#i hope he feels loved on his birthday and always ����

[joeyfranchise]

all tangled up in the moon

justin herbert x fem!reader

summary: you finally began feeling open to dating in your new home of sunny la, especially since your best friend didn’t love you back the way you loved him… unless he did? a telling double date begins unraveling feelings that you didn’t know were shared…

warnings: pining/mutual pining. expressions of feelings. a LOT of fluff. explicit sexual content, MDNI. 18+ only.

word count: 6.3k.

note: my first ever justin fic!! based on so many ideas from my bestie @joeyburrrow, also happy belated birthday btw 🫂 i’m sorry i didn’t get it posted yesterday! but, she and i have talked about so much of this and this fic truly is for her. ALSO— FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC ONLY— i made justin allergic to walnuts. idk if he is or not, but it’ll make sense when you get there. i hope you like this. love you all. 💗

the dating pool in los angeles was nothing short of horrible.

sure, there were tons of people, which meant tons of options… but that also lead to some problems. there was so much diversity around, which again, is great… but it often led to mismatched partners and having trouble finding someone with all of the same interests or morals or values as you.

that being said, while messing around on dating apps, you found yourself a date that ticked more of your boxes than anyone else had since you moved to the sunny city.

his name was damon, and he worked at a law firm that wasn’t too far from your own nine-to-five job. his profile said he was 6’2, in his pictures he displayed a beautiful smile, and his interests were similar enough to yours that you figured why not give it a chance?

when you swiped right he’d messaged you nearly immediately, which could’ve been a red flag, but he kept it sweet and professional. his personality shined through his messages and you found yourself genuinely laughing at some of his jokes, and that was always a good sign.

you ran into one little problem though. you didn’t really know anyone else in l.a. except for your best friend, therefore you didn’t have many people to trust. sure, you had coworkers and acquaintances in the office, but none of them were around you enough to be able to vet through suitors from your dating life to let you know who would work and who wouldn’t.

you were also afraid to go out with someone new alone, and you blamed that on being an introvert. you ultimately made the decision that either damon would have to be okay with your first date being a double date, or you just wouldn’t go. when damon agreed it was fine, you called justin worriedly - this was going to be the hard part.

he picked up after two rings.

“is this the krusty krab?” you asked teasingly, smiling as you heard him huff out a brief laugh. he lowered his voice before answering.

“no, this is patrick.”

“yeah, justin patrick,” you teased, “unless i called the wrong brother.” you chewed on your bottom lip as you heard him chuckle again.

“that’s my name! don’t wear it out.” he joked. you could practically see the dumb grin already etched across his face. you remained silent for a moment, the weight of the question weighing on you. when you didn’t respond, justin took the lead of the conversation again.

“hey, y/n? you okay? not that i mind you calling me, of course i don’t mind… but did you need something? is everything alright?” you appreciated his ability to talk you down in moments like this, it was like he could sense your nerves even from miles away, and over a phone call.

“i’m okay. but i have a tiny favor to ask. you know you’re my most favorite best friend in the wholeee world, right?” you laughed, trying to push past the anxiety of the question you needed to ask him. “i do. what’s the favor?”

“i have a date friday night and i’ve never met him before. i didn’t know anyone else to ask and.. i was hoping maybe you and chloe could come along? like a double date?”

justin and chloe had started seeing each other recently, and you liked her enough not to really worry about their relationship. sure, she was living your dream being with justin, but you practically knew he didn’t feel the same about you. while you were completely and utterly in love with him, he still saw you as his best friend, and you had learned to accept it.

when you first met chloe you knew she wasn’t his type, she was completely different from justin… but he seemed happy, and that’s all you ever wanted for him. she was excited to meet you too, and in the few times you’d seen her since she was always genuine and kind.

“i think we can make that work, i should be out of practice in time. i’ll let chloe know and then we can figure out where to go. there’s a new restaurant downtown she and i went to a few weeks ago, you’d love it. they have really good raspberry cheesecake!” he said.

“oooh my favorite!” you cheered, already daydreaming of the delicious confection.

“i know.” he agreed. you smiled on the other end of the line, the way he knew you from cover to cover made your heart ache. you only hoped damon - and if not him, then whoever was destined for you - could be such a wonderful lover to you. someone who truly cared to learn everything there was to know about you, just like you and justin did with each other, even if only as friends.

you and justin talked for a bit longer over menial things before you ended the call, bidding him a goodnight. you made sure to text damon about your plans, letting him know you’d get back to him about a time as soon as you could.

he was excited for your date, and also excited to meet justin. you learned damon was a big fan of sports, and even though he wasn’t a chargers fan, he still really liked justin and thought he was a great player. he didn’t believe you when you first told him justin was your best friend, you had to provide him with photo evidence. the whole ordeal made you laugh. after chatting briefly with damon you put your phone on your bedside table before rolling over and getting cozy under your blankets.

you went to bed with a smile on your face that night, excited for your date with damon and also excited for him to meet your best friend.

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you sailed through the week on a high, and when friday night came you were still feeling ecstatic. you were still a little anxious about going out and meeting damon in person for the first time, but getting to know him through the week had helped you warm up a little and let your guard down.

you decided on wearing a simple black dress, classy yet not too-fancy. you curled your hair and applied a light layer of makeup before slipping on a pair of strappy black heels.

you planned on meeting justin and chloe at the restaurant at seven, giving everyone enough time to get ready and allowing justin to shower and freshen up after practice.

damon picked you up at six-thirty. he met you at your door with flowers which you graciously accepted, and you excused yourself to bring them inside and put them in water before locking up and going with damon to his car.

he opened your door for you and you slid in, buckling your seatbelt as you waited for him to get in and start the engine. it was a bit chilly out and you were grateful when damon turned up the heat before backing out of your driveway and heading to the restaurant.

you chatted with him on the drive and it was pretty pleasant, you were thankful that the conversation between you both flowed easily. you learned that his favorite football team was the los angeles rams, and you joked with him that he’d need to let you out of the car immediately because you wouldn’t stand for that nonsense.

he laughed heartily at your joke. he talked to you more about his job, you learned he was a paralegal and that he’d been in the profession for nearly four years. you told him about your experience working in human resources and you related over shared experiences.

when you arrived to the restaurant damon parked and came around to open your door, and you were quickly met by justin and chloe. damon and justin shook hands and introduced themselves to each other as you greeted chloe.

“i love your dress!” she smiled, you thanked her. “you look incredible too, chloe!”

she wore a light blue dress that came down mid-thigh and had long sleeves. she wore black heels as well, and you loved the glittery eyeshadow she had put on.

the four of you walked into the restaurant and justin spoke to the host about reservations he had so graciously called in - which you thanked him immensely for. the host led your party to a table toward the back of the restaurant and you all sat. damon made sure to pull out your chair, and justin did the same for chloe.

the waitress came by shortly after for your drink orders, you and justin both got water. chloe ordered a riesling and damon ordered a cabernet, which you found amusing. you didn’t say anything about it, though.

the waitress brought your drinks quickly and she also brought a basket of bread for the table, with little cups of cinnamon butter. you indulged in one as you listened to justin and damon begin chatting about football.

you and chloe began to chime in at times, and the atmosphere was nice. you and damon also engaged in your own quiet conversation every now and then, and you were starting to like it every time he’d flash you his award winning smile… until justin would smile at you from across the table. in those moments, you knew who your heart truly belonged to.

a few times during dinner the conversations would ebb off, or the input from chloe and damon would stop, leaving only you and justin talking to each other.

the waitress brought your food and you all began dining, while still chatting here and there about work and sports and things of that nature. the waitress came back around a bit later to take plates and your dessert orders. the men continued to talk while you and chloe ordered, with you asking for cheesecake and chloe ordering a fudgy brownie.

something damon said reminded justin of something he needed to tell you, and he turned his attention toward you quickly.

“y/n, i was meaning to tell you that my uncle had some students interested in trying to make a car run on vegetable oil.” you laughed at his statement before giving your input.

“so what, they want to install a second fuel tank i’m assuming? so the vehicle can run on diesel til it’s hot enough and then they’ll switch to the oil?” you ask. “yeah exactly. i thought it sounded pretty cool.” justin smiles. “sounds like a waste of time to me.” you say amusedly. justin tilts his head and gives you a questioning glance.

“it’s totally not a waste of time. if they can figure out how to do it, it’ll be pretty sick.” he disagrees. damon glances between you before chiming in. “i think it’d be pretty cool too!” he agrees with justin.

“do you know how many times they’d have to filter the oil before they could even use it? and they’d have to make sure to install a solenoid valve to switch between two fuel tanks. too much work.” you say, crossing your arms and looking back and forth between both men. chloe says nothing, you assume she has no idea what any of you are talking about.

you noticed damon checking the time on his phone before sliding it back into his pocket and rejoining your conversation, but mostly listening to you and justin bicker.

“it totally reminded me of that 70s show though, you know? when hyde says ‘there’s this car…. and it runs on water, man!’” justin laughs, doing a pretty decent impression of the character.

“i just feel like making modifications to your car so it could run off vegetable oil is a waste of time.” you say, leaning back slightly in your chair. justin’s girlfriend looks between the two of you with an odd look on her face, only breaking focus when she sees the waitress approaching again.

“here’s the double chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream,” she says, placing the plate in front of chloe, “and here are the slices of raspberry cheesecake.”

she places the plate in front of you and damon is quick to grab it, sliding his piece of cheesecake onto one of the extra serving plates. chloe picks her fork up excitedly, slicing into the brownie and taking a small bite. her eyes roll as she tastes it, the richness of the chocolate has to be delectable. you watch as she cuts another small bite, this time more toward the center of the brownie where you can see it has small pieces of walnut in it.

she reaches over to cup justin’s jaw, squeezing a bit to get him to open his mouth so she can feed it to him. you ignore the slightly jealous feeling bubbling in your stomach as she brings it closer to his mouth, but you can’t get your words out. justin looks at her with a puzzled expression. he hadn’t been paying attention to her or what she ordered, so he has no idea what she’s about to feed him.

as if on instinct, your hand shot across the table and closed around her wrist, stopping her from feeding him. “s-sorry.. uh, justin is allergic to walnuts.” you say, lowering your gaze so you don’t make eye contact with her. she lets go of his jaw and he shrugs sheepishly.

“sorry baby.” she tells him, eating the bite for herself. “it’s okay.” justin replies. his eyes find yours for a fleeting moment, nervous energy is shared between you. damon watches the entire ordeal silently, passing glances between the three of you as he eats his dessert.

you pick up your fork and take a bite too, and the tartness of the raspberry dances across your tongue in a pleasant way. justin was right with his recommendation, this restaurant truly is amazing. damon and justin begin conversing again, and you stay quiet as you eat, listening attentively.

chloe chimes in a few times, earning laughs from both men with her unintentional humor. you slide the last bite of cheesecake on your fork and bring it to your lips, ready to enjoy it, when suddenly your fork is plucked from your hand. you look up to find justin eating the last bite straight off of your fork. yours.

while you’re on a double date. with other people.

your gaze quickly flips from justin to chloe and then to damon as you try to gauge their expressions. damon doesn’t seem to notice or care as he continues talking about football, and justin nods along with what damon is saying as if this ordeal was the most normal thing that has ever happened.

sure, you and justin are close enough to eat off each others forks and sometimes even drink from the same cup or can, but the fact that he did it on a double date baffled you. neither of the men at the table seemed to be giving it a second thought, but when your gaze shifts to chloe you can tell she’s perturbed in some way. her eyes are slightly squinted as she looks you up and and down, and then her gaze shifts to justin as she does the same to him.

you continue to sit quietly at the table, listening to the men talk. chloe stays quiet, too. the tension between the two of you feels almost palpable.

you would never want to come between her and justin, even if you did have feelings for him throughout all these years.

the rest of the time spent in the restaurant went by in a blur. eventually damon and justin stopped talking, realizing that you and chloe hadn’t shared a word, and they mutually decided that dinner should be over.

damon and justin split the checks and pay before each of you stand from the table to leave. when you make it outside you suck in a deep breath of the fresh air, you’ve felt like you were suffocating for the last fifteen minutes. all of you say goodbye to each other before you get into damon’s car, and chloe into justin’s.

the drive back to your house is quiet. you’re anxious, your throat feels tight and you know your cheeks must be incredibly pink. damon hasn’t even glanced at you and you’re afraid to say a word because if you do you’ll start crying.

he finally pulls into your drive and parks the car before looking at you for the first time since you left the restaurant. you wring your hands together before looking back at him, expecting the worst.

“that was fun, justin is a really nice guy.” his voice is genuine as he speaks to you, but you’re prepared for where this is going. “he loves you, y/n.”

you look at him with bewilderment as he continues speaking. you want to say something, but he holds up a finger to tell you to wait. “before you start with the whole ‘he doesn’t feel that way about me’ spiel, he does. i saw how you looked at each other all night. he doesn’t look at her like that.”

tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes as he speaks, and you turn your gaze from his so he won’t see. “you love each other, y/n. it’s okay. i had fun, i’m glad i met you.” he says, reaching over the console to grab your hand. he gives it a gentle squeeze and you look back up at him as he smiles at you. “i would like to be your friend, if that’s okay.”

“yeah, we can stay friends, of course.” you tell him. he lets go of your hand and gets out of the car, circling around to get your door and walk you up the front steps. before you can walk up damon pulls you in for a hug, which you reluctantly accept.

“it was nice meeting and going out with you, y/n. don’t be a stranger!” he says, and then he lets you go and gets back into his car, driving off down the street.

you let yourself in the house and lock the door behind you before collapsing on the couch. you don’t have the energy to move, to take off your shoes, or to even be worried about your makeup.

you just sit there, and you cry. you cry for all the lost time, if it is true and he does love you. and if damon’s wrong, and you do take the time to tell justin how you feel and he rejects you… well, you should go ahead and cry for that too. you cry for the only boy you’ve ever loved.

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justin buckles his seatbelt and holds his foot down on the brake before backing out of his parking spot at the restaurant, ready to get home and into more comfortable clothing. chloe sits beside him silent, like she did for most of the dinner.

he spares a glance her way and notices her posture is rigid, her lips are pressed into a tight, thin line. justin reaches over to grasp her hand but she flinches away from his touch.

“are you okay?” he asks her, his tone concerned. “i’m okay. can you take me to my house, please?” she asks. her voice sounds small, she sounds upset.

“of course.” justin agrees. they hadn’t been dating long enough to make the steps to move in together, but chloe frequented his house often as long as he was home. he thought it was a bit strange that she wanted to go home, but he waited to question it.

when he pulled in her driveway and parked she was quick to jump out of the car and make her way inside. justin turned the car off and pocketed the keys before following chloe inside.

“um, is everything okay?” he asked, stepping into the living room. “no. we need to talk.” chloe said, sitting down on the couch. justin sat next to her and place a reassuring hand on her knee as he waited for her to speak.

“i think we should break up.”

justin is taken aback by her confession, but he doesn’t speak. he waits to hear her out. “i really like you, justin. and i think you like me. but you don’t love me. and you never will, because you love someone else.”

“what?” he asks, his tone incredulous. “you love y/n, justin. you know it, i know it, everyone on the planet knows it… except for her. i think you’re both idiots.” chloe smiles softly.

justin looks around the room nervously, waiting for chloe to speak again. “you’re both idiots because what you’ve been looking for has been in front of you the whole time. it was obvious you two should have been on a date. you both carried the conversation, you were doing silly impressions to make her laugh… you look at her like she’s your most prized possession, justin.”

he takes a deep breath before looking at chloe and finally speaking. “i’m sorry.” is all he’s able to mutter out.

“you don’t need to apologize. i’ll admit, i was upset at first. but on the drive i thought about it, and i just want you to be happy. and i figured someone needed to tell you that girl loves you, because if the two of you have been friends this long and you haven’t figured it out, i’m afraid you never will.” she laughs. “and god, i didn’t even know you were allergic to walnuts.”

justin laughs too before reaching over and pulling chloe into him for a hug. “thank you for telling me all that… and i am sorry. i really am.”

“it’s okay, justin. just get the girl, okay?” she says, shooing him out the door. he waves goodbye before walking off to his car and heading home.

when he arrives home he sits in the driveway pondering… did you really love him back? and if you have, how long? and what was he going to do?

he thinks of all the time he’s lost out on if it’s true, and you do love him back. he’d supressed the feelings for as long as he could remember because he never knew he had a chance - he never thought he’d be the one for you. and if he wasn’t he knew it’d break him, but all he wanted was your happiness.

all he knew right now was that he loved you, that you were the only girl he’d ever loved.

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you don’t talk to justin for a week.

you’re afraid to. usually, he’s the first person you run to about anything, but since the subject matter is him, you feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. you spend the entire week sad, crying into your coffee or whatever dinner you’ve chosen to eat after work (usually cereal), and watching lifetime movies that are guaranteed to make you feel worse - they make the longing in your chest burn.

justin finally texts you on friday night, and you’re afraid to open it. you let it sit unread for half an hour before your phone starts ringing on the end table. it’s justin, you know it is, but you’re afraid to answer. you pick up your phone slowly and slide your thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“hello?” you sniffle, picking up a tissue to wipe your nose. “hey y/n, you okay?” justin asks.

“yeah, lifetime movie, sorry. what’s up?”

“just wanted to see if you wanna come over and hangout? i haven’t heard from you all week, i miss you.” he says. you miss him too. but are you ready to see him after what happened?

against your better judgment, you agree to go over. after all, he is your best friend. if anyone can get you feeling better, it’s justin. you hang up the call and slide on your slippers before grabbing your keys and phone and heading over to his house.

you didn’t bother changing, you didn’t care what you looked like in front of him. he’d seen you sick as a dog before, he even held your hair when you puked a few times, so he could handle seeing you in an old ratty tshirt and sweatpants that were a few sizes too big.

there’s also no way he could ever judge you for having greasy hair.

you make the quick drive to his place and you almost panic and leave before calming yourself down and walking to the front door. it’s just justin. this is no big deal.

you knock twice but you know he already knows you’re there, and he swings the door open quickly before pulling you into a tight hug. physical affection is something you both enjoy, and you’ve missed him. you wrap your arms tightly around him and squeeze back.

justin laughs as he looks down at you. “sometimes i forget how small you are.”

“or maybe you’re sasquatch.” you say, giving him a shove. he lets go and steps aside so you can get in the door, and you waste no time in sliding your slippers off plopping down on his couch. you notice his house seems a little… different, but you can’t put your finger on it.

justin closes the door and makes his way over to you, acting like he’s going to sit on your lap. “don’t even think about it.” you tell him, bringing your legs up to your chest. he sits next to you and leans into your side.

“how was your week?” he asks you innocently. “it was horrible.” you reply. you share the most miniscule details with him when he tries pressing you further, because you’re too afraid to tell him what’s really wrong. justin listens intently either way, hoping to find something he can do to make you feel better.

“well how’s it been with damon?” he finally asks, and you freeze. justin moves so he can lay his head on your lap, and he straightens out your legs before doing so. your hand naturally finds its way into his hair, your nails raking along his scalp soothingly. he shudders.

“damon um… well. he didn’t wanna go on another date. it wasn’t because he didn’t like me, though. he just said… he could tell u didn’t like him.”

justin hums softly. “interesting.” he says.

“what’s interesting?” you ask him. “chloe broke up with me.”

“WHAT?” you shout, startling him a bit. “sorry… i mean, what? why? i thought you guys really liked each other?”

“well, she liked me a lot. and i liked her but… i don’t love her. she really helped me realize a lot of feelings i had that i’d been holding back.” he turns his head to look up at you and smiles and - oh. oh.

the look he’s giving you seems to be full of pure adoration, pure love. and you realize that he always looks at you like this.

tears start to form in your eyes again and justin sits up, this time pulling you into his lap. “you okay?” he asks, soothingly rubbing his hand over your back.

that’s why it seemed different - all her stuff was gone.

“i don’t know. what’s happening here?” you ask him, burying your face in his neck. “chloe helped me realize that i love you, y/n. i always knew it, deep down. but… i don’t know. i never really thought you felt the same.”

“damon said the same to me. that he could, um, tell we loved each other. are we just stupid?” you ask him, pulling away from his neck to look in his eyes.

“apparently two idiots in love.” he says. his hand finds the back of your hair and smooths over it softly before he pulls you into his neck again, crushing you in another hug.

“so where do we go from here?” you ask, enjoying his embrace. “i guess forward.” he jokes, poking at your sides. “together, of course, if you want that. as a couple.”

you can’t help the giddy feeling bubbling up inside you as he speaks. of course you want that, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. “i love you, justin.” you finally say, and being able to tell him to his face is like a dream come true. “i love you back.” he says softly. you meet his gaze once again and he looks nervous, but you aren’t sure why.

“what’s wrong?” you ask him sweetly. you softly touch his cheek, smoothing over it with your thumb. he doesn’t say another word, but he leans in and kisses you.

you feel dizzy, your heart is pounding incredibly hard against your chest. justin is over the moon too. your lips begin moving in sync, neither of you able to catch a decent breath as you devour each other hungrily. justin's hands find your waist and he pulls you into him further, and your arms circle around his neck.

he pulls away for a second before jumping right back in, awkwardly bumping his nose against yours. you both laugh before kissing again. this is truly what euphoria feels like. you don’t know how long you both sit there taking each other apart, whether it’s minutes, hours or days.

what matters is it’s happening. finally.

your hands trail down his biceps as he continues kissing you, leaving a trail from the corner of your mouth down to the exposed column of your throat. your breath hitches when his lips meet one of your most sensitive spots, right where your neck meets your shoulder. “you okay?” he says, sounding concerned.

“i’m nervous.” you whisper. his gaze is soft as he looks at you, half smile spreading across his face. “it’s okay,” he whispers back, “we don’t have to take this any further until you’re ready.”

you hug him again and kiss his cheek softly. “i want to. i’m just nervous.”

“there’s no reason to be afraid.” he assures you. “do you wanna…” he starts, cocking his head to the side and motioning toward the direction of his bedroom. you nod a simple yes.

he stands with you and leads you down the hall to his room, although you know very well where it is. you’ve spent countless nights here cuddled up with him.

he twists the knob slowly and pushes the door open before guiding you inside, and meeting your lips with his again. the kiss is soft and gentle, and he walks you back toward his bed without breaking contact. once you’ve reached the side of the bed he pulls away and reaches behind himself with one arm, grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head in one swift motion.

uou hop up onto his bed and get cozy against the pillows as he crawls onto the bed too, leaning over you. you rake your nails over the planes of his chest as he presses a kiss to your forehead. his fingertips find the hem of your sweater and his gaze meets yours, waiting for your approval. you nod, and he slides both hands under it before lifting it over your head.

you’re wearing a simple white bra, but justin is looking at you like you’ve just descended down from heaven. you know he won’t ask you to take it off so you let what little bit of confidence you have flowing through your veins take over, and you quickly reach behind you to unclasp it.

justin sucks in a deep breath at the sight of you. you’re easily the most breathtaking woman he’s ever seen in his life, you have been since he first laid eyes on you… but seeing you like this… he feels like he’s died and made it to the afterlife.

you don’t hide your gawking either, his toned body has always been something you’ve enjoyed staring at whether he noticed it or not. “you’re so beautiful,” justin tells you, leaning in to capture your lips again. as he crawls over your body you can feel his length through his sweatpants, it lays hard and heavy over your leg. you shudder at the thought of it.

justin’s hands slide up your torso and he caresses your breasts softly before tweaking both of your nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. you arch upward into him and your body is covered in gooseflesh as you await his touch again.

you’ve never felt such pleasure and satisfaction in your life, and he’s only barely started. you’re sure that you’ve soaked through your panties and sweatpants at this point. he continues to grab at your chest as he kisses you and you moan out his name softly, causing him to rut against your leg. he needs you just as much as you need him, you can tell.

“justin, i’m ready. i want you.” you tell him, breaking away from his kiss to look into his eyes. he smiles down at you and raises his eyebrow, making sure one more time. “i’m ready.” you promise him. his hands grab the waistband of your sweatpants before pulling them down your legs quickly, along with your panties.

he pulls his off next and your mouth falls open, gawking at the sight in front of you. sure… justin was 6’6, everything about him was big… but holy shit. he is huge.

he smiles at you nervously before reassuring you, “it’ll be okay, i won’t hurt you. i swear.” you almost think you could faint at how cute and sexy he his. you tell him you don’t need any prep but he won’t allow it, and he uses the pad of his thumb to circle your clit quickly as he enters two fingers into you to work you open.

after a few minutes you’re ready, you can’t take anymore and you’re practically begging him to fuck you. he blushes at the sound of your moans, but his chest fills with pride knowing he’s making you feel so good. he pulls his fingers from your soaking heat slowly before wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes. you let him situate your body how he needs to and he ends up with your ankles right at his shoulders as he prepares to push into you.

he’s lucky you’re flexible. his lips find yours again as he pushes in and your thankful because his kisses swallow your gasps. he moves slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated, and he waits a few minutes before moving so he doesn’t hurt you. when he finally pulls out and pushes back in, he moans loudly at how amazing you feel around him. you moan too, you’ve never felt so full in your life - and you’ve never felt so fulfilled either.

he moves to kiss you again and bumps his nose against yours again sweetly as his hands find yours and he tangles your fingers together. his movements are calculated, slow and methodical as he takes you apart, and unravels you in the very best way.

the room is filled with soft moans and labored breaths and the sounds of you kissing each other anywhere your lips can find. it doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak and tears prick at your eyes when you do. this is all you’ve ever wanted, and it’s beautiful, it’s magical. justin feels the same.

you warn him that you’re close and he tells you it’s okay, you can let go for him. “cum for me, it’s okay. i love you, y/n.” and that’s all it takes. his admission of love knocks you straight over the edge and into the thrashing waters, your orgasm taking over your whole body. he cums soon after, his body enjoying the feeling of you squeezing him as he rides out his high.

when he pulls out of you he stand quickly, running off to his bathroom to grab a warm wet towel to clean you both up. he didn’t bother asking if you were on the pill, he already knows every aspect of your life anyway.

justin cleans all your sensitive areas with the warm rag before wiping himself off and sliding back into bed with you, pulling the covers over your bodies.

“that was amazing.” you admit.

“yeah it was. you know how long we could’ve been doing that?” he laughs, and you giggle too. “i love you.” you tell him. “i love you too, so much. can i tell you something stupidly embarrassing, though?” he asks, and you roll over to face him. “oh god, what justin?”

“remember after we graduated, right after you turned eighteen and we had that pool party?”

“yeah, i remember.” you say. it was one of your fondest memories, actually. “that little yellow bikini you wore… i just thought i should admit to you now that i thought about you in that so much when i was jerking it that i thought my dick would fall off.”

both of you erupt in laughter, the admission funny and embarrassing, although endearing too. “that’s okay, remember right before we went to college and you were teaching me how to drive but you kept getting frustrated and yelling at me? i thought that was the hottest i’d ever seen you.” you say. he pulls you into his chest and kisses you softly.

“you’re getting me all worked up again, baby,” he laughs, kissing at your cheek toward your ear. “looks like we’re gonna have to go for round two.”

- - -

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

please don’t ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere)

k. bakugou x reader

moments in the year where katsuki realized he’s in love with you. happy new years 🤍

inspired by new years day

february 14

he’s driving you home after a date, one hand on the steering wheel, the other intertwined with yours. city lights pass through the windows in a blur, the road long enough for you to tell it’ll be a long way home.

he’s stressed, a little. you can tell by how he grips your hand, and the way he seems not totally focused on anything in particular. you still feel safe- he’s a great driver- but his inner thoughts aren’t lost on you. normally, he’s the toast of the town, and you’re right there with him. he’s aware of his reputation, and the love he gets from fans. but with fame comes the public eye, and even he isn’t immune to it.

he’s been striking out more lately. his abrasive attitude that you love isn’t always loved by everyone. his slip ups and mistakes seem to make headlines more than his achievements. its grating on him, and he hopes you don’t notice.

but you do, because thats what you do for people you love.

1. 2. 3. you squeeze his hand three times. i love you, it spells out. i’ll love you when you’re at your best and worst. no matter what.

at first, he thinks you’re just playing with his hand, crimson eyes flickering over to you and then back to the road. exactly 2 seconds later, he gets what you really mean.

1. 2. 3. 4. he grips your hand back. i love you, too. he says, without actually saying anything. i will never not love you. you’re the only person who stays for me no matter what. and for that, i love you.

unspoken words you both know to be true that night.

april 20

he doesn’t really celebrate his birthday, but his friends and colleagues always insist on it. he snarls, scoffing, finding it all pompous and unnecessary, until he sees your starry eyes planning his special day. he can’t say no to you.

he wasn’t expecting much when he unlocked the door to his apartment. he had a feeling you’d throw him a surprise party, but he didn’t think you’d gather his old classmates in his home to celebrate with him.

he’s stunned for a moment, until his lips curve into a begrudging smile. a room full of people, on his birthday, and the first person he looks for is you.

“thanks, dumbass.” he murmurs, a few drinks in while his arm finds your waist. his smile is like sunshine, though you rarely see it when its genuine. you pretend not to notice the ‘ews’ and laughs from your peers when he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

he has work tomorrow morning. he’ll definitely regret drinking as much as he did. he decides he’ll take an advil and get it over with.

he knows how much he’s loved you from the moment he entered that party. he realizes it more when you call in for him the next day, his hangover palpable, with you by his side.

“you didn’t have to do that.” he groans, but he isn’t annoyed. its a little embarrassing being taken care of, but he isn’t complaining when its with you.

“its just one day, babe.” you hum, holding his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. “you deserved the break.”

“pro-heroes don’t get breaks.” he adds.

“okay… but i missed you.” you smile a little, trying to win him over.

you already have.

june 26

katsuki is used to criminal activity. when he hears about it, he keeps a level head and a resting bitch face, ready to deal with whatever comes his way. all that rationality is thrown out the window when he hears you had been caught up in it and injured.

he runs through every medic, frantically searching for you like his life depends on it. he’s imagining every worst case scenario, heart beating out of his chest and snapping at anyone who asks whats wrong.

“katsuki!” you finally call out to him. he turns and is relieved to see you’ve only managed a broken arm. the sigh of relief that leaves his lips is a testament to how much he cares, arms wrapping around you, not giving a single fuck who sees.

“are you okay, idiot? are you hurt anywhere else?” his eyes scan you for injuries. you physically have to cup his face and bring his attention back to whats important: you’re okay. and so is he.

“i’m fine.” you almost laugh, savouring his rare moment of vulnerability. he has things to do, reporters to talk to and damage to control, but you’re the priority right now. you’re what he loves the most.

you never know how much you care until you think you’re going to lose it.

september 12

being a gruff, muscular, powerful hero, katsuki think’s he’s too strong for panic attacks. he’s also wrong.

he hopes you’re in a deep enough sleep not to notice his pacing. to him, the room is on fire, only the smoke is invisible and only he can feel the flame.

his breathing picks up, pains in his chest while the tremors set in. his heart races, nauseous and sweating while he tries to get his bearings. all of his heroes die all alone, just like he will.

“just breathe.”

he’s commanded by you, not even realizing you woke up. he feelings your touch on him, taking his hand and placing it overtop your chest. he wants to ask you when you woke up, or for how long you’ve been watching him, but he can’t seem to ground himself enough for that.

“its okay, kats.” you coo, pulling him into a hug, as if shielding him from his own anxiety. “just breathe. you’re safe here.”

he can save you from villains and threats, be your knight in shining armour, your hero. you, on the other hand, can save him from himself. and thats the moment he knows he’ll love you for as long as he breathes. even if you were to one day become a stranger to him- his heart would recognize you anywhere.

december 31st - 5 minutes to midnight

there’s glitter on the floor, polaroids tossed around lazily. kirishima’s annual new years party wouldn’t be complete without you and your boyfriend, katsuki, in attendance. people drink and blast music, reminiscing on this past year. in just 5 minutes, the world would begin again.

he could be with his friends, drunk on love, laughter, and booze. he could relish in the fame of his success and achievements. but all of that seems so small, so trivial, when he sees you out on the balcony, alone.

“idiot?” he peers out, seeing you leaning over the railing, looking out at the stars. “what’re you doing out here? everyone’s gonna start counting down.”

“hey.” you hum as he walks over to you. his arm so naturally finds its way around your waist, like it belongs there. loving you is like breathing for him.

“you know 5 years ago today, you just graduated.” you reminisce, watching his red eyes grow contemplative.

“yeah? so?” he utters, not getting your point.

“nothing, just… so many people spend new years focusing on whats ending. and thats good. i just… when i look at you, katsuki… i think of my future.”

his heart swells at that.

“damn it, idiot.” he huffs, forehead resting against yours, a dumb smile on his face. “my life has been better with you. everything has been better since you.”

you both hear the sounds of cheering, counting down to midnight. time ceases when katsuki looks at you, whole centuries passing when he holds your gaze. you melt his tough exterior and the ashes of his ambition. you become his dreams, his everything.

“10!”

“i never want you to be a stranger, ever.”

“9!”

“i wanna laugh with you for the rest of my life.”

“8!”

“i wanna hold on to every memory with you.”

“7!”

“this is so fucking corny.”

“6!”

“i know, i don’t care.”

“5!”

“i’d spend all my midnights with you.”

“4!”

“and all my new years days.”

“you hate cleaning up after parties, though.”

“i can’t hate anything when its with you. i love you, [y/n].”

“i love you too, katsuki.”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

january 1st

the truth is, he has always known he’s loved you. he’s never needed the reminder, like its the one sure thing in his life. for as long as he lives, he’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day.

[supernova41st]

(•••) got you a present!

Sonic (characters) x reader *What gifts would they give?

A/n: This idea can e out of nowhere but it’s cute so why not. We’re keeping this one short and sweet because I wanna see if anyone likes my sonic writing. Also knuckles more movie based since I haven’t really seen other forms of media with him in it—other than that the others are pretty general, enjoy!!

Warnings: None

Divider creds: @enchanthings-a

Knuckles

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Well.. he definitely gives you gifts!!

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Knuckles mostly gives you things he randomly finds outdoors, rocks, sticks, leafs, etc.

“Whatcha got there, Knuckles?”

“It appears to be a pine cone.. hm, (Y/N) would enjoy having this pine cone!”

“..Yeah I bet 😀”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Don’t put him in charge of gift wrapping. Obviously he isn’t that good since he doesn’t use his individual fingers. He isn’t a fan of doing it either, he’d be wasting 10 different rolls of wrapping paper and tape.

“Why.. won’t.. this.. stuffed.. bear.. be consumed by the wrapping paper!!”

“Aww, you got me a bear?”

“AAH! You were not supposed to hear that!!”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Depending on your liking of nature things, he’s pretty average at gift giving. So he’s a solid 8/10

Shadow

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Shadow is kinda chique with it (only because he’s dating you), he’d be buying you expensive perfumes the most.

“Jesus, shadow! Carolina Herrera? This is like the most expensive perfume I know!!”

“Yeah? Well, I just saw how popular it was so I thought you’d like it..”

“No it’s nice, it’s just real pricy—wait how’d you get this??”

“Don’t worry about it, just use it. That thing wasn’t easy to get”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི NEVER gives anyone but you a gift. The best he’ll give anyone is 10$ in a Christmas card if he feels like it

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི If you put him in charge of wrapping gifts he’d do it a little too well. His wrapping is IMPOSSIBLE to open! For knuckles it’s light work but the gift inside gets pretty ruined afterwards

“Who did the wrapping for this? I can barely open it!”

“It was me, what? You too weak to open some thin paper??”

“Dude—no one here can open any of the gifts you wrapped. What’d you put your whole chaos energy in this thing?”

ྀིྀིྀིྀ Shadow is totally a 9.5/10, he goes a bit overboard but it’s better than nothing.

Amy

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Amy absolutely LOVES gift giving. She’s real good at it too!! All the gifts she’s given have always ended up in the person having a warm smile on their face (except for shadow)

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི She’s mostly good at getting her gf(s) gifts, can you blame her? Girlies understanding girlies <33

“Here you go (Y/N)! This one’s from me”

“gasp How’d you know I use glow recipe??”

“You left your moisturizer at my house once—hope you like it”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Her casual gifts are more crafty than her holiday/birthday ones. She’d randomly give some cute friendship bracelet or an origami version of you.

“Just keep your eyes closed, no peaking!”

“Okay okay!! Just hurry up your getting me excited”

“Alright.. open”

“Aww! Is this a little version of you?”

“Yep, you can carry it around with you so that I’m still with you when you’re not there ^^”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Her gift wrapping is done with so much care, not a single open flap of wrapping paper in sight. Although she does tend to use gift bags more often, it’s just easier and looks cuter in her opinion.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀ Amy is an easy 10/10. Seriously, this girl does not play when it comes to got gift giving.

[reimaybe]

🎧: 'cause you have to — lany

"wait for me, okay?"

those were the last words you heard from sae. honestly, it seemed like he wanted to say more, but he held back. with a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure his parents weren’t watching, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking away. you could’ve sworn his ears were tinged pink.

rin nudged you with a smirk, the kind that screamed mischief. "i saw that," he muttered under his breath, grinning annoyingly. you rolled your eyes in response, brushing off his teasing.

still, those unsaid words lingered in your mind. you hoped they were what you thought they were. the three words that would have secured his spot in your future, the spot next to your bed, and the spot on your left ring finger. but even without saying them, you felt like you were already his. that kiss said enough.

a few years. that’s not too bad, right?

your relationship with sae during his early months in spain was great. though he wasn’t the type to communicate much, you could tell that he was actually trying. every few days, you’d get a call from him. one time, when you asked why he always opted to call instead of text, he simply responded, "typing is annoying." in truth however, he just wanted to hear your voice.

but as the months passed, the calls grew less frequent. rin complained (and teased) especially, since you were the only one sae kept in touch with. you bribed rin with the popsicle sae used to buy to shut him up, and he immediately stopped sulking.

the turning point in your relationship came about a year after sae left. the calls turned into texts, reserved only for special occasions.

sae: happy birthday

[name]: i miss you

he left you on read, no response. after that, sae stopped reaching out entirely. your attempts to contact him went unanswered. you were his, but was he still yours?

no. was he ever yours to begin with?

in the three years without sae, you often felt like something was missing. the ache was subtle but constant. those years were especially hard: dealing with your studies, fending off a few persistent suitors, and enduring rin's teenage phase. honestly, you managed just fine. rin was great for scaring off suitors with a single glare, and you threw yourself into studying as a distraction. but the hardest part, the part you could never quite get used to, was the feeling of longing for someone halfway across the world.

once, you even tried to let someone else in, to open your heart just a little. and then you saw one of sae's interviews—calm, stoic, untouchable. that was all it took to slam your heart shut again. you felt sorry for the person you'd rejected, but not as sorry as you felt for yourself. you knew how pathetic it was to yearn for someone who probably didn’t even think of you.

now, at seventeen, you’re packing your life into boxes, shoving them into the back of a car. you hug your parents goodbye as they tearfully remind you to call often (which brought a dagger to your heart as you remember a specific someone), their voices cracking with pride and sadness. you’re not just leaving for university. you’re leaving behind everything—this house, this town, and the memories that haunted you.

and then, in a heartbeat, everything changed.

as you pulled out of the driveway, your thoughts consumed by all that you were leaving behind, the world outside blurred into an indistinct haze. a momentary distraction—a glance at your phone, a message from sae.

sae: i'm here. can we talk?

your heart dropped. why was he here, now of all times? you couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. you believed that he loved you—at least, the younger sae did. a part of you longed to believe that he still loved you like he did back then.

you loved him in that spring, and as much as you hated to admit it, you still loved him in this winter. but what about him? doubts began to creep in. maybe you had outgrown each other. maybe sae had outgrown you. maybe you'd become a distraction to him, dead weight—nothing but a reminder of a past he could no longer hold on to. perhaps this was just his way of giving you closure.

the questions lingered in your mind: “did you only love me because of that kiss? did you only love me because of the promises you made? does some part of you feel like you owe it to the boy you used to be? do you only love me 'cause you have to?”

the screech of tires, the crunch of metal against metal, and then the darkness swallowed you whole. in those final moments, as the realization of what was happening crashed over you, the last remnants of sae’s voice echoed in your mind, blending with the chaos of the moment. you had been ready to leave it all behind, but now, it seemed, the goodbyes you gave would be your last.

"i'll leave you two alone," rin whispers, taking one last glance at your tombstone before walking away.

"sorry," sae whispers. though there are a million things he wants to say, that's all he's able to let out. afraid that if he talks any more, his facade will break down, and the carefully constructed walls he built around his heart will shatter under the weight of his grief. he wishes he could have been the one to love you more. he clenches his fists, feeling the sting of unshed tears burning at the corners of his eyes.

it hurts to know he will never hear your voice again, never be able to kiss your forehead again, and the crushing weight of it all leaves him hollow. a shell of the person he used to be, forever haunted by the knowledge that he let you slip away when he should have fought to keep you close.

"i'll take my leave now," he whispers to rin, hands in his pockets with the coldest expression rin has ever seen.

the younger itoshi wanted to say something. fight in your stead for all the pain his elder brother had caused you, but he understood that causing a scene here wouldn't be good.

plus, the tears on sae's face spoke enough.

[tojisglazer]

Special birthday post to my #1 baby💞💞

You show your boyfriend, Toji, what a birthday truly feels like.

This one’s gonna be a long one so yk.. not proofread either I might just tweak out

Toji never celebrated his birthday. He figured if his parents never bothered, why should he? The thought lingered like a quiet ache, one he’d long since learned to forget. Plus, to him, birthdays were just a reminder that he was getting older—one year closer to death. To make matters worse, his birthday fell in winter—a season that carried the weight of horrible memories.

The biting cold always took him back to a time when he was nothing more than an outcast within his own family, shunned and treated like a burden. He could still feel the sting of their cruel words, the bruises from hands that should have protected him, and the hollow ache of being ignored as if he didn’t exist. Winter wasn’t just a season; it was a reminder of the nights he spent in the freezing dark, desperate for warmth—physical or emotional—that never came. Leaving his cursed life behind had freed him in some ways, but it had also left him utterly alone, with no one to care whether he lived or died.

However, that all melted away the moment he met you. You were the light in his life that guided him out the shadows of his past. For the first time, the cold that seemed to have a strong hold on his heart began to thaw, replaced by the warmth of your presence and the care you so freely gave. You made him feel like he finally had a place to call home—a feeling he had long convinced himself he didn’t deserve. You gave him the time to heal and the love he never realized he was missing. He dreams of making you feel as loved and cherished as you’ve made him feel, determined to be the one who protects your heart and gives you everything he never had. You gave him hope, and now all he wants is to make you feel like you’re the center of his world.

On December 31st, you find out it’s his birthday. The revelation catches you off guard, knowing how little he’s mentioned it to you. It saddens you, realizing he’s spent so many years without anyone to celebrate him. But now, you’re determined to make this one different, to show him he’s worth celebrating.

You head up to your shared bedroom and find Toji fast asleep and snug under the blankets. A soft smile spreads across your face as you take in how peaceful he looks, his usual sharp edges softened in slumber.

“Jiji…” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, your breath warm against his skin. Slowly, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open, the warmth of your kiss pulling him from the depths of sleep. For a moment, he just lay there, his gaze soft and unfocused, a small contented smile curling on his lips as he recognized your presence.

“Mornin’, ma,” He murmured, his voice low and raspy, the sound stirring something deep inside you. His hand slid to your waist, his touch warm and steady as he traced slow, soothing circles on your soft skin. “Five more minutes,” He added, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you, his lips brushing softly against yours in a fleeting, tender kiss, as if to anchor himself in your presence.

“Not today, sweetheart,” You giggled, sitting up despite Toji’s annoyed groan as he tried to pull you back down. “Did you forget? It’s your birthday today!” He blinked at you, his brows knitting together, staring as if you’d suddenly grown three eyes.

Realizing it was his day today, he seemed indifferent, his expression barely shifting. Deep down, he was surprised you even remembered. Toji had never considered his birthday worth celebrating, but the way you looked at him, full of excitement and warmth, made something.. unfamiliar.. stir in his chest. He didn’t know how to feel about it—part of him wanted to brush it off, but another part, buried deep, didn’t want to ruin your mood.

“Come on—get up!” You say, tugging at his arm with all your might, ignoring the deep groans of protest coming from beneath the blanket.

“Can’t we jus’ stay n’bed, baby?” He whines, his voice muffled as he buries his face into the pillow you tried yanking away. He clung stubbornly to the edge of the mattress, like a child not wanting to leave a candy store.

“Nope,” you reply with a grin, hands on your hips, your determination unwavering. “We’re not wasting your birthday in bed.” You grab his hand again, this time bracing yourself for another round of resistance, though his half-hearted effort to stay put only makes you laugh. “Besides, I have some gifts for you!” you add, your tone light and teasing as you tug at his arm again. His groans falter for a moment, and you catch the brief flicker of curiosity in his eyes, though he quickly masks it with a huff of reluctance.

“Is it head?” He mutters, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. You gasp, smacking his bicep, which only earns a tired chuckle from him.

“Fine, fine, I’ll get up, mama.” He says, dragging himself upright, the grin still plastered on his face as he stretches lazily. Toji groaned as he rubbed his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair sticking out in every direction. “Happy now?” he mumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward as you stood in front of him, clearly pleased with yourself.

“Very,” you chirped, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his forehead. “Now, get dressed. I got a little something to show you.”

He raised a brow at you, suspicious. “Yeah? And what is that lil’ something?”

“You’ll see,” you teased, giving him a wink before disappearing into the hallway.

A short while later, Toji found himself sitting at the kitchen table, still half-asleep but now dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. His brow furrowed as he watched you bustling around the room, a spark of energy in your every movement.

“Here,” you said, sliding a small plate in front of him. Sitting in the middle was a cupcake, frosted with a messy swirl of chocolate icing and a single candle stuck in the center. You grinned sheepishly. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted to start your day with something sweet.”

Toji stared at the cupcake, his brows furrowing. “A candle? Really?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, really,” you replied, crossing your arms. “It’s tradition. Don’t act like it’s weird.”

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply as his eyes flicked between you and the cupcake. “I don’t know, feels kinda stupid,” he mumbled, but the way his gaze lingered on the small dessert told you otherwise.

“It’s not stupid,” you said, leaning closer, your tone softening. “Just make a wish, baby. It’s one little moment—for me, okay?”

He sighed, still hesitant, but under your expectant gaze, he finally leaned forward. Closing his eyes briefly, he blew out the candle with a reluctant huff.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” you teased, clapping as he shook his head with a faint smirk.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, trying to act indifferent, though the small, almost imperceptible curl of his lips betrayed him.

The next few hours were spent unwrapping gifts you had secretly hidden away over the past month. Each one was chosen with care: a sleek new jacket to replace his worn-out one, a specialized set of tools perfectly suited for his line of work—practical, efficient, and impossible to trace—and a rare vintage watch he’d once mentioned in passing but had never expected to own.

Toji held up the tools, inspecting them with sharp eyes. “These are… really high-end,” he murmured, running his fingers over the polished surface.

“Only the best for you,” you said with a grin. “I figured you could use something reliable.”

He set them down carefully, his hand lingering on the case for a moment before turning to the next gift. When he unwrapped the watch, his eyes widened slightly, and he was silent for a moment, holding the weight of it in his palm.

“How did you even—?” he started, his voice faltering as he looked at you, a mix of surprise and something deeper flickering in his expression.

“I pay attention,” you said softly, leaning against the couch beside him. “And you deserve it, Toji. All of it.”

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as if he were trying to hold something back. He set the watch down carefully on the table and leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, a soft, broken sound escaped his lips.

“Toji?” you whispered, concern lacing your voice.

He shook his head, his hands falling to his lap as his shoulders began to tremble. Tears slid down his cheeks, quiet and steady, as if he couldn’t stop them even if he tried. He turned his head slightly, as though ashamed for you to see him like this.

“I don’t deserve this,” he choked out, his voice raw and cracked. “I’ve done… so many things. I don’t deserve you.”

Your heart ached as you reached for him, cupping his face gently and wiping his tears with your thumbs. “Hey,” you murmured, your voice tender. “You do, Toji. You deserve love, happiness, everything. You’ve carried so much alone for so long, but you don’t have to anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as a fresh wave of tears overtook him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. You stroked his hair, whispering soothing words as his grip on you tightened.

For what felt like an eternity, he clung to you, letting years of pain, guilt, and loneliness pour out in your embrace. When he finally pulled back, his red-rimmed eyes met yours, vulnerability written across every feature of his face.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, still thick with emotion.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you replied softly, resting your forehead against his. “You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

A broken laugh escaped him, and he closed his eyes, his arms tightening around you as though you might slip away. “I think I can live with that,” he murmured, his voice steadier now but still holding a fragile edge.

“Good,” you murmured, letting your lips brush against the corner of his mouth, right where his scar marked his skin, a silent promise in the gesture. “Because I’m here to stay. Always.”

He exhaled deeply, leaning into you with a vulnerability he rarely showed, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to trust—to believe in this moment, in you, and maybe even in the possibility of something better.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TOJI AND TO EVERYONE WHOS BIRTHDAY IS TODAY🥰🥰🥰

[antoncyng]

౨ ( 이희승 ) ৎ — 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸

☆. : ,｡ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — a story where you look for heeseung in every sunset of the summer, until he’s finally yours. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . lee heeseung x f!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 / 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). crushing, est. relationship, fluff, kissing. 𝐰𝐜. 0.5k

💌 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 — special birthday comeback surprise for my baby @ourhees ( ◠‿◠ ) you’re finally 18!! after my hiatus, i’m making a little comeback gift for you :33 i hope you enjoy!!

the orange yellowish light shining through your sheer curtains, the beautiful ocean waves visible from your bedroom’s window. sunsets like these remind you of the summer a year prior, hands held as you walked along the beach.

“you know this can’t be forever, right?” heeseung speaks up, your heart clenching at the reminder as you nod. “i know, but i want to treasure the moment while i can.” he nods, knowing his heart is reaching out for you too.

heeseung was always traveling, every summer his family would come back to your town to meet up, giving you little time to yourselves as your family spent time together, today was his last day of his travels, but the first day he realized his feelings for you were true.

“why can’t you ask your parents to stay a little longer? i hate thinking that you’ll forget me everytime you leave again..” you say, hurt in your voice as he packs up his things from your room, dropping his bag and walking over to you, cupping your face in his hands. “i could never forget you so quickly, angel. you know my parents are busy with work, that’s why i even have time to come out here. we’ll meet again next summer, i promise you.”

he always says that, the same every year since you were kids. looking into your eyes lovingly with his pupils widened, knowing you couldn’t stay mad at him as he held his pinky out, waiting for you to interlock yours. “you better be back quick..” you mumbled, crossing your pinky into his, his grin growing on his face while he nods.

it was finally summer, sitting by your window as you watched the waves rise and fall over the sand, the sun setting beautifully as it always does. ‘was heeseung coming back this year? what will he look like now?’ was all you could think of.

knocking at the door, your parents already excited to get it as you almost sprinted downstairs, seeing heeseung’s smile as he stood at the door, waiting for a hug from you.

nuzzling his face into your hair, he held you closely by your waist, holding you as if you could disintegrate any second now. he pulls away from the hug, still holding you close in your arms. “i’m staying, i’m staying for good” he announces, grinning at the shock on your face.

“so i’m taking this chance now while i’ll be staying for good.. yn, can i take the honor of being your boyfriend?” he asks with a nervous smile, his hands rested on your waist as you nod your head eagerly, cupping his face and kissing him gently and lovingly.

now, you didn’t have to wait for every summertime.

💌. — 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 ; heheh i hope you enjoyed this one savvy :33 this is officially my comeback post it might be kinda bad bc it was very rushed but its okay HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAV i love u so dearly have an amazing birthday hehehee ( also.. kinda new layout what do we think heh)

tags ( @ourhees @flwrstqr @cupidhoons ) idk who else to tag tbh

[thethronezone]

The primarch dad tread is a delight to read and I would like to had a milestone of my own :) How will the dad host / celebrate their child birthday? Thinking a birthday for then they turn 10 or so, but you decide. Just wanna hear how they would handel a birthday party.

Mortarion doesn't know how to do it. His adoptive father on Barbarus was cruel and Mortarion's own birthdays had been filled with mockery, faux affection and him being treated like a prized pet at best. But Mortarion is not him and despite how foreign it all is to him, he does his best to celebrate his child. It's a small celebration, just him and his kid. Mortarion takes them somewhere, a nice little area that's quiet and private, where there's some food and a few gifts waiting. It's a brief celebration, just a couple of hours, but his child looks happy, smiling at him as if he placed the stars in the sky.

When his child's tenth birthday approaches, Fulgrim feels the need to go all out, he has to show everyone in the galaxy just how special they are, how much he adores them. His intentions are pure but the end result are... a lot. There are a lot of guests, politicians, generals, anyone Fulgrim has deemed important enough to attend. His child doesn't even recognize a hundredth of them. There's a mountain of gifts but they hadn't wished for any of it. Such lavish meals, all their favorites, but it tastes like gruel to them. Fulgrim is so busy dazzling the guests he doesn't notice that, despite being surrounded by people, his child has never looked so lonely.

Angron never got to celebrate his birthday. As a slave, that was never really on the table and as a Primarch, he considered the practice useless drivel. But he's a father now and his kid... his kid deserves something nice. First, he makes sure they celebrate the day with their friends. He's not there personally, he knows he would just ruin it somehow, but the astartes later tell him it was a huge success, that his child had fun the whole time. Good. And when that is over, when the guests all leave, that's when Angron approaches them. He places a hand on their head, roughly ruffles their hair, before he drops a gift in their arms and leaves without looking back. He doesn't say why, doesn't even congratulate them, but they know. Angron just hopes that's enough.

Magnus loves watching his child grown up, it fills him with pride every time he sees them discover a new aspect of life and discover who they are as a person. For him, their birthday is an opportunity to celebrate all they have accomplished and everything that awaits for them in the future. And through the celebration, Magnus keeps an eye on his child, making sure they are having fun. Their friends are here, most of them from school, but there are plenty of other guests as well, people that Magnus wants to witness just how much his child has grown, how great they have become.

Most of Perturabo's memories regarding birthdays were negative. There were a few exceptions, like when him and his sister had snuck away from the main party to enjoy a piece of cake together, but overall the negative experiences overwhelmed the positive ones. So, Perturabo tries to make sure his child doesn't experience that. This is THEIR day, they need to feel special and appreciated. Sadly, Perturabo can't let go of his need for control and somewhere along the way, the celebration turns into a task. A duty he has to perform. He forgets to celebrate and in turn, his child ends up feeling like they have done something wrong, because why else would their father look so unhappy?

The way Alpharius and Omegon celebrate their child's birthdays have always been different. To them, it's not just a day of celebration, but to test and see how far their child have come compared to last year. This time, on their tenth birthday, it starts with them finding a coded message in their room, which they much decode to find the next clue, which they need to solve, find more clues and so on. The Alpha Legion Primarchs observe from a distance as their child make their way forward, feeling a great sense of pride over the fact that their child is so clever. Only by gathering all the clues will the child find the location to their birthday party. A reward for a job well done.

Before the feast prepared in their honor, Lorgar holds his own little celebration with his child, just the two of them. He's always been proud of them, always felt such joy watching them grow up, but now it almost feels like they are growing up too quickly. Lorgar is aware that his child does not belong solely to him, they are a part of something much grander, but just for a short moment, he wants to be selfish. He gives them a gift, one straight from the heart, and remind them that he will always love them, that he's so proud of them and that nor a single day passes where he does not thank the divine for gifting him the miracle that is them. Holding their hand, they both leave for the feast and the guests waiting for them.

Horus' child is his pride and joy and he loves showing them off. For their tenth birthday, he holds a grand party in the Imperial Palace, in one of the many ballrooms that's connected to one of the gardens. There are so many guests, including the Mournival, all of them here because Horus wants them to see his child. Truly see them. Make no mistake, they might be here, enjoying the food and wine, but this is all about his kid and Horus expects them to congratulate them at least once. He frequently checks up on his child throughout the party, making sure they are having fun and enjoying themself. Each time he sees them, he ends up with a beaming smile.

When Konrad celebrates his kid's birthday, it's a very small, quiet, private occasion. Just him, his kid and their pet rat who they had refused to celebrate without. He's got a cake, decorated with ten candles, and a couple of gifts. It's a very peaceful moment and as his kid blows out the candles on the cake, Konrad feels a rare sort of peace. He has foreseen his own death and knows that the time he has with his child is limited. Normally, this fills him with bitterness and resentment, sorrow and melancholy. But right now? With his child right in front of him, feeding cake to their pet rat, he feels none of that. No, Konrad only feels content.

Sanguinius does not want to turn his child's birthday into a public spectacle so he keeps the celebration more private, with the guests being family and close friends. There's soft, happy music playing, a table filled with delicious food and plenty of spots where guests can sit down and socialize. Sanguinius stays close to his child though. Not hovering, but close by. He treasures every smile, every laughter and sears it into his memory so he'll never forget them. Even as he remembers that the birthdays they have left to share are limited, Sanguinius never stops smiling. He can't, not on their birthday, not in front of his child who is unaware that there's something wrong. For now, he's happy to pretend.

In a way, Corvus feels like it isn't fair. His child is growing up too fast, how much longer until they are no longer just his? It's a bittersweet feeling, a mixture of pride and guilt, as he watches them celebrate their tenth birthday. A private occasion, not a lot of people, but they are all earnest in their congratulations. His child looks happy and when he hands them the gift he made for them, large cloak they will grow into as they get older, they hug him so tightly that it almost hurts. And Corvus hugs them back, wishing that for just a moment, he could stop time.

When it came to his child's birthdays, Ferrus have always requested the help of Fulgrim to arrange the celebration. Nothing big, or needlessly grand, but something. It always ends up being a smaller event, less celebratory and more congratulatory. Some food, gifts, a pat on the back and a half-smile. And Ferrus feels like a terrible father each time because while his child looks satisfied, they don't look happy. He wants them to smile, to laugh and feel like, for just a moment, they can be the child they are. Ferrus feels like he is stealing their childhood from them and that's something he can never give back.

Every year, Rogal does the same thing for his kid's birthday. There's a small ceremony, with only him, his child and a few Imperial Fists present, where he expresses his pride for them and reminds them of the importance of duty and honor. It's a very serious moment. This is then followed by a slightly larger, more public, celebration. Still not very big, not a lot of guests, but personal. Genuine. The guests are there because they want to be, because they care. Rogal stays close to his child's side during most of the event, a comforting hand on their shoulder, and a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

Vulkan holds a grand celebration, a great feast for his child on their tenth birthday. Of course the Salamanders partake, having been integral to his child's life from the start, along with various other acquaintances. There's a lot of guests but all of these people are friends, people who they know well and like having around. Plenty of children who run around, playing with his little one. Vulkan even loses track of his kid for a short while, but when he does find them, he hoists them up on his shoulders with a booming laugh. His child laughs back, arms raised in the air, and the guests cheer.

The celebration of Lion's child is a very formal event. There's no children running around playing, no birthday cakes or songs. It looks less like a birthday and more like a military awards ceremony. It's not about celebration but acknowledgement. Lion's child may still be just that, a child, but they are steadily growing up, and this is an important milestone. And if Lion's child is a boy, then there's a big chance that this is the day they truly begin their astartes training. After this, they become a space marine aspirant. In a way, this is their last day of childhood.

While Fulgrim's celebration is lavish, Leman's is LOUD. Jovial and full of life. The whole legion is celebrating the first decade of life in his lil pup's life. Leman carries his kid on his shoulder the entire day except for when it's time for the grand feast. That's when he places his kid on his throne, in front of all the Space Wolves who holler and cheer. And Leman cheers louder than everyone, a wide smile on his face and a look of sincere pride in his eyes. For the rest of the day, his kid is treated like a king, with the Space Wolves acting as their court, humoring their every whim.

Most people celebrate their child's birthday with parties and banquets. Jaghatai is not most people. Instead, he takes his kid on a trip. Just the two of them, traveling on his jetbike across the great planes of Chogoris. He shows them the hidden paths, the secret sighs, the best views, only stopping every so briefly to take in the scenery. For lunch, they eat a prepared meal on top of a rock formation and his kid kicks their legs as they listen to their father telling them an old story. For dinner, Jaghatai hunts, and this year, his child hunts with him. They cook their meal over open fire and at this point, the sun's set. Jaghatai points out the stars to his child, a tale for each of them and it's only when the sun has risen that they venture back home.

Roboute prepares for the birthday like he has all the previous ones but this time, as he goes through the celebration plans one last time, he's struck by a sudden sense of melancholy. Because was it not just yesterday that he held them for the first time? Has it been ten years already? And during the celebration, a fairly big banquet with lots of guests, he can't help the sad smile that escapes him when he looks at his child, surrounded by the friends they made all on their own. He knows that one day, he's got to let them go, set them free into the world. All he can do is treasure the time they have and promise to be there for them, no matter what.

[mrsfancyferrari]

MASTERLIST - F1

🕊️┆Latanya ， 라타냐 — she ִ ࣪𖤐 ˖ ✦ › entj-t 𓂃 ★ @landonorris's 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

Into It Chase Atlantic ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●─────── ⁰³'¹⁶

Lando Norris - "Little Lando"

More Kisses? - LN4 + “One kiss is just never enough.”

This Christmas - LN4 + “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

Want You - LN4 + "But I don't want them, I want you." 🥧🏈

I'm All Yours - You and Lando have been in the talking stage for some months now. After Lando's third win, he knows he's missing something important. You being his girlfriend.

My Type - where the reader thinks she isn’t Lando’s type

Our Love Is Strong - You weren't going to let your eating disorder destroy your relationship until it did.

Good Luck Kiss - Lando is a fully independent guy until you are around.

Oscar Piastri

Mistletoe Magic - OP81 + “What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh.”

Baby Fever - OP81 + babysitting a child

Max Verstappen - "Mad Max"

Teach Me - MV1 + “I never had any special tradition for the holidays while growing up,"

My Priority - MV1 + "You're my priority." 🍂🦃

Birthday Boy - It's getting to Max's birthday and you know what he wants for it.

Love Sick - You and Max have been together for a while and you knew he loved you but you didn't know to what extent.

Favourite Smell - a pilot with max and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell" +18

Timeless Desire - You had always been Mercedes fan since you were young and it didn't change when you became Max's best friend. Based on British Grand Prix.

Daniel Ricciardo - "Honey Badger"

Fragments of Hope - You had an argument with Daniel and you decided to leave him for a while. What you didn't know is that he can't live without you.

Birthday Boy - It's Daniel's birthday and you two are still oblivious to your feelings. Time for the grid's help.

Charles Leclerc - "Lord Perceval"

Winter Wonder - CL16 + Winter Power Outage

You Know Me Best - Charles has a bad day and you as his best friend always knows what he wants, but do you really? +18

Just One Kiss - You & Charles are just best friends but when he wins in his home for the first time, things might change

Carlos Sainz Jr. - "Chilli"

Christmas Ball - CS55 + fake dating for a Christmas party/ball

Happy Ever After - a Romeo and Juliet vibe

Golf Gurl - an AU where Carlos is attracted to the new receptionist at the golf course he and Papa Sainz frequent

Destiny's Will - You and Carlos were childhood friends until you two were separated before he got to F1. The next time they meet, they're enemies.

Lewis Hamilton - "Billion Dollar Man"

NY Kisses - LH44 + New Year Kisses

George Russell - "Mr. Saturday"

Start Something - GR63 + "Don't start something you can't finish." 🥧🏈

Franco Colapinto

Dancing on Ice - FC43 + “I can’t ice skate amor, I’ll break all my bones.”

Sleep Good - Charles/ Lewis/ Carlos (separately)

You could write a driver x reader where while they make love and the reader falls asleep because they work too much and the driver laughs. +18

Lando Norris - "Little Lando"

Our Doggie - Part 1 - Part 2

After McLaren let you watch your boyfriend interact with the animals from the Battersea. One dog found a clear interest in you instead.

Carlos Sainz Jr. - "Chilli"

Real Love - Part 1 - Part 2

You and Carlos were just supposed to be a PR couple for less than a year but someone decided to catch feelings.

Max Verstappen - "Mad Max"

Need Saving - Save You - We're Saved

You are the first woman to be racing in Formula 1 and you and Max are already best friends. To Jos' dismay.

Lewis Hamilton - "Billion Dollar Man"

Wild Imagination - Show You Domination

You were just an interviewer for the Met Gala when you were able to meet the Sir Lewis Hamilton

Source: cafekitsune

[inkedtae]

Happy Taecember!

We've reached the end of yet another bias month! I feel like I blinked and landed on the thirty-first day lol

Soooooo..... shall we recap?

I wrote four fics in total, celebrating the one and only, Kim Taehyung. After a quick poll and some feedback, I decided to post three chapters of Rotten Angelcake and a one-shot in honour of his birthday.

I was shaking in my boots with every Rotten update. Readers of that series have been waiting for almost two or three years for these two characters to kiss and I was worried I was going to let them down. I think my fear of disappointing everyone (which was 100% self-inflicted), made me lose some of my momentum and resulted in some late posts. I still got them out within the posting week, however. The feedback always kept me going as well, and I still find it so surreal that even after all this time, there are still some readers dedicated to the story and eager to follow along with their relationship.

The final one-shot was also late, but not due to nerves. I just did not manage my time very well.... BUT! Marked by Krampus still went live within the year so I did not fuck up too bad. I have such a HUGE monster kink and wanted to explore it in this twisted christmas au. I've been thinking about Krampus!Taehyung for a couple of years now and bringing that image to life was such a great way to wrap up Taecember and celebrate my love, Taehyung!

Last Taecember, I was eighteen or twenty days late to start it (I think?) and was only able to post one (?) fic which was Tae's b-day fic, Lurking in the Dark. I think that, even if I was one day late for the last three posts this month, I can still call this Taecember a success. I know I have so much to improve on, like managing my time and schedule better, but I still do not regret a single fic or second of this month.

I miss Taehyung. Like really miss him :( I know ARMYs have been missing him too and so I hope this month you were able to find a little comfort in these stories, a reminder of how much he inspires us, and a spark of excitement for everything he has yet to share with us.

Thank you for celebrating with me—see you next Taecember! 💜

taecember 2024

↳ special thanks to jen ( @itaeewon ) for making this year's wonderful banner 🤍

Welcome to Taecember!

The year might be coming to an end, but my love for Kim Taehyung is eternal.

I’ve been absent for most of this year and all of last, trying to find myself again. I didn’t feel like I was good enough as a writer and needed time to work through personal challenges. But throughout it all, I found myself craving Taehyung.

With him in the military, it’s been hard to keep him close, even in my thoughts—especially when there’s so little news or updates about him. His online presence, both as part of BTS and individually, was always so familiar and charismatic. Hearing him sing or watching his unhinged, playful moments with his members felt like being cocooned in a thick woollen blanket on a snowy winter night in front of a crackling fire—the pinnacle of warmth and comfort. Since the moment he left, I’ve been craving that sense of solace, finding it only in fleeting moments when he posts or when a new photo surfaces.

No words can truly describe how much I’ve missed him. From his deep voice to his mischievous smile and those kind, expressive eyes that somehow hold so much power—it’s been impossible to shake this yearning. I miss his competitive streak over something as small as a gift card and the passion in his voice when he speaks about his members or ARMY.

I’ve felt the BTS-shaped void in their absence—not just in the industry but in the hearts of ARMY too. Reconnecting with other BTS writers was hard, and I often felt isolated. But with the release of pre-recorded videos and occasional updates, I’ve slowly started to find my confidence again.

So, while he continues his mandatory military service, I want to dedicate this space to celebrating our man, our husband: Mr. Kim Taehyung!

As per Taecember ritual, my blog will be all about Taehyung. From weekly fics to photos, posts, and everything in between, it’s going to be a month-long celebration of him. Weekly chapters of Rotten Angelcake will go live every Monday, and I’ll be sharing a special fic on his birthday as well. If you’d like to join in beyond just reading, feel free to send any Taehyung-related content my way! I’ll also be following the tag #taecember 2024 for all your posts. Please join me in celebrating, the one and only, Kim Taehyung!

Happy Taecember!

❥ xii. rotten angelcake ⟶ december 2nd ↳ ongoing series, sugar daddy au, s2l

❥ xiii. rotten angelcake ⟶ december 11th ↳ ongoing series, sugar daddy au, s2l

❥ xiv. rotten angelcake ⟶ december 16th ↳ ongoing series, sugar daddy au, s2l

❥ marked by krampus ⟶ december 31st ↳ dark themes, twisted christmas au, monster kink

updated : december 31st

[biteofcherry]

Hi! I am gonna test my luck..

Because I'm a coward, I'll play it nice, because i can feel the twisted fate approaching: I wanna… Steve Rogers ♡

✨✨✨

"What's wrong with wanting Steve Rogers?" You frowned as your friends groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Nothing wrong with it." Natasha shrugged. "Just so predictable."

"Hey, let's be fair," Yelena chimed in, coming to your defense. "Knowing her, she picked him for his charm, smarts and the fact he always accompanies his mother to the Sunday mass. Not for his power and money, like the rest of the fangirls hoping to score him."

You felt heat of embarrassment scorching your skin.

Yelena was right. You viewed Steve as a dream man. A poster boy, who'd make a fine husband and companion.

Each Sunday you baked fresh cake or pastries to the post-mass gathering at the parish, only to have those two minutes of Steve smiling at you as he picked some for him and his mother.

You were aware that your view on Steve was slightly askew, since you simply erased the dark facts about his actual business, people trembling in fear of his wrath, or the contour of a gun at his side.

He was a made man. A devil with a face of an angel.

"I know what he does, but I don't think it's all who he is." You tilted your chin and ripped your croissant a little aggressively.

"Probably. But you should start taking into consideration that those dark parts exist, too." Natasha advised. "Right now would be best."

"What?" You looked at her confused.

Natasha didn't even flinch, but her eyes shifted to the side, before returning to her cup of coffee.

You followed her gaze and almost choked on your bite of croissant.

Steve Rogers was at the cafe. Though it didn't look like he was interested in purchasing anything.

His eyes were trained on you as he approached your table.

He greeted you all politely, with that charm that melted your bones.

"You're a really good baker." He addressed you. "Ma loves each of the treats you bring on Sundays."

"Um, thank you. I'm happy to hear that." You dropped your hands to your lap, nervously playing with the hem of your dress.

"Her birthday is this Friday. Bake one of your cakes, please. I'll have someone pick you up at five."

Elation mixed with anxiety. You were more than excited and eager to bake a cake for Steve, but there was something about his tone that put you on edge.

When Steve turned to walk out, you blurted out after him:

"Wait! Don't you need my address to pick up that cake?"

Steve didn't turn back fully, only glanced at you over his shoulder.

"Be ready at five."

[awrkive]

OOOOH this event sounds so fun, could I have angst #21 (the bl*od one) with JK please? Low-key I’m thinking of like a royal vibe where like they’re both royals but enemies but it’s up to you Dee whatever you write I will gladly eat up 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

callofthegreen asked: Angst+21+ Jungkook (I'm a sucker for angst, and you always make it hurt so good, love you 💗)

21. "Is that... blood? Please tell me it isn't blood."

note: you said royals and i immediately thought... fantasy 🤓🤓 man idk the setting is very much inspired by mlbb universe 😭 this is kinda erm but hope you both enjoy i tried my best! 😭

wc: 1.8k (boo i know sorry)

You try to conceal the uncomfortable gnawing at your thigh – but the trek to the steep of the mountain was getting too much to bear, and every passing second is starting to feel like suicide. 

Subtly looking to the side, you observe Jungkook stands just fine. He has cuts all over his face from the attack of the common creeps back at the jungle, but he generally looks okay overall. Meanwhile, you still haven’t told him a horned lizard got you good and sliced quite deeply at your thigh when you made the mistake of kicking at the wrong time. 

It hurts like hell. Jungkook has been offering to stop by at few spots whenever he hears you inhale a sharp breath, probably assuming your discomfort about the length of the walk, but you couldn’t have it in you for him to think that you aren’t built for this. 

He’s spent the entirety of your childhood mocking you for your poor archery skills, laughing with his older cousins about how you couldn’t even pick up a sword the right way. He bitched and moaned about his status to be prince – completely wanting to be a warrior instead, and as a result insulted you for acquiescing to your royal responsibility of being princess. 

You hate him for many things. Hate him for how he affected you all those years, hate him for making you cry on the night of your 13th birthday, hate him for the fact that your father liked him more than you, and hate how he goes through life like it’s his stage and he’s the main character who never dies. 

Right now, Jungkook isn’t like the scrawny kid who used to pick on you for a hobby, second to perfecting his sports – he’s now a twenty-seven-year-old responsible king who had strategically led the movement of winning the impending war. 

But that doesn’t magically erase all the animosity you have towards him. 

You hate that you’re betrothed to him, hate that you knew that even before your father and your mother broke the news to you at the ripe age of 18. Hate that both your kingdoms are to form an alliance to battle the current rise of rebellion from the west. But after you lost your parents from the war that transpired two years ago, it had to be done. 

Jungkook may not be the same old guy who made half your life miserable – but you know that underneath his composure and the respectable manner in which he presents himself with now is nothing but a mere facade. 

Frankly, you do not trust him. You do not trust his plans. You do not support the war and everything that he and his council stands for. 

You don't want to be by his side when you're proven right.

And the last thing you'd want to be in front of Jungkook is weak. 

But a goddamn rock had made you trip on your own way, and you couldn’t help the shriek that escapes your mouth when you drop on the ground. 

“Fuck–” you pull your wounded thigh up, automatically wrapping your hand around the area and squeezing to manage the throbbing pain. “Shit.” You hiss when you see red your trousers, panicking internally. 

“What the hell– is that blood?” Jungkook drops his bladric on the ground and immediately goes to you, eyes widening at the sight of your thigh. “Please tell me it isn’t blood.” 

“Don’t touch me!” You say when Jungkook hovers over your thigh. He recoils, and you know he didn't expect that much hostility – given that you’ve been quiet for the entirety of the trek, and even though you haven’t exactly been welcoming to him for the past month of the expedition you both coincidentally sneaked yourselves into, you’ve been civil. 

Jungkook pulls back, one knee bent on the layer of dirt on the ground, hands surrendering up as if to reassure you he wasn’t going to do something you wouldn’t like. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m fine.” 

“You’re not.” Jungkook retorts, eyes trailing to the growing spot of blood on the fabric of your trousers. It’s getting more painful by the second –  and you want nothing but to scream about how it fucking stings. “Jesus christ, __, just let me help. That’s a damn big wound you’ve got there.” 

“I’m fine–” you insist, but it’s broken by a sharp intake of breath as another twinge comes up. you wince. “I just need– I just need some fabric. Tie it around the wound.” You manage to say, distressed. Both physically and emotionally. 

“We need to– I need to clean you up,” Jungkook says and maybe it’s your eyes playing jedi games on you but for once, he actually looks genuine to you. As if he actually cares. 

You scoff. “I can do that myself.” 

You don’t expect the way Jungkook snaps. 

“For once, can you stop being stubborn? You can barely breathe properly, __. You can say and think what you want and hate me again after this but just let me take care of you this one time. I’m going to clean your wound and make sure you’re not gonna bleed yourself to death by the time we arrive at the port.” Jungkook looks into your eyes and they feel almost… earnest. Like he wants you to really listen to him. He closes and opens his mouth as if wanting to say something. You wait for it, then for a few seconds it doesn’t come, until... “I’m not out to get you, __.” 

I’m not out to get you. It’s a simple sentence with a simple message. One that you should understand right away. 

But you don't.

You avoid his eyes when you only say, “I don’t trust you.” 

What you don’t expect is his quick answer.

“I know.” 

He crosses the distance between you once again, and you watch as he hesitantly hovers his hand over your thigh again. He looks for your face, silent – but his eyes scream for permission. You don’t give it verbally; too tired to speak, too consumed by the pain in your leg to voice out any more complaints lodged in your throat. 

When Jungkook initially places his hand on your leg, you don’t flinch. And it’s a surprise. Surprise because you expected his touch to burn you like how Icarus did when he flew too close to the sun, but instead it felt like winter night. Cold, but strangely warm. 

When you don’t say anything, he halts.

“Can I?” He asks. Leveled. Waiting. Always waiting. Almost gentle…

You purse your lips when you nod your head. 

Jungkook brings forward his satchel where he takes out a small knife, and there’s nothing but the gentle breeze of the wind and songs of the birds surrounding you at this part of the mountain when Jungkook begins cutting throught the fabric of your pants, effectively revealing the – admittedly – ghastly cut on your bare thigh. 

“Jesus,” Jungkook looks at you, eyebrows creased. “When did you get this? It can’t be from the fall.” 

“I–” you clear your throat and look away, ashamed to be admitting this now. “The horned lizard got me back at jungle.”

Jungkook looks like he wanted to say something but for god knows what, he keeps it to himself.

You watch quietly as he takes out a flask, twisting open the cap and looks at you before pouring over the water on the wound. 

When you hiss in pain, Jungkook immediately stops. 

“Are–” 

“I’m fine– it’s okay,” you assure him, biting your lip, glancing down at your wound. It would be hard to walk further carrying this with you. 

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook says. You assume it’s for his previous action, but you don’t exactly know how that guaranteed an apology.

You ignore it and he continues tending to the wound, relieved that he’s got some clean scraps of fabric in his bag – a quick aid kit, perhaps – to tap your wound with, and when he asks you to leverage his shoulder for a little bit so he can lift your thigh up a little in order to wrap the fabric around your thigh, your breath hitch at the proximity. 

Even though you and Jungkook are bethroted, you never really shared any moments where you’re required to be as close like this. The banquets are public appearances that only needed you and him to sit beside each other and smile and laugh at the visitors so they think you’re a good pair, but once the doors are closed, one becomes a stranger to another. 

But this… this feels different. It’s… intimate, in a way. 

When you said that his touch didn’t burn, it felt a little more different when you feel his skin touch yours. There’s a little spark to it – fleeting, quick. And you swear he lingers for longer than necessary when he finishes tending to the wound. 

It makes you confused.

“I wish you told me sooner.” Is what Jungkook says when he lets go. 

You pull your hand away from his shoulder. “I didn’t want us to lag behind.” 

“I wouldn’t have mind.” Jungkook says. It’s spoken with so much sincerity that it suddenly triggers a lot of underlying pain – and not just because there’s a big wound on your thigh that’s feeling a little better now – but because Jungkook is acting so different with you. “I’ll try to hunt us something to eat. We’ll stay here for a while so you can rest. Your wound’s pretty fucking big and I’m sure it’s gonne be swollen in a few minutes. Let’s just dry it out for awhile so I can apply the gel all over it, and then we can–” 

“Jungkook,” you cut him off. “Can you stop?” 

He looks at you, rightfully confused. 

You feel mad. Mad at the horned lizard for cutting you. Mad at yourself for letting yourself get cut. Mad at Jungkoook. Mad that he’s being nice. Mad at the situation. Mad at the war. And mad that all of this doesn’t make sense to you. 

“Stop trying to act like you care," You purse your lips and stare into his eyes when you add, “I don’t trust you. Right now I’m putting my guards down and maybe you feel nice enough to not obliterate it but this doesn’t mean you suddenly get to act like you’ve always cared about me. You never did, and I doubt you ever will.” 

Jungkook looks at you. His dark brown orbs have always held something in them – the stars, looks like it, but the stars were beautiful and you didn’t like associating him with beautiful things. 

“You don’t know everything.” Jungkook says, looking away just as he says that. You thought there was more… or maybe you thought there was more so you could retaliate with something – just something – but no words come after it. 

You find yourselves staring blankly ahead at the landscape of nothing but the vast blue skies. 

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

You Guys Didn't Forget!

(Featuring Confident!Chris x Reserved! Matt x Fem!Reader)

Author's Note: I felt bad for my last two angst fics, so here's some tooth aching fluff 😻 If you like this au, send in asks, personal messages, or write comments about them (This is an original idea of mine. Please inbox or personal message me if you'd like to use any of these characters as 'inspiration' of some sort!)

Contents/Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Implied polyamorus situationship ( no incest & no actual relationship (yet) ! ), pet names (sweetheart & pretty girl), mentions of forgetting a birthday (I don't know, it could be triggering, I guess), & possibly more!

Third Person Point of View

Word Count: 562 (Am I in my lazy girl era? 😖)

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Divider by: @bernardsbendystraws (hopefully it's giving birthday 😅🤞🏽)

It was a few days before her birthday, and the excitement in the air was buzzing. She was blissfully unaware of the grand plans Chris and Matt had been orchestrating. The two brothers, part of a unique triplet set, each cherishing her in their own special way. Their older triplet brother, Nick, played a supportive role, always ready to lend a hand or a listening ear.

Chris and Matt had been holding secret meetings, filled with whispers and laughter, as they planned the perfect surprise party. They spent evenings selecting decorations and brainstorming themes, their excitement growing with each passing day.

The morning of her birthday had arrived, and with it, a twinge of sadness. She couldn't shake the feeling that her friends might have forgotten. Meanwhile, Matt and Chris maintained an air of normalcy, though their hearts raced with anticipation. They finalized last-minute details, making excuses to keep her away from the house, the focal point of their surprise.

Nick, ever the conspirator, took on the task of keeping her occupied. He planned a spa day, filled with pampering and light-hearted conversation, ensuring she remained blissfully unaware of the preparations underway.

“I can't believe they forgot, I've been so excited about my birthday!”

“Well I'm here celebrating with you, girl!”

With the house empty, Chris and Matt set to work, transforming the living room into a vibrant celebration space. Balloons and streamers adorned the walls, and a bold "Happy Birthday!" banner hung proudly. The kitchen table was laden with a beautifully decorated cake, an assortment of snacks, and carefully wrapped presents. Nick, in his eagerness, almost let slip the secret, but a quick save kept the surprise intact.

“Matt and Chris want us to come over for — to hang out,” Nick said casually as they finished up their spa day.

Under the guise of a casual hangout, they invited her over. As she stepped through the door, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the room. She took a few steps inside, and suddenly, the brothers leaped from their hiding spots, shouting, "Surprise!" Her eyes widened in shock, quickly melting into joy as the reality of the moment sank in.

Her reaction was everything they had hoped for —initial disbelief followed by a cascade of happy tears.

“Oh my gosh, you guys didn't forget!”

The room filled with laughter and music as they celebrated with games and shared stories. Each gift she unwrapped was proof of their thoughtfulness, leaving her feeling deeply cherished and grateful.

“Thank you all, I love everything so much!”

As the evening wound down, she found a quiet moment to reflect on the day's events. Surrounded by those who cared for her dearly, she realized just how fortunate she was. The warmth of their bond was a promise of enduring support.

She was laying in Chris's bed, in-between both of her boys, Chris and Matt. “Thank you both for today,” she whispered to them, kissing their foreheads gently.

With hearts full, they pledged to always be there for one another, ending the day with a sense of joy that felt like it would last a lifetime.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Chris said, holding her hips and lower half tightly as he reciprocated her kiss to the forehead. “We'll always be here for each other, pretty girl.” Matt added, kissing her forehead also as he held onto her top half.

[capesnjapes]

Honestly... I think Selina was the "safe" choice for Batman/Bruce (and ofc like... comics are what they are with Queer content) She was available, easy, and wasn't doing crimes *all* the time, so morally and ethically, Bruce could date her and not feel like a total monster... but it seems primarily they kinda just hook up a lot (minus those weird will-they-won't-they wedding comics). It makes sense for Selina's personality, I never quite bought into the idea that she was 100% all-in for Bruce, and this comic touches on a lot of that. I think Batman has got a very specific, very important thing with the Joker this comic also illuminates really well. With Selina he could act out a lot of the traditional sort of romance/relationship stuff in an honest way (ie she knows his secret identity, she knows the batfam, she knows all his enemies) that probably seems very fulfilling for both Bruce and Bats. But... I think the Joker is his forbidden fruit, and that fruit is forever living rent free in his head.

I haven't really reached the point in my imaginings in which their relationship could be sexual or intimate, exactly... minus like, "dates" that the Joker uses to harass him (i.e. the Valentines/Birthdays comic) - (Also, I'm ace, and the comics are so irritatingly squeaky clean in this way that it makes it difficult for me to kinda bridge that gap with them, even though I like seeing this explored!). I think their whole deal is very violent, very intense, very mentally challenging, it meets a deep, and desperate need for the both of them. They're two sides of the same coin and it's been shown over and over that one cannot exist without the other (or, well, Batman can but it's ...harder). They don't explore that dynamic with Catwoman at all as far as I've read so far... (and they didn't do a bit of that at all in the Lego movie. It was all Batjokes all the way down lol)! The comics state over and over that Joker is obsessed and fully in love with Bats, and it's clear that Batman is drawn to the Joker in ways I think even he doesn't realize (or he does, but will never admit). I wish we had the card game scene between them ala Death in the Family but it was actually Joker... idk. Joker is always trying to get Bats talking, and like. 1 semi-serious to serious conversation about Their Whole Deal would be nice, without Batman stonewalling him. Last Knight On Earth got SO close with it, but Bats barely said anything lol. I think it's the line the DC writers have to thread... I'm hoping (maybe? ugh) with Jim Lee things change jjuuuuuust enough...

Oh my goodness theses two with their similar talking ;)

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Sneak peek of my new AU fic 🤭coming in 25'

The tiny redhead steels herself to get over it, to be okay with just being his friend. And she has convinced herself it worked. Hayley has met his girlfriends over the years; no longer tearing herself apart in comparison as she blossomed into that confidence that comes with getting older and finding your place in the world. Falling into relationships with some really great guys, guys that she really cared for, who made her laugh and met her family on birthdays. But no matter how hard she tried, those relationships always seemed to fizzle out because she never felt that spark. That once in a lifetime spark. That spark she felt the second she saw him yesterday - a smile blooming across his face as his arms lifted up in a cheer when he locked eyes with Hayley. All that hard work shot to shit in an instant.  

She snaps back to reality, shaking her head more fiercely, desperately trying to get those memories to fall out of her head forever. “That’s not how he sees me, Justin. It’s not - this is just something I have to get over. But I can’t do it here.” 

The older York’s face falls, before he takes a deep breath and steels himself. “Okay,” he says, looking at Hayley with new determination. “So, what’s the story? Work emergency? Appendicitis? Stomach virus? Uncontrollable pooping?” 

“Justin! Oh my god!” 

“What?!” he shrugs, his brown eyes glowing with a playful twinkle as he watches the smile grow on his little sister’s face. “I just feel like the more details we provide, the more believable it will be.” 

“Whatever you have to do,” Hayley says, rolling her eyes as Justin pulls her into another hug. 

“It’ll be okay, H” he whispers in her ear. “This pain won’t last forever. He’s not the be all, end all.” 

“Why does it feel like it then?” the tiny redhead says softly, tightening her arms around the older York brother, unable to stop herself when more tears begin to fall. “I really have to get going, I don’t want anyone to see -” 

Suddenly, the sounds of the party gets progressively louder as the doors swing open. Hayley’s stomach sinks as she hears the last voice she wanted to hear. “There you are! Been looking all over for you two. J? - Oh. ” 

“Yeah?” Justin turns to face his little brother, blocking Hayley from view as she furiously wipes away her tears. 

“Dad’s been looking all over for you. Something about a bet involving tequila shots…” 

“Ah, was hoping he’d forget about that. Tell him I’ll be in in a bit, just need to help this one -” 

Hayley clears her throat, keeping her head down as she nudges Justin forward. “No, it's fine. Go in. I’ll be okay.” 

Justin turns to look at her, eyes searching. “But you’re not feeling. well.” he emphasizes his point by placing his hand on Hayley’s forehead. Oh, God. No Oscar in his future then.  

The tiny redhead looks at Justin, feeling his eyes on her, shaking her head. “It’s okay. Really. Have fun”. 

“Love you.” her older brother kisses her on the cheek as he squeezes her hand, whispering, “Be brave”. 

Hayley keeps her eyes to the ground as she hears him walk inside, closing the doors behind him. Enveloping the two bandmates in silence. She looks up, taking him in for the first time all night. He knocks the wind out of her. 

His black suit is tailored to perfection, the dress shirt open in a deep v down his chest, revealing some chest hair that she swears is only there to tease her, the view perfectly maddening for her current state of mind. His hair, curls tousled just the way she likes it. The smattering of scruff along his chiseled jawline, held tightly as he takes in the scene in front of him. He looks good.  

Hayley can’t imagine what she looks like. Tear tracks streaking down her face and hair messy from how often she’s been nervously running her hands through it. Dressed for a cocktail hour while wearing her sneakers for the quick getaway. She has to get the fuck out of here. 

“Thought only the bride was supposed to turn heads. That’s quite the look.” The words slip out of her mouth before Hayley has the chance to stop them. This was not the time for banter. She should be in the car already, leaving all this behind. She sneaks a look at his face, his brown eyes locking with hers, brow furrowed in confusion. 

He looks right at her, his deep voice rumbling as he shoots back, “Wanted to be dramatic. It’s my day too.” 

“Classic T.” Hayley counters. She cannot get her feet to move. The car is no more than 10 paces away and yet here she is, frozen under his questioning gaze. 

“What’s all this, then?” Taylor asks confused, as he takes in her suitcase, the car keys fiddling around in her hand. “You’re leaving?” 

“Yeah. Uh, an emergency with the hair company came up.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“No it’s not -” 

“Justin just said you weren’t feeling well.” 

Shit.  

“Both things are true. T, please just - I have to go.” 

“No, I think I have the right to know why my best friend is leaving my wedding weekend early. Why you’re standing out here with my brother and - are you - were you crying?” He looks desperately confused, eyes searching Hayley’s face. “Need you to talk to me Hayley.” 

***Not sure when this will make it into my ao3 account but so far i'm two chapters in and is getting super messy and there's lots of drama and angst 🤭. know I've played with the idea of the wedding a lot, but uggh, that's like a recipe for a good story in my books and hey, what if we twist it for once and T is the one that's getting married??****

[jaeyxns]

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