So anyone can easily see who made a specific change. If there's a mistake, it's easy to go back to an earlier version without messing up the rest of the work. You must learn four key skills to use Git. You need to save changes, create branches (separate versions), combine updates, and fix conflicts. To get started, look for online guides with step-by-step tutorials. Practicing with real projects, even personal ones, can really help you learn. Mastering version control will boost your productivity. It will also show employers you can handle complex projects. Utilizing Browser Extensions Knowing how to use browser extensions can make you stand out when looking for a job. These small programs improve the functionality of your web browser, helping you get things done faster and smarter. With the right extensions, you can organize your work. They can help you save time on boring tasks and manage a lot of information. These are all important for any job. This can be helpful for jobs that need good time management and organization. For example, a password manager can keep things safe and make logging in quicker. A research tool extension can speed up information collection and study. That's great for marketing and project management jobs. Also, using browser extensions shows you know how to use the latest technology. This is good to discuss in job interviews. It matches what companies want: use resources well and make work easier. Basic knowledge of AI and Machine Learning Artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning (ML) are rapidly changing industries. AI focuses on creating smart systems that learn and make decisions, while ML develops algorithms that improve with experience. These technologies are used in many ways. Examples include customer service chatbots and data analysis for targeted marketing. Learning the fundamentals of AI and ML opens doors to exciting career opportunities in this rapidly growing field. Employers want professionals skilled in these areas. So, it's a valuable addition to your skill set. To Sum It All Up As the job market gets more competitive, advanced digital skills can set you apart. Each skill boosts your productivity. It also shows you understand modern tech. This makes you a top candidate for any forward-thinking employer. Start honing these skills today, and watch how they open new doors in your career path! Read the full article

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Introduction to Computers: Everything You Need to Know

Introduction

Welcome to the world of computers! Whether you're a complete novice or someone looking to brush up on their digital skills, understanding the essential computing concepts and beginner computer skills is crucial in today's tech-driven society. In this blog, we'll take you on a journey through the basics of computing, covering everything you need to know to get started.

Essential Computing Concepts

Let's begin by demystifying some of the fundamental concepts of computing. At its core, a computer is a device that processes data according to instructions stored in its memory. These instructions are executed by the computer's central processing unit (CPU), which serves as the brain of the machine.

One of the most important concepts to grasp is the binary system, which forms the foundation of all digital computing. In simple terms, binary is a numerical system based on two digits: 0 and 1. These binary digits, or bits, are used to represent all data and instructions within a computer's memory.

Another essential concept is the operating system (OS), which serves as the interface between the user and the computer hardware. Popular operating systems include Microsoft Windows, macOS, and Linux, each with its own set of features and functionalities.

Understanding the basics of computer hardware is also crucial. This includes components such as the motherboard, CPU, memory (RAM), storage (hard drive or solid-state drive), and peripherals like keyboards, mice, and monitors. Familiarizing yourself with these components will help you better understand how computers function.

Beginner Computer Skills

Now that we've covered some essential computing concepts, let's delve into beginner computer skills that will empower you to navigate the digital world with confidence.

Basic Navigation: Familiarize yourself with the desktop environment of your operating system. Learn how to open and close applications, navigate menus, and manage files and folders.

Internet Basics: Explore the web browser installed on your computer and learn how to browse the internet safely and efficiently. Understand concepts such as URLs, hyperlinks, and search engines.

Email Communication: Set up an email account and learn how to compose, send, receive, and manage emails. Understand email etiquette and best practices for staying organized.

Word Processing: Familiarize yourself with word processing software such as Microsoft Word or Google Docs. Learn how to create, edit, format, and save documents.

Spreadsheets: Explore spreadsheet software such as Microsoft Excel or Google Sheets. Learn how to enter data, create formulas, and generate basic charts and graphs.

Basic Troubleshooting: Develop basic troubleshooting skills to address common computer issues such as frozen programs, internet connectivity problems, and software errors.

Security Awareness: Learn about basic cybersecurity practices such as creating strong passwords, avoiding phishing scams, and installing antivirus software to protect your computer from threats.

By mastering these beginner computer skills and understanding essential computing concepts, you'll be well-equipped to navigate the digital landscape with confidence and proficiency. Remember, practice makes perfect, so don't hesitate to experiment and explore new technologies as you continue your journey into the world of computers.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the world of computers offers endless possibilities for learning, creativity, and productivity. By gaining a solid understanding of essential computing concepts and honing your beginner computer skills, you'll be ready to harness the power of technology to achieve your goals and aspirations. So, dive in, explore, and embrace the exciting journey that lies ahead in the realm of computing!

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ChartBrew

BI tools are softwares that take huge amounts of data from all kinds of sources and process them to produce charts and graphs and other different types of visual media for easy understanding. There are many BI tools available on the market, both proprietary and open source, and one such tool is ChartBrew.

ChartBrew is an open source tool freely available to use. It’s licensed under MIT that means we can also modify it according to our needs. Chartbrew is a web based software, written in JavaScript. React is used to create the frontend and Node.Js framework for backend.

Features

Let’s talk about the features offered in this tool. ChartBrew supports various data sources including major databases like MongoDB, MySql, and analytics sources such as Google, Simple, Plausible. It also has support for REST API giving us the opportunity to create a custom data source if needed.

ChartBrew has a query editor to write queries to our data sources giving us more freedom in fetching data in the shape of our need. Now with the data we can create different kinds of charts and graphs and also KPIs. These charts can be set to auto update themselves, meaning they will keep fetching data from source at regular intervals and present updated information.

Next ChartBrew provides the means to embed these charts as iframes wherever needed. If we don’t want to embed charts but just want to view them, we can create a public dashboard in it, which gives us a public facing URL, accessible from anywhere.

Installation

Now let’s install it and check it out. First clone the repo:

git clone [email protected]:chartbrew/chartbrew.git

Next go to the chartbrew directory and run:

npm run setup

ChartBrew also requires mysql. So install that if you don’t already have it. Create a ‘chartbrewdev’ name database and then add the db username and password to the .env file, namely CB_DB_USERNAME_DEV and CB_DB_PASSWORD_DEV variables.

And finally start it by running:

npm run client

for frontend, and for backend,

npm run server

Creating a Project

Let’s give it the name ‘BI Tools’.

Now we create a connection i.e., we choose our data source. I’m choosing MongoDB.

Fill in the usual db details for creating a db connection, test it and then save it.

Creating a Chart

Now we create a chart, first choose the chart name and click ‘Start Editing’. You can then follow the small walkthrough explaining what is what.

Now we are at the chart builder page. For our chart we need to create a dataset, so click on ‘Add the first dataset’ button choose the dataset name, save it and then select the datasource. I chose MongoDB before and saved the connections by ‘mongo-source’ name so I can see that in the list and I select it.

Now click on the ‘Make Request’ button, this will open the query editor and again a little walkthrough. In my database there is a collection ‘blogs’ which store details regarding a blog such as ‘title’, ‘author’, ‘likes’, and ‘comments’. So my query is:

connection.collection(‘blogs’).find()

On clicking ‘Test the query’, query’s response is displayed on the right side:

Next I save the query for future usage and click on the ‘Build the chart’ button. Then the chart builder page will open again, and now we choose what data should appear on the chart’s X and Y axis. I want to know t he number of likes on each blog so I choose ‘title’ for X-axis and ‘likes’ for Y-axis. And voila, our chart is ready!

As we can see there are other chart options we can choose from such as bar chart, pie chart, polar chart etc. There are some other features available here too like adding filters, modifying axis data, changing colors used on charts, exporting data to excel sheets.

Embedding Charts

Now we want to embed our chart somewhere else, so first we remove it from draft mode by toggling ‘Draft’ mode at the top of the chart. Next go to ‘Dashboard’ from the left side nav.

Public Dashboard

Toggle ‘Make Public’ and it’s done. As you can see we can also modify the URL to whatever we want.

Finally our BI tool is ready!

Final thoughts

ChartBrew also has options to manage teams and a granular permission system for creating and modifying charts among other things.

This was a small tutorial on how to use ChartBrew. There are a lot of tools out there but I personally like ChartBrew because of its simplicity to use, its MIT licensing and that it’s coded in React and NodeJs. Your mileage may vary. Cheers!

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crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast.

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office.

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5.

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses.

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful.

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.”

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.”

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.”

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking.

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever.

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours.

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together.

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.)

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be.

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you.

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber.

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend.

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary.

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days.

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.)

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like.

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites.

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?”

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.”

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind.

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into.

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway.

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin.

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear.

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass.

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you.

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak.

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead.

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat.

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts.

They go like this:

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really.

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively.

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once.

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you.

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome.

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek.

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts.

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.”

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles.

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild.

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums.

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again.

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning.

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.”

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment.

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him.

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned.

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.”

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.”

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.”

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.”

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“—

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear.

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer.

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole.

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips.

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise.

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath.

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes.

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue.

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger. “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…”

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?”

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles.

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over.

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more.

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them.

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub.

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face.

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention.

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock.

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand.

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane.

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh.

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be.

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds.

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter.

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic.

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock.

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you.

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip.

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl.

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully.

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin.

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said.

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away.

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself.

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you.

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once.

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth.

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets.

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever.

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries.

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you.

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question.

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest.

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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