#bday n let her go through it n stuff

[7s3ven]

hii ! i love your writing so much so you know i had to request a luke imagine 💝

i’m thinking of a reader with a protective godly parent (your choice of which god), who is very selective on who they allow their child to date. luke has loved them for years, so one night he prays to their parent for approval. idk if you’ve watched gilmore girls, but I’m imagining the scene where dave tries to convince lane’s mom to allow her to date ! (if you haven’t seen the show, its a popular clip on tt that you could look up if u wanted)

i’m picturing fluff but could def make it angst too, so it’s whatever you want! also, i’m a fem reader, but i don’t mind gender neutral or anything like that

tysm ! ❤️

DAVE AND LANE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENDING GAME

I LIKE ME BETTER. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Luke is on a mission to prove himself to the father of the girl he loves. He’ll do anything for her hand, even if said god is asking him to do some particularly stupid stunts.

“I like me better when I’m with you.”

Warnings: drinking, smoking, and vaping mentioned

A/N: Guys… I love loser! Luke AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO. I feel like Dionysus would be the guy to put Luke through all this stuff just for his own amusement

Also, this is my little birthday gift for y’all 😽. Bc it’s my bday today 🙀

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The first thing when you thought of a daughter of Dionysus’ was a troublemaker, one that rivalled the Stoll brothers. Maybe an alcoholic with bad habits engraved in her mind like her father.

Y/N was a total shock to the camp. How could such a sweet, kind, dazzling girl be the daughter of Dionysus? She didn’t have one mean or sarcastic bone in her body.

She was as bright as Apollo’s kids, as beautiful as the Aphrodite girls prancing around in mini skirts and small tops, and as friendly as the Demeter children who grew roses alongside her. So, it wasn’t a surprise that boys craned their heads to peek at her, something her father hated witnessing. Nobody, not one mere mortal or even a godly being, was good enough for his beloved daughter.

Dionysus held Y/N close. She reminded him of her mother, who died giving birth to her. He had already lost one important woman in his life. He wasn’t going to let history repeat itself again.

“Dad?” Y/N called out into her father’s room, wrinkling up her nose when she almost stumbled over a wine bottle rolling around. Her father was forbidden to consume alcohol but that didn’t stop him from tricking the younger campers into fetching him some.

After concluding that her father wasn’t in his quarters, Y/N took the bottle and wandered to find a bin. The trash cans were always moving around, which made it a mission to find one.

As Y/N passed by the Hermes cabin, she heard her name. She glanced over her shoulder, innocently staring at the pair of boys who were conversing outside. One was leaning against a wooden pillar while the other rested his arms against the railing of the porch.

One noticed Y/N and he nudged his friend, quickly changing their conversation topic.

Y/N recognised Luke Castellan. The Aphrodite girls loved to rave about him, about how handsome and talented he was. How they wished they could kiss him. How they wanted to be held in his arms.

He wasn’t bad looking in Y/N’s eyes, quite adorable actually. She watched as his lips curved into an amused smile as he looked at Chris and how his eyes crinkled slightly. Despite wanting to admire him, Y/N forcefully turned her head. She wasn’t allowed to date. That was one of her father’s golden rules.

She was allowed to drink, allowed to smoke, probably even allowed to go skinny-dipping in the dead of night. Her father was fine with anything as long as she wasn’t around any boys. Of course, she never did consume alcohol or take a much needed hit from a cigarette. She had seen other kids do it.

One of the Ares kids was constantly sneaking in and out of camp to buy new vapes. She had even witnessed Luke of all people, the esteemed golden boy, the role model, blow a cloud of smoke from his lips.

Y/N was always scared she was missing out but she valued her healthy lungs, which had played a part in her surviving a terrifying harpy while on her way to camp.

“She’s perfect.” Luke whispered to Chris.

“Too bad Mr D won’t let you near her.”

It was a known fact that nobody was allowed to date Y/N. She was the camp princess. The only demigod with a parents who cared enough about her to be actively involved in her life. Not even Annabeth had that kind of bond with Athena.

Luke hoped one day Dionysus would let him near Y/N. Until then, he was fine admiring her from afar because he knew no other guys could approach her either.

"You know, I heard Dionysus won't be at the campfire tonight... you could make a move." Chris nudged Luke, muttering quietly so nobody else heard him.

Luke had always been determined to be the first to sweep Y/N off her feet. This was his chance to fulfil that broad claim. He didn't know how he'd do it but when there's a will, there's a way.

All throughout the day, Luke kept close tabs on Y/N. When she was in the arena he was there too, polishing the spare swords. When she was in the garden, Luke happened to be amongst the tall grass too. And he gazed longingly at her from across the pavilion during lunch. She sat alone at her table, Dionysus nowhere in sight.

Luke's heart hammered in his chest as he slowly stood up. Chris slapped his back as a way of encouraging him but it only made his anxiety spike.

“Go get her, tiger.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Luke picked up the pace when he realized that a few other boys the same idea as his. “Hey, Y/N.” He got to her first.

She lifted her head, staring at him through her lashes. She smiled. “Hi, Luke.” She saw his eyes light up.

“You know my name?”

“I’ve been here longer than you. Plus, it’d help concerning if I didn’t know the name of the best swordsman.”

“I’m not that good.”

“You won in a 4 V 1 battle.” Y/N pointed out.

“Did I? I didn’t even notice.”

Y/N let out an amused laugh but she immediately cut herself off when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Luke cleared his throat, standing upright.

“Good afternoon, Mr D.” He politely greeted the god.

“Scram, Castellan.” Mr D ordered, glowering at the teenager. Luke quickly nodded and speed-walked back to his table, where Chris was trying to muffle his laughter.

“He wasn’t even flirting with me, dad.” Y/N huffed and furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes wandered to Luke, feeling a little sorry for him.

“Stop looking at him, Y/N.” Dionysus lightly scolded her. Y/N pouted and pushed the food on her plate around with her fork.

“I wish you would let me date. I’m the only girl who hasn’t kissed someone.” She muttered, huffing.

“I will not let you date a hooligan.”

“Daddy, Luke isn’t a hooligan. He’s sweet. He’s the best swordsman in three hundred years.”

“Which means he could easily hurt you.”

“He wakes up early to go for a run.”

“Wow, the perfect set-up to cheat.”

“He’s good with kids.”

“He’ll want his own kids with you soon.”

“That last one didn’t even make sense.”

“I know a man’s mind, Y/N. Luke Castellan is a dangerous boy.”

Y/N glanced at Luke and Dionysus followed her gaze. Luke was attempting to balance a spoon on his tongue while Chris cracked up.

“Dangerous, huh? I’m absolutely terrified.” Y/N sarcastically deadpanned.

“He’s acting innocent.”

“Sure.”

Fathers always had a weird vendetta against the idea of their daughters dating. Dionysus was no different. If anything, he was worse. He was always popping up at the worst times, such as just now. He never let the attention of a boy linger on Y/N for too long, scared it would take her away from him. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose.

“It’s so unfair.” Y/N huffed as she plucked petals off a rose Silena had randomly given her. “He won’t let me date or go to the parties. I’m not even allowed to look at a boy!” Y/N groaned, leaning back in her foldable chair.

She was sitting with Silena in front of the quiet lake, watching as the wind rippled across the still water.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Silena suggested, sipping on a tall glass of whatever drink she had mixed.

“Nothing works! Someday he’ll have to let me date. He can’t stop me forever. I’m almost twenty now!”

Silena hummed before offering Y/N some pineapple juice.

“Any new gossip, though? Besides Mr D being a total cock block.”

“Well… there’s this one guy.” Y/N murmured, shyly flicking her straw around. Silena immediately sat up.

“Tell me everything!” She quickly demanded. “What’s his name? Is he cute? Can he fight?”

“He can’t fight… and he’s good-looking. He’s, uh,” Y/N diverted her gaze elsewhere, “Also a son… of Hermes.”

“Luke Castellan!” Silena exclaimed without hesitation. “I knew there was something going on when he approached her! Why haven’t you taken an interest in him before? You and him have been here for ages.”

“He had a middle part before.”

“Oh, I remember that!” Silena let out a quiet giggle as she relaxed again, kicking her feet in excitement. “Ask him out.”

“You’re forgetting one problem. My dad!”

Silena shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Make Luke prove himself to Mr D. That worked with my dad!”

“Luke proved himself to your dad?”

“No, silly! It was another boy. But if Luke wants to be seen as worthy, he has to impress Mr D!”

“I guess.” Y/N mumbled as she slowly nodded her head.

“Great. Let’s get ready for the campfire. A new Ares boy arrived and I want to see Melo flirt with him. She flirts with everyone.”

Y/N poked a large marshmallow through the skewer before shoving it into the hot flames in front of her. Silena was talking but she was too spaced out to hear a word.

Y/N aimlessly hummed and occasionally nodded her head. “Yup.” She muttered, turning her marshmallow over and watching as the soft white treat turned crisp.

“Are you even listening? I said Luke is staring at you.”

That got Y/N’s attention. She quickly lifted her head, her gaze immediately searching for the brunette. She found him amongst the Hermes kids and a few of the Aphrodite girls loitered around him. He smiled at her for a split second before his eyes flickered to Y/N’s marshmallow.

He subtly pointed at it and Y/N huffed once she realized her marshmallow had caught fire and been burnt black. “That was my last one.” She threw the skewer into the fire, allowing the hot flames to swallow it up.

“Well, you did keep eating them.” Silena pointed out.

Y/N sent her a small glare. “You’re literally eating one of my marshmallows right now. You have a whole pile sitting on your skirt!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Silena was quick to shove the rest into her mouth. “Bye!” She exclaimed but her words were muffled by the marshmallows.

“You owe me!” Y/N called out after her.

“Is Silena stealing marshmallows again?” Luke chuckled as he came to a stop in front of Y/N. He shoved his hands into his pockets whilst Y/N nodded.

“She does this every time. She’s stealing from Annabeth now!” Y/N wildly gestured over at Silena who was sweetly convincing Annabeth to hand over a few marshmallows.

“She should be notorious for being the marshmallow thief.” Luke grinned. He sat down beside Y/N, their shoulders gently brushing.

“Sorry about my dad at lunch.” Y/N blurted out. “He can be a tad… overprotective. You know how he is.”

“Well, I did see him set somebody’s clothes on fire for winking at you.”

Y/N quietly sighed. “Yeah… poor Nick. May he rest in peace.”

Luke glanced over at Nick who was guarding his marshmallows with his life. “He isn’t dead, you know.”

“Yeah, but he looked like he died back then.”

A familiar presence appeared from behind the pair and Luke immediately stiffened while Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Castellan. What are you doing talking with my daughter?” Dionysus sounded friendly yet when he slung an arm around Luke’s shoulder, he could tell the god was holding back on strangling him.

“We’re just talking about Silena and her marshmallows, daddy.” Y/N quickly piped up, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Castellan, let’s have a chat, shall we?” Dionysus dragged Luke off before either of the teens could stop him.

“Mr D, before you say anything, please don’t set me on fire! And if you do, spare my pants! These were expensive and I even got them on sale!”

“Keep your pants on, kid.” Dionysus grunted, knowing Luke was fully prepared to unbutton his jeans in order to preserve them. “What business do you have with my daughter, hm?”

Luke visibly relaxed at the idea of his jeans surviving the convention. “If it isn’t too bold to say, Mr D… I like her. A lot. I have for… years now. But I’ve always respected your wish to distance her from boys. I’ll even pray to you. I’ll give you wine. I’ll pray to you with wine and vodka and butterscotch and, uh, more wine! And grapes! Big, red grapes! Just give me a chance!”

Dionysus held up a hand to stop Luke’s aimless rambling. “You want to have a shot with my daughter?” He asked. Luke frantically nodded. “Alright. Do as I say and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Luke thickly gulped. He didn’t like that mischievous look in Dionysus’ eyes but nevertheless, he agreed. “Thank you, Mr D!”

Luke was the first camper to wake up. He reached under his bed, pulling out a large bottle of vintage wine he had been saving for this very occasion.

“Good morning, Mr D!” He cheerfully exclaimed, clearly showed the god the label of the alcohol.

“It’s worse now that you’re here.” Dionysus grumbled, yet he held out his chalice for Luke to pour him a much needed drink. Once he had gulped it all down, he turned to face Luke again. “Alright, first task, get rid of some rogue hellhound. Chiron sent me to do it but you’re more than capable, right?”

Luke was in no position to disagree.

“It’s near camp so don’t get ya knickers in a twist.” Dionysus stood up, brushing the bread crumbs off his lamp. “See ya at soon, kid. Oh, and I’ll be taking that.” He grabbed the wine bottle without a care in the world, merrily whistling to him with a small skip in his step.

“Did I just see you talking to my dad?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. Seeing her dad get along with a camper was a rare sight.

“Somewhat.” Luke muttered. “Uh, good morning? You’re up early.”

“I went out for a morning jog.” Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “So, hell hound catching, huh?”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Luke’s gaze snapped to stare at Y/N in slightly shock. She stifled a small laugh.

“I heard your conversation. What’s the hell hound all about?”

Luke quietly sighed. “Don’t tell your dad I told you,” He leaned forward to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “But I convinced him to let me befriend you if I did a few things for him.”

Of course, being Y/N’s friend wasn’t Luke’s main priority but it was better than nothing.

“You better get to it, then. I’m getting lonely.” Y/N laughed as she playfully punched his shoulder. He chuckled alongside her.

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” He calmly brushed past Y/N, his smile faltering, “If I survive this.” He muttered to himself, his hands itching to grab a sword.

Finding the hellhound wasn’t hard. Luke spotted its raven black pelt amongst the bright green bushes. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was getting rid of it that would be the problem.

As soon as Luke carelessly stepped forward, a twig snapped under his foot, the hellhound growled. It loudly barked, baring its sharp teeth at the Hermes boy. He pointed his sword at the beast, narrowing his eyes.

“I swear, if you kill me, Hades better revive me so I can date Y/N.” Luke launched forward, tackling the large dog. It howled as his sword scratched its leg. “Nice dog!” Luke nervously chuckled. The hellhound barked again, kicking Luke with its powerful back legs.

“Easy now!” Luke wheezed, the air being knocked out of him from the repetitive blows.

Luke was supposed to be the best fighter at camp. He never dared picture himself rolling across the ground, practically body slamming a hellhound as mud stuck to his orange shirt.

“Just lie still so I can score a date with my long time crush!” Luke exclaimed as he scrambled to stand up. The hellhound paused in confusion, giving Luke enough time to turn it into fine dust.

“I’m never doing that again.” He muttered to himself as he stormed past the tall trees. Dionysus was standing beside the forest, drinking the wine as he seemed to be waiting for Luke. The god pulled down his sunglasses, bursting into rambunctious laughter when he saw Luke.

“What happened to you?! You look terrible, kid!” Dionysus cackled, throwing his head back in amusement.

“You spilled some wine.” Luke muttered, unamused. His usual perfect skin was now adorned with small cuts and bruises. His shirt was covered in dirt. And his hair what probably taken the brute of the attack. Twigs and leaves stuck out of his messy curled brown locks, which caused Dionysus to snicker.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna be easy, kid. You’ll hate tomorrow’s task even more.”

Luke hated every task.

Monday’s was the hellhound. Tuesday’s little chore was to clean the girl’s bathroom. He found out then how much long hair they lost. The Aphrodite girls always complained about their hair falling out. Well, Luke had found it down the drain.

Wednesday’s shenanigan was to steal Clarisse’s beloved spear. Luke wasn’t sure how he was alive after being caught by her. Thursday was surprisingly peaceful. All he had to do was sneak out of camp to buy Mr D more wine.

It was now Friday. Luke was wondering what Mr D had in store for him today. Breakfast whizzed by as usual. A few Aphrodite girls tried to catch his attention but he was focused on Mr D whispering something in Y/N’s ear.

Luke waited patiently throughout the day to be given an idiotic task. It was lunch time when Mr D approached him.

“You finish this one, kid, and you might have my blessing.”

These words made Luke’s eyes light up. “What is it?” He demanded.

“Follow the trail in the forest, jump across some trees, do a perfect dive into the lake from the highest cliff, and swim across the water towards camp. Easy peasy.”

Luke’s small smile wavered. “You’re… joking, right?”

The blank look on Mr D’s face told Luke he wasn’t. Luke sighed. “I’ll get my towel.”

The run through the forest wasn’t so bad. As soon as Luke gave Mr D his towel, he jogged into the thick vegetation. Mr D would be waiting at the finish line for him, if he ever made it. Climbing trees was not Luke’s forte.

His palms were sweaty as he peered down below, quickly gulping at how far down the ground seemed. “I didn’t know I was this stupid.” He muttered to himself before leaping onto a nearby thick branch. He repeated the action, always barely making it and wobbling.

Small beads of sweat trickled down Luke’s forehead as he hiked up the steep hill towards the cliff under the scorching sun. He could see the small figure of Mr D on the other side of the lake.

Luke was thankful he had taken diving lessons before. With a snippet of hesitation, he gracefully jumped. He hit the cold water, shivering. It felt like small needles poking his body. Luke emerged, panting and spitting out a mouthful of water.

He heard Mr D quietly clap. “Good job, kid.”

“What?!” Luke exclaimed, still too far away to hear the god’s voice.

“I said, good job! It was a decent dive!” Mr D cupped his hands over his mouth.

Luke emerged from the lake, drenched and cold and clutching his body as he searched for some warmth.

“Dad? What’s going on here?”

Both Luke and Mr D stiffened at the sound of Y/N’s voice. “Why was Luke in the lake?”

“Mr D.” Luke cut in, “I have something to say.”

“I’m busy, Castellan.”

“You’re literally standing in front of me. That’s all you’re doing.”

“Don’t let the sassy man apocalypse take you too, Castellan.”

“I have a crush on your daughter, sir. You probably already knew that. I know you have strict rules about dating and boys. But I promise to take good care of your daughter. I’ve only smoked once to try it, I don’t drink because I’m scared it’ll make me stupid, I’ve never gotten a ticket. I’m healthy, I take care of myself, I floss for ten minutes every night and that might seem extreme but cavities are no joke. I do well in activities here and I hardly ever play the video games my siblings do in case the theory of them turning you into a psycho is true. I don’t drink coffee. I hate soda because my stomach can’t handle the carbonation. I’ll willingly eat like a cow if you don’t want me eating meat. I don’t mind wearing a suit in the hot sun. I enjoy spending limited time with Y/N and I really, really, really like her.”

Mr D was silent. Luke subtly cleared his throat. “Uh… Mr D? Please don’t make me repeat that list again.”

Mr D broke into a pattern of snickers. “To tell you the truth, Castellan, I was going to let you date my daughter ages ago. She convinced me. It was just so fun making you do stupid things.”

Luke’s face dropped. “I did all that… for nothing… Clarisse almost killed me!”

Mr D, sensing Luke’s anger, merely rolled his eyes and quickly walked off in a drunken manner. “Have fun, you too.”

“Did you really fight a hellhound?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. It ruined my Hello Kitty socks!” Luke huffed. “But I’d do it again for you. What do you say, Y/N? Will you go out with me?” Luke clasped his hands together as a way of begging.

“I feel a little sorry for you, so okay.” She pulled him into a hug. “You know you’re going to have to prove yourself to my friends now.”

Luke stiffened. “No more hellhounds. Please.”

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[woophilia]

kim sunwoo — to the one who hung the sun in the sky

synopsis. you're not one to say sappy words, but for the one that hung the sun in the sky, the one that holds you like you're made of glass, the one that whispers loving words into your ears and pinches your cheeks afterwards, you can try just for him

pairing. non idol! sunwoo x fem! non idol! reader

genres. romance, fluff

warnings. reader just trying to voice out her love to sunwoo, pet names (babe, baby, sweet cheeks), sunwoo (he is a menace himself)

word count. 997

a/n. birthday special for woo ! happy late bday to my baef 😞🫶🏼 would have posted this earlier but i had exams this week LOL

YOU wake up to the sun peeking through the curtains, landing on you and enveloping you in a warmth that is unwelcome as you groan, squinting your eyes and kicking the duvet off your body, rolling around to stuff your face into your pillow but to no avail. sunwoo also groans, his arm flying out to stop you from moving, wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer to him. this makes you whine, sunwoo's body warmth being too much along with the sunshine hitting you.

"stop moving," he grunts, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to it.

you shake your head. "you're too hot, sunwoo. let me at least get up to turn the ac on." you can feel his smirk against your skin.

"i know i'm hot, babe."

"sunwoo." with a slap to his arm, he loosens his grip just enough for you to slip away from his hold, sluggishly walking towards the window to close the curtains correctly and then towards the ac, turning it on before making your way back to your boyfriend. you don't even get the chance to lower yourself onto the mattress before sunwoo tugs you down with closed eyes, emitting a squeal from you as you fall down. sunwoo chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck, causing shivers to go down your back with each puff of warm air that hits your skin.

and it doesn't take long for sunwoo to fall back asleep while you shuffle in his iron-grip hold around you to get the duvet back on you when the room gets cold. now, you're staring blankly up at the ceiling, blinking. you blindly reach out to grab your phone, moving to see it behind sunwoo as you get comfortable. it's barely eight in the morning, and you scrunch your nose in annoyance at being up this early. but then you remember it's your boyfriend's birthday, and the note you left him on his side of the bed is neatly placed atop the bedside table along with his car keys. you flush in embarrassment when you see your handwriting.

sunwoo had a late shift yesterday, and he had told you that he wouldn't be getting back home until past midnight. you were already tired after having had a long day of exams and barely any sleep this whole week, but you still wanted to be the first to wish him a happy birthday, so you had taken out a piece of paper and wrote a sappy letter to him listing all the things you loved about him and wishing him a happy birthday before folding it and leaving it on his side of the bed, knocking out afterwards.

you pull back just enough to see sunwoo's face, his long lashes resting against his cheekbones. you let out a puff of air, muttering about how unfair it is that he looks so good at this moment despite just sleeping, your fingers moving to graze his brows before falling down to his nose. you stare at him, cupping his face to press a small kiss on the tip of his nose, resting your forehead on his afterwards.

there's a lump in your throat, but you remind yourself that sunwoo's sleeping. he won't hear what you're about to say. with a shaky breath, you begin to speak. "happy birthday, sunwoo. everyday, i'm a little more thankful to have met you. you're the one who hung the sun in my sky, you've made everything seem brighter and feel warmer, so thank you. i hope i can continue to see you grow into the wonderful being you are, even if you're a tad bit annoying at times," you laugh. "i know i don't say it a lot, but i really do love you. i love you a lot. so i hope you can let me continue to be at your side for many more years. happy birthday."

at the end, you sigh out in relief, feeling happy to let that all out only to gasp loudly when sunwoo's eyes suddenly open, his lips tugging upwards to form a grin.

"you—! were you awake this whole time?" you ask, baffled.

sunwoo merely hums, pinching your cheeks. "aw, my baby really does love me."

you huff, slapping his arm away and turning around, feeling hot all over your face. "shut up."

the boy laughs, kissing your shoulder. "sorry, sorry. but thank you for that letter of yours and now this," he says, reaching over to intertwine your fingers together. "...i know what you can give me as a present this year."

in your letter, you apologized to sunwoo for not having been able to get him something this year, mentioning that if he wants anything today that you would try your hardest to give it to him. you look over your shoulder with expectant eyes, waiting for him to continue.

he smiles. "your heart."

you snort, turning away from him again. "you're stupid," you laugh. "you already have that."

"you should be nicer to me," sunwoo says, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you back around to face him. "it's my birthday, sweet cheeks."

with a hum, you nod with your eyes closed. "i know. again, happy birthday."

it's silent. you open an eye to see sunwoo staring at you, his face blank. his stare is intense, making your cheeks flare up, the blush reaching your neck and your ears. all he does is pull you close, lips lightly brushing against yours. "love you," he mumbles, his next kiss more feverish that it leaves you dazed. "so much."

sunwoo pecks you once more before resting his chin on top of your head. "let's go back to sleep. whatever i say, goes, you know? birthday privilege and all."

you huff through your nose, rolling your eyes, but nonetheless wrap your arms around his torso, tangling your legs together in a mess.

[aajjks]

The price of Love (I)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader

warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰

another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏

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*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*

Life was literally trying to fuck you over.

You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.

Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.

You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.

he was still here.

“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.

Your mother would be worried sick.

“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.

His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.

You felt so torn, and bad.

“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,

Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.

“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”

His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.

“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”

You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.

The awkwardness died down as he joined in.

“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,

He was cute, damn cute.

“So…. May I please?”

You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”

“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.

“Mom I’m home!”

You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.

You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.

“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”

Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.

You weren’t ready to lose her.

“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.

“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,

Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.

“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”

“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.

You wanted to focus on your mother.

“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,

She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.

“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.

Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.

This week was purely hectic for you.

Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,

God you were so tensed.

You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.

But there was still a week left.

“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.

If only.

You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.

“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.

Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.

“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”

You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”

“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.

Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?

“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”

You sighed deeply.

“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.

“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”

Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,

She was weird but your friend. You could do this.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.

right?

“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”

your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.

“LEE YERIN AHHH!”

Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.

You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,

And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.

But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.

Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.

The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…

You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….

She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.

“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”

“So, you are Y/N L/N.”

Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.

“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”

The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.

“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,

Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.

Too gorgeous,

He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”

“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.

You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.

“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.

“Well. I like to spend my money.”

yes, rich guy.

It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”

“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.

“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”

When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.

Run and never come back again.

“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.

Ironic.

“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.

Scary.

“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,

You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.

You wanted to go home.

Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.

You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.

ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!

You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.

“Going somewhere? Y/N?”

You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.

And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.

You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”

He smiled.

“I don’t mind that.”

Oh, you do.

[silvermarley]

Hi! I just discovered your acc and I love what I have read 💖🥺 Can I make a request? 👉🏻👈🏻 today is Tanjiro's birthday so I would like a Tanjiro x fem reader smut (both are adults but his gf is a couple of years older than him) where both have been busy lately with work and don't have time for a bit of sex until one night after work his girlfriend decides to start the action and seduce him but despite the fact that they have done it before he still feels very shy with her but in the end they end up having a good sex night. Have a nice day! 😁

Thank you for reading my stuff! <3 (Ik it’s his bday by the time u asked but happy very late bday to Tanjiro 😭 so sorry I couldn’t work on this sooner!)

Work Can Wait

Tanjiro x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, aged up, established relationship, soft sex

Work really left no time for sex, leaving only cuddling to sleep and the other more basic things. That’s not entirely a problem to you, but you began to miss his touch in the more intimate ways.

With the seemingly never ending work you two had to do, it seemed impossible for it to happen for the time being. But you felt hope when your boss let you leave work slightly early, saying that you’ll be working the later shift the next day.

Not just that, but it seemed the gods had blessed you tonight since you got a text from your lover after you informed him of your situation.

Tan <3: Love, you’ll never believe this!

(Y/N): Go on-

Tan <3: I get to work much later in the day tomorrow, so we can finally have time to ourselves! :)

(Y/N): You’re joking.. that’s amazing!

You set down your phone on the bed and smiled happily.

Tanjiro got home about 15 minutes after you did on a normal day. But now that you had the extra time to ready yourself, you decided to put it into use.

You took a shower, and made sure you felt good.

Then you dug through your drawer to find what you wanted. You had bought a beautiful lingerie set a bit ago, it was a lovely maroon color. You bought it in hopes that something like this would happen.

With almost child-like excitement, you rush to put it on. After doing so, you admire how it complements your body. You were reminded of why you picked it to begin with.

The color was your boyfriend’s favorite. It seemed to also be close to his hair color, bringing a sense of warmth to your heart at the thought.

You continue to freshen up, making sure you looked your best. Deciding not to put your normal clothes on, you put a silk robe over it temporarily. You already knew what you would do to get what you want.

Tanjiro texted you that he was on the way home by the time you completely finished getting ready. “Great timing..” you thought.

You sat yourself on the bed and waited in anticipation for him to arrive home. You practically jumped up when you heard his car door shut just outside.

He knocked on the door, knowing you were home. When you opened the door, he didn’t notice what you were wearing at first, doing his usual routine.

You had discarded the robe, wanting to initiate what you’ve been wanting for a while.

After giving you a kiss and a warm hug, he pulls back. Suddenly his face becomes a rose color, blushing like a schoolboy.

“I-“ he started then gulped, “B-Baby.. what’s all this? You got all dolled up for me?”

You pull him down to you by his collar and gave him a peck on the lips. “Mhm..” is all you said.

He couldn’t help but stare. Something about you wearing his favorite color in such an erotic way made him feel hot.

Tanjiro pulls you in by your hips after regaining his composure. “Y-You look amazing..“ he puts his head on your shoulders and inhales. “‘Always love your scent after a long day..”

You chuckle lightly, and start running your hands on his upper body, knowing the effect your touch has on him. He lifts his head.

Taking the chance, you pull him by his hand, leading him to your shared room. He patiently follows like a lost puppy.

As you two enter the room, neither of you bother closing the door. You find your back against the wall, lips against his once more, but this time your tongues dance together in a heated makeout.

You both shamelessly moan into the kiss, knowing you two needed this. It’s been way too long.

You parted from the kiss, tugging on his dress shirt. He nods and lets you take it off of him, to which you discard the clothing to the side.

Your hands ran up and down his chest, admiring the view you missed dearly. It wasn’t long before you were forced back into another kiss by his desperate lips.

Not wanting to break away from him, you unbuckle his belt and slip it off, letting it drop.

“Fuck darling.. I-I need you..” he whispers huskily, now hastily leading both of you to the bed like a virgin who can’t wait to get his “v-card” taken away.

He hovers over you, his lustful gaze admiring you under him. He was going to make up for all the missed moments due to work.

“‘Looking so pretty..” he mumbles, kissing down your collarbone to your stomach and then your thighs.

He presses more sloppy kisses on your inner thighs until he gets right next to where you need him. Tanjiro tugs down your panties, getting harder at seeing how wet you already were.

After throwing them to the floor, his lips are immediately on your pussy. You moaned loudly at the contact, sensitive from lack of attention to it.

He groans at your taste, something he craved daily, but such a thing was out of touch. His skillful tongue worked wonders on your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit.

Your hands thread through his hair, gripping it to base yourself in reality. Even after what felt like ages, he knew just how to make you feel good.

You don’t remember when he did it, but one finger, now two, was pumping in and out of you. Your back arched off the bed, the stimulation he was giving your poor cunt after being neglected was overwhelming.

“G-Gonna cum! Don’t stop..!” You whined.

He was lost in your taste and in your sounds. He only hummed and continued his actions.

It was only when your legs were shaking and you were pushing at his head did he stop. He licked his lips, like someone who just ate a delicious treat.

He blushed wildly, his body screaming at him to fuck you. Tanjiro removed the rest of his clothing, which felt a bit embarrassing due to your staring.

He moved back over you, slotting himself back in between your thighs. His cock rubbed against your slick pussy, and you both groaned in unison.

“Y-You ready baby? Please say you are..” it’s not hard to tell he is holding himself back.

You nodded. He smiled, and kissed your lips.

“Been dreaming about this..” he whispers again as he pushes in slowly, as he always would.

“Me too..”

As he finally bottomed out, it was a feeling you both knew and loved. He wanted to wait until you were properly adjusted to him before he moved, even if it was almost painful for him.

But you couldn’t wait anymore. Not when what you’ve been wanting is right in front of you. You try to buck your hips up to get the friction you crave.

He bit his lip and knew you felt the same. You needed this now.

Tanjiro began slowing pulling out and the thrusting back in. With every one, we would find the rhythm that worked and then kept it from then on.

He had you gripping at the sheets and moaning without restraint. Not that he was any better though. He was quite loud himself, gripping onto your hips for dear life.

“God.. I missed this so much..” he breathily mutters, immersed in the clenching of your pussy on him.

You whimpered in response. His thumb, almost out of reflex, moves to your clit and rubs small circles. You arch into him more, as he leans over you carefully watching your reactions.

You felt yourself get close. Your noises increased in volume, and you tighten around him. The bucking of his hips got sloppier as he felt himself get close to the brink as well.

“Y..You’re gonna cum with me right sweetheart?” He moaned, “Please.. cum for me.”

You nodded with vigor, one hand holding onto his arm and the other digging into the sheets.

“Fuck.. cumming!” You moan, seeing white as you do.

Tanjiro groans wildly and thrusts a few more times, before spilling his seed inside you. He stays inside for a moment, then pulls out.

He watches his cum drip out of you. He has to tear his eyes away.

You chuckled, noticing his trance. He falls to the side of you when you pull him.

“Didn’t know I needed that this badly..” he laughed nervously, staring into your eyes sweetly.

“Yeah..” you agree, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your forehead. “I love you too, my love. I’m sorry work has stalled my attention towards you. I’ll make sure I can get more time with you from now on to take care of your needs.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “That would be nice.. and I promise the same.”

Your eyes slowly flicker shut, as his voice soothes you to sleep. He smiled warmly and later decides to get some rest himself.

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: not a request even tho i have loads of those that i need to be working on lmao. this is self indulgent as yesterday was my bday and i love mikey hehe. he's so underrated askifeigvgh- but thats okay, cuz that means i don't have to share him~ ^3^ too tired to edit so pls ignore any and all mistakes. thankies. <33 and that gif-- fjssksjdjgu so hot. O//.//O too tired for spam tonight, but have this imagine to make up for it!

warnings: mature langauge/swearing. tooth rotting fluff.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @drowninghell @squirrelfurs @lec743 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @bibiz82 @raphslovemuffin80 @raphielover @tmntspidergirl

(If you would like to be tagged in my future TMNT realted posts (let me know if you want just reader insert stuff or if you want OC related content included) feel free to lemme know and I'll happily add you!)

Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day/night! Stay safe and make sure to take care of yourselves! I'm sending all the virtual hugs to you~! <3

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"Happy bir-" Michelangelo sputtered as a pillow was launched in his face, cutting off his singing. He pursed his lips in a pout as he gazed down towards a very grumpy and tired looking Y/n.

"It's 4:30 in the morning." She hissed.

"Told you she'd be pissed." Raph grumbled from behind Mikey, arms crossed over his muscular chest. Leo and Donnie were there too, and didn't seem surprised by this at all. "Technically," Donnie added, pushing up his glasses with a finger. "We all did."

"Awe, c'mon Angelcakes. It's your special day!" Mikey plopped down on her bed, making the mattress squeak and bounce under his weight. Y/n glowered, turning away from him and onto her side.

"It's 4:30 in the fucking morning." she repeated, as if that answered everything.

Mikey huffed, "Y/n," he drawled out her name, poking her side teasingly. "We have the whole day planned. And there'll be cake and presents~"

Y/n sat up, hair a mess and looking like she was about to murder somebody. "Mikey," she grabbed her alarm clock next to her bed and shoved it into his face. He snorted and shoved it away. "Y/n." he mimicked her tone, a smirk practically plastered to his pretty green face.

Y/n's shoulders sagged in annoyance. "Can't this wait till tomorrow?"

"Technically-" Her glare shut Donnie up and he flashed a sheepish and slightly apologetic smile.

"No. It can't. C'mon, don't be a party pooper. It'll be fun." Mikey tucked a few strands of her wild hair behind her ear and Y/n's cheeks warmed at the action.

"You know what will be fun?"

"Hmm?"

Y/n flopped back down and pulled her covers over her head. "Going the fuck to sleep."

Mikey rolled his eyes and let out a comically long sigh. "I guess you leave me no choice." Y/n shrieked as the blanket was pulled off of her, eveloping her in cold and causing a chill to run through her bones. Before she could so much as blink, Mikey grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms. "Leo, grab her something nice to wear. Raph and Donnie, to the batmobile!"

"Mikey I swear to- Leo you better not- put me down! Guys this isn't funny! I'm only wearing a t-shirt and undies!" Y/n slapped Mike's shell a few times but he didn't seem to care.

"Nothing we haven't seen before babes. Well, at least I haven't." Mikey teased, reaching up with his free hand and patting her bum. Y/n's face blossomed in heat and she covered it with her hands in embarrasment.

"I'm disowning all of you." She grumbled and Leo's lips lifted into a tiny smirk. "We're not related so you can't disown us."

"Unfortunetly, Fearless is right. You couldn't get rid of us even if you tried, Tiny." Y/n removed her hands from her face to glare at Raph who was clearly amused by this whole ordeal. She stuck her tongue out towards him and he mocked her by doing the same.

"Assholes. All of you are assholes."

"If it helps, I said we should just wait till 7 at the earliest." Donnie spoke up, "I know how much you like to sleep."

"And that's why you're my favourite."

Mikey slapped her ass causing the h/c haired female to yelp in surprise. "Mikey! What the hell?!"

"As your boyfriend, I should be your favouite." He stated with a huff. Though if she could see his face, she could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. Y/n once again slapped his shell, as it was the only thing she could reach being thrown over his shoulders like she was.

"You dink!"

─

When they finally got back to the lair, Y/n was surpised to see the entire place decked out. There were balloons and streamers. Fairylights, lanterns and candles. A playlist made up of her favourite songs seeping out of some speakers. They even had a disco ball creating soft sparkles of light. And snacks galore.

Y/n's eyes began to water and she reached up to cover her mouth with her hands. "You guys.." Her voiced wavered and she turned to look up at all of them with a happy tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Thank you. You didn't have to do all of this."

"Don't thank us, it was Mikey's idea." Leo hummed, smiling down towards his friend.

"We did most of the work tho-" Raph was elbowed by the leader and he shot him a look.

Mikey all but beamed down towards his girlfriend. And even though she was in nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear, with her hair a frazzled mess and tear streaks on her face. He swore she had never looked more beautiful. Y/n didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, which he gratefully accepted. Scooping her up in his arms and giving her a good squeeze. She cupped his face in her hands and peppered the entire thing with kisses. Earning a happy chortle and a cute churr from the mutant.

"Thank you, Mikey baby. I love you." She mumbled, resting her forehead against his own.

"Not as much as I love you." He cooed and Raph groaned in annoyance. Faking a gag.

Y/n rolled her eyes as Mikey set her down and then she went to hug all three brothers. "Thank you guys."

"You're welcome." Donnie and Leo said in unison. But Raph could only smirk, "What, no kiss?" he teased and this time it was Y/n who elbowed him.

Y/n went to the bathroom to get changed into what Leo grabbed for her as well as get ready for the rest of the day. While she did that, the four brothers went into the kitchen to prepare her birthday breakfast.

Michelangelo made the pancake batter and worked on crisping up some turkey bacon.

Donatello started on making coffee, tea, and pink lemonade for the group.

Leonardo washed and cut up some fresh fruit.

And Raphael set up the table.

It didn't take long for Y/n to come back, wearing a cute sun dress and hair no longer a mess. She even had a bit of makeup on. Her eyes lit with amusement as she watched them all do their own thing. Raph, who had finished with the table a good while ago, was now sneaking fruit from Leo who looked like he was about to murder him. Donnie was munching on a pop tart, holding a cup of coffee in one hand as he watched Leo and Raph bicker. And Mikey was singing along to whatever song was playing, completely distracted with trying not to burn the food.

Y/n walked up to her mutant boyfriend and pecked him on the cheek in greeting, stealing a blueberry from a bowl that was sitting next to him.

"Hey, whatcha making?"

"Blueberry pancakes, your favourite." He mused, bending down to capture her mouth in a saccharine kiss. She hummed against his lips, whisking herself away to make herself a cup of coffee.

"You have good taste, Lee." She mused, leaning against the counter next to Donnie and stealing a nibble of his pop tart. He didn't seem to mind.

Leo smiled, glad she had liked what he picked out for her. "It is your dress, so I didn't do much."

Y/n shrugged, "Still. You picked well."

They chatted for a bit among themselves before Leo left to get Splinter and they all sat down at the table to munch on a very early breakfast. And despite still being tired, Y/n had to admit, she was having a great time and was glad they pulled her out of bed.

After breakfast, they all helped clean up before playing a bunch of board and card games. This included monopoly, uno, the game of life, gin rummy, and poker. Of course, Mikey wanted to play strip poker- but it was clear it was only to see Y/n in her birthday suit.

After playing for a few hours, April, Casey and Vern came down to the lair. Bringing lunch which consisted of burgers and french fries.

They talked and laughed for a while as they ate. Y/n had her legs splayed across Mike's lap and he rest his hands on them. Giving them a soft squeeze every now and then.

Eventually, half way during the conversastion, Y/n grew quiet. Simply staring at Mikey with a small and content smile on her soft pink lips. Mikey, feeling her gaze, turning his baby blues onto her with a grin. "What's up?" He hummed, squeezing her leg again.

"You're beautiful." She mumbled, smile only growing.

Mikey's face heated with a blush and she swore he shone as bright as the sun. "Aren't I supposed to say that to you?"

Y/n shrugged. "I guess I beat you to it."

Mikey let out a small laugh. "I guess you did. C'mere." He reached for her hand and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her from behind and planting a few tender kisses to the exposed skin of her shoulder. Y/n bit her lip to contain her giggles, hardley being able to stop from grinning as he rest his chin on her shoulder and continued talking to the group as if this little interaction had never happened.

After lunch, they piled into the living room to play some video games and watch one of Y/n's favourite tv series with her. She chose Gossip Girl, and she wasn't surprised when they all got into it.

Even Raph who tended to claim he didn't like to watch "girl shows". Everyone always knew he was bullshitting.

"He's so hot." April hummed, leaning back in her seat and missing the offended look on Casey's face.

"I know." Y/n hummed, "Chuck Bass is the best."

"I thought I was the best." Mikey teased from next to her, biting her cheek softly.

"True. But he's.."

"Chuck Bass." April chimed and Y/n giggled at the reference. "Also true."

"I don't get it, why aren't Blair and Chuck together when it's so clear they wanna be with each other?" Raphael grumbled, gesturing towards the two on the television.

"Because he's afraid to feel." Casey piped up, making it sound so obvious.

"Maybe he doesn't want to corrupt her?" Donnie added, sipping a juice box contendedly.

"I think it's because he just wants to have sex with multiple girls. He's not the settling type." Vern said, popping a chip into his mouth. "In other words, a man whore."

April and Y/n shared a look. "I think he's talking about himself here."

"Yes, he must be." They jested and Vern rolled his eyes. His phone beeped and he was quick to pull it out to check the notification.

"That's work. I gotta cut this party short, I'm afraid." He stood up, handing the chip bag to Raph before approaching Y/n and planting a quick kiss to her temple. "Happy birthday, kiddo."

Y/n smiled, accepting the small box he handed to her. She opened it up, revealing a gold necklace with a single gold daisy pendant. "Awe, Vern, it's beautiful. Thank you." She pried Mikey's arm off of her and stood to give him a quick hug. Vern seemed rather pleased with himself that she liked his gift. (He actually called April for tips to make sure he got her something she liked-)

"You're welcome, Y/n. I'll see you later." He said his goodbyes to the rest of the group before leaving.

Mikey helped Y/n put her necklace on and then they continued watching a few more episodes of Gossip Girl before deciding to order dinner, which was chinese. April and Casey decided to pick it up but they had a while before it was ready so they played some COD Black Ops 2 zombies to pass the time.

Y/n lay comfortably against Mikey as he played with Casey, Raph and Leo. Donnie elected to sit on the sidelines and watch. He, April and Y/n were currently betting on who would kill the most zombies.

Casey was in last place, as predicted. But Raph actually won by three more kills than Mikey.

Y/n groaned as she slapped a five dollar bill in Donnie's exposed hand. She had bet on Mikey, of course. While April bet on Leo. Casey seemed mildly offended by that, which she found amusing.

After enjoying a delicious dinner, which Y/n couldn't even finish since there was so much of it. Thankfully, Mikey was more than willing to eat her leftovers. They went back into the living area for Y/n to open her gifts.

Casey was first, he had gotten her a lovely new hoodie in her favourite color. With a pair of socks with turtles on them. Which she found utterly fantastic.

April was next, she got Y/n her favourite body spray, lotion, and a pack of scrunchies. Paired with a bottle of wine and a gift card to one of her favourite shops.

Leo followed, he got her some new teas to try and two adorable mugs for her growing collection.

Raph went next, giving her a massive blanket which he had knit himself. This was paired with a few plushies as he knew she loved them. One of them was even a turtle.

Donnie went after Raph, as Mikey insisted on being last. He got her a gift card to her favourite coffee shop/cafe as well as three new books she had be itching to get her hands on.

Master Splinter followed Donnie. He had gotten Y/n some new potted plants he had picked out just for her. One which included her favourite kind of flowers. He also gave her a scrap book he made with pictures of his sons when they were younger. They all groaned and complained at that, but there was no way in hell she wasn't seeing and keeping those photos.

Finally, it was Mikey's turn.

He had gotten her some fancy pens and a new journal because he knew she was an aspiring writer and loved to write. He also gave her some handmade jewlery he had made specially for her. She adored the turtle charm hanging from one of the bracelets. This followed by an acrylic painting of the city. Yes, he painted it himself. And then a small leather book that looked quite worn.

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed and she glanced up at him in question. But Mikey could only smile down at her, clearly excited, and even a tad nervous, for her to see what was inside.

When she opened the book, Y/n's eyes widened in shock. She was so gobsmacked, she didn't know what to say.

The entire thing was filled with his drawings. And they weren't drawings of just anything, they were all of her.

Tears pooled in those big e/c orbs of hers as she flipped through the sketch book. Pencil, charcol, pen, colored pencil- you name it. He used it all. And that wasn't the only thing. Each drawing had a date scribbled in his writing. And it started long before they had even started dating.

"Oh my god.. Mikey.." Her voice wavered and lip trembled as she continued to look at the drawings.

She remembered some of them, too. As some were drawn during specific moments. Like one where she was reading a book while leaning against her bedroom window as it rained. One where she was flower picking out in the country on a trip they took one time. Another where she was hunched over her desk, writing away in one of her many journals.

Turning to face her beloved boyfriend, Y/n couldn't help but cry as she embraced him. Throwing her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face into him. Mikey could only laugh, shoulders shaking lightly as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her shoulder and taking a large inhale.

The other's sent them looks, clearly confused on why she was crying and what was in the book. Donnie reached over and grabbed it gently, clicking his tongue once he saw what was inside.

"Do you like it?" Mikey mumbled, and Y/n pulled away a bit so she could look at him in astonishment. "Do I like it? Mikey, I love it. This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you." He cupped her face with his much larger hands and swiped away her still falling tears.

"Of course, anything for my Angelcakes." He hummed, pressing a kiss to her cute nose. "I love you."

Y/n's heart swelled, she didn't think she could ever feel more happy. "I love you more."

"I love you most." Michel quipped, quoting Tangled and making Y/n roll her eyes playfully. "Impossible." She hummed, pressing a firm but tender kiss to his lips.

"Wow, Mike, you really went all out huh?" Casey mused, after chancing a peak inside the sketchbook.

Mikey beamed, "Like I said, anything for her."

"You just had to out do us, ya little shit." Raph teased, smirking towards his younger brother.

"But of course."

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After chatting for a while they put in some of Y/n's favourite movies. Eventually, April and Casey had to leave and wished everyone a goodnight and Y/n one final happy birthday before leaving together.

One by one the mutant turtles left, until it was just Michelangelo and Y/n left.

A movie still played in the background and they were laying on the couch, all cuddled up under Y/n's new blanket together.

Mikey's hand rubbed her back, slowly moving up and down while she rest her cheek against his chest. Legs tangled together and hearts beating as one.

"Are you still mad that I woke you up so early?" Michel asked, glancing away from the screen and towards his beloved.

Y/n moved her head so she was looking up at him. She couldn't help but smile. "No. This was quite possibly the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you." She leaned up and brushed her lips against his own and Mikey hummed in delight.

"I'm glad. That's all I wanted... But y'know.. there is one gift I haven't given you yet."

Y/n arched a brow in confusion before she noticed the massive smirk crawling onto his face. "Mikey, we can't do it here-" she was cut off as once again Mikey delivered a swift smack to her ass. Y/n squealed and Mikey took this chance to flip the two of them so she was on the bottom.

Then he peppered her entire body with kisses. ;)

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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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Extraordinary You

Tags: Firstly I'd like to thank @teyamsatan for helping and inspiring me to make this fic!! Such a sweet gal and of course I'd tag her for this first chapter IN WHICH i have been cooking up for quite some time (months actually AHAHAH) EVRYONE WHO'S BEEN ANTICIPATING THIS FIRST CHAPTER PLS GO CHECK OUT HERS TOO!! LOTS OF GREAT FICS AND ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC WRITING ~~

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A/N: okay first part was rlly dedicated to my bestie who inspired me to do this. ( btw for dates it goes *mm/dd/yy*,  hope yall don't mind I put a specific birth date for Y/N ^^ 7 is actually her bday) Other than thatt what i really want to say here is that to everyone whose been waiting patiently for this, I present to you the first chapter of EXTRAORDINARY YOU! With all that is said this is my first ever fic so if this isn't ur cup of tea you don't have to read it!! anyways lemme stop me rambles pls enjoy my first chapter xoxo mwuah ^-^

Warnings: Not much here except for some guns and a little bit of violence??? its not to big tho HELP soo its rlly just the introoo n stuff

Word count is: 5.6k WHEWW it took me weeks rlly

Chapter 2 - Till i met you

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(3rd person POV *YOU'RE SAYING THIS !* ) 

Hey! Probably an interesting way of starting this story here, something like breaking the fourth wall? I don't know- forget about my rambles but, My name is Y/N Chacon, and I live in Pandora.

Yep- that's right- it's not every day you realise that you became apart of a world wide astronomical party to fly out to this foreign planet to make it liveable for every possible human being, well- that's basically how my parents got here, I was just born here. Now you're probably wondering why lil' ol' me right there- the one that's basically struggling to get a hold of a vine 10,000 feet above a floating mountain has come to this-? Let's rewind a bit-

1 year and a half ago.

4.6.2175

Wind whistling. Sounds of foreign animals around you. And the smell of an earthy and forest musk emanates as you breathe in. Your eyes peel to take in to the surroundings around you-.. Pandora. Is what you first think, the forest is beautiful, you stare up to the trees as they seem longer and you feel as you've gone tinier. You breathe out as if a sigh of relief has washed over you, but then you hear it- the sound of stick cracking.

Your body instinctively rises up, you heart rate slowly escalating each unfamiliar sound your now hearing, a low growl is heard from your left, you turn to look and see a pair of two yellow beaded eyes, curious you crawl to it, your genuine curiosity gotten the best out of you when the beast pounces at you and-

You wake up. What?.. you've realised your breathing was not matched and you're hyperventilating. You sweat as if you're hot but you feel cold. Your hand slides through your hair and you breathe in slowly and out deeply. Suddenly your room door opens.

"Hey there kiddo.. you alright there?" Max enters your room and knew that you are hyperventilating due to your watch on your wrist still checking for your heart rate.

"Yeah yeah.. no, I'm fine.. I'm... I'm good-" 

"Hey hey- you sure about that? It's already around the start of morning, why don't you come eat breakfast with me, Norm and Lara?

"I- sure, yeah that sounds nice" you smile faintly, feeling a little calmer now that you've steadied your heart rate. You've come to realised it was normal for you to have these dreams, somehow you've always tried to decipher what could be the cause of it, you're unsure why, all you know is that you want to know, there's something about it- like it magnetises you. 

"Max?" you call out to him, as he turns around with a questionable face

"Do you think- maybe I can- come with you guys to the outpost later? I just got some stuff left there-" 

"Sure, kiddo. Me and your Aunt Lara will fix some stuff there too-" He smiles to you as he leaves shutting your door 

You began to stand up and went to your bathroom checking on the mirror, brushing your hair and doing your normal skincare, as you do so, you look at yourself, staring blankly at the mirror. You sighed deeply both in and out, closing your eyes and re-imagining the dream in your head- but nothing comes up. You sigh in defeat trying so hard to remember- but you tell yourself that you'd worry about it in another time, you smile at the mirror and went on out

As your camera starts rolling you place it gently on the counter angling it right to your face creating a somewhat good angle showing your face, and as you're done prepping you go face-to-face with the camer.

"Hello-? Is this working-" *taps camera lens* "oh- oops- there it is" you giggle to yourself for your clumsiness, you bring the camera up to your face to video yourself then

"Hellooo wooorld! I am back! Well technically I'm in another planet and other stuff like that- but here i am! Back again, to show you- this! Voilà!" 

You enter a room wherein both Norm and Max were checking files in large screens tapping away like they usually do to get things running in the lab incase they were needed by Jake and to produce other experiments for more of their researches. Thanks to Jake, most of the humans were allowed to stay and go about their ways unless they were needed by Jake, most of these being researchers and old scientist friends. As you were walking by you panned your camera to a tank, with a familiar avatar that was placed inside with water flowing inside it, keeping it normal, that being Grace's Avatar, it was no secret you've always longed for something like it, being able to walk freely without the need of a dark mask, and the ability to be outside without being prey to most animals around pandora, it was a struggle for you to be in a human body, never being able to go out as you want to, but you go out on rare occasions, because both of them obviously knows how it gets boring and makes you wanna go insane without having to go outside for long periods.

Norm looks up from his desk as he scribbling down notes, he pushes down his glasses as he was seeing you walk around the room eith a camera in hand recording the whole room

he chuckles and sighs contently

"No- 'Goodmorning, Norm!' today then?" He chuckles as you roll your eyes scoffing a little

"Goodmorningg, Normm!" you say in a teasing tone. 

"And Max-!" Max pops out from behind the other monitor with one hand raised, you laugh a little as Norm nudges you at your side when you pass by, camera still recording 

"And goodmorning to you Grace-" you pan the camera lens to yourself while behind you is Grace's Avatar in the tank floating, as you wave to the camera

"And so here we are- pamparampaam! The Lab! We got some old researches, scribbled notes that either Norm or Max have wrote and I have zero idea of what's in it- 

(Max:) "that's my lunch order from the cafeteria Y/N-" 

"Yeah- okay. Well- that does not look like lunch to me-" you deadpan as Norm chuckles but Max gives him a stern look

"Hey- Boys do you mind if you find the files for- Oh! Y/N- Didn't know you'd come here! Is this your first time in the lab-?" Lara says while fixing her goggles

Lara was sort of like your Aunt in a way that you guys aren't related as much, but most of the time she was like a parental figure to you- She grew fond of you ever since you had been born, she was a good friend to your mother and Grace, and was left devasted to the events of what led to their endings, and so with that, Lara had made a promise to both you and herself that she'd be able to protect you from whatever happens, no matter what. 

"Hey! Aunt Lara- come 'ere for a sec-" *you tug Lara's lab coat as she gets surprised as you bring her near you to bring the camera to her face showing her a little fluffy and curly brown hair, her goggles hanging off her neck and her half-done makeup that's looked slightly rushed but it looked good for the most part- her olive green eyes look at the camera and she shrieks a little covering her face with one hand* 

"Say hi to the cameraa!" *you squeal- as you giggle little form her hiding her face with her one hand* 

(Lara:) "oh-! Hi~ sorry- honey- my makeups a little off right now-" *you blow raspberries and scoff a little*

"Oh come on- you look gorgeous right now! Even if you got off the wrong side of bed- i bet one of the other guys eye you everyday- especially Norm-." you whisper and snicker a little together with Lara as she scrunches her nose and giggles with you

(Norm:) "I heard that-!" he answers, as you both giggle even more 

As you use both your hands to hold the camera properly, your watch beeps, you look at it with a small smile-

"Welp- gotta go guys- I will be filming again later- but this gal- gotta take her meds-! Mwuah-! Peace out-!" 

as you place your camera down, you sigh a little, a small smile creeping up as you look back to Lara who was already looking at you with a warm smile

(Lara:) "How's it been sweetie?" 

"Nothing much, just another day- stuck in a huge facility full of scientists and labs, and paperwork and all that jazz, ventilated with the only possible air for me because one step out there and I'm-" *you cut your sentence blowing raspberries, imitating that if you take one step put to pandora without the oxygen mask, then you'd die, pretty much* 

(Lara:) "I know you're tryna' convince me to let you go out- but you know the rules-" *you roll your eyes at her statement* 

"Spider gets to go out! Why can't I-?" 

(Lara:) "Then ask him to stay with you when you go out." 

"But you know how he gets everytime I see him- He always has that smug-ass shit-eating smile that always gets on my nerves-! And you obviously know what he says to me all the time" 

(Lara:) "Language!" *you raise both your hands up in defense then slowly put them in an upright position, as you place your head in between ypur palms, sighing* 

(Lara:) *She sighs feeling a little defenseless from what you said*

"... your turning 18 tomorrow right?-" 

*you nod, eyes snapping to her still in the same position wondering what she'll say next-* 

"Alright...- now I'm not saying I'm letting you go by yourself-" *eyes lighting up in excitement, your head snaps up like a dog getting alerted by an intruder, a smile slowly creeping up your face as she says this* 

"Ah-! Wait- you can go- but I'm going to call spider for this occasion specifically- he's got some friends out there that would also be with you too- so you don't wander off to some other place, okay? Can I trust you?" *You nod to her words quickly in joy, like a happy child who was allowed to go play outside* 

"Yes! Yes-! Don't worry- I'll be with them the whole entire time, just please let me go out this once! I'LL GIVE YOU MY BLOOD-" *you plead and shove your hand infornt of her face as if you would give her your blood* 

"Alright! Alright- jeez you're like your mother- you can go, I'm calling spider in today so that both of you are prepared tomorrow morning-" *you squeal in excitement- jumping a little until you grab Lara in a big hug, she chuckles as she pats you in the head* 

*you finally calmed down and patted yourself in a fancy way, you stood infront of her and breathed jn and out deeply* 

"Thank you, Aunt Lara, I will be going to my room and wait until that day comes." *you bowed as she laughs at your antics, amused by your response, leaving the lab as you make your way to the door, and as the door closes, you squeal and scream in happiness, she snorts a little from the scene*

Norm scoots his spinning chair facing opposite to Lara, as she gets nudged at the shoulder by him gaining her attention, he smiles softly and cocks his head to the side

"Somehow she reminds me of her.." she says under her breathe, Norm huffs agreeing with her*

*you walk around skipping in joy as you went around a part of lab where you usually take your medicine, as you take out a red pill, and a cup of water as you drink and swallow the pill and as you were drinking the water, a monstrous like figure pops up infront of you, making your eyes go wide as rhe monstrous figure roars in a somewhat human like voice that you felt like you could guess it was either and only one other person, but your anxiety instincts got the best of you so you spit out the water to their face and immediately grabbed one of the labs tray pans that you see right beside you immediately scream* 

"AHHHHH GET AWAY FROM ME- AHHH-" *You scream as the person then starts running away from you but you keep hitting them with he pan as they start screaming as well pleading for you to stop* 

"Y/N- AHH- WAIT- STOP STOP STOP- WAIT- ITS ME- SPIDER! WAHHH-" 

"SPIDER? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER- STOP POSSESSING NY BROTHER WHATEVER DEMON YOU ARE-"

*you continue to scream as two pairs of arms hold both of your hands up making you drop the pan, as you stop screaming, spider removes the mask and you sigh in relief* 

"WHAT THE F- DUDE WHY WOULD Y-" 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!-" *A crowd emerges from behind spider and surprise you* 

As  soon as you realize who these people were your shock turned into a surprised smile 

Loak, Kiri, and Tuk come up behind spider and surprised you 

"Wh- what're you guys-" 

*Kiri immediately passed you a carefully wrapped object with banana leaves and hands you it, your confused but relieved at the same time* 

"But it's not even my-" 

"It's your gift-! We all have some gifts for you but I wanna give you mine before you see whatever Loak has for you-" 

"What??!!" *loak shouts and you all laugh* 

"Excuse you, but I for one have a very special and well crafted gift for her- y'know- cause we're close like 'that'" *Loak nudges you and wiggles his eyebrows* 

*you rolled your eyes and scoff*

"If choking is called 'being close' would you consider it?"

"Which way?" *loak interjects with a cocky smile and wiggly eyebrows*

"GROSS-" *You yell out as loak chuckles* 

"Nice one, dude" *Spider praises Loak as they both high five. Your eyes widen and you scoff, while kiri rolls her eyes, tuk left to wonder what they meant* 

"So y/n... i was thinking-"  "THERES GOING TO BE A HUGE HUGE CELEBRATION TODAY AND WE WANT YOU TO COME WITH US!!" *kiri excitedly finishes as loaks jaw was left hanging a little*

"Today-?.." *you say slowly as kiri speaks again "YEAH! there's gonna be food, dancing-" "and a hell of a lot of drinking" *loak says with his elbow placed on top of your head*

*as everyone talks about the celebration, you on the other hand is worried about what you were gonna say* 

"Guys- i really really- and i seriously wanna stress this- i cant go-" 

"Aww what-" *spider says*

"But what about us-?" *loak says after*

"Y/N." *kiri holds your hand between her large ones and has her cute pleading eyes on, the ones you've never said no to* 

"Kiri- please, you know i cant do it- not today though-"

*Kiri's eyes light up* "What do you mean, Y/N?" *you sigh as you gave a bige wide smile* "LARA GAVE ME THE GO!" *Everyone gasps as they also cheer* "Y/N!? Your serious about this!?" *spider says with pure astonishment* 

"Well- I had to convince Lara a teeny tiny bit AND IT WORKED IN THE END! I got permission to go!"

*everyone's cheers together* 

"So if your allowed tomorrow why not today-?" *Loak asks*

"It's not my birthday yet so we'll have to wait-" *you say in return*

"Okay but since your birthday is tomorrow and it is technically midnight-" *kiri says his name warning him*

"It's technically okay to go out right now-" *Loak gets gutted by Kiris elbow*

"What?? I am right- am I not??" *loak says with furrowed eyebrows*

"Loak! If she can't go it's okay! There's always tomorrow anyway!" 

"Cmon kiri it's just one night, plus I have an idea-" "please don't tell me your sneaking out-" 

"Pfft! What!? No-......" *silence overtook the air as they were waiting for him to speak again* 

"Okay maybe that's what i was thinking-" *kiri and spider groan*

"I appreciate the lovely and probably not so well-thought idea-" *Loak cocks his head to both Kiri and Spider*

"But- I can't do this- I mean, not until I turn 18 which is tomorrow and-" 

"Tanhi- cmon- we'll be sure to be with you at all times, every second, minute, hour-! Trust me, tanhi, we don't want you to miss this one too!" 

*loak places his hand on top of yours on the table as he gives you pleading eyes as well, you contemplate a little as you look from his hand back to his eyes* 

"Loak- what if we get in trouble-" *spider says worriedly*

"Sometimes your kind of a buzz kill, spider" *you gave him a stern look as he says this and he rolls his eyes* 

"Look- we'll get you back here as soon as possible, I promise"

"I hate to say this but Loaks right- we'll get you back real soon-" *kiri says back*

*you look between both of them- wondering what to do, then letting your eyes fall to spider with his arms crossed who's looking back to you*

"Don't look at me- I've been living my life by my own choices- it's time you make yours Y/N-" *He says with a soft smile, loak on the other hand squeezes your hand softly and he tilts his head giving you a reassuring look* 

you sigh looking at all of them, as tuk runs to you and hugs you at your waist, despite your height, you and tuk seemed to be the same height

"Please please please Y/N!"

*she says with cute puppy dog eyes*

"Well...." *your cut your sentence short*

"Alright- I guess- but you promise to keep quiet doing it-?.." *they all nod with smiles on their faces*

"Okay.. let's do this-" *you say firmly with a smile* 

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"Y/N- do you really have to take this long-" *Loak says with a groan, as he knocks on your door*

"Do you want me to die because I missed my meds while outside when im not supposed to?" *You say as loak turns and grumbles to himself, leaning against the side of the door with a small pout*

"That's what I thought- alrighty! All done-" *you unlock your door as everyone moves to see you, your wearing a small pale brownish off-shoulder top showing off your stomach a little together with shorts that are brown making you look more curvier and thicker with the clothes on, and your last piece being your sneakers that are white and little half-round sling-bag, holding all your meds and extras incase you need it, and of course your watch, checking your hearbeat and your alarm for those meds of yours, as you open the door holding on the knob, you gauge on their reactions with a small shy smile, as they stare at you with awe for sometime, loak and spider jaws dropped wide open, kiris and tuks with a big smile on hers* 

"So... what do you guys think?" *you say with a shy smile on your face*

"AHH! YOU LOOK SO CUTE!" *Kiri squeals out*

"Damn-" *loak scoffs in surprise*

"Wow -" *spider says*

"Out of my way boys!" *tuk pushes loak and spider out of her way*

"We got this-" *as tuk grabs your arm and yanks you out of your room placing you in your chair as kiri stretches her arms and cracks her knuckles, carefully braiding your hair with beads and flowers for tonight*

*as minutes passed, tuk and kiri finally complete your hair, two braids hanging,  from the front left and right sides of your forehead with two beads from each side, pink and blue beads in the left and green and  purple at right , flowy hair hanging from the sides too, and from the back, two braids connecting to the middle to make one decorated with flowers from Kiri, all vibrant with beauty, your long flowy hair splayed behind you from the bottom of the braids behind*

"Okay all done!" *tuk announces while patting her hands together*

"You face to your mirror turning around checking yourself out, with jaw down and eyes somewhat close to crying* 

"This is so beautiful.. I can't thank you guys enough-!" *you say in joy as you hug them*

*You made your way to the exit hatch where no one would be able to see you*

"You ready to explore the unknown?" *spider says side by side with you* 

"Nope," *you pause looking from him to the door* "let's do it" *you say heading out with everyone as you step out to the cool summer ish breeze*

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"Loak..." "I know where I'm going jeez-" "its been 30 minutes we could've been there before 20-" "just let me do my thing!" "Alright!" 

*as both kiri and spider argue with loak* 

*as you walk around with awe, turning around in every step of the way to look back at the scenery, it's dark out yet the plants and nature around you seem to live on it's own, a bright aura shining from each step you take, as soon as you step backwards you stumble one a root and find yourself yelping from falling backwards until someone catches you and you look up to see who it is* 

"Woah- slow down princess, wouldn't want getting a scratch on ya-" *loak says with a teasing grin getting you up, you roll your eyes*

"I can walk just fine y'kno- woah!" *as soon as your sentence cuts off, loak carries you placing your legs letting you sit on his broad shoulders placing your calves on his chest, you hold on to his head for support a little surprised by his actions, loak laughs at your antics* 

"Not funny." *you grumbled as you nag him to put you down*

"You're very slow y'know- even spiders much faster than you-" *you smack the side of his head and he hisses*

"Watch it-" 

*suddenly the crack of a stick disturbs the quietness of the forest around all of you, loak and kiri look at each their in slight confusion, and loak sets you down slowly to avoid any threat that may come to him while holding you with him.* 

*loak follows the hush whispers that were somewhere ahead of them as kiri tries to urge loak to stay behind, he ignores her protests and sneakily hides behind a large bush when he sees something that could get them all screwed. Recoms. RDA Recoms. Holding guns and sashes of bullets wrapped around them in military uniform. You've been told stories of the the war that happened 6 or so years ago, when your uncle Norm had told told that spider won't be at the lab because he was with jake sully and their family, you were disheartened to hear about what had happened but you were thankful spider had returned home safely, you nearly crushed him when you ran up to him and hugged him so tightly it felt like you almost choked him, but he was alright. So was Loak, Kiri, Tuk, and Neteyam, they had visited the lab back from the war to thank Norm and Max for their help, but neteyam wasn't there, ofcourse he had fought in the war fearlessly, and brought great honor to his family and people as they returned home safely, so he had to make sure everyone else was safe to meaning he had thought of his people first before humans, they had sought refuge to the Metkayina Clan, what had felt like the longest battle in years, only now would it find its way to start again. Somehow it felt like you knew everything that happened, like you were there somehow, it felt crystal clear to you of when it happened as if you had been there, but your uncle had told you it might be you just imagining things. Which leads you up to this moment, the Recoms, the RDA, Quaritch.*

"Look at that... that's your dad's actual suit..-" *loak says to spider as they sneak to the bushes too*

"What the..." *spider scrunches his eyebrows*

"Loak you're gonna be in trouble.."

"Shh-" "for life-" "Shut up-" *their voices are quite unbearably loud worrying you slightly, as you look over the bushes, you see tall avatars searching around taking to one another, like a meeting.. whatever it was- your stomach makes you feel things because of your anxiety, worriedly thinking why the hell they're back. You whisper to loak*

"Loak we need to get out of here-" 

"I got this- I've spotted before-" 

*he presses his throat com button to reach to jake* 

"Dad.." "where have you been, loak, what have I told you earlier-" 

"I've spotted some recoms... avatars.. they look like avatars..."

"What-.. where are you right now..?" 

"Uhm.. we're- we're at the old shack-"

"The old shack-? Shit- who- who are you with right now..." 

"I'm with-" *He looks around all of you, and gulps slightly*

"Im with kiri-, spider... Y/n.. and... and tuk.." 

"Tuk is with you!?.." 

"Yes..-"

"Alright... Alright- stay where you are and don't go anywhere else- we're coming- alright stay put, got it?"

*silence comes from loak as he doenst know what else to do*

"Loak I need an answer."

"Yes sir.." 

"Loak.. what's going on-" *you ask him worriedly*

"We're getting out of here- let's move-" 

"What- loak- but dad said-" 

"We need to head somewhere safer before they find us first-"

"I swear, if they find us your in so much trouble-" *kiri stresses to loak as they travel around the various bushes and leaves infront of them* 

"Guys we have to hurry what if they find- AHH-!" *tuk screams as shes taken hostage by a recom, she squirms as rhe man holds her down from her kuru, making her cry and plead. As all recoms spread out and start surrounding us, spider unsheathes his bow, hissing and aiming his bow at them, loak tells spider to lower his bow, spider reluctantly puts his bow down, as kiri then gets tugged by a recom earning a yelp from her, tuk wails and cries, pleading for them to stop* 

"Mawey... tuk mawey-.." *kiri repeats to tuk as she then gets pulled at her head by the recom, she hisses at them* 

*You suddenly get trapped in the arms of a recom making you scream, you squirm your way trying to release yourself from them but your too weak to fight them off, everyone starts panicking in some way, spider tries to bite the recom but gets pulled at the hair instead, loak tries to convince the recoms he only spoke navi* 

*another unfamiliar recom comes into view earning confused looks from all of you, he then looks between you and spider, a little surprised, you send him a glare as you huff in anger slightly trying to tug yourself away from them, but the recom pulls you back and shouts at you to stay still. He roams around everyone and spots loak* 

"Show me your hands.." *he says in a deep and rustic voice* 

*loak gets shoved by the recom behind him trying to get an answer out of him, he then pulls both of his hands out drawing the middle finger to the man infront of him, a little 'fuck you' message to him. You smile and snicker a little, at loaks antics but your hair gets tugged by the recom behind you asking you if it's funny, you then hiss and glare behind them* 

"Hmm, so you are his..." *He smiles as he then looks up and nods at rhe recom to let him go, then taking looks kuru and tugging the braid along it, making him scream in pain, you wince as you see him get tugged at.* 

"Where is he?" *He orders loak, loak hisses at him, but he continues to pull at his hair trying to get an answer out of him* 

*Loak speaks in navi*

"Sorry.. but i don't speak your language.. to buttheads" *He chuckles at this sort but his braid gets pulled back again* 

"Where is your father- now." *Quaritch speaks more sternly in navi, pulling the back of loaks kuru making him hiss* 

"Leave him alone asshole-!" *you shouted to Quaritch as Loaks eyes went wide at your statement, Quaritch let's go of loak and hands him to another recom as he makes his way over to you, he snarls at you and pulls you by the hair, your breathe knocked out off your lungs as he forces you on your knees, taking a dagger out and holds it by your neck* 

"LET HER GO- DONT HURT HER PLEASE-" *Spider yells at him*

"DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER ASSHOLE-" *Loak tries to run to you but he gets held back by the recom* 

"And how are you- a simple human girl, can breathe in this fucking planet?.." *your heart drops, how did he know? he snarls at you and you squirm spewing curses at him telling him to let you go* 

"Ahh.. I see- dad's a navi and your mom a human?-" *He says chuckling to himself as your anger is fueled even more* 

"You don't know anything about me!" *you yell at him, making him hiss at you.* 

"Colonel- we got him tracked." *A recom announces as he pulls a tablet up for him, he looks at the statistics and smiles greedily, everyone worries* "Everyone, keep your eyes on lookout, we've got company." *Your heart drops at that moment, realising what they meant* 

"Shit-" *you curse under you're breathe, as they move you to another part of the forest you try and pry yourself away from the recoms but they keep you in place and snarl at you* 

*You try to calm yourself feeling a little lightheaded of what's about to happen, your all but calm though, you feel tears threatening to spill, suddenly a recom shouts of a sighting of a navi, you and everyone else were pulled down to duck, as the recpms start aiming their guns at them, you shake as the sound of a guns terrify you, tuk being beside you, you hold her hand as she cries, she looks at you, fear driven in her irises, you calm her as the gunshots never stopped until you heard a yip. Loak then elbows the recom taking a smoke bomb distracting all of them, Loak urges all of you to run and follow him, suddenly all the recoms start to chase you, your hands still locked together by some kind of cuffs, you run together with loak, kiri, tuk, and spider. As you almost get close to clearing you stumble upon a vine catching you off and falling down, one of the recoms are close by just feet away from you as they found you vulnerable, they almost get to you until you saw it, two pairs of navi eyes looking directly at you and the recom infront of him, the recom doesn't notice until he gets shot by an arrow through their chest. You fight back to scream opting to cover your mouth instead whimpering in fear, the navi runs up to you and grabs you by the arm, undoing your cuffs saying in English "GO!". Your mind races with thoughts wondering why the navi had saved you, he could've mistakened you for a scientist ans would've killed you right then and there, but for some reason, it had felt like for a split second something about him felt familiar- but as you were too caught up in imagining, he held you by your waist and carries you, making you yelp in the sudden change as you hold on to his neck for support. He ran fast, dodging most bullets as you held onto him for dear life. But as you were close to the clearing, the navi man's ankle had caught a vine and sprained his ankle, making you both tumble over, the injury was bad and who knows how many seconds had gone by till they found you* 

"Oh my god!? Shit- your ankle-" 

*you try to think of a solution and immediately ripped both your pants in a half making it into shorts, the navi man stares at you confused and panting, you bring the fabric tp his ankle and wrap it securely, he hisses at the pain* "It's going to be fine, we gotta get out of here-" *suddenly a beeping sound was heard around both of you and you realised it was a bomb* 

"SHIT! LOOKOUT-" *the navi man shouts as he rolls you both over to a farther place making you both roll over a steep part of the forest, he holds you close to him, engulfing you in his arms as to not get you hurt or scratched. Thankfully by the time you both reached the end, you both were at the clearing, as you both meet Jake, Neytiri, loak, kiri, and tuk. 

*Neytiri gasps at the both you, seeing you and neteyam falling Iver the slope.* "Are you kids alright?!" *jake asks worriedly running up to you both as everyone huddles near you both* "Yes, sir- we're alright-" 

*Neteyam says until he unwraps his arms around you seeing you unconscious, Neteyam curses under his breathe as everyone gasps in shock*

"Shit."

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 260. brb x oc

a/n: GUESS WHO'S BDAY IS COMING UP!!!! (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“Roos!” 

Her smile is so big once she sees the Bronco parked in front of the bar that she almost forgets her bag. If it wasn’t for Penny calling her and letting her know about it, Beatrice would’ve left it there until the next day. Her husband is waiting outside the car, arms crossed and his mouth quirked in a little smirk.

He opens his arms immediately when Bea is within reach, letting her hug his torso and press her cheek to his shirt. He leans down to kiss her temple, nuzzling the brown hair that touches his nose, “Hmmm. You are touchy today.”

“I missed you.” she replies but then immediately turns her attention to Nicole who’s looking right back at her from the little booster seat, “And I missed Nikki!Hi baby!” Rooster lets her walk over to the passenger door, sitting down next to Nikki and cooing to her as her boss comes closer.

“Here.” Penny smirks, handing Rooster Beatrice’s gray bag, the xenomorph keychain was turning white because of age but it was still the same stuff she had when they first started dating, “You two are just too precious.” she says, “But that’s to be expected.”

As Penny's teasing remark hung in the air, Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle inside the car. 

Rooster leaned against the car door, a glint in his eyes as he watched Beatrice and Nikki interact.”Yeah,well…can you blame me?”

Penny rolled her eyes while walking back to the bar, “I guess not.”she waves at them, “Good night you two,drive safely.” she points to the sky, “There’s a storm coming so I wouldn’t stall here for too long!”.

Beatrice’s head popped out of the car before her body did, “Will you be alright?” she calls, seeing her boss walk back inside and smirk at her.

“Yep,I will. You two go home.” and she points at them again, “Don’t make me force you two into the car.”

As Penny disappeared into the dimly lit bar, Beatrice settled into the car seat beside Rooster, while Nikki was now giggling and reaching out for her mother's finger. Rooster watched them with a warm smile, before he closed the door himself.

The evening sky was slowly darkening, and the first drops of rain splattered against the windshield followed by the howling of winds. Beatrice glanced up at the ominous clouds, furrowing her  brows. "We should hurry, Roos. Penny's right; that storm looks like it's going to be a doozy."

Rooster hummed, clicking on his seatbelt before checking the way the trees moved because of the air around them, “We have…ten minutes before it hits.” he says, “The drive back home is around twenty- twenty five depending on traffic. We’ll get it either way but we’ll be alright.” The Bronco roars awake when he puts the key in the ignition. “I can choose a different route either way.”

The engine's growl filled the air as Rooster expertly maneuvered the Bronco out of the parking lot and onto the dimly lit street. Beatrice sighs quietly,while leaning back on her seat as she looks back at Rooster.

Her husband just smiles at her, “What?”

“Nothing.” she says, “I missed you.”

“As did we,gorgeous.” Rooster stole a glance at the rearview mirror, his expression softening as he watched the way Nicole appeared to be paying the utmost attention to their conversation  "She kept looking at your pictures. I had to tell her she had to wait for mama to come back…anyway, how was the bar? Packed I imagine.”

"It was busier than I remembered," Beatrice replied, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "Penny had some music tonight, and it drew quite a crowd. But it was fun, you know? It's been a while since I've been tired like that. I mean,I don’t know if our babies are just saints but they don't leave me so tired? I mean, the twins are at the NICU still but…you know what I mean.”

“Yeah,gorgeous.I know.” he smiles, keeping an eye on the sky and relaxing when he notices the raindrops were slow and spaced, they still had time, “And the fake Sinatra guy? Did he leave or did he still make a scene?”

"He finally called it a night after a dramatic rendition of 'My Way.' I think Penny had to practically drag him off the bar. You should've seen it, Roos; it was like watching a soap opera. Shells probably has a video on her phone and Jessie was too horrified to do anything."

Rooster chuckled, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. "Well, I'm sorry I missed the show,I can always ask Shells to send me the video though."

Beatrice nodded, her gaze drifting to the road ahead as she leaned back further in her seat. "She definitely will, you know how she is…she also said ‘I wouldn’t be a good best friend if I didn’t record this so I could share with you later.’"

“Sounds like her.”

The raindrops began to fall more steadily as Rooster and Beatrice continued their journey home. The windshield wipers swayed rhythmically, creating a squeaky pattern against the glass. Nikki, nestled in her booster seat, seemed entranced by the motion, her little fingers occasionally reaching out to point the droplets on the window.

Rooster stole a glance at his daughter through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Looks like someone's enjoying the rain."

Beatrice turned her attention to Nikki, a smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, she probably likes how it shines." she goes back to the former position and sighs, tapping her fingers together, “...man I’m spent.” she yawns, “And a bit sore.I might need a bath.”

Rooster's lips pursed, he had to go through the shortcut because the storm was right behind them, “Yeah,I know gorgeous. I can draw a bath for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Always,baby,” he smirks, “What sort of husband would I be?”

Beatrice smiles with a happy hum leaving her lips, then she looks back at the window with her eyes soft, “...how was your Call of Duty session with Jake and Coyote? Fun?”

Rooster nodded, keeping his eyes on the rain-soaked road as he navigated the winding path through the rain, the rain that now was getting stronger. "Yeah, it was a blast. Jake and Coyote were in rare form tonight. We even managed to pull off a few victories, despite Coyote's insistence on going for those risky sniper shots."

Beatrice chuckled, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her thigh. "I can only imagine the chaos."

"Hey, it's a great way to unwind," Rooster defended with a grin. "Besides, it's not like we get to do it every night. But it's always good to catch up with them...and win, of course."

As they continued to drive through the rain-soaked night, the view of their house finally appeared within sight and both sighed in relief. The sound of raindrops on the car's roof sounded more like gunshots than actual rain with how heavy it was.

And the rain showed no signs of letting up.

 Rooster's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the wet road ahead as he presses the button to open the garage up. Beatrice yawned again, her exhaustion becoming more apparent.

"You really do need that bath," Rooster remarked, touching her thigh with his free hand.

Beatrice chuckled tiredly. "Yeah, I won't argue with that. And maybe some cocoa after…"

"Consider it done," he replied, his tone soft, “With little marshmallows, just for you.”

“Aw, you are so sweet.” she giggles, holding her back to her chest as she watches the Bronco slowly roll inside the garage, the sound of rain muffled on the outside. She sighs, closing her eyes as she lets the car’s vibration soothe her a bit.

Rooster looked back at her with his hands on his thighs, “You okay?”

“Mhm.”

Rooster watched his wife with a fond smile, the dim garage lights casting a soft glow on her face. She looked peaceful, even in her exhaustion. He knew how hard she worked, with everything, even if she didn’t say it. She deserved all the rest and pampering he could provide.

Gently, Rooster leaned over and planted a tender kiss on Beatrice's forehead. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled up at him, her tiredness momentarily forgotten. "You always know how to make me feel better," she whispered.

He winked at her. "It's my superpower."

“So you are my hero then.”

One thing he adored about sleepy Beatrice was that she was just like drunk Beatrice. She was more open, she said things that made his heart flutter happily and that sentence was enough to make his cheeks hot. He laughs softly, dropping his head only to lift it back up,kissing her forehead, “Come on, time to go inside. I can get Nikki.”

Rooster's Bronco was now safely tucked away in the garage, shielded from the relentless downpour that had intensified during their drive home. Beatrice stretched her arms and legs, feeling the stiffness of the long car ride dissipate as she stepped out of the vehicle. Rooster was quick to open the passenger door for her, offering a hand to help her out.

As she stood beside the car, blushing a bit as she waited for him to grab Nikki. She couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the heavy rain outside, she loved hearing it hit the sidewalk and the roof above their heads.

The dogs, well Eleanor, started huffing and shuffling against the door that led to the inside. “Baby,” he calls and she turns to him, “You can go inside.”

But Beatrice shook her head gently, “No,I can wait for you two. No worries.”

“Alright.” he says as he opens the passenger door to unbuckle Nicole from her seat, their daughter babbling happily as her dad brought her up to his chest, locking the Bronco with his key and finally meeting Beatrice by the door, “Okay,done.”

“Mhm.” his wife replies and even in her tired state,she couldn’t help but pick Nicole from his hold and bury her nose in her golden brown hair, hugging the almost one year old close to her chest, “I’ll wait until you open…careful because Eleanor might come bustling out.”

“Yeah.” he mutters, “Are we sure she’s not just a rocket instead of a pitbull-akita mix?”

"Sometimes I wonder if she has a secret stash of energy hidden somewhere," Beatrice replied with a grin. "Could happen."

“Meanwhile her brother and mother are the chillest dogs I know.”

With that, he turned to the door leading inside their home and carefully opened it, peeking inside to ensure that Eleanor wasn't waiting to make a run for it. She was sitting close by…then immediately darted towards the garage to run in circles around the blue Bronco and Beatrice’s red jeep.

Rooster sighs, “...you know what, the garage is closed, it’s all good. I’ll draw your bath,gorgeous.”

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“Madam.”

She chuckles, opening one eyelid as she watches her husband enter the room after she’s done with her bath. She stops rubbing lotion on her skin to see him holding her Ponyo mug with the hot chocolate steaming out of it at the door, turning her body a little bit on the bed to see him better “Your beverage of choice,madam. With extra marshmallows.”

Rooster offers a warm smile as he approaches the bed, presenting the mug to her as if it were a treasured relic. "I figured you could use a little warmth this evening."

Her eyes dance with delight as she accepts the mug, inhaling the rich aroma of the hot chocolate. The scent alone is enough to envelop her in a cozy embrace. "You know me too well, Roos." She takes a careful sip, savoring the creamy, chocolatey goodness. The marshmallows on top add a delightful touch of sweetness.

And they were colorful too.

"Well, after all these years, I'd hope I've picked up a few things."

She grins, setting the mug on the nightstand before patting the empty space beside her. "Come join me."

He gladly complies, sitting down and leaning back against the headboard. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm atmosphere, meanwhile the storm raged on the outside, “How is the hot chocolate,ma’am? Is it to your taste?”

She takes another sip of the hot chocolate, reveling in the velvety texture and the perfect balance of sweetness. "It's absolutely perfect, Roos," she replies, a contented sigh escaping her nose . "You really outdid yourself with those marshmallows."

Rooster chuckles, "I'm glad you like it," he says, his voice filled with genuine satisfaction. "I've been perfecting my hot chocolate recipe, just for you."

“N’aw.” she gently touches his cheek, “You are so sweet.”

He sighs as he gets comfortable on the bed, crossing his arms, the fabric of his shirt around his biceps curls up when he does so, “Nikki is fast asleep.” he checks on her only to see she had her eyes closed, savoring the hot beverage, “Checked on her a few minutes ago, she passed out when you were bathing.”

“I thought so, she got very quiet after.”

“Yeah…”

Beatrice looked back at him, her brows furrowed just a tiny bit, ‘...you ready to tell me what’s been bothering you?” she smiles knowingly and he chuckles, because of course she knew. 

He rubs his eyebrow and then sighs, dropping his hands on top of his legs. “...Mark has been annoying the recruits to the point they think we are friends.”

“...huh?”

‘Yeah,same.” he says dryly, “I don’t get it. The only thing we have in common is we are both pilots in the Navy and we’re from Virginia. I don’t know what the hell he wants…at least he hasn’t bothered me ever since the dinner…has Miranda shown up here?”

“No.” she answers, frowning, “If she did I’d tell her to leave.”

Rooster let out a dry laugh. "Talking to them would be like talking to a brick wall. Jesus. I just hope we’re not…deployed together." he pauses, “But now I think I jinxed and we are going to be there together,ugh.”

She reached out and gently squeezed his hand, rubbing his knuckles . "I know you’ll do a good job, even with him there." she replied softly. "You know why?”

“Why?”

She set the cocoa aside, then propped her chin on his shoulder, “Because you are the better man in this.”

Those big green eyes staring back at him were always his goddamn weakness. His own gaze softened and he gently brushed her cheek with his thumb, “...damn pretty girl, you got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” that made her smile more but he sighed, “Nah, you are right. It’s just this whole thing with him and Miranda…I dunno,kinda tiring.”

Beatrice shifted slightly, her chin still resting on Rooster's shoulder. Her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on his shirt as she continued, her voice soft and soothing. "Yeah,I agree. Weird people, those two."

Rooster pondered her words, his gaze fixed on the raindrops hitting the glass pane. "Yeah, like he's trying to one-up me at every turn."

Beatrice chuckled, the sound like a gentle breeze in the midst of the storm,literally. "Well, you can handle a little competition, can't you? After all, you are the best pilot in the Navy, and you've got a heart of gold."

He couldn't help but smile at her words, her words managing to lift his spirits. "You are too cute." he coos, kissing the tip of her nose, “Wanna marry me?”

Beatrice nodded, her cheeks going red." Yes. Always.” and she kisses his lips once, ‘Oh!By the way!” she pulls out her phone from the nightstand’s drawer, “Since you are leaving after your birthday I’ve decided something.”

“Oh?”

“I just wanna ask you something,” she holds the phone to her chest, not letting him see what she was looking at, “Red or purple?”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Beatrice's sudden change of topic. "Red or purple for what?" he asked, trying to see what she was hiding.

“All I can say is that it’s a surprise for your birthday so,” she smiles more, “Red or purple?”

Rooster tsked, his eyes still locked on her as he tried to pry the secret out of Beatrice. "Come on, you can't just drop a question like that and not give me any hints. Red or purple for what? Is it a gift?"

Beatrice chuckled, her shoulders going up in a shrug. "No hints, mister. Just pick one."

Rooster pretended to ponder for a moment, tapping his chin in a mock-serious manner. "Hmm, let's see. Red or purple? Well, I think... I'll go with purple."

Beatrice grinned and nodded. "Purple it is. You have good taste, my dear." She tapped a few things on her phone and then locked it again, tucking it away in the nightstand's drawer.

"Now you've got me even more curious. What's the deal with this red or purple thing?"

Beatrice winked at him. "You'll find out on your birthday. It's going to be a surprise, remember?"

He hummed, dropping his eyes down her body for a brief second. "Alright,I'll be patient. But you do know how terrible I am at waiting for surprises, right?"

She laughed softly and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I know, but I also know you'll love it." and she placed her phone away to cup his face in her hands, “I promise you.”

[babygirldior]

Birthday Kisses

Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's your bday and you're Jude's best friend (who he's definitely not in love with or anything like that)

A/N: I wrote this with acrylics on it was really hard

Requested: Yes! a fluff with Jude Bellingham then in which he and her are best friends but he is in love with her and tells her. @hannahsophie0103

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He knew he was going to fall in love with you the moment he met you. It didn't happen instantly, not even after a couple years, but he knew it would happen, and it did.

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He's eight, kicking a ball around in the park near his house, and his parents are off somewhere, and Jobe really isn't too much fun because he's five, and no amount of "you were his age once too"'s from his parents can convince him to let him tag along. So Jobe goes with their mum and dad, and Jude plays alone, dribbling through imaginary players.

The grass is green and glittering from the morning dew so brightly it hurts his eyes. He doesn't notice you until you're standing right in front of him, kicking the ball out from underneath his feet.

"Can I play with you?"

All of his friends are at home, and his parents don't know theirs, so he can't just say no and run off to grab someone else to play with.

He kicks the dirt and stuffs his hands into his pockets because he feels so much more grown up when he does that and says "Yeah, alright."

You're not great at football, you pass with your toes and stop the ball with the sole of your foot, but you're fiery. You don't hold back when getting the ball from him, your pushes and shoves where Jude is light feet and taps. You're infuriating to play against.

You play a game you call "dodge", where you take turns with the ball and dribble past the other player. And Jude's good, he's more than good, but you don't know how to play so you run into him and take the ball with all the force of your small body.

Jude loses 2-5. That's when he sits down on the grass and stops playing.

You smile at him and hold out your hand for him to shake. He looks up, and you're illuminated by the sunlight behind you, and Jude is eight years old and he knows he's going to fall in love with you, he feels it in his fragile bones. He shakes your hand and watches your fingers curl around his.

He walks you home and holds your hand the whole way, and you let him. You're eight years old and you don't know that the funny feeling in your stomach means you're in love.

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"Can you get off your phone, mate?" Sanch hits Jude over the head with a pillow, which is the only thing that's managed to take his eyes off the screen in an hour.

"I can't, I'm trying to buy a gift for Y/N." Sanch groans when Jude smiles at the sound of her name, and Jude continues. "It's her birthday you know."

"Is it really?" He acts like he's surprised, acts like Jude hasn't told all of the boys at least twenty times in the past 24 hours.

"Piss off, you know it is."

"Yeah, so get her a necklace and call it a day."

"I can't do that!"

"I've seen her texts, she doesn't even want a gift, Jude."

"Yeah but it's her birthday, she's going to get a gift."

And Jadon doesn't even try to argue because Jude's attention is already back to his phone with a lazy smile, holding your messages up to his face to giggle at whatever unfunny thing you just sent him, so he trudges up to his room and plays Fortnite on his own, and wonders why he invited Jude over in the first place.

So Sanch gets away with saying things like, "you're whipped, mate", because Jude couldn't deny it even if he wanted to, and he knows it.

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The sky is dark and cloudless, and you can see a few stray stars. You've always loved stars, in a way that makes Jude want to forge them in a fiery embrace and hang them in the sky just so he can see the way you look up in wonder and whisper in his ear, look up, Jude, look at the stars.

And Jude's walking nervously down your driveway towards your house, and he's holding a little box with a necklace in it, and the box feels so much heavier than it is because you open the door as if you felt his presence and ran into his arms, and suddenly he wants to give you so much more than a little jewellery.

"Happy birthday, love." He says into the crook of your neck, and the feeling of his stomach flipping is still something he has yet to get used to. You are something he has yet to get used to.

So he doesn't pull away until you do, and the feeling doesn't stop. He squeezes your hand like you're the one that needs comforting.

"Thank you."

"I haven't even given you your gift yet."

"You're a gift to me everyday." You say, and he doesn't kiss you, but he wants to. And he doesn't tell you he loves you, but he does.

You know Jude would never make the first move. Your friendship has always been too strong for either of you to take a risk, and by the time you were old enough to know what being in love was, it was too late. You won't wait any longer.

You stand up on your tippy toes and press a kiss to his mouth that almost misses in its haste, and you pull back to see Jude's raised eyebrows and parted lips. And it's too dark to tell that he's blushing, but he is. He would hold your hand up to his cheek to let you feel the heat but he's already leaning forward, taking your lips in his and that's better, he decides.

He's speaking before he's even aware of it. The words tumble from his lips, lips that will never feel the same again, lips that will always feel empty without yours against them.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You two must've been standing out there in front of your house for hours, illuminated by the golden glow of light from your open door. If it was up to him, he would stay like this for hours.

He doesn't have the chance to speak because you tug his hand and say, "look up at the stars, Jude, aren't they pretty?"

"Yes," He says, but he's not looking at the stars. He's looking at you. "Very pretty."

[hisserenity]

My Letters to You

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x fem!reader

Warnings: very sad, mentions of death & maybe, possibly singledad!urban. (I hope to write more happy stuff but this came from a dream:))

Maggie Lindemann Face claim

In which Urban Wyatt’s childhood friend and long term girlfriend dies in a car accident but little does he know, she left him letters in case she left this world before him.

Y/FULL/NAME

24 years of age

Y/BDAY 1997 - May 30th 2022

On May 30th 2022 at approximately 4:22 pm, a tragic car accident resulted in the loss of 4 lives with one being Y/N. Y/n is survived by her father Y/dads/n, her brother (insert name), her sister (insert name), her long term boyfriend Urban Henry Wyatt and her daughter Novaleigh Ruth Wyatt as well as many other family and friends. Funeral services will be held at Beevis Funeral Home from 12pm until 2pm immediately followed by Y/N’s celebration of life which will take place at Thomas Moore park from 3pm until 5pm. Please join us this Sunday beginning at 12pm. All are welcome.

Urban sighs, placing your obituary beside his mothers just as he hears little footsteps making their way down the stairs of the house you once shared with him. ‘Daddy!!’ He turns around seeing the sweet little girl the two of you created together. He kneels down before her. ‘Yes my sweet girl?’ He asks her. ‘Can you help me? I tried to do it myself and I can’t get my dressed zipped up and its making me upset.’ She huffs now with a pout on her face. Urban smiles down at her with a small laugh. ‘Just like your mommy baby. Turn around my love.’ Once he gets her dress zipped, she turns around excited. ‘Thank you daddy! I’m going to grab my shoes and I’ll be ready to go, okay? Don’t leave without me! I don’t want to miss seeing mommy one last time.’ She says to her father with tears now filling her eyes. It almost makes Urban break down right then and there but he stays strong for her, he needs to be strong for her. He picks Novaleigh up and she immediately places her head in the crook of his neck as her tears begin to fall. ‘I miss mommy, daddy. I’m so glad to have you but why did momma have to go? I wasn’t ready daddy. Please don’t leave me like momma.’ His heart strings about tear apart at her words. ‘I miss her too, sweet girl. The choice to leave wasn’t hers baby, I promise. If she could, mommy would be here right now dancing with us all through the house. I promise you Valeigh that daddy is always going to be here okay? I love you lil ma.’ She lifts her head to look up at her father. ‘I love you to daddy, with my whole heart.’ He kisses her temple. ‘Let’s go get your shoes so we can go see mommy yeah?’ Novaleigh nods her head as she and her dad makes their way back up the stairs.

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After the the services

Urban sits on the couch with the tv playing as if he is actually watching what’s on the screen. Instead, he is just staring at the wall of pictures you had made with all of your memories from prom, the birth of Novaleigh, all the way up until 4 days before you passed. The day he took you to a sunflower field, the look on your face as you turned around to face him was magical that he just had to capture the moment. God he missed you. With Novaleigh now in bed, he makes his way to the fridge to grab a water when he notices something sticking out from under the coffee machine, your coffee machine. He grabs it thinking that it was a piece of trash that snuck its way underneath but soon realizes that there are words across it.

My Urby Kurby

(To only be opened if in the worst case scenario, I have left you behind)

He hesitantly unfolds the small piece of paper.

My Forever,

If you’re reading this then that means that one of two things have occurred. One, we have broken up (I really hope this never happens) or two, I have passed on and left you and lil ma behind (if this is the reason, then I am so sorry my love)

But there is a shoe box hidden on the highest shelf in the hallway closet downstairs that is for you. When you are ready, please open it. It has been years in the making. There’s some pretty good stuff in there lol. Anyways baby, always remember that I’m in love with you and will be until the very end of eternity. Muah!!

He folds the piece of now tear stained paper as he makes his way to the location you provided him. He reaches to the top shelf and feels for the shoebox before successfully retrieving and finding his way back to the couch. My Letters To You, the box reads. He removes the lid to reveal papers full to the brim all which appear to be numbered. He grabs the first letter. Taking a deep breath, he begins to read.

Urban,

If you’re reading this then that means that either we have broken up or I am no longer with you. I hope and pray that it isn’t the latter but if it is then I am so deeply and incredibly sorry. But please don’t grieve over me for too long, you have to be strong for lil ma, she needs you more than ever right now. If I’m gone, please tell her that mommy loves her more than anything and make sure to give her all the kisses, hugs, love and adoration in the world for me. You two were everything to me, I love you both so much.

The letters within this box are numbered by the order they should be read in. I tried to stack them in order but in case they went crazy, I thought putting numbers on them would be the best way. Anyways, only read them if you’re ready too and please don’t let Novaleigh know about them until she’s a little older. And always remember that I love you both, until the end of eternity.

Urban didn’t think that he had anymore tears left but yet here he is, vision blurry and whisper quiet sobs escaping through his lips. He placed the first letter next to him upside down to keep the order before grabbing letter number two. Trying to keep his composure, he begins to read once again.

June 1st 2014,

May 2nd 1998. That was the first day we supposedly met for the first time. I don’t remember it all and I’m pretty sure you don’t either since you were brand new but my mom always said that we were attached at the hip from that day forward. I am so glad that our moms were best friends and had us just shy of a year apart because I have a permanent best friend and I couldn’t have asked for a better one. Well, we’re not just best friends anymore are we? You asked me out on a date exactly 2 days, 6 hours and 23 minutes ago to be exact. Not that I was counting and I’m so excited, I’m actually getting ready right now while I write this letter. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and it’s finally happening. I hope it’s not a dare though, that would make me sad. Anyways Urby, I have to finish getting ready, you should be here any minute now.

Sincerely y/n

He placed the letter upside down on top of the first one. He can’t wait to read the rest of these letter but before he continues, He smiles gently before whispering ‘you’re with our moms again, ma. I really hope you’re having fun up there.’ He grabs the next letter, ready to dive in down memory lane.

I hope y’all enjoyed it! I know it’s quite sad (and looong) but I have quite a few more parts to it-the letters get better, I promise. I hope to have part two of this series up hopefully tomorrow! Muah!

[hotgirlmuseboardxo]

hey girl! How was the week?

omg hi!! lets do life updates:

i have a feral troll in my soul telling me i need to quit my job or it will explode HAHAHA like i deadass feel like i'm on the titanic bc the ship is sinking and i been trying 2 save it but i just can't do it anymore. i have a meeting w/ my boss tmrw (he's notorious for cancelling these things tho), he was supposed to get me info about updating my contract in august but "forgot" (also notorious for this 😭 ). i just messaged our old editor in chief to be like "girl are these ppl doing anything illegal to me" lmaooooo bc if they are i WILL be going elle woods mode on that man ! i have outgrown my role there it's like trying to fit a size five shoe on a size nine foot baby 🤥

going to toronto 2 see my besties for my bday in feb WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (something magic will happen here i sense)

i did not hangout w/ a single person in november (the vibes were rancid, god was protecting me) but i had a v candid conversation w/ one of my oldest gfs about how i felt like our relationship was struggling and wanting to improve it so we've been doing that and it's been so slay <3. we met working at h&m in 2016 lol now she's a wife and mutha and homeowner and i'm single w/ two cats and a boujee lil girl cave. iconique! we went shopping + got yummy pizza last night and on saturday i'm going to her place to celebrate her bday (i got her rare beauty cream blush, highly recommend xoxo) with another friend!!

i'm still going live on tumblr everydayyy, honestly my goal is just to help educate u cuties on emotional intelligence and taking back your power through understanding your energy !!! and answer any other q's u have about makeup/fashion/pop culture, whatever!! it's v fun ur all invited to come hang w/ me 🥰

i have a bunch of new clothes coming for christmas and i'm v excited to play dress-up + take pics for you guys. also excited to give gifts !! going to do a birth chart reading for each of my parents + got my dad a new keurig and madre some skin care

i'm like sooooo happy w/ how my body looks but my scorpionic ass can never be stagnant lol so in the new year i'm gonna do more arms n abs stuff, also always trying to make my ass fatter haahahhaa

life is fun! always :) so glad u r here living it with me besties xoxo

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Bustafellows - Limbo - Birthday 2023

Pairing: female reader x Limbo

Warnings: NSFW, minors don't interact

Word count: 651

A/N: Happy bday to the best busta boi <3. I miss you a lot sir, just so you know!

“Come on, Limbo. Just another song. And don’t you dare to slip out the party again, little brother.”

“Are you threatening me on my birthday?”

“What do you think?” Valerie winks unimpressed with Limbo’s desperate face.

“Fucking play this already, or I’ll tell your girlfriend you are a shitty brother and a shitty son. Let’s see what she’ll have to say about that.”

“Nooooo! Anything but this. I’ll play! I’ll play whichever song you want,” a resolute Limbo gets ready to play his piano as if he is going to war.

After playing for hours, it looks like his older sister Valerie is pleased with his performance, as well as their parents and the guests. The party is finally coming to an end, and Limbo feels that he can finally breathe properly after what he considered to be torture, not a birthday party.

Limbo usually hates this social gathering at Fitzgerald’s house, but today there was no escape for him. He didn’t have any good excuse to justify his absence on his own birthday. He internally also blames his girlfriend for encouraging him to socialize with his parents, whom he didn’t see for months due to their hectic work schedule.

“It’s not that I don’t like them, but these parties are always so fake and full of bullshit. As if 90% of these people actually care about my well-being.” Limbo mumbled alone on his piano.

“What do you say of a massage on those hands and maybe a movie session with your lovely hot girlfriend then?”

“W-whaatttt?!”

Limbo turns his head to see his girlfriend staring at him. He is just mesmerized. Just her presence enough is capable of doing wonders to the imagination of the youngest Fitzgerald’s heir. On top of that, she is wearing a marsala cowl neck satin short dress that highlights those curves that Limbo knows so well.

“Hehe, so what is your answer, birthday boy?”

“I- Since when you are here? You look fantastic…”

“Like half an hour? Your sister texted me a few hours ago saying you’ll be free by now. When I got here Valerie talked to me in the hallway and she said you were just thanking some guests for attending your party and stuff like that. So I waited in one of the guests’ rooms.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much for that.”

“For what really?”

Limbo still can’t believe his girl is just in front of him. One couldn’t wish for a better birthday gift than the presence of your beloved one.

“There are so many things I want to do with you right now…” says the lawyer after getting up from his piano bench.

Limbo carries her to his room, puts her gently on his bed, and starts to undress himself. On top of her, the lawyer takes off what is left of his clothes, tossing them aside.

Holding her hips firmly, he kisses her without hesitation. Her hot body touching his skin turns him on even more. He takes off her dress in a quick motion, exposing her underwear.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’ll… Ahhhhh”

Limbo pulls off her bra to have full access to her breasts. Biting just one of them is enough to make her arch her back with pleasure and scratch his back fiercely.

That’s all it takes for him to penetrate her seconds later. Showering his girl with love thrusting slowly but effectively, so she can feel every inch of his cock. Her heavy breathing just confirms how much pressure he is exerting inside of her now. She tries to hold onto something as he keeps pushing and pushing to the point her head is almost hitting the room's wall.

The lawyer doesn’t stop even after noticing his woman is cornered in his bed. He speeds up the pace to hear minutes later his name being chanted through her moans.

[angry-geese]

Hey l turned 18 today so can l request a gojo x reader were reader is his gf and they celebrate the readers bday together

Of course!! happy kinda late birthday btw!!

Domain

Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: a bit suggestive, but overall sfw. tooth-rotting fluff. established relationship- its implied that gojo and the reader live together. slight nsfw (nudity, mention of quickies), bathing/washing- sharing a shower, petnames (gojo calls the reader mochi). megumi, tsumiki (they're like,,, 8 and 12 idk tsumikis canon age tbh) and nanami are briefly mentioned. can be interpreted as sorcerer/non sorcerer au. fem reader.

A/n: it came out that gojo was 6'7'' while i was in the middle of writing this and i went feral hes so tall why is he so tall ajhhsdjhjsdh

Word count: a little over 2.8k

jjk masterlist

What wakes you up isn't your phone, or your alarm, but the sound of pots and pans banging around in the kitchen. Enough light streams in through the curtains to signal that it's well into the day. The other side of the bed is cold. Gojo must have gotten up already.

Much to your surprise, the kitchen is empty. Typically, at this hour, the kids would be getting ready for school. Though, with as late as it is, they might have already left for the train station. Classes go until three, but the two of them have clubs for another few hours afterwards. Most days they won't get home until 7. The weekends are about the same. Tsumiki has cram school on Saturdays; Megs’ is still a bit young for that. So Sundays are really their only day off together.

There's a pretty impressive spread of food across the counter. Eggs and bacon; pancakes too, right next to a pitcher of orange juice, and a pot of coffee. Two mugs are set out in front of it. Yours, and the one Tsumiki made for Gojo during an art class. It's a little lopsided, and the bottom is chipped from where it was once accidentally knocked off a counter. She's improved a lot since then, but he holds onto it still, despite her insistence that she’ll make him a much better one.

You find yourself wondering what special occasion has prompted this. But that doesn't stop you from pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and nibbling on a piece of bacon. You take small sips of the thin, bitter liquid. It's much improved with sugar and milk. The warmth of it spreads from the pit of your stomach, out into your fingertips. You could never stomach the stuff plain.

Gojo’s arms find your waist, and tug you close, pulling your body flush to his. His chin rests in the crook of your neck, breath tickling your exposed skin. His lips find the junction where your shoulder and neck meet, placing a kiss there. His much warmer hands find yours, your fingers lacing together. This draws a sharp gasp from you, partly out of surprise. You didn't hear him enter. To be fair, you rarely do. Even when he’s not trying to, he has a habit of sneaking around. Over time you’ve developed a sense for it—for him—and you can guess where he’ll pop up.

"Happy birthday, Mochi," he says, mumbling into your neck.

So that's what prompted this. You let out a small giggle, and squeeze his hand.

“You let me sleep in,” you say.

He pulls away, and you crane your neck to look at him.

“Well, I was going to bring you breakfast,” he says, “but it seems you’re already up,

“I called in a favor with Nanami- he's babysitting Megs and Tsumiki today,

"I thought we'd take a walk downtown in a bit," he says, "check out some shops. Have lunch. How does that sound?"

You nod. His lips find your shoulder again.

“I've gotta shower first,” you say. “Wanna join me?”

And it's as if a switch has been flipped. He's nodding into the crook of your neck, following along as you guide him to the bathroom. Off comes your—his—shirt; a white button-up, that still has the faint scent of his cologne to it. He may not have the biggest frame, but he’s tall enough that his shirts hang well down to your knees, almost like a dress on you.

His glasses have been shoved up into his hair, then are quickly tossed aside as you coax his shirt over his head.

Typically you fight over the temperature of the water. Gojo always insists on keeping it so hot, it makes you wonder how he doesn't boil his skin off. That's gotta be bad for his skin. He complains that you have the shower on too cold, although you seem it a completely normal and sane temperature. The shower in his apartment is big enough to fit both of you, but one of you (usually him, let's face it, you're not going to stand in the cold) ends up outside of the spray of water, shivering.

Long fingers work shampoo into your scalp. His nails are getting long, and feel nice against your head. Then on goes conditioner, which has to sit for a bit. In the meantime you scrub yourself down, making Gojo get your back, and shoulders.

He takes his time working the washcloth over your skin, kneading the muscles of your shoulder under his hands. You let out a few rather undignified sounding groans at this. But, in your defense, it feels nice. If you're giving him any credit, he's always been good with his hands. Those same hands have always had a habit of wandering.

Satoru is possessive by nature; at least when it comes to you. In public he always has to be touching you; a hand on your thigh, arm around your waist, or pressing his body against yours from behind. Everyone just has to know that you’re his.

He pulls you in for a kiss that's just a little too needy. One with a little too much passion behind it. He's the one to lean in- you're always complaining that you have to stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him. His hands wander, groping your plush thighs, and the perfect curves of your hips.

Satoru Gojo has always been pretty hard to read. It was the same when you first met. Everything he does, is seemingly done at random. He has no schedule, and tends to do the opposite of what everyone expects, or even wants him to. Yet things somehow end up in his favor. It's almost like some higher power is looking out for him- if you even believed in that sort of thing.

Dating him really hasn't made him more predictable. If anything, you’re more confused about why he does the things he does. Every action of his has an ulterior motive; not one move of his is unplanned. You just don't know the bigger picture yet.

“We should kill some time…" he says. “A lot of those shops don't open for a bit. You’re not too hungry, are you?”

He could keep you in here all day if you went along with it. Sometimes it's nice. But you can hardly count how many events, or—god forbid—days of work you've been late to because of him.

"No way," you say, "I'm not letting you convince me that you're capable of a quickie."

So you've learned from experience.

He seems to hesitate before looking up at you, flashing a grin. You only shake your head at this.

"I can-"

"No." You say. "I'm not falling for that again. We'll never leave here in time."

You’re already halfway out the shower door as you say this, pulling a towel around yourself. He dries off while you work some product through your still-wet hair.

"There's a dress in there for you," he says, gesturing to your shared room, "get dressed, and I'll dish you up."

Padding across the hall to your shared room, trying not to track too much water along the way, you press open the door. The bed is still unmade, though, you probably won't bother sparing the time to fix it.

Slung over the back of a chair is a dress you haven't seen before. It's not one of yours—it's rare you wear such a thing—a birthday gift. One of them. It's black, and made of a thick enough that you can wear it in the winter with no problem. It hugs your curves quite nicely, without being too revealing. Alongside it is a pair of shoes; cute, but comfortable enough that walking around a lot shouldn't be a problem. Comfort, and functionality kind of come first when you're buying clothes.

Sometimes you find it hard to justify dropping a lot of money on clothes like this. But it's a gift, one you find yourself hard pressed to turn down. Dressing up like this isn't something you find yourself doing every day. But every so often it's nice.

He's always had an eye for nice things like this. Where you’re more practical on this side of things, he doesn't mind some impracticality. Part of it is pride- and deep down he likes seeing you wear things he’s picked out.

It's looking like it'll be cold today, albeit clear, and sunny- at least that's what the weather man said. It's not necessarily snowing outside, but it definitely isn't warm. You’ll take a coat just in case.

Despite the pretty impressive breakfast spread, you don't spend much time eating. It's a matter of waiting for your hair to dry, and then styling it.

Much of your morning—well, early afternoon—is spent walking from shop to shop. Stores that you’ve been meaning to visit for a while, but have never got around to it. Gojo is your designated bag carrier. All along his arms are various, colorful bags, of which he looks tiny standing in the middle of.

Lunch is at a food stand, run by an older couple, tucked away on the corner of your street. They sell quite a few different meals, but you’re here for one thing; their gyoza. Specifically their pork ones, filled with various vegetables, and both fried and steamed. They’re quite literally the size of your fist, and you could eat so many you could make yourself sick. Along with those, you both order a bowl of mushroom udon, and some mochi- Gojo’s pick. Your soup is served alongside lots of tea, in small porcelain cups with ducks painted on them.

The two of you sit at a nearby table, various bags gathered around your feet. Gojo takes plenty of photos, half of which are either blurry, or have you covering your face with your hands. Embarrassing. But he goes on about how he wants to capture the moment, so you can only let him.

By late afternoon, your shoes are starting to hurt your feet, and you’ve hit just about every shop you wanted to. Rip Gojo’s credit card, but, in your defense, he agreed to this. If he really had any complaints, he’d say them. He's never been one to stay quiet in that regard. It's a blessing, and a curse. But Gojo being the way he is, usually can get away with it.

The train ride home is a short, and silent one. With lots of glares from old ladies as your bags take up nearly two seats.

The sun is setting low on the horizon by the time you get home, though it can't be any later than 6. Your apartment is dark, save for a single light on over the kitchen sink, and a soft blue glow from the nightlight in Megumi’s room. The kitchen counter is soon covered in a sea of bags. All different colors and sizes. Gojo helps put things away, trying to minimize the mess before the kids get home.

Satoru flops down on the couch with a grunt, arm stretching across the back of the sofa. A set of strong arms pull you to rest in his lap, tightening around your waist. It's always surprised you how his body can almost completely envelop yours. How his body almost acts as a shield as he curls around you.

His lips ghost across your neck- not in a kiss, but it makes you shudder like it was one. He’s trying to rest his head on your shoulder. “Have I mentioned how pretty you look in this dress…”

“All day, ‘Toru,” you say.

He lets out a soft ‘hm’, fingers lacing together. He’ll tell you it now, and every chance he gets. He thinks you’d look much better in nothing at all, but he keeps that to himself for now.

You kick off your shoes, tucking your knees in close. Your head finds his chest and falls against it. His fingers trace the curve of your spine; a touch that makes goosebumps rise along your skin.

The tv is on, but muted. Not much is on at this hour that isn't the weather, or shows that typically only old people watch.

“There's cake in the fridge,” he says, “if you want some.”

Nanami brought it by this morning when he picked up the kids- asked him to pick it up from the bakery. Another favor. Gojo was certain the noise would have woken you up.

Your head falls into the crook of his neck, and his strong arms tug you closer. The smell of his cologne only makes you bury your nose into his chest.

“Thank you,” you say, “for today. I appreciate it, really.”

This draws a low laugh from him, one that rumbles deep in his chest.

"It's not over yet,” he says, “we could go out for drinks, check out a few different bars tonight…” cause some trouble.

“I think I’ll have to pass on this one,” you say, “but thank you.”

Going out drinking with him rarely ends well. For everyone around him, at least. The last time Nanami tagged along, he blacked out and woke up two districts over missing one of his shoes.

His lips press against yours, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

“How about some cake then?” He asks.

And as much as you don't want him to move, you relent. Slowly you pry yourself off of him, moving to sprawl out across the couch. He disappears into the kitchen, returning a moment later with two plates.

Strawberry; vanilla cake, with strawberry filling, and topped with sliced strawberries. You settle back into his lap. Gojo steals bites of fruit off your plate when you aren't paying attention.

Not a moment later, the door opens, and in spills Nanami and the kids. Megumi is the first to stumble over, crawling up onto the couch beside you. He’s eyeing the cake; you make a mental note to bring him a slice when you get up.

“Did you have a fun time at Nanami’s?” You ask, and Megumi nods into your chest.

Tsumiki rambles on about her day. More specifically, about the ducks in the park, and a birdwatching book she bought with her allowance. Megumi is half asleep by the time she’s done. She cuts herself a slice of cake, and gets settled on the couch beside you, soon deeply engrossed in her book.

Nanami waves as he hurries out the door, not wanting to be stuck in conversation with Gojo. You give a wave, and mouth a “thank you” to him.

Gojo’s hand moves to ruffle through Megumi’s hair. His small hands move to rub his eyes. He looks tired. Being at Nanami’s must have really worn him out.

“You wanna help me put him to bed?” You ask. And Gojo nods, mouth still full of cake.

He scoops Megumi into his arms, trying his best not to disturb him. He's always been a pretty heavy sleeper. Megumi has slept through countless things that would have woken any normal person up.

The nightlight in his room provides enough light that turning the overhead on is unnecessary. Off come his shoes, and his schoolbag is set in a chair. He’s tucked in, and you make sure his precious teddy isn't far away. Oh how he’d throw a fit whenever you try to wash it. He's mellowed out the older he’s gotten, but that same stubborn nature still remains.

Satoru can't help but admire the sight in front of him: you hunched over Megumi, carding a hand through his hair. Sleepily his arms find his teddy, and pull it close. You tuck the covers up around his shoulders. The collar of your dress has slipped off of one of your shoulders. The sight is enough to make his chest swell with affection.

Out of everything, he can't get enough of soft, domestic moments like this. Ones that would be boring to anyone looking in from the outside. But he can watch them like a movie. From you brushing your teeth in the morning, to you packing the kid’s lunches. He can act tough all he wants, but the man is completely whipped.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, upon noticing him staring.

“No reason,” he says, but you know it's a lie.

When you kiss him, he tastes like strawberries. With your thumb, you wipe a smudge of pink frosting off of the corner of his mouth. You lean against his chest, face burying in his shirt, taking in the scent of laundry soap and his cologne. One of his hands moves to stroke through your hair.

“‘Love you,” you mumble into his chest. Along with another, tired sounding ‘thank you’.

“Love you too,” he says.

[littlegiantposts]

Magic of Retail

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

summary: more nervous bakugo more nervous bakugo more nervous bakugo

warning: some swearing

a/n: indulgent as frick! i just wanted a place to post so dont expect much lol

Y/n didn’t really like opening shifts

They were too boring cuz no one goes to the mall at 10 in the morning

But let’s formerly meet her, yea?

Meet retail y/n

She works at a gift/retail store. The products r like pop culture stuff like favorite shows and movies

Y/n is a pretty damn good sales associate too, probably the best you can find

She knows how to talk to people and find them the perfect gift

She’s hardworking

Charismatic

And not to mention totally effortlessly gorgeous

She may be just folding some shirts but she looks damn good doing it

“Why did I have to come with you, shitty hair?”

U can already guess who entered the gift shop ಠ_ಠ

“You already know Mina’s birthday is coming up and we gotta get her the best gift, man” Kiri expressed with a sigh

Y/n perked up as she overheard a opportunity to get a sale, she makes her way over, all pretty and all

"Hey guys! Are we looking for any favorite shows or movies today?" Y/n said for the trillionth time that day

"Oh, yeah! Actually. We are looking for a gift and I know she likes this show," Kirishima offers his phone to show a poster/pic of said show, "If you guys have anything with the show?"

While Kirishima was talking, but Bakugo was too busy looking at how pretty you were

like you know in those movies when the opposing love interest walks in and it seems as if they are walking in slo mo? With the wind rushing through their hair and there is a spotlight on solely on them?

Yeah, Bakugo never believed in love at first sight

But with you, he might consider it

N E WAYS

back to looking for Mina's bday gift :D

Y/n leads them to the section in which had Mina's fav show at the moment

"Yeah, so we have some apparel items, but mostly merchandise items as of right now as it is a popular show" Y/n informs Kiri and love struck Bakugo

Bakugo got heart eyes dead ass

Mf looking like (｡♥‿♥｡)

but to you he sort of looks creepy with the dumbfound expression lol

"Wow! Thanks so much, this is great!"Kirishima

Yeah, got ya! My name’s y/n if you need anything

Some time passes and Kirishima has found the perfect gift

He asks for bakugo’s opinion and he says, “yeah, Pinky’s gonna love that” in a gruff voice

Acting as if he doesn’t want be there

But secretly he keeps making glances at you while you are refolding shirts

Y/n makes her rounds around the store and stood by the pair, “found a good gift, guys?”

“Yeah! Thanks for your help. I think we are ready to check out” Kiri adds

And bakugo realizes the window of seeing you is closing

However Kiri ends up going through the transaction and they end up leaving the store

Much to bakugo’s internal dismay

They go to a couple of different stores and it looks like their shopping spree is about to end

But

Bakugo takes his chances and mutters to Kiri, “I left something, I’ll meet you at the pretzel stand, then we’ll go”

Kiri is confused

Bakugo doesn’t really carry a lot of stuff with him

But he goes along and agrees

Bakugo runs

I mean sprints

Back to that same gift shop you’re working at

Hoping that you are still working you’re shift

He gets there, a bit panting

He walks around

Scouting the area

He doesn’t see you :(

He is frowning

Did he miss his chance

He looks down

“Finding everything okay? Oh, hi again! What’s up”

It was like music to his ears

He looks up and sees you in all your pretty glory

In reality, u just came back from ur 15 minute break

But to bakugo he felt it was destiny maybe

He just stared at you

He didn’t realize he didn’t respond

Did I say something wrong..??? Y/n thought

“Just looking at the key chains…I’m guessing haha” y/n tries to play off this conversation

“Y-yeah I was looking if you guys had a different size” bakugo just throws out there in desperation of saying anything

( •︠ˍ•︡ )

Bakugo forgot he was standing in front of the keychain stand.

There’s no sizes for the keychains

They r all one size

No varying size here

Bakugo felt his cheeks go warm in embarrassment

“I-I mean-”

He gets cut off by your laugh

Oh, what a beautiful sound it was

He could here it all day

Your laughter dies down a bit and you say, “unfortunately, all of our keychain sizes don’t vary so this is what we have” with wiping a stray tear from laughing

“Right, uh, I’m” bakugo looks at the keychain stand

He stares at it hard

None of the keychains look familiar to him

So he just picks one at random

“I’m gonna get this one and I’ll be ready to check out.” He manages

“Perfect! I’ll ring you up on the first register”

(Side note: y/n is actually not on register. She was a wing woman for the day, mainly just getting sales and talking to customers. But she found this blonde customer really cute and wanted to keep talking to him. So she hopped on register for this transaction)

(But don’t tell bakugo that shhh)

Bakugo swears his heart is gonna beat out of his chest at any moment

So you guys are going through the transaction like normal and u ask

“So what’s you’re fav character from (insert your fav show or movie)”

Bakugo freezes

Uhhhh

Should he know this??

“You’re keychain, it’s from (fav show or movie) ofc haha I really like it too”

Bakugo feels his head go a bit dizzy

Shit

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

Literal red sirens go off in his head

He doesn’t know anything about this show/movie

He looks down at the keychain for help

It doesn’t give any help tho ಥ_ಥ

Bakugo decides to come clean, “to be honest, I only got this so I can talk to you” he says all in one breathe

Now you are the one who doesn’t know what to say

He???did?this??to???talk?to?your??pretty??face????

How sweet awww

You turn into a tomato

You’re heart rate picks up

U start sweating a bit from the heat

“U-uh well” you look down awkwardly and immediately print the receipt, hastily pick up a coupon and scribble something, placing his item in a bag and handing it to him, “thank you! Have a great rest of your day!”

Bakugo stared at you

He definitely messed up

He wanted to kick himself

“I- oh, uh. Thank….you” he said quietly

He walks out of the store with his bag

Dazed from the encounter while he meets back with Kiri who is chowing down on a pretzel

“U want some bakugo?”

“No”

Bakugo’s too sad

He really ༼ಢ_ಢ༽

He should’ve said something more cool

Both are walking back, specifically to the bus stop

They get on the bus

Bakugo gets the window seat

He stares out the window with all the melancholy he can muster

He looks at the mall, thinking of you, and sighs

He looks down at his bag

He notices the coupon

There’s black marker on it

He scrunches his eyebrows

He reaches down into the bag, grabbing the coupon

It’s a 30% off coupon for his next purchase

Hm, not bad

He flips it over

And there it is

A phone number hastily written in black marker

Bakugo’s eyes go wide

A small smile makes its way onto his face

Kiri turns and notices said smile. He gets suspicious hmmm

Bakugo quickly shoves the coupon into the bag

“Happy with what you got?" Kiri asks quizzically at his friend

Why?

Oh, because bakugo is smiling down at this brown paper bag

Let me repeat that

SMILING

Kiri thinks this is like a milestone

“Yeah, I’m happy with what I got” he answers

[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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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. 

~~~~~

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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