#again tysm for asking this makes me so joyous

[moxielynx]

So as I know little to nothing about Epic The Musical(only listening to snippets of like, 4 to 5 songs-) I really wanna know more about it and the AU you made with it and Tetrax-

Oh my god it’s happening it’s happening it’s finally happening

everything is under the keep reading cause this is going to be a LOOONNG post

OKOK SO basically the epic au follows the musical almost exactly, story wise, with some kinda major changes

I wrote about it all on my priv twitter then transferred everything over to a txt document so excuse the fact that it’s formatted as a twitter thread cause it literally came from one!!!!

Also I made a couple of changes ever since the Circes Saga was released and there will continue to be changes until the musical is fully completed so I will list all the changes after this

SO CHANGES!!!!!!

1. Ares has a name now, it’s Orion!!

2. I’ve decided that all the gods are just gonna be named after the actual gods they’re supposed to represent, I can’t be bothered to come up with a bunch of new names for them

3. In the "Circes Saga" part Circes, instead of threatening tetrax to never return she helps him get to the underworld, having a new respect for him cause not only was he able to resist her power but also he tries to show as much respect to her as possible by kneeling and begging for his crew to be set free instead of resorting to trying to kill her

4. Tetrax meets Clockwork directly instead of having a dream with him in it since Circes helps him go to the underworld

HERE ARE SOME OF THE DESIGNS!!! The first 3 are Aeolus, Circes and Hermes and the other one is just concepts for the others, the designs are all subject to change

ive also started an animatic for one of the god games songs!!!! its still only a ""storyboard"" so stuff is messy+needs to be adjusted/added but heres what it looks like atm!!! i used this animatic to practice drawing azmuth and orion since i hadnt drawn them at all prior to making this, i hope that i can finish this by making a cleaned up version

i hope i can make animatics on at least "The Horse and the Infant", "Just a Man", and "Done For" in the future

i genuinely dont think ive ever put this much time, thought and effort into an au, tetrax makes me so happy and these songs makes me so happy too, tysm for asking about the au i love love loooovvvee talking about it

playlist of all released songs !!!!! playlist of all the unreleased/unfinished songs!!! (that i talk about here in this post, theres a BUNCH of other unfinished songs yall should check out as well)

extra art of it :3

[jamilviperswife]

Jack howl stole my heart and also sorry, idk any writer words so I have no idea what I'm asking for, but remember when Jack works at a restaurant as the "I lift heavy stuff" guy. Can you write something about him having a crush on a waitress there?? Go wild on what you think should happen or be said!! Tysm if you take my request ❤

Hello Hello! Yes I think I do, I believe it's in his Port Fest vignette? Unfortunately I don't know much about the Port Fest since I'm on the EN server and ended up missing the event when it came out on EN 😭 but I'll try my best from my knowledge! I'll write this as a one shot/drabble ^^

Warning(s): None

Content/Character(s): Jack Howl, fluff, Jack gains a cute little crush on a waitress.

"Thanks again for offering to help with these boxes Jack! With your muscle we should be done moving these boxes within no time!" Said an older man with a joyous laugh. This man was the owner of a restaurant near the Port. He was currently trying (and failing) to lift some heavy boxes that just arrived inside the restaurant, before Jack came along and offered to help, seeing the older man struggle to carry the shipment in.

Jack scratched his neck sheepishly, a light dust of pink coming to his face. "It's no problem really. You looked like you needed help, so I offered."

"Oh don't be so sheepish boy! If it weren't for your kindness, I'd probably be on the ground with a broken hip, hah!" The man said letting out another laugh as he watching Jack pick up another crate and bring it inside.

Jack sweatdropped at the comment, setting the crate down inside the back of the restaurant where everything was stored. Brushing wood particles off his hands he let out a sigh, "Ah, that should be the last of it."

"Splendid! Oh, before you go, would you mind helping me with one other thing?"

"Huh? Sure, I don't mind. What do you need help with?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. Helping out some more shouldn't take too much longer, he didn't see any harm.

"Well you see, the Port Fest is coming up soon, and we're quite short on staff. I was wondering if you'd like to help me out with that problem temporarily! You'd be payed for your time of course! And you wouldn't be working long, just an hour or two. What do you say?" Asked the man as he gave Jack a pleading look.

Jack contemplated it, he said they were short on staff? Around this time? That definitely wouldn't be good for the workers, they would be so stressed. And he did have experience working in the Mostro Lounge, albeit only a little. And the look the manager was a giving him wasn't helping either. With a scratch of his head and a loud sigh, Jack caved.

And that's how he ended up here, currently working back and forth from taking orders and seating people. The manager wasn't kidding when he said they were short staffed, there seemed to be only 4 other people working, excluding himself. The restaurant was getting rather crowded. The day of the Port Fest was tomorrow, and some people had come by early to take everything in. Said people also just had to stop by and eat at the restaurant Jack was currently helping at. He sighed to himself, wondering if it was a good idea to take up this job. But seeing how stressed the other staff were, even with his help, cleared away his doubts.

Jack had just come back from taking someone's order and was on the way to the kitchen. However his mind began to be occupied with other mindless thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, he was so distracted he didn't see a little waitress holding a tray of drinks rushing over to some unhappy customers.

The two of them ended up colliding, the drinks spilling everywhere as the waitress fell on her bottom. Jack too a few steps back to balance himself after the collision, eyes wide from surprise.

Said waitress rubbed her side in pain, muttering a few curses to herself. Just great, this was her second time on the job and she has already to make some customers unhappy, run into someone, and spill the order of said unhappy customers all over the floor and herself. She was going to get fired for sure.

Jack knelt down to her level and offered her his hand, "Hey! Are you alright??." He asked her, eyebrows furrowed in worry. He waved someone over to clean up the mess and take care of the customers who just lost there drinks before turning back to the waitress. "Let's go to the staff room and get you cleaned up."

'Do I look alright!?' She thought, taking his hand with a huff as he brought her up from her sitting position.

Jack didn't know why, but he suddenly started to feel queazy. His face seemed to flush lightly at the feeling of her hand being placed in his as he lifted her up and brought her to the staff room. 'Her hand is so small compared to mine...' he thought before shaking his head with a face redder than before.

Once in the staff room, Jack handed her towels and napkins to wipe herself off with, which she thanked him for and used with little progress. "Ugh, my uniform is soaked with sweet tea, I have fruit chunks stuck in my hair, and I smell like a cocktail! This is the worst." She said with frustration, throwing the used napkins away before burrowing her face in her hands.

Jack bit the inside of cheek. She was clearly upset, but he didn't have much experience with comforting people, much less girls. He awkwardly patted her back, "I'm sure it's not the worst, there should be another uniform you can wear."

"No, you don't understand!" She pulled her hands away from her face, teary eyes looking up at Jack, who looked back at her in surprise. "You saw how angry those customers were! It's only my second day on the job and I've already made a mess of myself, I'm going to be fired! And I really need this job!" She cried out.

You felt foolish, here you are looking like mess, crying Infront of some random boy. Could your day get any worse? On second thought, better not jinx it.

Jack started to panic, now she was crying! What was he supposed to do?? He took the time to examine her, she seemed to be around his age, maybe a year older. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't attractive. He felt himself flush again. After a few seconds, Jack finally spoke up. ".. You're not going to be fired." He mumbled out.

You blinked at him in confusion, did he not hear what you just said? All the reasons why you would be fired? "What?"

This time Jack looked at her with determination. "I said you're not going to be fired. I know the owner, he'll understand. I promise. I'll make sure you keep your job, so!...please don't..cry.." He mumbled the last part,but you still heard him.

You stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, "Hahahaha! You barely even know me, and yet you're determined to help me keep my job? Your something else." You couldn't help but let out another laugh as you smiled at him.

Jack flushed once again, his tail wagging involuntarily. Your laughter sounded melodic to him, your smile was so bright. "..." He decided he was going to keep that smile on your face, he wanted nothing more than see you smile again. "Well of course, I wasn't going to let some pretty girl get fired over a little thing, and you said you needed the job right? I don't know your situation, but I don't mind helping you!"

This time your cheeks dusted a light pink. He thought you were pretty? You grinned at him,"So you think I'm pretty? How bold, I don't even know your name~." You teased him, letting out a little giggle at his surprised and flustered reaction as he tried to explain himself. 'How cute..' you thought to yourself.

A few minutes had passed by at this point, you had managed to get all the fruit chunks out of your hair. Though you still needed to change, your uniform was dry. Albeit a little sticky from the drinks.

"Jack Howl."

You turned to the big wolf, confused. "What?"

"You said you didn't know my name. Well, my name is Jack Howl." Said wolf responded, shyly rubbing the back of his head as his tailed swayed behind him.

You grinned up at him, "It's nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Y/n." Grabbing an extra uniform you turned away from him, waving bye as you went to go change. "Thank you for helping me Jack, I really appreciate it."

Jack waved back before leaving the staff room, a small grin on his face. Y/n huh? The name suited you well.

The rest of his shift had ended before he knew it. Handing the uniform back over to the manager before grabbing his stuff and getting ready to head out. Something caught his eye, a piece of paper seemed to have fallen out of the locker he was using to put his stuff in. It was a little note.

Picking it up Jack looked around to see if anyone had mistakenly put it in his locker. But he saw no one, and reading the front of the note, his name was in it. Confused, Jack opened it up and read the contents.

'Just in case I don't see you again, here's my number, xxx-xxx-xxxx, call or text me sometime!

-Y/n'

Jack's tail began to wag behind him, a small dopey smile made its way to his face as he stuffed the note in his pocket and headed out. He really hoped to see you again.

[disasterbuck]

👁️👁️👁️

💕💕💕

tysm for the ask!! 🥰

👁️👁️👁️ - Buck Naked

Oh. He definitely hadn't been expecting that. Taking Buck into his arms, Eddie didn't even think about the water now soaking him as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He'd been right – Buck did love him!

Joyous laughter bubbled up from his chest as he realised he'd done it. He'd told Buck how he felt and Buck had proven his trust was not misplaced. Buck was his, perfectly and forever. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Eddie pressed their foreheads together as he chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Buck asked with a giggle. "I mean… aside from the obvious."

💕💕💕 - First Kiss

(I'm still playing around with this one to figure out what works best. So I decided to swap their roles and try writing it that way and it gave me a new idea and more inspo! Yay!)

"Eddie?" he called out.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he swiped open to his messages again and grinned down at the words. Then realised–

Oh. He'd never replied.

Grimacing, he quickly typed out I'm here and hit send.

"Buck?"

Whipping his head up, he beamed as he saw Eddie walking down the hall towards him. Quickly moving to meet him, Buck brought his hands up to cup his face.

"Hi," he breathed, staring into the gorgeous brown eyes that he'd fantasised about countless times.

"What–?" Eddie began, but Buck didn't let him finish.

Make Me Write ✨

[colourstreakgryffin]

Omggg Douma & Dokusha my beloved! Tysm for all the adorable hcs. They’re both so so precious 🥲

How would Douma react when Dokusha starts taking after him? As her BDA develops, it’s clear her powers are much like his. And then one day, when she learns to shapeshift, she surprises Douma by changing her eyes to look like his.

“Look! Now my eyes are just like yours, Chichiue!”

Oh my actual lord! Yes! I definitely wanna write more for caregiver/father Douma since I had so much fun with the idea! So, I will happily do this! Thank you for giving me another break!

Short Story: The Ice Queen

“Chichioya! Chichioya!” You chirp excited, bundling your fists on the beautiful, silky kimono you wore and lifting the fabric above your feet enough so you can run more efficiently. Where to? To the front door as the Upper Moon 2 slowly opened it and shut it as quiet as possible to avoid attracting any of his followers’ attention. He just wanted some time alone with the cute demon he loves dearly before dealing with them

Douma has been gone for quite a while. Two whole days and you hated when your beloved father was gone for so long. He usually took a few hours in his “important business meetings” but you knew whatever he was doing was necessary. You cry out joyfully and hold your arms up wide to help Douma lift you up easier

His gorgeous rainbow eyes brightened at the sight of you and his lips curl into a instinctive smile. He can’t help himself but feel intense joy in your presence as he scoops you up when he drops down and cuddles you to his chest firmly, rubbing his nuzzle in your hair affectionatley.

“Chichioya! Watch me! I have something to show you!” You chirp out again equally joyous, lifting your head off his shoulder as you two silently hugged for a few seconds. You loved his warmth and he loved yours as well

“What is it, Doki?” Douma asked in response, completely interested as he replaces you on his hip so he could let you get more comfortable before he makes another choice. He didn’t know what was in your mind but now his attention was peaked and focused on you

Douma’s head tilted like a curious little kitten, he decided to bring you over to his throne in a mere blink as he watched you hold out your hands, palm flat and concentrate intently on the snowy-white skin. After a few seconds, a white bunny dropping snowflakes materialised and hopped away, circling you two before disappearing into a thin rain of snowflakes

Douma almost exploded in cheers and would have awoken his followers if he didn’t bite down on his lip. He always made jokes about you being his daughter, but he never thought you’d actually have so many similarities to him. His dead heart was being brought back to life in the very moment as he pumped his free fist up in celebration whilst you turned to face him, waiting for his response

“That’s simply wonderful, Doki! You’re like a little ice queen!” The older demon happily proclaimed, holding his own hands out and producing a palm-sized ice statue of a Buddhist woman in perhaps milliseconds, something he was capable of doing so fluently, he didn’t even need to focus on it.

You always liked his Demon Blood Art, you find his ice so pretty and now that you can produce sentient snowflake beings, you and your adoptive father are gaining all the more matching qualities

One good thing happened after another. Day by day went past after the cute little incident with the snowflake bunny presentation, and something different happened when Douma brought you over to the main dining hall for another dinner with his followers. As you watched the followers eat their not-so-appealing looking human food and talk to a few of them on occasion atop the more quiet Douma’s lap.

One of the ladies, all of the sudden, yelped out in surprise, attracting attention of the many people onto her as she cleared her throat audibly to compose herself as spoke on a shaky voice.

“L-lady Dokusha… your eyes just changed” She remarks gently and nervously. You titled your head in confusion, mirroring Douma well as you answer her with a sweet, usual smile. “Human eyes can’t change, silly! Maybe, it’s just the lighting?” You answer with that unbreaking positivity you’re known in the temple for, though, you knew exactly what she was talking about

It felt only like hours after you showed Douma your self-developed snowflake technique but it had been weeks. You realised you had another ability, alongside the snowflake bunny.

Shapeshifting! You wanted more than anything to take after your beloved father, you want to be exactly like him so you tried your best to mimic him. Though, acting wasn’t enough for you, you wish you shared his blood

Though, your bland purple eyes didn’t match his and his jokes about how close you are to rainbow radiated in your mind as you stared at the tall window in the throne room, sitting in front of it. Your wishes came to true, like a wishing star granting when the purple begin mixing with fluid colours of red, orange, yellow, green and blue. In no time, your eyes had the same colour mix and pattern as Douma. Though, you couldn’t recreate the Kanji for some odd reason

However, it didn’t bother you much. You squealed in excitement, so loud that a follower came into the room to check up on you as she was worried you were hurt. No, you were beyond from hurt. Learning about your shapeshifting ability was one of the best days of your demonic life as you knew exactly what you should do

Surprise Douma with it so you begun practicing whenever he was away. Sure, you could practice with him but he is ten times faster than you, he’d spot the switch instantly so your plan set into motion and this single night was putting all the jigsaw pieces together smoothly

Douma frowned confused with a cute undertone as he begun speaking, his followers instantly bowed at the sound of his deep, powerful voice. “Please do eat, I wouldn’t want any of you be famished. I’m certain it was a lighting trick, my dear” The mentioned young lady bowed a lot lower then the others and nodded frantically, thankful for her leader acknowledging her needs

“Thank you, sir. May the gods bless you for your kindness, sir” She sung out praises like she breathed, quickly returning to her meal as you laughed lightly. You found the followers so interesting as Douma found the followers irritating but, he tried to keep all of them alive for your sake. Though, he must provide you two with recent dinner at some point

Douma instinctively faked a smile, from what you saw as you quickly tapped on his hand, after shuffling back a little to get more comfortable. You wanted his full attention but you needed to get out of the human followers’ sight as to not reveal your demon nature

“Yes, my dear?” Douma asked as he responded to you in no time, you pointed to the throne room and he knew exactly what you supposedly wanting. One of the many plushies he had his followers make for you. Douma picked you up in his mighty arms and bowed lightly at his followers as he rose, reassuring them he will return after picking something up for you.

It felt pathetic slowing down his pace enough to look like a human walking away but he did it, just to further fool his moronic followers. Though, he simply hated it

Entering the throne room and shutting the door, you swung your hands up and slapped his cheeks together with your smaller palms. Douma stopped moving altogether, hand still on the wooden door frame as he looked down at you, locking eyes silently.

His whole world shifted when the missing colours of the rainbow begun mixing with your signature purple, and in seconds, your eyes matched his perfectly. As if he had given you his irises

Douma basically imploded on the spot, much like he did before with your brand new BDA demonstration. His pride was endless, his love was overflowing.

He never thought he’d see the day where his beloved daughter become so much like him. He practically threw you above his head with a genuine smile tearing up his face, he loved everything about you and he loved all these surprises you were spoiling him with

“You can— Wow! Doki, I can’t do that! You can change your eyes?!” Douma cries out surprised and excited all at once, such emotion coming out of the Upper Moon 2 was originally thought to be nonexistent at first as he had no emotion prior to meeting you. You’ve brought him more than a another good reason to live, but a good reason to feel something

“See! Now my eyes are just like yours, Chichioya!”

(Btw. According to Google Translate, Chichioya means “Father”)

[cuephrase]

ask game: 🏜️, 🍓, 🎨, and anything else you want to answer :))

🏜️⇢ what's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

any comment that indicates enjoyment! i will say the aggressively positive ones crack me up, like never thought i would enjoy being cussed out but it's pretty fun lmao. ummmm oh, bc i write angst, i like when i get comments saying 'i cried' LMAO. i also love long comments, which i feel like i have to make it very clear that i don't dislike short comments!! when i super fall in love with a fic i tend to like word vomit in the comments tho, so like receiving that kind of comment makes me malfunction, bc like what do you mean my writing was worth all that kindness?? actually. pretty much every nice comment makes me feel that way 🥹😭🫶 if you've ever left me a comment, just know i can practically guarantee that i blushed, looked slightly insane for a second, and then had a massive grin for the rest of my day

��⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

omg fun question!!! so!! okay, i've been writing since i was in first grade bc i read obsessively so when my teacher was like "dolphins can't drink coffee" my smart ass was like "ummm they could if it was the right story" and she was like "well then write it prove me wrong" and i was like omg i can write my own stories?! mind blown. got extra credit for that story actually, horrible influence, taught me to argue with authority figures. jk. kind of. where was i? oh!!! fast forward to when i was eleven, i got super crazy into tmnt and would spend hours just like...reading about them, like fact articles, don't laugh at me, anyways, something mentioned fanfiction and i was like, what is that? googled it. mind blown AGAIN. i would spend hours daydreaming new episodes okay, and even though i wrote all the time i never considered writing down my ideas bc i thought i needed to like work for nickelodeon to do that lmao.

wasn't allowed to have an acc, even once i turned 13 (which would've been on ffnet actually, had no idea about ao3 then), and also wasn't allowed on a computer so i just wrote in spiral-bound notebooks and my siblings waited for each chapter the same way they did for new episodes.

can't remember how i discovered ao3, weird, but that was when i was around 15. all the fic i posted then was bnha, has since been orphaned, whoops, i anon what i don't love now. and then i kept writing fic just for myself but i posted a bnha one shot back in 2022. got into batfam in august 2023, did some whumptober for fun, and now i'm posting my first multi-chap fic!!

i write...a lot, but share very little bc i'm super, super self-conscious. i'm trying to be less shy!! it's just hard *buries head in hands*

🎨⇢ link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

asjfjkskj I CAN'T DO ONE. i gotta limit myself somehow tho crap. okay okay okay

first up, is this absolute gem from @/danidoodels, i mean LOOK AT HIM. the lil pout, and then the hair ruffles and his smile and the colors and the and the everything. just everything. EVERYTHING. patpatpatpatpatpat

then, @/ashrayus dick and jay art had been a recent and joyous discovery, but this one i'm going to highlight this one bc he's holding him like a naughty kitten lmaooooo. i'm obsessed with how like soft and warm this art makes me feel, i want to wrap up in it like a blanket and sob

next, @/malenjoyer's delightful art is always going to worm into my brain but this cat dami?! SOG. i want to squish him. just SQWUISH

finally, this timkon animatic @/oneswordstyle- i've probs thought about it every day since i first saw it. it's just so soft and cute and i adore them and they make me sick to do not try to cure me

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🫥⏳💔⚖️🔂 (i don't think this counts as spoilers, right? hehe)

tysm for the ask anon!! i hope you enjoyed the answers <3

[lisxdumbr]

HI user lisxdumbr I'm one day late for this lovemail but I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!💝 It's surprisingly cold this time in my country it's like I'm in a hotel. Is it due to climate change? :'0

*Ahem* Mika scout and bday!! I rlly thought the holographic part of his outfit were really holographic until i found out it's just like shiny fabric and not really holo 💔 He is still slaying as ever 🥰 It's so nice to ensemble live during birthdays because everyone's polite and greeting the character who has a bday 😔💖 I'm so nervous who'd be the next victims for New Year event and the event scout ;;;

What do u think is the gift you'd consider that you're lucky to have this Christmas? Once again, even if you don't celebrate the holiday itself, I send you my best wishes for more joyous blessing to come to you~ 🎁

— 🌻.

HELLO HELLO USER. uhm. User sunflower anon who gives me my weekly serotonin boost !!!! Tysm for your wishes ! Don't worry, you're not late at all, sending those words for you too ♡

Ohh my god, I hope you're handling the cold ok, please make sure to use the proper clothing to warm yourself properly ! I'd hate it if you got sick or anything.

OHHH MIMIKA MY LOVELY I am pulling tonight because I want midnight to hit here for me to pull, best happy birthday gift from me to him <3 THE THE NEW YEAR JBQHWHEHYSWHYQHWUSH you opened a cage you didn't want to. IT HAS TO BE HAJI. HAJIME babbits event plus in the year of the bunny. I am having this though that Tatsumi scout is soon. Be prepared.

Gifts? Hmmm well I don't receive gifts, I don't celebrate, though my mother bought a plushie for me yesterday but... Well, this is going to sound cliché perhaps, but my friends were the best gift I could ask for. I made this little Christmas tree online where my friends left me little love notes, the only thing that made me emotional last night, I almost cried with some of the messages, I still need to thank some of them privately.

I saw your other message! It will get a reply, and this time actually soon, I promise ♡ everything I can say right now is that I appreciate you lots ! I hope life treats you kindly from now on, cheering for you

[thebangtancloud]

hii can i request a really really fluffy drabble for hyunjin with 47, 75, and 60 tysm💟

Again ~ Hwang Hyunjin

"Marry me." + "Sit on my lap." + "You're so beautiful."

pairing: husband!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship, marriage au

summary: hyunjin gets emotional when he sees you wearing your wedding dress for the first time after your wedding.

"Jagi?"

"Hmm?"

Hyunjin was rather busy with his drawing, the apple pencil twirling around in his hand as he scrutinized the design and tried again and again to see what was missing where.

"Can you look at me for a sec?"

"Hmm?"

A strip of his dark brown hair slipped out of the hair tie that was holding the long strands out of his face, gently falling against his temple which he swept away briefly with the back of his wrist as he turned to face you.

"Oh- what..."

His voice deflated into a whisper the moment his eyes landed on your dress, letting his back hit the chair as he lost control for just a moment.

"Holy shit, you're so beautiful."

"You think?"

The smile on your face was nothing but joyous, your hands reaching for the ends of the white gown which you picked up and twirled around with a little giggle. The length of the dress dipped a little past your ankles even though you were holding it up, as you weren't wearing your heels and only just had your baby pink socks on.

"Come here," he held out a hand in your direction. Hyunjin found himself mirroring your smile, however, he quickly erupted into a series of chuckles when he noticed that his eyes were welling up with tears.

"Are you crying?"

"No way," Hyunjin laughed but wiped at his eyes nonetheless, standing up with a proud smile and walking towards you.

"You're just so beautiful, jagiya."

"Thank you," you giggled into your palm, reaching out for him when Hyunjin placed his hands out in front of you.

"Reminds me of the day I saw you for the first time with this dress on," he whispered in awe, his thumbs gently running across the skin of your hand as his eyes trailed over the intricate designs that were embroidered all over the dress.

"So pretty."

"You're making me all shy now," you smiled, tugging at his hands until he stood mere inches away from you. He looked down at you with fond eyes that had tears glistening in them, both arms slipping around your waist, being careful with every little touch so that he wouldn't destroy your dress in any way.

It reminded you of the day you walked down the aisle. Hyunjin was so cautious, because he found the dress that you were wearing so delicate that he didn't want to touch you in a way that could harm the dress in any way.

"Should I pull out my suit too?"

"Do you want to?"

He nodded eagerly.

"I wouldn't mind marrying you again. Right here, in our bedroom."

The laugh that bubbled out of your chest made Hyunjin grin from ear to ear, his grip on you loosening so that you could bend forward to lean into him while you laughed.

"Your suit is not even here, Jinnie," you chuckled fondly, gently touching the side of his face. You couldn't help but coo when he leaned into your touch with the softest of smiles.

"I just remembered that," he whispered, running his eyes over your dress once again.

"In that case," he blinked, reaching up for the hand that was on his face and bringing it to his lips so that he could place a kiss on the back of your hand.

It took you a moment to understand what he was trying to do, but soon enough, Hyunjin moved a step back so that he could get down on one knee, holding your left hand in his as he looked up at you with eyes shining with so much of love.

"Marry me."

Your heart leaped at his words.

It was so different from the night he proposed to you. Four years ago, although Hyunjin had it fully planned, he couldn't help but splutter out words that weren't even on his script out of nervousness, and you remembered laughing fondly at the way he couldn't even ask you to marry him until you just said yes.

The Hyunjin that was now on one knee in front of you was so much bolder. So much more confident. The stability in his voice told you that he was finally able to ask you the one question he failed to ask you four years ago.

After all, this was the very first time you had heard him ask you to marry him. Even though Hyunjin had apologized numerous times after the night he had somewhat proposed to you. Even though Hyunjin had asked you the same question - over text - after that night. This was the first time you heard these words from his mouth.

Almost in sync, a tear slipped past his eye at the same time it did from yours, his grip on your hand tightening at the sight.

"Yes."

Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh with joy when he heard you say yes, his head falling briefly at the action before he stood up and reached for your face, holding it within his palms and pulling you to him until he could kiss your lips.

"I should've been this confident that day," he murmured against your mouth, kissing your lips a few more times before he leaned up to place a long kiss on your forehead.

"I loved it, either way," you assured him, wrapping your arms around his frame when he took a tiny step forward to embrace you in a warm him.

"I know you did. You said yes even before I asked you to marry me."

"We both know you were too nervous to ask me that. We would've spent all night on that balcony if I had waited for you to ask me."

His chest buzzed with warm chuckles as he laughed at your playful teasing, gently patting your bare back before bending forward until his lips could reach your shoulder.

"Thank you for understanding me that day. Thank you for marrying me. I really couldn't be happier."

Your favorite thing about Hyunjin was how open he was with you. He never felt the need to hide his tears away from you, so when you pulled away from his hug to take a look at his face, Hyunjin never once stopped you.

"Don't cry, Jinnie," you whispered softly, letting your thumbs swipe away the tears that were slowly trailing down his cheeks.

He nodded with another laugh, assuring you that he was alright.

Soon enough, he took a hold of your hand and pulled you to his desk, taking a seat on his chair and tugging at your forearm.

"Come here, sit on my lap."

He didn't give you time to do it yourself though, gently pulling you until you were completely seated on his thighs, your arm holding onto his shoulder for support as he gripped your waist and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Look, I was making this for you."

You took a look at the design that he was sketching onto his iPad, a beautiful diamond in the shape of a heart along with a tiny delicate lavender flower right beside it.

"Is this a design for a pendant?"

"Does it look like one?" Hyunjin giggled as he looked back at his work once more.

"A little," you laughed, telling him that it was beautiful nonetheless.

"I made this with the intention to make a ring for you," he explained after a moment.

"I wanted to propose to you again. It's scary how you just decided to wear your wedding dress today. It's almost like I got a confirmation that I was doing the right thing."

"Really?" You turned a little to look into his eyes. He nodded.

"I wanted to give you the proposal of your dreams."

"What makes you think the proposal that night wasn't the proposal of my dreams?"

He should his head with a disappointed sigh.

"I messed up that day, jagiya. I still can't get over how nervous I was, I just ended up embarrassing myself. It's a surprise you agreed to marry me."

"Jinnie," you frowned, taking a hold of his face and making him look at you.

"I married you because I love you. Not because of the way you proposed to me. And that night was one of the best moments of my life. The fact that you wanted to marry me made me the happiest girl in the world."

"I know," he nodded, his eyes trained on your lips as your spoke. He briefly pecked your lips before looking back at his iPad.

"But I've been wanting to make this ring for you for almost a year now. I hope you like the design."

"It's beautiful," you murmured in awe, gazing at the intricate details that he had sketched onto the diamond.

"Like you," he smirked, kissing your shoulder playfully.

"So you'll marry me again, won't you?"

"You don't even need to ask."

"That's even funnier when you know the back story," he whined, referring to the way you were teasing him about the day you agreed to marry him even though he didn't ask you.

"I'll marry you, Hyunjin. I love marrying you."

"I love you, actually."

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Request 9/30 || Stray Kids Masterlist

SKZ Permanent Taglist: @bakugossanity, @jhopesucker, @kitty-kair, @joondiary, @awkwardnesshabitat, @k1ngsnak3

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

wordcount: 2.2k

taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

series masterlist

part one part two

The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]

[bratkook]

rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it. 

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies. 

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed. 

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

[melzula]

Secret Tunnel

sequel to Fire Lilies

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

warnings: lots of fluff, lots of angst, forbidden lovers au

notes: tysm for all the love on fire lilies. I hope you guys enjoy part two! once again, most of this isn’t canon to the series

summary: “Built a path to be together.”

A month has passed since you last saw Zuko, and life in the Southern Water Tribe hasn’t been easy. Your father has been worn thin preparing the nation for battle, planning war tactics and training the troops in combat. Any and all male water benders are sent to the front lines, and all bending among women is now forbidden. Your father says it’s a way to protect you, to prevent the Fire Nation from separating children and mothers, to make them believe that there are no female water benders, but to you it seems as if he’s leaving you completely defenseless. When the men are gone and the women and children remain who will stop the Fire Nation soldiers from raiding your home and burning it to ash?

Guards accompany you no matter where you go now making it impossible to sneak out, and their constant presence reminds you of the dark times that lie ahead for you and your people. Your father will be leaving soon, your bending is forbidden, and your heart longs for Zuko’s comforting presence. What you wouldn’t give to be cozily wrapped up in his warm embrace. Wherever he is and whatever he’s doing now, you hope that he‘s okay and that he hasn’t forgotten about you. Each night before bed you pray to the moon begging the spirit to keep him safe, and it is the only thing that brings you solace during your time of heartbreak.

The village is silent and the air is heavy with tension and anxieties as the men prepare for their early departure tomorrow morning. Many families have turned in early for the night to make the most out of what little time left they have with their loved ones. Downstairs the servants are setting the table for a meal of arctic hen and seaweed noodles, but you don’t plan on accompanying your parents to dinner. Your stomach is too unsettled to hold any food down, and you often find yourself too upset to eat. Instead you stand on your balcony and stare out at the endless sea before you, imagining what it would be like if Zuko were here to enjoy the view with you.

A tiny speck appears in the distance causing you to squint your eyes in an attempt to get a better look, and as the figure grows closer you realize it’s a messenger hawk with the Fire Nation emblem displayed proudly on its breast. Your body is buzzing with joy and excitement as you eagerly untie the scroll from the bird the minute it lands on your balcony. The ribbon that seals the paper closed is quickly tossed aside, and your eyes water at the sight of the familiar handwriting.

“My beloved Princess,

By the time this letter reaches you our people will be hours away from war. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and each day we’re apart only reminds me of how passionately my heart burns for you. I never wanted to leave you, but I wanted to show my respect to your father. I know we are forbidden from one another, but I want to see you. If you wish to see me too then please meet me on the west end of the south pole in three days at night fall. There’s something I want to show you.

Yours always,

Zuko.”

A tearful smile curls upon your lips as you clutch the letter tightly to your chest, whispering a quiet thank you to the moon that begins to rise amongst the stars. Already your mood has improved greatly at the thought of seeing Zuko again, and you don’t hesitate to grab a scroll and calligraphy brush so that you may write back. Your message is quick and simple, it has to be if you want to send it back in time without getting caught: “I can’t wait to see you.”

You securely attach the letter to the messenger hawk before sending it back on it’s way, a hopeful glint in your eyes as you watch your note make its way to your lover. In three days you’ll be reunited with Zuko, and the thought is enough to give you the strength to get through the tough days ahead.

~~~

With the absence of your father as well as the majority of the troops only a few soldiers are left behind to watch over the village and even fewer are left to keep watch over you, thus making it easier for you to climb down your balcony and travel the journey to the west end of the South Pole. The sun is just beginning to set as you weave your way through the hidden corners of your village. You had told your mother and your nursemaid that you were feeling ill and would be resting for the remainder of the night, requesting that you be left undisturbed and unattended. They bought it, and now here you were just moments away from meeting Zuko.

The east end of the South Pole is hidden from the mainland by the mountains and provides the perfect cover for your little secret rendezvous. Zuko already stands waiting, his golden hued eyes widening at the sight of you and his legs immediately stumbling in the snow as he rushes to greet you.

“Y/N!” He exclaims before immediately lifting your figure off the ground in a tight hug. Joyous laughter escapes you as you rest your hands upon his shoulders and allow your forehead to fall against his own. Tearful smiles are exchanged, a subtle blush dusting upon Zuko’s cheeks as you gift him a delicate kunik in appreciation for his presence.

“I was so afraid I’d never be able to see you again,” you admit quietly, hands now moving to rest upon his chest as he sets you back down on your feet.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” Zuko apologizes. “Running off unnoticed to the South Pole isn’t exactly easy, but I’d go to the ends of the earth if it meant I’d get to be with you.”

His confession earns a shy smile in return, and Zuko takes a moment to cup your face in his hands and press a fond kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, Zuko. More than anything. I’m just so afraid of this war tearing us apart.”

“That’s why I wanted you to meet me here today,” admits thoughtfully. “I’ve found a way to make sure no war ever comes between us.”

“You have?”

“I have,” he nods. “Follow me.”

Your gloved hand takes hold of Zuko’s own warm one as he guides you through the snow and towards the mountains in the exact direction you came from. Though you’re a bit confused, you say nothing and follow along until he finally stops in front of what looks to be like a cave.

“A cave?” You question with the tilt of your head. You watch in awe as a flame lights itself in the palm of Zuko’s hand in order to illuminate the entrance.

“At first glance that’s all it is,” Zuko nods, extending his hand towards the entrance and revealing how deep the cave really is. “But if you look closer...”

“A secret tunnel!” You gasp. “How did you find this?”

“Apparently we weren’t the first Fire Nation and Water Tribe couple to be separated,” Zuko smiles faintly. “I went to my Uncle for guidance, and he told me the story of the two forbidden lovers. They were complete opposites, yin and yang, water and fire, but they brought balance to each other. Their love was new and exciting for them, but unnatural in the eyes of their people. They were broken up and ordered never to see each other again.”

“What happened to them?” You ask in awe, eyes widened ever so slightly with intrigued interest at his story. He doesn’t miss the way you clutch anxiously at the sleeve of his robes, smiling ever so slightly at just how innocent and childlike your wonder can be.

“The water bender, Varrick, found this cave. At the pit of it was a body of water that went out to sea. He froze the water then created a sort of tunnel through the ice that led out into the ocean. His best friend was an earth bender, and with his help they created the remaining length of the tunnel to reach the Fire Nation with rocks from the ocean floor- they would be able to withstand the heat of the nearby volcanoes unlike the ice. He built an underwater pathway just to see her.”

“And so with each new moon the lovers would go through the tunnel and meet halfway to be together in secret. This was Varrick and Elza’s tunnel, and now it can be ours.”

“Oh, Zuko,” you utter softly, looking up into his gentle eyes as he takes both of your hands in his own.

“I’m willing to make the journey to see you. We can meet under every full moon, or every half moon, or every night if you’d like. I don’t care as long as I get to be with you.”

“Let’s meet once a week,” you agree with a nod. “I don’t think I can wait for every full moon.”

“Neither can I,” Zuko chuckles softly before leaning down to press a loving kiss to your lips. His arms snake around your waist as you reach up to drape your arms over his shoulders, savoring the feeling of his lips upon yours for as long as you can.

The stars twinkle beautifully in the sky over the two of you as you share a kiss in the entryway of your secret tunnel.

~~~

Another month has passed and the war between your nations still rages on, but it doesn’t stop either of you from meeting each week in the secret tunnel. When the sun sets and the moon begins to rise in the sky, Zuko meets you halfway and greets you with a passionate kiss. You sit and talk for hours, sometimes with Zuko’s head in your lap or your head resting against his shoulder. It is always peaceful and always romantic, and for a minute you can almost forget the war on the outside of your little tunnel.

A knock on your door interrupts you from tying your hair up in the way you know Zuko likes for your rendezvous later that night, and with an impatient sigh do you allow entry into your room. Your mother, worn and tired from the absence of your father, stands in the doorway with a giddy smile on her face.

“Mother?” You prod cautiously. “What is it?”

“Your hand has been asked for in marriage, and I’ve given my blessing!” She cries gleefully, ignorant of the way your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach at her revelation.

“No...”

“Finish getting yourself ready, your fiancé and his family will be coming over for dinner!”

She shuts the door behind her, leaving you to stare blankly at your reflection in the mirror. You’re being married off to someone you don’t know, someone who isn’t Zuko, and your mind isn’t sure how to process the information. Silent tears begin to stream down your face as you finish doing your hair.

You have to see Zuko.

~~~

Zuko finds himself seated amongst the Fire Nation’s top generals, yet his heart is racing with excitement as he agonizingly counts down the minutes until he can see you again. This visit would be different than most because this time he planned to propose. The two of you were much too young to get married, he knew that, and he’d wait how ever long it took until you were ready. But he wanted something that would tie you together no matter how far apart you were, something that showed you just how serious he was about your love, something that assured you you’d be together forever.

But then your life had been threatened, and everything changed.

“Rumor has it there’s still one water bender left in the Souther Water tribe, and many believe it to be their Princess,” one of the generals reported. Zuko’s eyes widened at the mention of you, but he did his best to remain stoic.

“Then we’ll threaten to burn her village to the ground until she surrenders herself as prisoner. And then we shall execute her.”

“You can’t!” Zuko shouted, rising from his seat and effectively startling the men around him. Harsh glances are sent his way as the Prince slowly sinks back down into his seat like a scolded child.

He had spoken out against a war general, and now he was expected to duel in an Agni Kai.

~~~

When you meet in the secret tunnel that night your embraces are frantic and distraught. No words are spoken for a long while as Zuko holds you in his arms, but both of your faces are stained with tears. He pulls away to look at you, delicately brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hands upon your cheeks. He should have been proposing to you right now, he should have felt like the luckiest boy alive. Instead all he felt was fear and dread at the news he was about to give you.

He should have noticed the betrothal necklace delicately wrapped around your neck.

You both open your mouth to speak and deliverer your news at the same exact moment.

“I’ve been challenged to an Agni Kai.”

“I’m engaged.”

*part three

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[soukokuwu]

hi rachel, i love ur work. i was wondering if u could pls write an angst to fluff scenario for ada dazai w a fem s/o. it’s always been a huge fear of mine to get cheated on because my parents never had the best relationship. i was wondering if u could write something about the reader talking w dazai about it and him initially thinking she doesn’t doesn’t trust him because of his past, but it actually being due to hers? sweet ending? tysm and i hope u have a good week !! much love

Dazai Osamu

➥ slight angst to fluff

➥ dazai x reader

➥ word count: 1.7k

➥ a/n: i’m sorry this took a long while, hopefully you’re still here, & i’m sorry to hear about that! my parents don’t have the best relationship either so i hope you’re doing okay 🤍

Your masks & mine

Insecurity kills all that is beautiful.

In this moment, you’ve never felt it to be more true. In this moment, as you look at the man you love, getting googly-eyes from the bartender. In this moment, you feel the fear, the anger, the upset, all creeping up on you. In this moment, even as the man you love has no one in his eyes but you.

It isn’t fair. This isn’t fair to him.

You try to talk yourself into concentrating on the conversation at hand. It’s something about Kunikida forcing Dazai to do things he didn’t feel like again. But even as you try your best, his voice sounds muffled at best. You continue to sip on your wine, your own thoughts eating you up.

Random memories flash across your mind.

That time when Dazai first brought you into the office and introduced you as his girlfriend. The look of shock on everyone’s faces you did not miss. They recovered quickly, but it still worried you.

That time when you were helping him with some paperwork, when he left to go to the restroom and only you and Atsushi were there. The weretiger had asked how you were doing, being with someone as suicidal as he. That wasn’t your concern though, because you already knew how Dazai felt about life and death. No. What concerned you was when Atsushi had so casually remarked on how astonishing it was that Dazai would even find a girlfriend, given his womanising nature.

A bandaged hand waves in front of your face.

Dazai asks if you’re alright, and what other answer is there than “I’m fine”? So you say it anyway, even if it’s an obvious lie.

And there it is again — Dazai believing you. Going back to the previous conversation. Not even so much as an “are you sure?” You know what he’s like — Kunikida and the others have always given his mind praise, even if his work attitude seems to be a total miss. They always mention how he’s able to see through people and their lies, how he’s always one step ahead of everyone else.

Then why? Why, if he truly was able to see through you — and you’re sure he can — why does he leave you be? Does he not care? Did he already know somehow and doesn’t bother to say a thing?

Images of your parents flash in your mind. The fake smiles, the happy charades, the “joyous” moments you thought you would all be able to recreate. You remember your mother smiling through the nights your father didn’t come back. You remember how tirelessly she worked for you, to support you. You remember her coming back after work, all despondent, but putting on an act the moment you came out of your room. But you knew, of course, that she was putting on a mask.

A mask — just like your father did.

When he came back smelling like women’s perfume, and your mother didn’t even question him. When he rarely came back at all sometimes, and she greeted him all the same. When he got angry and told her she didn’t even look like a woman to him anymore. But the moment you came out? There they were again — the masks. Your parents would hug each other and assure you everything was alright, giving each other pecks on the cheeks.

And just like your mother, you ignored the problem. Because you were afraid. Afraid of what might happen if it’s confronted.

But everyone breaks. And so did your family.

The masks never helped — they were but a hindrance. The masks they wore made them unhappy for years, unhappy ever since you were a kid. Those masks, those cursed masks, delayed their happiness.

A mask — just like Dazai always wears.

That thick comedic mask of his. Is there anything else he hides? He’s much more intelligent than you are; even if there is, you certainly wouldn’t be able to tell.

No, no, you convince yourself. He’s not anything like your father, he’s not wishy-washy, especially not when it comes to relationships. If he doesn’t like you, he won’t even bother. You’d be able to tell. So why? Why is the fear still here?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dazai’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. A worried expression is plastered on his face, and only then do you realise you’ve started tearing up. Your mind tries to think up excuses to mask your insecurities — and then you realise it’s you. You’re the one with a mask on this entire time. You’re the one who’s afraid to voice out your feelings. You’re the one not being fair by not being truthful with the man you love.

And you find this laughable. If you truly love him, why are you so afraid?

In a moment of panic, you run out the bar doors, never looking back. Not even when you hear his footsteps hurriedly chase after you, not even when you start to get drenched in the downpour, not even when you hear him yell out for you. You just know you hate yourself in this moment, and that you definitely don’t deserve someone like him. He’s always tried his best to be open with you about everything — his thoughts, his attempts. But you? You hide behind your walls, and then you even try to blame him for not attempting to break them down, when in reality, he’s just trying to give you space in case you feel uncomfortable. You know that. Why do you shield yourself so?

Dazai isn’t the despicable one here, so is it you?

You shut people away, then blame them for not coming close. You yell at the voices in your head to stop, but you’re the one making them. You blame yourself for everything, yet you still do nothing to change it. You —

An embrace from behind steals all the strength from your knees and you buckle to the ground, your wails — and your thoughts — being drowned out by the sound of the cars driving past. You choke out an apology to Dazai for being like this, and your heart aches when you realise he’s not even mad. The tone in his voice is just that of concern; his embrace nothing but warm and comforting. And as you force yourself to turn back and look into his hazelnut eyes, all you see is love.

“Let me take you back, okay?” Dazai tells you, his brown hair sticking to his face in this rain, his smile nothing but genuine as he looks down and waits for you to answer. In that moment, you know he’d do anything for you. Even if it is something this trivial, like squatting in this pouring rain and listening to you rant — he’d do it.

And as you nod, his smile gets a little wider and he presses his lips on your forehead.

“My precious belladonna.”

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You realise then, that your biggest insecurity is that Dazai would view you how you viewed yourself.

Your parents didn’t have the greatest relationship, and you blame yourself for it. And god knows why. But it makes you feel like you ruin relationships, that it’s because of you that they put on those masks in the first place. If you weren’t there, maybe they could’ve been happier sooner. But who can tell? Because what’s happened happened. And you still blame yourself.

But your fears prove redundant, because Dazai doesn’t feel the least bit repulsed that you are feeling insecure over the smallest (in your own words) things.

You spill the beans as soon as you’re both changed out into more comfortable, dry clothes. The heavy downpour caused a power outage, but neither of you cared. In the spill of the moonlight, Dazai holds you in his arms as he listens to you, in a way to shield you from how concerned he looks as he does. He did guess it has to do with your family, but never did he consider that you blame yourself this much.

He regrets not pursuing the matter, not asking you about it. He had assumed you needed time alone to get over it, that maybe it’s something personal you wanted to handle yourself. And so he tries his best to really listen to you tonight.

Dazai doesn’t understand, no matter how hard he tries. He doesn’t understand how it feels like to miss a happy family. His life has been enshrouded in darkness since he can remember. At least, until he joined the agency, where the light started peeking into his abyss. And it got even stronger the moment he met you.

There is one thing he understands, though.

When you say you ruin everything you touch. Every relationship, you ruin it. Even if you don’t mean to. And you lose people because you just aren’t enough. It reminds Dazai of someone who was once dear to him, but he shrugs the feeling away. Now, in this moment, he needs to be there for you, to be strong for you. And he smiles thinking of the reason — because he loves you.

This mask, the one he wears this time, the strong front he puts on — this one's for you.

“My lovely belladonna,” he whispers in your ear once you’re finished. You look up at him once more, and it’s like there’s even more love in his brown orbs. “I promise you, I will never do anything like that to you. I will always be honest with you, because I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

It’s true, because you’re different from other people. Not that Dazai is going to pour his feelings out and explain it to you, because it doesn’t come naturally to him, but a fire is burning within him; a strong desire to make sure you know you’re loved, and that he’d always try to make you happy.

Your masks have finally come off, and Dazai can see the relief in your eyes as they do. He presses his forehead against yours, and gazes at you, praying that you can feel his sincerity in his words.

“I’m sure your parents never blamed you for anything, and that you’re actually the light of their life, the one regret they never had, because I feel the same,” he assures you, his voice low and steady. “I love you, and I will put everything I have into never letting you down, for the rest of my life.”

“The rest of your life?”

You can hardly believe it. Dazai hardly makes promises about anything, let alone anything to do with the future. And yet here he is, putting his all into making sure you wouldn’t feel like this anymore.

“The rest of my life.”

And he does.

tags: @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes

[lilac-sweet-giggles]

Shoulder to Lean on (BNHA Todoroki and Deku)

A/N: OMG tysm for your patience! Took me so long to have the steam for writing again, I was in a long block for a bit TwT

Hope you like it!!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Description: Todo needs a bit of cheering up from some news he got on the phone, so Deku to the rescue!

Word Count: (1090)

It was a Sunday night, Midoriya was just finished with his training when he saw a familiar friend walking to the elevator of the dorms. It was Todoroki, who seemed to be steamed out. Wanting to make sure he was alright, he goes to the elevator as well to catch up with the candy cane-ed friend. Getting to the floor destination, he goes over to Todoroki’s dorm and gives it a gentle knock, “Todoroki-kun….?” he could hear some rumbles in the room and hear the door unlock, giving him the green light to go in.

The green bean walks in and sees Todoroki getting his bed ready, seems like he was done for the night, “Hey Midoriya.” the taller student exhausted and somewhat annoyed in his tone of voice. After setting his bed up, Midoriya immediately sits on the bed to stop the others' process of tending to night time.

“You know dinners being made at the moment right, don't you wanna eat first?” He asked the other student, to which Todoroki shrugs and sits next to him. He placed his phone away from him and on the side of the bed, “Not really feeling hungry, but you can go eat if you wanna.” Deku tilted his head like a confused puppy, the only time Shoto would be like this if it was a long day of school work or him talking to the “E” word that was his dad. He goes and crawls behind the other as he hugs him from behind, the friend leaning back into him and sighing in frustration.

“You don't need to tell me now, but you seem to be in a bit of a pit of a bad mood.” Deku’s arms were around Todoroki’s torso as they were under his arms, Shoto’s hands feeling Deku’s arms to reassure him he's alright. Deku didn’t wanna push his friend to talk, seeing that Todo responds in affection and not words. Affection….

That’s when plan B finally came into consideration, his fingers curled into todo’s sides to which he flinched, “We’ve known each other for a while so if you dont wanna talk now, I can at least lighten the mood.” As on command, Todo’s ears became a shade of pink and a snort slipped. He attempts to shimmy and slide away from Midoriya, but it only resulted in him laying on his back and his head now being in his friend’s lap.

“M-Midoriyahahaha-” His legs go and weakly kick out as fingers spider along his sides and neck, causing himself to scrunch up, Midoriya smiling at the calm yet joyous giggles.

“Aw, glad you're letting me try plan B!” For a guy that seems all serious, who knew he would end up liking this comforting affection. Due to his vague childhood memories, Shoto has never really experienced or remember ever being tickled, but thanks to Midoriya’s kindness and closeness he could now know the missing experience of all he was enduring right now.

“Cuhuhuhut it out, hahahaha!!” the sneaky fingers tried to crawl delicately and teasingly from his scrunched up neck to his now reddened ears, to which he shakes his head and rocks back and forth in Midoriya’s lap.

“What's the fun in that? It's more fun to relax by laughing and smiling anyway!” Shoto could see that smile look down at his giggling figure,causing himself to squeak and cover his face with his hands.

“Coochie coochie coo! Who's a sweet, ticklish Hero?” he got the lee in the situation to laugh some more, teasing wasn't really Deku’s strong suit but Todo didn't really mind the attempts he made. The icyhot student was still new to all of this so he got a pass. His fingers strike for Todo’s underarms next as he seems to be off guard with the teasing attempts he made.

“Hahahahahahaha!! Yohohohou are!”

“Pfff, subtract me from the equation, you're supposed to say ‘me’!” though his arms clamped down to his own sides, midoriya was able to get his fingers into the crevices of his underarms

From this they discovered that he's quite sensitive mostly on the upper half of himself along with, ironically, his left side being the most sensitive. His neck, sides, underarms, back and ears are some spots that would be striked at first, but they weren't his most sensitive.

“Shooo-chaaan, Imma getcha~” right on cue, Deku takes the flustered bean’s left hand and quickly blows a raspberry into the palm of his hand and that's when he went absolutely bonkers, thrashing as he forgets to cover his smiling mouth. He gave a few more raspberries and a gentle kiss on the center where the raspberries would be blown on afterwards, hiccup giggles being the only thing Shoto could conjure up and gentle whines.

“Hehehe…..ok ok, i wanna talk…..” with that midoriya stops the rough tickles and just traces his fingers in small gentle circles along his cheek to keep him in a giggly mood”

“My father is coming to class tomorrow for a small lecture…” Ah shit, no wonder Shoto looked annoyed when he saw him walking in

“Ah, I’m sorry, it's just for one class though right?” Todo shrugs, nodding his head

“Yeah, still, it's on a Monday too so…” Midoriya chuckles a little and gives a peck on the forehead

“Well at least it's a one class thing, we can stick with you throughout the day to comfort you even go to the rooftops to eat lunch like Uraraka suggested. What do you think, Tickle-roki?” He asked as he boops both sides of his belly with his index fingers, causing todo to laugh some more and leading to a relaxed smile

“That wouldn't be a bad idea, sure.”

“Alrighty then it's a group lunch date!” Midoriya cheers as he hugs the figure that sat up finally, Todoroki chuckling and returning the hug

“Hey Midoriya?” The green bean looks up to see the rare soft smile he had, softly blushing as he returned the kiss to Midoriya on the forehead,“Thanks for cheering me up, I needed that.” The freckled green bean smiles brightly as he gave a reassuring squeeze, “Once in a while we need a shoulder to lean on” Deku got to his feet, extending his arm for the other student to grab, “Now come on, before we miss dinner-” to which Shoto held onto and got up from his spot on his floor mat bed, leaving his phone behind to go and be with the friends he enjoyed in his presence.

Tagged:

@im-kinda-stupidd

[azxmii]

>christmas carols<

alright- so I think this turned out pretty good!! it didn’t take me long at all to finish this so im hoping that it all turned out okay! This is Day 4 of the 12 Days of Cheer collab! I hope you all enjoy!!

wc: 1.1k :0

TYSM to my amazing betareader- @lcnelyinthesky​!!!!

Spending quarantine/the lockdown with your boyfriend was both a blessing and a curse. While you were both lucky to be able to spend it together, it also meant you weren’t able to see your family or your friends. Usually, you were able to push that thought out of your mind, but now that it was the holiday season, your hopes for a normal Christmas were crashing down around you. You weren’t going to be able to go home for the holidays. There would be no fighting over cookies with your siblings, no putting up Christmas lights, no late nights in front of the fireplace. You wouldn’t have to race down at the crack of dawn to get to the breakfast spread first, snowball fights had been a rare occurrence this year, and there would be no tussles to see who would get to open their stocking first.

Christmas had always been something that had brought your family together, your parents would take the week off and spend it with you and your siblings. You’d spend your days running in the snow with your siblings, and most nights out looking at the different light displays. Spending time cozied up next to the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa, watching classic Christmas movies. Being able to see your younger siblings’ faces light up with joy as they open their gifts Christmas morning. The fact that this will be the first year where you won’t be able to make those memories made your heart hurt. 

“-abe- babe-” Blinking you notice Rin crouched in front of you, a worried look on his face. As you start to move, his worried look relaxes into a soft smile, “I was really worried for a second babe, you looked like you were about to start crying.” He brushes some hair off of your forehead, “now, what’s got you feeling all down during this joyous time?”

Taking a deep breath, you explain why you’re feeling so down, how you were hoping for things to have gotten normal enough that you’d be able to travel back home and see your family for Christmas. How this was your first Christmas without your parents, without the traditions you grew to expect for the season. How this whole pandemic made the holiday season feel so wrong, how it didn’t feel like Christmas to you. Tears start to creep into the corners of your eyes, but as quick as they came, Rin was there to wipe them away. He stood up suddenly and almost ran to your shared room. A couple of minutes later he was running back with what looked like,,, your Bluetooth speaker, his phone, and 2 Santa hats? What was your boyfriend up to?

“Babe,” he says, his voice super serious, surprising you, “close your eyes for a second.” As you close your eyes he changes his statement, “Maybe a minute or two,  uh- I’ll just tell you when to open them.”  As you close your eyes you hear sounds of furniture being moved, a little bit of music playing, and then you feel a weight on your head. “Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

 As you open your eyes, you notice first that the weight on your head was one of the Santa hats Rin brought in, then you take in the living space. All the furniture had been pushed against the wall, leaving a wide-open space in the middle of your apartment. As you take in the room, you notice Rin is standing in front of you with his hand extended for you to take. You take his hand, and he pulls you up from where you were sitting, pulling you close into his chest. As you start to ask what is going on, music starts playing from the speaker he set up.

“Now, let it all go, baby,” he says smiling. 

-The Snow’s Coming down-

At the first lyric you realize what song this is, Michael Buble, “Baby Please Come Home”. A song that always brings a smile to your face. You told Rin this back when you started dating, who would’ve thought he would remember such a trivial fact. 

-I’m watching it fall- -Lots of people around-

-Baby, please come home-

A laugh bubbles out of you, seeing Rin start dancing like there’s no one watching, spinning you around and mouthing the lyrics, attempting to get a reaction out of you. 

-The church bells in town-

-All ringing in song-

-Full of happy sounds-

-Baby, please come home-

What came next was not at all what you were expecting, Rin started singing to you, and he actually sounded really good!

“They’re singing Deck the Halls,” he grabs your hands again, “But it’s not like Christmas at all,” he spins you around, “I remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year,” he holds you close, resting his chin on your head.

-Pretty lights on the tree-

-I’m watching them shine-

-You should be here with me-

-Baby please come home-

At the repeat of the chorus, he leans your head up so you’re making eye contact with him, “They’re singing Deck the Halls, Not like Christmas at all, I remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year,” he presses a kiss to your lips, a soft smile making its way onto your face. And then it was your turn to shock Rin as you began to sing the next part.

“Oh if there was a way, I’d hold back these tears, oh, but it’s Christmas day~” As you sing, you see a toothy smile break across Rin’s face, and grabs you in a bear hug and spins you around again.

-Please, please, please, please, please, please-

-Oh come home-

You both stop singing but the song is still on in the background, but you feel so loved by your boyfriend. 

-I gotta have you-

-You know I need you-

He did so much for you, trying to help you cheer up during this season that has made you so sad, tears start to well up again.

-Oh Love, oh love-

“Hey, hey, no more tears babe, please,” Rin says as he starts to wipe away the tears on your face.

-I gotta have you-

-I said na na na na na-

-It’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, yeah-

“Thank you, my love,” you say as you take his face in your hands, “ I am so lucky to have you.” The song ends but the two of you are wrapped up in your own little world, in which you spend the rest of the day just smiling and sharing quick kisses. 

Taglist: @sunnysuzuya​ @yamaguchi-stan​ @bakabrxt​ @nikki--han​

[l1ana]

Dating Peter Parker while being Eddies' younger sister would include...

Dedicated to @gaynessnyoom for giving me this idea tysm bb

———

You had moved in with Eddie, claiming that you needed a place to crash at for some time

Which was odd since you were in college

Whatever, Eddie loved you with his entire being. Obviously, he let you in without hesitation

To be quite frank, he was getting tired of being alone accompanied with a blood hungy parasite every day

You staying at his place clearly made days much more brighter

You both loved exchanging stories about one another during your time apart and laughed it up

When Venom came into the picture, things didn't really change much besides you and him having constant arguments on which sort of sweets were better

Venom made an oath at the moment he saw you to protect you from whatever harm may come your way with the same amount of force that he protects Eddie with

They both loved you like a daughter — In spite of Eddie being your older brother

Your pictures of different monuments and various attractions served as good fuel for his career

Photography was your more proficient skill

One day while you were walking around the city, snapping a few pics, you saw it— Or rather, him

Spider-man, the hero of Queens

Lounging in an alleyway, sat in a hammock made of spiderwebs with a pair of headphones on

His red and blue color pallet immediately caught your eyes and you took a picture with no second thoughts

While you were fawning over catching a picture of someone so famous, the camera flash had caused the spandex-attired male to turn in your direction

Oh dear how he felt his heartbeat speed up three times than usual

Good lord you were a goddess in his eyes

He was stammering and tripping over his own words, unable to get anything out

There goes his spiderman charm

“So you're the real deal, huh?” You asked, stepping into the alleyway while looking up at him

“M-mhm, yup. In the flesh— whoa!” He stood up in his hammock but immediately lost balance, slipping and falling into the dumpster besides you. His head popped up from the pile of garbage bags

“More like in the spandex...” A gag came from your lips. “...And rotten foods.” You giggled, plucking a half-eaten banana from off his head

‘Im in love’ He thought then and there

From that point on, a beautiful relationship formed between you and Spiderman, the both of you meeting up in secluded areas of the city and exchanging joyous words every day

The time you and his geeky self -aka Peter Parker- met up was when you and Eddie paid a visit to the Bugle, in search for some juicy news to cover and report on

Peter had intentionally bumped into you in hopes to start up any sort of small talk. It was then that he found out that you wanted to dig deeper into Spidermans background and find out more about him

He promised to take you out, claiming that he had some “interesting spots that Spiderman likes to hang out at”

Of course, you took his words and set off with him

Eddie and Venom were definitely cautious of Peter

‘We should bite his head off.’ “Venom, no.” ‘What if he takes advantage of her?’ “He seems like a nice guy. Besides, [Name] can take care of herself.” ‘He's checking her out, Eddie.’ “...” ‘Exactly.’

Eddie sighed, speaking up to call your name. “Hey, uh, [Name],” You whipped your head around, grabbing Peters hand to stop him from walking off without you. “Yeah? What's up?” Eddie sighed again, probably anticipating you to feel offense to what he said: “I know that you're, uh, grown and all but... Y'know, be safe out there. Don't wander into the unknown, kay?” But instead you laughed at him in the most innocent way possible. “Don't worry, don't worry. I can stand my own.” And smiled so brightly it made his worries wash away.

And just like that, you were gone

‘We should follow them’ “Can you not? I'd like to respect her privacy as a grown woman, thank you very much.”

Sightseeing new places was definetly checked off of your bucket list

Peter practically dragged you everywhere he found to be a great site for dates

Yes, he was trying to find a way to turn this into a date

And yes, he was worried on whether you'd catch on to it or not

Most of the places he went to, he was commonly known in

“Hey Peter, who's the lucky girl?”

Que the blushing nerd

“She's, uh, new in town. I'm just taking her to some places Spiderman likes to stop by to. A-also, we're just aqquantices.”

“Haha, yeah. Well try not to confuse where the line ends at, okay?”

You and him were pretty much already talked about to be a couple

It was extremely embarassing for Peter, whilst you displayed no problem with what they were saying

Soon enough, you earned a spot in the Bugle as a worker, right in the same position as Peter

“[Name]? Wh-what are you-” “Guess who found a new job?~” He swore his heartbeat could be heard from miles away

You and Peter poking fun at one another

When he first grew the balls and finally asked you on a date, your affirmation had him absolutely ecstatic

Him taking you to one of the places he told you that his alter-ego liked to hang out at, which to say was spotted at a high-up place where you could see the city sparkle beautifully

“D-dude... This is awesome...!” “Not as awesome as you.” Peter would whisper under his breath, to which you'd clocked your head round and ask him to repeat what he said. “Nothing.” He replied with a sweat

A devious grin grew on your face. “Peeeeeettteeerr~” You sang. At that moment, the brunet knew he was screwed. “You like me don't you?”

Welp

Time to jump off the building and hopefully land into another dumpster ans roll away never to be seen again

“I-I-I mean, well, I guess if you mean by having a strong sense of attraction towards you then... M-maybe I...” “Awww, you totally do~” You have him a quick peck on the lips, then ruffling his hair. “Well, I like you more so don't start thinking that I don't!” Poor boy fainted on the spot

Eddie and Venom getting a tad bit worried of you whenever you claimed you were going out late at night

‘Where is she going?’ “To mind her own business, much like you should be doing.”

Most of the time when you did do so, you'd be skipping to Peters apartment

q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶t̶e̶ a̶r̶e̶ a̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶, l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ 1̶9̶s̶

Whenever Eddie heard you enter the apartment at such a late time at night, he'd just start fearing that you would walk right back out

He loved you so much and really didn't want to see you leave his life again

The concern on his face when he'd found out you brought your own appartment room had mortified you

“You're honestly... Gonna go?”

“Oh chill out Ed. I'm just down the street, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen to your little sister so quit whining.” You'd reassure with a light kiss on his forehead. “You too, Venom. I know you're worried about me and as flattering as that is I'd appreciate it if you saw me capable to take care of myself, thanks.”

Of course, you paid visits to them every now and then just so that neither would get this feeling of loneliness again

Peter helped spruce up your apartment room with some of his own decor

“You sure this okay?” “Of course, I've always wanted a part of me inside you—” He mentally slapped himself to stop something he knew was inevitable. “I-I-I mean, like, I uh.... I...”

Quick and steamy makeout sessions to stop his stammering

Very gentle™ when having sex

Like, neither of you are virgins and are aware of what goes on during intercourse but still

Also, he made sure to put a condom on so dw

Remember kids: You can't make love without a glove

Don't be a fool, cover your tool

Don't be silly and wrap your willy-

You loved running your fingers into his hair w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ because of how soft and curly they were

Apparently he was sensitive to you tugging his hair cuz the moment you did he was melting into your body

G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ P̶a̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ a̶ s̶u̶b̶?

Eddie would drop by your job sometimes just to check in on you, and would usually catch you in mid-talk with Peter

‘Is this the guy she's been going out late at night with?' “Can you at least try to be supportive of her decisions?” ‘You're worried for her... WE'RE worried for her.’

He always came in unnoticed and left unnoticed, much to his relief because he didn't want to seem like a stalker in your eyes

When you finally decided to let both Eddie and Venom into your house, they had devoured a quarter of your food that was meant to be for Peter for tomorrows dinner

Not like you told him that you and Peter were a thing

“We're sorry for eating all your food...” “It's okay. I understand. We all get hungry sometimes.”

Later that same night after Peter dropped by, you both setteled for pizza with a side of takeout

“So do I wanna know about the how, where and why a majority of your food is gone?”

“No,” You took a bite of your pizza “No you do not.”

Romcoms were tonights theme

“Do you think we'll ever be like those guys on TV?” “Peter, we're even better than them.”

Smothering him in smooches whenever he's feeling down

Lots of snuggles

Always coming through the fire escape part of his apartment and greeting him from there

Too bad big brother Venom and Eddie were stalking you

“When were you going to tell us about your male companion?” A familiar voice asked as you unlocked your apartment door and walked in, the lights clicking on

Oh fuck

Okay I've reached the limit, time to make a part 2

[myheroaizawashota]

Hi!! Me again! Can you do a request where Asui finds out that Aizawas daughter is best friends with her little sister, Satsuki? It can be an Aizawa x daughter!reader. Maybe Satauki and the reader have met through elementary school? Tysm!

[welcome back friend! Haha I can absolutely do another dadzawa request! I never get tired of my handsome man being a loving father!]

It was nearing the end of the school day for the worlds most prestigious hero academy and the 1-A teacher of twenty couldn’t be anymore eager to leave. While running on a lack of sleep had become habit for the day time teacher night time pro hero, he still couldn’t help the overwhelming exhaustion that consumed him as he did his best to keep consciousness. Turns out sleeping with a six year old’s feet pressed into your spine doesn’t make for a good nights sleep...nor does sleeping on a mattress built for one grade school child. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, the enervated teacher leant his head to the side, releasing his breath as his neck cracked. While he knew leaving school would not be the end of his day, he was eager to leave none the less. He was drained of energy with a laundry list of chores to accomplish before the days end, the quicker he could get out of here and complete them the closer he’d be to resting. Trying to occupy his time by grading some papers, the barely awake teacher stopped when the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. Listlessly he let his fingers spider their way down his pant leg, fishing the vibrating brick of wires and plastic out of his pocket humming at the caller ID. With no hesitation the typically stoic educator swiped to accept the phone call, he placing the phone to his ear. “What?”

“Don’t you sound joyous as ever my love” a voice chuckled in response, the sound coming through the speaker of his phone.

Aizawa couldn’t help the smile that viciously pulled at the corners of his mouth refusing to be flattened out or taken control of. He gave a hum, dropping the pencil in his free hand, body leaning back in his chair as his wrist rubbed against his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take my day out on you. I assume you’re calling to tell me you’ve picked up Y/N?”

The voice on the other end of his phone laughed, the sound fluttering the man’s chest. He loved the sound of that laughter, it was one of the only sounds he didn’t mind. “Yup, I’ve got cranky pants here with me! Looks like she’s taking after daddy today, she’s got a pout to match yours”

Giving a hum, he couldn’t help but feel bad for his daughter. “I assume Guppy is still missing then?”

Guppy was the small kitten stuffed animal, the erasure hero had bought for his daughter nearly four years ago. There was no way to even remotely go about replacing the thing and ever since it’d been lost three days ago, the hardly sleeping teacher of twenty father of one had been lassoed into replacing the small stuffed animal in his daughters bed. It was getting tiring. While he loved his daughter to the ends of the world and back, he needed to sleep in his own bed and get a few hours of rest. It broke his heart to hear his daughters distress in the distance of the phone call. “We’re never gonna find him.....” you whimper out, tears strolling down your face. “When is daddy coming home...”

The sound of those tears broke his heart, he was a man of vacant emotions but two things were sure to always catch his heart. You and your mother. Sighing softly, aizawa began to gather his papers, his eyes fixed on the clock as office hours quickly began to run out. Only five more minutes and he could leave...clearing his throat the usually uninterested teacher let his voice grow soft as he now talked to address the child who he assumed would be able to hear him. “I’m leaving in a few minutes kitten. I have to stop somewhere before I come home, I won’t be long. Behave for your mother, help her make dinner tonight?”

Your arms crossed as your lips settled into a firm pout, huffing at your father’s response. You didn’t want to wait for him to come home, you wanted him now. It was the only thing that came close to filling the feelings the loss of you’re beloved toy cat left. Wanting to deny your father’s request, you knew he’d only be upset so you gave a fuss in response. “I guess....daddy I miss Guppy...”

The ordinarily stone cold hero gave a sigh, his heart twinging at the sound of your little voice hurting. “I know kitten, I know....were trying to find him..”

With two minutes remaining to his office hours, the desperate to leave teacher made his way for the door. It was two minutes, no one would come looking for him. Intending to leave, Aizawa reached for the door, hand stopping when the divider slid open on its own. No no....of course. “Office hours are over, I’m sorry Asui but if you have a question you can ask tomorrow.”

“Well this isn’t so much of a question as it is me dropping off something -ribbit-“

While all of his instincts wanted to dismiss the student and tell her to come back another time, the mentor and hero in him decided to let her speak her mind. With a shaking sigh, your father’s voice came back over the phone once more “I have to go, I’ll see you later.” Before hanging up. You weren’t upset by your father’s abrupt end to the call, but you still were upset about your toy.

Palm rubbing against the side of his face, aizawa looked down at the green haired student in front of him, brow raised as he waited for her next move. “Well, what did you need to give me?”

Allowing her bag to slide off her shoulder, she undid the front pouch, digging for a moment before pulling out a tattered tabby cat with three missing whiskers and a red faux leather collar that had began to peel and tear around the stuffed animals neck. “How did you get this?...” the teacher asked, eyes widening as his student happily passed the toy along.

“It was left at my house. I didn’t know you had a daughter Mr. Aizawa...turns out y/n and my younger sister Satsuki are best friends” the frog like girl smiled, her tongue slipping past her lips as she gave a satisfied croak. “We found it last night when we were cleaning the room. It fell under my sisters bed, that must of been how your daughter forgot it”

Floored by the news, the habitually emotionless pro didn’t know how to answer this. He never thought his students would find out about his home life. He was generally pretty good at separating his professional life from personal life. Clearing his throat, aizawa gently rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “Well I don’t like too many people to know about my wife and Y/N...”

Asui could understand, being a pro hero is a risky job when you have a family. The pro in training could comprehend her sensi’s reluctance to share his personal life. “Don’t worry Mr. Aizawa...your secret is safe with me. Satsuki really loves hanging out with Y/N -ribbit-. I’ll make sure no one else knows” she smiled slipping her bag back over her shoulders.

Still confused by his students knowledge he couldn’t help but question her as they walked down the hall. “How did you find out about Y/N?...”

Pressing the pad of her index finger against her lip she gave a soft ribbit “well, the tag on the cats collar said if lost return to Y/N Aizawa.....that and my mom said you stopped by the other day. When I asked if it was for me she said you were there to pick Satsuki’s friend up” she laughed, walking off in her own direction. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class Mr.Aizawa...tell your daughter my sister says hi!”

Relief flooded over the man, as he looked the cat over in his hands. His luck, only his daughter would make friends with his students siblings. He only hoped some of his more problematic students didn’t have siblings. Shuttering at the thought, he shoving the stuffed critter in his own bag before sulking off on his own way. One thing was for certain. He couldn’t wait to get home and give you Guppy back. Just picturing the look on your face was enough to make him grin, he loved you....but he was glad he’d be sleeping in his own bed tonight. He debated kicking his wife out so he could get some true quality sleep, but he figured he’d be nice. Hand reaching for his phone once more he dialed his wife’s number back, happy to hear your voice answer instead. “Hey kitten, I wanted to let your mother know I’m leaving work now. I got stopped last minute by a student, but I have a surprise for you when I get home.....I think you’ll like it quite a bit.....no I will not tell you. You can wait until I get home...I see you get your impatience from your mother.”

[aticklishtem]

How Not to Meditate

((New year and back on my bullshit :D so this is inspired by these beautiful arts by the wonderful @fluffymary​ for her Cuphead tickling AU, which continues to water my crops and clear my skin. tysm friend, I hope I did it justice!! <33 ))

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Beppi was not about to lose this.

He’d been flawlessly mimicking Djimmi all day in their game of ‘anything you can do I can do better’, down to the grand sweep of his hand as he levitated something to him (Beppi just had a couple balloon dogs float it over), his deep baritone and the old-timey rhyme-y way he talked. It was a matter of clown pride – one did not simply lose prank wars, even if that meant undertaking the two most devilishly difficult tasks ever: being quiet and sitting still.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he’d been perched on that stool – minutes, hours, days? – balancing with his legs crossed and eyes closed to “focus the mind”, or so Djimmi claimed. He had to be plenty focused by now, but every time Beppi snuck a glance he was still floating there, seemingly in a state of total tranquility, not looking like he planned to move any time soon. This was torture - Beppi’s nose itched, his butt was asleep and the silence went on for so long he was positive his head was going to explode from boredom. Would that count as making a noise? He almost asked Djimmi, but then remembered –

“Hey, Beppi, Djimmi!” A familiar, cheerful voice interrupted his ponderings, and Beppi deflated a little in frustration – normally, of course, he’d be more than happy to greet a pair of friendly mugs, but today was the opposite of normal. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Cup, sssh,” came a slightly quieter one. “I think they’re meditating. You’re supposed to keep real quiet. It’s relaxing.”

“Huh? No kidding!” Beppi could just hear the size of Cuphead’s mischievous grin, and he knew his predicament wasn’t about to get any easier. “Beppi, quiet? This is gonna be better than any of his acts!” – ouch, Beppi mentally clutched his heart, that was uncalled for – “Betcha two coins he’ll break any second now.”

“Don’t be mean!” Mugman scolded his brother, though not terribly convincingly as Beppi felt them both sidle closer, one on either side of him. “It must be tough on the poor fella, having to concentrate so hard. He’s not even allowed to laugh…”

“Heeeeyyy, Beps.” Cuphead leaned against his thigh, elbow digging in a little as Beppi felt his lips start to twitch. “You doing okay there? That stool looks a little wobbly – I sure hope you’re not gonna fall...”

“Gee, I never saw a clown look so serious before,” Mugman joined in, resting a hand on Beppi’s knee in mock concern. His fingers started to drum a light, teasing rhythm, every tap stirring butterflies of anticipation that threatened to flutter out into giggles. This was so completely unfair, Djimmi was playing dirty, enlisting extra tormentors. He’d get them all back good later. “Maybe he forgot how to smile? Think we oughta help him?”

“Hey, Mug, watch this.” Not daring to open his eyes for fear of cracking – ha, cracking, cups – wait, no jokes, he couldn’t be foiled by his own hilariousness! – Beppi felt Cuphead tugging at his hat. Oh no, those little rascals, they wouldn’t dare…

The deadly tickly tip of his own peacock feather assaulted his defenseless nose, making Beppi exhale hard, twisting and scrunching his face up every which way like he had a mouthful of sourballs in a vain attempt to evade it. He was putting on quite the show, if Mugman’s giggles – which were definitely not helping – were anything to go by.

“Damn, I was hoping he’d sneeze confetti again.” (That was a good one, if Beppi thought it himself.)

“Let me try!”

Beppi could only guess Mugman had grabbed the feather from the way it fluttered torturously back and forth over his neck; he had to press his lips together hard, barely managing to squash the squeal. He wanted to squirm away so bad – but if he could hold out just a little longer, maybe they’d get bored...

“He squeaked! I heard it!” Cuphead exclaimed with sadistic glee, before hopping right up onto Beppi’s lap, making them wobble dangerously as he repeatedly poked his cheek. “C’mooon, where’s the big ol’ goofy Beppi grin? It can’t hide from us forever!”

“Oh, I know! First to find the giggle button wins!”

Beppi knew he was a goner from ‘giggle button’; he had no hope of keeping a straight face when they both attacked, sixteen wicked little fingers finding every weak spot (of which there were many). Snickers started spilling out when someone pinched around his trembling tummy – he was pretty sure that was Mugman, because Cuphead was a lot rougher, prodding along his ribs like he was typing a particularly urgent telegram. Despite shaking with not-quite-silent mirth, he was still just about holding his pose up until a finger wiggled viciously into that spot between his ribs and underarm.

He let out a squawk like a strangled chicken, jerking too violently to maintain his balance and finally sending the three of them tumbling spectacularly off the stool. Instead of hitting the floor as the cups jumped off of him, however, Beppi found himself cradled in a pair of familiar beefy arms.

“What a pity, such a shame,” Djimmi murmured, eyes twinkling with affection and amusement before he moved his hands to clasp Beppi’s wrists, rendering him helpless. “The ticklish clown just lost this game.”

“N-now hold your Charlies a sec,” Beppi protested, a feeling of utter joyous doom swelling in his heart as he struggled ineffectively in Djimmi’s tender grip, Cuphead and Mugman smirking menacingly at him. “This game was never fahahahair nononono not there!”

But as they pounced, all his suppressed giggles and snorts and squeals finally filling the air with joy again, Beppi thought he might not be such a sore loser after all.