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wintaerbaer · 4 months

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ringing in the year (jjk)

summary: Your six-year relationship with Jungkook certainly hasn't been devoid of the occasional mishap. But when Seokjin accidentally winds up with a gift meant for you, Jungkook's proposal may wind up being the biggest blunder of all.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: generally sfw, sans a handful of swear words

genre: established relationship au, pure fluff, bit of a crack fic

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this was so fun to write, and a bunch of the details were inspired by real life events! thanks to @animeniacss for brainstorming this one with me and sprinting me through it. wishing everyone a happy and healthy new year! <3

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Jungkook knows he’s messed up several times over the course of your six-year relationship.

There was the time in college when he wanted to cook you dinner and, upon realizing that he didn’t have a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine, tried to pry it open with a screwdriver and sprayed most of it all over the kitchen and himself.

There was the time when he ate suspiciously old-looking dumplings out of the fridge for lunch in spite of Hoseok’s warnings and spent your anniversary date that night going in and out of the bathroom.

And of course, there was the time when he'd insisted that it was fine for you to get frisky in the living room because Jimin wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Only to realize, oh wait, it's Saturday, the second the man himself walked in the door with both Yoongi and Taehyung in tow, all three getting quite the view of you and Jungkook on the area rug.

But this right here, he thinks, has got to be his biggest fuck-up of all, watching Seokjin peel back the wrapping paper on his white elephant gift to reveal a white mug that says, in large black lettering, “WORLD’S BEST WIFE.”

“Awww, Jungkookie,” he coos, raising the mug up above his head to show it off. “You’re proposing?”

He is, in fact, trying to propose, but certainly not to Seokjin. Every New Year’s Eve since sophomore year of college, your friend group has gotten together to party and do a holiday gift exchange that consists of a white elephant round and a general present swap.

Jungkook, wanting to propose amongst your friends and on what you’ve always said is your favorite day each year, had intended to give you the mug and propose later in the night. But, it would seem, he must’ve mixed up the two presents, putting your mug into the white elephant pile instead of the travel mug he had meant to contribute.

“Ah, Y/N,” Seokjin is now sighing, “I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”

You're giggling, wrapped in a burrito blanket that was courtesy of Hoseok. “It's okay. I understand that your love can't be denied.”

“Actually, hyung,” Jungkook finally gets the courage to pipe up. Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here. He might be sweating. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?”

“You need to talk now?” Hobi asks, wearing a t-shirt that also happens to be a collage of Seokjin's face–his white elephant offering. “It’s Yoongi’s turn. Let’s finish the white elephant, and then you can talk.”

“But–”

“I want Namjoon’s,” Yoongi says, snatching up the gift and tearing away the paper to unfurl a large black Snuggie. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“You got a Snuggie?” Jimin jeers in Namjoon’s direction. “Lame.”

“Lame? It’s funny,” Namjoon argues.

“Yeah, if it was 2008.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Yoongi slides his arms into the sleeves, settling into the couch and eyeing the rest of the group warily.

Jimin rolls his eyes at him. “No one is going to steal it, hyung.”

“Nobody better fucking steal it.”

The game actually finishes with no steals. Namjoon opens up your gift (a KFC-scented fire log) and Jimin and Taehyung choose each other’s only to find out that they both bought Bob Ross Chia Pets. With the game over, your group devolves back into party mingling–Yoongi dozing off on the couch in his new Snuggie, Jimin and Taehyung heading immediately to the dining room to get started on their chia projects, and the rest of you trying to decide which party games you’re going to play as the night goes on.

But when Seokjin stands up, declaring that he’s heading to the kitchen to get a drink for his “fun new mug,” Jungkook jumps to follow him, bringing along the slab of granite with twenty dollars taped to it that he’d opened (“I’m renovating my countertops,” Yoongi had explained).

“Hyung,” Jungkook hisses as Seokjin reaches into the fridge for a beer. “I need that mug.”

Seokjin turns, sizing him up in the glow of the refrigerator. “Then you probably should’ve picked it.”

Jungkook huffs in exasperation before stepping in closer, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Listen, I am trying to propose to Y/N tonight.”

“With a white elephant gift that anyone could’ve gotten?” He clicks his tongue, scolding. “That’s just terrible planning, Jungkookie. And proposing with a mug? A little boring.”

Color rises to Jungkook’s face, giving his cheeks a natural blush. “We were watching reruns of The Office when I kissed her for the first time. And it wasn’t supposed to be a white elephant–you know what? It doesn’t matter at this point. I just need the mug back.”

He reaches for the counter, intending to steal the mug away, but Seokjin gets there first, cradling it to his chest with a pout. “No, it’s mine. I opened it, and I’ve already imprinted–”

“We never should’ve let Y/N show you Twilight. Here, look.” He raises the granite sample and money in his hands, offering it up. “I’ll give you Yoongi’s gift and the gift I was supposed to be giving for the game. You’ll get two.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “What was your original gift?”

“A travel mug that says, ‘Weird to be the same age as old people.’”

He gets a wrinkled nose in response. “Well I like this one better. The other one calls me old. This one says I’m the best wife ever.”

“Oh my God, hyung. You’re not a wife!”

“I’m not old either!”

Jungkook throws his arms up in frustration, practically launching his hunk of stone across the room. “Then what am I supposed to do? You’re really going to ruin my entire proposal?”

“Hmm.” Seokjin lifts a hand to his chin, the other still clutching the mug to his body. “Thirty-two-race drunk Mario Kart?”

“Hyung.”

“What? You want the mug–this is how you can get it.”

Jungkook scrubs a hand over his face, accepts the inevitable. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Hooray!” A clap of his hands as Seokjin practically skips from the kitchen. “I’ll get us set up!”

By the time Jungkook drags his feet into the living room, Seokjin has already gathered a crowd, your friends piling onto the couches and armchairs to watch the upcoming event. Surely they’re expecting a slaughter; Seokjin is notoriously a Mario Kart ace.

“You looking to get drunk, babe?” you ask, settling into the spot next to him on the couch. “There are easier, less humiliating ways, you know.”

He pouts, eyebrows squishing together. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he grumbles, immediately forgiving you when you press your lips to his.

“For luck,” you say, giving him one more peck before sitting back to watch Seokjin hand him a controller, shot glass, and bottle of soju.

“Pick your character.” He plops onto Jungkook’s other side, selecting his own racer on the screen.

“Peach? Really?” Namjoon teases.

Seokjin shoots him a look. “I don’t wanna hear that from a basic-ass Mario main.”

Jungkook, meanwhile, chooses Donkey Kong, and loads up the first map, Peach and Donkey Kong lining up in their pink and yellow go-karts at the starting line.

“May the best me win,” Seokjin says, a split second before the light goes green.

He does win the race. And the next one and the next one. And Jungkook is three shots in before he even knows what hit him, fingers wrapped tightly around the controller.

“Not too late to back out, Jungkookie,” Seokjin jests, nudging him in the ribs. “At least leave with your pride intact.”

But before Jungkook can even respond, mouth already half-open in indignation, you wrap a soothing hand around his knee, massaging lightly.

“You've got this, Kook. You can do it.”

The sound of your voice puts him at ease almost instantly, and he ignores Seokjin, loading up the next track. This time, he does his best to relax, letting the feel of your palm siphon away his anxiety.

This is for you. He can do this for you.

The race is close, their cartoon avatars neck-and-neck until Jungkook manages to gain an edge at the very last second and blow through the finish line first.

“Holy shit!” Taehyung exclaims. “The Kart King lost?!”

“Calm down, it's one race,” Seokjin says. But he shifts forward on the couch as he takes his shot of soju, clearly miffed. “We have twenty-eight more to go. I like my odds.”

Seokjin wins the next one again, celebrating with a whoop, but Jungkook goes on a run after that, winning three in a row so they're tied. And once the thirty-second race has been driven, Seokjin has won sixteen, Jungkook has won sixteen, and they've each drunk two bottles of soju apiece.

“TIEBREAKER RACE,” Seokjin slurs, swaying on his feet. He's played the last dozen games standing up, claiming it “helps with the turns,” whatever that means.

“I think you two have had enough,” you say, patting Jungkook lovingly on the arm. “Just call it a tie and leave it there.”

He jerks away, stretching his arm out like he thinks you're going to try and take the controller from him. “No, Y/N! I need that mug!”

Your lips pull down into a frown. “What mug?”

“I think Y/N is right, you guys,” Namjoon chimes in. “You both need some water.”

“Everyone shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep,” grumbles the Snuggie blob.

“ONE MORE RACE!” Seokjin yells, insistent. “FOR IT ALL! FOR THE MUG!”

“Again, what mug?”

But you don't get an answer. Instead, Jungkook shouts, “FINE! RAINBOW ROAD, ASSHOLE!” and everyone's eyes fixate on the screen, eager to find out who will emerge victorious.

Both characters rip off the starting line, Seokjin quickly obtaining a mushroom power-up that gives him a speed boost and comfortable lead. But after Jungkook lucks out on a green shell throw, causing Seokjin to spin out of control, he takes the lead as the first lap ends.

“C’mon, babe!” you cheer, Jimin and Taehyung joining in in their desire to see the Kart King tumbled from his throne.

Jungkook holds his lead for most of the lap, but Seokjin takes it back after a couple more mushroom boosts and a red shell. The final lap is tight, the lead going back and forth and back and forth until all hope seems lost as Seokjin begins to pull away on the last leg…

Only for him to cut the final turn too closely, allowing Jungkook to bump him right over the side of the track and into space before blasting across the finish line.

The room erupts in cheers, Jungkook leaping to his feet with a shout even as Seokjin falls to the floor with a scream of anguish. You stand as well, trying to give your boyfriend a hug, but you’re shocked when he moves away from you instead, preoccupied with something on the dining table.

He crosses the room–dodging Jimin and Taehyung, who are now flossing over Seokjin’s prone body–to grab the “WORLD’S BEST WIFE” mug and triumphantly raise it in the air before stumbling back to where you stand both perplexed and amused by the scene before you.

“This,” he says, clumsily pressing the mug into your hands, “was supposed to be for you.”

“World’s Best Wife?” you ask, heart hiccuping as you begin to have a suspicion. “Like Michael Scott’s mug?”

“Yes!” The word feels heavy moving off of his tongue, and he suddenly regrets not being sober for this. “Because uhhhh…I have this for you, too. Shit, wait.”

He fumbles around his pockets, panicking until he finds the ring, slips it out of his pants, and drops to his knee with a graceless thud.

“Ow, crap. Y/N.” He takes your hand, and in spite of the absurdity of it all, in spite of the fact that part of the room is now fawning over you while the other part is either sleeping or on the floor, you feel tears pricking your eyes.

Really, you couldn’t think of a more perfect scene.

“Y/N,” he begins again–slowly, like his words need to be corralled, “I love you. So much. And I know I may sometimes be forgetful or foolish or careless–sometimes I might accidentally spray wine all over the kitchen or ruin a proposal because I gave Seokjin the wrong present by mistake–but I just…love you.” He blinks, thoughts drifting away from him as the soju continues to take its toll. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I’m saying is even making sense, but…I find I don’t mind having those moments as long as you’re there with me. I’m fine making a fool out of myself if it’ll make you smile or laugh so…” He hoists the ring up just a little higher, eyes hopeful. “Marry me?”

A leaping sensation takes off behind your ribs as you gasp, “Yes, Jungkook. Of course, yes.”

For someone who’s drunk, he surges back up with incredible speed to capture your mouth in a kiss, dragging your body to his and swaying you side-to-side.

“Congratulations, you two,” Yoongi says through the applause of your friends–even Seokjin managing to clap his hands like a seal from the floor. “Now can I please get some fucking sleep?”

a/n: please consider liking, reblogging, or commenting if you enjoyed :)

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts x you #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #bts fic #bts fanfic

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lees-chaotic-brain · 4 months

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i want to tell megumi hes the loml

Yes! Omg this is literally so cute I'm in love. @kasumitenbaz i'm willing to bet you'll like this :)

CW: None! fluff, mentions of past trauma I guess, comedic mentions of nudity, crack

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After everything that happened since you joined Jujutsu Tech, you finally had time to relax and enjoy spending time with Megumi. After all, it was New Year’s eve and there was nowhere you would rather be than cuddled up with your boyfriend in his dorm.

Watching the snow fall outside his window, you contemplated the events of the past year, all the trauma and fear you had endured and overcome together.

Suddenly becoming emotional, you turned in his arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Mmph?”

Your sleepy boyfriend inquisitively lifted his head from the pillow and readjusted so the position was more comfortable for you.

“What’s up?”

You snuggle closer to him and smile against his neck.

“I was just thinking about how grateful I am that we can just cuddle like this together. That we made it through, and now we’re stronger than ever.”

Megumi was silent for a moment before responding.

“What made you think about that all of a sudden?”

You can feel the deep rumble of his voice against your cheek.

“I’m not sure. I guess I was just reminiscing about everything that happened this year. And I don’t know, I’m just really happy right now.”

You squirm in his grasp until you manage to pull away far enough to give him a cheesy grin.

His eyes soften as he tucks you firmly against him.

“‘M grateful too.”

He mumbles, before burying his face in your hair and tightening his hold on you.

“Now stop being all cheesy and philosophical and let me nap. You know that Itadori, Nobara, and Gojo are going to make us stay up all night celebrating with them.”

You chuckle, and comply, letting him use you as his own personal teddy bear for a few minutes before you speak again.

“Hey Megs?”

“Hmm?”

He makes a vague grumpy sound.

“You know that you’re the love of my life, right?”

Silence.

“Megs?”

Still no response.

“Did you hear me? I said that you were-”

“I heard you the first time!”

He bursts out, effectively cutting you off.

“Hey, what's wrong?”

You forcibly pry him off you to take a look at his face, and to your delight and his mortification, his face is cherry red.

“Babe! Are you blushing?!”

“NO.”

He denies it and covers his face with a pillow.

“Of course I’m not. But you can’t just say stuff like that out of the blue! Give me a little warning at least.”

Giggling you yank the pillow out of his grasp and cup his flaming cheeks in your hands.

“Don’t hide your face from me.”

You exaggeratedly plant loud kisses on each side of his crimson face and coo at him.

“Aw, look at how cute my boyfriend is. He’s getting all red just because I told him he’s the love of my life-”

“STOP.”

He grabs you and shoves your face against his chest, cutting your voice off. Tangling his legs with yours, he pulls you up a bit so he can press his face into the crook of his neck. Inhaling deeply, he takes deep calming breaths and enjoys your unique mix of scents that makes him feel at home.

You sit quietly, sensing that he needed a moment to process what you had just said. Sure enough, after about thirty seconds he speaks.

“You know, you’re the love of my life too.”

You can’t stop the massive grin that spreads across your face.

“Megs I-”

“WAKEY WAKEY!!”

Gojo, Nobara, and Itadori burst into the room screaming. Nobara flips on the lights, Gojo tears the blankets off the two of you, and Itadori bangs pots together.

“IT’S TIME TO WATCH FIREWORKS AND CELEBRATE!!!”

Spluttering, your boyfriend gives everyone in the room (other than you) death stares as he tries to protect you from the cold that seeped in in the absence of your blanket.

“Get out! What is wrong with you guys? What-What if we were naked?!”

He blurted, unable to come up with anything else. The room fell into silence.

Then everyone (including you this time) burst into laughter.

“Seriously Megs???”

You wheeze out between peals of laughter.

“What if we were naked?!”

He just sullenly retrieved the blankets and burrowed under them, yanking you under with him.

As he valiantly fought off the three lunatics from ripping the two of you out of your blanket cocoon, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Yes, he truly was the love of your life.

#lee's brain writes #end of 2023 collab #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fluff #crack #new years eve fic

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queenendless · 4 months

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🎆❣️A Future Bright (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK)❣️🎆

A/n: So short cause I have officially run out of JJK fuel. It might not be the best but I wanted to get something out today so sorry about that. S2 is done. I will miss it and writing for this show. But I need a long ass break from JJK. Like 5 months. Make sense to me.

Referring to everyone by their first names in this, side ships, mainly poly SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader.

And thnx u to everyone whose followed, liked, reblogged and enjoyed my JJK fan content these past few months. Imma work on other anime fanfic content after I take a break. Tbh? I wanna write for BNHA Hawks. He's growing on me. And maybe Demon Slayer stuff with Tengen and his wives. Idk yet, we'll see.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND/OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Booths and stalls lined up both sides of various roads.

Rows of lanterns hung from the treelines to the lampposts.

Droves of people flocked. From wearing kimonos to just plain snuggly attire to battle the coldness.

Praying at the shrines to make wishes for the coming year came first.

After that, chaos ensued.

A squealing Nobara hurried over to embrace her lifelong friends Fumi-chan and Saori-chan before introducing them to Maki who was keeping it cool to Nobara's admiration.

Kento brushes something off Yu's scarred cheek only for the younger man to kiss his stern partner fully on the mouth.

A teasing Mai and Momo along with a reluctant but curious Kasumi dragging a stubborn blushing Kokichi off to doll him up with various trinkets and hats they spotted at various booths.

Ieiri and Utahime trying to catch some goldfish at one of those booths. Utahime shouting out her constant success at catching them fishes; her competitiveness shining through, and Ieiri calmly cheering her wife on.

Yuji laughed while Megumi and Junpei smiled at his radiant expression while chowing down on barbecue skewers together.

That was long before your salmon haired boi yelled out in alarm as a heated Todo chased him in his fervent pursuit to drag his brother off to see the Takada-chan's New Year's Eve live special screening at Shibuya crossing.

Noritoshi eating a kebab as Yuki filmed the whole chase beside him, aimed at Choso as he let Yuji jump into his arms and speed off with Todo right at their heels, dust clouds left in their wake.

Riko and Misato shooting darts at a gaming booth all to get the familiar looking, long as hell, rainbow dragon plush to the girls delight.

Atsuya dragged his bae Hiromi by his collar into the nearest bar just to get away from your group and drink to their retired hearts content.

Masamichi and Yoshinobu sharing sake in the place across from said bar.

Yuta kissed both Rika and Toge on their stuffed cheeks as their mouths were full of sweets; mochi cheeks he spotted in his mesmerized gaze.

Right before Panda, carrying plushies by the armful, dumped his winnings all over his ecstatic buddies.

Spotting Toji and Shiu amiss the crowd, eyeing his son as his protective brother instincts creaked out as he played tug of war with Tsumiki who was stubbornly set on kissing a dopey grinning Junpei some more as her lipstick marked his rosey cheek.

Toji snorted at the sight before being dragged off by the arm by Shiu, opting to get a better view, a less crowded spot at that.

Nanako and Mimiko running around with sparklers lite.

Tears filled up your eyes to the brim.

Seeing so much happiness.

So much positivity.

All amassing here.

All in this moment.

Together.

Your mind flashed.

What could have been …

Buildings sliced and diced to mince.

Magma erupts from the streets, encasing all in its range.

A circle of darkness that continues to grow.

No lights.

No life.

Barred from all.

You were getting caught up in your mind too much lately.

Thinking too much, wandering in too deep, letting intrusive thoughts cloud the light.

Your knees trembled, your grip slipping, you wrap around your belly, prepared to not let it get the brunt of the fall.

“Y/n!”

His long raven locks flowed in the breeze. His almond brown eyes are so vibrant and sharp and alive.

“Sugu!” You weeped immediately into his charcoal robes, grasping handfuls of his front, alarming him tremendously.

“Y/n! Be careful! What's wrong!?”

“I'm just so happy we're all together celebrating tonight!” Your waterworks hit him right in the face as he led you two to a bench to rest your bloated sore self.

“Tiredness, mood swings, they do come with pregnancy, love.” Suguru calmly explained as you clung to him, pulling your legs up to rest on the space left on the bench.

“Perhaps we should take you home early. I am terribly sorry if we pushed you too much with coming here … jeez. Now where did Satoru go this time?”

Warping right by your side nearly gave you a heart attack. Even still, you were never quite prepared for Toru's spontaneity.

Getting down on one knee, Satoru tenderly caressed and smooched your clothed bump. “Right here~!”

“Toru!” You yanked the man up by his sleeve, having him sit beside you as well as he draped your legs over his lap as he let you cuddle him and weep in his neck.

His shades titled down to reveal his devoted gaze as he carefully pulled you atop his lap, nuzzling your head as he exchanged smooches with Suguru. “Aww, wifey. It's okay. We're here. Just think. A new year. New hijinks. New possibilities!”

Suguru's head rested on your shoulder as his heated breath made you mewl. “And a new addition to our family.”

Viewing the kids all animated, the adults mingling, the buzz in the air, it all helped to ease the unrest in your hormonal self.

“I hope we can continue living out our somewhat sense of peace in the new year.” You murmured, humming as they gently smothered you in their plush chests and secure arms.

“Agreed.” Their giant sculpted hands felt your bump together, wistfully grinning as you smiled shedding tears of joy.

An upbeat song blared out through the speakers.

Next thing you know, few turned to many dancing.

Lost in paradise.

For a dance mob has formed.

Yugi, returning out of the blue, took the lead, bopping with his usual upbeat finesse.

Megumi wasn't dancing, more like bashfully scratching the back of his head, too shy to look anyone in the eye, until a beaming Yuji had him, helping his boyfriend loosen up.

Nobara twirled and swirled, tugging her girls in to all get in sync and flaunting their beautiful strong selves.

And Gojo, in all his glory, was swaying with style, cause of course he wanted to get down most of all. Yuta, Yuji, Megumi, even the twins flanked both his sides, strutting their stuff.

From Takuma to Choso to even Panda, everyone you knew found the groove. From found family to your work buddies. Even the tipsy adults. Even the former assassin and his handler buddy. Even a well disguised Nobuko who had her bodyguards on standby also in disguise warily kept their eyes on the heart eyed Aoi Todo.

The dancing flash mob you never expected to happen did in fact happen.

They clapped, they swayed, they spun, they did it all!

The ships sailed as many familiar faces knew how to dance so acrobatically well. Leave the sight to the imagination.

Fireworks began littering the sky.

The billboard's timer struck 00:00.

Cheers and claps rang as embraces were exchanged.

You giggled as Suguru Geto swept you up in his arms, cupping the back of your head and your cheek to kiss you passionately.

You just had to ask.

“Where would I be without all of you?”

Satoru warped again back to you just to smirk at your jump scare. “Probably bored out of your mind.” You and Suguru shut your white haired husband up by slapping his shoulders to his snickering amusement.

“It goes both ways, Satoru.”

“Aw, I love you too Suguru~” He pulled his shades up to rest on his head as those Six Eyes glowed with love for the growing life in your belly you three made together. “All of you.”

You two peppered kisses all over Satoru's laughing face as the rest of your found family danced the first night of the new year away.

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gimmethatagustd · 7 days

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venor (final) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,064

○ Warnings: Scenting, lots of kissing and happy crying, gross cute romance and all that other annoying stuff

○ Notes: It's the end of an era, my friends. I promised a Bestie Who Must Not Be Named that I'd write an epilogue, so technically this series isn't 100% over. I hope you had fun with it! And thank you to everyone who was so kind to me as we went on this unique little journey together 💜

○ Post Date: April 21, 2024

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Jungkook and Taehyung wait until they finish their final projects and exams before visiting Taehyung's family home. As much as a getaway trip, no matter how short or ordinary, would help alleviate Jungkook's end-of-the-year stress, his commitment to his studies, and his fear of disappointing his parents force him to focus on his studies. Exercising helps, especially when he convinces Taehyung and Yoongi to tag along, but most days near the end of the semester, Jungkook spends in the library or in class.

When Jungkook submits the last project due, the mobile app he spent the whole semester designing, he feels like his brain dribbles out of his ears. With final presentations and exams now over, they have the freedom to do as they please in the last few days before they must leave the dorms for winter break. He's lucky he doesn't have to drive to Taehyung's house, even though it's a short trip.

"Jiae is still in school, but my appa should be home," Taehyung explains, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives.

"Where did you say she's studying?"

"New York University. I've never been to the United States, but she likes it for the most part. She said the city is dirty, though."

Jungkook watches Taehyung smile as he shares a story about his sister's first time seeing a rat scurry across the city streets. Without a sibling, Jungkook doesn't know what it's like to share a life with someone for so long and then be separated by so much distance. There's love in how Taehyung talks about Jiae; Jungkook can feel it. Taehyung also experiences a little bit of joy in knowing his sister has been chased by rats, and Jungkook supposes that's just how it is being an older sibling.

When school isn’t in session, Taehyung stays with Jiae and their father in the home where the children grew up. It’s a small villa in a quiet neighborhood far enough away from downtown Seoul that Jungkook almost feels like he’s back in his own town, free from the bustling city and the hassles that come with it. The villa is well-maintained but modest and home to four families, with the Kim family occupying one of the apartment units on the second floor. The building is cute from the outside, not as big and intimidating as the apartments Jungkook imagined in the city, and a few of the nerves jittering through his body calm down.

Taehyung finds street parking nearby so they don’t need to walk far in the cold. Just like the end of the semester, winter descended on Jungkook quicker than he expected.

In the villa’s compact front yard, a few young children bundled up in thick coats, scratchy scarves, and winter hats too big for their heads build miniature snowmen. Feline tails whip out from two of their coats, and another child has sparkly olive scale splotches on his cheeks like freckles.

“Taehyungie hyung!” squeals one of the children when Taehyung leads Jungkook up the front steps.

Once the other two children notice Taehyung, they fumble in the snow, knees lifting high to jump over the lumps of snow they’ve pushed together. They’re adorable, even more so when the three crash into Taehyung, clinging to his legs and tugging on his gloved hands.

“Hey kids,” Taehyung pats each child on the head with the hand that isn’t being pulled nearly to the ground by one girl.

“When is Jiae noona coming back?” the little boy demands, making Taehyung frown.

“I come home for the first time in months, and you want my sister instead?”

“We missed you too, oppa,” one of the girls insists with wide eyes that remind Jungkook of how he looks when he’s trying to get someone on his good side. He can’t help but giggle over it, and the sound alerts the children to the fact that he’s there, patiently waiting on the front steps behind Taehyung.

“Hello,” the little girl hanging on Taehyung’s arm swings her body around to look at Jungkook. “Who are you?”

“That’s my boyfriend, your Jungkook oppa.”

“You have a boyfriend, Taehyungie oppa? Did your appa say that you can have a boyfriend?”

With his hands on his hips, Jungkook turns to Taehyung, giving him an expectant look that mirrors the three children's expressions.

“Well, Tae, did your appa permit you to have a boyfriend?”

“Bun, not you, too,” Taehyung groans as he tries shaking off the children.

“Oh my gosh! He’s a bunny! Look at his ears!”

“Come on, guys. It’s cold.” Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s bicep and pulls him forward as the children rush to cling onto Jungkook instead.

Shouting over each other, the children demand that Jungkook remove his winter hat to show off more of his ears and demonstrate if he can jump really high. Their silly questions are endearing, but Jungkook’s nose is frozen, and he grows more nervous with each step he climbs to reach the villa’s front doors.

“Go back to your snowman.” Taehyung shoos the kids away while he holds the door open for Jungkook. “You’ll see Jungkook later.”

“Bye hyungs, bye oppas!” the children call out, fumbling over each other to move out of the way when Taehyung tries to usher them from the door.

Despite Taehyung’s grumblings, his affection for the children is evident by how sweet and patient he is with them. Jungkook hasn’t thought much about children. He knows his parents expect grandchildren, especially since they only have Jungkook to provide them, but he always saw parenthood as a far-off concept not worth worrying about in his youth. Seeing Taehyung interact with the neighborhood children makes Jungkook consider that, perhaps, he could spend a little time thinking about it more than he has in the past…

“My appa did give me permission to have a boyfriend, by the way,” Taehyung says with a silly smile as he loops his arm through Jungkook’s to lead him down the hall once they’ve reached the second floor.

“Oh, good. What would we have done if he hadn’t?” Jungkook smiles, too, just as goofy.

“Break up, I guess?” Taehyung offers, laughing when Jungkook stops in the middle of the hallway to stomp his foot in frustration.

Taehyung is obviously joking; Jungkook can’t imagine him ever asking for permission to do anything, not that he’s the type of kid to go against his parents at every turn. Something tells Jungkook that Taehyung’s mother encouraged his free spirit rather than trying to stamp it down. Perhaps some of that has rubbed off on Jungkook, too.

“You didn’t even formally ask me out!” Jungkook complains.

Squeezing Jungkook’s bicep, Taehyung tugs on him gently. “I totally did!”

“When?!”

Taehyung removes his gloves to input the apartment unit’s code. His hat covers his ears, but Jungkook can tell that they twitch under it just as his tail flicks out to smack Jungkook on the thigh. He’s so cute that Jungkook thinks he might genuinely die over it one day. How can he possibly withstand this type of cute aggression for the rest of his life? Because that is what he wants, to be with Taehyung until the end, even if it’s too early to say such a thing.

“I was nervous, okay,” Taehyung presses his shoulder against the door to give it a little push as he opens it. “Just saying it seemed easier than asking. Besides, I knew you wanted it, too.”

Winking, Taehyung gestures for Jungkook to enter the apartment first and grins when he notices Jungkook’s bright pink cheeks. Ridiculous. Taehyung is ridiculous. The only reason Jungkook is willing to let this slide is because Taehyung does get nervous when he’s put on the spot, as Jungkook quickly learned during their final presentation for their Art History class. Standing at the front of the lecture hall, Taehyung had forced his tail through his belt loops so it wouldn’t nervously swish back and forth and started off the presentation with wide eyes pleading for Jungkook to take the lead, but it went well.

The Kim residence reminds Jungkook of Taehyung’s dorm room and his father’s restaurant. It is bright and nature-toned, with plants in every corner and large windows providing natural lighting. It isn’t perfect, but it’s lived in, and Jungkook prefers that over something so minimalist that it’s sterile. Taehyung kicks his boots into the corner of the entryway and tosses his coat on the kitchen table as he walks past, meaning Jungkook should follow his lead.

“So it’s just you, your appa, and your sister?” Jungkook asks.

“Yup. It’s kind of small for three adults, but as a kid, it felt huge.” Taehyung shrugs. “We’ll both be out of the house soon, anyway.”

Jungkook folds his outerwear and neatly places it on the kitchen table, trying not to take up too much space. He’s hesitant about taking off his scarf. The bruise Taehyung left Jungkook when he bit his neck still hasn’t entirely disappeared, but Jungkook concludes that it would be more suspicious to keep his scarf on inside than to have splotchy skin.

“Your appa will be so lonely…” Jungkook looks around, taking note of the little pieces of Taehyung and Jiae scattered around the house — Taehyung’s pottery and Jiae’s soccer trophies. Recently, Jungkook has learned that both Kim children are exceptional athletes.

“Eh, he’ll be fine,” Taehyung says, intertwining Jungkook’s fingers with his. “I’ll give you a tour.”

It’s a bit of “organized chaos,” as Taehyung calls it. Clothes are strewn around the apartment, draped on the backs of the kitchen chairs and the arm of the living room couch. The whiteboard calendar on the fridge still reads “November” despite it being the beginning of December now, and there are kitchen appliances everywhere, including niche ones Jungkook can’t name.

“Appa is somewhere around here…” Taehyung thinks aloud, “Might be on the roof, though. There’s a garden up there. The one I told you about.”

Taehyung’s mother’s garden. Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t interrupt Taehyung as he shows off the chaotic apartment, even jiggling the doorknob of his sister’s room hard enough to force it open so they can take a peek at the disaster of boy band posters and too much pink.

“She’s such a girl,” Taehyung teases before ushering Jungkook down the hall to his bedroom. “At least she gets to keep her room, though. Appa turned mine into a fucking office.”

The last room on the short but thorough apartment tour is Taehyung’s, which is more like an office than a bedroom. It seems that Taehyung’s furniture—a bed, dresser, and nightstand—has been arranged in one corner to free up space for a desk, bookshelf, and filing cabinet that wouldn’t fit anywhere else in the apartment.

“Why does he need a filing cabinet? Who keeps paper documents anymore?” Taehyung shuts the bedroom door behind them.

When Taehyung turns around, Jungkook feels a shift in the energy between them. Having been uncharacteristically talkative, Taehyung suddenly grows quiet.

“You didn’t put your backpack down,” Taehyung notices with a frown.

Jungkook squeezes his backpack straps and shrugs, hoping Taehyung’s predator hybrid senses don’t ruin everything by noticing his nervousness. He’s trying to be chill, just as he tried when he first met Taehyung. It hadn’t worked then, and it probably won’t work now.

“I, um…” Panicking, Jungkook looks for a distraction, not ready to let Taehyung know why he still has his backpack with him. “Didn’t you say you wanted to give me something?”

Eyes widening, Taehyung rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze. Why are the two of them being so awkward right now? It catches Jungkook off guard, making his chest tighten and his heart feel as though it’s being crushed by his ribcage.

“Tae—”

“Can you sit on the bed, please?”

Nodding, Jungkook sits on the edge of Taehyung’s bed, thinking Taehyung will follow him. Instead, Taehyung squats in front of the old wooden dresser. He pulls out the bottom drawer and looks through the clothing, no longer neatly folded, as he pushes it to the side. Whatever he’s looking for is buried deep in the back of the drawer beneath cable-knit sweaters and flannels.

“I wanted to keep it safe,” Taehyung mumbles once he pushes the drawer shut.

In Taehyung’s hand is a small pouch of blush velvet that matches the shade of pink blooming across Jungkook’s cheeks. Shy embarrassment makes his upper body feel hot. Though Jungkook was excited about the gift when he first learned of it, the reality of being presented with it is nearly too much for his little bunny heart to bear. With a frenzied heart, he takes the pouch from Taehyung, and his breathing stutters when their fingers brush, as though it’s the first time they’ve ever touched.

“I hope you like it,” Taehyung says softly, and Jungkook thinks he might explode.

Undoing the tie at the top of the pouch, Jungkook lets the contents inside slip out and fall into his hand. Rose gold and cold against his skin, the expensive bracelet shines in the natural light bathing Taehyung’s bedroom. It’s a simple gold band that comes together at the top of the wrist where the tiger-shaped clasp is. Decorated with sparkly white diamonds for eyes, the bracelet shimmers when Jungkook turns it to examine every little detail.

“It was my eomma’s. She didn’t wear it a lot, mostly just for fancy things. But she gave it to me when she… Well, she said I should keep it for someone special.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, too afraid to speak louder because he can already feel a lump growing in his throat.

Taehyung reaches out to take the bracelet. He turns it so Jungkook can see what’s engraved into the inner part of the bracelet.

“I found a jewelry shop that does engravings, so I got our names…” Taehyung’s face turns bright red, and his tail flips between his ankles faster than Jungkook has ever seen. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been… ah, fuck , why is this so hard.” He exhales through pursed lips, making a silly sound when his lips flutter. “I’ve been courting you, and I’m supposed to give you something really nice at the end to ask if you accept me, okay? That’s what I’m doing. So. Yeah. That’s all.”

Thrusting his arm, Taehyung holds the bracelet for Jungkook to take back.

Taehyung never formally asked Jungkook to date him, but Jungkook knows that this means something more than just a silly title for a young relationship. Although prey hybrids have different customs, it’s easy to see how important this moment is for Taehyung. He’s unbelievably agitated. Not once has his tail calmed down, and now his hands tremble enough for him to shove them into the back pockets of his jeans.

Conversely, Jungkook’s infatuation makes him burn with an eagerness he’s never felt. He can’t help but smile, even when Taehyung frowns, and it feels good because Jungkook knows Taehyung well enough that he can tell the frown is because Jungkook has yet to say anything. Does he accept Taehyung? What a silly question!

“Tae,” Jungkook begins and thinks he can genuinely feel Taehyung grow tense from how suffocating the room is, “I would have accepted you with just the striped donuts. This is… this is more than I could ever imagine, Tae. I accept you, but I don’t know if I can accept something so special to your eomma.”

Shaking his head, Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook. He takes Jungkook’s face in both hands to slowly rub his thumbs across his cheeks, gathering the tears that stain them.

“You’re special, bun. She would’ve loved you. Probably more than she loved me.”

“Shut up, that’s not true.”

“It is, I swear! I gave her so much grief. You’re literally perfect.”

Jungkook’s giggle sounds wet and stuffy. He shivers as Taehyung pulls him against his chest so he can tuck his face against Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Baby, why are you crying?”

Jungkook tries answering Taehyung, but his words get muffled and lost, and he can hardly put the scrambled mess together in his own head. It takes a few minutes, but he eventually stops crying. It helps that Taehyung eases the backpack straps off Jungkook’s shoulders so he can rub his back in soothing circles. He hums a gentle purr and plants little kisses atop Jungkook’s head until Jungkook finally pulls away to look at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re really sweet, Tae,” Jungkook says with a soft smile that grows larger when Taehyung tries to look away from him. “You want to act like you’re not, but you are.”

“I’m alright, I guess.”

“You’re lovely.”

Taehyung’s ears flatten against his head, and he sticks out his tongue, reaching for Jungkook’s hand to squeeze it.

“Can I put it on you?” Taehyung takes the bracelet and clasps it around Jungkook’s wrist. It fits well, not too tight, and it doesn't slip down his forearm.

Jungkook can’t stop thinking about how pretty it looks and how important it is for him to keep it nice. He’ll cherish it for the rest of his life. This gift is not only a declaration of Taehyung’s love but also demonstrates the level of trust that Taehyung has in Jungkook to keep his mother’s beloved possession safe.

Taehyung rubs his wrist against Jungkook’s, scenting him before he pulls back so they can both admire how the bracelet looks on Jungkook. A thick band of rose gold, it’s pretty but isn’t dainty, instead solid and bold. Jungkook knows he won’t wear it always; he’ll be afraid to. Perhaps he’ll wear it on the days he wants to feel Taehyung’s love the most, so his love can be a tangible pressure on his wrist, pressed to one of the points of his heartbeat.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s lips when he kisses him. He loves hearing Taehyung purr when he unexpectedly initiates a kiss, and he loves feeling the warmth of Taehyung’s hands on his body.

“I love you too, bun,” Taehyung whispers back, but he speaks into the corner of Jungkook’s jaw, then nips at each faded hickey down his neck. “Are you gonna tell me what’s in your backpack now? Or do you wanna keep stalling? I could come up with some ideas…”

“Taehyung.” The scold doesn’t mean much when Jungkook digs his fingers in Taehyung’s hair to hold him close as he scents him.

“Come on, baby. What are you hiding from me?”

Of course, Taehyung sees right through Jungkook and catches on to what he’s doing. It should be embarrassing, but Jungkook is too drunk on the feeling of Taehyung’s lips against his throat to care that he’s the most obvious person in the history of the universe. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook has no reason to lie or hide things from Taehyung.

Though this is at least a little bit serious — in a good way, but still…

“How do you know I’m hiding something?” Jungkook stalls just like Taehyung guessed he would, though not in the way Taehyung might want.

Rather than respond, Taehyung pokes Jungkook on the tip of his nose. Like Taehyung has hit a magic button, Jungkook immediately scrunches his nose and giggles when Taehyung kisses the tip of it.

“Suyun told me you were courting me,” Jungkook admits shyly as he drags his backpack into his lap and unzips it.

“Of course she did.”

Jungkook buzzes with excitement even as Taehyung pouts. He holds all wiggles in, though. He can’t afford to have Taehyung teasing him during such a brave moment. Instead, he focuses his energy on not growing too nervous.

“Close your eyes,” Jungkook commands. He stares blankly at Taehyung until he follows his instructions, unwilling to tolerate Taehyung’s cheekiness when it gets in the way of an important moment.

Once Taehyung has obeyed him, Jungkook pulls out a thin, rectangular frame from his backpack and places it in Taehyung’s lap.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

When Taehyung saw Jungkook’s half-finished portrait, he’d sucked Jungkook off so good that Jungkook allegedly passed out. Jungkook didn't want to make any assumptions, and he’s still nervous from being in Taehyung’s dad’s apartment, so he tried not to imagine what Taehyung’s reaction would be after seeing the finished product.

“I know it’s not as fancy or as special as your eomma’s bracelet, but—”

Jungkook quiets when Taehyung presses his finger to his lips and shushes him while his amber eyes scan over the artwork.

“Baby, respectfully, shut up.”

The snort that comes from Jungkook is uncharacteristic. It feels like a Yoongi thing Jungkook must have picked up in the months they’ve lived together. Taehyung pays him no mind, though. He holds the frame up to admire the print. It’s colorful, glossy, and perfectly matted because Jungkook asked one of the digital photography students at their university to help him with it. The girl knew Taehyung; she swore to keep the print a secret and didn’t even charge Jungkook for help. That might be a testament to how sweet Jungkook is, but it could also indicate just how personable Taehyung is, that people are willing to do kind things for him without anything in return.

“Bun,” Taehyung says after spending a quiet moment with the portrait, “Please don’t downplay yourself like that ever again. You are an amazing artist. Your talent, god, bun… your talent is unreal.”

Taehyung is almost too serious when he speaks, and Jungkook feels the looming need to scoot away from him. He doesn’t, though, because he knows this is Taehyung working through his intense feelings for Jungkook, feelings that his predator hybrid instincts don’t know what to do with. Neither Taehyung nor Jungkook is hardwired for a relationship like theirs.

“Thank you.” Jungkook runs his fingertips along Taehyung’s clenched jaw and watches the tension slowly melt away when he pulls back his sleeve to scent him. “Having a gorgeous model is half the battle, actually.”

Ignoring Jungkook’s teasing, Taehyung slides his hand around the back of Jungkook’s neck to pull him closer.

“I love you, bun.”

Jungkook can’t answer, though he doesn’t need to. His lips speak in other ways when Taehyung slips his tongue between them. Unlike before, their kiss isn’t heated or rushed. It’s sensual, but Jungkook is learning that all intimacy with Taehyung, sexual or not, is still somehow sensual. But this kiss feels comforting rather than rousing. It lulls Jungkook instead of stimulating him, and he likes the reassurance that it brings.

"Is this your final courting gift, too?" Taehyung asks once they've finally detached from each other.

Jungkook blushes with a shy, "Yes."

Months ago, Yoongi told Jungkook that pursuing a predator hybrid would break his heart. For the first time in his life, Jungkook feels like his heart finally has a home.

“Would you like me to speak with your parents, Jungkook?”

“Oh, no, no, that’s okay!” Jungkook politely but quickly shuts down Mr. Kim’s offer. “They’re, uh, they would probably be upset if they heard it from anyone other than me.”

With an understanding smile, Mr. Kim resumes cleaning the kitchen, though his endeavor must begin with decluttering, considering all the appliances and utensils tossed around. It’s the life of a chef and restaurant owner, Taehyung had groaned as he complained about how long it would take for them to eat dinner when his father had created a disaster in the kitchen.

Jungkook is eager to scramble out of the kitchen and return to his spot on the living room couch with Taehyung, bringing two bottles of beer given to him by Mr. Kim.

“What was appa talking to you about?” Taehyung asks, before opening his mouth for Jungkook to give him a sip of beer. He looks like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and it makes Jungkook giggle despite how his stomach twists with new nerves.

“He asked me if I told my parents I’m staying with you for winter break yet…”

“Well, have you?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows, but he keeps his eyes on the TV.

Jungkook feels like he needs to remind Taehyung to blink occasionally, but he doesn’t. This is Taehyung’s first time playing video games; Jungkook may as well let him get the authentic gamer experience by fucking up his eyes.

“No.”

“Bun,” Taehyung’s scolding is cut short by a string of expletives when his video game character is murdered.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Taehyung would choose to play a game about a virus that turns humans into vampires and the human hunters dedicating their lives to slaying them. Violent video games aren’t Jungkook’s preference, but it certainly feeds into the stereotypes about predatory hybrids.

“I’m nervous about it…”

“What’s the worst thing that’ll happen? They’ll get upset, and then they’ll get over it. It’s not like you’ll never come back ever again.”

Taehyung is right, but he’s also wrong. Is Jungkook being dramatic? Perhaps, but he knows his parents better than everyone else, and he knows that they are sensitive.

“Let me talk to them. Do a video call so they can see how handsome I am, and they’ll know you made the right choice.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook takes a few more sips of his beer to take the edge off his nerves before he gets up, phone heavy in his hand like a weapon or a ball and chain.

“Pray for me,” Jungkook mumbles into Taehyung’s hair when he kisses him.

“Tell them I’ll eat them if they’re mean to you. I like how bunnies taste.”

“Oh my gosh, Taehyung, your appa is right there,” Jungkook whispers harshly, but Taehyung’s boxy grin is the symbol of audacity.

Jungkook uses Taehyung’s bedroom to make the phone call. It takes a few minutes of Jungkook biting at a hangnail before he randomly chooses his father to call, having no idea which of his parents will be the least likely to be upset over the news. Jungkook wonders if other college students must worry about having this conversation when they go away for breaks.

Before visiting the Kims, Jungkook tried to do a roleplay scenario with Suyun and Yoongi to see if that would help him plan what to say.

Yoongi was too scary to talk to; Jungkook kept slipping up. The more he talked, the worse it got, until he was practically sharing the whole story of his romance with Taehyung to justify why he was choosing to stay with a predator hybrid.

“Well, don’t tell them what he is!” is what Suyun had insisted.

“True… I don’t have to. It would be lying, though. I’m so bad at lying!”

“It’s not lying. It’s just withholding information. Totally different.”

As usual, Jungkook thinks hanging out with predators changed Suyun — but probably for the better.

With a sigh, Jungkook sets his phone on speaker and lies on Taehyung’s bed, counting each ring and thinking that his heartbeat somehow harmonizes with it.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“Oh, eomma, hi. Where’s appa?”

Jungkook doesn’t think it matters which one of his parents hears the news first, but he doesn’t like being caught off guard. Despite being proud of how much confidence he has gained and the personal growth he has experienced since transferring to Seoul, Jungkook still feels like a kid when around his parents.

“He went into town for groceries but forgot his phone again. I think I need to buy him one of those watches. Do you know the ones?”

“A smartwatch?”

Despite their flaws, Jungkook loves his parents. It’s just that the love they all share for each other is different, and it isn’t always easy. Jungkook feels that love while his mother rambles about his father being forgetful, and he reminds himself that Taehyung is right. This isn’t the end of the world.

“Hey, eomma, I can’t talk for a long time right now, but I needed to tell you I have a boyfriend now…” Jungkook takes a deep breath and continues before his mother can respond, “And I’m going to stay with him and his family for winter break.”

The silence that follows is expected. Because of this, Jungkook hears the bedroom door open, and he nods when Taehyung asks for permission to come inside. He sits on the bed beside Jungkook, who is now lying on his stomach, and gently scratches the base of Jungkook’s ears.

“Oh. For the whole break?”

“Mhm.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

Jungkook cringes. “I know, eomma. I’m sorry.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem offended. He plays with Jungkook’s hair and ears and keeps quiet to let Jungkook think.

“Hmm, Jungkook-ah, I hope he is treating you well. Is he smart? What is he studying? What do his parents do for a living?”

“Ah, please, don’t interrogate me!”

“I’m just asking simple questions every eomma should know.”

“We can talk later, okay? I will call you, and we’ll talk with appa, too.”

One day, Jungkook will tell his parents more than the bare minimum details about the boy who holds his heart. For now, Jungkook tells his mother he loves her and tosses his phone off to the side once the call ends so the pretty tiger, who smells like summer rain, can shower him with sweet kisses until all of Jungkook’s worries are washed away.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” Taehyung purrs against Jungkook’s throat, where he kisses him. “How many times do you think I should visit with them before I ask them if I can marry you?”

“Stop it,” Jungkook whispers, though Taehyung can’t tell if Jungkook is scolding him for what he said about marriage or for how he’s got Jungkook flat on his back with his leg hiked up over his waist so he can grind their hips together.

Both? Either? Jungkook doesn’t know.

“Did you know Jackson can officiate weddings?” Taehyung asks with a slow roll of his hips. They’re both in jeans and sweaters; Taehyung just likes being a tease.

“Taehyung.”

“I heard sex feels different after you’re mated.”

“Taehyung. You’re so gross.”

Jungkook throws his arms over Taehyung’s shoulders and crushes him against his chest, ready to drown in the giggles he earns in response, giggles from a big, scary tiger who is utterly whipped for his bun. Who would have thought?

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Promises | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f)reader

Genre: fluff

AU: established relationship

Wordcount: 2.4k

Summary: Jungkook takes you somewhere special for New Year’s Eve.

Warnings: little bit of language. Pet names (Bug is his name for her) suggestions of smuttiness. Just all around fluffy cuteness that is long overdo for these babies.

Rating: PG15

AN: I’ve missed my Love Bug couple too much and needed to give them something good to end the year on. And, seeing that they were the first thing I’ve written in over a decade, it’s only fitting we end the year with them. This is based off Twenty-Five Twenty-One, so there's little bits of spoilers for the show in there if you haven't seen it, which I recommend you do. Thank you to @playmetheclassics and @yoon-kooks for betaing/editing/being amazing. Banner and divider by the babes @classicscreations Happy 2023, everyone! Hope it’s a good one. 💜

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“Jungkook, where are we going?” Your hands fly up to grab the hands holding a scarf as a makeshift blindfold around your eyes.

“Trust me, Lovebug.” Your boyfriend giggles as he leads you up a path.

“Koo, I trust you with every part of my body and soul—”

“Aw, that’s sweet, Bug. I love you too.”

“But I’d like to know where we are because I am freezing cold, and I’m scared I’m going to trip and die before the new year starts.”

Your boyfriend laughs behind you, one hand escaping your grasp to settle on your side. As much as you don’t want to be blinded anymore, your hand quickly moves to keep the blindfold in place to not ruin the surprise .

“Bug, I’ve got you. You know I’d fight a rock if it scratched your skin.”

“You’d fight The Rock? Damn, that’s some confidence, Koo.” You both snicker like children. His hand on your waist tightens when you lose your balance from laughing.

“Shut up, smartass.”

“Language!” you gasp, smacking the hand holding the blindfold.

“That’s rich coming from you, bug.” He quips, kissing the top of your head.

“Fuck off, you blueberry,” you mumble, making him giggle as he brings you to a stop.

“Excuse me, we decided it was Kooberry.” He quips back, referring to when you first saw him after he spontaneously colored his hair without telling you. He had only sent you a vague text to pick a color. You immediately called him a Kooberry when he walked in the room, and you both laughed until your stomachs hurt.

“Not when you’re being a buttface.”

“There’s my Bug with her venomous words.” You grin at his teasing words, loving the small implication about your relationship with him instead of being annoyed.

When you first started dating, you were quiet, hesitant, afraid of physical affection, and very careful with your words. Jungkook understood all of that was for reasons you wouldn’t share until well into the relationship. A bad ex, family drama, your own self, and more. But he was there to support you as you slowly emerged from your safety bubble, allowing you to be more yourself. Allow yourself to be louder, take risks, let people you love know you love them, state your opinions, and speak freely.

Sure, your relationship isn’t perfect. Neither is he. Jungkook has his own inner demons, his own real self he had tucked away. So as you started to grow out of your shell and be more yourself, you’d see the same issue in your boyfriend, which led to arguments like the one that solidified your relationship in Yoongi’s studio.

Every argument had to end with a solution after that. Whether it was one of you admitting defeat, finding a compromise, or getting an outside party (usually your best friend Danny) to decide. And the relationship’s been mostly steady since then.

“Okay, okay. Are we there yet?” you ask with hesitant enthusiasm. “We haven’t moved, so I assume we are.”

“We are Bug. Ready?” You nod, pulling down the makeshift blindfold when he says so and backs away from you.

And it’s beautiful.

A large hill overlooking the brightly lit city covered by the night sky.

A specific city.

A specific hill.

You quickly spin around, taking in your surroundings before your eyes land on Jungkook’s nervous ones.

“You found it?”

It’s one of the special weekends when you and Jungkook have the weekend off entirely. A rare occurrence that results in a Kdrama marathon. First, you sped through The Business Proposal. After was Crash Landing Into You.

You ended the weekend with your favorite, Twenty-Five, Twenty-One. You’ve watched it so often, with and without Jungkook, that you had certain scenes memorized.

You’ve made it past episode fourteen. Heart shattered over Yu-Rim and Hee-Do’s conversation about Yu-Rim moving to Russia, Ji-Woong’s confession at the airport, and Yi-Jin betraying his friends for his career.

You’re now settling into the fifteenth episode, Jungkook curled behind you on the couch, fingers mindlessly tracing along your skin.

Yi-Jin just finished a news report and is fighting through the crowd to find Hee-Do. They escape the crowd, and he brings her to a giant hill overlooking a good portion of Seoul, and they count down to the new year. It is a moment of hope before the rest of the episode destroys you.

And as you do every time you watch this scene, you curl up as small as you can because it terrifies you how much they love one another, and how in the span of a year, something in that love dies.

That’s your biggest fear when it comes to Jungkook. You love him. He loves you. It’s a love so strong that it seems unbreakable, but somehow you feel like it could shatter at any second.

And as if it was practiced repeatedly, Jungkook’s fingers stop trailing your skin, a large tattooed arm snaking its way across your stomach to pull you closer to him. His legs tuck themselves behind yours, your back pressed perfectly against his chest, and his head resting just above yours as he whispers repeatedly in your ear how much he loves you.

You turn to face him, tucking your face into his shoulder after the two characters get drunk and return to Yi-Jin’s place. Jungkook smiles, knowing exactly what you’re doing, as he manages to grasp the remote that’s almost out of reach and turns the volume down so it can barely be audible.

“Life is precious. You know that, right? So, while we have the chance, let’s love each other with no regrets.” He quotes the lines perfectly, moving your hair out of the way to reveal a small smile forming across your lips. You both stay still, quietly listening for the scene to play out until it gets to the line you love to hear.

“Don’t pile up all that pain. Cheer up.”

You look up at him, your heart struggling to beat normally at the view of the man looking down at you right now like you’re his entire world.

“I love you in every way,” you whisper Yi-Jin’s line before Jungkook can, eyes lighting up at his big bunny grin.

“Me too, Bug. Me too.”

You snuggle in closer, both of you not caring to watch the rest of the episode because it makes you both sad.

“I wanna go to that spot someday…you think it’s in Seoul?” Your question is somewhat muted by your face being tucked into his neck, but you hear and feel him hum in response.

“It has to be.”

“We should go there one day.”

“Okay. I promise to find it and take you there, Bug.” You hum happily, wiggling closer to him, if that’s even possible, and falling asleep in his arms.

“Jungkook, where are we?” You don’t miss the grin that flashes across his face.

Like he was expecting you to ask that specific question.

“Somewhere with no people and a great view.” He says the line so calmly that you can barely bring yourself to react the way you want to. Instead, you hop around the natural overlook in excitement.

“You found it!! How did you find it? Was it hard?”

“Bug, do you know how often different Kdramas use the same filming locations?”

“Oh? What else was filmed here?”

“Couldn’t remember if I tried. It all blends together when you’re skimming through show after show to try to pinpoint it.”

“Wait, how many shows did you go through?!”

“Like ten. But hey, I found it! I promised I would, and I did.” He has such a proud goofy grin that you can’t help but jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck while his wrap around your waist.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Koo.” You lean in to kiss him, laughing when he starts to sway you back and forth, your feet dangling in the air.

When he sets you back down, Jungkook’s face changes from the happy and fun-loving one that you know and love to that one expression that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s the same expression he had when you first kissed. The same when you finally slept together. The same expression when he told you he loved you the first time.

That expression terrifies you.

You love it.

It’s the expression you never thought someone would look at you with.

“What?” You quietly ask, already losing yourself in his eyes.

“You have no idea how much time I spend thinking about you.”

“Okay, okay. Stop quoting the show.” You smirk, patting his shoulders playfully. But his arms tighten around your waist, bringing you closer.

“No, but really, Bug. I want to give you the world. And I get that this is still new. But I want you to know you’re it for me. The one I’d marry in a heartbeat the second you say you’re ready.”

You whisper his name softly, the feeling of the wind being knocked out of you becoming too much.

“I’m not proposing right now, y/n. Don’t worry, Bug.” He laughs softly, a hand coming up to cup your cheek that you immediately lean into.

“I’m just saying, or rather wondering, if in a year…if I bring you back here to this spot…” His free hand reaches down for your hand, thumb running over your ring finger. “If I get down on one knee with that ring I know you’ve been staring at since we started dating, that one with your favorite stone that may or may not already be in our apartment right now. If I did that…what are the chances of you saying yes and making me the luckiest man in the universe?”

It takes you a second to process his words, eyes searching his as you try to convince yourself this isn’t a joke. He’s not lying. He’s completely serious. But as you open your mouth to speak, he’s talking again, words sprinting past his lips.

“Wait. Before you say anything, I know you’re scared of the endless possibilities of the future and how we can’t predict it. But what I know is that right now, at this moment, you’re the only thing I see when I think about the future. When I think about my job and the opportunities I’m given, I think about you and how to make sure it works for both of us. When I think about family, I think about you and Bam. Every morning I wake up thinking about you and how to make you smile.” He finally takes a breath, smiling at you.

“Okay, now you can answer. Sorry.”

“Jungkook,” you laugh softly, “you are insane.”

“Guilty.”

“Sometimes, you jump straight into things without thinking. And sometimes you overthink things to the point of thinking the worst is real.”

“And which is it right now?” He asks quietly and nervously.

You watch him skeptically before giving a slight grin.

“Both,” you whisper.

“Koo, you could have asked me yesterday, and I would’ve said yes. You could ask right now, and I’d say yes. Next week? I’ll say yes. Next month? Yes. Three years from now? Hopefully, I’d still say yes.” Your grin grows wider as his eyes light up, nerves evaporating quickly.

“I meant it when I said it in Yoongi’s studio, Jungkook.”

“A great time, by the way.”

“Shut up.” You glare. Yes, you brought it up first, but every time there’s a mention of having sex in Yoongi’s studio, you want to hide under a rock forever.

“Sorry.”

“What I was saying is that you’re it for me, too.” Your hand wraps around the back of the one cupping your cheek, the other entwining with his other hand.

“Yes, I don’t like thinking about the future because it’s so unpredictable. But you have this weird ability to change how I view things. You made me unafraid to be close to someone, emotionally and physically. You make me believe there’s good in the world, that love can last and doesn’t always fail.”

You both sniffle at the same time, laughing at the unintentional synchronization.

“I love you, Jungkook. I doubt I will ever love anyone more than the way I love you. So yes, if you were to hypothetically bring me back to this hilltop next year and get down on one knee with that ring I’ve been staring at since we first started dating, actually well before we first started dating…” you take a deep breath. “Then I would say yes before you even finish your question.”

“Yeah?”

His lips meet yours before you can say the word back to him, both hands cupping your cheeks. You let out a small whimper, encouraging him to tilt his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

When you two start to lose breath, you hear a faint shouting from the city below. You pull away from him, your favorite goofy just kissed smile appearing, and turn around. He grabs the sides of his coat, wrapping you in it with his arms around your waist, keeping you close to his chest as you two join in on the countdown.

“FIVE!”

“FOUR!”

“THREE!”

“TWO!”

“I love you in every way,” he whispers quietly in your ear.

“ONE!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

You rest your head against his shoulder, letting him lean forward to kiss you into the new year. You jump a little at the sound of the fireworks going off across the city, making you both laugh.

“Right, Bug. You hate fireworks. Let’s get you home so we can start the new year off right, yeah?” His voice is low, sending a shiver down your spine, and you instantly know what he’s implying.

“And how should we do that, hmm?” You tease, letting him sway you back and forth in his arms.

“I have a few ideas…” he gives your neck a small bite, lips following you as you try to pull away with a giggle.

“Okay, okay, okay. Let’s go, and you can elaborate on these ideas somewhere warm.”

“Like the car?”

“…Okay.” You pull away from his arms, turning towards where you assume you two came from and ignoring his shocked expression.

“Wait, what? Did you just agree to car sex?” You shrug at his question, skipping away.

“Hey. ‘New year, new me’, right?” You call back, trying to contain the laughter as he grabs your hand with too much enthusiasm, running back to the car as fast as he can.

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Hello it is me again with the dose of long asks.

Shoko is a living terrarium in this world. Her body can photosynthesize and make the plants inside of her act like organs.

This is one of the reasons why Shoko uses they/them, it/its and identifies as agender. They do not feel like a single being, and they know that they would be done if the glass that protects the plants inside breaks. It feels as if it were not human enough or alive. And that... didn't feel that bad. Hence Shoko going hogwild in this department. Also bc it sounds so cool.

Shoko has a cork seal on their back. They can pull the cork off, and water the plants inside.

There was an incident where Peter B handed everyone lollipops. Shoko and Noir started to pretend they were cigarettes, and Peter B found it incredibly amusing. Legends say there is still a photo of that in his phone.

Canon JJK states that Nanami's favorite food is sandwiches. So imagine him in Nueva York making these as a midnight snack. But some people find out and "accidentally" wake up to share it with him. Especially Ham. Their body just sleepfloats into the kitchen as they smell fresh bread. Nanami isn't too happy, but it is nice to see people smile.

(Shit I forgot to mention, Nanami being 25 percent Danish is canon info)

For some reason, everyone does not seem to call Nanami by his given name, Kento. Shoko still calls Satoru and Suguru by their family names, and Yu and Nanami calls SaSiSu by their family names bc he is their junior.

Imagine Nanami meeting Eve for the first time. Eve is very happy to meet someone who has the same skin condition as her, while Nanami has mixed feelings of meeting the person he's been compared with for a long time.

(This has zero grounding in canon JJK) Nanami's parents/family each had the ability of being able to cut through things without scissors and being able to measure things without a ruler. Hence their child's powers.

Nanami is a Protestant Christian, since it is the dominant religion of Denmark. He isn’t religious, but he often says his blessings before dinner with Miles and Gwen since they are both Catholic. (Tbh none of them are super religious, but do so bc they are all homesick on various levels, and bc they saw Pav, Noir and possibly Peni do their own prayers after dinner.)

Yu's sister begged her brother to also take her to Nueva York, since she had a teeny bit of his powers. Yu strongly opposed this as a responsible brother. He thanked his own actions later after realizing how much of a shithole Nueva York was.

Yu seems like the person who wants to help people using his powers. So when his powers gave friends and/or family lung damage, he was extremely upset at himself, and wanted to go to Nueva York to learn to control his ash powers.

All of the JJK gang have special interests. Satoru likes astrophysics, Suguru is a philosophy nerd, Shoko is interested in Medicine and human anatomy, Nanami is a lit person, and Yu likes tokusatu kid TV shows.

Nanami and Yu have undiagnosed Autism and ADHD respectively. Nanami talks in a monotone voice, seems to be mostly expressionless (although he occasionally smiles), gives off jokes with a straight face and I believe if Dodo is autistic, his relative Nanami could be autistic too. Yu… (the vibes. It’s all in the vibes.) They both didn’t have much problems at school, so they never got diagnosed until being put into Nueva York.

Nanami as a result uses internal scripts when communicating with people. Or he just ignores them, since many of his peers at school were pretty mean to him due to his skin, his heritage and powers. Now he’s surrounded by a much more supportive group, but he still can’t drop the habit yet.

Suguru, although coming off as nicer than Satoru, is quite mean at times too, making snarky comments. This made Hobie hate the two even more (three if Shoko is included). Shoko even calls them "bastards” in JJK canon. (Maybe in this world, it would say that it is also a bastard, considering the scam they pulled off.)

Although Suguru and Satoru don't have curses to fight in this world, they often fight each other over minor things. It is banter and sometimes throwing hands. Quite a sight.

Speaking of throwing hands, Hobie had to teach everyone (except Noir, who already had some experience with street fighting) they knew would help in the Power Revolution how to do irl combat, since fighting supervillains or exorcising curses are not a thing in this world. It taught the gang to fight dirty as long as the injures that result aren't permanent or fatal. And the next thing they did was to figure out a new skillset bc the enemy knows what they can do.

The results were wild.

EG: Ham can now extend their power onto other people and buff their stats. For example, Ham thinks that Yu being able to poof into dust and teleport/superspeed like a Looney Toons character is funny. Now that ended up being in Yu's skillset. Or alter reality to a whole new level, for example by making the ground into soft marshmallow when someone was falling to their death.

Suguru can combine his contained powers to make a new one. Lighting, fire and water might be able to create a storm in a room. Or they can temporarily give powers to others, buffing them up. (Noir having ice shards in their wind can be more damaging than just wind, to make an example.)

Gwen can use notes drums to make more vibrations. Combine that with Hobie's guitar, it can have devastating effects.

Yu can now summon grass roots and use them to make his arms like SU Spinel. All sorts of grabbing and punching with extra damage.

Imagine Satoru having a mental breakdown after realizing that all this time, blues family/clan was treating blues like shit and not as a real person. Blue ends up creating a "realm" similar to Eve’s boss fight in Phase 5, band instead of being in a white void, it is just outer space, with stars everywhere. Everyone in the room except Suguru gets pinged out, freaking them out. Suguru has to talk to Satoru and tell him that he doesn't need to be the strongest and that people here don't see him as that. For them, blue is just Satoru. And that although he might be the strongest, now they won't have to face the world alone. This manages to relax Satoru enough that the realm disperses, with everyone else sighing in relief. And Pav commenting that he and his cousin had it worse before.

Then they realized that some of them have nowhere to go/do not want to go home after they escape. (I like to think that Hobie just wanted to escape with Miles and co, but after this incident, switches plans to go for a full blown Revolution.) Peni (kit kinda has a home but kits sure does not want to live with kits uncle and aunt), Margo, Gwen to some extent, Satoru and Shoko (she has neglectful parents who didn't stop their kid from smoking as a minor, and possibly tried to marry them into an unhappy marriage.)

Miles finds Satoru aesthetically attractive, and has sketched blues a few times. (The best expressions came from when Satoru was with Suguru.) Also Yu. A lot more than a few times.

Speaking of which… Miles/Gwen/Yu? (GhostAshFlower) They both bounce off each other’s energy very well, and love seeing the bright side of everything!

The counselors of Nueva York had to make another category for SaSiSu: Keter. (Taken from the SCP Foundation.) This is bc of their actions and the severity of their powers. (Yu is High-Mid while Nanami is also High-Mid.)

Meta: I love how this entire AU is just everyone saying “Nah. Imma do my own thing.” Maybe it’s rejecting societal expectations, familial expectations, personal expectations, and so on. Miguel could not do that, and that led him into becoming a control freak. Liv decided to go through with those expectations to fulfill her selfish desires. Even more meta is that this AU is also breaking the canon of all the shows in various ways, and it’s either going cringe or going creative. Idk which.

WOOO I AM CRINGE AND FREE THANK YOU

Welcome back with the long ask! (also fun fact, I have all my answers, except maybe the first one, of all these NSRxJJK asks on one document and it's up to 24 pages lol)

-Terrarium: That’s a pretty neat concept and reasoning as to why Shoko feels agender. I do think it would be fine if its glass cracked a little bit. That would be like how Nova’s glass cracks but would heal over time. However, fully breaking would definitely be a problem. Nova just has to worry about their head, Shoko on the other hand has to worry about its entire body. So it being more careful about their body is a lot more understandable than Nova with just his head.

Having to grapple with two very different elements as well (glass and plant, possibly three if you want to add some kind of light elemental) is also something that would help push Shoko into having weird feelings about their body and self. I think that would be similar to being a visually mixed person from our universe probably. I don’t know though.

Anyway, the cork on the back is also a cool idea! I wonder if it was natural or not. I can see either Shoko being born with it and it always being a part of their body, but I can also see it as something else. Either the cork was one of the plants that grew inside Shoko that naturally formed when Shoko’s back cracked open, and so is not a resealable part of their body, or it was an accommodation for Shoko after an accident and no matter how much time passed the wound would never close so the cork was put in there as like a place holder (cork is a natural bark type thing so it was the closest thing for Shoko’s body to recognize and accept).

As for the watering plants, I don’t think that is a necessary thing Shoko would have had to naturally do. Just eating and drinking would have given the proper water and nutrients to the plants inside its body, however, because there is a cork and direct access to Shoko’s plant innards, watering them and taking care of them directly is an option that can help Shoko out a lot more (so like manually pruning plants or something instead of waiting for their body to naturally take care of decaying leaves is an option Shoko has compared to other people who might be in a similar terrarium situation like Shoko).

-Lollipop: Eating lollipops actually seems to be a good way to reduce cravings for cigarettes, at least a little bit, so I can definitely see Noir and Shoko eating them more than others and at some point they realize they look like they are smoking and the two start to hold their pops like cigarettes and pretend to flick the ashes off and are just laughing while they play cigarette charades together.

Peter B would definitely try and find those candy cigarettes for the two to have fun while also eating some candy (which I can see the other arachnikids wanting to try them as well, some think the candy cigarettes are absolutely gross and stick with lollipops instead). Hobie also partakes in the candy replacements for cigarettes. The photo is definitely one that Peter B has and has to make sure Miguel doesn’t see it one day (and maybe Mary Jane if he gave Mayday Parker a little candy cigarette lol, if he didn’t you better believe Hobie did!)

-Sandwhiches: Ham just making a Scooby-Doo looking sandwich that is over a foot tall and eating it with Nanami. I don’t know what other sandwiches the others would eat, but some are eating regular sandwiches with meat and condiments, some are eating like fancy cucumber sandwiches, I can see a couple really goopy grilled cheeses being made.

Everyone having a good time but also kinda being grossed out by some of the combinations of sandwiches people eat. Like the fact that Hobie probably put butter on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for the first time thinking that is how Americans would eat it and is disgusted by it asking why Miles or Gwen likes this kind of rubbish only for them to say that butter is not supposed to go on that kind of sandwich (saw this kind of thing on tiktok lol, love seeing how different cultures react to different food norms).

-Family names: I’ll be honest, I thought Nanami was his given name and Kento was his surname. The wiki seems to keep switching them it looks like. Like the wiki says Kento Nanami and uses Nanami when referring to him so I thought Nanami was his given name. But then I see the little box with Nanami Kento, so yeah, I just got confused lol. It must have been weird seeing me be so formal with Kento, calling him by his surname while everyone else I was using their given names! XD (gonna now have to try and remember to call him Kento instead of Nanami lol).

Wait, so does that mean Shoko calls Satoru by Gojo and Suguru by Geto? Yu and Kento make sense why they would call SaSiSu by their family names, but I would have thought Shoko would have been close enough friends to call Satory and Suguru by given names. I will be honest though, I don’t know the culture of names in Japan all that well, so maybe this is actually really normal and I, as an American, just think it is weird to me (when it is not weird at all).

-Eve and Kento: Oh Eve would be thrilled to find another person with a similar skin condition to her outside of her family. I don’t think she would bring it up at all, because she hated when people brought up her skin at his age (and even older) but she would just be really happy to see another person not related to her with a similar condition.

Kento though, yeah he would definitely have mixed feelings. On one hand, this is just another person. Someone who had no idea who he was and the only thing connecting him to her is a similar skin condition. On the other hand, always being compared to her and never truly getting to be himself because people look at him and immediately think of a super famous megastar who acts weird, loopy, and out there is not something that would always be a joy.

I’m sure if he got to know Eve more any negative feelings that stem from past incidents of being compared to her would go away. Especially if he can get advice from her on how to handle being comfortable in his own skin instead of hating himself for it.

-Kento Parent Powers: Heck yea! Random headcanons with no backing from canon! Love to see it!

I honestly believe with these powers, Kento’s parents would make amazing construction workers or even technicians. I can see them being so proud of little kid Kento who is able to cut things and also measure things, but then they realize he can only do it at a 3-7 split. They probably got super disappointed and tried to see if Kento could do more or not, but were unsuccessful.

It probably hurt Kento a bit seeing his parents disappointed. I’m sure they tried to hide it, but he ended up seeing it anyway and so found creative ways to make his unique power work for him.

-Food Prayer: I do think it does depend on the meal itself. Like for breakfast I can see Gwen and Miles not saying a prayer at all, maybe Gwen will give a quick thanks, but she and Miles say their main prayer at dinner together. They would be happy to pray with Kento if he wanted to.

I think Kento, Yu, and the SaSiSu group would also say “itadakimasu” before most meals. Maybe Kento combines that and a more Christian prayer together in a combined culture/tradition kind of way or something.

Noir I can see as always, or as often as they can, giving the proper prayer or blessing for food before and after eating. Pav also says a blessing for the food he is about to eat.

I can see Peni being in a weird area with all of this. Because honestly I can see kit never really having done any kind of blessing, prayer, or thank you all that much other than major holidays, and even now kit really hadn’t done that. Seeing other Japanese people say itadakimasu and other Jewish people say blessings that she doesn’t really do probably makes her feel a bit weird and out of place at times. I can see kit trying to start doing prayers or giving thanks like kit is seeing everyone else do, but would be awkward about it and have to wonder why kit feels like this (it is most likely related to how kit accidentally killed kits own father and how that affected kits religious beliefs).

-Yu’s Sister: I honestly doubt his sister would even be allowed to go if her powers weren’t seen as a threat, or were at least under decent control for her age. But yes, she is lucky that Yu opposed it so much and made sure she wasn’t somehow allowed to tag along. (whenever he can he probably calls or video chats with her, which is probably not often because of timezones and sleep schedules since the like average time difference from Mexico to Japan would be about 9 hours).

-Yu’s Power: Oh it is absolutely horrifying to see someone not be able to breath (or to not be able to breath yourself) and think you are going to die. Absolutely horrifying, scary, and honestly something I never want to experience again (as someone with Asthma, thankfully I only had one Asthma attack strong enough to make me think I was actually suffocating and I never want to feel that again).

That being said, Yu, once he realized what his powers could potentially do, would absolutely be terrified to use them again. Especially if he literally saw people suffocating because of his ashes. I can see HIM begging to go to Nueva York so he would never do something like that again (and those were just short term problems, we have no idea what long term problems Yu’s powers could end up doing to someone).

-Special interests: Oh those are all really good interests! The only one I have something to add really is Yu’s with kids TV shows. It would be funny if he knew some English (or any other language) because he watched a kids TV show in the native language. Kinda like how some people learn how to speak other languages from watching shows and movies in different languages. Don’t know why that was something I thought of but it was.

Actually, also I guess it would be funny if Satoru had read some of Nova’s papers that had been translated into Japanese. Definitely would want to talk directly to Nova to ask about his papers at some point. Maybe learns Maylay just to do this, or like Swahili or English. Literally any language so that he can directly talk to Nova about this stuff (and then finds out Nova knows some Japanese thanks to the Sayu Crew)

-Autism and ADHD: Purl and Kento. The two are shaking their extremely autistic hands together. Dodo is also probably autistic honestly. Also, good for those two for not struggling in school (or at least not having problems in school)!

-Internal Scripts: Honestly I feel this. I always try to make a script when talking or something, otherwise my anxiety gets to me (so different but similar). Hopefully Kento can let his guard down and unmask more now that he has more support (while still being able to do his quirky stuff that makes him feel safe like making scripts).

-Bastards: Hobie would definitely get annoyed at some of the mean spirited comments when they are directly at people like… “lower” than them. That isn’t the right word, like. People who can’t stand up for themselves! That’s a better way to put it. Because Hobie is definitely also snarky and can be pretty mean as well, but they also know when to uplift and help others (while still being snarky).

And yeah, I can see Shoko calling the two bastards still, but kinda refusing to see that it is also a bastard at the same time. Kinda being a hypocrite or in denial of what it did during the scam (which is just it trying to deny how badly it hurt someone. That isn’t something it is really ready to confront yet and so puts a lot of the blame/meanness onto Satoru and Suguru, and others).

-Throwing hands: Hobie would definitely have to find a way to do this without tipping off Miguel or any of the counselors because it is one thing to do fighting as exercise, it’s another to teach street fighting and how to fight dirty. Especially if Hobie is teaching it since they have been trying to start shit in Nueva York since day one. Maybe Peter B. was able to get Hobie some free time outside and the whole gang were able to hang out outside of Nueva York where these little training sessions take place.

As for all the buffs and combined powers, those are all super interesting! Honestly I would love it if Miles was the one who suggested it. Because honestly I can see Hobie trying to teach everyone how to fight (maybe Pav already had some experience with controlled fighting styles and was able to show off some cool moves on how to redirect attacks or something as well), but everyone just wanted to fight each other in practice. No one thought to combine powers or anything like that until Miles chimed in thinking it would be cool to do so.

And that is how we got all those cool power combinations, and even more!

-Satoru’s Realm: It would be kinda cool if Pav had to be the one to escort Suguru into Satoru’s mind because of his powers, but it also makes sense that Satoru would just want everyone out and away from blue except the person blue trusted the most, Suguru.

Either way, Suguru would have been able to help Satoru relax like you said. I don’t honestly think Pav would compare traumas and powers, at least not right after that moment. Actually, he probably would. Trying to make the mood lighter or something, so it was said in a jokey kind of manner but it probably would have been received in a little bit of poor taste.

Though honestly, Pav and Satoru could now try to help each other with this as Satoru never really had a realm before. So now Pav and Satoru, with supervision from counselors (probably Olivia), are allowed to try and make small realms to get better control of their powers.

-Nowhere to go: Pav just going to Vinyl City to see Eve and Remi with a bunch of these friends like a parade of homeless teens looking for help lol /j

But honestly, I can see a lot of them following each other trying to figure out where to go from here after the revolution. Margo would probably follow Hobie, especially if she was able to get her parents permission (which would be easy). Gwen would try to follow Miles and if that didn’t work (because of Miles parents or something), she would follow Hobie to Vinyl City (since that is where Ex-Jay is and Hobie really just wants to see its friends before doing anything else).

Peni is probably stuck in a weird spot again. Not wanting to go to kits aunt and uncle but also not really being able to just run away like how Gwen is doing. Honestly, if Peni is able to somehow figure out Asa is faer cousin, that would give Peni more autonomy to try and not go back to faer aunt and uncle (like saying kit wants to be closer to kits maternal side). This would mean Peni could travel with Hobie and Gwen to Vinyl City and Asa would help out Peni as much as he could.

Noir is most likely gonna go and hang out with Ham. Ham is probably the only one of the arachnikids (other than Miles) who has a loving place to go home, and Ham and Noir are definitely good enough friends that Ham would invite Noir to crash as her place for a while.

Miles goes home but tries to figure out a way to go to Vinyl City (like the college, music, and tech stuff there) so he can be closer to Gwen before her dad ends up finding her.

SaSiSu just like, don’t go back home. Suguru could go back home, but I don’t see him leaving Satoru, and Satoru can’t just crash as Suguru’s place. Blues family would be so fast to try and get their kid back (and force blue into living a shitty controlled life).

Yu and Kento go home. Definitely nothing is going to stop Yu from seeing his little sister again and I’m sure Kento would love to see his fam again even if sometimes they don’t see eye to eye.

-Miles’ Drawings: Miles is probably gonna need a lot more sketchbooks because he is definitely filling them up quickly with all the inspiration he has around him at the moment lol.

-GhostAshFlower: With how grumpy and moody Gwen was at the beginning of the second movie (for good reasons) having two constant rays of sunshine around her would be a really good thing. Also Yu going “Hi! This is my boyfriend Miles! And his girlfriend Gwen! :D”

-Ranking: Yo! That is literally how I was able to come up with the ranking system for Nueva York lol! I love SCP so much and was a direct inspiration for the ranking system.

I wouldn’t say they would make a new category, but those three would definitely be the highest of the high most dangerous. If they do make a new category it would probably be an additional thing like “Extreme” or “Caution” added into the notes/title/ranking in the system. Really the ranking system is for categorization and easy filing. So adding an extra extreme or caution would be a better idea than having a whole new category for only three members (because then you have to go in and see if anyone else fits that kind of category which is just more work and it can be done but honestly people don’t want to do extra work lol).

Also Yu and Nanami seem about right. Maybe Nanami is just mid (lol) at the moment because he hasn’t actually shown he can cut people into 3-7 splits yet. Once Nueva York realizes that is a part of his power you better believe he is going from mid to high immediately.

-Meta: lol, who cares if this is cringe or not. Literally just say “Nah. Imma do my own thing” and keep making this cringe if it makes you happy! It’s making me happy! I don’t see this as cringe because of that lol! It’s a super fun AU and does show how people can fall into expectations. Some people are happy with it (like Liv), some people aren’t (like how Peni, Gwen, and all the other spiders weren’t happy with their canon storylines in the movie), and some want to write their own story! Sometimes expectations are good, but not when they start to control and make you unhappy (*coughMiguelcough*).

Anyway, this was all really good! Cringe or not! Having a fun and safe place to talk about some silly AU like this is the type of environment I want to keep making! Cringe culture should be dead! (it isn’t but we just need to keep killing it lol)

#nsrtalk #spidertalk #jjktalk #eriverse #eritalks #noart #asks

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meefy · 8 months

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anyway starting tomorrow there is a very good chance this becomes 90% a jjk blog. happy shibuya eve everyone!

#meefyspeaks

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litrallymadlad · 2 months

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42.

BUT SINCE NOT A LOT OF HXH OR JJK FOLKS FOLLOW ME, just know that the entire series actually makes a lot more sense in my original lesbian version of the fics PFFFF

BASICALLY the series is gonna be about a family of all girls and it starts with the middle child Eveline AKA VINNY. And all the names end in -line and it starts with Vinny because EVE. AS IN ADAM AND EVE?? FIRST WOMAN OR WUTEVA EVE?? they aren’t the same but I think that coincidence is excellent anyway

EVE’S ROOMMATE IS A DEMON FROM HELL ☠️ WUH OH 🤪 and demons can basically tell anyone to do anything and they just DO IT but Vinny’s family is like weirdly immune to it? It’s basically like temptation on CRACK but Vinny’s like “UM, YOU CAN’T JUST STEAL THINGS FROM STORES. OR TAKE THINGS FROM PEOPLE.” and her roommate (Myka) is like “UM… BUT THEY OFFERED. It’s not stealing if they offer it to me 🤔” but it gets Myka thinking and Myka (the demon) is like super fascinated with humans and wants to adapt so Vinny’s like lowkey teaching her how to be human and-

FLASH FORWARD THEY’RE TRIPPING ON ACID NOW 🤡 AND VINNY’S OLDER SISTER ADELE SHOWS UP WUH OH 🤪 THEY GET INTO A FIGHT. VINNY’S ALL “RAH I COULD KILL YOU /j” but Myka’s like “omg do it” and because she’s inebriated Vinny like considers it but is like “um… no” so Myka KILLS VINNY’S OLDER SISTER ADELE. VINNY LOSES HER MIND LICHRALLY SHE BECOMES BRAINWASHED BY MYKA (by accident, just silly quirky girly things) AND SINCE MYKA IS A DEMON, it’s ILLEGAL in Hell for demons to actually kILL HUMANS (they can tempt humans to kill each other but they themselves aren’t allowed to) so MYKA’S HANDLERS SHOW UP.

and basically Myka is a demon made for the Prince of Greed and all the Princes are women but a la Locked Tomb Prince you know what oim sayin bruv there’s something so AWESOME about women with the title Prince. Anyway the Prince, Myka, and the two demons are like their own little family of four.

And since Myka and Vinny are attending a university that has, like, a philosophy-department-to-theology-divination-pipeline, there’s a lot of SEMINARY STUDENTS. The one super scary demon is Salem (in human form kind of resembles Sailor Uranus) and she becomes, like, ENTHRALLED by this one nonbinary priestly character and is OBSESSED with the idea of them but basically what I’m trying to say is that Salem used to belong to the Prince of Lust and is overtly sexual in nature but throughout the first book Salem learns about platonic love, Myka learns about romantic love, and the other demon (Ero) learns about sexual love and I think that’s beautiful.

And then the Prince is just The Prince, suffering always. I love her. She’s like my fav she’s ace (a surprising number of characters are actually ace PFF the second eldest sister is Lenny and she’s ace) and the Prince’s plotline is basically, like… losing access to everyone she loves… and then Ero sort of experiences the same thing but that’s definitely a punishment thing. The Prince losing everyone is just a consequence of coming of age and growing up and having a life separate from your friends YOU KNOW??? Like, the Prince is happy for all her gal pals but if she could trap them all in jars and keep them in her collection she would.

ALSO DID I MENTION THAT VINNY AND ADELE’S GRANDMA IS A HOT MILF PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR AT THE UNIVERSITY???

#wow that’s a whole lotta nothing I just spewed #biblically inaccurate fairy tales #anon #countdown #ask

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getouuu · 10 months

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HAPPY JJK SEASON 2 EVE EVERYONE

#I’ll do this everytime a ep about to drop ..I have a folder with cursed stsg stuff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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shesinmy · 2 years

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spending the new year with jjk, please! :D ♡

JJK NEW YEAR'S EVE DATE

1. Gojo Satoru: he takes you to your favorite restaurant and buys you an elegant outfit because he wants to see the most beautiful part of you. He doesn't lose the opportunity and, even though he is hot as fuck in his tuxedo, he's wearing a 2022 glasses. Before the midnight, he takes you to somewhere exclusive and holding you by your waist, he lifts you up to the sky kissing you with the fireworks close behind.

2. Nanami Kento: he wants to cook the meal and he dies when you join him. This is the best part of the day. You two cooking together, sharing a whine and nibbling something here and there. Then you get ready and for sure wear marvelous clothes for your private meal. Until midnight, you talk about everything, from silly to profound topics. He opens the champagne and you share a passionately kiss at the balcony of your apartment.

3. Itadori Yuji: he takes you to where the city normally celebrate the date. He goes all out wearing the 2022 glasses and even a shirt or a hoodie. He probably buys everything that passes trough your way, he just loves the food and drinks they sell on the streets on events like these. By the time of the countdown, you are in the middle of the crowd but you forget all about it the moment he holds your hand and kisses you softly on the lips with that big smile of his.

4. Fushiguro Megumi: this boy had to do a lot of research so he could find that beach you are now. He was able to find a beach where there's only a few group of people and you two can enjoy the sound of the sea and at the same time watch the fireworks show. He puts his jacket around your shoulder and rests his hand on your waist. He is in love looking at your amazed expression. He can't hold back and kisses you before midnight, holding your chin lightly while he puts all his love into that kiss.

5. Kugisaki Nobara: well, this girl takes you to the top V.I.P. party of the town. So she's ready in the middle of the afternoon with a long pretty dress waiting for you in front of your door. At the party, expects lots of videos, drinks, food and dance. She is so beautiful that you two can't get your hands off each other. 00:00 she gives you a cinematographic kiss.

6. Inumaki Toge: he was anxious for it since Christmas. He takes you to a quiet place with a beautiful view of the town. He brings you a blanket so you don't feel cold. He probably joins you too. Mostly because he wants to be close to you then because he is cold. You two opens your champagne and waits, cuddling, the countdown. He gives you a warm smile and kisses you after the midnight. He draws lots of hearts on your hand saying how much he loves you.

7. Okkotsu Yuta: he takes you to a park where you two can extend a blanket and do your new year's eve picnic. He brings everything you love to eat and he spends the whole night cuddling with you. Expects a shy confession about how much you made his year better and happier and that this is the one of many more together. Also can't hold on until midnight and kisses you by the time the countdown begins. And the kisses are fire!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

#jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu headcanons #jujutsu reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #itadori x reader #megumi x reader #kugisaki x reader #inumaki x reader #okkotsu x reader

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bontens-new-executive · 2 years

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* the 200 event <3 *

fem!reader x character plz

* stories please *

character 1

Mikey.

* evening *

I love his playfulness. He knows when to be serious and when to let loose and have fun. He's affection, persistent and has many 'secrets' or 'sides' to uncover and decode so I know he'll keep me on my toes. I absolutely adore his hair and how straight it is (i envy him.) He's body type isn't muscular and huge. it's that of a teenage boy. (one that can kick ass) I also love that he wears traditional clothing with pride, without being embarrassed and how he spent Emma's birthday with her. His ability to fight and protect others just makes me swoon and the fact that I'd damn well join some of his fights excites me. I also love his dominant side. He's like a wolf yk? playful but territorial.

character 2

Megumi.

* night *

I love his eyelashes and his dark eyes. It's like a void you could get lost in. I also love how he chose to save itadori and put his butt on the line for him in the first ep of jjk, very heroic. He's also really clever and knows how to fight which is so cool. Also he's a dog person which just makes everything better. With Megumi, i feel like it's all or nothing with him. And his honesty makes me melt. I love people who are considerate of others but I love the cold hard truth way more. Now in comparison to Mikey, I'd be the one to keep him on his toes and not the other way around, since he's labeled as 'boring' I feel like Megumi would do the littlest things like sharping your pencil and polishing your shoes and expect me to pick it up instantly that he likes me. Megumi is like a puzzle, put all the pieces together and you'll see the bigger picture.

character 3

Iwazumi.

* midday *

I love how Iwazumi isn't afraid to be 'violent' and 'irritable' it's honestly one of my favorite things about him. His anger issues just make me love him more. I love Oikawa and Iwazumi's friendship dynamic. "The twink and tank." Dont get me started on Iwazumi's eyes. sheeeesh. nevermind that he's in a volleyball anime but damn and trust, Iwa is no fool either. he's in his senior year which makes him pretty damn smart. Like 'Iwazumi Hajime 27 athletic trainer.' don't that just make you feel in some other type of way cuz damn. Iwa's like a gentle giant once you knock the wall's down yk.

my favorite activities...it's probably something to do with shopping. although it's tiring and expensive...not to mention CLAUSTROPHOBIC...it's pretty fun looking at all the pretty stuff in the windows and trying to figure out what to buy for everyone. Another favorite Christmas activity is probably swimming/sneaking alcohol. Since it's Summer in December (where i live lol.) it's always so. hot. and we end up making all sorts of things like vodka popsicles, jello shots and quick meals like sandwiches to eat by the pool. normally, I'm on sandwich and music duty :)

my favorite thing about Christmas is how everyone is together. even though 1 or 2 people are fighting, we'll still sit together on Christmas eve/Christmas morning and open gifts, drink, eat, dance etc. I honestly just want everyone to be happy and together and yk...the presents are good too.

thank you so much and congrats on 200<33

Christmas and 200 follower event

Note: sorry for making it this late :/ hope you like it tho :)

Requests Masterlist event Christmas playlist

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Mikey - fun in the water

Oh bestie I just knOw that mikey loves swimming and playing in the pool/at the beach

You wanna sneak alcohol somewhere? Count him in.

He's one to really enjoy himself anywhere no matter if it's lowkey or if people will look or even judge

Mikey is just focused on the people who he's with

His only goal is to make it the best time for everybody, especially you

He will absolutely throw you into the water, no doubt

But will also make sure that you won't get hurt

Mikeys a clingy baby, so he'll be attached to you a lot

And when he's about to do a cool flip or something, he'll make you watch him

He's very proud and happy to show you what he can do

He's adorable

He's also one to steal a kiss and then run away to embarrass you/catch you off guard

Megumi - shopping (dates)

For him I think that he'd take you shopping form time to time

Being used to nobara forcing him, he's an expert at going shopping

Whenever you mention something specific you like, he'll keep it in mind and look out for it

Either buy it for you or tell you that he found where to buy it

Megumi would absolutely buy you little snacks throughout the day that you two can share

Avoids talking about you to nobara because he knows that she'll plan something

But at the same time he's going to look for some kind of advice from her

I get the feeling that while out with you he'd be pretty quiet and kind of nervous

But if you look closely you can see his faint blush whenever you loop your arm around his

Or his smile whenever you happily eat the snacks he bought

Oh, also bc you mentioned his lashes, this has nothing to do with this but imagine him naming on your lap just right so you can admire his lashes ✋

Iwaizumi - sandwich preparations

Iwaizumi is so sweet but he struggles to show it in the cutest way

He will absolutely help you making sandwiches bc he know that if it was anyone else, it woukd take hours to get done

he's one to stand behind you while reaching uo for a plate, chest pressed against you back

Then when you turn around, lips nearly touching, he'd back off and thats when you can see him blushing

He'd scold you going "you should've waited until I had the plate, idiot"

Not that he actually minded it

While you're making the sandwiches he'd take a second to admire you, watching you do your thing. Bringing a soft amike to his lips

He's so absolutely soft for you

Iwaizumis is the type of guy to kiss you on the cheek randomly bc "I just wanted to appreciate you"

Oikawa is going to annoy you two and teaste Iwaizumi so much ✋

#iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushigiro megumi #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey sano

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stanurines1mp · 2 years

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I Love You So

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader (she/her)

type: angst

an: sorry this is pretty short :| just realized i didnt actually have an idea until i started writing it. so its a little messy. sorry about that :( if u have any requests, let me know. also, def expect more content. might start a few JJK ones too eheh. inspired by the song I Love You So by The Walters.

warnings: angst, internalized misogyny (slightly), drinking alcohol but they're all 21++, y/n lowkey being a bitch, mentions of eren and jean being the hottest people ever, let me know if i missed anything :)

Part one -- Alternate Ending 2

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Why?

Why did out of all people, your first love had to be Armin Arlert?

Because even after months of calling it quits, he still had you in a chokehold.

It's been about a week since you and your friends were introduced to Armin's new girlfriend. And though you kept up a facade of happiness, a fake look of relief for your ex-boyfriend, a complexion of lies, you still felt like crawling into a deep hole to live out your days.

Because you couldn't bear seeing the love of your life being happy with someone else. Someone who wasn't you.

But why?

Why were you feeling so petty? Why were you feeling so cruel?

You loved Armin and you should be happy for him to have found someone, right? You should. But why aren't you?

Instead, you're wallowing in self-pity, the thoughts in your head only centered around Armin. God, why did he have to bring her home?

Why did he have to introduce her to you and your friends?

Why did he have to look at her like that? Like how he used to look at you.

Why did he have to talk to her like that? Like how he used to talk to you.

Why did he have to touch her like that? Like how he used to touch you.

Why did he have to love her like that? Like how he used to love you.

No.

No way.

He loved you more. Of course he did. He did, right? You wanted to believe it so. Because you loved him. More than you could ever love anyone.

So he had to feel the same way. How could he not? You were his first love. He had to love you. More than he loved her.

The words rapped in your head, again and again. Your unwillingness to let go of the man overwhelming any sense of rationality.

You sighed, hearing your phone buzzing nonstop from the group chat. You let out a groan when the vibrations kept on going, disrupting your Armin-centric thoughts. You roughly clutched the edges of your phone and swiped to open the chat.

Eren: YO

Eren: where's everyone?

Jean: what do u want jaeger

Eren: party y'all

Eren: sasha got us invites

You: Sasha?? Invites?? How??

Sasha: don't underestimate me, children

Conny: sorry mom-

Mikasa: ew

Jean: yeah ew

Armin: hey guys

Eren: ARMIN

Eren: MY LOVE

Mikasa: fuck off Ren

You: yo, mika, u okay?

Mikasa: Eren's getting on my nerves

You: welcome to the club babe :|

Eren: HEY

Eren: THQTS MEAN

You: learn how to spell bby

Jean: living for the eren slander

You: JASHKJDHKJSDHFHSK FR

Sasha: so party? yes? no?

Conny: YES OBVIOUSLY

Mikasa: sure but only so i can slap the fuck out of eren

You: kinky-

You: but im down ig

Mikasa: shut up

You: aight imma shut up before u add me to your list

Jean: im down too

Eren: Min??

Armin: is it okay if Eve comes too?

You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt annoyed at the mention of her name. You had no idea why. She was a nice girl. Sweet and nice and pretty. But God, why did she have to have him?

Eren: course its okay

Mikasa: yeah

You: yeah that's a weird question Min

No, it wasn't fucking okay.

You wanted to scream that. But of course, you didn't.

God, your head was spinning, brain non-stop thinking of a way to make Armin realize that he still loved you. Because isn't it too soon for him to love someone else?

Once everyone agreed to come along to the party, you had a small plan set in motion. A plan that's going to make Armin realize that he still loves you.

Was it petty?

Absolutely.

But were you still going to go with it?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

So you made sure that your outfit for the night was one that was sure to catch Armin's attention. Pretty light blue dress, his favorite color.

It was the color of the eyes, that's why you love blue. But he loves the color blue because it reminded him of the ocean. And a pearl necklace was clasped around your neck, matching your tight dress.

You waited for the night to arrive, and not long after the agreed time, Jean's car honked outside your house. You entered the passenger seat, a wicked smile toying the ends of Jean's lips at the sight of you.

"Looking good, Y/N," he chuckled teasingly, eyes straight on the road as he began driving.

"Don't you have a girl?" You laughed.

"Just complimenting you," he added before joining in your small laughter.

Soon, you both arrived at the location Sasha sent. The party seemed like a usual frat party. You weren't overdressed but you'd probably stand out in the crowd.

But you didn't care.

You didn't care if everyone saw you. You just wanted Armin to see you.

"Shit, Y/N, you look hot," Eren greeted you with a flirty smirk.

"I know," you smiled cockily.

"Save me a dance later, huh?" Eren teased.

"Where's Mikasa? I'm waiting for her to slap your ugly face," you retorted, earning a deep chuckle from Jean who approached from behind you.

"I'm gonna go get some drinks. You want?" Jean offered, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes please," you quipped happily.

Soon, the next thing you knew, you were sandwiched between Eren and Jean on the dance floor. Jean's right hand rested on your right hip, pulling your body flushed against his front while Eren's right hand was placed on your left hip.

Both the men were towering over you, their warm breaths laced with alcohol, much like yours, were ghosting over your cold skin. The contrast of temperature increasing the tingles across your body.

Their hips matched the rhythm of your sways to the beat of the music. Occasionally, one of them would crack a joke, and you'd be too buzzed to actually understand but you're too buzzed that you laughed anyway.

You had to admit, you were sure the scene of you in between your tall friends was a scene that could get you on your knees but you also knew that you wouldn't do that.

Because you didn't want them. You wanted him.

In all his blond glory; Armin Arlert.

So from across the dance floor, you watched as Eve had her back against Armin's chest, his arms draped over her shoulders.

A sweet smile on the girl's complexion. A smile much too different than the seductive smirk you had on for Armin's view.

Armin was smiling, too. As the night went on, your eyes were glued onto Armin as if you'd go blind if he left your sight even for a second.

Occasionally, his eyes would meet yours. Every time he did, he'd smile at you. And you wanted to believe that his smile got bigger every time. Because you were sure yours did.

But Armin knew better.

At first, he let it slide. At first, he just thought maybe you were just having fun at the party. Then when you danced with Jean and Eren, he had to admit. He was a little jealous. But again, he let it slide.

But when your eyes were lingering on him the whole time, your firey gaze burning holes through his entire body, he knew what you were doing. And he knew he had to do something.

So when multiple songs had ended and started, he excused himself from Eve, leaving her on the dance floor. An excuse given was that he was going to refill their drinks.

You caught his eyes as he walked away, legs walking towards the kitchen. In his eyes, you caught his signal.

"Sorry boys, but I'm gonna go get another drink," you cleared your throat, your drunk friends disconnecting their hands from your body.

You left the two men, not really caring whether they'd continue dancing or not. And you followed him.

He headed to the kitchen and so did you. You realized no one was there. Did he purposely choose a spot where he knew would lack the presence of other figures? What was he planning? The questions bombarded your mind. Did your plan work?

"I know what you're doing, Y/N," his voice fished you out of your questions-filled mind.

"What?" You questioned, deciding to play an innocent facade.

"It's not working," he sighed tiredly.

You could feel your heart break all over again. After everything, did he really not love you anymore?

"What are you talking about?" Your voice was not the one of faux-innocence but an exact truth of pain.

"Y/N, you need to stop what you're doing," he breathed out with disappointment. "We broke up, you have to accept that."

"Armin," you softly uttered, eyes beginning to form a wall of glass-like shield. "Don't you still love me? Did you just forget about me?"

"Of course not," he frowned, offended that you could think such a thing. "I loved you but we're broken up. We decided. It was for the best," he persuaded, reminding you of the night of your biggest msitake. "You need to let me go."

You couldn't.

A tear had escaped the end of your right eye. Your lips trembled at the sound of his words.

They weren't cruel. No, Armin could never be cruel.

Yet here he was, asking for you to let him go.

Could you ever do that?

Would you ever do that?

"But I love you so-"

"Please let me go."

Once again, he left you.

Standing alone in the kitchen of a house that belonged to a person you didn't even know, he left you.

Standing alone with a broken mended heart, he left you.

Standing alone as the words you shared with him previously echoed in your head, he left you.

Again and again. Like an incantation of a curse that was meant to chase any form of happiness from your life.

But I love you so.

Please let me go.

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satorinnie · 3 years

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love and war

pairing; gojo satoru x f!reader

genre; angst

wc; 3,6k

warnings; jjk manga spoilers

notes; i think its obvious the ending is a bit rushed but i still tried my best :/ got the motivation to write the ending but then lost it again...but i wanted to post it today so here it goes. would love to hear feedback on it!

it wasn’t meant to play out like this. no, he wasn’t meant to find out about it, not like this at least.

that was the last thing you ever wanted.

everything was going so fine, maybe too fine, but still, nonetheless, things were perfect between the two of you just this morning. how did it come to this?

he was looking at you, blindfold off, crescent blue eyes reflecting each emotion he held so so openly. the only times you saw him this vulnerable was when the two of you had talked about his past, his regrets, and what if’s. his eyes were full of adoration at that time, looking at you like you were a pure blessing from the heavens, an angel sent to save him from his drowning thoughts, to let him be himself.

but now, now they were looking at you with so much hurt, anger, regret, and oh so heartbroken.

you had seen, witnessed, first-hand what the receiving end of gojo’s furious gaze ended with. it wasn’t pleasant, that’s for sure, and you had sworn to yourself you would never be on the receiving end of it.

oh, how the tables have turned.

it was understandable why he was so mad; god knows you would be too. because you, who had delicately pieced back his broken heart and trust after the events of getou, had now broken it, by your very own hands at that.

how did it all come to this? you had no idea. you knew starting a relationship with him was wrong and off-limits from the very beginning, but the temptation had surpassed your rationality just like eve when she bit the apple. you never thought you’d fall this deep down the hole, so deep that you forgot–no, ignored your true mission.

to monitor gojo satoru and sukuna’s vessel and kill them when you got the order.

it was last year when the head sorcerers in england had given you this mission. if gojo was unbeatable and unrivaled in japan, you were the same in england. perhaps your curse technique wasn’t as strong as his, but it was versatile and a very reliable technique.

after itardori yuuji became the only sukuna’s vessel, japan wasn’t the only country sour about the thought of it; in fact, it had caused a panic in europe as well. and as england was the country that ruled the jujutsu world in europe, you were assigned with monitoring the vessel and the owner of the six eyes. they wanted their eyes and hands on the boy with the infinity.

but you befriending everyone there, joking with the curse himself, and becoming lovers with the one and only gojo satoru was definitely not how you planned for things to go. it spelled trouble from the beginning, getting close to the shaman who had an ego and power rivaling the gods. but, unfortunately, you were now too deep to just leave without explaining everything to him, and even hoping for a chance that he’d forgive the lies you fed him throughout your times together was a little farfetched.

how could you make him believe that everything you said was genuine, and out of true love? the answer was you couldn’t because the betrayal in his eyes was enough for you to gulp down those hopes, taking a deep breath to prepare for the argument that was about to come. “look–satoru, please let me explain and don’t jump to conclusions.” you lifted your hands in front of you as an act to calm him down, walking closer to him with a futile attempt to hold his hands.

“explain what?” a laugh escaped his throat, one mixed with desperation and madness, “that everything between us was a lie? a mission for you? how do you plan on slithering your way out of this now, huh?” his voice rising with each word he was spitting out of his mouth.

you were desperately trying to keep up the expression that you had everything together, when in fact, you didn’t at all. your hands were starting to shake because you were scared of losing the man in front of you whom you were utterly in love with. the boy with the infinity held your heart in his palms, and he had no idea about it. “nothing was a lie, alright! i know how that document looked, and i can’t lie and tell you that isn’t true, but my love for you is–”

“keep those fucking lies to yourself y/n–you know, everyone knows already. megumi, yuuji, maki, even shoko–”

“stop cutting me, gojo! i know it might be unforgivable, but you have to believe me when i say i forgot about the mission. i love you, okay? i am undeniably and utterly in love with you, and that’s why i’ve been ignoring every call, every message they’ve been sending me about the task because i can’t do it!” you were screaming now, hands in the air, trying to voice out every single emotion you were feeling in that moment.

“well, it’s too bad that i don’t love you anymore! you know, i’ve known about this for a few weeks now and was hoping you’d open up to me about it, but–”

you froze at his last sentence.

“–you what? so you’re telling me that everything that happened in between us during those weeks was an act? all fake? you were just waiting for me to open up so you could what, break my heart in a more grand way?” now you had to give it to him, not only was he secretly smart, he was also a great actor who had you fooled for weeks now. the room was silent after your words, both your eyes staring deep into each other; you, waiting for his answer.

and you watched as he opened and closed his mouth, not sure how to answer your question. but you knew what that meant; with his hesitance, you had found your answer. breaking your eye contact, you looked down at the floors of the home you used to share; you could hear your heart shattering into millions of pieces with just the sound of his breathing.

“alright,” you whispered into the air. running your hand over your face, you leaned back against the kitchen counter. “so how will this go? are you going to let me go or are we gonna have a full-on fight right now? or is everyone already waiting outside the door to capture me?” you were doing your best to avoid eye contact, it was already too heard keeping your tears from falling, and you knew one more look at the eyes you loved so much would break you.

there was silence for a few minutes, but in your eyes, a few minutes was an eternity long. the fact that he was debating the question you left was heartbreaking already. but you weren’t afraid to fight; you had come to japan prepared for the worst-case scenario, and getting to know satoru up close, you believed you had a fair chance at winning.

“–im giving you twenty-four hours to leave this country. if you don’t–you know what’s to happen.” this had you lifting your head in the speed of lightning, eyes wide mouth agape, you could only watch as gojo satoru left your shared house without sparing you a single glance.

he was oblivious to how he carried your heart out the door when he left you stranded in the middle of the kitchen.

it was an hour after your discussion, and you were still in the same spot he left you. still standing, still too paralyzed to move. the reality of things being over was just starting to weigh on you, but you knew you had to start packing because not only gojo; but england was going to be after you too.

you failed the mission. and you didn’t plan on returning back.

war is a slippery slope. what would you do? becomes what will you do? becomes what have you done?

looking around the now-empty home, you built with gojo; tears started falling from your hallow eyes. so many memories resurfaced in one moment; it was overwhelming. the day your first saw him when he was trying to crack a joke at nanami to get him to smile. or the time he first asked you out admitting he had found you a force to be reckoned with and how you had managed to bewitch him. the day you accepted, the day he made you see stars behind your eyes from pure bliss. the day he proposed living together. the day you danced around the living room with his obnoxious music playing at the back, head laid against his chest humming to the melodies. how you felt like a family when you saw him and the students act so close–

how long has it been? how long have you been pushing your actual task behind the lies and excuses you fed yourself. was that person you? the ever so stone-hearted y/n breaking her facade for the boy with infinity.

my god, my god, whose performance am i watching? how many people am i? who am i? what is this space between myself and myself?

it was all getting too much. when had you fallen down the hole to never leave again? should you be grateful, or should you curse the fact that despite all misfortune, you can still feel love and unearthly love but still for earthly objects?

finally getting a grip on yourself, your feet moved down the hall to your shared bedroom, and without wasting a glance at his side, you quickly started to pack your stuff to leave japan.

gojo wasn’t doing well himself. he thought he had finally found true happiness after all the loss he had to go through, and it all turned out to be nothing but an act built on lies. after he left your shared home, he had wandered around in the streets with no destination in mind and the cold chilly air blowing past him. his blindfold was still off, the moon making his crystal blue eyes shine even more, still with unshed tears at the brink of it—a dam about to break.

he knew he lied to you when he told you he didn’t love you anymore and only hoped the years of the facade he had to keep up was enough to fool you into believing his words when in fact, it was the very opposite. he loved you so much–so much that it broke him when he read the document that was mailed to you weeks ago. you and him were an inseparable duo–the strongest and his tamer. the boy with the infinity and the girl who held him down with gravity.

upon wandering the streets for god knows how many hours, he found himself in front of a riverbank. the light of the moon was radiating, creating a painting of a million stories for the broken boy. but while being so engrossed with the view in front of him, he had failed to feel someone creeping up behind him; with his infinity down, nanami was able to lend a hand on his shoulder. “i’m assuming you talked with her.” he broke the silence.

his silenced gaze worried his friend; they promised to keep it between themselves. while nanami believed letting the kids know would be the better choice, gojo was adamant about keeping your good image in front of them. he knew how much they adored you, and he would hate to be the one to break it to them. “i did.”

“and what choice did you go with?”

“i gave her a full day to leave, and if otherwise–” he gulped down the lump forming in his throat, “–if otherwise, i told her i would fight her.” tears now slowly starting to trail down his porcelain skin, an odd view to see for his foes.

“you did the right thing.” nanami tried his best to console him in a way. this was a new image for him; he never saw gojo break down like this; the last time he saw his best friend (he would never admit that to his face, though) like this was when he had to kill getou, even then he had managed to keep up the aloof facade. but he knew his feeling for you ran much, much deeper than that. he has witnessed what your companionship had done to him. it was what pieced him back, and now what broke him.

it’s been years since you left, but you were back now. back in japan after two years of staying away, traveling to many different countries, on the runaway from the higher-ups in england. you would’ve preferred your return to be on good news and such, but unfortunately, it was the opposite. your friends back in england had informed you about how they planned on ending gojo’s life once in for all today with a team of experienced sorcerers, and although you wanted to keep away from trouble as much you could, you couldn’t let the man you love die.

with your hood covering your face, you walked down the streets of shibuya, the once war zone that led to many disastrous events in the past years under your feet. you heard about everything; the culling game and the capture of gojo satoru, thank god those were all in the past now, and everyone was well–except nanami, and the new had broken you. just like gojo and the students, he also had a special place in your heart, his calm attitude always grounding you. you don’t think his last thoughts of you were good–considering what gojo had told you the night you left, but still, his death was unexpected news to you.

you didn’t know how you were going to approach the topic; there was a big chance they’d attack you the second you entered their line of vision, not allowing you to voice out the news–but it was worth the try nonetheless. taking your hood down, you entered a cafe; the need for caffeine after the long flight back here was strong, the anxiousness and stress not allowing you to sleep. what you didn’t expect was seeing the three first years–now third years–you loved so much sitting in the cafe chatting idly, not noticing you. you wanted to keep it that way, but on your way out, a feminine voice called out your name. “y/n sensei? is that you?”

your steps halted, freezing in your stop. the confrontation was inevitable now, causing a stir in a crowded place was the last thing you wanted so you turned around to see nobara staring at you with wide eyes, megumi and itadori behind shocked just as her. what you didn’t expect was her running straight at your engulfing you with wide arms; a big grin plastered on her face. “where were you! you disappeared out of nowhere, and gojo sensei wouldn’t tell us anything! we were really worried; you left me alone with these two idiots–you know you’re the only one who understands my pain–”

“–i’m sorry, i had to go on an abroad mission, and it took too long. it’s good to be back.” you hugged her back tightly, still trying to process the new information she threw at you. gojo had lied, and that made you question everything you believed in. had he also lied about his love for you back then? but that was for later–for now, you wanted to cherish this news and spend time with your favorite students, learn about their well-being and their stories.

“come on, let’s sit shall we? we got lots to catch up on.”

it was now midnight, and you were waiting somewhere in the middle of the forest for your dreaded meeting with gojo. you managed to convince the kids into telling gojo to meet you here without actually letting him know it was you. they were excited, to say the least, talking about how you and he were the epitomai of soulmates, two pieces meant to find each other, filling up the gaping hole you both had. you were very nervous, fidgeting in your spot, hiding behind the tree waiting for him to arrive, and when you heard footsteps nearing you–you knew this was it, heart pounding like crazy.

walking out of your hiding spot, you slowly made your way over to him, hands stiff at your sides anticipating his reaction. “gojo.” he looked at you, blindfold on this time. still, you could see his displeasure from how his body stiffened at your voice, looking at you with a straight face. “what’re you doing here? i thought i told you to leave.” you sighed, walking closer to him, “i know, and i am going to leave again, but before that, i need to tell you something–” you were cut off by the powerful shake of the ground, throwing you off balance resulting in you falling to the ground.

behind you were your old friends from england, standing tall and mighty together–a force to be reckoned with; you were once one of them, but alas, that was the past. “thanks you leading us straight to him y/n.” elizabeth smirked looking at your fallen state, “you made things a whole lot easier for us.” she continued. looking back at gojo, you were surprised to see his hands locked in some type of chain. how did they manage to get past his infinity–unless he didn’t have it on in the first place. did let his guard down once he saw you? why would he do that?

“no, no, no– leave him alone, elizabeth! i swear to god i’ll rain hell upon all of you!” you stood up desperately trying to leave the makeshift cage your friend had put you in when a sudden idea came to you. it was risky, but it would save him, and that–that was all you needed, your purpose of coming here in the first place.

“lover boy is being quite over there. what is it? cat got your tongue?” she was taunting you and definitely enjoying it too. walking closer to you, she neared your face while the others were beside gojo, “you’re both fools believing you guys could be together in the first place, that’s how it works–” she was cut off by the stomp of your foot on the ground lifting a piece of rock–the one gojo was on, up to the air, away from your ex-friends. if you couldn’t save yourself, you could at least save him; apologize for your past mistakes.

from where you were, you couldn’t do much, but you used all your might to send rock flying in the air towards them meanwhile keeping gojo away from them. your cursed technique was called upon the tainted sorrow, the ability to manipulate gravity, and it was unrivaled in europe. you trained too much to reach where you were, the strongest just like gojo, but even the strong can fall, and all it takes is the blink of an eye.

you were on the ground again, but this time blood pouring from your insides, a deadly piercing through your abdomen. while you were so engrossed with trying to keep gojo safe, you hadn’t realized he was already off the piece of rock fighting the rest. and he had made the mistake of underestimating them, resulting in the struggle. but that distraction was enough for elizabeth to pierce the cursed knife through you.

one second you were on the ground; the next, you were in someone’s arms. looking up, you were met with the crystal blue eyes you had grown to love staring right back at yours. this reminded you of the moments where you used to lay on his chest, hands tangled in his snow-white hair, his hands keeping you tight against him, eyes staring at each other with nothing but love. how unfortunate things weren’t that way now. you bleeding onto his hands which hopelessly applied pressure to your wound in hopes of saving you, his blindfold now off, tears slowly caressing his face. it was a sight for the eyes. you lifted your hand up to cup his cheek, imprinting a red hand mark right where you touched him, “satoru–”

“save your breath, i called for shoko; she’ll be here any minute, and we can save you–” you silenced him with your thumb on his lips, “satoru, this was inevitable, even if you save me now, they’ll still be after me. it’ll be a never-ending cycle.”

“no, i can keep you safe, y/n. remember? it’s us against the world, baby. always has been and always will be.” he kissed your forehead, still keeping you close. his eyes were shut tight; he could feel your consciousness slipping away and knew he couldn’t save you. but can’t a man hope? and as you uttered your last words, body temperature turning cold, breathing stopping, he knew right then and there this was where he lost it all. this was how he lost the light of his world, in his own hands, between his arms.

“for what it’s worth, i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard.” and he knew those words would haunt him for an eternity. follow him wherever he went. the ghost of you will always be with him, never leaving. you will hold him down by gravity with just your soul. yet he still wanted to curse the gods for taking you away from him, his fresh breath of air, his anchor.

your love was strong, but the timing was wrong, and love decided that you both didn’t belong.

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