#and my plans for the rest of bday stuff are all over the place and like wat huh weird wtf HUH??

[callsign-dexter]

Fighting Fate

Request: Hiiii Sweetheart 💋 Hope you don't mind me sending you an Antonio idea for my bday this weekend ☺️ I'm also having a bad time at the moment, so I really hope this is okay 🥺 maybe where the reader and him are dating and she got undercover on a case but something goes wrong and they can't get there in time, so they have to see her get beaten and eventually shot and Antonio's world crashes when they find her barely hanging on. The team blames themselves for all this and they stay with her and also take care of Antonio who never leaves her site till she wakes up and then all fluff ? Thank you so much my love 💕

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Intelligence!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, being beaten up, drugging, gunshot wound, hospitals, swearing

A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't get it out this weekend. Happy belated birthday to the anon that sent this and again I'm sorry.

It was supposed to be a simple undercover case, get in and get out. Hank had promised that they were going to be there if anything went wrong and that was true but they weren’t fast enough. It was supposed to be easy but nobody was counting on you getting drugged and taken to the back of the house of the perp who was planning to do things. They weren’t planning on letting you get beaten up or shot but it had happened. None of this sat well with your boyfriend of 3 years, Antonio Dawson. Nobody expected you to be in the hospital fighting fate.

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You and Antonio had gotten up together bright and early due to both of your internal alarm clocks. You were the first to wake up to the sun hitting you. Your eyes fluttered open and you were looking at Antonio still soundly sleeping and you smiled. You brought your hand up to run your hand through his hair and when you did the motion of it woke him up. He smiled at you. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He said in the rough still filled with a sleep voice, the voice that made you shutter and do things to you.

“Hi, handsome.” You said you just wanted to lay there in his embrace and not move but you knew that wasn’t possible. Antonio started to get up and you groaned and he just smirked.

“I know you don’t want to but Hank will have our heads if we are late.” He said and leaned over to kiss you nose which made you scrunch it up. You sighed when he pulled away.

“Fine, but you’re making it up to me when we get home tonight.” You said and he chuckled.

“Of course, my dear.” He said and headed into the bathroom where he began doing his morning routine and then you followed suit. You both gently shoved each other around and played around which ended up in kisses.

When you were finally done in the bathroom you both headed off into the kitchen. You both grabbed your to-go mugs and filled them with coffee and then ate a little bit of something and then you both were on your way. You hoped for an easy case but you knew from working in Intelligence that there was no such thing as easy cases and if there were then count yourself lucky. As you both arrived, having decided to take one car, Antonio parked the car and killed the engine and you both were heading into the building. Everyone knew that you were a couple and you even had paperwork done because of it. Trudy greeted you both and then you were heading up the stairs to the bullpen. Most of everyone was there and everyone greeted you both. 

You barely even had time to sit down and put your stuff when Hank walked into the bull-pen. "Ok everyone! Listen up! I just got intel from my CI saying that the person we have been chasing is going to be at an art show and will be making a bust. I want someone undercover to meet him and two additional people in there and the rest on standby. This will be taking place at 4 PM." He said and then Adam spoke up.

"Who is going to be the one interacting with him?" He asked 

"I'm gonna have Y/N be interacting with him." Hank said and you tensed and so did Antonio but didn't dare challenge it. "Ok. Everyone back to work." He said and everyone nodded and he left for his office. You walked back to your desk with Antonio hot on your heels.

"I don't like this." He said and you turned to look at him.

"I don't like it either but it's what we signed up for." You said and he nodded and you gave him a quick kiss and then he was walking back to his desk. Everyone was silent focusing on their work and what will have to be done for this operation. 

30 minutes to 4 PM Hank was having you get ready with the help of the girls. You were nervous. "How are you holding up?" Hailey asked and you looked at her.

"Not well." You said and they looked at you sympathetically. 

"You'll be ok. You've done this countless times." Kim said and you looked at them.

"I just have a feeling that something is going to happen and it's not going to be like other times." You said as they placed the wire on you. 

"You'll be great. You got this." Kim said and you nodded and then the three of you were heading out to the bull-pen. Antonio was stunned at your beauty and knew why he fell in love with you. and then you were headed to the art gallery. 

Antonio stopped you before getting out. "Remember. If anything happens, use the code word and we'll get you out." He said and you nodded and then he kissed you and you kissed back. You made sure that your mic was working and you, Adam, and Jay were heading inside. You all scattered and waited. 

Nothing happened in the next 10 minutes and you were about to call it off when he caught your eye. This was it so you started to flirt with him and the next thing you knew he was walking over to you smirking. "Well hello there beautiful." He said with a dazzling smile. You felt no attraction to him only for Antonio but had to play the game.

"Hey there, handsome. This is some awesome work you have here." You said and just continued to smirk.

"Why thank you. I noticed you needed another drink so I brought you one." He said and took your empty glass and put a full one in your hand. You smiled and tipped it towards him.

"Thank you." He said and took a drink and he continued to smirk. You continued to talk to each other but everything seemed to start to become blurry. You could hear the others talk but everything felt so heavy.

"Hey you ok?" He asked and when you tried to shy away from his touch you knocked over glasses. This got Adam's and Jay's attention. 

He led you outside and into his truck and then you passed out. 

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"Hey, something is wrong." Jay said into the comm and he started to walk toward you with Adam but the perp was already leading you out. You were stumbling and he was holding you up.

"Guys we need to move in." Adam said 

"What? What's going on?" Hank said

"I think Y/N has been drugged." Jay said and Antonio’s world stopped.

"Move in." Hank said and when they stormed the building and Jay and Adam reached the spot you were at. You and the perp were gone

When they gathered, commotion was going on behind them. Other officers were arresting dealers and buyers. "Do we know where he would've taken her?" Antonio asked and nobody answered but your yelps came through their comms and they rushed to the van. 

"I think he may have taken her back to his house." Jay said 

"Let's get a move on then!" Hank shouted and they did just that. They listened to your struggle and took a beating but you were fighting back. 

"You bitch." The perp said as he grabbed your hair and pulled you back. The second you both were inside the house you had woken up.

"Stay away from me." You said taking a swing but you were still weak. 

"I'm not done with you." He said and ripped your shirt. “You’re wearing a fucking wire?!” He shouted and then gunshots went off and Antonio’s heart stopped and his world came crashing down once again.

Antonio couldn't listen but he couldn't bear to take the comm out of his ear. "20 minutes out." Hank said.

"20 minutes is too long." Antonio said practically growled. They continued to listen and when they pulled up to the house before vehicles were stopped everyone was rushing out just as the perp was taking off and storming the house. When Antonio walked in, his heart stopped.

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They ran in and the perp had just begun running so Adam and Kevin took off after him. Antonio ran over to you and knelt down. The perp had shot you in the stomach. "Baby." He said and got no answer and that worried him your eyes were closed and breathing was sallow. He began putting pressure on your wound which made you yelp and your hands came to his you coughed and blood came with it."'Onio." You slurred your words, drugs still running through your system. Eyes still closed.

"Don't try to talk." He said to you and looked up. "I need a fucking medic in here!" He shouted and Sylvie and Gabby came rushing in and Gabby gasped. She loved you like a sister even before you began dating her brother.

"Hey Y/N/N." Gabby said they both began working on you.

"Gabby?" You asked still slurring and eyes cracked open and Sylvie looked over to Antonio.

"What happened?" She asked

"It was supposed to be an easy undercover get in and get out. The bastard drugged her and then brought her here. She fought and then he shot her." He said and they nodded, they spoke and everything sounded underwater. Your eyes began rolling into the back of your head and you started convulsing.

"Get her into the recovery position." Gabby said and Sylvie along with Antonio helped and when you stopped, they moved quickly and onto the gurney and outside to the ambulance. Antonio rode in the back with you and Gabby. "Her stats are dropping." She said when the beeping of the machine started going off frantically.

"2 minutes out." Sylvie said and just as she said that a flatline sounded through the entire ambulance and Antonio's heart stopped for the third time that day. Gabby began doing compression and pushing fluids until she got you back and they pulled up to Chicago Med.

Sylvie parked and got out and opened the back. Where Will and Connor were standing. You were completely out of it. They rattled off what was wrong as they headed into the ED. Antonio was just silent and when Will and Connor took you back to where he wasn't allowed Gabby stopped him and hugged him. She comforted her brother. "She's going to be ok." She said when she released him but he just kept looking at his bloodstained hands.

"She's going to make it right?" He asked, looking at her.

"She's a strong woman. She can get through anything. She's putting up with your ass." Gabby tried to joke but he wasn't having it. "Text me updates." She said and hugged him one more time before leaving. He went to the waiting room where the rest of them were. Everyone comforted him but he just sat down looking at his hands.

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6 hrs into waiting he got up abruptly and went into the bathroom and began scrubbing his hands. Trying to get rid of the blood, your blood. Jay walked in after seeing him rush off. “Antonio.” He said but he didn’t respond by now all the blood was gone but he still kept scrubbing. Jay put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s gone.” He said and turned the water off.

“Did we catch him?” He asked, turning to Jay and he nodded.

“Yes, Adam took him down. He’s going to jail for a long time.” Jay said and Antonio nodded “Ready to head out to the waiting room?” He asked his best friend and he nodded. They walked out into the waiting room just as soon as Will and Connor came out. Everyone walked over to them.

“She’s in critical care. She convulsed a second time on the table and then her heart stopped. We got her back. The bullet hit some pretty major arteries and organs, both Will and I worked on her at the same time to quickly get her out and off anesthesia. She’s being monitored and will continue to be monitored.” Connor said.

“Will she be allowed to have visitors?” Hank asked

“Yes.” Will said “We’ll take you to her now.” He finished and both of the doctors led the team to your room. When they got there Antonio was immediately at your side in the blue chair too scared to hold your hand. “If you need anything, she starts crashing or wakes up. Let us know or a nurse.” Will said and everyone nodded and took a position around your room. Will and Connor had left and it was just them, it was silent except for the beeping of your heart monitor letting them know that you were alive.

“It’s our fault she’s here. Jay and I should’ve been faster at getting to her.” Adam said and nobody said a word they knew was true.

“If everybody would’ve just moved then we would’ve gotten to her in time.” Jay said, really blaming himself. He loved you like a sister and treated you like a sister but also one of the guys.

“She said she had a bad feeling about this one but we didn’t listen.” Kim said tears were falling and Adam slung an arm around her shoulder.

“It shouldn’t have been her. She’s the nicest person I know.” Hailey said, curling herself into Jay.

“I would do anything to go back in time and be there on time.” Kevin said

Neither Hank or Antonio had said anything and they didn’t know what to say. They shouldn’t have let it happen.

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A week that is how long you had been out and how long the team had been coming in and out checking on you. One person didn’t dare to leave, your boyfriend. Everyone would come and bring clothes and food to him but he didn’t feel like moving not wanting to be gone if you woke up.

It wasn’t until another week had passed that you started to show signs of waking up. The team never stopped visiting you and Antonio hadn’t left your side. It was just him in the room. It started out as a rustle of sheets and a groan; Antonio had fallen asleep but when the commotion started, he woke up. He saw your nose scrunch up and he stood up. “Hold on baby. I’m gonna go and grab someone.” He said and quickly stepped out of the room and yelled for the closest person which just so happened to be both Will and Connor. They came running along with some nurses.

“What happened?” Will asked moving to stand beside your bed.

“She started to move around and wake up.” Antonio said and stepped back while Connor and Will took care of everything. Once you were fully awake and questions were answered they left and now it was just you and Antonio.

“Antonio. Baby.” You said and he walked over to you when you reached out your hand.

“I was so worried about you. When you were bleeding out and looked like you weren’t breathing it scared me half to death. I should’ve said something to make sure it wasn’t you going in.” He said blaming himself and you shook your head.

“And let Hailey or Kim get hurt or in the same position that I’m in? I don’t think so. I could’ve stopped it but didn’t because I didn’t want them to get hurt.” You said and he knew you were right.

“I promise to take care of you when you get out of here. I’m at your beck and call.” He said and you smiled and then yawned. “Go to sleep baby. I’m gonna be right here when you wake up.” He said and walked over and kissed your forehead and your eyes closed. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You said as you drifted off to sleep. 

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[crdsnystories]

today was a story of hope, patience and trust. Last weekend, i am loaded with school works due to my preliminary exams plus im also a secretary in our organization. Today, monday supposedly was the submission of accreditation files and my prelim exam for a major subject. Yesterday i am filled with emotions, I've been over my laptop the whole day, busy scanning, editing and filling up all the forms for accreditation. I was planning on finishing them all because today was the deadline but due to some miscommunications and stressful events i didn't finish the files yesterday so i ended up breaking down and crying over my ate's side. Im telling pat that im so stressed and couldn't do this anymore. I was crying and laying down because im so tired and stressed. overwhelmed on what to do next. im scolded by my senior, kasi he was shocked by the total price na nagastos ko sa print. he told me that next before i make a move is to consult him muna. gaslighting myself was the only thing i did as i rest. my family was so eager to push me na magpahinga na muna, not me holding back my tears because i don't want to feel that thing anymore its reminding me of the trauma i had before. every move i make yesterday i feel like im going to end up dropping out again because of anxiety. But yesterday, pat messaged me that he will go here as i messaged him na "ayoko na, im tired. all i want is to cry." he was at his friend's bday but as soon as he came back from candelaria he headed right away here sa house. fast forward today. i woke up vv early para maabutan ko na ako ang kaunahan sa printing shop sa bayan but i ended up waiting for a long period of time & then my professor announced that our exam will be movex tomorrow so yay because wala pa akong review and all. going back, I had to think of another plan because pag iniintay ko sa iisang printing shop matatagalan ako lalo (i need to xerox all the printed files from yesterday para less magastos) so i messaged khaila and asked her if she is not busy kasi magpapasama ako. and yes she's not busy. so im with her we roam around quezon avenue just to look for a book binding shop and printing shop. afterwards, we went to sacre kasi dun daw yung may bookbind. yes we were naligaw kasi nalimutan nung senior ko kung san yung place imagine walking around merchan st. wearing a full white uniform in this heat. then we end up there para mag pa bookbind. dumating na yung asst. secretary namin, she helped us and stuff then we decided to split ways. she went back to school to ask the Office of Student Affairs kung pede tomorrow mag pasa ng accreditation files. thank You Lord they agreed na pede. afterwards khaila & i went home. rest a bit and yay for nanay for treating us mcdo. at 2pm we went back sa printing shop para kunin yung bookbind. All i did was to pray na sana tapos na lahat ng bookbind para madala ko na sa school lahat. thankfully, pagdating namin dun tapos na lahat & na dala ko na sa school. my senior was there & he was light no stress at all.

before going out the house all i felt was anxiety. gusto ko nalang wag tumuloy sa pag aasikaso kasi baka mamaya mapagalitan na naman ako. but no, today was a Jesus encounter. He made everything light and assured me that my stress will be gone away. So He sent me pat to be there because He knows that pat is my safe place, he even told me that he wanted to attend the mass too sadly we didn't make it because of the traffic but we still went there, another one is He sent me khaila & claire for they helped me get through this "pag-aasikaso ng red book day" The Lord helped me today, from waking me up until ending this day. He made sure that everything will be smooth sailing. we had a smooth talk with the osa, we had a smooth conversation with our organization's adviser & we had a smooth settlement with my senior. The Lord truly reminded me that the anxiety of my heart will be replaced with gratefulness of my soul. Bonus that my family will always be my back up. Nanay for the mcdo, ate tet for the gentle pat in the back that its not my fault and tatay for assuring me that everything i need is in that place.

forever grateful for these grace and life. i don't know if im giving back enough to Him. but I know that everything is possible because of Him.

[narrie]

I remember that you posted something about hanging out with your friends who are in a relationship. So my question is how are you handling it? I’m 25 and literally all of my friends have someone, my closest friend is even planning a wedding and ofc I’m happy for them but it’s also difficult for me to be around them while all of them are all over each other while I’m there like 🧍🏼‍♀️. And I can’t even tell it to anyone irl because all of my close ones are taken and I don’t trust enough the rest to expose myself without an anon option 🙈 so I need some advice from someone who seems to have a similar situation. Generally it’s unbelievable that you could feel shitty about yourself even tho you’re happy that your close ones are happy.

i don't really care all that much tbh, it's just that i don't hang out as much with my friends or it's not as easy to plan smth as if they were single and then it's like "ugh i wish i had someone who could just do stuff with me all the time" rip the only time i was ever truly annoyed or felt out of place was at my cousin's bday sleepover like 2 years ago bc her and the 2 friends who i didn't really know were ALL engaged and that was allllll they were talking about so i couldn't really engage (no pun intended) lol and like i didn't know the other girlies so it was very awkward for me but it's never like that when i'm with my friends who are taken, it sucks if it's like that for u all the time, i'm sorry :///

[ko-eko-ev-go-ms]

Am in thinky thonky bc it be that time of year

And like bro this birthday is fucking WEIRD man

[lotus-flowerz]

Idk how to write these, uhhh Diluc x reader fluff. Making breakfast together and dancing around the kitchen.

next to you

no tws- just fluff!

a/n- EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO SATURN!! this is my best friend (irl) and he may start writing on here too! so ty for this request saturn ilysm mwah (also everyone wish him a happy birthday pls his bday plans got cancelled and hes sad)

diluc x gn!reader

You awoke from your restful sleep to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight filtering in through the windows, illuminating your bedroom. Beside you, your husband, Diluc, was still fast asleep.

The sunlight highlighted his pretty features so nicely and you couldn't help but feel so lucky that you had gotten to marry the man of your dreams.

Not beint able to resist, you began to pepper his face in little kisses in hopes of him waking up. He let out a tiny snort, which made you giggle.

"Mm..?"

"Good morning, love"

No response came from the red haired man for a few seconds. You figured he was still asleep, when two strong arms grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. You laughed and laid your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and smiled into your hair.

"Good morning." he rasped out, sleep still evident in his voice.

"Did you sleep well?" you asked

"As long as I'm next to you, I could sleep well if a rock was my pillow."

You laughed and his heart melted. The sound of your laugh filled his every desire and your smile lit up the entire room.

"Are you hungry?" he asked

"Ravenous." you laughed

"Me too. Waffles?"

"You know me so well."

"Alright. Upsy daisy." he said, hoisting you over his shoulders

"DILUC!!" you cried out, kicking your feet.

He laughed and carried you downstairs, putting you down once you reached the kitchen. You pulled the waffle mix out of the pantry and Diluc placed all of the cooking utensils you'd need on the table.

He grabbed two aprons and motioned for you to turn around. He put the apron over your head and tied it neatly in a bow on the small of your back. He ran his hands down your hips and kissed the top of your head, then moved to tie his own apron and put his hair up.

"Okay! It says two cups of waffle mix, two eggs, half a cup of milk, and a third a cup of vegetable oil."

Diluc began to measure the oil while you put the two cups of waffle mix in the bowl. A cloud of waffle powder came up from the bowl, dusting your entire face lightly. You let out a small cough and used your hands to fan away the cloud.

Diluc watched you with nothing but love in his eyes. You were so adorable, especially when you were making a mess while cooking.

Diluc helped you add the rest of the stuff into the bowl, and you grabbed a spoon.

"Hey, Diluc, watch my performance!" you said triumphantly, positioning the spoon as a microphone. You began to sing a song Venti usually performed in the tavern- one you knew Diluc was sick of.

He groaned and took the spoon from you, placing it behind him on the table. He shut you up by grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a long and passionate kiss.

"Mmh, I love you, but if I hear that song one more time I'm kicking you out."

You giggled and pulled him in to kiss you again. He smiled against your lips and tightened his hold on your waist. You broke the kiss and picked up the spoon again, hitting him lightly on the head with it.

"Hey! Just stir the waffles, will you?" he laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed..."

He smiled and shook his head, heating up the waffle maker.

"Diluc! Can we add chocolate chips?? Pleaseee?" you asked

"Of course we can, love." he smiled.

You added the chocolate chips in eagerly, and passed the batter to Diluc, who was always in charge of manning the waffle maker.

You looked at him with adoration and admiration as he focused on making the waffles look pretty.

You sighed dreamily, and Diluc looked up. He melted at your expression.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to turn off the waffle maker and kiss you silly. Do you really want to miss out on these delicious waffles?"

"Tough choice... but you're sweeter than any waffle I could ever have." you said, kissing him on the cheek.

He laughed and used one hand to pull you into his side, while he used one hand to man the waffle maker. He kissed you gently, holding you close. His scent was sweet, and you used both hands to cup his jaw.

You pulled away breathless.

"You're such a dork." he laughed.

"And you aren't?"

He sighed, smiling lightly.

"Got me there."

"I love you, Diluc."

"I love you too, Y/n."

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[rachaelswrites]

Bumpy Ride

Sebastian Stan x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 918

Requested By: Anonymous

So an event that happened on my road trip today gave me an Idea so could you do a stan!reader where they are on a road trip and she gets motion sickness and so she throws up and she thinks Sebastian will be mad at her so she’s like crying and stuff so he comforts her and is like telling her he’s not mad

A/N: Reader is about 12 years old. I’m considering this my Sebastian birthday fic as well (I honestly forgot his bday was so soon😬)

Warnings: Mentions of car sickness, throwing up (let me know if I miss anything)

For this year’s spring break, your dad surprised you with taking the week off and taking you on a road trip. It was something he had been wanting to do with you for a while and he knew you wanted to do it also. 

Ever since Sebastian had brought it up, you had been talking about it non-stop and wanting to help him plan it. He let you plan out a few stops of places you really wanted to go to but he did a majority of it, letting you have veto power as well. 

On the day you were leaving, you helped your dad get all your bags and everything else you might need into the car before you two got in and left. 

“Can I pick the music please?” you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

Sebastian looked over at you briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. He rolled his eyes at you, knowing that you always used those to get what you wanted and he couldn’t say no, “Fine. Just don’t play any weird music please,” he said, handing you his phone. 

“Thank you,” you said. You grabbed the phone from him and scrolled through his music. It was all his lame old people music so you just picked something randomly. 

Your dad seemed to like this song so he started singing along, very loudly and very badly. 

“Dad please stop singing,” you said, covering your eyes with your hands. 

“What? You don’t like my singing?” he asked. 

“No it’s horrible,” you said. 

“Fine,” he turned the music up just a little and hummed the song to himself while you pulled out your own phone and kept yourself busy. 

For a while, you stayed on your phone, texting friends or looking through social media. You were fine at first but then, you started to feel sick. You put your phone back in your backpack to try and keep yourself off of it for now. You opted for the window, looking out at all the scenery as the city disappeared and more nature appeared. 

You hoped the sick feeling would go away eventually but it only got worse. You tried to see if sleeping would help but it didn’t. You didn’t want to worry your dad or make him upset so you kept it to yourself. Surely this wouldn’t last forever. 

“Hey you okay Y/n?” your dad asked you. You weren’t talking his head off like you always do, “You seem quiet today.”

“Yeah. Just tired,” you mumbled, faking a yawn just to prove your point. 

“Have you tried taking a nap?” he asked, glancing over at you. 

You nodded, “Can’t sleep,” you mumbled. 

“Maybe try again in a little bit,” he suggested. 

You nodded again and went back to looking out the window to try and help with your motion sickness. As time went on, you only got worse and at any moment, it felt like you were about to throw up. 

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

You still didn’t want to tell him and put a damper on the whole trip so you came up with something quickly, “Can we stop soon? I have to use the bathroom.”

“Can you wait a little bit? We’re already running a bit behind schedule,” he looked over to you and he could tell there was something off about you. You probably just really had to go to the bathroom, “Okay. The next rest stop is in a mile. Can you hang on till then?”

“Thanks,” you said, grateful it wasn’t too far away. 

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed. 

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As Sebastian pulled into a parking spot, you were already unbuckling your seat belt and as soon as the car was in park, you flung open the door and got out. You only managed to take a few steps before your stomach churned and you threw up, all over the sidewalk. You clutched your stomach and leaned up against the car before throwing up again.

Your dad was immediately at your side and helped you pull your hair up so it would stay clean. He rubbed your back up and down. After you were done, Sebastian helped you back over to the car and opened the passenger side door and let you sit in the seat. 

He was taken aback when you started crying and apologizing, “Dad I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the trip I’m sorry,” you sobbed, trying to wipe all the tears from your face. 

“Don’t be sorry Y/n it’s a big deal,” he said, brushing some of the loose strands of hair from your face, “You didn’t ruin the trip at all.”

“Yes I did,” you mumbled, “Cause now we can’t drive anymore without me getting sick.”

“No,” he said gently, “We can figure something out. I’m not ending this trip because you got car sick.”

“But I feel bad,” you said. 

“Y/n,” he said, placing his hand on your knee, “Just take a deep breath. Don’t feel bad. This isn’t your fault okay?”

“So you’re not mad at me?” you asked him. 

He shook his head, “Only because you didn’t tell me sooner. We could’ve stopped earlier and gotten you something to help.”

“Okay,” you said, “Sorry for making such a big deal over this.”

“It’s okay,” he said, pulling you into a hug, “Are you feeling better now?” he watched as you nodded your head slowly, “Good,” he said, “Let’s go get this show on the road then.”

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[obeiii-mee]

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To celebrate his birthday, I’ve done a few HCs for Satan because I’ve got nothing else planned for him at the moment and I’m still spending most of my time editing my last self sacrificing MC being saved post which should be out before Halloween. And I’m salty I missed Mammon’s bday event too but I do have something in regards to that waiting around in my inbox so I probably just need to start being more motivated lol-

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Satan, the Avatar of Wrath:

>The demon that has tried to sneak strays into the House of Lamentation on multiple occasions. Whether they’d be cats from DevilDom or the Human Realm, he would whisk them off the streets and let them loose around the house on a daily basis. It was living hell for you and the rest of the brothers because even the smallest of the kittens wreaked absolute havoc everywhere they went; vases and plates were broken, there were paw prints all over the place (including the ceiling somehow), most of Asmo’s make up was left in ruins after a particularly bad incident. Lucifer had to put his foot down after he found cat hair in his coffee one morning.

>His book addiction is also getting almost as taxing as Beel’s midnight raids. Most of his purchases on Akuzon are expensive, ancient, leather-bound books and scrolls and not only are they not cheap-he also buys heaps of them at a time which started taking a toll on the bills Lucifer has to pay. It’s unclear whether he’s doing it on purpose to spite his brother or if it’s because he’s genuinely interested in such old literature. Everyone else guesses that it’s a mixture of both.

>You let him drive one time when he was visiting you in the Human Realm. Thank fuck you had such a good car warranty because the road rage he feels when behind the wheel is real. Bro probably broke your pedals and gearstick with how aggressive he was being and that was BEFORE some asshole decided to cut him off really abruptly in the middle of a traffic jam. Mf lost it after that-almost forgot you were in there with him, he was about ready to turn people’s bones into mashed potatoes with how many times he intended to run them over once he had the chance. Never again💀

>Satan volunteers to be his brothers’ tutor from time to time, with the exception of Lucifer since the eldest doesn’t really need it and he would not offer his services to him in the first place lol. He figured it wouldn’t do him any good to allow his siblings to drag his perfect scores down with their disgusting, averagely low grades so he decided they would all need a helping hand. Mammon especially, who are we kidding? Ah, turns out he’s pretty good at it too, even if studying with him is a little scary every now and then (both him and Lucifer give off ‘doing homework with your dad at the kitchen table and crying while doing it because he’s yelling’ vibes, but them and their brothers-)

>He’s responsible for most of the paintings in the house. Ngl, he shows up every few weeks with some really fancy masterpiece that just got released and proceeds to hang it randomly around the halls. Most of his siblings haven’t noticed. Neither have you. And he hasn’t said anything. Every once in a while, you look up and notice some dramatic ass painting that you swear you’ve never laid eyes on before, and then you shrug it off and assume it’s always been there and that your memory is just failing you. Mammon has stolen a few and sold them online because it’s Mammon. They were always back by the second day or so though (can imagine Satan buying all that shit back from the black market Mammon was selling it on, lmao)

>I said this before, but he smells really nice. Like…firewood….and books…and just homely stuff in general. That’s it. That’s the headcanon.

>Secretly loves hanging out with his family. He makes it seem like he always has better things to do but he doesn’t want to admit he enjoys spending time with any of his brothers, and this especially applies to Lucifer because who’d want to be around that prideful prick, huh? But the fourth born is usually the first to start planning out things like movies nights and family gatherings and he seems so excited to do it as well. By that I mean that he gets proper into it and works really hard on a family date for weeks! Is not very outwards with his feelings but he’s really happy to see everyone having a good time when he knows that he put so much effort into it. Bonus points if you decide to help him sort everything out-

>(Mammon made him a cat-shaped cake for his birthday and it didn’t come out the best-at least not compared to everyone else’s-but Satan proceeded to eat the whole thing and didn’t even say anything about it besides a ‘thank you’. Mammon bawled his eyes out in your room afterwards but don’t tell a soul. Also, you found out Satan knew his brother spend like 8 hours in the kitchen trying to make the damn thing and that’s why he barely even touched the rest of the desserts just so he could eat his even if the cake itself looked pretty dreadful. Ahhhhhhhh-)

-K, I’m done now. I need more brotherly headcanons between the bros cuz it’s adorable——

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[juhaksworld]

TBZ reactions to you forgetting what day their birthday is

(not exactly an au but let’s just pretend you can’t look up their birthdays online bc they’re idols lol)

Sangyeon:

lowkey hurt. (you meanie -_- ) like one day you were sitting together talking and you were like “oh my goodness I’m so excited for my birthday in a few months bc it’ll be a reason for us to get the day off and spend all day together and he’ll be like “we could do that for my birthday too!” and you’d be like “.....yeahhhhh!!!!! but ummm when is your birthday?? I’m really sorry I forgot. I’m terrible at remembering dates and stuff” and he’d be like “in two weeks” and you’d instantly feel so bad bc this poor boy deserves better (you meanie x2) you’d keep apologizing and he’d forgive you in his heart but he’d pretend to be sad the rest of the day just to make you feel bad ( as you deserve ) and you’d like make it up to him by planning this super sweet day with him and get him the awesomest gift and he’d tell you he wasn’t actually mad at you for forgetting but you’d make sure never to forget any important date again bc having sangyeon sad/upset with you was too heart wrenching,, even if it was just a joke.

Jacob:

you’d be like going through your calendar at the beginning of the year making sure you have everyone’s birthdays put in correctly and you’d casually ask him when his was and he’d be like “????” thinking it was a joke since y’all had been dating for like 3 years. and then you’d look up and realize how awful you must seem for not remembering so you’d make excuses like “i knowwww when your birthday is i’m just double checking….*blushes*” jacob would start giggling and then come sit beside you and hug you and be all sweet and say something like “ahh it’s alright! don’t feel bad at all!” but then he wouldn’t tell you to make you feel bad and you have to go searching through your pictures from last year to find the right day. he’d just laugh bc he knows you didn’t forget bc he’s not important,,, you’re just kinda forgetful. he’d tease you about it a lot. maybe he’d pretend to forget your birthday one day just to get back at you lol.

Younghoon:

he would think you were joking at first and be like “stahpppp you know when my birthday is!” and you’d be like “ummmm hoonie i don’t actually” and then he’d just be like shocked and a little hurt and then he’d start explaining to you about how his birthday was in fact the DAY OF HIS BIRTH INTO THIS WORLD and without his birthday there would be no Kim Younghoon. and you’d just be like “i know...why birthdays umm..are important hoonie” but he’d keep lecturing you about why you should remember and you’d feel so bad. he wasn’t upset,,, just shocked you could forget something like that. eventually you’d be like “i understand hoonie” and make an excuse to leave the room and then you’d call chanhee and desperately ask him to tell you when hoonie’s birthday was. chanhee would laugh at you but finally give in and then you’d rush back to hoonie and be like “BAEEEEEE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS AUG. 8TH!!!!!!” and he’d be like “duhhh” anyways,,, you’d avoid bringing that situation up with him or chanhee bc it was too embarrassing.

Hyunjae:

after he realized you were serious he’d just laugh in your face. like he wouldn’t be hurt at all he’d just think it was hilarious,, especially since you were so flustered about it and embarrassed for forgetting. he’d go on and on with you about how you “ForGOt HiS biRthDay” and you’d be pretty sure it was in the first half of Sept. but you just weren’t 100% positive, but he wouldn’t tell you and he wouldn’t let any of the other boyz tell you either. then at the end of the day he’d ask for your hand and you’d give it to him...a little afraid of what he was gonna do with that black marker he was holding. he’d write “SEPTEMBER 13TH 1997” in bold thick lettering on your wrist. and you’d be like “SKJDKDJFKSJDH WHY’D YOU WRITE THAT SO BIG WITH A MARKER??? NOW IT WON’T COME OFF!!!!” and he’d just laugh and be like “well,,, hopefully you won’t forget my birthday now!” then he’d kiss you on the cheek and run away for his life.

Juyeon:

clueless,,, he’d be like “you forgot my birthday?? for real? this isn’t a prank?” and you’d be like “i’m sorry T-T” he’d do that face like he’d just blink a couple of times looking at you with a slightly disappointed blank face like “ur serious bae?” and you’d try so hard not to laugh bc he looked so funny and cute but you’d feel so guilty. so you’d go on to explain that you were just having a “blond moment” and you couldn’t think of it. you knew when his birthday was...you were just blanking out right then. so you’d change the subject and cross your fingers that you would remember his birthday later and then you’d write it down 30 different times in different places and add a reminder for his birthday and a reminder to remember his birthday bc,,, you never wanted to admit to juyeon that you actually forgot his birthday. he was always so good at remembering all the important dates that had anything to do with you,,, so you wanted to be better at remembering as well 

Kevin:

he’d be so butt hurt over this oml. he would 100% never tell you and just sulk all day bc he always makes such a big deal out of your birthday that takes weeks of planning and you just ??FORGOT?? his???? a baby lol. even after you remembered and very loudly exclaimed “OOOOHHHHH YEAHHH OFC!!!! HOW STUPID OF ME FOR FORGETTING” he’d still sulk. you’d have to do some serious explaining of yourself and apologizing and everything. he’d watch you put it in your calendar and turn on reminders every day for a week leading up to his bday. would quiz you randomly after that asking you if you remembered his birthday. you’d have to prove your loyalty to him by remembering some small detail about him that was super important to him before he would completely forgive you.

Chanhee:

disappointed but not surprised lol. would just roll his eyes and be like “why must you be this way?” you’d feel bad,,, but not like super embarrassed bc he wouldn’t make a big deal about it. would tease you a little bit and pretend to be hurt,, but you would know he was just pretending. would ask you if you remembered other ppl’s bdays and when you could,,, he’d tease you even more “i feel like i should be jealous, y/n, that you remember juyeon’s birthday so quickly but not mine...your own bf of 2 years” he’d keep asking you randomly throughout the day if you could remember,,,, and when you finally did remember ( or you secretly asked on of the other boyz ) he would stop teasing you as much and just tell you you had to get a certain (expensive) gift for his birthday to make up for forgetting lmao

Changmin:

Laughs when you ask when his birthday is and then after a minute he’s like “wait--- you were being serious???” and you wouldn’t want to admit it bc you know he can get offended easily over certain things sometimes so you’re like “well...i mean...i know when it is...i just can’t..umm...remember...right now….” *nervous laugh* he wouldn’t exactly be upset..more surprised and a little confused like how do you literally forget your own bf’s birthday you weirdo. he’d just give you this judging look like “????” and that would make you feel even worse than if he openly was offended...somehow. anyway you’re like “i’ll just----- wait until it comes back to me...never mind” and you’ll quickly walk away or change the subject bc you hate having him look at you like you’re the biggest idiot of the century. changmin’s just like “this girl. what a strange person I’m dating”

Haknyeon:

he would be sad,,,like “oh my goodness, how did she forget???” I feel like he tends to overthink so he’d just be so astounded and depressed that you had forgotten such an important fact about him. so he begins to ask you other questions about himself to make sure you hadn’t forgotten everything about him like “what’s my mom’s name” “what year was I born” “when did we start dating” “what’s my favorite food at the moment” etc etc. and you just feel so terrible bc this poor buy is convinced that you don’t love him anymore and he just :(((  

[i’m sad writing this y’all ;-; ] 

so anyways,,, you’re like “listen hak,,, the reason i’m randomly asking when your birthday is is bc it’s my literal password and i forgot. I forget everything. you should know that by now T___T it’s not bc I don’t think it’s important to remember.” and hak would be like uwuwuwuwuwu “my birthday is your password?? that’s so cuteeee!!! <3 and then he’d tell you and forgive you bc,,, hak is like that

Sunwoo:

butt hurt pt.2. he’d sulk and sulk. “You can’t remember my own birthday baby???” pouts. you’d have to explain yourself thoroughly and even though he knows you sometimes forget important things,,, he’s still surprised and slightly offended. would say something like “you’re not allowed to have any kisses until you remember” and normally that wouldn’t be that bad of a threat bc you were sure you’d remember after a while,,, but you didn’t want him to be even more offended than he already was so you pretended to be heartbroken by this threat and started to act all desperate to find out his birth date (even though you originally just wanted it to put on a little drawing you were working on beside your bday lol ) and so you’ll like all frantically call chanhee on the phone asking when sunwoo’s birthday was (making it seem like a secret from sunwoo even though you made sure he heard) and then you proudly went to sunwoo and told him you remembered the date and by then he was laughing bc he realized how silly he was for being so sad. (you got a kiss on the top of your head for “remembering” lol)

Eric:

lowkey confused and highkey amused. you forgot his birthday??? lol. Is how he thinks. so like one day you were just talking with him and he was telling stories about his birthday a few years ago, before you started dating… and then you realized that you could not for the life of you remember when his birthday was...you were pretty sure it was in december...but that’s all you could remember so you asked him after he was done telling you a story. and he laughed and was like “duhhh it’s December 22nd” and you were like “OOOHHHHHH YEAHHHHH HOW COULD I FORGET???” and then he was like “wait--- you actually forgot??” and you were like “Ummm yeahhh,,,,, sorry ;-;” and then he was like “SHOOT i shouldn’t have told you so i could use that as a bribe against you!!” and you just [-_-] anyways he’ll randomly think of that throughout the day and be like “omg guys my own gf forgot my birthday. none of y’all have it as hard as i do” and then he’d pretend to be sad lol.

[naranciasimp]

Happy Birthday Abba!

AN: Abbacchio is my favorite Jojo character so I really wanted to write something for his bday! I hope you all enjoy!!

March 25. Today was Abbacchio’s birthday. You knew he wasn’t big on celebrating it, but you still wanted to do something nice for him. It was early in the morning when you made your way to Abba’s room. You knocked on his door.

“Come in.” He sounded tired, sad even.

You walked into the room. Leone was sitting on his bed still in his pajamas. He didn’t even look up to face you. There was a half drunken wine bottle in his hand and his hair was messy. God knows if he even slept last night, he looked exhausted.

“What are you doing,” you asked.

He didn’t answer. He looked at you was bloodshot eyes. Leone was crying again. You knew why, he told you a long time ago once you both started getting close. There would never be a day where Abbacchio didn’t carry the guilt of what happened to his partner. You could only try to make him a bit happier, and figured if you could do that you then you were doing something right.

You walked up to him and gently took the bottle out of his hands. You gave him a sympathetic smile. “You deserve to be here today Leone, I’m not going to let you cry in your bedroom on your birthday.”

Abbacchio snapped out of his saddened expression for a moment. “What? You remembered? I told you my birth date ages ago.”

“Of course I remember! Are you kidding me? I love you Leone, I’m gonna remember important dates when you tell me them.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say today is important,” he whispered under his breath.

You heard that and rolled your eyes. “Yes it is! You survived another year of crazy mafia business, we all did. That needs to be celebrated.”

Abbacchio went quiet. “But, my partner.... he’s.... he’s gone and-”

“Stop.” You cut him off. “We aren’t going to do this today. I know how much he meant to you, but trust me when I say he would want you to be happy. Especially on your birthday.”

Leone sighed and stood up. “Fine.” If it was anyone else telling him to enjoy today he would’ve made them go away, but he knew that him being happy would make you happy. So for one day Leone decided to shove all of his bad thoughts away.

You smiled. “Get dressed, I have things planned for today!”

You left him to get ready and went to talk to the rest of the gang for a little bit. While part of Abbacchio’s brain wanted to act like he didn’t even have a birthday, another part really wanted to have fun with you today.

He took his time showering and fixing up for the day. Leone wasn’t expecting anything at all for his birthday. He honestly thought that everyone would forget, but when he walked down the stairs he was greeted by the whole gang.

“Happy birthday,” they all said to him. Abbacchio stood there for a moment not really processing what was going on. You just laughed at his confused look.

“Did you honestly think we wouldn’t do anything for your birthday?”

“Y/N has a ton of stuff ready for your birthday Abbacchio,” Mista said.

“Yeah! She wouldn’t stop talking about it for like a week,” Narancia added.

Abbacchio glanced over towards you. “Please tell me you didn’t do something big.”

You shrugged. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Come on! I wanna give you your presents!”

You grabbed Abbacchio’s hand and pulled him into another room. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

He did as he was told. “Y/N, I don’t need presents. You saying happy birthday was enough.”

“Nope! I need to give you a present,” you insisted.

You placed the box in his hands. “You can open it.”

He opened his eyes and began opening up the present. There was a new pair of black headphones in there.

“I know yours are really old and their pretty much broken now. So I thought you might like new ones,” you said shyly.

Abbacchio smiled. “Thank y-”

“Wait! You have one more thing.”

“Y/N the headphones were enough. You didn’t need to go all out.”

You reached into the bag behind you. “No trust me, I think you’re going to like this one a lot. Close your eyes one more time.”

You placed the thing into his hands. He noticed it was really light. Leone opened his eyes. They were tickets to the opera he wanted to see. He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Y/N... are you serious?”

“I know how much you like opera and you were talking about the new show nearby so I figured we could go together. I got us those tickets for tonight. We could go to the opera and then later on we can go out to dinner with the rest of the gang since they want to hang out with you on your birthday too.”

Abbacchio was touched. After everything that’s happened to him he thought that no one would ever love him like you do. You went out of your way to make him happy today. You planned all of this out just to try and put a smile on his face. Lucky for you it worked.

Leone stood up and gave you a big hug. He didn’t say anything for a while and he had you in a death grip. “Thank you. I really mean it. You.... you didn’t need to do all of this.”

“I know, but I wanted to. You deserve this. You’re a good man Abbacchio, and I love you.”

You heard him sniffle. That last line nearly made him cry. “He was a good man.” Abbacchio would probably never believe that, but hearing it from you made him feel so loved. “I love you too, Y/N. More then you will ever know.”

[egcdeath]

birthdays with the boys

in honor of my own birthday, today i’ll be sharing with you what i think your birthday with many cevans characters would be like. enjoy! <3

steve rogers

he leaves his mission early and unannounced so when you wake up to the smell of pancakes in your house, and a man with breakfast in bed you almost jump out of your skin buuut you couldn’t be happier to see him

breakfast in bed is just the start of your bday because he goes ALL. OUT. 

as you finish up eating, he grabs a folded piece of paper with a wax seal on it and hands it to you

he tells you to open it once he leaves, gives you a wink, then goes

he planed a birthday scavenger hunt for you!!!

for the rest of the day, you travel around the city to a bunch of important places in your relationship, like your fav dates n stuff

at the midway point of the hunt, he meets you for a coffee and makes sure you’re still enjoying everything before he sends you off with the avenger’s company card and basically tells you to get something nice before finishing the hunt hehe

you do in fact get yourself something nice

at the end of the hunt, you end up at the compound where all of your friends and teammates are and you have a very nice birthday party

by the time that you and steve go home, you’re exhausted but wanna spend a lil more time savoring your birthday so steve suggests that the two of you watch that one cheesy rom com that you love (and he hates)

as you cuddle on the couch, popping the occasionaly popcorn kernel in your mouth, you cant help but to feel grateful that you have such an amazing boyfriend

ransom drysdale

his birthdays were always disregarded when he grew up, so he has a very extravagant celebration planned for you

we all know that he can make a pretty airtight and elaborate plan so you literally have zero idea of what he’s got up his sleeve

enter: a whole birthday week

(he sweet talked your boss into some time off  so thats one whole thing you don’t have to worry about)

day one is a whole spa and a shopping day

he can’t stand some of your friends but he invites them anyway bc he knows it’ll make you happy

he’s glaring at your friends while they giggle about some new louis vuitton purse and you’re thoroughly amused by it

you give him extra kisses that night as a reward for not instigating any fights that day (awww bf of the year am i right ladies?)

day two you guys do a museum hop and look at lots of art

ransom rolls his eyes at canvases that have a few drops of paint on them and are called modern art, you think this is hilarious

day three you have a picnic together in a park

ransom knows you have an affinity for charcuterie boards and attempts to make you one himself (and it’s not all that bad), along with a bunch of dainty little sandwiches

later that day, you go to a planetarium together

on your drive back home you have an interesting convo on the meaning of life

day 4 you take a pottery class together

ransom makes the most deformed bowl you’ve ever seen in your life

so naturally you put it up for display in your bedroom (so whenever you see it you can think of him)

day five is a first class flight to some luxurious villa in europe. most of day five is taken up on a plane

ransom lets you lay your head on him while you sleep, even though the position you’re in is making it astonishingly uncomfortable for him

day six you guys explore the city all day together

ransom makes sure not to complain about his aching legs (even though yours are getting sore too, and if he said something you would’ve done something about it!)

on your real birthday (day seven), ransom takes you out to a very nice dinner, and gives you a hand written letter detailing how much he loves and cares about you (because sometimes it’s hard for him to say his feelings)

you’re extremely flattered but have no idea how you’ll top this for his own birthday

andy barber

you and andy aren’t really huge on big gestures, so he does little things throughout the day

while you’re at work, he makes a surprise stop by and brings you your favorite drink & lunch from your favorite food place

he sends a bouquet of flowers to your job as well

after work, he cooks for you then showers you in gifts

your favorite thing that he gets you is a little engraved necklace with yours and his initials on it

at the end of the day, he gives you a nice full body massage and somehow that was exactly what you needed.

maybe not the most extravagant birthday, but a good one nonetheless.

frank adler

you have a pretty chill birthday with him and mary

he brings you a cake that him and mary made/decorated together

it’s kind of hideous but you love it

you guys let mary skip class for just 1 (one) day but tell her to keep it a secret

you call the school and let her fake being sick in the background. it is a hoot

you all go to the zoo together 

you take tons of pictures

your personal favorite is one where mary and frank are posing with a giraffe

after the zoo, you go bowling

when you win, the sore losers that came with you claim they were letting you win since it was your birthday

you end your day at the beach, watching mary and her cat play in the sand in your peripheral vision while you and frank admire the sunset

ah, sweet, sweet domesticity

ari levinson

you go to an escape room to celebrate your birthday

it’s just you and ari, but you’re smart so you don’t expect it to be too difficult

🚨wrong🚨

you’re both so hard headed and stubborn that doing any of the tasks is like pulling teeth

eventually the building had to close, and you’ve only finished like... a few tasks in the hours you’ve been there

this was certainly not a bad birthday though, arguing with ari is one of your favorite pastimes

and this birthday certainly did not disappoint

jake jensen

you and the rest of your team decided to go to a little retro arcade for the first half of the night

you spent way more time than necessary watching jake attempt to beat the high score of some random game

after giving up on beating the highest score on a pac-man machine, jake decided to attempt to win you a prize on the claw machine

like, $20 and a few annoyed humans in line behind him later, it was still nothing

when jake finally gave up, the next person in line won the soft and plushy elephant you had your eye on

and while your back was turned, he may or may not have paid off its rightful owner in order to get it with you

it was too sweet of a gesture for you to even try to be annoyed with jake

a bit later, you decided to partake in a game of laser tag which was going on in the same building

this was fine and dandy buuuut

everyone on your team treated every mission (real or fictional) like the end of the world

this made for a few very interesting matches

jake nearly trampled a child more than one time

good thing everyone was required to sign a waiver before playing

a custody battle over which team got to have cougar seemed to be a consistent theme during the night

when you were on different teams, you couldn’t help but notice that jake was getting a little too much pleasure out of shooting you

it was fine because you were equally enthusiastic about shooting him

you were eventually booted from the game when an employee claimed you were all being too rough

at some point you lost the elephant

but luckily for you, you found it before you went home

you were going to keep that elephant forever

johnny storm

you were genuinely convinced that johnny forgot your birthday

he did not bring it up ONCE the whole day

you’re actually kind of hurt for a while and get all in your head

johnny gets the silent treatment 🙄 (but he deserves it)

you decide to stop moping and go out, since it issss your birthday

you do your makeup and put on a skimpy little dress

as you leave your room and start enter the communal portion of the baxter building, johnny stops you and checks you out

he’s like “where are you going????”

and you’re like “out 😐”

and he’s like “are you sure? 🤨”

and you’re like yes duh

then he gestures to the side really quickly and you’re kinda confused then a whole bunch of people pop out and start cheering for your birthday

you’re kinda embarrassed that you spent so much of the day moping but you quickly get over it because you love a good party

by the time that most of your guests are gone, you force johnny to take you out to the club

and of course you warn him not to ever pull a stunt like that again

lucas lee

he forgot it was your birthday

[toko-writing-imagines]

Chihiro, Toko, Ibuki, and Miu celebrating their s/o's birthday hcs

This is,, really just some self-indulgent hcs I made for myself

so I chose to write my favorite characters for them ₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭☆

Happy birthday to me ♡ (and to anyone else who happens to share the same bday as me)

【Chihiro Fujisaki】

• This boy would make the cutest small birthday party setup to surprise you with

• He had Makoto take you out somewhere so you dont ruin the surprise he has planned. And once you leave, he gets to work

• He would put up cute decorations, stringing up some streamers here and there along with some balloons, all in your favorite color(s)

• Chiaki even comes over for a little bit just to help him make a cake! It would be of your favorite flavor and even have a cute flowers and a picture of a lil minecraft bee (tho Chiaki added that herself)

• And once you finally come back, Chihiro will spring up and say, "Happy Birthday!!"

• His present to you is a cute tamagotchi toy! He even programmed some extra stuff to do so you don't get bored of it.

• These were his favorite on the go toys when he was little, so why not get you one? He will even show you how to play it and the added features he implemented

• The rest of the day was spent eating the cake him and Chiaki baked earlier, and him showing you the ropes of how to play the tamagotchi toy

【Toko Fukawa】

• Oh this writer will be more nervous and anxious than ever before

• She feels the absolute need to go all out for your birthday. Like- it's your birthday and you deserve everything on this entire planet

• And if anything, she might have planned a few things a week in advance, as she wants your birthday to be perfect

• She would probably arrange a small cafe date, and have you get some pastries the place serves. She wants you to enjoy yourself on your special day

• After that, you two will take a quiet stroll through the park, admiring the flowers while making some small talk

• She may ask you once or twice throughout the day about how today is going and everytime she does, you tell her it's already perfect since you get to spend your birthday being with her

【Ibuki Mioda】

• Probably the calmest one out of this whole group when it comes to your birthday. Honestly she is really excited about it rather than worried

• Her whole gift to you is a huge concert and preforming songs either named after you or based around you

• And she invites everyone to celebrate it (basically the entire class of 77-B and even class 78)! Plus a huge concert can't be given without a crowd

• The concert specifically- well, Ibuki really had outdone herself with it

• Flames coming out of her guitar at times, fireworks shooting up in the air almost after every song, colorful lights all around - man it was nuts

• But hey, that's Ibuki for you. Even Hiyoko danced upon the stage a few times and Mahiru even took some pictures to capture this moment!

• You concluded that it was the best birthday ever

【Miu Iruma】

• She would be a bit nervous at first, but the nervousness would go as quick as it came

• Miu would spend the entire night before working continuously to perfect her gifts

• So when it is your birthday, she would surprise you with literally so many inventions. Some are,, inconvenient than others, but you still appreciate the thought of them

• I can also just imagine her parading you around like some kind of goddess sent from the heavens and bringing everyone's attention to you

• She would tone it down if you asked her, but expect a slight pout and a couple of whines from her. Everyone deserves to see the grace of the gorgeous girl genius s/o

• As an added bonus from her, you will happily receive tons of kisses and cuddles from the inventor. Kisses throughout the day and both when it's just the two of you

• This Ultimate Inventor, the gorgeous girl genius herself, really does not slack off when it comes to anything - especially when it comes to you

❀•°•═══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═══•°•❀

was gonna add Mikan but was too tired

Look at me doing something for myself- woooo

Im happy with these a lot and I hope everyone enjoys them too

Once again, Happy birthday to me and to anyone else who shares the same bday ♡

~ Mod Toko 💜

[spiderling-space]

Alright so my bday is on Christmas Eve and due to everyone being out with family I’ve never had a bday party. So, may I request the first years throwing a surprise party for MC? Personally it would be cute if MC broke down crying tears of joy saying how much they appreciate everyone, but it’s up to you.

I was going to only focus on New Year related stuff then I saw your request. My birthday is in 3 days (27th) and because of COVID-19, for the first time in 18 years, I won’t be able to celebrate it with my friends so this will be self-indulgent for me.

Happy belated birthday! Congratulations on leveling up to a new age! I hope you will have a healthy year!

Since there are too many characters, I’ll go with the headcanon format. Once again, it is assumed that these fellas didn’t go home during their winter break.

My inbox is open

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Ace Trappola

Ace is the one who thought of a surprise birthday party for (Y/N). He somehow got them to tell him when their birthday is and he told Deuce as soon as he learned it.

He is the mastermind behind the planning. He excuses himself from doing the actual work by saying he has done the plan.

Ace asks Trey to do the cake for (Y/N) or more accurately he tries to trick him into baking without Ace doing any labour but he fails.

♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️

Deuce Spade

Deuce wrote on his phone and his notebooks when (Y/N)’s birthday is so he wouldn’t forget.

He didn’t think of throwing a party for them at first but after Ace pitched in his idea, he thought it was a great one. He also avoids (Y/N) to not spill the beans.

Deuce works hard on preparing the decorations for (Y/N)’s birthday. He sometimes fails but at least Jack is helping him.

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Jack Howl

Ace and Deuce tell about the surprise birthday party for (Y/N) to Jack. At first, he is casual about it but then he agrees to help only because it is the right thing to do. 

He hates lying and cannot lie so he will avoid talking with (Y/N) every time they ask what he is doing.

Jack is helping Deuce with decorations, doing the heavy lifting and hanging the decorations on high places, his strength and height being extremely useful for this occasion.

🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

Epel Felmier

Ace and Deuce ask if Epel wants to join with Jack joining them. He agrees to help because he has never done this before, in his village, there is no person around his age.

He is usually a quiet person and he can keep a secret just like how he keeps his feral side secret. Most of the time at least... So he can hang around (Y/N) during that time.

Trey is going to make side desserts and the ingredients are provided by your truly Epel. Also, Epel craves beautiful shapes out of apples to make the decoration on the table.

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Sebek Zigvolt

It was hard to convince Sebek to join in the preparations but Ace is there to trick him. Ace says helping them prepare for (Y/N)’s birthday would be a great practice for Lilia and Malleus’ birthdays.

The rest of the gang tells him that he took silence oaths, meaning that they will not talk about the party so Sebek also takes an oath. That was a lie though. They told him that because Sebek has a booming voice and when he talks about it, (Y/N) could hear him from meters away.

Sebek wants to take on the most complex and hardest tasks for the surprise birthday party and wants to be included in all processes of the planning so he can do them on Lilia and Malleus’ birthdays. 

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

The Great Grimm

Ace and Deuce tell Grimm about the party they are planning. Grimm likes the idea of the party and agrees to help but he has one condition. They will get him tuna cans and special treats from Trey's baking.

Grimm can keep his mouth shut if he wills it and the incentive is too good to pass.

Since Grimm is tiny with little paw-paws, he can't do much with the preparations. His duty is to distract (Y/N) so that they won't find out the surprise.

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On the day of (Y/N)'s birthday, Grimm does something that makes (Y/N) chase him. Grimm lures them into the loctaion where the party is held and (Y/N) is met with "SURPRISE!" from everyone, almost giving them heart attack. They get emotional over the party they prepared because (Y/N) doesn't have their family nor their friends from their world. They thank them all and open their presents after blowing out the candles. They barely keep Grimm form diving into the cake. (Y/N) is also wary of Ace, thinking that he might smash the cake to their face.

[scarletemeterio-thesecond]

I loved failed expectations and falling so much! It’s such a creative idea and I’d LOVE to read more of it. How reader and zuko get closer, how they turn from strangers to friends to (eventually) lovers (random thought: their first time must be pretty awkward if they’re still like that by then lmao) and I just love the whole concept. It’s so cute and lovely! That’s why i wanted to ask whether pt 3 is possible or not? p.s. happy belated birthday to you! <3

Omg thank you SO much for requesting a part 3! I never thought people would even like part 1 that much 🥺😊 I won't be writing anything about their first time or anything like that because I'm not comfortable with it. I’m pretty sure this will be the last part in this little series, so thank you to anyone who liked/commented/shared and enjoyed the previous two parts, it means a lot! Also this one is a bit long hehe, hope you like it!

(also, thank you for the birthday wishes even though I'm answering this long after my bday)

•••

Confessed Feelings (Zuko x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: slight mension of smut, but nothing too serious.

Genre: Fluff.

Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender.

Summary: Zuko and reader fall in love with each other.

Word Count: 2904

part 1 | part 2

He realized he was falling in love with you, and suddenly, all the increased heartbeats and the nerves he felt whenever he was near you started to make sense. He knew you were already married, but he still feared you wouldn't feel the same way as he did, so he didn't say anything for a while.

What he didn't know, though, was that you were starting to have feelings for him. When you saw what he had been planning for your birthday, you realized that maybe a happy future with him was more possible than you'd initially thought. Your family stayed for a few days, and it was really nice to spend some time together.

•••

Both of you stayed silent about your feelings for each other for a while. Sometimes you suspected he didn't feel the same way, but whenever you were alone and he made you laugh, or told you stories about his childhood, you thought that maybe he could like you too.

Your picnics near the turtle duck pond were a usual thing already, you went there at least once a week. But there was one day when he went to your room to tell you that he wouldn't be able to spend some time with you. You could tell how sorry he was, so you looked at him with a warm smile on your face and told him that everything was okay, that you understood.

That week was a tough one, and in the time you'd been there you got to know Zuko quite a bit, and you knew that he was always too hard on himself, you a few days later you decided to visit him.

"Hey, Zuko," you said as soon as the guards opened the door.

"(Y/N), hi! What are you doing here?" He wasn't expecting and was even a bit surprised when he saw you there, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy about seeing you.

"I guess I just missed spending time with you," you began saying. "And I figured you would be a little stressed after spending so much time here by yourself."

"Well, I miss spending time with you too, (Y/N)," you couldn't help but smile at his words. "And you're right, I have been busy with some Fire Lord stuff."

"I can leave if you want to, I don't want to bother you," you said.

"No, no, stay. You could never be a bother, (Y/N)," he extended one arm, inviting you to sit in the chair in front of him. "I could use a break," he mumbled loud enough for you to hear him. You sat on the chair and leaned on his desk with your elbows, resting your face on your hands.

"You're worried about something, aren't you?" You knew he was, you could tell just by looking at him, and he knew just by looking at you that there was no point in lying about it. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

He turned his gaze to one side, staying in silence for a moment. He then let out a sigh and opened his mouth to talk.

"I knew being the Fire Lord would be difficult," he started saying. "But sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for this," he admitted. You quickly got up from your chair and moved it so you could be next to him before sitting again. He looked at you and suddenly you realized that his body was not as tense as before. "Sometimes I'm afraid of ending up like my father, of being so bad and evil, not only to the Fire Nation but also to those around me." You made eye contact and gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm not going to pretend that I know what you're going through as Fire Lord, but if there's something I know is that you're a good person, Zuko," he turned his gaze to the floor and you grabbed one of his hands. "Hey, look at me," you cupped his face with your free hand, making him look at you in the eyes. "You're nothing like your father, okay?"

"How can you be so sure about that?"

"Because I know you, and I'm happy that I'm married to someone like you, Zuko," you said. You could tell he had tears forming in his eyes, and you ran your thumb across his cheek. "Listen to me, I know that running a whole country is hard and that you have responsibilities, but everyone needs a break from time to time."

He nodded and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. One tear started to fall down his face and you wiped it away with your finger.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"There's nothing to thank for, Zuko. Just know that I'm always here if you need me, okay?" He nodded again and leaned over your hand as you kept caressing his face. He opened his eyes and thought about how beautiful and sweet you were. The two of you were getting closer, and when you were about to kiss, you were interrupted.

"Fire Lord Zuko, your meeting is about to begin." You quickly pulled away from each other and he got up abruptly.

"I'll be there in just a moment," he said to the guard. He turned around to look at you and suddenly he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He took you by surprise but you still wrapped your arms around his waist. "Thank you again, (Y/N)," he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and you buried your face in his chest to hide how much you were blushing. He let go of you and as he was walking he stopped once again. "Would you have dinner with me later?"

"Of course, Zuko," you agreed.

"Great, it's a date," he told you, not fully realizing what he'd said, but he quickly turned around and left the room.

Later that night, you had dinner together. It felt nice for Zuko to take a little break, and he absolutely loved spending time with you. Neither of you mentioned anything about what had happened earlier right before the guard interrupted you, but things were just a little bit awkward because of that moment. Still, you had a good time, and there was a smile on both of your faces as he walked you to your room.

"Thank you for today, I had a really nice time," you said to him once you reached your chambers.

"I should be thanking you, (Y/N), and I really had a good time, too." You stayed there for a couple of seconds, wondering if you should -or wanted to- say goodbye, and then he kept talking. "You know, I was thinking that maybe you could stay in my room," you looked at him clearly confused and he blushed right before correcting himself. "I don't mean tonight! I mean as, like, a permanent thing, but nothing like... that, you know?" You giggled and grabbed one of his hands.

"I think I'd like that, Zuko," you said. He sighed slightly and smiled at you.

"Okay, then tomorrow I'll start arranging it." It was clear that neither of you wanted to say goodbye and put an end to such a beautiful day, but it was late already and you were pretty tired.

"I think I'm going to go to sleep," you commented. He nodded with his head and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah, it's late. So, good night, I guess".

"Good night, Zuko," you placed a kiss on his cheek, and then you got into your room. You closed the door and on each side of it, the two of you were blushing and smiling.

You went to bed and stayed awake a bit thinking about him. You didn't know that he was already in love with you, but what you did know was that you were falling for him too.

•••

As the days went by, you two fell harder for each other. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but something deep down always held you back, which you knew was a bit dumb since you were already married, but still. Zuko felt the same way as you did.

You’d permanently moved your things to his room, which you now shared, and at first, things were a bit awkward. You got used to sleeping next to him, however, and he loved seeing your face as soon as he woke up every morning.

During the past few weeks, you’d got even closer; Zuko learned how to lean on you whenever he needed it, and he was always there for you too. You finally felt at home, and those days when you wouldn’t even speak to each other felt so far away in the past.

“(Y/N)?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name. “What do you think?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you say,” you admitted. Zuko smiled briefly and sat on your bed before grabbing one of your hands.

“I said that I’ll have to travel to the Earth Kingdom in a few days, and I would love it if you came with me,” he said. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“It would be my pleasure, but why?” He turned his gaze away from you and took a deep breath.

“I want you there with me because I trust you,” he began saying. “But also because you’re my wife, and I want to rule the Fire Nation with you by my side.” You smiled at his words and nodded with your head in agreement. “Thank you, (Y/N). We can also go visit my uncle while we’re at Ba Sing Se, he’s very excited to meet you.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him, too.” Your words made him smile happily, he loved the fact that you wanted to meet someone that was incredibly important to him, and he couldn’t wait to see his family all in one place. “When are we leaving?”

“In two days, first thing in the morning.”

When he said first thing in the morning, he truly meant it. It was a calm trip, and thankfully when you arrived in the Earth Kingdom, you had enough time to get comfortable in your room and tidy your things before your meeting in the afternoon. The two of you had just finished when suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was a guard that informed you that the King wanted to give you a tour around the Palace since you were going to stay for a few days. Right after said tour, you had lunch with the King, and then it was time for the meeting. It ended up being pretty long, but you were glad you got to be there since you found it quite interesting.

Once you were back in your room, Zuko asked you if you wanted to go to his Uncle’s shop, to which you said yes. You looked for some clothes to get changed and you went to the bathroom, but when you put your dress on you realized you couldn’t tie it, so you decided to ask Zuko for help.

“Zuko, can I come out?” You asked.

“Yes, (Y/N), you can.”

“Oh, great. Could you help me with my dress? I can’t tie it,” you said.

“Yeah, sure,” you walked over to him and turned around, with your back facing him. He grabbed the two strings of your dress and tied them in the back. When he was done he placed his hands on your shoulders, and you turned around to look at him. “You look very pretty,” he said.

“Thank you,” you answered, completely blushed. You stayed there for a few seconds, making eye contact, and then you looked at his head. “Your topknot is a mess, Zuko,” you commented while giggling. He laughed too and checked his reflection in the mirror.

“You’re right, it’s probably because I changed my clothes,” he mumbled. He then got rid of it, letting his hair down and he tried to fix it with his hands before giving up.

“Come here, I’ll do it,” you told him while getting closer to him. He bent over a bit since you were a little shorter than him, and you fixed his hair in just a few seconds. “See? Much better now.” He thanked you and then you went to the tea shop.

His uncle was already waiting for you, and there was no one else in the shop. When he saw his nephew, he wrapped his arms around him.

“And this must be the lovely (Y/N) you’ve told me about,” he wondered.

“That’s right, sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said.

“The pleasure is all mine, you’re the one who makes my nephew happy after all,” he commented. You let out a small smile, but you were confused about what he’d said. However, you didn’t say anything, but you thought about asking Zuko what he’d meant once you were alone.

You spent a lovely evening, full of laughs and fun. You’d already finished eating dinner, so you were just talking and telling funny stories when suddenly Iroh spoke.

“Why don’t you two go upstairs while I make some tea?” He suggested. “It’s a really nice night and I’m sure the stars look beautiful.”

“I don’t know, uncle-.”

“Come on, I don’t want you to get bored,” he interrupted him. “The new balcony looks really nice, now go,” he said while waving his hand. You finally gave in and went upstairs, to the balcony as Iroh had said, and realized that the stars actually looked really beautiful.

“Well, your uncle was right about the stars, they’re beautiful,” you mumbled while leaning on the railing.

“Yeah, they are,” he said. He wasn’t paying attention to the sky, his eyes were on you and he couldn’t help but think how you were much more beautiful than the stars.

“I had a good time tonight,” you began saying. “It’s like we got to be just (Y/N) and Zuko for a while and not the Fire Lady and Fire Lord, you know?” You looked at him and he got closer, also leaning on the rail.

“Do you think we would’ve got along if we’d met under different circumstances?” He wondered out loud.

“I don’t know, but if I have to be honest, I wouldn’t change a single thing about… us.” He turned his gaze at you and let out a cheesy smile.

“I would change only one thing,” he began. “I would’ve been nicer to you from the first day I met you.”

“Yeah, you were kind of a jerk at the beginning,” you chuckled. There was a small silence before he spoke again.

“Do you still regret marrying me?” He asked. You looked at him confused, waiting for him to continue. “A little over a month after we got married, one of your friends went to the palace to visit you, and I kind of heard what you were talking about,” he confessed. You opened your eyes in surprise at his words, but couldn’t say anything since he kept talking. “I didn’t mean to do that and I feel very guilty about it, but your words kind of stuck with me, so that’s why I asked you that.”

“I don’t regret it, Zuko,” you said after a few moments of silence, “I’m actually very happy with my life right now. Yes, at first things were difficult, but as I said, I wouldn’t change anything, Zuko. And I mean it,” you explained. “I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I have to tell you something,” he said right after you finished speaking. You placed one of your hands on his shoulder and grabbed his hand with the other in a reassuring way. He looked at you and then took a deep breath. “I’m in love with you,” he admitted. “I just can’t keep hiding it. I love you, and I know we’re married already but I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way and that we’d go back to no talking again, and-.”

“Hey, wait, Zuko,” you interrupted him. “Hey, look at me,” he did as you said and looked at you in the eye. “Calm down, you don’t have to be afraid of that.”

“What do you mean?” He whispered.

“What I mean is that I love you too, Zuko,” you said. He cupped your face with one of his hands and looked at you with confusion.

“Are you serious?” You nodded with your head and you could see that there was a tear rolling down his cheek.

“I am, I love you.” You pressed your foreheads together and he asked if he could kiss you, to which you answered yes. His lips were soft, and you thought about how different it felt to kiss him now compared to the day of your wedding. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and both of his hands were on your face. When you pulled away, the two of you were smiling, and you thought about how lucky you were to be able to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.

[luxekook]

in too deep ☼ knj

☼ dedication: this fic is a bday present for the loml tay aka tay bay bay aka @interludemoonchild​!!!! luv u long time <33 (sorry this isn’t about hobi skksksks)

☼ pairing: marine biologist namjoon x assistant reader

☼ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

☼ summary: you had always grown up being told tales of terrible jobs with tyrannical bosses. but now, you’re left to wonder why you hadn’t heard more tragic stories of all-too-wonderful jobs with all-too-beautiful bosses... did falling for your boss only lead to heartbreak and a two weeks’ notice? or could it yield the possibility of romance?

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ warnings: pg15, cursing, chaotic energy, pining, miscommunication, mentions of quitting, lots of sea nerd stuff, namjoon is smart af but an idiot in love, the reader isn’t any better, crabby bois, arguments, completely cheesy fluff, short make out sesh, mention of sex

☼ banner creator: heathy bby @shadowsremedy​

☼ beta reader: the amazing and astoundingly talented phia @meowxyoong​

“Kim Namjoon!” You cry, swatting the blue-clawed crab away from your feet with a broom, “What did I tell you about bringing your goddamn crustaceans into the office?”

The man in question hustles out of his office looking disheveled, “You’ve seen Carl?” He sinks right down to his hands and knees to peer under your desk. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, little buddy!”

You stare disappointedly as your boss picks up ‘Carl’ from his hiding place and cradles him to his chest. “Namjoon,” You sigh exasperatedly, folding your arms.

He looks up at you and blushes, “Sorry, Star. I just feel so bad leaving them downstairs at the lab. It’s so lonely and dark down there.” 

While your stomach flips at the mention of his nickname for you, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Well, why don’t you just stay down there with them?”

“Because you’re up here…” He mumbles something incoherent. 

“What?” You lean forwards, your ears straining to catch the garbled syllables.

Namjoon clears his throat, looking everywhere but at you, “Because it’s nicer up here.”

“Don’t tell your investors that,” You laugh, thinking of all the fancy and shiny equipment housed in the aquatics lab a few floors below. Working for a top-tier marine biologist sure had its perks - namely the state of the art kitchen with a full espresso bar. 

“Star, I would never!” He looks affronted by the mere mention of such a thing. “Now, apologize to Carl for scaring him.” 

You scoff, but just one glance into Namjoon’s sparkling brown eyes makes you crumble instantly. “Fine,” You begrudgingly shoot the crab a look, “Sorry, Carl.”

“See, Carl?” Namjoon croons, “She’s sorry!” As he turns back to you, you can immediately tell he is about to launch into Marine Biologist Mode™. 

“Carl is a blue crab - a Callinectes sapidus, to be precise. That scientific name literally means ‘savory beautiful swimmer’.”

“Savory, huh?” You quip, relishing in the scandalized look Namjoon shoots you.

“Don’t listen to her, Carl,” He whispers, stroking a finger gently down the crab’s shell. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes… He’s named for his pretty sapphire-tinted claws, and he’s one of the most harvested species of his kind. So, don’t even think about it.”

You burst out laughing as he eyes you, “Okay, Joon, I’ll leave my pot of boiling water at home.”

Namjoon splutters out a choked laugh, looking at you like you are the most exasperating thing he’s ever come across. And, you probably are.

When you came to work for the distinguished marine biologist four months ago, you found him literally buried beneath piles of research papers, files, and National Geographic magazines. Apparently, he had tripped into his filing cabinet and everything had fallen off of the shelves onto him. The man had been a right mess. It was no wonder he had put an ad out in search of an assistant.

In your new role, you slowly but surely introduced some structure and organization into Namjoon’s life as best you could. The first thing you did was update his office. The man still had an honest to god lava lamp on his desk. You were still baffled at how he had managed not to break the fixture before your arrival.

Swiftly following the disposal of the cursed lava lamp, you ordered new file cabinets - and had them nailed to the wall. Virtually, you did even more. You restructured his online platforms and updated his schedule to include more than just scattered notes like “Meeting at 10AM, i think? Or was it 10PM?”

To his credit, Namjoon adhered to most of your suggestions and changes, but apparently he still refused to grasp the ‘no creatures in the office’ rule.

Overall, Namjoon was a great boss - kind, understanding, sweet, and a tad eccentric. His love for all things sea-related shone through the gentle way he handled his specimens, the passionate tone of voice he used while speaking on any related topic, and the stars in his eyes at the mere mention of discovering a new species.

It had been all too easy to become infatuated with him. Especially when he called you “Star” and left you to interpret the meaning on your own. 

You remember the exact moment that you fell in love with him so vividly. It had been last month, just three months into working for him. Namjoon had been going off about fucking sand of all things.

“…Sand speaks of history, of science, of travels. Each grain of sand holds thousands upon thousands of years of movement, of erosion. For example, the beach outside of this building is tan because of the iron oxide tinting the quartz and the feldspar to a light brown color. But, there are other beaches that are black, white and even pink in color! It’s fascinating! And to quote the goddess of marine biology Rachel Carson: "In every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is a story of the Earth…”

Yeah, you are head over heels for your boss. And that’s why you needed to quit.

The end of the workday arrives too quickly - a common theme it seems when you love what you do and who you work for. Namjoon walks beside you down to the parking lot. You sneak a glance at his face and note that he seems deep in thought.

Your mind slips to the image of you and Namjoon going home together to a shared house overrun with fish tanks and models of sharks. It’s all too easy to picture, and all too painful to acknowledge the impossibility.

“Star,” Namjoon’s voice jolts you from your fantasy. You blink up at him, realizing you’re both stopped beside your adjacent cars. Namjoon smiles at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow? It’ll be Friday, finally...” 

It seems like he wants to say more but stops himself for some reason. You pause, waiting for him to continue, but he just blushes and brings a hand to the back of his neck bashfully.

“Yeah, Friday,” Your tone is less enthusiastic. You planned to hand in your two weeks’ notice tomorrow. It’s a complete strategy on your part so that you can have the whole weekend to cry and shove at least one gallon of ice cream down your throat.

You wave goodbye to each other and enter your respective cars. You watch Namjoon pull out of the parking lot before you and pause to rest your forehead on your steering wheel. You were so screwed.

Twenty-four exhausting hours later, you find yourself with your fist poised over Namjoon’s wooden office door. Are you actually doing this? Are you really going to quit the only job you’d ever loved? 

Yes, you are. You love Namjoon too much to stay here surrounded by his charisma and his beauty. You love him too much to try to complicate his workspace, his sacred ground. You love him too much to ask him to blur the lines of colleague and lover.

You need to leave - for his sake and for yours. It isn’t like he still needs you. He has been following your routine with vigor and always keeps his office organized now. Your tasks have been dwindling for weeks. 

It’s time to move on. God, even the tension today had been off the charts with you and Namjoon skirting around each other like you were both walking on eggshells. Clearly, he is also feeling like you are in the way.

With that in mind, you straighten your shoulders and finally knock on the door.

Your ears strain for any sign of an answer. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to sustain the meager amount of courage you had mustered up inside you. Twisting open the handle, you push the door open and are immediately met with an empty office. Damn, he must be downstairs.

You chuckle at the sheer idiocy of your panicked state over knocking on an empty office door.

This is perfect anyways. You can hand Namjoon your two weeks’ and then evacuate the building in one sweep. Shutting down your computer and grabbing your things, you trudge out of the room and towards the stairs.

The journey downwards seems akin to walking the plank as you take each step slowly, dreading the inevitable. 

Ciara has it all wrong: you do not love it when you One, Two Step. 

The entrance to the lab looms overhead. The steel double doors look more like the gateway to hell rather than a nice entrance to a marine facility. You don’t break your stride as you march through the doors. If you had, you might not have kept going.

The familiar light humming of the tank filters meets your ears as you peer around the rows of shelves containing colorful fish and scuttling critters.

“Joon?” You call, the nickname slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

“Back here, Star!” His answer sounds from the very back of the lab. Of course, that’s where the crabs are housed.

You make your way past the tanks of clownfish and the pools of stingrays to where Namjoon sits hunched over the shallow tank containing four green-tinted crabs. 

“That’s it, Nala.” Namjoon croons as the smallest of the four crabs swims around the tank, “You show your brothers how fast you are.”

“Talking to your subjects again, boss?” You can’t help but tease the man you've grown to love as he fawns over his work.

Namjoon blushes slightly and nods, pushing his glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose, “Studies have shown that it helps them develop.”

“I thought that was humans?” You say, shifting your weight back and forth. The letter in your hand seems to burn more each second you hold onto it. You couldn't take it anymore.

As Namjoon opens his mouth to reply, you thrust the letter into his chest and say, “Never mind. This is for you. Please read it later.”

With that, you fast-walk your way back to the entrance of the lab. The sound of the envelope tearing open only forces you faster. Fuck, it had been idiotic of you to assume that he would actually listen to you and open it later. Namjoon is as impatient as they come. Of course he wouldn't wait.

“Star!” His strangled call startles you, “What is this?”

“We can talk about it on Monday!” You reply, somehow already close to tears. Why is this godforsaken lab so big? You pace down the aisles of tanks and breathe a sigh of relief as the exit comes into view. 

Then, Namjoon comes barreling around the corner, cutting off your escape. The man looks baffled as he clutches your written resignation in his hands. His chest heaves as he holds the torn pages out towards you, “What. Is. This. Star?”

You bristle. I guess we’re doing this now, you thought. Stiffening your shoulders, you muster all the false bravado you can manage, “It’s my two weeks’ notice, Namjoon. I’m sure a smart guy like you can read.”

“Okay, allow me to rephrase,” Namjoon stalks towards you, tossing the crumpled letter over his shoulder. “Why did you give me this?”

“The letter explains everything,” Your eyes dart around, both in search of a viable escape and in avoidance of his intensity.

“Sure it does,” He scoffs, his eyes blazing with disbelief. “I want to hear it from you.”

Your back hits the cool glass of the tank behind you. You’re trapped between the contrasting temperatures of the water and Namjoon’s body.

“Joon,” Your voice shakes, “You don’t need me anymore. You’ve done everything I've asked of you and then some. You’re organized. You’re on time. You’re put together. I barely have enough tasks now to fill a day, let alone a week. It’s time to move on.”

“Time to move on?” Namjoon echoes before barking out a humorless laugh, “I don’t need you anymore? That’s really what you think, Star?”

“Don’t call me that.” The nickname snufs out any trace of fight left inside you, and you plead, “Just let me go, Joon.”

“Never,” He growls.

“I don’t understand what you’re not getting,” You sigh, exasperated and drained, “You’ve surpassed my expectations and erased the need for my position. I think the saying ‘the student has become the master’ applies here.”

Namjoon gapes at you before he snaps, “You’re the one who’s not getting it! Have you ever considered that the student might just be in love with the teacher?”

Joon rakes a hand through his hair as you become the one to gape open mouthed at the frustrated man.

He continues, “I wake up earlier every damn day because I can’t wait to see you at work. I organize all of my things because I just want to see you smile at me when you notice. I spend an hour each night picking out what to wear the next day because I want to impress you… Don’t you see? Everything I do is for you, is because of you. I want to be the best version of myself for you.”

Your mind struggles to compute the seemingly impossible notion that the object of your affections returns your love. “Did you,” You gasp out, “Just say that you loved me?”

“Yes, you complete jellyfish! I love you. I am in love with you! And it’s not like it’s not obvious! I call you ‘Star’ because you are my starfish, my sea star. You are the one who keeps the balance to my ecosystem of chaos. You are the key species that keeps everything afloat.”

“And you thought that was obvious?” You yell back at him, “How on earth would I immediately have known the intense analysis behind your nickname for me, Namjoon the science buffoon?” You huff, scrambling to process the amount of information that had just been thrown at you. 

He needed you?

He loved you back? 

He nicknamed you after a fucking marine invertebrate?!

Namjoon blinks in surprise, “Did you just insult me with a Bill Nye pun?” You don’t deign to give him a response. Namjoon chuckles before grinning sheepishly, “Okay, fine. You make a good point.”

“I know I do,” You pout. “You can’t just spring this on me, Joon. Why haven't you told me this before?”

“Because I was nervous that you would leave me, that you wouldn't return my feelings. Obviously, the first point is moot. What about the second?”

“You’re asking if I love you back?” Your body sags against the tank behind you, “How could I not, you crab-loving, walking mess of a—”

Namjoon captures your mouth with his, kissing you with fervor. His hands wind their way up to cradle your face between them like you are the most precious thing to him. 

Pulling back slightly, Namjoon rasps out, “So, you’ll stay?” 

“Hm, I don’t know,” You crack a wry smile, “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, let me show you,” Namjoon replies before whipping his shirt off. You gape open mouthed at the expanse of beautiful tan skin in front of you. 

Was that a hint of a tattoo swirling over his left shoulder?

He reaches down to tug at the hem of your dress, insinuating he wants it off. A nice concept in theory; however, with one look around at your surroundings, you slap his hand away. “Namjoon! Not in front of the fish!”

“But, Star, these aren’t fish! These are squid, and they are classed as cephalopods—”

You put a hand over his mouth, “Allow me to clarify: I will only fuck in a creature-free zone.”

Namjoon murmurs something beneath your palm. You give him a warning look before removing your hand. He immediately repeats himself, “My office?”

Your eyes narrow, “I know for a fact you have at least three crabs in there.”

Namjoon pauses, looking suspiciously shifty, “There are only seven…” 

You wait for it.

“...teen.” He finishes.

“Kim Namjoon!”

Two Years Later

The short walk down the aisle ends too quickly as you find yourself standing in front of a teary-eyed Namjoon. Five of his friends stand behind him in a row, while the sixth stands proudly as the officiant.

They really are out here looking like a whole boy band, you muse. But, you only have eyes for their leader. 

Namjoon stands before you, all tall and handsome in his tux; and as Officiant Jin™ begins the ceremony, you can't help but wonder how you got so lucky.

Finally, the ring exchange is introduced dramatically by Seokjin who spouts something about circles and never ending love. “Let us now have the rings brought forward and presented by the ring-bearer!” He booms, raising his arms up like he is summoning a great force.

Ring-bearer? You rake your mind for a prior mention of a ring-bearer… You thought Yoongi as the best man would have the rings.

Suddenly, Namjoon produces a silver whistle from his pocket and blows it once. You stare at your soon-to-be husband like he has sprouted another head.

And then you hear it: the sound of legs and claws scuttling across the floor towards the altar. 

“Tell me that is not what I think it is,” You whisper-yell over to Namjoon, who looks way too pleased for your liking.

Your fears and exasperations come true as Namjoon swoops down to pick up Carl who has two shiny rings tied to his shell with a ribbon.

“Oh, Kim Namjoon,” You sigh as you watch him remove the rings from Carl and hand the crab off to a disgruntled Taehyung, “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to marry me,” Namjoon grins.

And marry him you did.

a/n: jellyfish have no brains, lolz. idk why making joon call the reader a jellyfish made me crack tf up but IT DID.

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

[nahoyaglock]

📃 AS I AM CHAPTER 3 — Discovery

SUMMARY — You knew Kageyama Tobio since you both were in diapers, being close family 'friends'. You always wanted to befriend the quiet kid but no matter your efforts, he would never crack. When you transfer schools and meet Kageyama again, what will happen to your relationship?

PAIRING — family friend!kageyama x y/n

GENRE — fluff/crack/angst

WARNINGS — kags being a bigger meanie

WORD COUNT — 2.6k

FIND THE MASTERLIST HERE

It has been about more than two weeks since your first day at Karasuno, already creating good bonds with Hinata, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, and even Tsukishima. You were pretty close to all of them, spending alot of time together at lunch or after school, and even during the weekend. They wanted you to feel welcome, after all, you even had a little text group chat.

(Sent October 10th at 11:15 am)

Y/N: [Good morning yall, and happy birthday noya!]

Shoyo: [HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOYA!]

Tadashi: [goodmorning and happy bday!]

Tsukki: [morning, happy birthday]

Noya: [GOOD MORNING, AND THANKS GUYS!]

You smiled down at your phone before shutting it off. Since it was Noyas birthday, your mom let him and your friends come over, it also being a Saturday. You planned to have a sleepover with your new friends, Kageyama, and Tanaka of course. You had finished cleaning your living room, and despite it being small, it was big enough to fit a bunch of enthusiastic dorks, and Tsukishima.

You had begun cooking lunch, making sandwiches for you and Hinata, who was already on his way to your house. "Good morning honey," your mom spoke softly, rubbing her eyes as she walked past you to the coffee maker. "Good morning mom, Hinatas on his way here already," you smile and finish the sandwiches, putting them on a plate and walking to the living room.

"Okay, I have work today so ill be out for a little bit, tell Nishinoya I said happy birthday and Kageyama I said hello," she chuckled as she started the machine. You nodded and heard the doorbell ring, causing you to sit up and smile in excitement, placing the play down on the couch. "Thats Shoyo!"

You hop to the front door and immediately unlock the door, greeting the orange haired male with a smile that was matching his. "Hey y/n!" He greets and you let him in, closing the door behind himself. "Hi Shoyo, I made lunch," you say and lead him to the living room. "Wow, your house is really cute," he giggles and sets his bags and blanket in the corner next to the couch.

"Im glad you think so, I think Tanaka is arriving next, but i could be wrong," you say and plot down on the couch, hinata following your movements. "When is Kageyama coming?" He asks and rests his head on your shoulder, head tilted so he can look at you, but you just shrug. "He hasn't answered me since I sent him the invite yesterday," you say before handing him the plate and taking your sandwich.

"What? He answered me this morning," Hinata said and pulled his phone out of his pocket, going to his text messages with Kageyama. "Yeah, he texted me this morning, asked if i was coming to the sleepover," he said and you sae him typing on his screen. You felt hurt, Kageyama always answered you, whether it was one word, or even one letter, he always answered.

"Ah, he might've forgotten, i wont hold it against him," you smiled and decided to shake it off, it was Noyas birthday and you were ready to have fun. You and Hinata watched a bit of Netflix and ate a bit more than just the sandwhiches you made. It had been about more than an hour since the next person appeared, hearing the doorbell ring as you were in the middle of showing Hinata baby pictures of you and Kageyama.

"Ah, I bet its Tsukishima and Tadashi! Or just Tadashi!" Hinata shouts, jumping up, you following after him with a big goofy smile on your face as you both run to the door. "Its definitely Tanaka! Im calling it!" You laugh, barely able to keep up with the small male as he opens the door. As you looked at the male at the door, you and Hinata both shouted at the same time.

"Tadashi!"

"Tanaka!"

"K-kageyama?" You questioned and Hinata sighed, walking back to your room, sulking. "Its just Kageyama," he complaimed and Kageyama glared at him. "Whats that supposed to mean dumbass!" You let him in and close the door behind him as he kicks off his shoes. "Kags, you didnt bring any bags? Like, more than one?" You ask and walk to your room, seeing him hesitate to say respond.

"I'm not staying over. I just wanted to wish Nishinoya a happy birthday, i thought more people would be here by now," he nonchalantly responds, almost irritating you. "Well, you could've answered my text with a yes or no, or tell me that," you say and turn to face him, kicking his ankle softly. "Sorry," he muttered.

You entered your room with Kageyama and saw Hinata checking out your wall of pictures, filled with pictures of you and kageyama as children, you and your mom, and your friends from Nekoma. "Hey, is that Kenma?" He asked, turning his head to look at you and Kageyama with a curious face.

"Oh, yeah it is," you answer and walk over to the spot next to hinata. "Ah, Inuoka! Lev!" He exclaims with a excited expression, carefully scanning the pictures. "Is this the Nekoma volleyball club?" He asked, looking up at you with admiration as you confirm that it is.

"Thats so cool! You know Kuroo?!" He said, looking at another photo, one dear to your heart. It was the last time you saw them, you had a sleepover at Kuroos house, all the boys attending. You were wrapped in Kuroo and Inuokas arms, the 2nd years sitting on the couch in the back with the rest of the members asleep, or running around.

"Yeah, he acts like my brother sometimes. This was from our last sleepover before i came here," you state and he puts it back in his place when he hears the doorbell. "Okay, this time its DEFINITELY Tanaka!" You slap Hinatas arm and you two, once again, race to the front door. "Its gotta be Tadashi!" He once again opens the door to be met with Tanaka, causing you to shout in glory, hinata groaning.

"Uh, hello to you too," he laughs and steps over Hinata who dramatically fell to his knees. "Sorry, we were betting on who would arrive next," you laughed as he put his stuff next to Hinatas and saw Kageyama come out of your room. "Hey Tanaka," he greeted and you all sat on the couch, continuing the movie you and Hinata had started. After about 30 minutes more, there was a knock on the door.

"Thats definently Tsukishima," You say and Hinata nods as you stand up to open the door, greeting the tall blonde, noticing Tadashi and Noya behind him. "Hey Tsukki, Tadashi, and happy birthday Noya!" You greet, patting Tsukishimas arm and hugging the last two. "Everyones here, so lets get started, hmm?"

As everyone gets their stuff situated, you head to your room to get your phone and order some take out and remind your mom to get a cake before heading back out to your friends. "Noya, you ca– Noya?" You giggled softly, seeing him wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, and he smiles. "Yes?"

"Ah, I was gonna say you can choose a movie, unless you wanna do anything else before the food arrives," you bounce before taking a seat between Tsukishima and Hinata. "Movie please, i dont want to even know what hes thinking right now," Tsukishima said, his expression was serious. You elbow him with a chuckle that follows, "its his birthday, cut him some slack."

You all decided to play a few games with an old movie playing as background noise. Truth or dare, would you rather, never have I ever, and some board games, Tsukishima winning monopoly. He was currently boasting to Kageyama with a smug look on his face as the doorbell rang.

"Food!" You shouted and jumped up to answer the door, quickly paying for the food and closing the door before bringing it to the small coffee table in your living room. "Also my mom should be home in a few minutes so call down with all the cursing Tanaka," you laughed and opened the food boxes before grabbing some plates and utensils for them to serve themselves.

You guys ate and finally put on a movie, moving the coffee table to you, Noya, Tanaka, Tadashi, and Hinata could all huddle up on the floor infront of the tv, leaving Tsukishima and Kageyama on the couch. "Hey, im home honey. Hi boys," your mom called, a big bag in hands as she slipped off her shoes. "Hi y/ns mom!" Noya called and she brought the cake over to you.

"Happy birthday Noya, and hello Kageyama, its been a while since ive seen you, you're so big," your mom patted his shoulder and he nodded. "Hello Mrs. y/l/n," he spoke politely as Tsukishima quietly laughed at him. "Behave okay? Im heading to bed. Oh, and Kageyama, your mother invited us over tomorrow so i can take you home tomorrow, " she flashed a warm smile and your face lit up as you sat up from the cuddle pile.

"I haven't been to your house in years," you exclaim and placed a hand on Kageyamas knee, giggling. He shifted a bit, causing your hand to fall and he hummed, "because Tokyo is far." You roll your eyes and lay down back between Nishinoya and Hinata. "And im not sleeping over, my moms coming in 10 minutes to pick me up."

"Ah, well either way, ill see you tomorrow Tobio," your mom waved and left to her room. It was silent as you guys kept your eyes glued to the screen. Eventually Kageyama left, so Tsukishima joined the cuddle pile until you guys got tired. Hinata and Tadashi took the couch, Tanaka and Nishinoya draped over each other near the couch, Tsukishima laying next to you on the blanket that covered the itchy carpet.

You sat up, on your phone after your friends from Nekoma decided to blow up your phone.

"You still awake?" You jumped at the voice, thinking everyone was asleep, and you turned to the voice to see the salty blonde slipping on his glasses. "Yeah, my friends texted me," you whispered before turning off your phone, the room being engulfed by darkness and you took your spot next to Tsukishima. "So you and Kageyama?" He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at you.

"Yeah, he's weird. He hasn't been talking to me that much the past few weeks." You rest your head on the pillow and pull the blanket up over you. Tsukishima hums lightly before fixing his pillow, "is he always like this? He doesnt seem that way around the team."

"I guess? Hes always been dry and stand offish since we were children, but to other people he was different." You felt tired, and Tsukishima could sense it. "Rest, worry your head tomorrow." He pats your head before taking his glasses back off and lays down, you smile. "Thanks Tsukki."

"Dont call me that."

—

Once it became morning, Tanaka and Nishinoya were the firsts to leave, followed by Tadashi. You had just come out of the shower, finding Hinata folding his blankets and cleaning up the living room, and Tsukishima talking to your mom in the kitchen as he helped wash dishes. "Good morning mom," you yawned and grabbed a key from one of the drawers. "Im gonna stop by the store, wanna come with Tsukki? Hinata?"

Tsukishima looked at your mom and she nodded, telling him it was okay and that she'd finish the dishes on her own. You left the house with the two males, taking the short walk to the store. "You're going to Kageyamas right?" Hinata asked, bouncing to keep warm in the cold air. You nod and swing the keys around your finger, "yeah, in a few hours, oh! Let me text him."

(Sent October 11th at 1:17 pm)

Y/N: [Morning Tobio!]

[I'll see you in a few hours!]

As you waited for his answer, Tsukishima spoke up. "Not to.. seem like im putting you on the spot but.. doesn't he ignore you?" He kept his hands in his pockets and his gaze forward and Hinata gasped, "Tsukki that sounds mean!" He smacked his arm, causing the taller to look down at him. "I'm just saying that its not the best way to treat someone," he rolls his eyes and Hinata scoffs. "As if you can talk."

You sigh and laugh, placing a hand on both the males arms, "calm down you two, geez." They relax in your touch and Tsukishima continues. "Seriously tho, he could be just, y'know.. being a bitch," he he spoke, putting an emphasis on bitch. "Or he could be hiding something!" Hinata gasps and you laugh at them. "Yeah yeah, but its whatever really, this is how ive always seen Tobio, it'd be weird if he was any different. Though id like it alot if he DID be a little less dry."

You remembered the talk you and Tsukishkma had before, he always brought up Kageyama and your relationship with him. Soon you started to think the same was he did. Was Kageyama really just being mean? Isnt that just how he always is? Why does he act different around others? Was it you, or was it him?

—

You kicked off your shoes as you stepped into the warm house with a bright smile, "hello Mrs. Kageyama!" You greeted as she pulled you into a hug. "Hello y/n, my you've grown! Tobio is in his room, can you take him his plate? This one is your" She said and handed you two plates. You smiled and nodded your head like a gibby child and she patted your back as you made youe way to Kageyamas room. You kicked on the door because your arms were occupied.

You heard a bed creak and a few seconds after, the door opened and was almost closed back in your face if it weren't for him catching a glimpse at the plates. "Come in," he mumbled and let you in. You walked over to his bed and put his plate down on his bed and sat on the end as he closed the door. "Wow, your room has changed alot," you smile and look around the room at his posters and pictures on the walls.

"Mhm," he plopped back down on his bed and went on his phone. You noticed this and furrowed your brows, taking a bite of your food. "You know, for someone on their phone alot, you sure do ignore my texts alot," you mainly joked, but you guessed that he didnt catch on when his expression changed and he mumbled an apology. Was that guilt on his face?

You decided to stay silent and just scroll through social media and eat your food. After a few minutes of just silence, Kageyama finished his plate and got up to take it upstairs. "Hey Kags," you called before he left and you held your plate out to him, "can you take this for me?"

"You barely ate any thing," he said and you shook the plate a little bit, causing him to grab it, scared it would fall. "I'll bring you a meatbun," he murmured and left the room. You smiled slightly at the mention of meatbuns, and stood up to stretch your legs.

You grabbed a napkin from Kageyamas bedside dresser and wiped any food off of your mouth. He had a small trash bin in the corner of his room, so you went to throw away your napkin, looking at his posters and pictures on the wall. When you opened the bin, there was a large stack of pictures atop all of the trash.

All being pictures that had you and him in them.

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