#haha jk im lying

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they both wore layers in summer i mean cmon

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some doodles

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nctzens are so unserious istg

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for context this is for like a subscriber special thing for my yt channel lol (subscribe.) but like IM SERIOUSWDSLDYE LAUGHING PLS

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch9

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

Before Jungkook enlists in the military, his life takes an unexpected turn when he visits a local restaurant with friends and meets a waitress who doesn’t recognize him. Surprised by your lack of star-struck reaction, Jungkook finds himself drawn to your down-to-earth nature, especially his previous struggles with the pressure of constant drama on social media regarding his relationships. Little do you know, Jungkook is about to leave for the military, which inevitably bring’s complications to their connection… do they find a way to fix it?

warnings: SMUT! profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity, smut, m!masturbation, jungkooks prince charming live look ! mentions of military service :(, he pulls a dick move and hes selfish ngl. silly dramatic nari as always :) bts involved in this one yall. jungkook is really into oc its so sweet :( we get an insight of jungkooks pov for this oke guys:)

smut warnings: m!masturbation, detailed description of what he imagines, edging, he imagines fucking oc raw.

wc: idk guys sorry i aint checking HAHA

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020

a/n: can someone tell me if wc is important? or if theres any quick way of checking lmao. anyways! they will fuck soon i promise 😔😔 but i need that extra tension. AS ALWAYS TY FOR READING MY LOVES AND CMNT WHAT U THINK !! also i genuinely hate writing fics where theres like the whole of bts, its so confusing so im sorry if this is shit (specifically when they come into play)

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The second Nari picks up the call, you regret it.

“Don’t tell me—” She cuts herself off, then gasps. “Oh my God.”

You frown, shifting under your blanket. “What?”

“You’re calling me first thing in the morning,” she accuses. “That means something happened. Something.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s a reach.”

“No, it’s called knowing you,” she retorts. “And you sound weird.”

You pause. “Weird how?”

“I don’t know. Suspicious. Like you’re hiding something.”

Your stomach twists. “I’m not.”

Nari hums. “Okay. So you’re telling me nothing happened after I left?”

You freeze.

She gasps so loudly you nearly drop your phone.

“NO FUCKING WAY.”

You wince. “Nari—”

“You’re telling me I left you alone with Jeon Jungkook and something happened?!”

You grip your blanket tighter. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you didn’t deny it!” She shrieks. “WHAT HAPPENED?”

You hesitate, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “Nothing crazy—”

She gasps again. “OH MY GOD. DID YOU FINALLY KISS?!”

Your breath hitches.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU KISSED.”

“Nari, please—”

“NO, DON’T ‘NARI’ ME. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I WENT HOME THINKING YOU TWO JUST HAD A FUN LITTLE DRINKING SESSION AND MEANWHILE YOU WERE OUT HERE—” She stops. Then gasps again. “WAIT.”

Your stomach flips.

“DID HE SLEEP OVER?”

You freeze.

“NO.” Nari’s voice drops an octave. “No fucking way. You’re lying. You have to be lying.”

You press your lips together.

“HE STAYED OVER?!”

You groan, flopping back onto your pillow. “Nari—”

“I CAN’T BREATHE.” She’s full-on wheezing. “JEON JUNGKOOK STAYED OVER AT YOUR APARTMENT AND I HAD NO IDEA?”

“You were gone!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!”

“You were gone! And i didn’t wanna disrupt your beauty sleep, you would’ve shouted at me over the phone!” you repeat, exasperated.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” She takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I’m okay.”

You don’t believe her.

“…Did you…cuddle?”

You want to hang up the phone.

Your silence makes Nari gasp dramatically again.

“YOU FUCKING CUDDLED?!”

“Okay, chill,” you groan, rubbing your temple. “Can I talk now?”

“Oh, please do. I’m dying over here.”

You exhale, sinking into your pillow. “I don’t even know how it happened,” you mumble. “Like, I just… I fell asleep after i showered. And at some point, I felt him move, like—adjusting me or something. And then next thing I know, I wake up, and I’m like face to face with him.”

Nari gasps again. “Like REAL CLOSE?! Chest to chest?!”

You make a strangled noise. “Yes, Nari.”

“Oh my God.” She sounds like she might pass out. “And he let you stay there?”

“…I- he pulled me on top of him, actually.”

A scream. A full-blown, ear-shattering scream.

“Nari, what the fuck?!”

“I CAN’T HELP IT!” she yells. “HE PULLED YOU ON HIS LAP?”

You sigh. “I guess?”

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD—”

“Okay, but that’s not the point,” you say quickly before she combusts again.

“Not the point? Not the point?!”

You ignore her. “I, um…” You hesitate, voice dropping. “After- We did stuff-.”

Silence. Then—

“…stuff?” Nari repeats, suddenly way too serious.

You clear your throat. “Yeah.”

Her breathing stutters. “…Wait. Wait. Are you telling me—YOU FUCKED?!”

“NO- WE DIDN’T LIKE- We didnt fuck fuck- Ugh! I’m not telling you anything.”

“OH MY GOD.”

You groan. “It wasn’t—”

“NO, SHUT UP, DON’T DOWNPLAY THIS.” She takes a shaky breath. “You mean to tell me HE ATE YOU OUT?!”

“Nari, I swear to God,” you hiss.

She lets out a wheezy laugh. “Oh, you nasty bitch.”

You bury your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you love me,” she sings. “So? How was it?”

You nearly throw your phone across the room. “I am not talking about this.”

“Ugh, fine,” she whines. “But holy shit, I cannot believe this. I go home for a few hours and you have a whole-ass wattpadd moment.”

You groan, but your lips twitch slightly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she suddenly cuts in. “So he stayed the whole night? And then you fell asleep, and then he… ate you out in the morning?”

You pause. “Yeah.”

Another gasp. “OH MY GOD?”

“I mean, I fell asleep again, after- y’know.” you admit. “And then when I woke up, he was still there.”

Nari sounds breathless. “What was he doing?”

“…Making breakfast.”

Dead silence.

Then— “I need to sit down.”

“You are sitting down.”

“I NEED TO SIT DOWN.”

You chuckle. “He made toast.”

A groan. “Of course he did.”

You bite your lip. “And coffee.”

“Stop.”

“…And eggs.”

“STOP.”

You grin. “And—”

You laugh. “Okay, okay.”

Nari lets out a strangled noise. “I hate you.”

You smile. “No, you love me.”

You’re still smiling when something clicks in your mind. Your brows furrow as you glance at your clock.

“…Wait a second.”

“What?” Nari sounds way too innocent.

Your eyes narrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Silence.

“…About that.”

You sit up. “Nari.”

She groans. “I was too hungover, okay?”

You snort. “Seriously?”

“Listen, I woke up feeling like I got run over by a truck,” she whines. “I texted our boss and said I had food poisoning or something.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re so irresponsible.”

“Says the girl who spent the night wrapped around Jeon Jungkook,” she fires back.

Your face burns. “That is not the same thing.”

She hums. “Still. I bet you’re glad I left, though.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Nari gasps. “OH MY GOD, YOU ARE!”

You groan, falling back against your pillows. “Shut up.”

“I knew it!” she cackles. “You were probably praying for me to go.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I was totally thinking about you while Jungkook was—”

She screeches.

You grin. “That’s what I thought.”

——

The car hums beneath his hands as he grips the steering wheel, parked along the edge of a quiet field just outside the city. It’s tucked away, the kind of place only locals really know about, where the noise of Seoul fades into something softer. The air is crisp, the last remnants of summer clinging to the wind, but the sky is clear.

He rolls the window down, just enough to let the fresh air seep in. The scent of damp earth, of grass still waking up from the cold, fills his lungs. For a while, he just sits there, one hand resting against his lips, thumb idly brushing over his lower lip as he watches the world move without him.

A few people are out—an old couple sitting on a bench, their hands intertwined, sharing a quiet conversation. A man in a business suit walks by with a coffee in hand, talking on the phone. A little kid, bundled up in a puffy jacket, tugs at his mother’s sleeve, pointing excitedly at a stray cat slinking across the pavement.

Jungkook watches it all, soaking in the normalcy, the way life just happens when no one’s watching.

It reminds him of you.

Being with you felt like this. Uncomplicated. Quiet, but not empty. Like he could exist without having to perform. He’d always loved moments like this—quiet drives, empty streets at night, the peace of being alone—but now, for the first time in a long time, he finds himself wanting someone in that space with him.

His fingers drum against the steering wheel. He doesn’t want to leave just yet, but time keeps moving, the sun blazing brighter than ever, pulling him back into reality.

With a sigh, he finally starts the engine and heads home.

It’s nearly 1 PM when Jungkook finally steps into his apartment. The place is still, save for the soft sound of Bam’s tail thumping against the floor as he trots over to greet him.

“Hey, bamie,” Jungkook murmurs, crouching to scratch behind his ears. Bam sniffs at his jacket like he’s checking where he’s been, then huffs as if unimpressed.

From the couch, there’s a groan. “You’re finally home?”

Jungkook glances up to see Taehyung sprawled out across the cushions, blanket half-draped over his legs, hair sticking up in every direction. His eyes are barely open, like he’s debating whether it’s worth waking up or not.

“You still here?” Jungkook counters, kicking off his shoes. Jungkook feels bad, not expecting Taehyung to have stayed the whole night, he thinks he might have even stayed up until the morning, but he also knows he might’ve got carried away with some random documentary on his phone.

Taehyung grunts. “You left me with your child. He’s needy.”

Jungkook scoffs, rubbing Bam’s head before standing. “You love him.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Taehyung finally sits up, stretching with a yawn. “You look suspiciously happy for someone who made me do unpaid babysitting at stupid time- AM.” He squints at Jungkook. “Should I even ask?”

Jungkook hesitates, then sighs, plopping down beside him. “I really like her, hyung.”

Taehyung raises a brow, suddenly more awake. “Oh?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… different. She’s different.” Jungkook rubs his neck, looking down at his hands. “It’s not like before.”

Taehyung hums, studying him. “Different how?”

Jungkook exhales, leaning back. His mind flickers to you—the warmth of your skin against his last night, the way you’d looked half-asleep in the morning, the way you didn’t treat him like he was anything more than just a guy you liked being around.

“I don’t feel like I have to—pretend, you know?” He admits.

Taehyung nods slowly. Then, after a beat, he tilts his head. “That’s great, im happy for you, but… you know how this goes.”

Jungkook frowns. “What do you mean?”

Taehyung sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Just—be careful. You get caught up in things fast, and—”

“She’s not like that,” Jungkook cuts in, voice firmer than he intended.

Taehyung blinks, then raises his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t saying she was.”

Jungkook exhales, shaking his head. “I know. Sorry. I just—” He sighs. “She’s really not like that, I promise.”

Taehyung watches him for a second, then smirks. “Damn. You’re in deep, huh?”

Jungkook groans, rubbing his face.

Taehyung laughs, standing up. “Alright, loverboy. One day, everyone’s gonna have to meet this mystery girl.”

Jungkook just rolls his eyes as Taehyung grabs his jacket.

“Later,” Taehyung calls before heading out.

The apartment is quiet again.

Jungkook lets out a breath, staring at the door Taehyung just left through. After a second, he looks down at Bam, who’s sitting patiently at his feet, ears perked up.

“What?” Jungkook mutters.

Bam blinks.

Jungkook sighs, ruffling his fur. “I know, I know. I should’ve just said thanks and shut up. But he doesn’t get it, okay?”

Bam tilts his head.

Jungkook groans, flopping onto the couch. “I can’t believe I’m explaining myself to you.”

Bam licks his knee.

Jungkook sighs again, rubbing his temples. “This is humiliating.”

His phone buzzes.

A message from Taehyung: btw we have a meeting in like 2 hrs lmao good luck

Jungkook groans, dropping his head back against the couch. He types out a quick reply—fuck im so tired i completely forgot—before opening your chat.

This time, he doesn’t hesitate.

Jungkook: im home. hru, tired?

He barely locks his phone before it vibrates in his hand again.

Y/N: im good, so tired tho. u should sleep

Jungkook huffs out a quiet laugh. He could reply, could tease you about how fast you answered, but he knows himself—if he starts texting you now, he won’t stop.

And he actually has shit to do.

So instead, he pockets his phone and drags himself up. He’s got about two hours before the meeting, and he still needs to shower and change before he inevitably gets lectured for something.

Jungkook’s body feels sore from a grueling workout session that ran longer than he expected. His apartment’s little gym is nothing fancy, but it gets the job done. The weights clinked, the elliptical hummed quietly, and before he knew it, he’d spent the last hour and a half completely absorbed, working his muscles until they burned. He barely noticed the time ticking by as he focused on the reps, each one pushing him a little further. But now, as he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, it’s clear—he’s running late.

Cursing under his breath, he hops into the shower, the hot water almost making him forget his rush. He’s still fighting the fog in his head as he throws on a clean outfit and grabs his keys. The high-rise building where the meeting is being held is only a short drive away, but the clock is ticking, and the last thing he wants is to be the guy who keeps everyone waiting.

Driving through the city, the streets blur as his mind drifts briefly to other things—like you. He can’t quite shake the feeling of what it’s like when you’re together, the way you look at him with that honest, unassuming gaze. He wonders how much you know about him, about everything he’s caught up in. And as much as he’d love to reminisce about you all day, there’s no time for that right now.

He pulls into the parking garage with only minutes to spare. As he walks into the building, he hears the buzz of conversation coming from the conference room, his members already waiting. The manager hasn’t arrived yet, and everyone seems in a rare moment of peace.

His steps were brisk as he made his way through the halls, past glass-walled offices where staff were busy with their own schedules. The sound of his sneakers against the polished floor was barely noticeable under the hum of quiet conversations, ringing phones, and the occasional clack of keyboards.

He was late. Not by much, maybe five minutes, but enough that he felt a twinge of guilt as he approached the meeting room. He should’ve left earlier.

But time had slipped through his fingers.

As he reached for the handle, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw your name on the screen—no new message, just the last one you had sent earlier:

You: im good, so tired tho. u should sleep

Jungkook hesitated for a second before finally typing out a reply.

Jungkook: Can’t sleep in the middle of the day for some reason, but im on the way to a meeting now :)”

His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and without thinking, he started to type—

Jungkook: Are you free tonight?

He paused. Then, with a quiet sigh, he deletes the last part and hits send.

Maybe you had plans with Nari. Maybe he was overstepping. He didn’t want to be too much.

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he took a breath and finally stepped inside.

The room was loud.

Not in a chaotic way—just in the way that happened whenever they were all together. Conversations overlapped, laughter sparked in different corners, and there was an easy kind of energy that made it feel like they hadn’t been apart for weeks.

Jungkook’s arrival didn’t go unnoticed.

“Look who finally decided to show up.”

He barely had time to sit before Jin made a show of checking his nonexistent watch. Across from him, J-Hope grinned, nudging Jimin, who snickered into his palm.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, dropping into his seat. “Hyung, you don’t even wear a watch.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re late,” Jin shot back, smirking.

Taehyung, seated beside him, simply raised a brow. “Long gym session?”

Jungkook exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he reached for a bottle of water from the table. “Something like that.”

He twisted the cap off, taking a sip just as Yoongi—who had been quiet up until now—spoke up without looking up from his phone.

“Was it really the gym,” he mused, voice dry, “or were you occupied with something else?”

That earned a few oooh’s from around the table. Jungkook nearly choked on his water.

“Oh, come on,” Jimin laughed, leaning his chin in his hand. “It’s been weeks since we’ve all been together, and we’re just now hearing about this?”

Jungkook groaned. “There’s nothing to hear about.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung said casually.

Jungkook snapped his head toward him, eyes narrowing. “Hyung.”

But Taehyung just blinked at him innocently, stirring his iced Americano with the straw.

“What? It’s not my fault you told me and no one else.”

“Oh, so Tae knows, but not us?” J-Hope gasped, clutching his chest in mock betrayal. “Wow. Okay. I see how it is.”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, leave him alone. Let’s get started before—”

The door opened again.

Their manager walked in.

Just like that, the teasing stopped.

The energy in the room shifted as the meeting began.

The manager placed a folder down on the table, flipping through it before glancing up. “Alright. Let’s go over schedules.”

One by one, he listed their upcoming projects. Solo albums. Endorsements. Events.

Jungkook listened, though not entirely. His focus drifted slightly, fingers idly pressing against the condensation on his water bottle.

Then— “And Jungkook.”

His attention snapped back.

The manager’s expression was unreadable. “We were supposed to have a meeting about your album’s design a few nights ago. Where were you?”

Jungkook blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

“…What?”

“The meeting,” the manager repeated, tone sharper. “You didn’t show.”

Jungkook frowned, realization hitting him all at once. Shit. He had completely forgotten about that.

“Oh… I don’t know,” he muttered, adjusting his grip on the bottle. “I missed it. Sorry.”

The manager’s jaw tightened. “Seriously?” He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “Jungkook, this isn’t the time to be messing around.”

Jungkook felt the shift in the air.

“If this is about something- someone,” the manager continued, voice clipped, “then you need to get your head straight. This is going to be the peak of your career. And after that, you have military service.” His stomach dropped.

The words hit differently this time.

It wasn’t like he had forgotten. He knew what was coming. But hearing it out loud, so bluntly, in a setting like this—

And worst of all—

You didn’t know.

His fingers curled slightly, grip tightening on the water bottle. His jaw clenched, but he kept his face neutral.

“I know what I’m doing,” he said, voice even.

The manager didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push further. The meeting wrapped up soon after, leaving a strange, awkward silence in its wake.

Jungkook didn’t wait around. He pushed his chair back and left the room.

The cool air outside the meeting room felt like a relief.

Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall. His chest felt tight, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Footsteps approached.

“Mind if I join?”

Jungkook glanced up to see Namjoon.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Go ahead.”

Namjoon leaned against the wall beside him, crossing his arms. He didn’t speak right away, just looked ahead.

Then, finally— “I get where he’s coming from, but I know how this must all feel for you.”

Jungkook scoffed lightly. “Of course you do.”

Namjoon smiled slightly, but his tone was serious. “You do need to be careful, though.”

Jungkook sighed. “I know.”

A pause.

Then—

“Does she know?”

Jungkook furrowed his brows. “Know what?”

Namjoon turned his head toward him. “That you’ll be away for a long time soon, enlistment?”

Jungkook’s chest tightened. His fingers curled slightly. “No.”

Namjoon hummed, then said, “You need to tell her.”

Jungkook looked down. His voice was quiet.

“I don’t know how.”

A moment passed. Then, finally—

“I don’t want risk losing what we have.”

“It’s better to risk, than to hurt someone.”

And that was the part that scared him the most.

Dinner stretches on longer than Jungkook expected, everyone having opted for a small ramen place near the building where noone really goes, but he doesn’t mind. It’s been a while since they’ve all sat down together like this, eating, catching up, letting conversations weave in and out naturally. The private room they’re in feels comfortable, tucked away from the world outside. The restaurant is dimly lit, warm with the scent of food and the occasional hum of quiet chatter from other customers outside.

Plates are scattered across the table now, half-empty bowls and used utensils sitting between them, but nobody seems in a rush to leave. The night has been filled with laughter—mostly from Jin’s endless teasing and Hoseok’s dramatic storytelling. Yoongi is quiet as always, listening more than speaking, and Namjoon occasionally chimes in with something insightful that makes them all pause for a second before someone cracks a joke to lighten the mood again.

And then, naturally, the conversation shifts to him.

It starts small. Jimin makes a passing comment about how Jungkook has been glued to his phone more than usual, and Hoseok is quick to add in something about his suspiciously frequent disappearances from the studio.

“Come on, we all see it,” Jin says, grinning as he gestures toward him with his chopsticks. “Our maknae’s been busy with something—or that someone.”

Jungkook groans, leaning back in his seat as Taehyung smirks knowingly. It was bound to come up at some point. And honestly, he doesn’t really mind. Maybe a few years ago, he would’ve deflected more, kept everything to himself, but things are different now.

So, he tells them. Not everything, not every little detail, but enough for them to understand that there’s someone. Someone special.

Taehyung already knows, of course, but the rest of them listen intently. Jimin leans in slightly, a small smile playing on his lips, while Namjoon nods along, his expression thoughtful. Hoseok looks outright excited, and Jin, predictably, looks like he’s about to start grilling him for information.

“She’s just… different,” Jungkook says finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Different how?” Jin presses, eyes narrowing in curiosity.

Jungkook hesitates for a second, then shrugs. “She doesn’t treat me like everyone else does, you guys would really love her.”

That seems to be enough of an answer for most of them. Namjoon hums knowingly, and Yoongi, who’s been quiet this whole time, finally speaks. “That’s good,” he says simply, nodding in approval.

There are a few more teasing remarks, a couple of playful warnings about being careful, but overall, it’s nothing but support. And it makes Jungkook feel… good. Warm. Like a weight he didn’t realize he was carrying has been lifted just a little.

By the time they finally leave the restaurant, it’s late. The night air is cool against his skin as they step outside, lingering near the entrance as they say their goodbyes. Jungkook pulls out his phone while waiting for the valet to bring his car around, and his chest tightens when he sees your name at the top of his notifications.

Y/N: thats sad, i couldnt imagine not napping during the day.

Y/N: what was your meeting about? was it all good? had fun?

His thumb hovers over the keyboard as he leans against his car, jaw tightening slightly.

The meeting.

It wasn’t just about schedules or the album. It was a stupid reminder about his enlistment.

His stomach twists. He should tell you. You deserve to know. But not now. Not like this. Not when he isn’t even sure how to say it.

He exhales sharply, then types back: Just boring stuff, schedules, touring, to be honest. How was your day?

The night was quiet as he made his way back to his apartment, the only sound coming from the soft hum of his car engine. He didn’t have much else to do—his mind kept drifting back to you. He had seen your messages, and even though his heart had briefly dropped when he read your text, he decided against telling you everything. He’d need time to figure it all out, and he wasn’t sure how to explain the looming shadow of his military service.

Arriving at his place, he tossed his keys onto the table, quickly changing into something comfortable. He sank into his couch, trying to relax. As the night passed, he found himself playing with a few unfinished songs, but his focus wasn’t there. The chords felt distant, detached. His thoughts wandered back to you, to the way you’d looked when you smiled at him, to the moment you’d shared that morning… The playful banter, the warmth, everything felt too real. He never thought he’d get this far with someone like you. He wasn’t expecting to feel this way.

His phone buzzes, pulling him out of his thoughts. He quickly glanced at it—there it was, another message from you. You sent a cute little selfie of you cooking, smiling brightly at the camera. His heart softened as he looked at it. It was simple, but to him, it was everything. His day’s mood shifted in an instant, just like that. Your smile, your warmth—it made everything feel… right.

He opens it without thinking, and his heart immediately softens.

It’s you, standing in your kitchen, a gentle smile on your lips as you stir something over the stove. The caption reads: should’ve been hired as a chef rather than a waitress tbh

Jungkook huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as warmth spreads through his chest.

God, you’re cute.

The stress from earlier, the weight of the meeting, the pressure of everything he hasn’t told you—it all fades, just for a moment. And he lets himself enjoy it.

It was strange, how quickly everything had changed between the two of you. He’d been trying to keep it light, but it was clear now—it wasn’t just a fling, at least not for him. He liked you. He liked you a lot.

He lays back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in his mind. The moments—small, but so significant. The touch of your hand, the way you laughed, the way his heart had raced when you’d kissed. He thought back to the morning—how natural it had felt, how his body had instinctively responded to yours. The way you fit against him, the quiet intimacy. He hadn’t expected things to get so… deep. But it did. And he was glad it did.

But with every passing moment, the truth loomed in the back of his mind: he had to tell you. The military service was coming, and he couldn’t keep running from it. But for now, he needed to focus on you, on what this was.

Was he ready for all that came with it? Would you be? You’d had conversations mentioning this topic, but he’s not entirely sure of it all.

With a sigh, he sends a quick reply, trying to act normal, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

Jungkook: you look pretty

Jungkook: should cook for me soon

He couldn’t help but smile at his own words.

He laid back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling once again, lost in thought. He really couldn’t wait to see you again.

Jungkook’s basically doing nothing. Trying to unwind after a long day, scrolling through stuff on his phone, but his mind cant help but replay the events from the other night - when he had tasted you for the first time.

The way you pulled his hair, the sweet moans and pleas spilling from your lips...it was seared into his memory. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling a growing hardness in his sweatpants.

With a sigh, he reached down and palmed himself through the fabric, a wave of guilt washing over him at the thought of jerking off to you. But the desire was too strong to resist.

He pulled out his now hard cock, the tip is slippery from all of the precum that’s accumulated, he gasps, stroking it slowly as he replayed the scene in his mind. His other hand reached for his phone, pulling up your selfie.

You’re in the kitchen, pouting at the camera as you prepared dinner, a few strands of hair escaping your ponytail. Jungkook's hand moved faster, picturing you bent over the counter, your shirt hiked up as he fucks his fingers into you from behind.

He imagines the steam from the your sweat fogging up the windows of his apartment, putting on a lewd show for all to see despite the secrecy of…everything.

His balls tightened, the pleasure building in his groin. He closed his eyes, recalling the memory of your underwear drawer from when you had asked him for clothes. A particular pair of light yellow polka dot panties stood out in his mind, and he pictured you wearing them, the fabric stretched taut over your plump ass as he gripped it tightly, leaving red fingerprints in his wake. With a groan, Jungkook grips his cock tighter, edging himself closer to the brink of ecstasy, using your selfie as an aid.

He stroked himself faster, imagining your cries of pleasure echoing in his ears as he fucked you hard against the counter, your tits bouncing with each thrust. The thought of the whole world seeing his every move only heightened his arousal.

He pictured fucking your throat, watching you gag and drool around his thick cock as he pumped in and out of your mouth. The image of you bent over every surface in his apartment, getting fucked raw in every room, sent him over the edge.

With a final gasp, Jungkook came hard, painting his abs with thick ropes of pearly white cum. He collapsed back against the pillows, catching his breath as the waves of pleasure subsided. For now, his craving for you was sated. But he knew it wouldn't be long before he needed another fix.

Jungkook stares at the ceiling, his heartbeat finally steady again, but his body feels too wired for sleep. He sighs, dragging a hand through his messy hair, quickly cleaning up after himself. There’s no way he’s going to be able to fall asleep now—not after everything that just ran through his head.

So he gets up.

The apartment is quiet as he walks out of his bedroom, his feet light against the hardwood floors. He doesn’t bother turning on all the lights, just the warm glow of his purple light on his dining table as he moves to the kitchen. A glass, a bottle of whiskey. He pours himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light as he leans against the counter. The ice clinks when he swirls it around, taking a slow sip, his fingers tapping idly against the side of the glass.

The faint reflection in the window catches his attention. His hair is tousled, the strands falling just right, and the loose white button-up he threw on hangs open slightly at the top, exposing a bit of collarbone. He smirks to himself.

The thought makes him laugh under his breath, shaking his head. He doesn’t even know why he bothered throwing on a shirt—maybe he just didn’t want to feel like a complete mess. The whiskey burns pleasantly in his throat as he makes his way to the dining table, setting the glass down with a quiet thunk.

And then, his phone rings.

Your name flashes on the screen.

His brows lift slightly, caught off guard. You never call first. The corner of his lips twitches as he picks up.

“Hello?” His voice is low, slightly raspy from how little he’s spoken tonight.

“You sound tired,” you note.

He hums, stretching his legs out beneath the table. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

There’s a pause, then you say, “Wait, where are you right now?”

Jungkook glances around his dimly lit apartment. “Dining room. Why?”

“I don’t know, you sound different. Like, echoey or something,” you say. “What are you doing?”

He eyes his whiskey glass before answering, “Just having a drink.”

“Ooh, fancy,” you tease. “Are we celebrating something?”

Jungkook smirks. “Should we be?”

You laugh, and he finds himself leaning into the sound. “Turn your camera on,” you say.

He hesitates for a second before pressing the button, and a moment later, his face fills your screen. His hair is tousled, framing his face in that unfairly perfect way, and the white button-up he’s wearing is undone just enough to be distracting. He’s leaning back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest, whiskey glass in hand.

Your eyes narrow. “Jungkook.”

“What?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink.

“You’re dressed up.”

He snorts. “I’m not dressed up.”

“Yes, you are,” you insist. “White button-up, unbuttoned. Hair all messy but in a way that somehow makes you look better. What’s the occasion?”

Jungkook huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “This is just what I was wearing.”

“Yeah, okay,” you deadpan. “Where’s the lucky lady?”

His smirk falters for a second before he scoffs. “Shut up.”

You laugh, and it’s the best sound he’s heard all night.

“Turn yours on, wanna see you” he says suddenly, already tapping to the screen of the call.

A second later, your face appears on his screen. You’re curled up on your couch in a hoodie and shorts, your hair slightly messy, like you just woke up.

“You look cozy,” he comments, tilting his head as he studies you.

“Yeah, ‘cause I literally just woke up from a nap,” you say, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn. “That’s why I haven’t replied to you.”

Jungkook exhales, resting his elbow on the table as he props his chin on his hand. “Was wondering where you went,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Your expression softens for a second before you smirk. “Aw, did you miss me?”

He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “No.”

“Liar.”

Before he can argue, a movement catches your attention. Your eyes widen. “Wait—is that Bam?”

Jungkook turns slightly, spotting his dog trotting into the frame, tail wagging. He grins. “Yeah, he just woke up, too.”

Bam jumps up, resting his head on Jungkook’s lap. You watch the way Jungkook absentmindedly scratches behind his ears, his expression softening.

“He’s so cute,” you sigh.

Jungkook glances at you through the screen. “You wanna meet him?”

You hesitate. He can see the flicker of contemplation in your eyes, like the thought of going to his apartment wasn’t something you’d really considered before. Your lips part slightly, but you don’t answer right away.

Jungkook watches you carefully. “You don’t have to,” he says after a beat, voice softer.

“No, I just…” You clear your throat. “I guess I never thought about it.”

He nods, letting the subject drop, but he doesn’t miss the way your gaze lingers for a moment longer, like maybe, just maybe, you’re thinking about it now.

And for some reason, that thought makes his chest feel strangely warm.

The conversation shifts naturally into the usual late-night rambling—little stories from your day, his half-teasing but genuine responses. He doesn’t even know what you’re talking about half the time, but he doesn’t care. You could be talking about absolutely nothing, and he’d still want to hear it.

And for the first time that night, he feels at peace.

[nyewclear]

nsfw ask: sooo hypothetically speaking (and this is purely hypothetical) ((jk i’m lying)) this is for the kirou (kixis + kurou) + mc but how would if is interested, how would he react to a hard dom (kurou) and a soft dom (mc) in the bedroom? or would kixis at some point feel like he needs to have control?

just casually need some responses so that i can think about it later…

yes, i’m making kurou + kixis + mc a thing and this is the hill im willing to die on.

a kukix truther... oh how i have searched far and wide for those who see the vision like i do...

i think kixis' natural sexual impulses are a bit hard to pin down, because i really don't think he's ever had sex with anyone. he's a player in the sense that he just flirts without meaning it to go anywhere, rather than flirting with the intention of a romantic/sexual relationship coming out of it. i've talked about how he flounders so hopelessly around people he actually has a crush on, so i think he'd be equally as helpless in bed. he'd definitely lean into a submissive role, especially with kurou. kurou's so strong-willed and nasty compared to him, hahaha, kixis has no chance.

kixis struggles to gain romantic & sexual confidence until he's a little older, so i think in this scenario, he wouldn't feel the need to have control. besides, he'd have two doms lol what on earth does he think he could even get up to at that point. if a partner of his was submissive, i think he could take a dominant role, but in a way that's pretty vanilla. hopefully that makes sense! i'm personally still taking kixis' character apart haha

[t00nyah]

guys i found this thing lying on my pc what if you send me characters haha jk unless.......

(list of fandoms if you're lost on who you can ask me about: rain world, wuthering heights, homestuck, warrior cats, splatoon, hello charlotte, ib, omori, my little pony, pjm if you're insane, cooking companions, genshin impact, a secret option some know im into, another one (haha only my friends can actually unlock them)...im probably forgetting something)

[fanganfessions]

Fine I guess I'll do it. Chapter 0 and 1 of my totally real fangan

TW: KYS jokes, stupid jokes and absolute chaos

Danganronpa: Stinky Idiots

Cast:

Leanna - Ultimate Total Roblox Drama Contestant

Emily Smith - Ultimate Dumb Blonde

Kanade Otonokoji - Ultimate Guitarist

OJ - Ultimate Breakfast Beverage

Art the Clown - Ultimate Silly Clown

Salt and Vinegar Pringles - Ultimate Chips

Covid 19 - Ultimate Contagious Disease

Mr. Beast - Ultimate Controversy

Barbara - Ultimate Grandma

🥵 - Ultimate Horny Emoji

Ace Corbyn - Ultimate Chess Player

Monokuma - Ultimate Mascot

Ibuprofen - Ultimate Nonsteroidal Anti-inflammatory Painkilling Drug

Kokichi Oma - Ultimate Supreme Leader

Monika - Ultimate Literature Club Member

Mukuro Ikusaba - Ultimate 16th Student

Chapter 0

Leanna wakes up iconically

Leanna: Ughuguuguhufguguhgufdgsusdgidjdadsgdusahudhuag… Where the hell am I?

Emily: Omg hi. Who are you, what is your name?

Leanna: Leanna pookie. What about you?

Emily: Oooh, I'm Emily. Nice to meet you, Lebanon!

Leanna: It's Leanna.

Emily: Gotcha! Do you know where we are? I looked around a little, and this place doesn’t look like my room!

Ace: Of course it doesn’t. You would be lucky to live in a place like this.

Emily: …

Leanna: …

Ace: …

Leanna: Who the fuck are you?

Ace: Ace. And don’t give me that attitude.

Emily: Ass? That is a pretty rude name! Who would name their child that!

Ace: … You are so dumb, you make me wanna kill myself.

Leanna: Maybe you should. Asshole.

Kanadead and Kokishit show up

Kanade: Oh! There are people here..

Kokichi: Ooooooooh. This totally doesn’t look familiar at all!

Leanna: Who are you people?

Kanade: Im Kanade Otonokoji.. The uhh Ultimate Guitarist. I am super innocent! And I am uwu kawai desu!

Ace: Kill yourself.

Kokichi: Death threats already! I love death, people dying and being tortured and stuff. Blood blood, gore gore, I love it! I'm not lying, haha!

Leanna: Girl what- Anyways don’t listen to him, he is an asshole.

Emily: Yeah! Especially since his name is Ass, so it makes sense!

Kanade: That name is not very kind and kawai..

Kokichi: Hey guys, I'm the one that brought you guys here! JK I lied, hahaha, that makes me a compelling character right?

Ace: No.

Eventually more people, and.. things, show up.

OJ: Hi, I'm OJ, orange juice if you guys couldn’t tell. And I am a breakfast beverage, though you could still drink me any other time, and I-

Ace: Shut up.

OJ: Ok-

Art: :D

Covid 19: OOOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOOHO, I can infect you all! And no, I'm not lying like that grape thing!

Ibuprofen: Use me to cure your pain, headaches, general aches, depression, and-

🥵: IM HORNYYYYY~~~~~

Leanna: What the hell is even going on here-

Mukuro: I am Mukuro Ikusaba, the 16th student, lying hidden somewhere in this school, the one they call the Ultimate Despair, watch out for me.

Monokuma: Puhuhuhuhuhuhu, I’m here too! But I'm not the mastermind, so whaaaaaaaat is going oooononononononno~

Monika: Hello there! Welcome to my literature clu- Wait, where the hell am I?!?!?!!?

Mr. Beast: What’s up guys, welcome to my new video! Today I put random characters into a killing game! The winner gets…. to live!

Pringles: I exist.

End of Chapter 0

Chapter 1

Leanna: Ok guys, I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room. And no, I don't mean Ace.

Ace: You of all people should not be talking about elephants when you are built like a Titanic.

Leanna: I swear to god I am gonna kill this bitch- Anyways-

Ibuprofen: Killing is not good, but what is good is being healthy. Buy Nurofen Ibuprofen tablets on Amazon for only 4.25 pounds-

Emily: Wait a second guys, I think we are in a murdering activity or something. We have to work together to overcome this dispatch!

Mukuro: Don’t you mean despair?

Monokuma: Puhuhuhuhuhu, I wonder who will die first~

Monika: No one is gonna die!

🥵: Aughhhh~

Kanade: Stop being horny! That is not kawai desu..

Kokichi: Waitttt, aren’t we missing someone? There are only 15 of us here.

Mr. Beast: Oh yeah, there is a grandma currently sleeping in her room. Her name is Barbara! She will probably not win this game, it will be one of my bros!

Covid 19: Muahahahahaha, she is all alone! She will die! HAHAAHJSHIAUGuigdwbsiauhbdhksbdauwbhsjah

Emily: That is so real of you!

Lights turn off randomly.

Leanna: What is going on pookies? Is someone slaying?

Art: 🥰

Lights turn back on, and only few people are in the area.

Kanade: Omg, where is everyone uwu

Leanna: I don’t know. There is me, you, this clown guy, and Monika.

Emily: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDIUCDANJNSIDBJASBDLI

Art: 😮

Monika: That was Emily…

Leanna: Her voice came from.. Barbara’s room!

Monika: Do you think someone is hanging out there?

Kanade: …

Leanna: I swear if we go there and find someone hanging..

They headed to Barbara’s room, and there they found…

MONOKUMA DEAD ON THE FLOOR WITH A GUNSHOT IN THE HEAD.

Oh and Barbara was still sleeping lol

Emily: NOOINoOSNDonwoibdoanoibn!!!!

Leanna: Oh shit. Someone slayed.

Kokichi: Omg who did that lol

Ace: I know who did it because I am smart, rude and cool. But I won’t tell because I am bored.

Art: 😜

🥵: Aughh~ Im so horny~

OJ: How can you be horny when someone literally fucking died.

Mukuro: I mean, there is no real loss here, it's just a stupid robot bear.

Emily: OMG THAT’S ANIMAL CRUELTY!!!!! Save the planet you guys!!!!

Ibuprofen: Uhh, anyways, does anyone need drugs?

Covid 19: NO EW! WHY DIDN’T THIS THING DIE!?

Kanade: I know who it is. So the chapter 1 deaths usually set the tone for the killing game, meaning the creator wanted to kill off characters that you wouldn’t really expect to die. Or the character’s they just don’t like. Meaning the main suspects are Emily, Kokichi, Ace or Leanna. But it could also be Barbara since the murder did happen in her room, so yeah.

Mukuro: That makes sense I guess.

Barbara: Yawn, oh hello kids. What is going on?

Ace: Someone died in your room.

Barbara: Oh dear.. Well I saw who did it.

Monika: Weren’t you asleep?

Barbara: Oh I didn’t sleep all the time dear. Anyways.. The killer was that purple boy over there. He pulled out a gun from nowhere and shot the bear…

Kokichi: Whaaaaaa, that did not happen. Ok fine, I am the culprit. I did it. Maybe I did it… Maybe I didn’t… You will never know nehehe…

Mr. Beast: Everyone voted Kokichi Oma, and….. He is the culprit!!!!

Kokichi: Bro what? We are not even on the trial. And I didn’t even get to have a monologue about why lying is good, I didn’t get to redeem myself at the last second, and I didn’t get to lie or anything…

Leanna: You did not eat pookie.

Ace: I know you ate the entirety of the cafeteria.

Leanna: That’s it.

Leanna started to fight with Ace. While Kokichi was dragged to get executed.

Kokichi was put in a saw trap, and all he had to do was tell the truth about his pet goldfish. He decided to lie, and got electrocuted and died.

Pringles: I still exist.

Emily: I… This is terrible! I don’t like you guys anymore!

Y/N- I mean Emily flew down the hall, with tears running from her diamond blue orbs, not looking back again…

End of chapter 1

.

[judjira]

heyo it is ur friendly neighborhood joo !

it has been Quite A While since i last posted anything, whether on tumblr or ao3, but worry not! i am not dead yet, and i have no plans on being dead. i've been stuck for a while on writing, but i'll get to that in a bit.

for some reason, now that it's the end of the year, i took a moment to sit down and really just think about things, and i've come to one conclusion.

god, 2024 really sucked for me.

now, i know mindless rants and thought dumps like this aren't why you follow me or anything, but honestly, this is a writing blog, so i'm going to write. if you don't like that, boohoo (jk feel free to stop reading and go send that ask about when im going to update (fic) haha)

a lot of my friends like to say i give main character vibes, and that's not me boasting. genuinely i wonder what it is they see in me that makes them think that. maybe it's the way i tell stories about what happened to me, or how i can manage to keep up a conversation and seem like an extrovert, or just genuinely the way i live my life.

for context, i'm a freelancer doing events and theater, which means i have really, really strange work hours, and even stranger income. i suppose, to someone else, my life seems cool, leaving for work at 11 pm, going to different cities for shows, getting to meet celebrities in the industry and whatnot. and yeah, if i didn't work in this industry, i'd think that's pretty cool too.

but i do work in this industry. and god does it suck so bad. i try a lot to find the reasons why i keep doing my job, and it happens a lot like this:

i do a gig with a lot of hiccups, problems in management, toxic people, underperformance, and i consider quitting. then, something really great happens at the end, and i gaslight myself into ignoring my imposter syndrome and i keep working, waiting for another job.

so it's a lot like someone only giving me food when i'm desperately starving, just enough to keep me going for one day.

do i enjoy it? hell no. is it worth it? somehow, for some reason, at the end of it all, yes.

but the one thing i really don't like about it all is how it's affected my personal relationships. i take all responsibility for the way i act and the way i behave, but i'd be a liar if i said my workplace didn't influence me the way it did.

this year has been so full of ups and downs with my parents, my siblings, my girlfriend, my friends. i feel like, somehow, in gaining independence for myself financially, i somehow realized in the first place what i was so dependent on in my relationships. which sucks.

and to make it full circle, another thing i really don't like about it is how it's taken me away from my favorite hobby, which is writing.

i have missed out on writing for so long that it physically pains me sometimes that i'm away from my laptop and clicky keyboard, unable to pour my heart out onto some weird ass twice fic that barely anyone's gonna read. it might seem shallow to someone else, hell, probably to most people, but damn if writing isn't the one thing i come back to each and every year.

which, i think, brings me to my next point, which is i think i have to apologize for not being so active. i've made a lot of promises that i haven't been able to keep with my fics, and i have so many drafts that haven't seen the light of day. and i don't think it's just you people who read my fics that i have to apologize to, but also myself. i think i took writing too seriously and ended up having it weigh down on me more than it should have.

the whole point of this damn thing is to have fun, and to make sure other people have fun, and i don't think i've been having a lot of fun recently, honestly.

so, yeah. an apology. to you guys. and to myself. i think. im a fuckin weirdo.

but yeah, that's it for this rant. if you made it to the end, congrats! i'll be posting a s'agapo update soon, and i'm also working on the next out of bounds. after that, god knows what i'm updating. i'm gonna stop lying to myself and saying that i have an update plan when in reality i just write whatever's on my mind.

anyway, thanks for reading, and i hope you all have a very happy new year. love ya

[oddinary4bts]

yeah im not sad anymore. im mad again 😐 ohhhhhh just the thought of jk putting gabrielle first before oc……im livid!!!!!!! i am so angry that he did not even fight for oc, that he just gave up right away and didn’t want to save what was left. i don’t fucking care if he made a promise to some ex… he disappointed me in the last chapter i didn’t think he’d do it again. oc truly doesn’t deserve this. im holding onto the hope that jungkook has some plan up his sleeve, that he’s not giving up but atp idek anymore. that letter didn’t even make me feel a thing. it’s like he’s just giving up, and putting the blame on her. “you told me not to call you that anymore…” “but as you said there is no us anymore…” ohhh he’s such a coward and a lying prick and he does not deserve oc one bit. his reason for keeping a secret from her better be a damn good reason but atp i don’t think there will be one good enough. i hope oc doesn’t chase after him. i hope jk grovels and grovels some more. he better fix this!!!!! ugh god im so mad at him. seeing how he reacted to this whole situation just tells me he never truly loved oc in the first place. he’s really unredeemable in my eyes.

Honestly yeah I get it. I was really anxious about posting this series, especially the angst, bc I felt like I wrote it bad. I guess you still have a few chapters left to read to judge but yeah if you find Jungkook to be unredeemable atm, I’m telling you it won’t change. So you don’t have to read the rest if you don’t want to be disappointed!!🥲

But yeah I’m realizing with asks like this one that I should have made JK fight more for her, especially in this chapter. I just thought his character is so deep in self hatred that he’d believe OC is better off without him and wouldn’t fight.. but hey maybe I was wrong!😅 my bad haha I hope you still managed to enjoy reading the fic to a certain extent tho

[obsessivel0v3r]

Omg hi!!! Your online!!! Hehe of course I would notice! Its important I pay attention to you if I want be closer with you after all~

Oh I really like Chase Atlantic and listen to some of Lana del Rey! For me my favorite music would be Mother Mother and Hozier. Its gives me both the rock and indie vibes I adore.

I also like French fries especially when they are extra crispy! But I would say Im a sucker for ramen.

I get that completely since I dont have mine on either but Im almost always online because I listen to music alot.

Those are really pretty colors!! I like blue especially light shades of it.

I enjoy reading and listening to music! What do you like reading and writing? I hope you post a drawing or two I would love to see your art!!

Thats super fair considering I dont have one either! Its always just consistent of me sleeping, reading, and listening to music.

Dogs are really so cute!!! Im like a silly little orange cat I think and a bit of a puppy if you cant tell by how excited I get.

I love that so much!! I would say Im a cookie dough! Somthing that people can easily love if they give a chance if that makes sense!

Also thank you for answering my questions! Let me know if you have any questions for me too! You dont have to thank me for the ask but I do appreciate that<3

-🪷

How cute!! Hi!

You’ve got good taste! Hozier has some great music! I've been listening to Work Song by Hozier none stop!

I ate so much ramen I got sick of it haha, it was always my go to meal. I like the color blue too, it's very calming and just nice to look at, especially the light shades!!

I'm currently reading Powerless by Lauren and I think Kai is such a poet whenever he speaks 🦋 (I'm jealous of Paeyden/jk)

I'm not sure, I do have a few sketches lying around, I loved Haikyuu and The Boy for entertainment.

We share a similar schedule then :)) and I like the animals you picked to describe yourself with! How adorable!!

I have a question for you actually!

If you were to be stuck in a book, what kind of trope would you want to get stuck in?

Do you have a favorite movie? If so why is it your favorite?

What are some things you like in a person?

[roughentumble]

Big fan of drunk you, for the record. The typing style is exquisite.

god. i love you now

i lovex you befoe but now extra. thank you

[kirkwallsquad]

not me genuinely considering moving bcs i feel like my friends here don’t like me all that much lmfao

[firstkokon0is]

tokrev characters when you did the “i told you to look good today” prank to them

lol this trend is quite old but its been on my mind lately but yall can request sum goods to me😁👍

tw: heavy swear words and grammar errors

characters: draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, hakkai, takemichi.

gn reader

DRAKEN

the moment those words came out of your mouth he just stared at you

while you’re smiling idiot

he will literally just stare at you

“yea same to you” showing a annoying smile

he get the situation, HE KNOWS HE LOOK GOOD SO THIS AINT GNNA WORK

you guys just laugh it off, you didn’t even told him that it was just a prank because he already knew it but will still ask you in the middle of your date

“hey is my style in clothes really aint that good? were you serious? i mean its not that bad…..” he said while looking himself up through his phone camera

“nope, i thought you get the joke but oh well……ken, you look so good everytime yk even if u wear nothing u still can pull it off” you told him and smack his bald head playfully

“yea yeaa i would’ve gone feral if u went and bash my hair instead of my clothes so thats a relief” he respond with a smile

“ken why this hair-”

“aight im leaving”

“no hakahajwlwbsha”

took the joke very well

MIKEY

he spent hours looking for good clothes for this date, there’s clothes everywhere in his room and still “damn…..there’s nothing to wear”

AND WHEN U TOLD HIM THOSE WORDS???

he just pout, told you that he’s sorry, and he spent hours looking for something to wear to match your style and many more reasons

pls apologize to him

but when you told him that its a prank he just pout and said “not a good joke y/n i know you were lying because i really look good, i knew its was a prank”

just agree with him lol

will think of pranks that he could do to you for revenge, literally stressing about it while on the date with you

he wants to say the same thing to you but he can’t because you look beautiful today, just for him, and will smile just looking at you

while walking to the park he will even ask himself “does my style really match them?” “should i be the one to adjust and put my taste on clothes higher?” “i should ask mitsuya about fashion things” his mind is just filled with questions

“mikeyyyyyyy, you look good today i was just doing a silly prank im sorry if that made you feel bad, not gonna lie you’re drippy as fuck”

“i know i know im gonna prank you next time real hard” he said “if i catch you we’re gnna switch wardrobes” he said as he started to chase you around the park

in the end he came over to your place and explore your wardrobe and tried your clothes, he even stole some of your hoodies and shirts.

MITSUYA

overthinks

this mf thinks he looks good no matter what

duh he’s a designer

“well y/n i think you’re right, and i should style you sometimes dont you think?”

your hand went to your mouth so fast

he laughed at your reaction and hug you

“just kidding you look good, we look good i know that trend damn thats old” he said

you smack him playfully for that, his reaction is normal but because of that he wants to be more stylish

he can take a joke yk

after a lot of overthinking he suggests to shopping with you

even though he have some knowledge about designing and how to look good he thinks your taste in clothes is so good

will think that he’s right for you and you’re right for him

he’s your 4lyferss😩

BAJI

he will give you that “excuse me” face with a hand oh his chest because he’s offended as fuck.

“babe stop fooling people, and yourself we both know i look good”

“you dare to bash my drip hell no baby”

will brag his clothes for like 15 minutes just to prove what you’re saying is wrong

“this shirt i brought this online with a nice fabric its not cheap mf”

“my pants, you see this huh? see those sutffs on tiktoks where they style their own pants i did this shit its so cool”

“now now, baby see this shoes? oh dont even get me started but hey you look nice today hehe can i take you on our date now?”

he went from being defensive and screaming proving his shit right to his signature smile

by just that he already made your day, you really cant out keisuke baji

because he is baji, he will look good for you, and you look good for him, he will joke you around, tease you a lot, you will also do the same to him.

100% can take a fucking joke. and it will be like a competition to him.

CHIFUYU

confused baby

im sure you feel a lot of guilt rn

because baby panicked

will suggest to go back to his house and change his clothes if you want

pls apologize 😭

almost cried because he thinks he’s a bad boyfriend again lol

will spat a lot if reason like, he’s in hurry, he’s been overthinking this date since last night.

but boy he look good actually he has drip

“nononono baby, you look good i just saw the thing on tiktok so i thought it will be funny but damn im sorry i-” you didn’t even finish when he laughed

“ohhhhhh yeaaaa that trend fuck, how could i forget, nice one you got me there god dammit ill take revenge sometimes” he said laughing slightly

well he’s always on tiktok, have some few vid too, actually some went viral bc of takemichi being dumb

just like mitsuya too, will suggest to just go shopping with him and tell him what kind of clothes that you’re interested in

would love to buy your clothes for you but he’s just a broke middle schooler but he promised you that both of you will shopping someday

he took that prank seriously but when he knew that it was a joke its fine

life goes on for him

HAKKAI

oh my god please y/n why

you always complement his style because its true he has some style

after you told him that he will just scratch the back of his neck and said

“my other clothes are still wet haha…..i mean i dont look bad i mean……”

apologize, drop on your knees and do it.

nah jk

u gave in a small laugh and said sorry to him

he know about this trend actually but he never actually expect you to have the guts to do that to him

he knew about his shy personality and he knew that you know about this

he’s not offended just taken by surprise that you actually did that to him

“well anyways i dont care about me you look good today y/n”

you immediately regret saying those stuffs to him bc he’s sweet hot and respectful

but its a joke anyways he enjoyed the silly joke

he knew he look good lmao

yuzuha will be hearing this

she will prolly scold you for doing that

are you gnna repeat the silly prank again?

TAKEMICHI

💀💀💀💀💀

he will run

run back to his home attack his wardrobe and find a good clothes

ofc you feel bad so you followed him

you saw him looking for a new clothes to wear

you told him its a prank but he still didn’t want to go out looking like that

so you just decided to style him yourself

he thinks you’re right

he looks bad, his style is not it

but overall happy for pranking him and making him realize that he need to be as your same style

“takemichi, look i dont care…..whoever told you that you look bad i will kick their face, to me what ever you wear your fun personality and the reason that i fell inlove with you wont disappear” you put a hand on the top of his head and he just

cried.

“im sowwyyy- i- i cant look good- fuck ughhghuh- please dont leave me i-” he’s crying mess on your chest

“STOP CRYING DAMMIT YOU ALWAYS LOOK GOOD,”

you will never prank him again

no pls dont do it again

[ssreeder]

SREEDY !!!!?!???? I SWEAR I WAS JUST ASKING MYSELF WHAT IF YOU POSTED NEW CHAPTER AND I JUST WASN'T NOTIFIED AND AT THQT SAME MOMENT I GET GHE FUCKIN NOTIFICATION ?!!!??!! I'm would be lying if I said that i didn't scream a little

okay so about the chapter!!!!!! it was really sweet to see sokka and zuko just talk and be buddies and be worried about each other and zuko is again an actual person?!!?!! fuck yeah

loved the fights they were greatly written!!!! i usualy don't understand written fights but I'm this i could picture each movement in my mind so kudos to that, you really have a way with words.

im gonna admit it, fuck jet, i was trying to be the better person and give him a few chances but he's just not taking any of them. it was really fun reading zuko give him what he deserves even though (and I'm gonna be honest here) i started giggling and kicking my feet when zuko got protective, like, yes zuko, go defend your boyfriend!!!!

and shen, oh shen, i actually love him, teasing sokka and zuko all the time and just being real, no talking shit!! you wanna know if your son is in love with zuko? idk but they DO act like a couple...

ughhh this chapter felt so good, I'm not gonna promise anything but I'll try to draw some fanart for this fanfic bc some scenes really inspired me!!

oh, almost forgot, FUCK YEAAAAAHAA GAY BATO!!!! love him for that, I'm gonna take a guess and at some point in the history he's gonna talk to sokka about the whole liking men think and relive some of sokka's anxieties

I'm starting to feel like a broken CD but amazing chapter, loved everything about it and really excited for the angst in the next chapter!!!! thanks for this masterpiece of a fanfic!!

I knew you wanted a chapter so I posted it just at the right time ;) <3!!

Ugh I know Zuko is being an actually person again which means it’s about time we do something about that.:. haha jk, kind of. :D

thankyouthankyouthankyou

I always use references when writing fight scenes and I try to write them slow so I can make them legible because I too get lost when I read some fight scenes so I appreciate you saying that because I give them a lot of effort.

Zuko has been so chill it’s good for him to remind people he is dangerous haha, especially to protect Sokka.

FFFFFAN ART???! don’t tease me I will cry if you do that. I am obsessed with fan art it’s my kryptonite.

YOURE THE BEST DONT WORRY WE GET LOTS OF BATO CONTENT NEXT CHAPTER YIIIPPPWOEEEEEE

!!!!

[infinite-wanders]

Ok after watching S3 how are you feeling?

I'm honestly still shocked, about the cliffhanger I never thought Ben and Devi would get together in the end well I sorta did. After S1 it was kinda obvious that he'd still have those feelings in place for her. Also they could of gave Devi and Paxton more time with their relationship but I've now come to an understanding that maybe it was for the best Devi let her insecurities and other gets to her. I hope he has helped her understand that and focus on herself a lot more.

Do you think Ben and Devi will go further with what happened in the end of S3?

Also how did you find Devi this season?

What are you predictions on S4?

I'm good after s3 watch, considering my Daxton heart broke and currently feels 6 feet under at the moment.

What's a dramady without a bit of heartbreak right lol. Are we Daxtons just feeling the pain that B*nvi did in s2? Lol.

I feel that as soon as they announced s3, that is when my stages of grief began, and by the end of watching s3 I had come to accept Daxton was 99% not going to be endgame. Even though we only got 3 eps after 2 seasons of build up, I wasn't angry because they didn't trash Paxton's character for Des/Ben. So for that I am grateful.

Call me a bad Daxton stan if it feels like I've given up, but I'm just in self preservation mode so I don't go into depression over fictional characters. I'm sure future me will have posts that go through waves of denial and bargaining haha.

I love them so much, but if MK and LF won't give me Daxton endgame, I know that I can write it for myself.

I haven't had much thought for s4 B*nvi and probably won't post anything as I find these attract unsolicited opinions where people feel the need to argue with me. As you know, I love Ben's character arc and I am 100% Team Devi, but I'm Daxton first, and any time I make a comment regarding Ben, it's often taken the wrong way. And nobody got time for that.

S3 Devi was ... a dream? Lol jks.

I loved how she was a better friend to the girls. I loved the growth of her relationship with her mum. I loved her quick wit and banter all boys. I loved that she still made some rash decisions but nothing crazy as previous seasons. Like umm yes girl, throw that drink in your lying ex-boyfriend's face.

I'm sad she let her insecurities affect her relationship with Paxton, but I 100% relate and have been there, so I felt very seen.

I feel like im rambling so I'm gonna leave s4 predictions for another post and will tag you bestie x

[onlyseokmins]

look im going going crazy out here over dk’s latest ig post HIS HANDS ARE MAKING ME GO CRAZY??? AND HIS POSE DONT LET ME GET STARTED WITH HOW HES TILTING HIS HEAD UP AS IF HES GETTING HEAD i just want to worship him and have him choke me

Ngl the content I signed up for w/ this blog (ps it's me under that table giving him head haha jk unless) 🥴 no bc lort istg I WASNT LYING HES SCULPTED BY THE PUSSY GODS 😭 I MEAN WHAT ELSE ARE HIS HANDS AND ARMS SO BUILT UP FOR OMFGNKEPWPWPE also so tempted to kiss up his neck 😭 and don't get me started on his thighs....

Anyways you and me both, anon. I don't mind sharing. He'd prolly enjoy it hehe