#u know how much i love frozen flowers

[lovesturni0l0s]

FLUFFMAS DAY 21/22: chris realizes he does want to get married

seeing his gf as a bridesmaid makes him realize that maybe getting married wouldn’t be so bad

wc: 1.1k

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a/n: so sry this didn’t get out yesterday i was super busy 😭

dividers by the lovely @bernardsbendystraws

chris’s POV:

I had never understood the hype around weddings, or even the need for them honestly. It all seemed like too much fuss and stress for one day, and if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone I didn’t need to declare it in front of hundreds of people that I didn’t really like.

But when Y/N asked me to be her date to her friend’s wedding, where she was a bridesmaid, I couldn’t say no. Not to her. Even if I didn't enjoy weddings or having to get all dressed up I was gonna go and pretend to have fun because I knew it would make her happy.

On the day of the wedding I showed up to the venue a little early so I could find her before the ceremony began. I texted her telling her where I was so she could come find me, knowing I would get lost looking for her on my own.

“Chris!” I heard her call from behind me and when I turned to her my jaw fell in shock. I had seen her dressed up before but not like this and I was in awe of how gorgeous she looked. I stood frozen, staring at her as she walked up to me laughing, “Hi handsome” she smiled.

“I am the luckiest man alive” I smiled as I gently grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me, “You look absolutely stunning baby.” I smiled at her. “Thank you love” she blushed, “you clean up pretty nice handsome.” She said as she adjusted my tie. “Only for you” I winked, “As much as I would love to stay with your corny ass I do have bridesmaids duties I gotta get to so I’ll see you in a bit.” She said as she kissed me before heading off.

I managed to find a seat with some of Y/N’s friends that I had met a few times and caught up with them while we waited for the ceremony to start. Once the ceremony began my eyes were immediately locked on Y/N as she gracefully walked down the aisle with one of the groomsmen.

She was carrying a small bouquet of flowers in her hand and her smile brightened when we locked eyes across the rows of people. Throughout the entire ceremony my eyes never left her. In their vows the couple talked about their love for each other and how they couldn’t wait for the start of the rest of their lives.

Listening to their vows as I watched Y/N I knew she was it for me, as I saw her smile at her friend, her eyes flicking to mine for a moment, I wondered how I had ever not known I wanted to marry her. She could have a fancy castle wedding with a thousand people if she wanted, and I would be there with a smile on my face, grateful to be loved by her.

We spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing with her friends under twinkly lights that made her eyes glow. “You are so beautiful.” I said quietly as she wrapped her arms around my neck as we swayed to a slow song. “Thank you my love.” She smiled, kissing me gently. Her glowing presence captivated all of my attention.

The next day I found a jewelry store and with the help of her best friend I found a beautiful ring that I hoped she would love. When I came home, the ring tucked in my pocket, she was still asleep in bed. “Morning pretty” I whispered as I laid back down next to her, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Mhm, morning” she whispered, half asleep, “I brought you coffee and your favorite muffin” I smiled, knowing she’d wake up. “Food” she said as she stuck her hand out, eyes still shut, “kiss first” I teased as she slowly opened her eyes. “No gross I have morning breath” she groaned, hiding her face, ���and I don’t give a flying fuck” I laughed as I leaned over, kissing her gently before handing her her food.

I laid with her as she slowly woke up, with the help of her coffee and muffin, “We got plans today, I need you to put on one of your pretty sundresses and be ready in two hours.” I told her, “What are we doing?” She asked, “that’s for me to know and you to find out baby.”

Once she was dressed and ready I took her to a secluded spot on the beach, “What are we doing Chris?” She asked, confused. “Well I know the beach is your favorite place so I figured this was the perfect spot” I smiled at her confusion, “perfect spot for what?” She asked, laughing.

“To ask you to spend forever with me” I smiled as I got on one knee, pulling the small velvet box out of my pocket. “Chris?” She said in shock, her hand flying to her face to cover her bright smile.

“Y/N, I have spent the last three years of my life having the pleasure of loving you and being loved by you. You have become my favorite person and everyday I learn something new about you that makes me fall even more in love with you. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out, and when I saw you standing at that altar yesterday I knew I would be an idiot if I didn’t marry you. Nothing in this world would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you so Y/N, will you marry me baby?” I asked, smiling up at her through tears.

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes I’ll marry you Chris!” She said as she choked through tears while I slid the ring on her finger, wrapping my arms around her waist as she clung to me. “Oh my god! I love you so much, holy shit!” She laughed in disbelief as I held her tight against me.

Nick, Matt, and her best friend burst into cheers, as she turned to them, smiling in shock. “I knew you wanted someone to take pictures and I figured who better than Nick?” I smiled as she wiped her tears. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you Chris.” She smiled as I kissed her, her lips pulled up into a smile against mine.

And even though I always said I would never cry at my wedding, when I watched her walk down the aisle towards me, I couldn’t help it .

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[solbaby7]

(For the blurb bar thing)

*sits on one of the bar stools and leans against the counter)

Can I have a frozen vodka cran with a sugar rim, and add lime please

Oh and here *slides a ten dollar bill across the counter*

oops, i may have added too much lime 😭🫣but it’ll still taste good i swear😬, bottoms up 🍹 alsooo idk what cave you cassian girlies crawled out of but when i tell u my inbox is flooding with cass requests. here yall, you get a beefcake, you get a beefcake, everyone gets a batboy beefcake

[ “why do you even care?” “because i do” + fluff / angst + cassian ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

It is what it is.

That’s the only phrase that keeps you going after countless hours spent hunched over bloodied bodies with their entrails held in their hands. Deep slashes from sharpened blades that leave skin flayed and muscle severed, tendons plucked out of place until sensitive nerves are screaming in agony. “I know it hurts,” You croon softly, care oozing out of every pore as healing magic pulses from you. “I’m sorry, it’ll be over soon.”

Dab with disinfectant there. Pressure to staunch the bleeding. Fire to cauterize. Magic to smooth it all over.

It’s an exhausting process, one that leaves you aching and has your head swimming as you shut the curtain for patient privacy but this isn’t the place to complain about that—not around all of these tortured souls as they endured a pain you couldn’t dare comprehend. “You should get some rest.”

You can’t fight the roll of your eyes at the sound of his voice. “And you should go back to your friends.”

Cassian keeps up with your stride with ease and while you refuse to acknowledge it, you walk a little slower when you catch sight of the neatly wrapped dressings around his thigh. “My friends are fine. You made sure of that. Azriel wouldn’t have made it if you weren’t there.”

“Yeah, well that’s my job.” You don’t bother hiding the irritation in your tone. It’s not normal for exes to be this present. But, you’re certain you catch the scent of him by your window every morning; sandalwood and eucalyptus, crackling embers and oak. A perfectly annoying blend of masculinity and comfort. It haunts you—follows you around the shops when collecting groceries for the week and lingers in your blind spots when treking home after a little too much to drink. Quiet but constant; an unspoken rule that Cassian was definitely breaking. “Something I really need to get back to so if you’re finished—“

“Don’t think I’ll ever be finished with you, peach.”

You hate that charming cadence. Despise the handsome grin that’s flashed your way because he knows how much you (love) loved it. “What do you want Cass?”

“Want you to take better care of yourself.” That’s a lie. At least partially because Cassian knows that what he really wants is to be the one to care for you. He knows he’d do it well—dedicate himself to the roll because there had been a time where it had been his only desire. But Rhys had come back after fifty years and Cass had a High Lady to protect now; had duties to uphold—responsibilities that wouldn’t allow the freedom necessary to take you on picnics in flower fields or to remember anniversaries. “You haven’t been eating enough and you’re always working. You barely even sleep.” He says it oh so gently but you can hear the underlying worry there. Can see it in the way his wings rustle and gaze scans the length of you, most likely noticing the way you resemble a deadman walking.

“You stalking me or something?”

“You promised.” His stance straightens out a little, syllables carrying a little more conviction as he tries to get his point across. “After everything between us, you at least promised that you’d be safe and take care of yourself.”

“You left me, Cassian.” His throat rolls under the shame, chest constricting as he’s forced to witness the way your eyes go glassy. “You walked out on me so what I look like without you shouldn’t matter.” Emotion holds thick in your voice and it takes true effort not to let tears fall down your cheeks. This was too confusing, the back and forth too exhausting, the hope too draining. “Why do you even care?”

A million possible answers claw to the forefront of Cassian’s mouth. Ones that scream, ‘because I love you! Because you’re everything to me.’ So badly he yearns to just let it out and confess how your safety was everything he thinks of when suiting up for battle and drenching himself in the blood of others with no regard for his own life. “Because, I do.” He says instead and he knows it’s not enough—can see the way the light in your eyes die out when you’re left hanging yet again. “Please peach, just get some rest. For me.”

He almost wishes you’d resist; to give him another reason to seek you out and darken your doorstep even if meant just a glimpse at you.

Your shoulders fall too low to be gearing up for a fight and the furrow of your brow wobbles with the effort it takes to keep you from crumbling all together.

Gauze patches at your battered heart. Dab with disinfectant there. Pressure to staunch the bleeding. Fire to cauterize. Magic to smooth it all over. “Fine.” You nod stiffly, the picture of professionalism. “And thank you, General, for your service.”

It is what it is.

[dipperscavern]

okay so to start, hades being the god of the underworld feels very parallel to cregan being lord of winterfell. i loooove winterfell, but its predominant feature is the snow. snow and winter both have a pretty prevalent media connection with death — which we actually see in asoiaf with how heavily the starks are connected to death (i.e. every stark's storyline being associated with death, either their own or someone elses.) so, if snow/winter mean death then winterfell becomes the underworld! hades governs all aspects of death and afterlife, like cregan 'warden of the north' governs all of the north. hades two symbols are his weapon, the bident, and cerberus; cregan is pretty heavily associated with his weapon, ice, and the symbol of the direwolf for house stark. also, hades is described as being 'not sevil but stern and impartial', which is similar to cregan's description as 'stern and formidable.' (i'm so locked into exams i almost cited my sources for this)

but as far as a hades and persephone thing goes, being cregan's silly little southern wife :3 trying to grow pretty flowers in the desolate frozen courtyard of winterfell. i don't think cregan would abduct his lady, but maybe! maybe he has some weird kind of twisted moral reason! uhh but i just want to be his cutie sunshine wife to contrast his brooding nature. i need to bear his children WHO SAID THAT

also, in my research i came across this picture which is very cregan i fear (but maybe not. maybe its 2010s fairy goth cringe) https://pin.it/2O69SMtru

- chiron anon 🏛️ (i've never watched or read percy jackson, fun fact :3)

you explained everything so well omfg it makes so much sense?!?! ALSO YOU ALMSOT CITING YOUR SOURCES LMAOOO IM GONE U NEED A BREAK

“snow and winter both have a pretty prevalent media connection with death - which we actually see in asoiaf with how heavily the starks are connected to death (i.e. every stark's storyline being associated with death, either their own or someone elses.)”

this is so… oh my god. allow me to nerd out a bit but i can also see the death connection being the others !! the starks have guarded the wall, made of ice (ice & snow go together like mac and cheese), for hundreds of years; have guarded it from death. and, in the asioaf universe, winter a lot of the time is heavily associated with & does mean certain death for those who aren’t prepared for it.

i know we’re talking about hotd rn but on the subject of the starks, their storylines are SO connected to death, ur so right!!! the first scene in the books that we read of the starks is literally them coming across a dead direwolf mother (impaled by. a stag antler) (ok foreshadowing). jon serving in the nights watch and his connection with the others — robb having stories told about him and his killer direwolf, then later dying himself — lady stoneheart — arya calling herself the ghost of harrenhal & her braavos storyline — theon (figuratively) dying and becoming reek, becoming the ghost of winterfell; i could go on but oh god i’ve already said so much forgive me

being cregans silly southern wife :3 you’re maybe even tyrell, coming from highgarden — you love flowers. and uh…. you took my mind to a dark place there with twisted morals cregan. i shan’t. (i also need to give him children) (who said that) (breed me) (WHO IS SPEAKING)

[ohbabydollie]

I need more of schlatt & latina reader PLEAAAASDEE 😵‍💫

few more hcs!!

if you grew up in a home that was more of a “children are meant to be seen not heard” schlatt will hear you out!

he will make sure you do feel heard, even when it’s hard

he knows can’t fix the past so he’ll help you learn how to do good in the future

he understands you don’t mean to be angry or upset sometimes but you just are and will wait until you want to talk about it

he’s wants to be there for you through the good and the bad and the awful

onto the less angsty

yk how his fam is big corn people?

ELOTES/ESQUITES!!

he will eat tf out of some esquites or any street food as a matter of fact

likes going to tianguis, la pulga, etc. with you!

especially the cheap ass prices at a pulga

throw in some chicharrón bien preparado n call it a date

likes looking for places to go eat with you

has made it a saturday morning tradition that you both go eat pancita (or anything you like) at a restaurant for breakfast/brunch

it hits everytime, especially when you’re both hungover

likes his gansitos frozen (no i’m not taking criticism)

keeps little snacks or candies in his pantry/fridge all the time

calls u “cariño” “corazón de melón” “vieja” “amor” “chiquita” “chikibaby”etc. especially if one of the nicknames pisses u off

LOVES salsa valentina and chamoy

god forbid someone makes homemade chamoy bc he’s absolutely devouring it with any and every fruit he can think of

if you listen to bolero while cleaning with him he’ll stop you so you guys can dance

“not right now, i gotta clean schlatt” you say as your boyfriend hugs you from behind “jus’ take a break, c’mon it won’t kill ya” he says as you roll your eyes and finally agree

“okay, but no funny business” you say putting the rag down and washing your hands to dance with him. he smiles at you, leaning into you and softly singing the lyrics to you as you smile

before you know it, you find yourselves making out with the music in the background, cleaning supplies forgotten but you’ll get to cleaning tomorrow

he genuinely puts so much love and passion into your relationship, getting you flowers, making the most out of little moments, etc.

he will be as romantic as he can be

meeting your cousins sucks for him though

they (especially if you have any male cousins) side eye him most of the time when they first meet him

they don’t mean to be rude but wtf is a random boy doing in their home???

your male cousins (esp if they see you as a little sister) don’t think anyone is good enough for you

they try to scare off schlatt at first but it doesn’t work so they try plan B

making him stay stupid shit in spanish infront of the family until he gets embarrassed and decides not to return (spoiler it doesn’t work)

“say ‘tengo el pene chiquito’ ” a cousin says to schlatt “tengo el pene chiquito(i have a small dick)?” schlatt asks as they snicker and nod “yeah just like that, don’t change a word” they say laughing while schlatt nods in acknowledgment

“ok, just don’t change a word” they say laughing while you go up to schlatt “y/n, guess what?” he asks you “hm?”

“te voy a dar mis hijos (im gonna give you my kids)” he says making you go red and your cousins stare at him

“hablas español (you speak spanish)?” they ask as he nods

most of your family interrogating him AND you

“does he treat you well?” “does he make good money?” “would he make you work” “cuantos hijos quiere (how many kids does he want)?” “es católico? (is he catholic)” etc.

at the end they decide that they approve of him

he should watch him back if you guys have a nasty break up though (warned by any male family member of urs)

“haha, just don’t break her heart” one of your uncles says to schlatt, laughing and shaking him as schlatt laughs nervously

“no seriously, hurt her and you’re dead, i’ve been to prison, i’ll go again”

at the end of the day as long as you’re happy, they’ll be happy

[intynidad]

Loved your vampire reader one!!! And omg playboy lake monster with like a big witch reader?? How cool would that be haha like the reader just shows up in an abandoned house by the lake he lives in. But bc there magic when u actually walk into the abandoned house it’s like a witch mansion. Like the witch lady from brave! Lol -🍷

Y’all indulging me with the supernatural au hkdjhj

This kinda became more of a lake monster x witch reader but who cares

Tw: mentions of taking somebody to the bottom of the ocean, not really that yandere but still

Lake monster x witch reader

Once upon a time, nestled deep within the lush forest, there lay a serene lake named Silvermist. The lake was known for its crystal-clear waters that mirrored the surrounding trees and the tranquil atmosphere that enveloped its shores. Yet, beneath the shimmering surface, a mysterious creature dwelled, known to the locals as the Silvermist Lake Monster.

On a moonlit night, when the air was thick with magic, you, a powerful witch with a heart as ancient as the trees themselves, emerged from the heart of the forest. Your long, ebony robes billowed behind you as you made your way toward the water's edge.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the surface, the Silvermist Lake Monster, sensed an unfamiliar presence. Curiosity brimming in its luminescent eyes, it swam closer to investigate. The moonlight danced upon the ripples as the monster's eyes surfaced, revealing a majestic creature with shimmering scales and split pupils.

You were unaware of his presence, you were busy gathering some herbs you needed.

His gaze followed you around, like a crocodile stalking a little bird that was resting.that was until you snap your fingers and an old cottage that was abandoned for years but refused to crumble light up, almost as if it was waiting for somebody to arrive.

He had been observing you for weeks, captivated by your presence and the enigma that surrounded your quaint cottage. The intrigue grew so strong that he couldn't resist the temptation to explore further. One day, when you were away on some mysterious errand, he seized the opportunity and ventured inside. What he discovered left him bewildered and perplexed. The interior of your cottage was in a state of disrepair, covered in layers of dirt and overrun by cobwebs. It resembled an abandoned space, as if frozen in time.

He decided to make first contact by a night of blue moonlight,he slowly emerged from the water while you were sewing your hat that got caught in a branch

Your eyes widened with awe and intrigue as I caught sight of the lake monster. You had heard whispers of its existence but had never encountered it firsthand. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and the monster knew that he wasn’t the strangest thing you have encounter

…..

“Why do you live like that?”-The monster said once

“Rude”- you responded playfully

“Shut up, you know what i mean”- the monster replied

The little friendship between you two started small and slow but as two freaks from the night you had an unspoken undertanding fo each other

The monster turned up being a little bit of a playboy,telling you about the countless sirens and mermaid that had fallen for him. Strangely the tales started to slowly stop, you assume he had his eyes on another person or perhaps prey…

“Would you like me to show you inside?”

“I already broke in once, i'm not a fan of spiders you know, a little cleaning won’t hurt ya’” the playboy monster said

With a smooth movement you rose to your feet and extended your hand,the monster took it without hesitation.

You both enter your home, but instead of the cobwebs and the dirt there was a floor of hardwood and polished teacups and flowers and so much more.

It was a gorgeous sight

“A simple test efficient spell”-you said-“to keep the pest away” you finished with a grin

———…..

With each passing night, you two would meet at the lake's edge. Your encounters were filled with wordless conversations, your energies intertwining as we shared tales of our respective realms. You learned of the secrets held within the heart of the lake, while the monster absorbed the wisdom and enchantment that I possessed.

That’s until the monster saw you with another person at the edge of the lake, their scent filled their heart with an intoxicated rage, you couldn’t just go around with other people. He will make sure of it

He will drag you to the bottom of the lake if that means he will get rid of that disgusting scent that tainted your perfect form

[bubbledtee]

bub i dont think ill never stop thinking about those james nd his baby girl thoughts :((( couldn't help but think about this from some kind of monster........

WHAT IF I FELL TO MY KNEES AND STARTED CRYING IN THE FROZEN FOOD AISLE</333 the way the two of them would be inseparable and when james nd you are at the store with her hes always picking up those silly little 'daddys girl' onesies with frilly little flowers and hearts on em and he holds them up to her and asks her which one she thinks would look better on her... shes just babbling to him and ur just like !!!!!!!!!cause you just love them so much!!!!!

and when shes older nd you cant make it to her ballet lessons so james shows up and hes just converses with the other moms as if he *is* one..... like.... "oh that one over there is mine... yeah i know she always gets tripped up on her releves but i think she'll be alright" and the other moms are just staring at him in shock about how much he keeps up with his daughters ballet...

uuugghhhh and when your pregnant and the two of you are lying in bed he's just talking to the lil baby inside your tummy and kissing it all over cause he cant wait any longer</33 not to mention the amount of time and money he spends on the nursery... u come back home from running errands and james is just covered in paint talking about how he has a new changing station coming in the mail because he didn't like how the other one he chose looked too uncomfortable for the baby.....

and whenever she gets up at night he always ushers u back to sleep cause he knows ur so worn out after labor (lets not forget the baby blues and post partum depression :(((( )) so he always tells you he's got it handled (and he surprisingly does cause after a few minutes shes already back to sleep!!!!) and ur just sitting in bed wondering how u could score a man so perfect UGH can u tell that im not okay with these thoughts </333 he's literally soooo sweet carolina by lana del rey.....

it’s too early for me to be crying over having a child with this man. he’d be the perfect father to our little girl.

just imagine when you tell him you’re pregnant. that man is breaking down into (happy) tears and falling to his knees to hug your tummy and kiss it. especially if it’s with death magnetic to htsd era james because he’d have been worried he was too old to get you pregnant. but then his prayers would be answered when he came home from the studio one day and you gave him the best surprise he could’ve ever asked for.

and then at your first ultrasound, that man is an absolute mess. reality would be seriously setting in for him and he’s trying so hard not to bawl his damn eyes out. and when you get in the car to go home he’s just got the biggest, sweetest smile on his face and he’ll just start talking about how you should plan on doing the nursery. he’s also just so excited to tell friends and family he can hardly contain himself.

god and during your labor hes so supportive. he’ll sit with you and rub your back during your contractions, telling you how well you’re doing and how proud he is of you and how excited he is to meet your little girl. when you’re crying from how much pain you’re in, he’s kissing your forehead and trying not to cry himself because he hates seeing you in any sort of distress. but it’s all worth it for the both of you when she’s finally out and you’re both admiring how beautiful she is and the love you both have for her is so strong you can’t stop crying.

i need to stop talking abt this i could go on for hours.

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

uhhhh. how about alpine thoughts? or how your alpine lore works?

CRACKS KNUCKLES. I’m not proof reading any of this btw ok unfiltered yapping session GO

ok not gonna go too deep into it bc the next chapter is big alpine lore related so it would basically just be redundant but I can still just jot down some general hc stuff that I think will be explained in story but still just wanna have fun jotting down :3👍

-Ok so. Bc the twilight travels rift (that’s the name right??? The twigoat statue/bell one? That) has the three colored bells/statues (red blue and yellow) my thought was the bell might have been made by three people? Or goats in this case I suppose lol, haven’t thought much beyond just some kind of sorcerer/mage group of some kind, that’s basically it, not thought super hard on it beyond that but we’ll get there when we get there ig

-Accession/twilight spirits are essentially like the opposite of ghosts !! Even though they look similar I think they are actually more similar to mj, in that they still have their bodies. But for twi spirits it’s because they are basically frozen/immortal and NOT dead. As I said they are opposites, life and death and all that. The way they form is the same as corruption BUT the difference is they are calm/control their emotion/can accept the magic from their soul, where as corruption is rejecting it/being overwhelmed by it. I think a good example of this is in the prologue it was shown that snatcher makes flowers/plants wilt but twilight spirits have their whole flower thing going on yk? You get the idea

-the alps and subcon I think would be close/trade often!! (I think this got mentioned in the prologue Iirc?)

-Delilah’s mothers side of her family live in alpine while her fathers side of the family lives in subcon, hence she vaguely mentions it in fic a few times (but I also think she also clumped lotus in with her family too but more so to use as an excuse to not be super detailed abt her alp trips) (oh yeah uh if u don’t know Lotus is my TG follower twilight spirit goat oc who is dels guardian! :3)

-the bell isn’t supposed to ACTUALLY lead to the twilight realm, it’s more so meant to just a window/peek at what it’s like, …meant being the key word here (hence Hattie’s in game diary mentioning she thinks she wasn’t supposed to be there) probably gonna slip in some lore about it being under a spell/enchantment of some kind? Maybe only people tied to magic or the twilights specifically can enter, weither it be literal as in knowing TG/Lotus or following them, or more metaphorically like hat being from space counted her? Shrugs I’ll think on it a little more later ig all I know is if you got magic or ties to it you can go to the astral plane directly yayyyy :3👍 fun!!! I love going to the disorienting space afterlife for a visit it’s just an average Tuesday for me it’s fine dw about it

-twigoat religion/following is based more so on Buddhism/concepts of nirvana in my head, like there isn’t an underworld or hell or anything it’s all just one place, but TG isn’t actually a god or anything it’s like the game lore they were just a regular mortal goat who decided to protect the astral plane/watch over it after becoming a twilight spirit/traveling to the bell.

-Design detail is all twilight followers wear silver bells! :3 but NOT gold bc that’s basically saying they are doing it wrong/don’t care. (Examples of this: TG, Lotus, Dels, shady sunburnt, Rei (gold), shapes later/timeskip specifically for a different twilight character later that I’m not spoiling rn, and also party crasher has gold bells but not so much for twilight lore reasons but changeling council lore reasons which I’m not spoiling here sorry womp womp)

-I feel like believing in the twilight realm VS following the twilight goat are like separate things? Just bc the actual astral plane is a concept while TG is a person/religious figure so like most characters would know of or believe in the astral plane but not all of those characters actually follow TG youknow? Having proof of an afterlife basically means beleif in that plane isn’t part of the religion but following the religions morals/teachings IS if that makes sense???? hopefully u get the idea.. lol

-Lotus is TGs follower > dels was Lotus’s Follower > so I think @twipsai s oc zebu would be dels follower :3 (like I think they’d just be a reference and not an actual character in aau but idc I’d still kill for a!zebu <3 love that thing)

Uhhhhh I think that’s all bc my other hcs i think of either bleed into spoilers or I’m already gonna bring em up in the next chap sooooo yayyy :D👍

[spacedoutman]

Parasite

(Part 3 | Ao3)

The man looked up at him, his lipstick, colored like a coca cola can, was smeared down his chin and neck. His eyes were exhausted and unfocused, framed by dark makeup.

♥ Vinnie Vincent x Gene Simmons ♥

Chapter Summary: Gene finally meets Vinnie after winding up in the same parking lot as him and some other guy hooking up.

Note: Note too long for here, lol

Warnings:

Gene smiled big. While Paul talked, he couldn’t help but zone out trying to think of what bird he sounded like. He had a pleasant voice. He spoke softly and Gene felt he was always singing. He lolled on the bed with his eyes stuck to the roof. Water stains corroded like ant holes which he counted, his lips moving but no voice coming as his eyes flitted to the next and sometimes the one before.

“So, uh, yes, Bruce and I will be visiting the United States soon.” Paul concluded, bitter at that. “God bless him-” He burst into chuckles. “If he wasn’t supporting my ass, we’d be done for.”

Gene swung upright, sitting against the wall. The bedsprings complained. “So, uh,” He pulled his knee to his chest, wrapping his arm around it. “.. Will you and him be pursuing anything artistic here?” His eyes wandered in the direction of the roof. Paul clicked his tongue. He heard him shake his head.

“I think I’m entering a midlife crisis a little too early.”

“Ah, really?”

“Yeah.. it’s not fun. Norway’s been nice.”

Gene nodded. He winced. “Well, you should get to getting packed.” Gene lightheartedly replied. “You don’t wanna’ catch yourself slacking. It’s bad for you.” Paul gave a strained laugh.

“Alright. I’ll see you next week then.”

“You too.”

Ace’s phone buzzed. Gene glanced at it before sliding off the bed. He dropped his pajamas, tossing on whatever he saw first in his drawers. Any fashion designer would scream. A rain cloud hugged his brain. Moist, dark. Hot air rolled from Gene’s lungs as he sighed. He set a mental reminder to turn on the air conditioner so Ace wouldn’t suffocate.

His phone buzzed. He pulled it off the dresser. Wind chimes sang with clicking knick knacks. Light poured from the screen he tapped.

God of thunder

You should seriously find something you enjoy, Gene. You never talk about your hobbies and I’m worried for you

X

Gene thought about it. He opened the notification. What could it hurt to at least tell Paul he was going to?

You’re so right. I guess it’s the swinger’s club for Ace and I, huh?

You should leave him.

Do you want me to call you back and to tell you that?

I know you don’t like him jan

I say this as a friend. Love fucking sucks sometimes but u don’t need to force yourself for. Him.

I wish I had your patience dealing with my shit. I love you, Paul.

The dub-step chicken song blared, shattering the quiet. Gene jumped out of his skin. He trudged over, grabbing Ace’s phone. “Hello, whose this?” He said, shaken. His eyes were frozen wide. He hyperventilated.

“Ace!-” Bob slurred over him. “You free tonight? Huge ass party.. lots of hoes. You’ in dude? Or you’ out...?”

Gene rolled his eyes then scoffed under his breath.

“Yeah.. uh, he’ll call you back. This is Gene.”

“Aw man, Gene, wanna come?”

Gene froze. He caught the phone before it slipped from his hand. Every possible expression flickered on his face. “Uh..” He faltered. “.. Do you… erm. I don’t know.”

“I don’t know if Ace ever asks you but you’re always fucking welcome.” Bob shrugged. “I know he’s kinda an ass about that, so.. uh, don’t worry about him. He’s such a fucking ass.”

Bob’s slur jabbed Gene, who nodded. “Yeah.” He dismissed.

“Alright. I’ll back, man. It’s not till’ tonight anyway so.. yeah, have fun.” Bob snapped his fingers. “Hey, hey, since I’ve not gotten to talk to you much, is what Ace is saying true?” Gene narrowed his eyes.

“What did he say?”

“You were a mega slut before he started dating you!”

“Yes.”

“God.. he’s suck a fucking ass. If you were mine I’d treat you right.”

Bob rambled on about how he’d take Gene on dates, buy him flowers, makeup and anything he desired. Gene wondered if Bob forgot who he was talking to, but clung on to the conversation until his brain cells were all zapped and his eyelids were heavy.

“I have to go.”

“Take care, sexy mama.. I’ll talk to you later.”

Bob hung up. Gene slammed Ace’s phone on the nightstand before slumping to the bed. He sat down, yawned and checked his own phone. If he were two years younger, he would’ve gotten dressed and did his makeup to where all Ace’s friends would gawk. When he did, Ace smirked. Gene felt like staying in, anyway. He frowned.

“I don’t know if Ace ever asks you but you’re always fucking welcome.”

Gene pushed his face in his hands. Tears stung his eyes. Weren’t they supposed to be a couple? He breathed deeply, imagining a wedding. His heart went cold. He leapt from bed and snatched his jacket, pushing himself out the door. Ace, who lounged on the couch watching tv, asked through a mouthful of potato salad where Gene was going or something like that.

Gene grabbed his keys, glared then left. He got in his car and sped off.

He drove under the trees which arched like high ceilings during childhood. Shadows stretched over the roads, which were as grey as river rocks left rotting under the sun. One or two people, touched by the dim streetlight’s glow, hurried down the sidewalks littered with bags, cups and whatnot, but Gene swore there were more people now than in the day.

Houses, one step from trailers, were sandwiched between trees then shopping centers then fast food joints. They wobbled on brick foundations and were paneled by school glue.

He parked in the farthest corner of a supermarket. Smog covered the stars. He wrapped his arms around the steering wheel, setting his chin on them and gazing at the gas station down the steep hill. The lights pouring over the gas pumps reminded Gene of when he had his portrait taken for his professional work page, blinding.

Trucks covered the parking space behind it. Signs flickered over the ads slathering the door and windows. He leaned closer.

Bass thumped the parking lot. Gene flew alert, starting the car. He glanced around the parking lot. A glossy black sedan pulled in about five lots beside from him, taking up a couple spots. Gene’s jaw clenched. He turned off the car with his chest tightening. Shadows moved in the window. It wasn’t his business; He hunched over the wheel.

Hip hop blasted. Though muffled, it sounded like forty speakers surrounded Gene, who clenched the wheel and breathed a sigh deep from his gut.

A couple doors popped. Gene was pricked with the urge to at least glimpse. He glared with one eye, fidgeting with his jacket zipper.

How could he describe his body other than one made for dancing? His body was petite, drooping like a slinky. The shirt he wore was an excuse to not be arrested for nudity. It was colorless glittery mesh, the wrinkles pooling around his elbows and waist as he popped his hip glowing in the car’s golden headlights. It hugged his body otherwise. Pale booty shorts squeezed his bruised legs.

He strutted around the car to the driver side window. His almost 90s blowout swung off his shoulders. Gene’s eyes widened, glued to the man. His jaw plummeted. He leaned in the window, bending his knee and tapping his foot absently. His neon blue pump clung on. The music dwindled. Gene turned, holding himself. A knot wrangled in his throat at the thought of them seeing him.

Their headlights drained from Gene’s dash as the car pulled out. Gene’s eyes flitted in his direction. The man watching the car pull off before fixing his hair then his bag around his shoulder. A temptation pricked Gene, who tensed. ‘Go to him.’

Gene looked at his shoes. About twenty minutes passed as he was enveloped by thoughts of nothing. He sat up, his spine aching and popping. “God..” He muttered, rubbing his back. The man. He got up and gawked. The man sat on the curb, slumping and curled into as much of a ball as he could. His face was angled toward the cement. Gene’s heart sank.

He drove over to the man and rolled down his window. The man looked up at him, his lipstick, colored like a coca cola can, was smeared down his chin and neck. His eyes were exhausted and unfocused, framed by dark makeup. Gene forced a halfhearted smile, wondering if he was cold.

“Do you need a ride?” Gene shouted over his growling engine.

The man glanced at his phone before nodding. He stumbled to his feet and drug himself over. Gene rushed to unlock the car before the man got in. As he came over and when he got in, Gene was stunned by the man’s presence alone. It was like watching an actress glide down a red carpet or an airport, being the brightest face in many.

“Where-”

“I had no idea there was anyone in here.” The man, humorous, spoke over him. “I mean, to be honest, I thought.. because people, you know, park there for weird reasons, were gone.”

He grinned. God, he grinned. His white teeth shone through his full lips and his smile touched his eyes, curving his thick eyelashes a little more. It emphasized just how puffy under his eyes were, along with what might’ve been a mole drenched in foundation and soft blush. Gene’s feet flew off the ground. All his senses stopped.

“Who are you?” Gene asked before he could understand what he was saying.

The man looked down, his grin darkening a bit. “I’m Vinnie.” He said, barley over a whisper while looking down and away. “I want to uh, well, I’d like to get back to my house.”

“Where is that?”

“I can direct you there, I come through here often so I should know by heart.”

Gene nodded. He peeled his eyes away and back to the road. Pulling out of the shopping center seemed a lot less dull. His constant drawl soothed Gene’s ears with every: “I think you take a right here” or “Left. Definitely left.” His voice packed romantic sass and confidence of a heroine Gene couldn’t imagine or describe any way else.

“Now you just take the highway.” He stated. “I’ll point out the exit. I can never remember the actual number, but once it’s there I can certainly tell you.”

Gene nodded quickly. “Thank you.” He said in his breath.

The road wailed under them. Seeing Vinnie out of the corner of his vision with his ethereal face touched by pale moonlight sent Gene’s heart racing. He clenched the steering wheel. Gene breathed deeply. “I’m sorry.” He remarked, eyeing the semi-truck in front of him. Otherwise, the road was lonely.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Vinnie dismissed a bit tiredly, closing his eyes.

He clutched his purse. “You’ looking for something more?” Vinnie’s words poured like wine off his tongue. Gene’s eyes darted to Vinnie, whose own hung into bedroom eyes that could murder. Heat sprang between Gene’s hips. He stiffened—then he remembered Vinnie’s tiredness.

“You’re okay. Just relax. Can I get you something to eat?”

A prick pooled in the depths of his guts, but he sighed. Vinnie smiled. “No. But thank you. I only eat at six.”

“Alright-”

“Gah!” Vinnie cried, pointing. “That’s our exit!”

Gene looked over. Exit 15 reflected on a green sign in the streetlights. He weaved in. “So which way do I go now?”

“Er.. right.”

Gene had no idea how the houses could look worse from his part out town. The brick foundations threatened to pop out of place, vines and overgrown bushes jutting into the paneling. Each one was depressed, swamped by towering grass and yard trash. Every fifteen seconds, the car thudded over a pot hole before he pulled into the parking lot of a poor excuse of an apartment complex.

Three buildings, two stories each. The white paneling was a very light shadow of brown. Grass sprang from the cement. Vinnie eased open the car door, flashing Gene a smile before climbing out. “Thank you.” He cooed. “Good luck to you and, uh, take care.” Gene wished there was a way to keep him around longer.

“Take care.”

Gene eyed him. His gaze rolled down his body before he could realize. Vinnie backed up, waving. Gene’s heart sped up. What if he never saw Vinnie again? He thought of going back home to an empty bed and when he was asleep, the bed would dent with Ace’s presence. He thought of how heavy the air was. He swore he was the world’s most selfish bastard when he stared up through his pressed brows.

“Wait. That offer.” He murmured.

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

[silviatheorbit]

IVE SWITCH album review

This is one of the most well-rounded, consistent albums I've (hehe) heard in K-pop. It's an immediate 10/10. The album has an overarching arc ( in my interpretation).

IVE is a tiger with a cold, blue heart that is slowly melted by love. Heya and Accendio show how they are able to cast spells to lure people before (metaphorically) eating them. In Ice Queen, we learn that IVE acts aloof and uninterested even when words hurt. Their heart is closed off, even when they cast their spell they are pretending.

However, in WOW, IVE begins to fall in love unwillingly. Whether they actually confess depends on how you interpret the last track, Reset.

One interpretation is that the person they fell in love with in WOW broke their heart and now they are "resetting" to their cold mode now that their trust is broken.

Another interpretation is that Reset is kind of a flashback, explaining the backstory to why they stopped trusting people and became an Ice Queen in the first place. Either way (heh), I love when albums have a cohesive storyline. This may become my favorite album of the year!

But before I rate the tracks individually,

Track 1: Heya

Rating: 10/10

IVE almost never misses with title tracks, and Heya just proves this! This sounds like someone bottled the best parts of K-pop into a bottle and mixed it together. I especially love the bridge, just when the main hook of the song gets boring, the song veers into new territory. The song interpolates No Diggity by Blackstreet. Since I hadn't heard this song before I listened to Heya (being gen-z), I can't really speak on the original vs. new. I will say however, they arranged the sample in a way that was pretty seamless. I only knew it was a sample because of prior research for this review. This might become my favorite IVE title track, we'll see!

Track 2 : Accendio

(note: this review was posted before the Accendio m/v came out)

Rating: 8.5/10

I feel this song had so much potential, but ultimately fell a little flat. This is really clear in the chorus, if the chords (help i don't know music terminology) were a little louder it would have added more substance to the sparse chorus. The verses are also not my favorite. However, the pre-chorus and the post-chorus (!) is where the song really shines. It's also what made me give the track an 8.5. However, I would also like to highlight the lyrics (this should be its own segment at this point - me ranting about lyrics).

Dear priest I have a confession to make

Pupils dyed with colors never seen before That emotion is pure, that gaze is love

Swirl two fingers Show you a sweet curse Let them B-U-R-N, yeah

If you want to see the rest, just search it up. I'm truly impressed with these lyrics. But before I get too distracted, lets move on.

Track 3: Blue Heart

9/10

I've (ha) noticed a lot with this album, the verses seem so lackluster compared to the chorus which feels much more fleshed out. This track especially, I wish the rest of the song sounded more like the chorus. I don't have a lot more to say, but the track is pretty good.

aaaaaand now...introducing the Lyrics segment lol.

Poppin' that reddish one then blooms blue heart Blooming in blue Give you that frozen smile with my blue heart Softly crush it underfoot

Cynical, cynical, a bit colder Typical, typical, comfortably Skeptical, skeptical No matter how much I try to heat up, I'm— Blue

Wonyoung's lyrics are so interesting! I think the interpretation people seem to agree on is that Wonyoung is talking about how she must remain aloof and unfazed despite the overwhelming hate she gets on a daily basis. While the topic is certainly interesting, what really fascinates me is how Wonyoung makes such a somber topic sound poetic, comparing the hate to a red flower she crushes under her foot. The personal lyrics really make me connect more with the song.

Track 4: Ice Queen

Rating: 10/10

New favorite song unlocked?? It's not just the addicting melody, but the production is in such a way that I can imagine the concept of the song without even knowing the title. The nature sounds in the beginning and the cracking sound effects makes me feel like an actual queen in a castle. I love the concept of this song enough that I almost wish it was a title track or at least had an m/v. I won't add a lyric segment, but just know I really, really, really wanted to because the lyrics to this one really resonated with me. Also, the haunting ad-libs by Liz (?) add to the whole vibe.

Track 5: WOW

Rating: 8/10

This track is quite cute, but compared to the other songs not as good. This slice-of-life type is not my favorite, but the percussion made it much more interesting. It reminds me a bit of Lips from their previous album. The lyrics are nice tho, and fit the theme of the album.

Track 6: Reset

Rating: 8.5/10

A blessing on my ears, this one. Sweet until you look at the lyrics. I love the main hook and this will be going on my playlist for sure. A good closer, the choice to not make it a ballad seems intentional. Even though the lyrics are about getting over a breakup, IVE breaks the typical mold of it being a ballad. It's gentle, but not overly emotional (fits the ice queen theme!).

Closing thoughts: Perfection! Absolute perfection. IVE has done it again, I can't wait to see the concept for the Accendio M/V on May 15. Stan IVE!

[prentissluvr]

THE OVERALLS!!!!! YES YES 100% YESSS!!!

omg imagine the picnics though… i can literally visualize sam carrying a lil basket of food and making a nice meal for u in a flower field

or sammy picking flowers and berries and puts them in a cute little box that he knows you’ll love just because he saw it and it reminded him of u!!!!! IM GONNA COMBUST

not to skip too far ahead.. but i feel like sam would wanna build a giant army of children runnin around the big family house, really making it a home

if it’s only one child, i feel like he’d be a girl dad! i would like to think he would sew her clothes! or patch them up when needed if he couldn’t make full outfits! just imagine him hunched over a table with all kinds of fabrics, ribbons and buttons sprawled around and he’s hand sewing everything for his lil girl!

if he had a boy, i just know he’d have so much fun teaching him to ride horses or how to make the best steak (using mary’s recipe ofc!) and he would def be close to his uncle, dean! maybe sam would teach his son a thing or two about sewing if he expresses any sort of interest in that kinda thing!

i didn’t wanna make this too long so this is the last thing i’m adding to this ask, but could u IMAGINE the beard sam would grow??? personally i love me a full, nicely trimmed beard and i think sam could pull it off! maybe he would accidentally grow it out because he’d be too busy doing farm work to really take care of it… just put this picture in your head: sam, in overalls, wearing his long beard so perfectly while ushering the pigs back into the barn. the mind is truly a blessing

- 🧺

BRO YOUR BRAIN !!!!!!!! you're so adorable actually i'm obsessed

aHHHH THE PICNIC I'M SCREAMINGGG SO SO SO CUTEEE HEHE he can't stop holding your hand or kissing your cheek or whispering romantic things in your ear as the sun sets <33

OH MY GOD NO IM GONNA COMBUST FIRSTTTT EWWW I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D SAY THAT TO MEEEEE ITS TOO CUTE bonus points if he does that for the first time before you get together and he's all shy and awkward but oh so sweet. and you're sooo so flattered and giddy that he'd do something so simple yet so endearingly sweet for you. you take the box and give him a peck on the cheek before running away and sam just stands there frozen and blushing and high out of his mind from joy. and he cherishes that interaction so he does it for you after you start dating as well and it's just the sweetest thing ever ughhhh

hehehe i agree tho!! i think sam could swing either way in terms of just one kid or several!! but either way he's just the sweetest father in the entirety of the universe <33 he is so so so gentle and yes i'm absolutely a girldad!sam truther. the idea of him sewing or patching up his girl's clothes has me paralyzed on the FLOOR THAT'S SO CUTE BRO. ahhhh and uncle dean just has the softest spot for his little niece, he spoils her so much.

i love to see sam teaching his son to break gender norms hehehe <33 and yes! he just loves everything possible that he could do for and with his kids, no matter what gender. and yes! while dean would adore having a little niece i think he'd be so so so close with a little boy for sure. he's a total bad influence HAHA (not really ofc and he spoils his nephew too for sure)

AGHHGHGSIKDFHSKASLKD BABES DONT. DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT BEARD SAM. listennnnnn i just loveeeee love love him with a beard he's so attractive and hot and also somehow looks soft in his own way like that but also older and well. i love me a good older man HAHA ANYWAYSSS BUT THATS JUST SO CUTE IN THIS CONTEXT IMO EW BUT SO HOT TOO HAHAH and you just like lowkey loving his beard so much and he's like honey why tho like. i just forgot to shave that's all. an you're like please keep forgetting to shave LOL. "while ushering pigs back into the barn." SCREAMING HAHAHAH that is so funny and also SO FACTS LOL i love your brain so much bestie <333

[happyheidi]

(via)

[joonberriess]

s u g a r

p a i r i n g : namjoon x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au.

t a g s : cunnilingus, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, creampies, breeding kink, pregnancy, possessive namjoon, sweet!reader, reader’s cute, daddy kink, fooling around in a car, LOTS of domesticity, fluffy, dirty talk, sex tapes were made

s u m m a r y : you have a long history with your gentle giant, there’s a lot more to come in the future. alternatively you’re the light of namjoon’s life.

w o r d c o u n t : 10.8 k

It all began the moment he laid eyes on you sitting so pretty with nowhere to go. You were in a pretty flower dress with your cardigan discarded next to you on the bench. On your lap you had a sketch book, pencil, and your phone. He'd never seen someone so beautiful like you..

Namjoon liked to tell everyone he fell for your pretty charm and calm nature. Truth was it was fate that brought him to you. Like gravity pulled him to you, he slowly approached and stood in front of you with his bike by his side. You at first mistook him for wanting to sit so you hurried to move your book.

"No, no," He rushed out, waving a hand in the air as a coy smile overcame his features, "I just came over here because... you were sitting by yourself." He finished lamely, shoulders slumping a little.

You stared up at him, hand frozen in the air. "Oh. Did you want to keep me company?"

"Yeah, if you want though."

A slow smile crept up on your face, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with a timid nod. "I would love that actually." You softly whispered and made room for him to sit.

From there on your relationship blossomed. Things were slow because of his work. You knew he felt bad about not being able to take you on dates or see you as often but truth to be told you didn't mind. He made up for it with the effort he put in to make it work. Plus it was even better when he did have the time to see you.

Namjoon didn't pop the question until after four months of talking. He sat you down and asked if this was something you were willing to risk. He warned you about his busy schedule, his fans, and many other things but you said yes. You were deeply in love by then, call you silly but Namjoon really made your heart run wild.

He became your first serious boyfriend, you had never felt this way with your previous partner. He made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. Always put you first before anything, cared deeply about your problems, and was always there during your off days. He was perfect to you.

If you asked anyone to describe Namjoon they'd all say the same thing. "Whipped." But you didn't care though, you wouldn't have it any other way.

+

"Wait–you didn't tell me you were coming!"

You snapped your head towards the van door, eyes widening when you saw it was Yoongi's girlfriend. "Oh my god you're here!" You wrapped your arms around the girl, hugging her tightly and rocking slightly side to side, "How have you been?"

"Good, good," she laughed softly, "just getting by you know? Trying not to lose my marbles with all this crazy hectic stuff. How about you?"

"I'm well, doing my own thing and trying not to lose it like you said." You grinned, scooting over and making room for her to sit with you, "So is this like a getaway trip? Kinda like the Bon Voyage trips no?"

She nodded and pulled her phone out to snap a photo of you two, "Kinda yeah, Yoongi told me they basically do nothing. It's like a vacation for them, just filmed and all."

"Oh wow... doesn't sound like much of a vacation if you have to film it." You joked softly, "Before you say anything no, Joon doesn't know I'm coming yet. I told him I was going to be leaving my mom's today and that I'd see if I could make it."

"Oh," her eyes widened, "he thinks you aren't coming?? And you guys haven't seen each other for like what four weeks now?"

You nodded slowly, "Yep. I feel bad not telling him like ughhh seeing him so disappointed made me all sad but it's a surprise and I know he'll be really happy when he sees me."

The ride to the filming location seemed very long to you. You imagined what his reaction would be like to see you, each leaving you smiling like a school girl. You checked your messages with Namjoon, scrolling through them and giggling like a idiot at each one.

Sometimes you wondered what the hell you two were on. One minute he was talking about Moni, another he was sending you pictures of his plants and then asking you to name them. You were no different though, sending him out of context videos and weird pictures of Moni.

It slowly hit that you missed him deeply, pout settling on your face. "Are we there yet?" You asked like a child, making the driver laugh and confirm to you, "We are? Oh my goodness." You giggled hiding behind your hands as you watched the van slowly pull up into the driveway.

"Apparently they already told Yoongi and Joon that there's a surprise for them coming in the van."

You smiled happily at her and whined, "Open the doorrrr."

Laughter filled the van as it came to a stop. You watched as the girl pulled the door open, stepping out as she waved at Yoongi who sported the biggest smile. The other guys had came along to see this so called surprise, eagerly greeting her until they saw you pop out.

"y/n!" Jimin yelled out, arms waving like crazy.

You happily waved back, noticing the way Namjoon's eyes went wide in shock as he looked at his members then at you. It made you laugh because he looked like he didn't know what to do. So you decided to run towards him, happy giggles leaving you as he opened his arms.

"Baby!" He grinned and lifted you up into his arms, spinning you in a circle, "I thought you weren't gonna make it."

"Surprise?" You leaned forward and planted soft kisses to his lips, "You should have seen your face, you looked so clueless."

Namjoon chuckled, eyes closing as he let you peck his lips over and over again. "I mean I was really bummed out the whole time thinking you weren't gonna come so can you really blame me?" He softly mumbled, arms tightening around you.

You smiled and gently poked his dimple, "Well now you can be happy. Help me with my luggage please?" You pouted and wiggled around until your feet touched the floor once again. "I brought a lot of stuff to keep me busy, I feel like I brought more puzzles and books than clothes."

"Babe I can't have you walking around in nothing. That's for me only," Namjoon whined quietly whilst slipping his hand down to your waist, sneaking in a few cheeky ass grabs. "As much as I love seeing you naked I can't have anyone lookin' at my girl." He finished in his deep voice, English accent popping out just a tiny bit.

"Hush, hush I brought enough to get me through the filming. Might steal your hoodies or sweats who knows. Maybe even go commando," you teased with a giggle as you felt his hand swat your ass gently, "kidding, kidding."

Namjoon gave a long 'hmm', going to the trunk and grabbing your bags, "You got everything? Charger? Phone?" He said as he watched you look into your purse and nod when you found your items, "Okay let's get going," he kissed your forehead gently and carried the luggage away.

Happily you trailed after your boyfriend, waving and greeting the boys politely. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Jimin called out, winking at you. Of course leave it to Jimin to make a comment like that.

You rolled your eyes yelling back, "Yes mom." It caused the boys to erupt into laughter that faded as you stepped into the mansion. You and Namjoon made small talk about your trip as he led you to his bedroom. It was nice and spacious, sunlight entering in all the right areas. It felt cozy.

"Joon what a mess, don't even try and deny it cause I know how you are." You teased softly whilst going to clean the small coffee table which had empty chip bags lying around.

Namjoon groaned quietly, setting your bags down and trying to drag you away from the mess, "Stop that, I just wanna lay down on you." He grunted.

A squeal left your lips, hands coming down to grip his arms as he suddenly carried you to the bed. He tossed you on it like a sack of potatoes, you bounced a little off the mattress with a: "Joon!"

"Shh," he climbed over you, lips gently covering your own as he cupped your cheek, "the trash can wait for later." He mumbled out, lips slowly moving against yours.

You softly giggled, a slow smile spreading over your lips, "Missed me that much?"

Namjoon nodded, "You know I did baby," he growled quietly, "left me for four whole weeks.. with only a few pictures thinking that was gonna satisfy me. We both know I need your pussy baby."

Your cheeks flushed feeling a bit warmer with his dirty talk. You parted your legs to which he happily slotted himself between. He pressed his hips to yours, letting his hard cock rest against your inner thigh near your pussy. "Feel that? That's how much I missed you baby," he slowly swirled his hips, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock.

"Joon," you quietly whimpered, pawing at his biceps and knocking your knees against his sides, "don't tease me please."

"Why not baby? You teased me so much with that pretty ass and your little moans in those filthy videos you sent me." Namjoon managed to pin your wrists down, "baby girl's all talk and no bite. Ain't that right?" He rolled his hips a bit more forceful.

You mewled softly, head leaned back in frustration from the thin barrier of your panties separating you from his cock. "Yes," you softly panted, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over with lust.

"Yes what?" He rose a brow.

"Yes Daddy."

A satisfied smile spread across his face, hand letting your tiny wrist go. He gently cupped your chin and stroked your bottom lip slowly, "That's my baby, hips up." He softly ordered, free hand creeping around.

You obeyed, hips lifting upwards and pressing closer to his throbbing cock. You bit your lip and watched in curiosity as he slid a pillow down under your hips. "Hold your dress for me baby, Daddy wants to have a taste." He huskily said, hands already tugging your wet panties down.

Slowly you hiked your dress up to expose your lower half, pussy clenching around nothing as the cool air hit you. You eagerly watched as he slid down the bed coming eye-level with your cunt. "Pretty little pussy," Namjoon chuckled, tongue coming out to lick a stripe up your soft folds.

He moaned softly in appreciation, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them spread. His eyes shot up to watch your blissed out face, if anything he could get off to the faces you made whenever he pleasured you. He let his tongue circle around your clit, pressing into it and moving side to side.

"Joon–" your back arched as you let the hem of the dress go, letting it pool around your hips.

Namjoon hummed in question, eyes closing and mouth working on your pussy. He pulled back to spit and used that to make things messier. Your hands buried in his hair, holding it gently as his tongue slid down to your slicked up hole. A breathless moan left you when his tongue had slowly slipped in.

Namjoon moved a hand up to flick his thumb at your clit, rubbing the small nub from side to side and then rolling it around gently. This combined with his tongue inside had you moaning uncontrollably. "Yes–please," you softly whispered, eyes closed and lips parted, "oh god baby just like that."

He pressed down firmer on your clit, your breath hitching as he wiggled his tongue around. Your eyes snapped open and you looked down to watch him closely. His eyes were closed as he ravished you like it was his last meal. He slipped his tongue out and pulled back to softly pant, eyes trained on your cunt as he licked the slick off his lips.

"Fuck baby, fucking missed you." He breathed out and leaned back down, mouth latching on to your clit.

Your mouth fell open as he sucked the utter life out of your sensitive clit. It had your toes curling, back arching once more as you tightened your grip on his hair. "Joon–yes, yes, yes, please." You sobbed out.

Namjoon opened his eyes to watch you, hand going up to gently grip yours. He happily slurped you up, quiet moans leaving him as he breathed harshly through his nose. What took the cake was when Namjoon decided to move his head back and forth, mouth still attached to your clit. You cried out, your fingers tightening around his as you trembled.

"Keep going please–so close," your hips canted upwards towards his tongue, chasing more pleasure.

He laid his tongue flat against your clit, letting you grind on him and get off. He snaked his free hand down to prod at your slicked up hole. "In, in," you begged softly to which he obliged.

His long fingers filled you up just right, pussy clenching down as he worked another finger in. You half expected he was going to go slow but you were so wrong.. Namjoon immediately picked the pace up with his fingers, sliding them in and out of you with ease. Not to mention he curled them just right to hit your g-spot dead on with each movement.

A sweet cry bubbled its' way out of your throat, eyes welling with tears. The stimulation was too much, having his hot mouth on your clit sucking harshly at the engorged flesh and his fingers deep in had you seeing stars. All you could really do was cry, whimper, or choke up on your moans. It was just that good.

"I'm gonna cum–" you whispered, "J-Joonie!" You cried softly.

The tears ran down your cheeks, brows scrunched together as you slowly reached your orgasm. Your pussy wildly pulsed, Namjoon decided it was a good time to climb up your body and force his tongue into your mouth. You moaned loudly and wrapped your legs around his body and arm around his neck.

Your hips were desperately grinding on his fingers, the palm of his hand now striking your swollen slicked-up clit. As you were on the brink of your orgasm you felt his fingers leave you, a small spurt of slick following in suit. You whined loudly, about to ask why he stopped when all off a sudden you felt the tip of his cock against your folds.

"C'mon," Namjoon panted out against your lips, "cum for me baby."

Your teary eyes opened, watching as he began to stroke his cock over your sensitive clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes meeting his as he quickly pumped his cock. He was panting, lip between his teeth as he worked his cock. Slowly your orgasm hit, thighs shaking as your pussy lightly squirted.

"That's a good girl," he praised softly, lips finding your neck and sucking hickeys into the soft flesh, "did so well for me." He moaned out.

You went completely silent, more tears streaming down your cheeks as the orgasm left you boneless. Namjoon took the chance to slip inside the mess he had created between your thighs, cock pushing deep against your wet heat. You jumped a little, hand coming down to grip his wrist as you sobbed loudly.

Namjoon hissed at the tightness, pinning your wrists on either side of your head. He rolled his hips in quick strokes, pelvis bumping into your clit as weak spurts of cum left you. "Fuck," he bit his lip, "missed fucking this pussy." He dropped down on his elbows, caging you in as he worked his thick cock in and out of you.

"Gonna make me cum–shit," Namjoon's lips parted as he shakily breathed, "ohh god," he grit his teeth, "not gonna last baby." He said this as his cock throbbed inside of you.

You pulled Namjoon down for a kiss, hands holding his face as you rolled your hips up despite the overstimulation hitting you. Namjoon moaned loudly into your mouth, hips stopping as he let you grind on him. His orgasm hit seconds later, hips jerking in surprise as he gripped your hair tightly.

"Shit," he sighed out, eyes drooping a little as his cock weakly throbbed inside of you.

Your pussy clenched down to keep his cum inside of you, a satisfied smile on your face. "I'm sleepy now." This was the magic his dick held over you, he could literally send you to sleep with just how good the sex was.

"Me too," Namjoon mumbled as he rolled off of you, soft cock slipping out as he laid on his back next to you.

You both stared at the ceiling of the room. No one said a thing, and right as you dozed off you could hear him speak. "You want ramen?"

"Get out." You muttered rolling away as he laughed.

+

It was extremely peaceful and relaxing being with Namjoon again. The two of you made up for the time lost within those four weeks. Whether it was you cooking for him and watching a movie afterwards or him dragging you along to work out, the two of you were inseparable. It was just so nice to have peace and quietness, all relaxation and no work.

You were sitting outside with Jimin in the grass, gossiping like usual. You enjoyed his company greatly, he was like the best friend and brother you never had.

"I'm surprised," he softly mumbled while playing with the grass, "I would have assumed it would be you and Namjoon being loud but damn, Yoongi goes at it like she's gonna fucking leave him or something." Jimin snorted.

"Oh yeahh.." you awkwardly smiled, trying not to laugh, "Last night I couldn't sleep cause all I could hear was the bed creaking."

Jimin gently elbowed you, "Girl don't act like you don't get your back blown out, you just do it quietly." He laughed with his head thrown back.

You whined in embarrassment, hiding your face and elbowing Jimin back, "Shut up! Oh my god you're so freaking–ugh. Fine but I'm just trying to save myself from the embarrassment of getting teased okay?! It's so freaking weird knowing you guys can hear it at night."

"Please," Jimin scoffed, "we hear everything. Kook was complaining the other night about Yoongi and her cause they were so loud Bam kept barking thinking something was happening in the damn room. Jin's all pissy too cause he said he heard Namjoon, he wanted to ask you to gag him."

"Jin stay being bitter." You softly smiled, throwing a little grass at Jimin, "I guess we're just excited is all. I mean past all the sex and stuff I can tell Joon missed me. We haven't really ever been apart for long, max was a week before but this time it was four weeks.. I don't know, is it bad?"

Jimin shook his head slowly, "No, that man loves you and I know you do too. It's a normal thing to miss your boyfriend, I would miss my lover too if they left me for more than a week. And I get you, you don't need to explain anything to me. I'm just glad you make him happy."

You leaned your head on his arm, pout settling on your features, "Yeah, but I like 'love love' him Jimin. He's the man I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I figured this out when my mom sat me down and talked to me." You perked up a little when you saw your boyfriend wave at you from afar, volleyball in hand as you smiled softly, "He makes me so happy my heart just hurts."

"I can tell," Jimin softly replied, "if anything I already called dibs on you two getting married or something. I mean c'mon, how could he not? You really make him happy too, you're there for him whenever he needs someone and you take care of him. I'm glad Joon has someone like you. I'm serious." He finished quietly, watching as Namjoon jogged up to you two.

"You guys wanna play?" Namjoon said as he held the ball out, "Taehyung and Kook dragged me out so I figured might as well."

You shook your head, "No not really, I was gonna actually head inside these damn mosquitos are biting me."

"You want me to come baby?" Namjoon softly murmured as he pulled you up into his arms.

"Please." You said and looked back at Jimin, "Bye Min, I'll see you around okay?" You waved to him and followed Namjoon as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You could hear Taehyung and Jungkook whine about Namjoon leaving them but your boyfriend could care less.

The two of you decided on a nice lunch before your retreat. You hummed 'Dynamite', hips swaying lightly as you grabbed ingredients for the tteokbokki you wanted to make. Namjoon didn't really help much, opting to hold you as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. "You sure you don't need anything else?"

"No, it's okay I got the stuff I needed in one go. This should be enough for everyone don't you think?" You softly asked, head leaned back as you pout your lips for a kiss.

Namjoon quickly pecked your lips, eyes flickered to the ingredients before him, "Yeah I think so." He said in-between pecks, "Mix mines with the ramen? Please?" He softly asked.

You nodded turning back to the stove, "Get the pot then please I'm gonna start cutting the vegetables, bring for the others too." You softly finished, searching through the drawers for the knife you had seen Jin using on many occasions.

Occasionally the boys dropped by to see what you were cooking. Seokjin had stayed to watch after offering help and being denied by you. You had Namjoon attached to your back just holding you and following your movements. Every time he laughed you could feel the rumble in his chest. It made you smile to see him this happy.

"So when can we expect mini Namjoon running around?" Seokjin softly asked, amusement in his eyes.

"Not now Jin," you snorted softly, "let us enjoy being boyfriend-girlfriend first before any of that."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, "Please you've been enjoying boyfriend-girlfriend for years now, at this rate I'll be heading to the damn army before you even give me a nephew."

You giggled softly, leaning back into Namjoon's chest as he wrapped his arms around you, "Just say you're getting old, no shame in that you grumpy man."

The two idols laughed with Seokjin growing embarrassed as he covered his pink face. "Yah! I can't believe you fucking called me old! Sure I'm almost in my thirties but damn don't kill a man's self-esteem!" Seokjin stuttered out in-between his laughter.

"You aren't getting any younger... When are YOU gonna bring us a nephew or niece huh?" Namjoon smirked, "Talking about us being boyfriend-girlfriend for years look at you. Don't come for my girlfriend–EVER." He sassed, finger pointing accusingly at Seokjin.

You shook your head slowly, covering your face as you lowered the temperature of the stove. "I'm so done with you two. Food's ready now quit arguing. Joon help me with the plates please?" You softly said, opening the cupboard to bring out the bowls.

Seokjin by then had stopped laughing and practically demanded you let him help. You gave in begrudgingly as the three of you set the plates and cutlery out. Of course you ended up serving Namjoon because he was a big baby around you. This in turn led to the others whining for the same treatment.

"No go away, she's my girlfriend not yours." Namjoon huffed quietly, carrying your plates to the table, "I'm already letting you taste her cooking that's all you get."

"Possessive bastard." Jimin stuck his tongue out, bowl in his hand as he waited for Jungkook to serve himself. 

You happily hummed, deciding to help the boys despite your boyfriend whining about it. When you saw that Yoongi's girlfriend was handling hers and Yoongi's you decided your work there was done. You sat down at the table with your chair close to Namjoon's. You threw yours legs over Joon's lap, opting to let your food cool down.

"Don't burn yourself." You softly chided, hand coming up to wipe some sauce off his cheek.

"Won't." Namjoon softly mumbled, blowing on his food and then taking a big bite.

The lunch went by smoothly, occasionally you played with Bam who would come over to snuggle into your leg. All nine of you enjoyed the meal, talking amongst yourselves and telling embarrassing stories to pass the time. It was a fun time for you, you couldn't remember the last time you enjoyed a meal like this with friends.

"We can wash the plates, and no y/n you can't help. You did enough by cooking this for us." Seokjin sternly said, everyone else agreeing and throwing their 'thank yous' in.

You gave into their demands, pout on your features as you leaned your head on Namjoon's shoulder, "Fine. Let's go?" You said softly.

Namjoon nodded, clearing his throat as he stacked your plates up, "Yeah hold on let me get a water real quick."

The two of you said your farewells and left to the bedroom. You went to sit on the couch, groan leaving you as you curled up, "I feel so full." You muttered quietly, watching as Namjoon downed his water.

"You're bloated how cute." He teased, palming your stomach with big hands, "Babe why can't you always be like this. So squishy and soft." He teased softly.

You rolled your eyes, leaning back and letting him do as he pleased. Seokjin's words began to creep back into your mind. While you and Namjoon did hope to have kids one day you weren't so sure when that day would come. Was it possible that maybe you two were ready? Like Seokjin had said you both have been dating for a long time..

"What are you thinking about baby?" Namjoon's gentle voice brought you out of your thoughts.

Slowly your eyes met his, "Joon," you whispered, "do you think.. that maybe we're ready..? Ready for a baby?" Your heart wildly thumped in your chest, you were scared of what he was gonna say but it was now or never.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking into your eyes disbelieving of what you had just said. You watched how he struggled to form a proper response. He sighed softly, leaning back on the couch, staring back at you. "I honestly think so," he softly said, "I never wanted to push you towards that because it's a big decision we both have to make. But yes, I can see myself having a family with you. I think we're way past ready baby."

You smiled up at him, hands coming to cup his cheeks, "I love you so much Joonie."

"I love you too," he chuckled, lips finding your own as a promise for your future.

+

The birds chirped and cool air seeped in through the open window. It was barely seven o'clock in the morning, not a single soul up and about other than you and Namjoon. You had been sleeping on your side, ass pressed to your boyfriend's crotch. He had an arm around you, hand under your shirt as he held your bare tit.

At first it started with Namjoon grinding his morning wood, not looking to get off but rather stimulate it. You could feel the curve of his cock pressed up against your cheeks. Then he switched to playing with your nipple, fingers gently twisting the nub and rolling it around.

You softly sighed in your sleep, eyes slowly opening with drowsiness kicking in. "Joon.." you mumbled softly, "Stop teasing."

He quietly chuckled, sleepy smile spreading over his lips as he let your nipple go. He slid his hand out of your shirt, tugging your flimsy shorts and panties down, "Baby... I want some." He murmured.

"Hm." You wiggled your ass against him, "Go ahead."

With your permission Namjoon dipped his fingers down between your legs, gently gliding up and down your soft folds. He pressed gently on your clit, circling around the nub and teasing it. You relaxed further into the bed, eyes fluttering and lips parting. Pleasure boiled in your tummy, not a lot but enough to have you enjoying it.

Gradually your pussy grew wetter, cunt pulsing from the touches and nipples hardening under his shirt. Namjoon mouthed at your neck, sucking hickeys on to your soft skin, "Gonna give you a baby," he softly whispered, "you'd like that wouldn't you?"

Your tongue darted out to lick your upper lip, nodding at his words and rolling your hips forward. He moved his finger in fast circles, "You want everyone to know how well I bred you don't you baby? How my cock is the reason you're all knocked up?" He purred in your ear.

"God yes–don't stop," you moaned out, hand coming down to grip his wrist, "please Joonie, give me a baby. Let them all know who bred my pussy, who I belong to."

Namjoon groaned quietly at your dirty words, fingers dipping low to see how wet you were. The soft wet noise your cunt made was enough to tell him you were ready. "Lift your leg up for me baby." He gently guided you, hand grasping the back of your knee, "Hold it real quick."

You heard shuffling behind you, excitement bubbled in your tummy as your pussy throbbed at the idea of being pregnant. You felt him rub against your folds slowly, his cock tapping against your clit. "I got you baby," he replaced your hand and held your leg up.

Slowly he rolled his hips forward, cock slipping past your wet folds and into your wet pussy. Your mouth fell open as you relished in the feeling of his cock penetrating you. Namjoon grunted softly, head burying in your neck as he pressed forward. His hips were flush against your ass, balls nestled against your folds.

"So good," he breathed out, hips swirling around in a slow circle, "just like that baby, let Daddy fuck your pretty pussy. Gonna fill you with cum till you catch."

A soft moan left your lips, cunt clenching at the thought of his cum. It was much more thrilling now because he wasn't going to cum in you for the hell of it anymore, he was doing it with purpose. The sole purpose of getting you nice and round with his baby, and that aroused you to no end.

His hips slowly drew back and then forward. He lingered in you for a few seconds before repeating the same motion. The pleasant slide of his thick cock against your walls left you yearning for more. You gently pressed your face into the pillow, soft and quiet moans leaving you. "Right there," you mumbled.

Namjoon groaned softly, eyes shut as he rolled his hips. "Yeah? Tell Daddy what you need baby." He emphasized his words by pressing into you.

"Need Daddy to fuck me into the sheets, want him to give me a baby." You replied softly with a whine, hand coming down to rub your neglected clit in slow circles.

"You want Daddy to fuck you hard with his cock? Till your pussy's creaming?" Namjoon picked up the pace slightly, hips rocking a bit faster as a soft squelching noise was created.

You nodded eagerly, lips parting in a small 'o' shape as you shuddered. Your pleasured spiked up when his thrusts picked up the pace, you rubbed your clit in time which sent you into a spiral. "Yes, yes, yes," you whimpered, toes curling and your hand gripping the sheets.

Namjoon deep moans began to grow in volume, his thighs smacked against your ass as he went a bit harder. He kissed over your old hickey and planted his lips on it, sucking on your bruised skin. His grip on your leg slipped with how he was getting lost in the throes of pleasure. "Fuck baby lie on your stomach for me," he said, hissing when he pulled out with a wet smack as his cock slapped against his stomach.

You whined at the empty feeling and slowly turned to lie on your stomach, lifting your hips for him. He loomed over you, hands gripping your hips as he positioned his cock once more and slid in. A long moan bubbled out of your throat, eyes closing as you buried your face in the pillow.

"Good girl," he huffed out, brows pinching in concentration as he began to roll his hips again.

His thrusts were now faster, hands gripping you tightly to move you like a rag doll on his cock. Your sopping pussy created a filthy noise along with the sound of his balls slapping against your clit. Your mouth had fallen open, short whimpers and moans leaving. You could only focus on the long drag of his cock, tip hitting your g-spot just nicely.

"Daddy," you whined out, eyes squeezed shut as you struggled to keep your legs spread open and hips lifted. " 's too much." You slurred out.

"Babygirl got fucked stupid? All she cares about is cum in her filthy little pussy, ain't that right?" He panted out, hand coming down to smack your ass and grab the cheek afterwards.

You moaned a bit too loud, hand coming back to grip the back of his thigh. "Yes!"

"Yes what?" He softly growled.

"Yes Daddy." You mewled, free hand reaching down between you two to rub at your clit.

The pleasure increased again with how hard and fast he was going. That and the way his cock was hitting all the right spots had you seeing stars. Your orgasm slowly built, pussy quivering and toes curling. You chanted his name softly, fingers gently slapping against your clit as you desperately tried to reach your blissful orgasm.

Namjoon sensed this, jaw slack as he watched the way his cock disappeared inside of you. He moaned at the sight of slick you left on his cock. His hands grabbed at both of your cheeks, smacking and groping the jiggly flesh. "C'mon, cum for me baby," he leaned his head back, long groan leaving him.

You whimpered one last time, mouth falling open as you came silently. Your pussy absolutely gushed around his cock, making it a bit slippery between your legs as your fingers rubbed fast circles on your clit. You throbbed around his cock, thighs quaking as you tried to push your legs together to ease the sensitivity there.

"Oh fuck," he mumbled out and went faster, chasing his orgasm.

Namjoon's mouth fell open when he felt you start to rock back against him. He stayed still watching as you worked your hips on him, ass slapping against his pelvis with each movement. "I'm gonna cum baby," he moaned loudly, "yes–y/n..!" He gasped out and grabbed your hips, stopping you as he rolled his hips three times in quick grinds.

You quietly whined as his cock throbbed inside of you. He filled you to the brim, deep sighs and groans leaving him as he pat your ass in appreciation. "Shit, it's really messy." He murmured out, voice thick and hoarse.

"Who made the mess?" You murmured back, head slumping on the pillow, biting back a smile when he slapped your ass as a warning, "Yeah, yeah whatever." You smirked.

Namjoon flopped face down in the sheets, hand stroking over your ass, "Don't start something you can't finish baby." He warned softly, noticing how relaxed you were. He smiled to himself, "..... And you fell asleep didn't you?" He chuckled going to wrap his arms around you with the promise of cleaning you up later after a much needed nap.

+

You slumped forward in the car, pout finding its' way to your lips. "You're gonna be gone for the whole month though!" You whined, balancing your phone between your shoulder and ear.

"I know, I know baby but I promise I'll fly you out as soon as I'm finished with the concerts here. We can head down to Texas or anywhere else you wanna go to okay?" Namjoon chuckled on the other line.

"Sucks I can't make it though, I really wanted to see you perform live again. But it's okay I'll stream it and support you from my laptop."

"I really wanted you to be there too, but I'll make sure to face time you as often as I can. And call too. Speaking of call get off the damn phone you're about to drive over here I need my girlfriend very much alive."

You rolled your eyes and started up the car, making sure your phone connected to the car, "There you drama queen, you're on speaker now speak or forever hold your peace."

"And this is how you wanna have my kids? Driving like a maniac on the phone? I'm gonna have to take a raincheck on that one." Namjoon laughed.

"I am not a maniac! How dare you even suggest that? Because you're laughing a little too hard for someone who can't drive at your big age." You scoffed, smirking when he went quiet on the other side, "Uh-huh that's right, what I thought. Now here's some kisses I'm gonna get on the freeway. Love you." You softly said.

"I love you too baby be careful and I'll see you when you get here."

The line cut off and you found yourself smiling. The whole not being able to make it situation was another surprise of yours. You in fact did plan on going to the concert and spending time with him in LA. You just didn't want to tell him in order to give him the surprise. Again.

You drove silently to where your boyfriend lived, a low hum leaving your lips. You made it there in no time, pulling in to see your boyfriend already stepping out of the building. You rolled your window down with a giggle, "Get in loser we're going shopping."

"I can't with you." Namjoon laughed shaking his head as he went over to the passenger side, "Babe! What the hell? I put our picture here for a reason cause I like how it looked!" He said scandalized.

You rolled your eyes, "Baby I literally had to take it down cause it fell from there. I'll buy glue to keep it there okay? Don't worry about it." You leaned over to smooch his cheek and start the car.

The both of you went shopping and out to eat, enjoying the slightly warm weather and sunny day. "It's not that I can't, I just get worried I might crash or something. If you want I can drive but I'm just saying when I start yelling in fear don't be so surprised." Was what Namjoon said as he held his hand out for your car keys.

He was a good driver contrary to everyone else's beliefs. He had his hand on your thigh as he drove you two down the freeway. You had your head out the window, enjoying the breeze and vibes. You could feel his hand squeeze you occasionally, thumb running over your thigh slowly. It made your pussy throb just a little from arousal.

"Where are we going?" You softly asked.

Namjoon hummed with his eyes focused on the road, "You'll see baby, just hang on tight." He pat you.

The conversation was left at that. You watched as the city somewhat disappeared, nature rolling in a few seconds later. He pulled into a empty parking lot that sat outside the woods covering the lake ahead. You turned to give Namjoon a questioning look but he sent you a dimpled smile in return.

"Wanted to try something. I've been here with the guys and usually I end up imagining all the shit we could do out here." Namjoon confessed softly, hand trailing upwards and sneaking into your skirt.

Oh. So he had wanted to try having sex out in public? The idea was thrilling, excitement bubbles within you as wild thoughts ran through your head. "There isn't any space here." You quietly whispered, eyes meeting his dark hooded ones.

"Yeah? Get in the back baby." Namjoon grinned softly.

That's how you found yourself on your knees in the back, tucked between Namjoon's legs as you worked his cock. Your lips were wrapped around the tip, head bobbing slowly as your hands twist and turned around the shaft. It was sloppy, saliva dripping on to his cock and making a slobbering mess on his jeans.

Namjoon had his head leaned back, lip tucked between his teeth as he held your hair tightly. "Fuck," he sighed out, his hips lazily rolling upward.

Your eyes slowly peeked up at him, staring into his eyes as you let his cock go and slid all the way down. Tears welled up when he hit the back of your throat, you wanted to stay like that but your gag reflex wasn't having it. More slobber covered his cock as you pulled away to cough a little, "Joonie..."

"What is it baby? You want me to fuck your pretty mouth?" Namjoon softly whispered and carded his hand through your hair.

"Please." You let your jaw go slack as you enveloped his cock again.

He pushed your head down slowly until your nose touched his pelvis. A satisfied moan left his lips eyes closing and mouth falling open, "Oh god baby, I'll never get over that mouth of yours." He said and cracked open a eye to look at you.

Your teary eyes met his as you moaned around his cock. He bit his lip and grabbed your hair. He slowly guided you up and down his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat each time. You focused on breathing through your nose to calm down, you let your tongue flatten to make the glide smoother.

His moans were a bit loud, filling the car alongside the nasty slobbering. It was no secret your boyfriend liked it sloppy, he wouldn't have it any other way. He hissed softly, hips stiffening and hands stopping you when he felt you hit the spot just right. "Fuck, fuck baby hold on," he gasped out and sat up straighter, "right there, keep going."

You were more than happy to keep going, hand trailing between your legs to gently touch your clit through your panties. Namjoon's mouth fell open, "Oh god." He rolled his hips slowly, the sensations being a little too much for his sensitive cock.

He nearly lost it when you made a loud sucking noise, tongue against the head of his cock. "Good girl," he breathed out, "such a good fucking girl." He grit his teeth and bucked upwards harshly.

It caught you off guard and had you pulling back, the car was filled with your harsh panting now. You hurriedly got your hand around his cock and began to stroke him at a fast pace, watching as his hands gripped the car seat for dear life. You brought the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking harshly as your hand gripped his cock tightly.

"Gonna cum," he moaned out, "y/n." He forced his eyes open and looked downwards.

You tongued at the tip, tasting the mess you left all over him. Your eyes slowly looked upwards to meet his as he cursed loudly. You watched as his back hunched a little, hand coming to grip your hair. His cock throbbed in your hold and spurts of warm cum shot out on to your waiting tongue.

"Ohhh fuck," he mumbled out, body slumping as he rode out his orgasm.

A giggle left you, letting the tip of his cock rub over your plump lips. You smeared his cum on your lip, swallowing what you could. He groaned quietly, hand lazily waving, "No more baby, you literally drained me." He grunted softly.

"But Joonie," you slowly wiped your mouth with a nearby towel, "I need you here." You said and gently slapped his twitching cock against your mound.

Namjoon slowly leaned his head back and gulped, "Fuck, yeah okay baby ride me good." He said softly.

+

Before Namjoon left for his tour in LA you both had gone at it like crazy. You even forgot for a minute that you were off birth control now. For a while actually. At first you were mildly surprised and paranoid but then realized the two of you had already discussed this. Your potential pregnancy that is.

At first you were laid back about this, not paying much mind. But then it felt like the universe was trying to tell you something when baby related ads and stuff appeared in your life. You weren't stupid enough to ignore them and decided to take a test just in case.

The first test came back negative and you were a bit disappointed. The second negative as well, were you two not trying hard enough..?

The final was positive, but he was now in LA. You were shocked of course, ecstatic even. A trip to the doctors confirmed your dream and you found yourself clutching the sonogram close to you as you waited to land in LA. It was a exhausting flight there but you didn't have time his show was hours away.

You had made it late to LA, landing around five pm. Yoongi's girlfriend had texted you the whereabouts of the hotel and had a manager come pick you up to escort you. "What time is the show again?" You softly asked, head leaned against the window as you relaxed with your eyes closed.

"It starts at seven-thirty, you have time to unload your bags and get ready if you need to. I'll take you directly there myself so you're set up in the private booth." She replied softly.

"Thank you." You ended up taking a nap on the way to the hotel.

The first person you saw when you got there was Yoongi's girlfriend. The girl happily smiled at you as she hugged you gently, "Again, you're here." She teased.

"I am exhausted, jet lag is a bitch." You grunted out.

She laughed softly in response and brought you closer as the two of you headed up, "Honestly. How are you though? Doing good enough for the show or what?"

You nodded slowly, "I'm good to go, just let me take a bubble bath and I'll be out brand new. I brought a whole bunch of cute clothes I recently shopped for, can't wait to wear that." You smiled, "I should probably not buy much it won't fit in a few months you know?" You casually said.

"Oh yeah I buy a lot of clothes that end up not fitting–wait what?" She paused looking you in the eye with confusion all over her face, "Few months..?" She trailed off and then watched as your hand came to gently pat your tummy, "No way... no! You're lying!" She said as a laugh escaped her, "Oh my god congratulations!" She squealed and hugged you tightly.

"I'm not lying," you laughed, "it's happening. I'm pregnant!" You cheered softly.

This all felt like a fever dream. You had a stupid smile on your face the entire time you were in the bath and then getting ready for the show. You tucked the sonogram away safely in your bag, excited for Namjoon's reaction. You knew how much of a father that man wanted to be, it was like his dream practically.

You made it thirty minutes before the show began, sitting comfortably in the booth with a glass of orange juice in your hand. A staff had gone to inform Namjoon of your arrival, anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you sat on pins and needles. You heard the telltale signs of Namjoon making his way over as you turned around in time to shoot him a dazzling smile.

"Joonie."

Namjoon strode over quickly, wrapping you in his arms tightly and hiding his face in your neck, "Hi baby." He softly mumbled, "I missed you."

"I did too." You grinned softly, burying your face in his chest and just standing there with his arms around you. You could hear him mumbling words and talking to you but the happiness you were feeling right now blocked it out. "Namjoon," you called out, snapping him out of his thoughts, "here."

He pulled away in confusion and watched as you gently set the folded sonogram in his hand. He peered at you in confusion before opening the paper. His eyes went wide, hand shaking slightly as he looked at you, "Is this..? Are you really..?" He croaked out feeling tears well up a little.

You were a sucker for his tears, your own welling up as you nodded, "Yes, you're gonna be a dad." You whispered.

Suddenly he lifted you into his arms, spinning you around with a shaky laugh leaving him. "I love you so much," he whispered and kissed you, "thank you baby."

"I love you too." You smiled, wiping at your tears and his, "God I'm a mess, my makeup's gonna be all ruined." You wryly laughed.

Namjoon smiled at you and pressed his forehead to yours, "And you'd still look beautiful to me.. I can't wait," he whispered and set his hand on your stomach gently, "You make me the happiest man on earth." He whispered to you.

"Same goes for you Namjoon," you softly replied, "more than you will ever know.."

You remember watching the show fondly, wanting to cry when he had suddenly stopped what he was saying to reveal your pregnancy. "I have something I want to say," he softly said in English, going silent as he looked around the stadium, "I'm going to be a father!" He yelled into the mic as the stadium erupted into screams. He turned around to tell the members in Korean as they all began to jump around and yell on stage.

A happy smile found its way to your lips as Namjoon pointed to your booth, "I love you baby!" He yelled out.

"I love you too.." you softly whispered.

+

You're half asleep when you feel Namjoon shuffle around in bed. At first you brush it off and try to get some more sleep but then his shuffling is causing the bed to lightly move. It's irritating you now, but for the sake of being nice you ignore it one more time. What really gets you going is when Namjoon tosses a leg over your hip and hugs you from behind.

"Kim Namjoon," you growled into the pillow, "there better be a good reason as to why you're wiggling around like you got worms in your ass."

Namjoon breaks out into a deep laugh his body lightly shakes against you. You don't find this funny at all and your annoyance only builds up even more. With a huff you push against him and wiggle out from beneath the warm covers. You sit up in bed with a glare settled on your face, "So this is funny now?"

Namjoon's laughter dies down slowly, "I wanted to see if you want to head out to eat something? We can hit the beach it's pretty hot and sunny today."

"Namjoon what the heck is wrong with you? You woke me up because you want to go to the damn beach? Unbelievable." You whined and got out of bed, "I would have never done this to you," you fake cried while heading to the bathroom.

Your boyfriend snorted as he followed you in, leaning against the doorway with a fond smile, "Quit being a drama queen, you're gonna end up having fun anyways so might as well get over it now."

"Can't believe you done this," you muttered as Namjoon burst out laughing again.

The two of you showered and got ready for the day. Lunch went by, it was a peaceful affair filled with giggles and smiles. You were kind of glad the restaurant was nearby Santa Monica. "As I was saying," you huffed, "you should invest in a switch so you can play Animal Crossing with me. My little town is so cute you'll love it and we can have fun on there." You whined shaking his arm a little.

Namjoon chuckled softly as he pulled you closer to him, "Babe I don't play much you know this. Plus the switch will probably end up being lost in my room or something."

"But-but Namjoon! Think of how cute our characters will look wearing matching clothes!" You squeezed his hand gently and then swung your arm back and forth as the two of you walked down to the pier.

"Baby," he laughed, "I'll look into it later okay? Let's go over there they're selling churros." He back hugged you and directed you towards the stand.

You went around the pier hopping into photo booths to take picture after picture. Namjoon had even taken you on a few rides and won some prizes from the games. You were cuddling up to the large bear he had won you as a soft smile graced your lips. He was walking behind you just watching with fond eyes.

"Is my baby happy she got her bear?" Namjoon teased, phone raised as he snapped photos of you.

You spun around with a giggle, "Yess," you posed, lips pursed as you smooched your new teddy bear's cheek.

"C'mere," he tugged you into a tight hug, "you're so fucking cute." He rocked you side to side, "What am I gonna do with you hm? Can't have nobody thinking they can get lucky with my pretty girl." He smooched your cheeks over and over again.

"You can tie my shoe." You cheekily replied. Namjoon of course didn't say no nor playfully whine as he got down to tie your shoe. You watched him work diligently on making sure your shoe lace wasn't too tight but not too loose. "I love you," you softly smiled.

Namjoon looked up, a slow smile stretching on his lips, "I love you too baby." He stood, bringing you into a slow kiss.

You stayed out with him until it was really late, the reason being that Hoseok had invited the two of you out for drinks with Taehyung. Of course you weren't allowed to drink, it didn't bother you before anyways because you weren't a drinker. You sat this one out with a glass of water to keep you company.

"Babe," Namjoon slurred out in a serious tone, "you know I love you? Not like 'oh yeah I love you' but like love you, love you."

"Yes Joonie I know you love me love me." A soft smile graced your lips, "I love you, love you too okay?"

Namjoon gave you a cheeky smile as he leaned away from you, "You do...? But like do you love, me love me as in you wanna marry me?"

You laughed at how childish yet cute he was being, it seriously made your heart hurt just how cute he was acting right now. "If this is your way of proposing you can do better than that baby," you squeezed his cheek gently, "but yes, if you asked me to marry you I would."

He hid his face behind the drink in embarrassment, "Guys she wants to marry me." He said to Taehyung and Hoseok, "I have like the best baby mama in the world." He stuck his tongue out.

"Aw that's cute." Taehyung burped.

Hoseok sighed wistfully, "Wish I had that kind of love.. Instead I have me, myself, and this drink. Cheers Tae, oh. You have a bit of drool." He mumbled out.

You watched the three men with amusement in your eyes, if only Jimin was here to see this with you. He probably would have made fun of them too..

+

"I'm sorry what now? You're telling me you and Namjoon made a sex tape? That is disgusting, give it to me now." Jimin pursed his lips and held his hand out with a smug smirk.

“Jimin–” you laughed, “no, you can’t have it or watch it. We made that like during the peak of our relationship, pretty old.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped in disbelief, “You mean during your hot girl summer? When you decided to choose violence and drive Namjoon crazy with your little shorts and open slit dresses? All the more reason to watch it!”

You rolled your eyes not believing the nerve Jimin had to bring up the one summer you don’t talk about. You were proud of yourself but it was something you didn’t like talking about. All the partying, drinking, and late night hook-ups you and Namjoon had were forever laid to rest.

“You’re a pervert, as much as I love you I am not showing you my sex tape. We’re close but not like that,” you gave him the hand.

Jimin smacked your hand away, “Get that hand outta my face and show me now.” He growled playfully as he did grabby hands.

You contemplated whether you should or not.. if you showed Jimin he would see a whole lot of his band mate’s dick and his friend’s ass or tits. Then again you were sure it wouldn’t bother Jimin, he was a different breed. “You have to swear on your fucking life you won’t talk about this.” You glared.

“I swear, I’ll take this to the grave.” Jimin swore as he gave you a serious look and held his pinkie out.

You stared at him for a few minutes, this could go two ways and you just hoped it ended well. “Okay… come with me it’s in my laptop.” You mumbled as you held Jimin’s hand.

The two of you ran to your bedroom and cuddled up together on the bed sitting side by side, “Okay, here it is.” You murmured, “I’m just warning you now, it’s wild.”

Jimin grinned, “Ooh-la-la,” he wiggled his brows at you, “now you can’t say I’m not your best friend after this.”

With an eye-roll you clicked play on the video and sat back. The memories of that summer hit hard.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, “Namjoon–” you choked up as your hips picked up the pace and you bounced harder on his lap.

Namjoon’s head was thrown back on the pillow, his eyes closed and mouth agape. Low moans and grunts fell from his lips while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. “C’mon baby,” he huffed out, “faster.” He swallowed.

You threw your head back and set your hands on his sweaty chest, “J-Joonie, so big,” you whined out and threw your ass back on him, soft clapping noises resonating.

Your thighs burned from the effort you were putting into riding him. His cock was throbbing deep inside of you, rubbing against that special spot that had you seeing stars. Namjoon’s mouth fell open in pleasure, he tried to roll his hips upward but the way you bounced distracted him.

“Fuck baby,” he lifted his head from the pillow to watch his cock disappear into your sopping pussy. “Mmm–right there,” he panted.

His hands smacked your cheeks and kneaded the fat flesh. You were so wet he could feel it dripping down to his balls. A needy whimper bubbled up from your throat and you switched your bouncing to grinding. Namjoon let a louder moan out at the switch, eyes slipping shut as he tightening his grip on your ass.

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered out.

You mewled softly and ran your hands down his chest to rest on his abdomen. You slowed down, hips rolling smoothly as soft squelching noises came from between the two of you. “I’m gonna cum–uhn there–Joonie,” you whimpered out, head rolling back as your hips stuttered in their movements.

Namjoon slapped your ass as he bucked his hips, “Cum for me baby, let me feel your pussy cream around my cock.” He hissed out as he rocked into you.

You shuddered, lips forming an ‘O’ as your orgasm hit you like bricks. You quietly whimpered, falling forward to lie on top of Namjoon as you panted. Your body jostled from his harsh thrusts, embarrassingly wet as your pussy squelched around his throbbing cock.

Namjoon groaned into your neck, hips speeding up as he fucked you through your orgasm in efforts to get to his own orgasm. He was harshly breathing against your sweaty skin, his pace got sloppy towards the end thrusts a bit uncoordinated. “Mmm, fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.”

He spilled into you with a low moan, hips stuttering as he pressed deep into you. “Fuckkkkk,” he whispered out, panting heavily as his body slumped on to the mattress.

“His ass kinda fat.”

“Be quiet Jimin.”

“Joonie,” you cried out.

You’re lying flat on the bed with your ass up in the air. Namjoon’s pounding you from behind, he’s holding your garter tightly and using that as leverage to bring your ass back and fuck into you. Soft growls and grunts leave his lips, he’s just watching the way your ass ripples when his pelvis makes contact.

“Such a good. fucking. girl.” He grit his teeth slamming upwards to emphasize each word.

You wail in pleasure, hands tightening on the sheets as you hold on for dear life. You’re sure this is going to leave you shaking and unable to walk. “Oh god..! Yes, yes, yes please right there,” you sobbed out.

Namjoon bit his lip as he rolled his hips, aiming to hit that spot inside of you. His thrusts landed a perfect hit on your g-spot each time, coaxing more wetness out of you. He huffed quietly, pulling your thong aside when it got in the way as he snapped it in place. “C’mon baby, fuck yourself on cock. Show me you’re my good girl,” he growled out.

Obediently you adjusted your grip on the sheets and began to fuck yourself back. Your ass bounced each time you fucked back in his cock. You thank the gods your boyfriend lived in seclusion and no one could ever hear you two go at it.

“Joonie please, ‘s not enough.” You whined out.

Namjoon licked his lips slowly, he pushed you back down and held your hair tightly. He snapped his hips brutally into you, groaning whenever your pussy tightening up around him. “Greedy little slut, cock got you fucked silly huh? Can’t even fuck yourself on my cock, gotta have Daddy pound you stupid.” He whispered in your ear.

You let out a long moan, pussy getting wetter from his words as you creamed around him. “Mmmm–yes, can feel it here,” you moaned deliriously, “right here.” You moved his free hand to your lower stomach where you could feel a small bulge from his cock.

He growled and lost his shit as he moved with fervor, fucking you so hard the bed snaps against the wall. You let out a surprised scream from the change of pace and how he’s literally rearranging your guts. “Oh god–Namjoon..!” You call out.

“Girl,” Jimin turned to look at you in awe, “you telling me he fucks your shit up and you still walk? How is that possible..? Like?? I’m so confused.” He whispered in shock. “Nonetheless this is hot, quality porn might I say.” He said giving you a chefs kiss.

You roll your eyes fondly and close the laptop, “Listen, he didn’t tell me he was that crazy when we got together so imagine my surprise when we had sex for the first time. I couldn’t walk for a whole day. I literally limped.”

Jimin made a face and shook his head, “Well, I’m not gonna look at him the same way for at least a week or so. Lived with the man for what nine to ten years? And this is how he fucks? Goddamn,” he sighed leaning back on your headboard, “well that was nice, you wanna go get food?”

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Celebrating your birthday with the BSD boys!

(this is part 1)(pt2{tmrw})(pt3{Wednesday})

scenario:- its your birthday and you're celebrating with the bsd bois!

pairings:- dazai x gn!reader,kunikida x gn!reader, ranpo x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

↪️Dazai Osamu

I feel like dazai would open with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOURE NOW ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DYING A NATURAL DEATH”

*proceeds to throw around double suicide ideas*

But jokes aside,if you’re not that thrilled at the prospect of aging (and honestly valid) he’ll definitely hype you up.

Like this man CANNOT take a compliment to save his life

But DAM can he dish em out

Probably has a full day of fun activities planned

But if you’re more an introverted and indoor person hed organise a full fun day for just the two of you at his place,movies,presents,couple-y stuff;The Whole SheBang!

Thered definitely be some dangerous activities in there

But hey! Its dazai, he probably knows what hes doin rightt???(spoiler:he doesnt)

The day ends with fireworks (whether by like using actual ones or junichiros light snow ability,we may never know)

And he tells you that theres no one else he’d rather go out as beautifully as the fireworks with~

↪️Kunikida Doppo

Has a DETAILED schedule for your day

Ofc it consist of stuff that he KNOWS you’ll love

If you’re kinda down abt the fact you’re gettin older he’ll just tell you that it’s inevitable and that it is nothing to be worried about

If be sees that that didnt help,(buddy come on) he says that time seems to have frozen for you and that you look as beautiful as the day you met

(WAN tachihara voice:WHATS THIS???? A COMPLIMENT FROM KUNIKIDA??????)

Also when you guys cut a cake at the agency,he gives you a book-shaped package and asks you to open it in private

It was a book of poems, he’d been writing them since the day you first met.and lemme tell you,theyre sweeter and sappier than anyone would ever think him capable of writing

When you thank him for it he just kinda shrugs it off but you can CLEARLY see the blush creeping up his face and can hear the lil crack in his voice

Also uses doppo poet to make you a smol bouquet of your fave flowers

Could he have bought em from a shop? Yes. But did he wanna woo you? Also yes.

What can i say,he’s surprisingly romantic

(Ps:- DO NOTT LET DAZAI GET HIS HANDS ON THAT BOOK OF POEMS!!)

↪️Edogawa Ranpo

Showers you with snacks

Like

Literally AND figuratively

Also allows you to eat some of his(its your special day after all)

Gets you the most insightful and heartfelt gift but also something that you’ve wanted for a while

When you ask him how he knew youd wanted it,he launches into a huge explanation of how he used his special ability to analyse your body language and-yadayadayada

Please tell him ur impressed cos he loves hearin ur praises

Asks poe to write a birthday themed mystery and yall solve it together

(Ofc he doesnt out right asks,he just kinda dares poe that he cant write it...ranpo be ranpo-ing mann)

(But when poe finds out its for you he does it with even more determination than before!!{howww is that eveb possible???})

Karl also gives you a gift cos poe really likes you(you’re nice to him and say his stories are great) (future angst piece???)

Your day will end with a huge ass movie marathon

SOO MANY SNACKS

like u thought he gave u a lot in the beginning

But DAM boi is STOCKED

will feed you throughout the movie and cuddles you close

He just loves spendin this much time with you tbh🥺

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone who wants!

[leviathans-watching]

the brothers as seasons

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: i loved writing this sm u don't even understand. and this was brought to you by someone who gets the full scope of all four seasons in america lol. anyway, my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come talk to me!!

please reblog

➳ lucifer is the coldest of the cold days in winter. pale blue skies, icy winds, sharply pointed icicles… his cool demeanor reminds you of a frozen lake, still in its beauty. there’s something ethereal about him, something fragile and wild and so, so dangerous

➳ mammon is the heat curling off the sidewalks, the sticky feeling of ice cream melting down your chin. his smile is brighter than the summer sun, almost blinding and his hand in yours is hotter than the inside of a car. he’s flip flops and beach towels and every day with him is sure to be an adventure, fun and free.

➳ levi is the determined flower buds and the sweet smell of spring. he’s the rich soil, the days warming sweetly, and the pale sun only now beginning to regain its strength. his touch is light and gentle, faintly trembling like a fawn just getting its legs under it, and you bask in his care.

➳ satan is the transition between winter and spring, the cold mornings and warm afternoons. in like a lion and out like a lamb. he, like the earth, thaws as you get to know him better, defrosting with a regal slowness that’s completely worth the wait.

➳ asmo is the vibrant colors of fall, bright and full of personality. he’s the apple orchards and pumpkin fields, sweet but not without a bit of spice. his witty personality feels like the first hint of cold weather, the leaves whipping about in the wind, and every moment with him is picturesquely perfect, much like the foilage that litters the land.

➳ beel is the lazy summer days, where the sun’s not quite so hot and the air’s got a nice breeze. he’s playing frisbee at the park, or the buzzing of the honeybees, and when you’re with him you feel this sense of perfect peace you doubt you’d ever feel anywhere - or with anyone - else.

➳ belphie is the cold rain of fall, when the swirling grey skies are warning you that snow’s almost here. he’s staying inside with a mug of tea, listening to the wind whip the trees, and the sense of security and comfort gleaned from that. his hugs are like a warm blanket, and you know no matter how bad it might get outside, with him you’re safe.

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[kimbap-r0ll]

Ghost marriage in twisted except what if Eliza tossed the bouquet and MC caught it…while standing next to the guy they are mutually pining with(I honestly want to see all the guys reactions, but do what you can👍)

Hello! Sorry this is being answered super late, I was super busy (I still am, but I am trying to squeeze in some time for writing nonetheless). I only do a maximum of five characters, but I will just do three for this one.

Idia, Azul, Riddle x gn!reader who catches Eliza's bouquet

Idia

The poor guy went through hell and back in one night and now he's going to go through heaven haha

At first, he just stands next to you because he's the most comfortable with you other than Ortho. You welcome him over and tell him that you're glad he's safe. Idia slightly blushes at your remark and shyly looks away from you. You look great tonight, he only hopes he looks presentable to you.

Then Eliza throws the bouquet. All the students that are there to "celebrate" (forced celebration?) watch as the flowers soar through the air and into your hands. You were just standing there and it happened to land on you. You!

Idia freezes. He feels his hair burn red for a moment and he looks at you with stunned eyes. You do the same, watching him with a shocked expression and then blushing at the flowers. You felt your heartbeat quicken, not sure if you should tell him your feelings here.

"Aw, I think they like each other!" Eliza remarks, and that was when the two of you spun around to the ghost bride before looking at each other. "Well, I did want to ask you out-" you were about to tell him but Idia basically flared up and buried his face in his hands. Eliza gives you a thumbs up while you try to calm the Ignihyde dorm leader down.

After the event, you give the flowers to him and tell him that you were so happy you were still here. He thanks you too, a warm smile spreading on his face. "So, wanna go watch some anime with me?" he asked. "Sure, let's go!" you take his hand and the two of you go back. It's like heaven for this guy haha.

Azul

He was so happy that he wasn't frozen anymore. He still felt bad that he couldn't pull it off as well as he had planned, but at least he was alright! But most importantly, you were there too. He wanted to look sharp and smooth in front of you, but he just awkwardly stood next to you as the ghost couple celebrated.

Before the two of you could talk, everyone was hollering about the bouquet being thrown. Eliza asked if everyone was ready before throwing it high into the air. You saw some students try to catch for fun but it kept flying...

Azul watched as the flowers landed in your arms. He felt himself blush, but he tried to mask it by covering his face as he pushed up his glasses. There's no way you should know he has a crush on you, you were too perfect for him! How much would you tease him, make fun of him for even trying to ask you out-

"U-uh, hm, I guess I should ask you out now then since I got this bouquet haha?" you look over at the Octavinelle dorm leader. He looks stunned, you've never seen him this surprised before, neither had the Leech twins.

He tries to smoothly talk it out with you, but he ends up fumbling with his words, he asks you if you really mean it a few times before he fully lets it sink in that you're asking him...HIM out. Like, were you okay with this? He's not just a clumsy octopus to you? "I love spending time with you and you're the coolest guy I know, why wouldn't I want to date you?" you laugh, and he just melts there.

The two of you stand awkwardly for a few seconds before some people start clapping, and Eliza does the same. The ghosts soon congratulate the two of you as Azul agrees to date you and takes your hand in his. You just hug him though and he feels like he's going to explode haha.

After the event, the two of you go to Octavinelle's Mostro Lounge to chill out for a bit since the ghost marriage took so much energy out of the two of you. The Leech twins tease Azul for being so red during your confession on the way to the dorms too.

Riddle

Riddle is happy that you, Rook, Ace, and Epel were able to pull it off and save Idia from being killed. He gives you a pat on the back as he stands next to you to watch Eliza with her husband. The other students seemed to be relaxing a bit now and Idia went back early to go play some video games haha.

But then Eliza turns around, a smile on her face as she gathers everyone around and soon she is throwing a bouquet. Students jump to grab it but Riddle just reminds everyone that they shouldn't be acting rowdy.

Then you suddenly get hit by the bouquet on the head and the flowers plop into your hands. "Y/N! are you alright?!" Riddle asks as he brushes your forehead, but then he realizes what's in your hands. Great Seven, the person he had a crush on was holding the bouquet.

"Um..." you blush for a bit as students begin to clap and tell you to confess your love to someone. You look around, giving Riddle a few glances. Riddle is about to tell you to take your time and that he's going to go back to Heartslabyul early because Cater needs to serve him tea until you stop him.

"I actually wanted to confess my feelings to you for a while. I've wanted to spend more time with you, and I think that you're one of the greatest people I know. So, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out sometime together?" you ask shyly, finding it hard to look at the scary dorm leader in the eyes. But Riddle's the same, he's feeling his face go red and he's finding it hard to stay calm.

"I-I...um...I wanted to d-date you as well! I accept y-your offer and...and I think that you look really good in that s-suit as well," he responds, blushing hard and keeping his eyes on the ground. Everyone starts to whoop and cheer as you give Riddle a hug. He thinks he's going to burn on the spot haha. He's so happy right now, is he dreaming?

"Wait! We need to do that thing with Cater right now!" you remind him and he snaps out of his lovey mind. "I almost forgot! Cater, let's go," suddenly he's back to normal and trying to lead Cater out. He takes your hand however and brings you with him. "You need something nice right now too, you've overworked yourself today," he says smiling at you.