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Mutual Help | #50

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

Like you said to Jungkook, the last time you've seen Haru was during summer when you went to Busan to visit his family. Kids grow fast, you know that and in the back of your mind you've told yourself she will be slightly different than the little girl that was clinging to her uncle, not wanting to let him go.

But the little girl that runs around Jungkook's living room, giggling loudly while Jungkook looks like ten seconds from fainting, looks way older than the baby that barely walked on her own.

"Thank god," he breathes out, trying to catch a breath once he spots you standing at the entrance of his large living room.

At the last minute, Jungkook found out he doesn't have too much food to offer Haru, so you proposed to go grocery shopping in the evening while he waited for his brother and sister-in-law to drop off Haru. You thought you would make it until they arrived, but you're wrong because there is no sight of her parents and only little Haru with her pigtails bouncing with each step she takes.

And then she notices her uncle's attention on you, turning her head in your direction as she eyes you with similar big eyes her father and uncle share.

"What's wrong, Jeon? You don't have enough stamina for a kid?" you joke, walking into the living room as you avert your eyes back at Haru, just in time to notice Jungkook's roll of eyes and need to flick you off but obviously, he chooses not to. Not in the presence of his little niece.

"Ruru, you know Y/N, right? You remember her?" Jungkook asks sweetly, coming to his niece as he bends down to her little body while she eyes you curiously, she gives him a stiff nod.

There's no way she remembers you.

"I told you my friend lives here. She saw you when you were thiiiis little." He motions with his hands, showing a half of her size as she stares with big eyes while her lips spread in a huge grin when she sees her uncle's one.

"Hey, Haru," you greet her, setting down the bag that catches her attention momentarily before she watches you attentively as you crouch down to her, smiling at the little girl. "You've grown so much!" you tell her, admiring her from up close.

She still has the baby face, though she is definitely taller and her hair is slightly longer.

"Say hello Ruru." Jungkook tells his niece, watching your interaction as Haru suddenly bows to you and both of you erupt into giggles at the cuteness of his niece.

"Hello." she mumbles, her finger finding its way into her little mouth as she still watches you curiously.

"Look, I brought you some snacks!" you exclaim too happily, knowing you're trying to let her loosen up because so far she seems a little wary of your sudden presence. She's definitely more preservative than she was when she saw you the first time.

Ah, this is why you weren't sure about this. Kids are unpredictable and you hate to admit how much you don't want any kid not to like you. This is like a completely different kid than the one you saw in Busan.

She peers into the back curiously, looking at you in confirmation as you give her a nod with a bright smile and she smiles back, pulling a pack of round chocolate pies. Of course, she would pull out the most unhealthy one.

She hands it to her uncle, silently pleading him to open it for her as he stares at her with sparkling eyes and adoring grin, not refusing his niece's wish. He opens it, though hands her only one pie telling her she shouldn't be eating too much before her bed time.

Haru frowns and pouts cutely, mumbling a weak "No" which makes you want to snicker. She definitely has an attitude this time. She is cute though.

"Your tummy will hurt then," Jungkook warns her, patting her little tummy and the sight makes you swoon at how delicate and soft he is with her. "You can't eat too many. Your dad said you already ate, you are not hungry. You are just a little greedy, missy."

And he tickles her sides a little which automatically makes her break into a fit of laughter. He stops, laughing at her reaction as he tells her to sit on the couch and eat carefully, not forgetting to hand her her sippy cup which she takes with a slight bow, eyes already focused on the TV where Jungkook has turned on a cartoon station for her.

He sighs, taking the bag off the floor as he gives you an appreciative gaze. "Thanks, you're a huge help."

You wave him off, following him to the kitchen as he starts pulling out the groceries and snacks, putting them to their place.

"She's so big now." you comment, hearing the faint sounds of the cartoon playing as Haru suddenly giggles and repeats something from there, though it's muffled because her mouth is full.

"I know, right?" Jungkook chuckles, closing the cupboard. "Every time I see her in person, there's something new about her."

"It's always like that with kids." you hum, walking up to the sink where you wash your hands while Jungkook tidies up the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right." he agrees, both of you retrieving back to the living room where Haru spots you immediately, her entire mouth dirty from the chocolate as you and Jungkook snort at the sight.

Although she remains completely unbothered, her chocolate stained finger pointed at Jungkook's large television screen. "Kookie, look, princess!"

Jungkook chuckles, already bringing some napkins with him as you coo at her, joining her at the couch as she lets out a cute and loud "Woah!" every time the princess appears on the screen.

"She has a nice dress, right?" you ask her and she looks at you, smiling.

"Yeah! It's pink and glittery!" she exclaims, almost jumping in her spot from how excited she is to have this conversation.

So you chat with her, pointing out almost every detail the princess has. From her glittery silver crown, to her matching heels. Jungkook joins you, wiping Haru's mouth even when she talks but that doesn't stop her while she continues blabbering to the point you've to pay extra attention to try to understand her.

Though as soon as she's done eating, Jungkook turns off the television despite her whines and pleads, pointing towards the huge bag her parents brought full of her toys.

"Show Y/N your dolls. You've got some princesses for sure." Jungkook says, feigning excitement as Haru looks at you and you quickly nod, going along with Jungkook's plan until she happily jumps off the couch, sitting on the floor while rummaging through the bag.

You send Jungkook a wink, joining her on the floor as she starts showing you her entire collection of toys. Surprisingly, yes, there are princess dolls but she shows you her little plushies as well. But like every kid, she loses her interest in a few minutes and until it's her bed time, you and Jungkook have to occupy her somehow.

You end up playing hide-and-seek, Haru hiding at the most obvious and visible spots while you and Jungkook pretend you don't see her, wanting to gain some extra time. You're so evil by doing this, though it's been only one hour and you and Jungkook feel like you're about to faint from exhaustion.

"Fuck, is this how parents feel like?" Jungkook complains as soon as you both plop back on the couch, breathing exhaustedly while the apartment is swallowed in silence that has seemed unapproachable.

After playing for another two hours and Jungwon and Sona checking on their daughter through text messages, it was finally time for bedtime. Haru refused to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom for some reason though, your room appearing more up to her preference as she jumped on your bed already wearing her pajamas, clutching one of her plushies.

Jungkook tried to persuade her and for a moment it was funny to see him trying to explain to her that it's your room. She's a stubborn one, definitely has some Jeon genes which ended up with you laughing and assuring him it's fine. Your one side of the bed is pressed against the wall sideways, which makes it safer for Haru anyway, just in case she rolls around in her sleep. She's not used to sleeping here, so it's better to be safe.

He even promised her he will join her, not wanting her to sleep alone the whole night, again just in case which makes perfect sense. After you and Jungkook have read her a book, Haru refusing to let one of you out of the room, she finally fell asleep – something that seemed impossible for the longest time.

"I guess," you sigh, throwing your head back as you hum at the silence. "She's cute but god, was she always this energetic?"

Jungkook erupts in a fit of tired and silent laughter as you join him with a chuckle, both of you too tired to say anything else.

"Thanks for helping me. I don't think I'd be able to do it without you." he says, head turned to you as you both stay slouched on the couch in the laziest position.

You find him giving you a soft and appreciative smile which makes you chuckle again.

"You would," you assure him, "You're just not used to this but Haru loves you, she's a good kid."

"I mean... yeah, she is. It's just so tiring, I found it better when she was not walking and was just babbling."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim by whispering-yelling, looking scandalized at Jungkook who just sheepishly grins.

"What it's true..." he mutters.

"You can't say stuff like this." you laugh quietly, finding his honesty funny because as much as he loves his niece, he's at least objective.

But he just shrugs, not really caring while he runs his long tattooed fingers through his raven hair. The silence and moment of rest swallows both of you while you just sit there in a dim lightning. Contemplating between taking a shower, going to bed after or resting your eyes for a little bit longer, the moment is interrupted by Jungkook's pillowy lips pressing a set of soft kisses between your shoulder and neck.

Your body reacts automatically, it's no secret you enjoy Jungkook's close proximity and even though you know where this leads to, and you weren't even thinking about sex at this exact moment, you give him more space by angling your head. The sound of his lips pressing wet smooches on your neck makes you sigh in content, but most importantly it's how soft and eager at the same time they feel. He's just kissing you, not rushing anywhere but the main point of this act is not misleading.

"Kook," you moan, eyes closed while your whole body tenses as soon as his teeth gently graze over your skin. "We can't right now."

"Says who?" he murmurs against you, voice sending vibration to the point goosebumps appear all over your body.

"You're seriously thinking about sex when your niece sleeps in the next room?"

It's not like having sex right now isn't temping. It most certainly is. Again, you haven't had the time to have sex and the last time you've even remoterly done something intimate was the morning blowjob. Oh, how you wished to just be that person that says "Fuck work" and went along with Jungkook's shenanigans. You've never had such a pleasurable sex before, not with anyone else. Maybe the fact that you don't hook up every day helps, so every time one of you feels like it's time to switch from friends to friends who hook up, it works every time and both of you are in the mood. It's not hard to be when you look at your devilishly hot looking best friend.

"Babe, we've done it when our friend was sleeping in the next room." Jungkook points out against you, a moan vibrating out of your mouth and you're not sure whether it's those lips on you again, or the cute affectionate pet name you've grown very attracted to.

You should hate him for that. You used to cringe at the thought of a man calling you a pet name. But of course, what you had in mind were those cringey pet names. You're glad Jungkook doesn't call you anything else. If he called you a baby girl, you would kick him in the ass sooner he would get to yours.

You're selfish and you're purposely deciding to ignore how such a single pet name makes a red light beeping in your head. It's too intimate, close. But the main problem is that you like it. And instead of having another conversation with Jungkook about it, instead you choose to ignore it and press your thighs together whenever he says it. Every time he calls you that, it's always somehow related to sex so maybe it shouldn't be a big deal. Not as long as both of you are fine with it. You love the thrill, excitement and lust he brings out of you and being robbed of it makes you actually dislike that thought. So much that you just push the topic away every single time.

It's not forced. It's natural.

"She's a kid though. What if she wakes up?" you whine, annoyed with yourself that instead of pulling away you even press yourself closer to him, his hand slowly disappearing under your shirt. Oh, fuck, you're done for.

"You gotta be quiet then," Jungkook proposes lightly, pulling down your bralette letting it stay under your breast while he palms the soft flesh.

He knows what he's doing. He always does. The wetness between your thighs and already clinging to your underwear is the perfect proof of it, a proof he's soon about to witness.

"Don't tell me you don't want it."

And you actually stay silent, Jungkook finding you biting on your lower lip rather harshly which makes him smirk. He knew it.

"What if I don't?" Why are you still doing this? You don't know. What's the point of prolonging this when you could've been both naked by now.

"Should I look between your legs to find out?"

Your breath hitches in your throat and you press your thighs immediately, cursing when Jungkook follows the motion and makes sure you see the smirk that spreads on his beautiful wet lips.

"No need," you manage to choke out, cursing under your breath when Jungkook pinches your nipple, letting his thumb graze over it right after. "I think it's more than obvious." you let out breathlessly, chuckling as soon as you dropped the facade. Well, that didn't take long.

"Quit playing and let me fuck you." His lips move to your jaw as he says it, your own hand shooting to Jungkook's jaw as you caress it, fingers moving to his hair.

"We're risking. What if she wakes up?"

Jungkook groans against you, forehead pressed against your cheek for a moment. "Do you seriously think my brother and his wife don't fuck when their kid is around?"

"I–no." you stutter, cheeks heating up at his bluntness.

"Besides, if we are quiet she won't hear us."

"I know–but what if she sees us and then tells that to Jungwon and Sona?"

"Then they will know her uncle fucked his pretty best friend until she cried."

"Jungkook," you frown, scolding him as you elbow him in the stomach. "That's not funny. Stop joking."

He snorts, shaking his head as he sits up. It's not hard to tell you're already horny and ready to do this. "What do you want me to say?"

You shrug, nibbling on your bottom lip before your eyes avert to the door of his office and your room where Haru is currently sleeping. You feel your heat tingling and pulsating, knowing you will be annoyed if you don't act upon your needs and urges. Fuck it. She's sleeping and she seemed out of it. You just hope you won't traumatize that kid.

"Fuck, okay but let's be quick and not waste time."

"You're the one who's been wasting time babe." Jungkook doesn't miss the chance to point out, already awaiting the glare that comes though you're already stripping yourself out of your sweatpants and shirt.

Jungkook eyes you hungrily, his own cock hardening at the sight of your breast peeking out of the bralette, until you tag it up and cover it. And you're about to ask him why isn't he taking off his clothes, as soon as you're done taking off yours just staying in your underwear, but Jungkook tugs you back onto the couch and makes you lay down.

He's not beating around the bush, sliding your panties down your legs and momentarily, you're embarrassed that he's not met with lace but with casual cotton panties. Though, he doesn't seem to mind and he just tosses them somewhere behind him, giving you a teasing smile before he spreads your legs and dives right in.

"Jesus Christ, Jeon," you curse, having a hard time controlling yourself when he sucks on your clit that's been anticipating any sort of touch and contact.

Your whole body stiffens but then relaxes, welcoming the pleasure Jungkook's hungry mouth so gladly gives you. You grunt through your closed mouth, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his tongue pushes against your entrance. You already see stars, eyes watering at how intense and quick all of it is. Bucking your hips into his face, Jungkook grunts against you, sending a different set of vibrations through your body. With your back arched, he holds you by your thighs, keeping them spread out for his face so he doesn't miss a spot.

"Kook," Not only do you sound needy, but there's something even more sexual about how quiet you're trying to keep yourself. "So good."

Jungkook doesn't answer though, even though his dirty mouth would have a lot to say for sure, but he remains occupied by bringing you pleasure and eventually bringing you to the wishful orgasm. It could be considered as embarrassing because it doesn't waste too long for you to reach the end, hand clasped over your mouth as your thighs shake and you start cumming. Jungkook laps at your juices, his mouth slowing down but not stopping entirely, not until he doesn't feel you clenching around nothing, your pussy wishing it was his cock instead.

He's already hard in his boxers, going down on you having that effect on him sometimes. There's just something about how vulnerable and needy you are when his mouth is on you.

Jungkook's hair is messy, lips glistening with your juices and the sight is not unfamiliar in any way. But you still make sure to give him a stare, chest heaving with harsh breaths as Jungkook hovers over you, already mid standing while you bring your lips together. He lets them locked for a short period of time, sending you a smirk.

"Wait up here."

And he's gone before you can even open your mouth. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look around the room still trying to catch your breath as you feel the breeze fanning over your wetness. Not having an orgasm for a few days or weeks really makes it feel like your first.

Jungkook is back though, taking off his shirt while he walks to the couch where he sits on his previous spot as he makes himself comfortable, sliding down his sweatpants to his ankles. He rips the foil package with his teeth, one hand already working on pulling out his cock out as you salivate. You get up in interest, seeing the thirst and lust coming right back as you watch Jungkook sliding down the condom on his hard cock, the vein popping under the skin.

He had to buy a new pack of condoms, considering the latest failure you experienced together.

You get on his lap with no words, Jungkook helping you as he positions his cockhead at your entrance, your hands grabbing his shoulders. Fuck, it's been a while since you rode him and you can't wait.

Feeling his tip at your entrance, you almost shake on your wobbly legs and if it weren't for Jungkook's big hands on your hips, maybe you would give up and fall down on him. Jungkook brings your lips together in a chaste kiss while you decide not to wait any longer, slowly sitting down. He goes to grab his cock with one hand, helping you in entering you. Your mouth drops open and a gasp leaves your mouth, your walls stretching.

"You're doing good," Jungkook says breathlessly, hands going back to your hips as he caresses your sides while you keep lowering yourself.

Apparently, Jungkook is one hungered man and doesn't know where to touch you first because as soon as your chest makes it into his view, he leans his head towards you and pushes your bralette down once again. He doesn't waste time wrapping his mouth around your breast, sucking your nipple and tracing his tongue around it which makes you let out a loud moan. Jungkook chuckles, clearly enjoying your slip up as you tell him to fuck off under your breath.

You don't let him fill you up to the brim though, the pressure of his cock making it harder for your walls to accommodate him. So you set your own pace, taking more of him with each drop of your hips until he's completely filling you up, his pelvic bone pressed against yours. You stay like that for a moment, trying to catch a breath while Jungkook starts kissing your neck all over again, occupying himself. It doesn't take long for you to snap out of it, buckling your hips into his as you roll them.

Jungkook watches you through hooded eyes, letting you lead as his chest heaves as soon as you start to ride him. His hands move to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart while you set up rather a fast pace. He squeezes the soft flesh, digging his fingers into them while you breathe loudly, trying to prevent yourself from moaning.

"Riding me so well," Jungkook whispers against your mouth, his own hips buckling into yours as you gasp but don't let it distract you, still keeping up your pace.

"Fuck," you groan, "Slap me."

Jungkook bites onto his lower lip, your foreheads touching while your lips keep rubbing against one another. "You want me to spank your pretty ass?"

"Yeah, do it." you tell him breathlessly, clenching around him as Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle. And then he delivers your wished spank, your walls clenching even more as Jungkook grunts.

And then he delivers another one, "My slut likes it rough?"

Oh, God have mercy.

"Fuck, Jungkook."

"I will take that as a yes," he chuckles, your breasts pressed against his chest while you keep feeling his defined abs against you, the muscles tensing with each movement.

He leans back to get a view of your face, as much as your fast pace lets him and he swears he could bust a nut right here and there. There's just something about your mouth open in full ecstasy, brows pinched together in an almost painful but lustful look. Your breasts bounce, your bralette wrapped around you beneath them. The sight is dirty and adds even more spice to this moment.

Your bodies are hot, sweat slowly but surely collecting on your skin while your bodies stay connected together, rubbing against one another that creates natural warmth.

"Fuck, I'm close." As if he didn't know.

He smirks, buckling his hips up as he meets you in the midway, your head spinning. It keeps getting harder to stay quiet and as your teeth clash together in an awkward manner, you kiss each other messily and hurriedly.

"You're gonna cum for me?" Jungkook breathes out, clashing your lips together again as you whine into his mouth.

He's everywhere. His cock is hitting you in long and harsh strokes, his hard chest brushing against yours while his hands keep your ass cheeks spread as he clutches them in his grasp. Skin slapping against each other, Jungkook presses you more into his balls when he's deep inside of you, bringing your head to spin as if you were about to faint and as you keep recklessly kissing each other, he delivers a final slap to your ass that leaves your skin tingling. And that's when you know it's the final line.

You're cumming around him, your body freezing completely as you let the marvelousness of orgasm dominate your entire body. But with your lack of movements, you're not robbed off your orgasm because Jungkook fucks you through it, thrusting into you. Eventually, your body falls on top of his, your head in the crook of his neck as you let him continue, despite the overstimulation that's starting to appear.

Jungkook's hard breathing echoes in the room and he presses himself into you as far as your body allows him, pushing you down onto him once again until he comes with a low grunt, the feral sound muffled as he harshly bites onto his bottom lip.

"Goddamnit," Jungkook breathes out, voice low and breathy as you straighten yourself, catching him with closed eyes and open mouth. He's breathing heavily, both of you are actually, but now he's the one that slowly calms down from the orgasm. "Can you imagine we wouldn't have decided to fuck?"

He chuckles when he sees your face, dumbfounded as you roll your eyes while you get off his lap. Fuck, you were messy.

"We risked a lot," you remind him, trying to search for your panties as you put them on once you find them thrown at the end of the couch. "I would be surprised if we didn't wake her up."

"I'm gonna check on her," Jungkook waves you off, "What's life without little risk?" he shoots you a crooked smile as you shake your head, lips spreading into a similar grin as you throw his shirt at him.

"Put your dick away and go check the poor kid."

"Leave my dick alone." Jungkook grins, taking off the condom.

"When did you even buy new ones?" you ask, pointing at the condom full of his cum in his hands as he skillfully ties the knot at the end.

"I have my ways," Once again, you're met with a grin. "You didn't think I would deprive myself of sex, right?" he jokes and you scrunch your nose, not bothering to put more clothes on since you're in a desperate need of shower.

At least you've got your underwear on in case Haru would snatch the door open and see you half-naked.

"Whatever," you feign annoyance as you both grin at each other. "I'm gonna take a shower. You're sleeping in my bed, right?"

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his head before he tucks himself back into boxers, pulling up his sweatpants as well. "I'm sorry about that. She's stubborn sometimes."

"It's fine," you assure him with a smile, knowing Haru was very persistent about staying in your bed. Jungkook's bed is bigger anyways. It's better for him to stay with her in case she wakes up during the night, which wouldn't be surprising, especially if she sleeps in a new place. Even if she was here sometime, she was too little to remember. "I guess it runs in the family." you joke, turning around as you shoot a grin across your shoulder to Jungkook.

"Like you're one to talk!" he yells after you, silencing himself right after he realizes how loud he's been.

He watches your ass colored red by his hands, his own lips curving into a smirk. He shakes his head in amusement, quickly throwing out the condom into the bin before he checks on his niece. She's sleeping soundlessly, hasn't moved since she fell asleep and he breathes out in relief.

Well, the sex was worth the risks.

Jungwon and Sona arrive first thing in the morning, just like they promised. Luckily for you, you've had enough time to make yourself look more presentable, right after you found Jungkook desperately trying not to curse in front of the poor child while he wanted to do her pigtails.

"Fu--fine, I can't seem to know how to do this." He said as soon as he spotted you coming to the kitchen rubbing your eyes making you pause at the sight of Haru sitting on the chair, with Jungkook behind her with a kids hairbrush in his hands.

You helped him of course, noticing Haru eating her breakfast looking completely fresh, already wearing her clothes for the day.

The couple looks just as fresh, enveloping Haru in the biggest hug. "Mommy! Daddy!" she yells, both you and Jungkook watching their family interaction as you coo at her.

"Hey, our little tiger. Did you have fun with Kookie and Y/N?" Jungwon asks her, crouching down to his daughter's level as she nods, turning to you and Jungkook.

She suddenly runs towards both of you, hugging your legs. "We played!"

Jungkook takes her up into her arms when she taps his thighs a few times, understanding her wishes while Sona thanks both of you for looking after her, gushing how much fun they had and the restaurant Jungwon picked out has amazing food.

"Thanks, Kook-ah again. We really had time for ourselves for a moment. I'm working most of the time and we don't want to bother mom and dad whenever we could potentially go out," Jungwon explains, looking at you as well once he says it as he shows nothing but gratitude. "You guys helped a lot. Thank you Y/N for babysitting. I know Jungkook must have dragged you into it."

You laugh, Jungkook frowning as he stares at his older brother in betrayal, scoffing a little. "Hyung, Y/N can't be dragged into something she doesn't want to do."

"Hey, that's not true!" you exclaim, Sona laughing while Jungwon grins in amusement as Jungkook stares down at you, Haru still in his arms as she giggles but probably has no idea what you all are talking about. She just sees everyone laughing so she joins, suddenly too preoccupied with Jungkook's brow piercing.

"Yes, it is--Haru baby that's not for playing." he almost hisses when Haru clumsily traces her little fingers against his piercing, touching it rather harshly as Sona quickly goes to grab her.

"You can't have that when you have babies around." Jungwon points out amusingly, your stomach dropping what his words imply.

Obviously, he doesn't know what Jungkook has been through at least you think so because Jungkook has never mentioned about telling anyone else. And surely, even if he has, Jungwon wouldn't say it just bluntly. Even though what he says is just a mention of babies, it doesn't imply anything too close to Jungkook's situation.

You glance at Jungkook, finding him shocked for a moment until he breaks a faint smile.

"Honey, Jungkook doesn't have babies or kids around him all the time." Sona retorts, Haru hugging her as her words dig even deeper to your chest.

"I don't," Jungkook says, offering another smile that doesn't reach his eyes and thankfully, the two other adults haven't noticed the shift in Jungkook's behavior. "Do you guys wanna stay for a little longer or?"

"Oh, no thank you! We are actually going to the sea world we promised Haru, right? Are you excited to see fishes?" she asks Haru, averting her attention to her daughter who excitedly shouts "Yes! Fishes! Let's go!" which makes everyone laugh.

Another round of gratitude soon follows as you accompany them to the front door, bidding goodbye to Haru who seems to be sad to be saying goodbye to her uncle. She even hugs you and kisses you on your lips, making you coo at her as you promise to visit her some day. That seems to lift up her mood from the sudden soreness, of course with Jungkook's help as he promises to come to Busan and bring you with him as well.

Jungwon hugs his brother, even giving you a hug before they are all gone and you're met with silence.

"I'm fine," he says automatically, surprising you as he turns to look at you.

Your mouth is open but all you can do is to stare at him in shock.

"They don't know, it's fine," You probably don't realize it, but you're looking at him skeptically which makes him break a smile as he walks up to you, grabbing your face gently. "I'm fine. I'm not a fragile doll." he assures you and you smile back, giving him a nod.

"I know you're not," you murmur, "I'm sorry if I made you feel weird."

"You did not," Jungkook chuckles, "One day, maybe I will have a baby around me or kids. I don't want to think about what could've been, you know?" he proposes with a smile.

"No, I get that, yeah absolutely. You're right."

"Good," he says, letting go of your face. "Jimin texted me, they want to go bowling. You in?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

You smile, the pressure on your chest dissolving because Jungkook is fine.

"Oh, come on!" You and Taehyung whine loudly when Jungkook hits yet another strike, officially making him the winner while he turns around proudly and confidently, his arms outstretched.

Jimin laughs at you and Taehyung, covering his mouth when he sees your defeated looks.

"This is bullshit," you mutter and Taehyung agrees immediately, nodding next to you. "Are we surprised? Of course he would win."

Jungkook walks past you but not before he teasingly leans down to you, "Baby, don't be a sore loser." he snickers and you elbow him in the hip annoyingly, clicking your tongue at him while he throws his head back, laughing while he walks up to the table and takes a swig of his drink.

Taehyung amusingly watches the interaction, though he couldn't hear what Jungkook told you but that doesn't stop him from sending you a wink as you roll your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he hasn't told Jimin about you two, so he's pretty much clueless.

However, as soon as you met up with Jimin, he knew his secret had been spilled and there's no way of denying a new person in his life.

"You guys know." He had stated as soon as he caught you and Jungkook, looking at him with tiny smiles. He managed to glare at Taehyung but he just stayed unbothered, offered him a shrug.

You admitted that yes, you two know about it indeed.

Not wanting to talk about it any further, knowing he isn't feeling very comfortable discussing it, you've moved on and began your evening.

"How's the project going? You haven't started yet, right?" Jimin asks Jungkook, glancing at you as all of you sit down at the table to take a short break before you start another game.

"Ah, no not yet," Jungkook says as he gulps down his drink, "We should be starting next week? No?"

"Yeah, that's the plan." you confirm, sitting down next to Taehyung who offers you snacks and you gladly take it from him.

"How's the girl? What was her name? The one you're helping."

"Ester," Jungkook chuckles at Jimin's confusion who just waves his hand off, smiling a little. "She's been joining me on a few shoots, she is really talented but I think she needs a little push. She doesn't really believe in herself, so I hope this job opportunity will change that."

"Yeah, you've shown me her work. She takes nice pictures," Jimin agrees, "Are you guys friends?"

Jungkook's brows shoot up, a little surprised by the question and he kind of assumes Jimin is going to smile teasingly at him, but he's met with curious eyes and a genuine causal question. "Uhh, yeah? I guess. I mean, yeah. She's cool."

"You should've invited her. I remember you telling me she doesn't have many friends."

You snap your head towards Jimin. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Jimin chuckles, shrugging. "She's a nice person. She could have joined us."

"She's Jungkook's friend." you point out, Jimin giving you a pointed look.

"Exactly," he deadpans and Taehyung clears his throat next to you.

"I mean what Y/N wants to say is... what do you want to say?" he whispers the question next to you and you roll your eyes.

"Nothing!" you exclaim, "I'm not against inviting her or something, if that's what Jungkook wants. I was just asking why we should invite her. We don't usually invite any other people." you point out and they all know you've got a point.

Taehyung has other friends, maybe not as close as the three of you are but he has other friends. So does Jimin and Jungkook as well. You do too but none of you just randomly invite them.

"It was just a suggestion," Jimin chuckles, giving you a look. "Kook said she doesn't have a lot of friends. I feel bad."

"I'm not sure if she would go," Jungkook decides to say, "She's kinda shy and she needs to warm up to people."

"I can warm her up if she wants," Taehyung chirps and you roll your eyes. "You should've invited your girl, Jimin." Taehyung proposes and Jimin looks away, completely ignoring Taehyung's proposition as you snort.

"What? You don't want her to meet us?" you ask, laughing in amusement as Jimin's cheeks burn and he shifts uncomfortably in his spot. A soft smile plays on Jungkook's lips but he hides it behind the rim of his glass.

"No... it's not like that..."

"Mhm," Taehyung purses his lips, "Well, you kept her a secret for a reason."

It sounds like a jab, though all of you know Taehyung and his big mouth. It's your turn to shift on your spot as you glance at Jimin who frowns at Taehyung, but the younger one just shrugs.

"I--you guys can be intimidating sometimes!" Jimin exclaims all of a sudden.

"Excuse us?" you gasp, "We are not!"

Jimin slouches his shoulders as he sighs, rubbing his eyes. "It's still fresh and I've never done this before, so I'm sorry if I'm taking my time."

"Man, don't apologize. Everyone's got a different pace. It's totally fine if you don't want her to hang out with us just yet." Jungkook butts in, hand squeezing Jimin's shoulder as he glances at him appreciatively.

"I mean... Jungkook is right," you tell him, "But we are happy for you."

Jimin smiles appreciatively once again. "Ah, it's just so weird," He touches the back of his neck frustratedly. "Who would have thought I'm gonna have a girlfriend, right?" he chuckles sheepishly, you and Jungkook share an amused smile.

You barely get to see Jimin flustered and the fact he's so shy all of a sudden, Park Jimin who's been fucking around since you can remember, just proves that he moved to another stage in his life.

"Not me," Taehyung mutters, "But yeah... if that's what you want Jimin. I can't relate but we are happy for you." he adds, tone genuine as he gives Jimin a gentle smile.

You smile at Taehyung, leaning your head against his shoulder while Jungkook pats Jimin on the back, grinning from ear to ear when noticing his friend's flushed face.

"Those two are something else," you say in the midst of already taking off your shoes as Jungkook shuts the front door.

Things between Jimin and Taehyung haven't been anything serious in the first place, though after the last conversation where Jimin had finally talked about his girlfriend and the newfound relationship, he's been more at ease. Taehyung's previous behavior had been nothing but just his typical personality shining through and even though he had acted like a drama queen, offended Jimin has a girlfriend out of nowhere. In your own twisted way, you understand him. Well, they have been fucking around for a long time – it was what connected them even more, the same interests and life-style.

Taehyung can't grasp the point of having a relationship, especially if he was sure Jimin isn't looking for one and didn't peg him as the type to have one. Like Jimin admitted, it happened. Taehyung can't relate and seems repulsed to even think about ending up similarly like Jimin.

"I wonder why we haven't been kicked out of the place." you mutter, sighing once your feet are free of shoes as Jungkook snorts.

You're right. They've been having a few beers, bonding together while you had to play another game. A game that's been apparently paid for because they had decided you'll do three rounds. You protested, of course. Not because you don't like bowling because you do like it, it's actually very often an activity you as a group do. But what's the point of playing it when Jungkook humbled your competitive asses in the first round?

They called you a sore loser – honestly, you just like a fair game and that's not possible if your dearest best friend is fucking good at bowling too.

"I'll go easy on you." Jungkook told you once he saw your not so enthusiastic face.

He never does, that's what you told him back.

He shot you a smirk, once Jimin and Taehyung weren't paying attention and he delivered a very subtle smack to your ass. It humbled you and you ended up playing the last round with already tipsy Jimin and Taehyung.

In the end, Jungkook had let you win. No matter how many times he tried to play innocent, there's no way a good player like him suddenly ended up in last place. You exchanged looks, Jungkook's lips curving into a grin that has told you everything you already knew.

"Have you seen Jimin though?" Jungkook asks, both of you walking further down the apartment as the scent of Jungkook's home welcomes you. "He was glowing when he was talking about his girlfriend," he grins, you playfully rolling your eyes in Jungkook's teasing grin.

He's right though.

"I've never seen him look like that," he admits with a chuckle, walking to the kitchen as you follow him. "Glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

"Red or white?"

"Red."

Jungkook opens the fridge, shooting you a look across his shoulder as you sit down, sending him a sheepish grin as he knowingly pulls out your favorite wine. You're not the type to drink wine often, you don't like its sour and bitter taste but Jungkook once bought a wine that tastes like anything you've ever drank before. It's not cheap though, neither expensive but expensive enough for its slim and tall bottle that fills only four glasses.

However, Jungkook pulls it out without any words and grabs two glasses along the way. Sitting on the bar stool with him standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, he opens the bottle and pours you both a glass.

You thank him, immediately tasting the sweet red liquid as you let it linger on your tongue for a few seconds before you swallow it down.

"Don't tease Jimin," you tell him, going back to your previous topic as Jungkook only grins again as he shrugs. "I find it cute. He really must like her."

"His eyes literally shined when he was talking about her. And Jimin, and shy?" Jungkook cackles as you laugh, knowing exactly what he's referring to because you witnessed it.

"Oh, don't tease him," you snort, "You looked like a love sick puppy when you found yourself a girlfriend."

Jungkook purses his lips but still grins. He knows everyone out of your group could tell he's in love. He looked like a teenager who had found his first love.

"Ah, don't remind me." he shuts his eyes in embarrassment as he laughs, you joining him.

"You were like... ten times Jimin."

"Yah," he scolds you but still keeps laughing. "I was really going through it, alright?"

You hum, taking another sip while a moment of silence passes until it's interrupted by your phone ringing. Pulling it out of the pocket, you notice it's Maya and your brows raise up in a mere surprise. She never calls you until she wants to hang out, she usually texts and it's always during the day not in the evening.

Jungkook questionably looks at you, causing you to say Maya's name until you accept the call, barely having enough time to greet her before her cheerful velvety voice reaches your ears.

"Hey girl," she chirps, "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"No, we actually just came back from bowling."

"Wuuu, you guys were on a date?"

You know she's teasing, it's practically all laced in her voice and sometimes you wonder if she's not very similar to Taehyung in this – in some things, she's a woman version of him.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, you wonder if he could hear it but he seems to be clueless, drinking the rest of his wine as you clear your throat.

"No," you say matter-of-factly with an edge to your voice which makes Maya chuckle. "Jimin and Taehyung were there too. It was us friends hanging out."

She cackles at the tone of your voice. "Damn, and you guys didn't invite us?"

Her voice is light, cheerful as most of the time you get to hear it and you know there's nothing bitter behind her words. Still, it makes you feel bad for not thinking about inviting them too. Namjoon hangs out with the guys often, you don't see him as much but technically, he could be considered as your friend as well. Hanging out with Maya, so you're not the only woman could be a nice change for a while. Not that you mind it though.

"I–uh–sorry, that didn't cross my mind, I'll make sure we invite you next time."

A laugh rings in your ear as she lets you know it's okay. "I'm just teasing, we were busy anyway. If you know what I mean." she muses with a low tone as you feel your cheeks warm up for some reason.

"Where is Namjoon?" you ask, trying to play it cool as she catches up to your intention as she tries to stifle a laugh.

"In the shower."

"Oh... why didn't you join him then?" you ask, your question catching Jungkook's eyes as he frowns in confusion, probably wondering what the hell you're talking about with Namjoon's girlfriend.

"I went first. I'm not capable of round two. Fuck, I can't literally feel my legs."

You snort, "That good?"

"You can't imagine,"

You giggle, covering your mouth at her blunt words.

"We're actually going on a late date night but we got busy."

"Oh god." you snort, hearing Maya's laugh.

"We got distracted!" she exclaims as if that was any better which makes you laugh even more. "Haven't you and Jungkook ever fucked when you were supposed to go somewhere?"

"Maya." you hiss at her through the phone, tone still light as she apologizes through her giggles.

"Don't worry, Joon doesn't hear. He's still taking a shower and thinks he can sing."

Looking at Jungkook, you see him staring right back at you with the same confused frown and for some reason you pray he couldn't hear Maya's bubbly and loud voice on the other line. Maya hums, expectedly waiting for your answer as you clear your throat.

"We have." you admit by muttering.

"I knew it!" she yells in your ear, causing you to cringe as Jungkook mouths to you he's going to take a shower while you talk to Maya. "But I actually called you to ask you what you're doing next weekend? They have called from the salon and they want me to come pick out the wedding dress. I know it's kinda short notice but they're so busy and I was actually surprised they gave me such an early date."

You already promised her you'll go with her, since she doesn't have a lot of friends to go with in the first place and it's kind of your honor to be a part of that. You appreciate it, even more when you realize you haven't been friends for that long but Maya already trusts you and wants to be your friend. You've become very close in a short period of time, not that the time matters but it's not very usual to find such a good friend so quickly. It's hard to believe Maya, a literal social butterfly, doesn't have a lot of friends here in Seoul. But it does make sense – your paths have been very similar.

Both busy with your jobs to find more female friends.

"Don't worry about it, I don't have any plans." you assure her, smiling when she squeals and beams how much fun you're going to have until she's cut short, explaining Namjoon is out of the shower and they're already late for their reservation.

You bid goodbye with her, confirming your plans for the next weekend for the last time before you hang up and make your way to the bathroom to take a shower too once Jungkook's out of there, already in his room where you can't see him but you hear him rummaging through his drawers.

Your shower is quick, grabbing your two abandoned glasses where you pour the rest of the wine and bring it to Jungkook's bedroom. He already lays in his bed, though not hiding under his covers as he just rests on top of it with his boxers only with raven hair still wet from the shower. You have to take a deep breath as he glances from his phone to look at you while you give him a soft smile, joining him on the bed as you hand him the wine.

"Sorry, Maya and I are going to pick her wedding dress next weekend, she just wanted to ask me if I'm free."

Jungkook smiles, taking a sip of the fine wine even though he had already brushed his teeth but doesn't tell you that. "All good," he assures you, setting the glass down on the nightstand. "You were acting weird when she called you." he notes and you take the moment of silence to gulp down the wine as you hand him your empty glass, so he can put it down.

"Yeah, you know her," you giggle a little bit too nervous for your liking. "She has a way over words sometimes."

"Sounds familiar," he teases, causing you to roll your eyes at his grin. "You already have secrets with her?"

It doesn't sound suspicious or anything negative, he's just amusingly asking you once he sees your slightly flustered face. Of course he caught onto your weird behavior. Jungkook is very attentive and knows you like his own shoes, plus you weren't very good at hiding your reactions to Maya's blunt and teasing assumptions.

"I..." you gulp, nibbling on your bottom lip for a moment. Now is a good time to spill the beans, considering Jungkook has a right to know about Maya knowing your little discrete secret that only Taehyung knows so far. "Maya knows about us hooking up."

Jungkook's brow shoots up slightly after your revelation which for some reason makes you nervous. "Are you mad?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Why would I be? She's your friend. I'm glad you get along with her." he shrugs and you simply stare, feeling like the weight off your chest is gone just like that.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't want to plaster a sign on my forehead that says 'Hey I'm fucking my best friend in private' but I'm okay with it. I don't really care if she knows or not. It's just a matter of time before Jimin knows too but it's nobody's business but ours."

"You're right," you nod, "Maya promised me she's not gonna tell Namjoon."

At that, Jungkook snorts a little and you frown in confusion as he explains; "Do you really think she's not gonna tell herboyfriend? Come on..."

"Why not? Couples don't tell each other everything."

"That could be true but I'm pretty sure she will spill it out one way or another, accidently or not."

You frown, lips pouting in a thought as Jungkook smiles.

"Don't look so damned."

"I am!" you exclaim, both of you laughing. "There's still a possibility she won't say a word." you note and Jungkook hides a smile.

"Mhm."

He doesn't sound convinced at all but you decide to drop the topic down. What's the point of dwelling on it longer than necessary? She knows and Jungkook is fine with it, which actually calms you down a lot.

"Is that my shirt?"

Glancing down at your torso you notice that yes, you're indeed wearing one of Jungkook's old shirts. He gave it to you some time ago since you always used to wear it once you slept over and had nothing to wear to bed. Somehow it ended up being your shirt, though he never officially gave it to you. It was more like "oh here's your shirt" whenever you were about to take a shower and asked him for something to wear.

"It's no longer yours." you muse, grinning as Jungkook mirrors your expression, slowly shaking his head at you as he looks down with eyes scrunched and toothy grin.

You take everything in your power not to ogle him but it's hard not to – especially if he's only in his boxers, abs and muscles on full display along with his toned buffed chest and tattooed right arm that adds just the right spice to his look. He looks completely natural, yet it's completely enough to knock the breath out of you.

"Hm, really?" Jungkook hums, sitting more upward as he makes himself more comfortable against the headboard while you give him a confident nod in return. Lips twitching, he shrugs. "Looks better on you anyway."

Your heart squeezes at the subtle compliment that gets out of his mouth so freely, almost as if he didn't just give you a compliment in the first place. It's the tiny comments like this that makes your heart combust and again, you're reminded how Jungkook is naturally good with his words. He's not the annoying type that makes you cringe or awkwardly laugh to yourself – it's the complete opposite.

"I know." you tell him, not trying to show how flustered he makes you with a single sentence.

Confidence is the key. Though, you're not sure if his shirt looks better on you therefore you don't really trust his words. Everything looks better on him – the shirt that is oversized on you looks perfect on him even though the material is starting to get washed off.

"Come here." he motions at you with his finger, your eyes filled with curiosity while you listen to him and get closer.

Once you're close enough, he cups your face and delivers a single kiss to your half-open mouth as you stare at him in surprise. "What was that for?"

"You know how I always get what I want?" he asks confidently, mouth hovering over your throat as he delivers another kiss to your jaw and neck causing you to sigh in content.

You're too comfortable to focus on the fact there's obviously something more behind his actions but for now, you don't care and just enjoy his soft lips against your skin.

"So do I." you breathe out, closing your eyes once he grazes his teeth against your jaw. Fuck.

And then he playfully asks; "You think?"

"I know." you comment smartly, his hot breath fanning your skin for a moment.

Jungkook sits upright, inching closer to you until he places his hands over your shoulders and gently pushes you down until you're laying on your back, him hovering over you as you stare at him with big curious eyes. Does he want to have sex right now? You both just came out of the shower. It might seem as if you don't want it but that's far from the truth. Jungkook can get you in the mood with a snap of his fingers – as embarrassing as it is to admit it.

He gropes your breasts, gently and with utmost care, squeezing them which makes a breathy and shaken gasp rip out of your mouth. He locates your nipple through the thin material, pinching it slightly and you gasp again at the slight pain and pleasure.

"You think you're slick, hm?" he mutters, doing the same with your other breast while your hands find their way to his hair as you tug on them. Back arched, you crave for his mouth as you try to press yourself to his body. He's warm and firm.

"What are you talking about?" It comes out shaky and breathy yet again, even more now that he sneaks his hand under your shirt and finally envelopes your breast with his big hand.

"Tell me," he says simply, kissing you and you quickly kiss him back, whining when he pulls away and refuses to deepen the kiss. "Tell me what you're so obviously hiding from me."

"What?" you whisper, wincing when he pinches your nipple way harder than before.

"We said we're gonna be honest with each other, yet you refuse to tell me what you want to try in bed so badly,"

You tense right away, your clouded mind clearing as soon as his words get to you and you snap your eyes open, finding him already staring at you but he still hovers over you powerfully.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you so persistent about this?" you ask, voice close to annoyed as you frown while Jungkook searches your face with his big and dark eyes.

"Why are you so persistent in not telling me?" he asks in return and you groan in annoyance which earns you a deep chuckle from him.

"Because it's stupid and we can't do it."

"Why not?" he asks right away, gently pushing you back onto the mattress when you're already trying to escape him by sitting up.

Your back hits the mattress effortlessly and you're in a war between pushing him away or focusing on the butterflies you feel under his dark gaze.

"I won't know until you tell me,"

You know he's right.

If you were in his place, you'd try to get him to talk – even if it's simply out of curiosity if nothing else. But saying the truth to him is just embarrassing because you know you're not in a position to ask him something like that. Not mentioning it just doesn't make sense and you really can't do it without risking more than you already are.

You're annoyed at yourself that you wish to try this with him out of all people. You've always been very cautious when it comes down to this topic.

"Come on, I want you to enjoy sex as much as I do."

Sighing, you sit up and gently push him away from you. He complies, lets you sit up but he doesn't move any further, still adamant to get this out of you.

"I enjoy it. What makes you think I don't?"

"I'm not saying you aren't. Everyone enjoys sex with me," he jokes, causing you to roll your eyes at his playfulness. "There's clearly something you want to try and I'm willing to listen."

"Jungkook, drop it." you say with a stern tone but Jungkook doesn't back down so easily as he cocks his brow at you in challenge. "It's just not something we can do. The end."

"Now I'm even more curious," You groan loudly, causing his lips to twitch. "Do you want me to fuck your ass or something? Because I'm down."

Your cheeks burn immediately and you gape at him. "No!"

"Don't look so scandalized." Jungkook scolds you, already enjoying your horrified expression. You could see his subtle smirk from miles away.

Stubbornly, you avoid Jungkook's gaze as you cross your arms over your chest, looking around Jungkook's room. You're seconds away from running away like the coward you feel like, embarrassed that you're close to admitting Jungkook one of your deepest desires.

"On all fours. Now."

You face him, your neck almost getting a cramp from how quickly you do that. "Wha–"

"Did I stutter?" he asks, plainly and simply causing you to gulp at the sudden change of demeanor.

"No–"

"Then get to work."

You eye him, the rush of excitement already bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you slowly move to turn around. But your knees barely touch the mattress before Jungkook grabs you by your waist and helps you get to his wishful position rather impatiently. He presses his hand on your back, causing your ass to be in the air while the side of your face is pressed against his sheets.

He doesn't waste any time to hook his fingers under your panties and pull them down. Impatiently and harshly as he's not exactly gentle when he tries to get them over your knees.

"Shit." you curse as soon as you feel his fingers rubbing your sex, wetness already pooling at your entrance as he smears it up and down.

He spreads your legs wider and before you can take another deep breath, his mouth is already on your clit. His mouth moves skilfully, tasting you on his tongue while you gasp into his sheets. He eats you out, listening to your silenced moans with your knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping onto his fresh sheets. The sounds of his mouth and the wetness between your legs, both from your arousal and his saliva, are so dirty and you already feel yourself tipping over the edge.

But then Jungkook pulls away, delivering a sweet kiss to your ass cheek. "Still don't want to tell me?"

Oh, this little--

"No, I'm good."

Jungkook chuckles behind you and then spreads your cheeks apart, enveloping your wetness with his mouth once again.

You know what this is about. You're sure this is his punishment, he's going to rob you off your orgasm every time it comes and fuck, he knows when it comes. You can't fool him but it feels too good to end this.

He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly and you gasp loudly, cursing as you feel yourself getting close already. He pulls away for a moment, licking from your clit to your entrance and just when you think he's going to pull away again, he continues down to your puckered hole. He gathers your wetness and his saliva there, moving his tongue around the hole while he adds the slightest pressure. You tense, wondering if he knows what he's doing because he has never done this before.

He must feel you tense because he stops, but you still feel his breath there. "Trust me." Is all he says and then he continues.

It feels... new. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before and you can't say it feels bad. Definitely not bad. Despite the fact he's literally licking your ass-hole, it feels good.

And then he eats you out there, his moves getting rougher and more brave now that he knows you're enjoying it. Still, he asks you if it feels good.

"Yes." you answer shamelessly, whispering at how fucked out you already feel and you haven't even came yet.

He continues, eating out your puckered hole as his hands keep your asscheeks apart, hands squeezing your flesh. That's until he suddenly enters your cunt with two fingers, mouth still on your other hole and you swear you see stars. He fucks you with his fingers while his mouth works on your hole.

"Tell me." he grunts into your flesh and you cry out, too close to the orgasm.

"I will." you cry out a promise, ass getting into the air ass Jungkook keeps you down with his other hand.

"Oh, you will."

And then he continues until the knot snaps inside you and you're cumming all over his fingers, moaning his name over and over again but you don't even realize it as you're going through your own ecstasy.

As soon as you're done, Jungkook gently pulls out his fingers and mouth off you as you drop down onto your back like a sack of potatoes. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling until your eyes drop to Jungkook who watches you with a smirk.

"I hate you."

"You don't." he comments right away, licking his glistening lips.

"I can't believe you just did that."

"Did you like it?"

Did you like it? Why the hell is he asking you that? You haven't had sex for some time and your orgasms tend to be more intense the longer you go without one, but fuck, this was something new and it completely blew your mind.

"No." you tell him with an amused grin, Jungkook chuckling as he hovers over you.

You tense, only because you already feel yourself clenching. You still want him inside you but first, you need to catch a breath.

He leans down and just as he's about to kiss you, you turn your head sideways because you panic. Jungkook frowns and you feel bad for rejecting him.

"You literally made out with my ass just seconds ago."

"Yah!" Jungkook's frown deepens. "You kiss me after you suck my cock."

"But you don't shit with your cock."

Jungkook cringes, "No, I just piss with it."

"Ew," you cringe back, "I'm not giving you head again."

"You're full of shit,"

You grin, knowing he's probably right.

"You like having my cock in your mouth."

"I do?" you hum, shamelessly letting your hands brush against his big and firm chest.

When he leans down to you, you expect him to kiss you or something but his mouth brushes over earlobe. "Mhm, just as much as I love eating out your little and pretty cunt."

"Jungkook." you exclaim and he shoots you a smirk as he sits down.

"So, now spit it out." He goes straight to the topic and you sit up, cringing at the wetness between your legs as Jungkook hands you your panties that are hooked on his one finger.

You snatch it away from him and sheepishly put them on. "Do I really–"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter under your breath, "I told you we can't do it, so what's the point?"

"Let me have a say in that too." he offers and patiently sits back, waiting for you to continue.

"I... oh, god... I never really had–" You cut yourself off, wondering what's the best way to explain it and Jungkook cocks his brow at you.

"Never had what?"

"You know I had sex with two other people apart from you."

"Yes." he answers, sounding unsure where this is going.

"But you know... I'm responsible and safe,"

You look at Jungkook and catch the realization slowly hitting him from that one word but he still lets you continue.

"In fact it's stupid and nothing..." you chuckle nervously, "I was just wondering how sex feels like when--you know--how it feels like without a condom."

Cringing at yourself, you feel your face burning once again as Jungkook simply watches you which doesn't make things easier at all for you.

"I told you it's stupid." you huff and Jungkook finally breaks, chuckling at you.

"It's not stupid," he assures you, "You want to have raw sex?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" you grumble at him and he knows you're just embarrassed at the moment which amuses him to a certain extent.

"It feels fucking great." Jungkook answers, ignoring your previous bitter remark.

Fuck. You've never experienced it but you heard it does feel way better. The thought makes you gulp as you quickly avert your eyes to your hands as you shrug.

"But it's stupid and I'd never ask that of you. It'd be irresponsible of us to have sex without a condom."

"It would be a risk..." he nods, "But you're on birth control, right?"

Your eyes widen as you nod slowly. "Uh, yeah. But it's not 100 percent." you remind him.

"Of course, I know that. Nothing is 100 percent. The only way to avoid the risk is not to have sex at all."

"Yeah," you agree, "But you know, I'm taking pills and you wear a condom so I think we're very safe..."

He stays quiet which makes the silence even more awkward.

"But I'd never ask that of you, like I said before. We--it would be stupid of us to do that. Can you imagine if--" You shake your head but judging by Jungkook's stare, he knows where you were going with it.

"Let me think about it, yeah?" he proposes and once again, your eyes widen.

"You--you don't really consider it, right?"

"I just need to think it over, okay?"

"Kook, you don't have to... I told you--"

"You want it," he cuts you off, lips slightly twitching. "I can see it."

You simply wouldn't ask him of that just for one reason and that is, that Kiko got pregnant even though she was on birth control. If things were different, you'd allow yourself to be more irresponsible but you feel like you already are pushing a lot of buttons by hooking up with Jungkook. It's hitting too close to home and it doesn't feel right. And the fact Jungkook is willing to think it over – you've no idea what to think about it.

"I mean... I'm just curious but the sex is fine as it is. I don't want you to feel like you have to do it. I'm not sure if I want to."

You do want it. You're just not sure if it will be a wise decision. Maybe you're overthinking this whole thing but you can't risk getting pregnant by your best friend. It would definitely ruin things. Just the thought of it makes you fucking scared.

"Don't worry about it right now, okay?" He offers you a smile, standing up as he stretches his arms. "Thanks for telling me."

"It's not like you gave me a choice." you mutter and Jungkook sends you a playful glare.

"Hey, I gave you an orgasm in return and from what I've seen it was mind blowing."

"Yeah, yeah. And who's full of shit now." Standing up, you brush past him with your lips pursed as Jungkook slaps your ass, causing you to flash him a glare as you walk out of his bedroom.

Weirdly, you feel lighter than before and at the end, Jungkook knowing your secret desire isn't as awkward as you were so scared of.

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mrdixon · 9 months

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pairing: daryl dixon x gn!reader

wc: 4.9k ...

warnings: insecurity, slight swearing pshhh

summary: after a moment of jealousy, you start to doubt yourself.

A/N: i honestly didnt mean to write this so long and i hope its not so boring................ my requests are always open if you wanna read something specific ;) ★

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You’ve been dating Daryl since the prison so you know how he isn’t overly affectionate which you’re alright with, you understand that that’s just how he is. Plus it’s not like he isn’t ever affectionate with you, there’s a few kisses here and there, a few longing glances.

Recently though, Daryl has been working a lot so you two barely have any time for each other. Not that it’s a problem he’s working, you’re glad he’s working hard everyday to keep you and everyone safe. The only thing that’s driving you crazy is how often he works with this one girl, Mimi. You’re not blind to the fact that Daryl was in fact very popular, with the ladies specifically. You first noticed it in the prison. And you were okay with it… for the most part.

You weren’t surprised when Mimi first approached him on a run, noticing the way she looked at him. You once looked at him like that when you first met him. You thought nothing of it at first because you tried to make yourself very much known as Daryl’s partner, but it didn’t stop Mimi from trying to pursue him. You were jealous. Jealous of the fact that this girl was spending more time with your boyfriend than you yourself, but you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t do many supply runs, she did. So it was natural for Daryl and her to end up on the same run all the time. You couldn’t even tell Daryl not to spend so much time with her because what would that make you? Insecure? Controlling? Jealous? You didn’t want to admit it. You couldn’t.

So for weeks you watched as they got closer, noticing the way she stood so close to him. Helping him wipe grime off his face the way you did back at the prison, brushing her shoulder against his as they walked. You noticed every little thing from where you were watching them in the comfort of your shared home with Daryl.

When she was walking him home to you, you couldn’t help but watch them again. You noticed how pretty she was, and of course she was. You couldn’t but admire her long glowy hair, it looked so soft. You tucked your hair behind your ear, noticing how dull it looked and how rough it felt from it being used to being caked in dirt. She probably never had that problem having lived in Alexandria during the whole apocalypse. You noticed how soft her features were, never once having a scratch or scar unlike you. Despite being on runs all the time she still glowed in the sun, even with dirt or walker blood on her she never once looked disgusting. Her pretty smile turning heads everywhere she walked. What if Daryl was to fall for her? Be wooed by her beauty and wonderful personality? Or better yet, what if he already had?

Before the two even reached the front door you were already outside, smiling slightly as Daryl’s gaze fell on you, his eyes brightening a little. “Hey (Y/N).” He nodded to you while Mimi walked up beside him, her shoulder flush against his as she gave you her signature smile. You swallowed, smiling back.

“You hungry? I cooked up some of that alphabet soup you brought home the other day.” You said to Daryl, staring down at your feet.

“Nah, jus’ ate some of Mimi’s apple pie.” He drawled. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you nodded, walking back towards the house.

“Okaaay… well I’ll just eat the rest then.” You muttered before disappearing into the house, plopping down onto your seat at the table. Taking his share of the soup you looked outside, Daryl and Mimi were still talking. You sighed, trying to hear their conversation but it was way too soft and quiet. Your finger found its way to your mouth, nibbling it gently. You wondered what could they possibly be talking about? Daryl barely talks usually so how is he being so talkative with her? You sighed, shaking your head to rid your thoughts as you ate the soup. You looked back over at them, frowning as you watched her put her hand on his shoulder, running it down his arm and discreetly checking out his muscles. You groaned, not being able to take anymore of the scene. Standing up you went to put the soup away before going upstairs and into your shared room.

You walked into your room, sitting on your bed and grabbing your notebook. You started absentmindedly doodling shapes into the pages, your thoughts moving back to Daryl and Mimi and you couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy coursing through your body. You tried so hard to shove those dumb feelings down but a tear slipped down your cheek. Wiping it angrily you couldn’t help but think. Why was he more talkative with her? What if he was gonna leave you for her? Or even worse, what if he had already cheated? A few more tears slipped down your cheeks but you frustratingly wiped them away, standing up towards the mirror placed towards your side of the bed.

Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair on the shorter side, unlike Mimi’s. Didn’t Daryl like long hair? You ran your fingers through your hair, getting caught in tangles here and there which made you more frustrated than you already were and biting your finger. You bet she didn’t have a problem with tangled hair, or the fact that her hair still looked good even in a world where you had to get dirty to live.

Your eyes stared back at you in the mirror, dull and empty, full of those sickening memories you had to endured over the past few months. Mimi’s definitely weren’t like that, her eyes shined. Hell they probably glowed when the sun hit them. She was beautiful, in every way. Why is Daryl even with me? You thought helplessly.

You continued to stare at yourself, mentally nitpicking yourself and your flaws. Not noticing Daryl was standing at the door.

He watched you through the mirror, his heart swelling at the sight of you. You were so beautiful, but he noticed how miserable you looked. He knew something was bothering you so he entered the room quietly, standing beside you. “Hey,” he said softly. A frown on his face as he noticed your teary eyes, “everythin’ okay?”

You looked up at him after wiping your eyes quickly, flashing him a half-smile. “Yeah I’m fine,” you responded quietly, your voice slightly shaky. He kept frowning when you avoided his gaze.

He took notice of how your voice shook, your eyes slightly red. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He whispered, placing a hand on your chin and tilting your face up so you would look at him.

“Nothing,” you murmured, looking away. Your eyes caught yourself in the mirror again, quickly averting your gaze.

“Sweetheart,” he frowned, trying to get your attention. “There’s somethin’ bothering ya, isn’t there?” You couldn’t help but notice how gentle he sounded, how soft he was being with you. “C’mon, you can tell me,” he urged.

You gave another half-smile, shaking your head. “No, no it’s nothing.”

“Hun, look at me. You know you can tell me anythin’,” he softly spoke. His hand caressed your cheek gently, carefully. His blue eyes stared at you intently and you got lost in his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath and looking away.

“Please,” he whispered. “Tell me what’s goin’ on.” His voice was so gentle yet it left you with a sharp pang in your heart.

You shook your head once again, closing your eyes. You didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want him to see you so weak. So vulnerable.

“It’s nothing Daryl, I’m just tired.” You moved away.

“Well I don’t believe ya,” he said quietly, following you. “I know ya more than enough to know somethin’ is wrong.” You could hear him sigh at your silence, his hands placing themselves on your waist. “Why don’ we take a bath?” He offered, smiling playfully at you, “ya can rest against me in the hot bath.” His eyes pleaded as if telling her, ”Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

You pushed away again, shaking your head. “It’s fine, I promise.” You dismissed him.

“(Y/N), please,” he urged. “Yer clearly not fine and I’m worried about you.” He nibbled on his lip, stepping in your way to try and get you to listen.

You shook your head, making your way towards the closet. “Go take a bath yourself.”

Daryl watched helplessly as you walked away from him, finding his own way into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He felt upset and frustrated, mostly with himself with how he couldn’t think of words to try and convince you to talk. He wanted to walk right out and try to make her open up, but he knew that would only make things worse.

He sighed as he slowly undressed for a shower, his mind racing with possibilities of what could be bothering her. He only wished for her to trust him enough to tell him what was wrong.

Daryl finished his very much needed shower, feeling more relaxed as he walked back into their room. His eyes trailed over your sleeping figure, your back to him. He smiled softly as he watched you from behind, your body rising and falling with every soft breath you took. His smile quickly dropped when he looked up at the mirror in front of you, covered with a blanket.

He frowned to himself, placing his towel down and moving towards the mirror. He turned back to you, your eyes closed. They were avoiding looking at themselves earlier… He thought before turning back to the blanket covered mirror, slowly lifting the blanket off and taking in his reflection. He looked tired, but he got distracted by the beauty sleeping in his bed behind him. You face soft and relaxed, unlike earlier when it was strained with an emotion that he couldn’t quite pick out. You always looked beautiful to him, he loved everything about you. The scars on your face and body only showing how brave you were, how hard you fought to keep yourself alive through this whole apocalypse. The way your lips were parted, letting out soft breaths of air. Those same lips are the ones that kissed over his skin in the morning, the ones he loved to kiss with every emotion he could muster up.

He walked over to his side of the bed, carefully climbing under the covers to not wake you. He draped an arm over your waist. He looked at the mirror in front of you, noticing your eyes were open and you sighed. Turning over to face him, your eyes closed and acting like you were asleep.

He frowned at your stubbornness, you were a strong person. He knew that, but there was something clearly bothering you, something you wouldn’t speak out loud. He had never seen you like this before, he didn’t know what to do.

He looked down at your “sleeping” face, trailing down your body. You looked beautiful, always, even in your sleep. Your hair spread out around you and your face was lit up by the light of the moon, highlighting the small features only he knew of. He sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek softly.

“Daryl?” You whispered, your eyes still shut as you grabbed his hand.

His heart skipped a beat hearing you whisper his name in that soft voice he loved to hear. “What’s wrong?” He whispered back, looking over your face and admiring the way the moonlight fell across your face.

You turned your head back towards the mirror, quickly looking away once you saw yourself. “Why’d you take the blanket off?”

He watched you shyly look away from your reflection, his brows furrowing in confusion on why you didn’t want to see yourself. It wasn’t like you and it worried him.

“I wanted to see you,” he whispered, stroking your hair gently. His voice was soft, looking you over again with all the love he gathered up for you over your time being together.

“You can see me like this… Why did you have to take the blanket off?” You whispered back meekly.

“Because I wanted to,” he sighed, “I wanted to see all of ya. Front and back.” He simply replied, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. “Look at me.” He said softly, but firm.

He gently took your face in his hand, making you look into his eyes. He wanted to take care of you, reassure you that everything would be alright, that everything is alright.

Your eyes looked back at him, a sort of sadness in them as they went glossy with an ocean of blue emotions. He noticed. He didn’t understand why you were so upset, he knew you to be the strongest and most independent person he knew. Yet here you were, laying in his arms looking as fragile as a piece of glass.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he gently urged you. He just wanted to see you smile, to see you happy, and the fact that he couldn’t was eating him up inside. He knew something was bothering you, but you wouldn’t tell him what it was. You felt his arms tighten around you, bringing you closer, it was all he ever wanted everyday. To feel you beside him at every second of every day.

You sighed softly, biting your tongue to stop yourself from speaking. Your eyes darted around the room nervously, looking at anything but him. He dragged you to look towards him once again, nodding softly to you. “Daryl… what if you don’t find me attractive anymore?” Your voice was barely over a whisper.

“What do ya mean?” he asked quietly, his tone slightly confused. “I love you, of course I find ya attractive.” His grip tightened on you.

You just sighed, averting your gaze from his eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I mean it.” He said firmly while pushing your hair back gently, leaning forward and pressing his face into your neck. His lips lightly grazing over your jaw and neck, his stubble tickling you slightly while he breathed deeply. Your scent making his head spin, kissing your neck gently before pulling back to look in your eyes. “(Y/N), I love you. I always will, and I’ll always find you attractive.”

His words were soft but firm, and true. There was no doubt in the back of his mind about anything he was saying, he meant every word he said to you.

“But Mimi—” You bit your lip and watched as Daryl realized what this whole thing was about.

He took a deep breath, “Mimi.” He repeated, sighing gently as he understood what this was all about. “(Y/N)… She’s not here, she’s not… you. You’ll always been the one that I want. Always.” His hands trailed up your arms and onto your face, cupping your cheeks as he looked deeply into your eyes, desperately trying to make you hear him.

You could only look up at him, your lip quivering. “She’s beautiful Dar…”

“(Y/N)…” Daryl whispered, kissing you softly on the lips. His hands rubbed circles onto your back, kissing any exposed skin he could find, starting at your temple. “I love you, I want you… only you.”

You pushed him away before he kissed your lips once again, shying away. His face flickered with slight confusion, “Hun.” He whispered, taking your hands in his and kissing every knuckle. “Why can’t you see yourself like I do?” His tone was questioning, not quite grasping the idea of your insecurities.

“Can’t you see?” You whispered sadly, refusing to turn around and see yourself in the mirror. Daryl sighed once again, pulling you towards him and into his chest, caressing the back of your head with his thumb.

“Look at me, please.” There was concern in his voice as he spoke. He couldn’t bear to see you in pain like this, he wanted you back the way you used to be, he wanted you happy. His hand on your head moved down slowly to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You sighed shakily, tears pooling into your eyes. “Mimi… she’s perfect for you. She’s your type while I’m the complete opposite….. I’m not enough for you.” Your voice cracked, sniffling.

Daryl felt his heart break hearing you speak. He didn’t want to seem upset, not when you were already in tears. He had to be strong for the both of you, but it was so hard seeing the love of his life break down in tears because they saw themselves less than.

“You know that’s not true… I don’ have a stupid type, not that I want jus’ anyone.” He whispered, scratching your scalp comfortingly, “I want you, my angel. My beautiful angel.” His words were a soft whisper, filled with the utmost admiration he had for you and kissed you softly. “I want only you. Not Mimi, not some other person. You. You’re perfect for me.”

You cried, shaking your head as you just couldn’t accept the words he was saying to you. You only thought of her and how beautiful she was, how she was the angel, not you. You hated crying, especially in front of him. “I’m so… so ugly Daryl you don’t understand.”

He shook his head firmly, “no. We both know that isn’t true. Listen to me, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.” His voice was pained, hating to see you in this way. He hoped he sounded sincere enough, not wanting you to suffer anymore. “Hey. Yer beautiful. You. Not Mimi, she’s not here, she doesn’ exist to me like that. You do, right in front of me, gorgeous as ever. Your hair, your eyes… I love everything about you. You’re my everything y’know that?”

“Mimi…” you whispered, thinking of all the times she’s made him laugh. Why didn’t he laugh that much around me? Why doesn’t he smile that often? Despite everything she’s made you feel you just can’t bring yourself to hate her, she really was perfect. She wasn’t mean, condescending, she was… better.

“(Y/N) stop it.” He begged desperately, his heart sinking while he watched you spiral. “Why are you still thinkin’ about her? Yer more important to me than her, in every way. Yer not jus’ beautiful, yer the most kind, funny, and intelligent person I know. Hell, you’ve saved my ass so many times just by yer quick thinking. I think about ya all the time, and I hate to admit but I find myself getting distracted by the thought of ya when I’m out, I smile because of you. Yer special, and you should know that, (Y/N).” He pulled you close, trying to make his voice as comforting as he can.

“What if you fall out of love? What if your eyes land on someone better, someone prettier?” You sighed exasperatedly, you didn’t know who you were trying to convince at this point. You were probably annoying him, something Mimi probably never did.

But he remained patient, rubbing your back. “Stop. I will never love anyone else but you. If someone prettier was righ’ here and I could be with ‘em, I’d still choose ya. Every single time, because there’s no one better, or prettier than you. You’ll always be that person for me, every time. Yer my everythin’. Don’ let anyone try an’ tell ya otherwise, no one in this world will ever be better than ya. Yer my only love, the only person I want, forever.” He whispered, cradling you in his arms as he rocked you back and forth slowly, kissing the top of your head.

Hot tears streamed down your face while looking up at him. He frowned, wiping your tears away while looking directly into your eyes. There was a love in his eyes that only you could see and feel, something no one else could see from him.

He held you close for a few minutes, cradling your face and caressing your hair gently, working through the knots like it was his favourite thing to do.

“(Y/N), I want you to believe me when I say yer perfect. I don’ care if ya think Mimi is the prettiest person in the world, I believe in my gut that that title falls to you. Yer everything I could ever ask for and always will be.” He proclaimed softly, kissing your hair and leaving his lips there for a few moments.

“Dar…” You whispered, crying into his chest as he finally got to you. Soaking up every emotion he expressed to you, the words sinking into your brain.

“It’s okay, I got ya.. ‘m righ’ here…” He whispered, shushing you gently while rocking you. Daryl kissed the top of your head, continuing to shush you. He’d never seen you this broken before and it killed him, he hoped he would never have to see you like this again, he only wanted to see joy emitting from you from now on. “I know ‘m not the best comforter but ‘m here, and ‘m not leavin’.”

“I’m sorry…” Your voice cracked, sounding fragile as you hid your face in his chest. He sighed, shaking his head and placing his chin on your head.

Daryl thought about how hard you were being on yourself, and how sad he was to witness this happen. “There’s no need to be sorry. Ya don’ have to put yerself down, or compare yourself to anyone. You’re you, (Y/N). I love you and that’s all that matters to me.” His tone was affectionate, coming straight from his heart. He wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe and loved.

You cried again, still doubting yourself in the back of your mind as he kissed your forehead.

“Ya know yer more than enough for me, I love you and nothing is gonna change that. There’s no one in this world that comes anywhere close to how amazing ya are.” His voice was firm, taking your hands in his and intertwining your fingers with his, “yer just perfect. Perfect.” If he could he would move mountains to make you believe him. You were his entire world, his entire will to live and he wanted you to know that.

Your entire body shuddered while you placed your head on the pillow beneath you, breathing shakily with tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he opened his mouth to speak again,

“Tell me the truth. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt that I love ya? Have I made it seem like this relationship meant nothing to me?” His voice was shaky, hoping he didn’t cause all this.

“Have I ever made you feel unloved?” His voice cracked slightly, eyes watering and his heart aching when he looked down at you. He wanted to fix this, he wanted to make you feel better again. He ran his fingers through your hair again, hoping to soothe you into feeling happier. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry again.

You thought about his questions for a moment. Thinking back to all those times you met up with him while Mimi was present. You never noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw you, how he smiled more with you around, and how he could be more open with you around. He was never looking at Mimi, in fact when they were alone all he could think of was you. He never cared for her like that, all he could do was notice you when you were around. He noticed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it got in your face, he noticed the way you bit your finger whenever you got frustrated, he noticed the way your eyes twinkled when you watched him from afar. When Mimi walked by everyone's head turned to watch her, not Daryl's. No his head turned to watch you. Your smile was the best thing he saw, not hers. His heart swelled with love at the sight of your smile, wanting to do his best to preserve it. The best part of his day was coming home to you, not being with Mimi. Even in the past whenever other people would try and flirt with him, he would only look for you. He did everything for you, caring for you, providing for you, loving you.

He always had his eye on you, even when you thought Mimi was perfect. It was always you, it’s always been you. You were too caught up in watching Mimi that you never noticed him and the way he looked at you. He saw you.

He placed his hand on the small of your back, gliding it up gently to your chin and tilting your face up at him. Your silence tore at his heart in ways he never knew it could. He just wanted you to feel loved by him and the silence scared him, thinking it confirmed his worst fears.

“Have I ever made you feel loved..?” His voice quivered, hoping that wasn’t the case. His eyes were wet and desperate.

“Of course you did… I just.” You looked down again, your voice betraying you in the moment. Silently crying.

“There has never been a time where I doubted this relationship. You love me and I love you, there is no one I’d rather be with. My relationship with ya is like my lifeline and it would kill me to fuck this up, I hope ya know yer my world and ya always will be.” Daryl’s eyes were sad and his voice was choked up. He grabbed your waist to bring you closer, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Yer the love of my life. I want you and only you. I could never love anyone else,” he sighed shakily as he pulled you into his chest. His tone was full of love and so soft and sweet, he wanted you to know he wasn’t mad. He just wanted you to know you meant the world to him.

You choked up again, wrapping your arms around his neck and softly sobbing into him. He immediately reciprocated the hug, the warmness of your body bringing comfort to him. He could only hope his did the same for you. What could I have done to hurt them like this? He wondered hopelessly.

“Baby,” he caressed your hair, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I love ya, I love you so much hun. You’ll always be the love of my life, in every universe I’ll be there for ya.” His anxiety flared up when you pulled back again, looking into his eyes.

“Let me look at you when you say that,” you whispered softly.

He smiled, his voice as gentle as it could be. Filled with love, with affection and with everything else that she taught him in these last few months. You really did mean everything to him and he needed you to know that, every word he said and thought was true.

”I love you,” he whispered. “You make me feel loved, like no one else… and y’know every time I see ya, my heart jumps out of my chest and I have to mentally prepare myself in case ya can hear my heart beating too loud.” He chuckled quietly, placing a kiss on your nose. “I love you, (Y/N). Always.”

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss. Daryl was filled with joy, the sweetest tooth-rotting kind. Your lips meeting his in a long tender kiss, feeling his heart and soul stir as his arms wrapped around you tight. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and running his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

Once you pulled away you chuckled under your breath, sniffling before nestling your face into the crook of his neck. Your soft breathing tickling his skin, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed contently and pulled you closer in a tight, warm embrace. You could feel him shake his head, kissing your forehead gently, not saying another word. That kiss told you everything you needed to know, even without words. He never wanted you to doubt his love for you, ever. He would spend his whole life trying to convince you if he had to. He always wanted you to be certain that you were the only one for him. Because that’s how he truly felt. You were his entire world.

He held you the entire night, in his arms. Whispering sweet nothing into your ear as he caressed your hair, coaxing you to sleep. Occasionally kissing your head. His touch was tender, gentle, and loving. He wanted to make you feel safe and most importantly, loved. You were the most special person to him. He slowly rocked you in his arms, humming softly until you finally drifted off to sleep, he wanted to be the only one to comfort you.

He loved you with all his heart and he would do absolutely anything for you.

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adaelines · 11 months

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price relationship hcs!

sorry for nothing longer, I've felt bad pain wise lately but I replayed mw on veteran and still spent the entire time staring at him ♡

warnings: gn reader, smut below the warning, price adores you so much!!!, he calls you a bitch but its during sex and affectionate, brat tamer price, spanking, collaring

-first proper date, following most likely months of flirting whenever possible and the biggest crush known to man, would be at the local pub. some place you can both call yourselves regular at in the near future, that he hopes you can have regular date nights at when hes home with you, with a pint of whatever on draft and a selection of pub classics. steak and ale pie, fish and chips, lasagne… he doesn't care what you order, he wants you to enjoy yourself and happily pays for it all

-he's a heater. whether it's at home cuddled in bed, on the sofa whilst you watch TV together, or anything that required close proximity, this man is so warm it practically radiates off of him. means he gives the absolute best hugs, usually reserved only for you, and is the absolute best to share a bed with at night. sleeping with this man is so comfortable, always at least one arm wrapped around you tight, he loves to be as close as physically possible

-LOVES anything domestic with you. could be standing next to each other in the bathroom, brushing your teeth whilst he takes care of his beard, showering together with nothing sexual, just intimate time together. it's his absolute favourite, nothing means more to him than being able to do this sort of stuff with you! learns your routine pretty quick and is over the moon when you start doing yours with him! spends a fair amount on his beard oils, it reminds him of home after having no time to take care of himself past the basics on deployment, will happily buy you expensive self care items too! swears he's not a sugar daddy, just loves spoiling you!

-the BEST gossip partner. not just gossip, he'll listen to you talk about your day for hours, sit next to him and let him braid your hair, or simply play with it if it's short, and tell him everything. he'll respond with little hums, "'s that so, love?", or laugh along. but he is listening, asks questions regularly, he's just quiet because he loves memorising your voice for when he's away

-has a locket with a picture of you that he wears all the time, especially when he's on duty. he's careful, wouldn't want it getting into the wrong hands, but knowing he has something of you, has your photo with him, gets him through the hardest of missions. spends nights looking at it, reminds him that beneath everything he's human with someone waiting for him at home, that he needs to get back to you. it's always beneath clothing, most don't even know it exists, but it's the most important thing to him whilst he's away

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-god. this man. the biggest brat tamer ever. when you get together, after a while of being comfortable and knowing that you're okay with it, sets out rules to follow and any boundaries, anything that's okay or not. stuff like not touching yourself without his permission, always telling him when you're needy, telling him what you're feeling at all times, and always listening to what he tells you. despite all the rules, you're always most important!

-if you're into it, will get you a necklace to wear at all times, like a collar. a pretty simple thing, in silver or gold, that's discreet enough that others wouldn't recognise what it really is. you're expected to wear it all the time, but it's a pretty little chain that means so much you really wouldn't want to take it off anyway.

-he wears a few rings, all simple gold thick bands that look incredible on his hands. loves when you suck on his fingers and pay special attention to them, wrap your lips around him and trail your tongue over the cold band, it'll send him over the edge. loves when they leave marks on you, especially when spanking you.

-speaking of spanking, he absolutely loves it! you're being extra bratty, talking back and moving away from him? you're gonna end up bent over his knee. always listens, knows when to stop, but he's gonna push you to your limit, he's gonna spank you till you cry, till you're sobbing out apologies and promises to be good for him. it's gonna be hard to sit after, the way you're bruised, and his pretty rings are gonna leave welts, deeper marks that'll stay longer.

"this is what you wanted, right? acting like such a brat, lay there and take it."

"pretty little thing… be good, won't you? stop actin' like such a bitch and ill stop treating you like one, sweetheart."

"you always look so good like this. is this why you do it? you like being marked as mine? you can just ask, love, don't have to act out all the time…"

-despite how mean he can be, how brutal, he's very very kind after. praises you for taking it so well, gives you so many kisses, rubs soothing gel anywhere he hit. brushes your hair and runs you a bath. if you're up to it, will go down on you and worship you until it's too much, he adores you and it shows.

-is VERY in tune with what you want and need. rough and brutal, hips slamming into yours, holding you down with one hand whilst the other is in your hair, roughly grabbing it? done. gently holding you close to him, whispering how perfect you are, fingers gently rubbing you, kissing your cheek and neck and absolutely spoiling you? done. he always knows what to do, pays close attention to every tell you have, he knows when to hold you tight or when to hold you down.

-the best at aftercare. does anything you need without complaint, will gently clean you up and hold you so close. he loves you more than life itself, you mean more to him than anything, he can get mean during sex but never means it, you're everything to him.

#spicy #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut #cod #cod x reader #cod smut #captain price x reader #captain price smut #price x reader #price smut #john price x reader #john price smut

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hymn-of-muse · 1 year

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A Sweet Time

a Master Joris x Reader fic, Joris and reader go on a date!

requested by anon!

The sun shone its golden rays through the leaves of trees within the sadida forest. the peaceful day seemed perfect, it was a nice thing especially after things have finally been repaired and grown back after Nox's attack and defeat.

The brotherhood were off about doing their own thing, Princess Amalia had left to join her friends again, saying something about finding Eva who'd been rambling about percedal earlier, so it didnt seem like there would be any disturbances to happen today.

In fact today seemed so nice, it was the perfect day for a picnic. You had everything you needed for it too, a blanket to sit on, a basket of goodies, and you even picked out the best spot in the forest that was neither too shady nor too sunny. The only thing missing now was a person to share lunch with, which of course meant you needed to go searching for Master Joris and get him to join you.

It shouldn't be too hard to find him, last you'd seen him this morning he was talking with the king before Amalia left, so it was possible he was still in the same area.

Normally you would have joined the brotherhood of the tofu on their adventure but this time you wanted to hang back and spend time with Joris, especially now that commotion was starting to die down.

It took a few minutes or so of searching before you let out a huff and crossed your arms. "Joris, where did you disappear to today?" you wondered aloud only to hear a familiar voice speak up nearby.

"Oh, so it's me you're looking about for?" you couldnt see it from under his hood, but with the tone of voice he used when he spoke you could tell he had a playful teasing smile on his face.

"Were you following me?" you asked, raising a brow at him, but a smile creeping its way onto your face. You couldnt be annoyed with him even if you tried.

He responded with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Did you need something?" he questioned, leaning against the same wall his hammer did.

"actually, yes! do you think i could steal you away for a bit?" you felt a little excitement bubble up, getting to spend time with him made you very happy and he could tel.

"of course." he nodded, gesturing for you to lead the way, and off you went, leading Master Joris to the spot where you'd set up the picnic earlier. though you did hope no one had gotten to the basket during the time you were off searching for Joris.

"A picnic?" Joris spoke in a quizzical tone once you had reached your spot, his head slightly tilted in curiousity at the blanket beneath the tree and the -thankfully untouched- basket of food sitting atop it.

"yeah." you hummed in confirmation, padding over to take a seat beneath the shade. "i thought, since its such a nice day, we could have lunch together." you explained, unable to help the mild feel of bashfulness as you spoke.

"i see." he said, taking a seat on the blanket next to you, the basket between the two of you, and setting his hammer aside. "I'll happily join you for lunch then." he nodded, likely a small smile hiding under his hood.

smiling at his answer, you opened the basket between you two and started getting out some of the food you had prepared. "You made all this?" He asked, sounding something like a mix between surprised and impressed as he looked at what you'd brought for your lunch together.

Sandwiches, cookies, a pie and other baked goods, a few bottled beverages and cups, fruit and so on all laid out on the space on the blanket unoccupied by yourselves. You nodded with a short "mhm" of agreement before picking up a sandwich for yourself, stating to him "Help yourself to anything" and taking a bite.

Joris did the same, choosing a sandwich and biting into it. The moment was nice and quiet, just the two of you away from the business of everything and enjoying lunch together.

Or...at least until you heard a rustling from the bushes nearby and Joris was immediately at the ready, weapon in hand and in defense mode.

Out of the bushes popped Az and you let out a giggle, about to tease Joris when another rustle came and out flew Adamai, looking about with a very unpleased expression.

The little dragon stopped his looking about when he noticed the two of you, Az stopping for a rest on the picnic blanket and munching on the bit of food you offered him. "hey, have either of you two seen Yugo?" Adamai asked with a frown.

you hummed in thought as Joris sat back down and shook his head in response. "I think he left with Amalia and Ruel to find Evangelyne, i assumed you'd be with them actually." you stated, giving the young dragon an apologetic look.

Adamai let out a frustrated sigh in defeat, head hanging a bit before he looked at the picnic setting before you and his eyes widened. "Oh! sorry, did we interrupt your date?"

your face quickly heated up a bit at the question but before you could even respond, Joris had already beat you to it with a curt "yes." and with that adamai called for az and took off to continue searching for his brother and their friends.

"...you think of this as a date?" You asked Joris, rather flustered and hoping the light blush that rose to your face was hardly noticeable.

"well isnt it?" he returned the question. "you asked me to join you for lunch, you even prepared all this food, kind of hard not to think of it that way." he chuckled. you couldn't help but smile at him.

"lets go back to enjoying this nice moment together then, shall we?" you nodded at him, happily returning to your lunch.

you were right, it was a perfect day. and you were going to enjoy this sweet time.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Unnamed GN! MC x Mammon Fake Fic

Ship is kind of a side pairing? It's definitely there but it focuses on evenryone

@littlewonderstar

Yes okay this is 3 years late.....

Sequel to Chapter 7 - Love Made Me Do it - human childhood friends Au

Okay I wasn't planning a sequel so I need to figure out the timeline first and set up the...story? I dunno, hang on;

Ages by the time all the brothers are permanently living in the 'House of Lamentation';

Lucifer - 29 Mammon & MC - 27 Levi - 26 Asmo - 25 Beel & Belphie - 22 Lilith - 21 Satan - 18

This is also gonna focus on the entire family more than just on mc x mammon

After he turns 18, Mammon lives with Lucifer at his apartment and though they are constantly arguing it's not that bad? If anything it reminds them both of when they were younger before the others came along.

They're both constantly visiting their younger siblings at their foster home and Mammon is still constantly running around causing trouble with MC (this is way before they get their shit together and figure out they're dating).

MC takes a gap year before starting college and Mammon opts out of it altogether, despite Lucifer's insistent screaming, because the structure and process of school was hard enough goddamnit! They both do lots of small, part time jobs during the year (with scams peppered in). By the end of the yr Levi has turned 18 and moves in with Mammon (19) & Lucifer (21).

MC (19) leaves for college and Lucifer has to practically tear Mammon away from them. Mammon mopes around the house for a while after that despite constantly calling and face-timing MC and even Lucifer feels bad enough that he stops nagging Mammon to find a real job (for a week) and moves on to nagging Levi instead.

Asmo moves in by the end of the year when he turns 18 (and by now this little two bedroom apartment has 4 residents) but leaves almost immediately to uni to study to be a fashion designer

Mammon and MC rent out a small shitty one bedroom mattress-on-the-floor-those-stains-on-the-floor-look-suspiciously-like-blood apartment. MC goes to college to become a professional photographer and when their assignments call for it they use Mammon as a muse/model. while Mammon's juggling many part time jobs, this is the foot in the door he needs to start getting small professional modelling gigs that slower grow bigger and more frequent until its earning him a more or less steady income.

Levi helps some online friend with a software issue and this spirals towards him doing software/hardware repair from the apartment he shares with Lucifer (who obviously works for Diavolo - like in the human realm in canon, Diavolo owns a series of popular hotels and Lucifer is in charge of the first/biggest/main one).

Beel goes to college with a sports scholarship while still debating what to do (his ideal dream would be one of those jobs on the food network where you travel around the world eating food but he also doesn't want to be away from his family for too long, specially Belphie). He ends up, through college football, falling into sports physiotherapy and he comes back to Lucifer's every weekend.

Belphie takes a three year break before deciding what to do - mostly he just sleeps during the break & if anyone asks his life plan is to become someone's sugar baby. He does eventually end up going to college for astronomy. He sleeps through all his classes but graduates top of the class. He ends up working as an astronomer but his end goal is to retire as soon as possible and sell feet pics on the internet.

Lilith majors in herpetology with a focus in snakes, she does a minor in women's studies. She ends up in a love triangle in college - dates a guy - breaks up with him after a huge fight but they still hold a candle for each other - he starts dating a girl - Lilith accidentally seduces said girl by showing off her pet snake and buying her a slice of apple pie from a very popular/expensive/exclusive cafe called The Garden which is almost impossible to get into (Luckily her eldest brother's childhood friend/ex/current close friend is the head baker). At this point everyone likes each other but Lilith's never seen her ex's new girlfriend or her current crush's boyfriend and so on and so on. But when her ex gets badly sick & hospitalised Lilith ends up deciding to go visit him and bring a whole apple pie (his favourite) from the cafe. Of course she then meets his girlfriend/her current crush and lots of things are cleared up. When he gets better they all end up sitting down and talking and eventually over time they end up in a relationship together. Lilith does occasionally live with her brothers during college but afterwards the three of them move in together away from the city to a quaint little cottage with a lovely garden (the boyfriend is also dating some guy named Steve but he doesn't live with them). At some point in the future the girlfriend has two kids and I'm sure they live long, happy lives and nothing bad happens. Lilith runs a reptile rescue (specialising in snakes) and jokingly calls them her demon children.

Satan's that person who changes his major at least 5 times - usually depending on what the person in the book he's reading does. In the end he majors in library science and becomes a librarian.

That's the overall setup and what happens to them.

At a point where Lucifer's making the most money he can and none of the others (except Levi) are living with him but are in and out of the (now larger) apartment in groups of twos and threes, he ends up buying a very old very run down mansion where a family of 7 & their servant once lived and died after they were murdered (with only one survivor).

He says none of this to the others. He doesn't even tell them he's buying a house until he does so. During their next family only dinner (MC included because they were part of the family long before they got together with Mammon) Lucifer tells them all he bought a mansion with a large garden, and that any of them that wishes to live there can - free of charge as long as they're willing to split up the food and electricity bills. But that it's a bit rundown and that he wants their help to renovate it. Everyone is of course very excited.

Which leads to them (- lilith who had prior commitments & lives the furthest from everyone), on the next weekend, standing outside the most definitely haunted house they've ever seen. The trees in the front are bare of any leaves and blackened as if burned. Crows litter the branches staring down at them with beady eyes, cawing. It's early morning but the whole area is dark and bats circle the top of the house. The gate is a tall spindly thing that creaks in the wind. There's no other house anywhere close to it and they had to travel down a long narrow twisting road, surrounded on either side by a dense forest of tall thin trees, covered in mist to get to the house. The forest circles the house and the large back garden, now overgrown and full of weeds, almost blends in with the forest.

The eight of them stand in a row in front of the house, 7 of them wearing looks of horror while Lucifer smiles serenely.

"What the fuck" someone quiety mutters though none of them can tell which one it was

Lucifer then proceeds to tell them, quiet happily, the story behind the house before picking up a large box of tools and going inside. The others slowly shuffle after him until it's just Mammon & MC standing there.

Mammon, horrified but also strangely resigned: we're going to die here aren't we

MC, deciding there's nothing to do for it so they might as well roll with the punches, cheerful: Nope. You're going to die here. I'm going to get framed for murder and *then* killed via staged suicide

They pick up their box and move towards the house. Mammon scrambles after them.

This could have two endings.

One is they renovate everything. Bit by bit for one reason or another everyone (minus lilith) trickles back in and end up living in the house. They have family dinners with Lilith and all the in-laws (MC, Diavolo, Simeon who's technically an ex but everyone loves him so he still comes over, Solomon who's in an open relationship with Asmo, Lilith's partners, Luke because he's Simeon's kid AND everyone decided that means he's their kid too/their little brother) at least once or twice a month. They do have family and friend dinners once a month. At the family dinners Lilith's boyfriend/husband gravitates towards the other in-laws after realising how batshit crazy Lilith's family is only to then slowly realise 'no everyone's a freak here'. This ending comes slowly, it is not so much an ending as it is us no longer following their story as they continue through the ups and downs of life.

The second ending is this:

All that happens in the first ending still happens here, but there's also more to it all. And so we retrace our steps a bit;

The eight work together, sometimes joined by Lilith and the other dateables & undateables to renovate the entire house. They accidentally break through the floor and find a catacomb/labyrinth. the wind moves through it in such a way it sounds like howls of many creatures. They also find a crypt down there with an old book chained to it. Having watched Evil Dead they quickly make their way upstairs and seal up the hole.

MC's room has a whole ass tree in it and they refuse to let anyone chop it down.

Levi's has a wide stone closet built into the wall itself that they turn into a huge tank for Henry 2.0

Lucifer's deadass has a skeleton locked in a cage in it.

Mammon, immediately doing a U-turn and marching out of the room: MOTHERFUCKIN FUCK FUCK I'M OUT

MC, already follwing after him: I'll get him back don't worry

Levi, from behind the door - refusing to come inside: I-is it real?

Lucifer, already marching towards it: doesn't matter we'll be taking it down either way

In the end, they don't take it down. Mammon, Levi & Asmo refuse to touch it. Satan refuses to help Lucifer on his own room. Belphie can't be bothered to. Lucifer & MC are running around supervising and there's always something more urgent that comes up that takes it off their mind. Lilith thinks it gives the room character & forbids Beel from taking it down unless Lucifer expressly asks him to. Lucifer forgets & by the time he remembers the skeleton (now dubbed Roger) has become a fixture.

MC swears they can hear a voice calling from the attic, asking to be let out, each time they go to sleep at night - though of course no one's up there.

There's a dark reddish brown mark at the bottom of the staircase, just a little away from the front doors that none of them can get rid of no matter what they do

The house is probably haunted (or there's a gas leak no one's identified yet) but they learn to live with it, the way humans eventually learn to live with everything.

Beel goes to get a snack in the middle of the night and the fridge is always full of empty containers covered in a writing that blurs in front of his eyes. He cleans it out, closes the fridge, pats its door fondly and thanks it, taking whatever is needed to make a sandwich. He knows when he checks tomorrow that no containers will be left on the countertop and will easily dismiss it as the imaginings of a half wake, hungry mind.

No matter how much they clean out and empty the attic, someone keeps pilling blankets and pillows there until Belphie says fuck it and makes it his main napping spot

Lucifer's pens keep rearranging, Satan's bookmarks keep moving between pages, someone keeps going through Levi's stuff, Asmo's products run out faster, Mammon's room gets messy even if he cleaned it and then spent the rest of his time in MC's room, MC finds photos with the brothers they can never remember taking. Lilith's room (which she uses whenever she visits) is the only that always remains untouched.

But these things happen sporadically enough that they can just live with it and anyway all of them aren't living there (yet).

Lucifer, Levi & Asmo are the permanent residents along with Lucifer's three new dogs.

Mammon finally earns enough to buy the car he's always wanted but he doesn’t want to keep it at their apartment building so he ends up moving it to the garage in Lucifer's house, which means he & MC end up moving there (they mostly share a room at night despite having two separate rooms)

Beel wanted to move back with his family and so Belphie was pulled along.

Satan swore up and down that he was only moving here becaue of the large home library and truly nothing else.

Lilith continues to live at her own place with her partners.

The part of the first ending happens here. We once again stop following their story as they continue to live their lives.

And then we take a step. Through a door that wasn't there before, held open by a creature as old as time playing the part of a butler for a prince. We take a step over the threshold and across the universe.

To another house much like the one we left and yet - and yet - much different.

Where a family - loud and bright - lives - as they should - loudly and brightly.

Where an eldest, always working, ever busy, doesn't take care for how he arranges his pens as long as they're always on hand.

Where a second, always running, ever in a hurry, doesn't bother where his clothes land when taken off.

Where a third, serves as a general in world that has long since removed itself from the choking, tearing, searing hold of War and is now free to do with his time whatever he wills with no job to distract him from his real interests

Where a fourth who can live his entire life without needing sleep uses a bit of that time to read through books at a pace too rapid for a human to ever keep up with

Where a fifth will shed of his human skin every couple months to moisturise and groom his true body, so much larger than a human's would ever be

Where a sixth's ravenous impossible appetite empties whatever is lain in front of him

Where a seventh has made a home in what once was a cage

Where a human never stops trying to capture every moment of this new fantastical world

Where a sister's room remains closed and forever unused.

Where the pure magic in the air is strong enough that sometimes things just...bleed through the fabric of the universe

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thefantasticreader · 10 months

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Dating Dean Winchester Would Include

>Loves to watch movies with you

>Kisses you a lot, on the temple, cheeks, lips, forehead, etc

>Always touching you, wether it be his hand on your thighs, arm around your neck, hands on your waist or just holding your hand

>Scared to loose you so he's super protective

>If a boy or another man even looks at you he will shoot them the rudest more obvious stare ever

>He has really bad nightmares so he loves to just hold you close to him afterwards

>Thinks you will leave him because you can't have a normal apple pie life

>If you can bake he will always ask you to make him pies, his favorite is cherry pie

>Will make you listen to classic rock over and over again

>Loves to rant to you about little things he likes or finds cute

>Loves to grab your a$$ for no reason

>Will cook dinner for you both even if you told him not to

>Loves to watch movies with you and cuddle

>Even if you hate horror films this man makes sure to get them into date night some how

>Will call you sweetheart until you guys get super serious in your relationship

>He always wants you to sit on his lap because he loves to hold you close to him

>If you get hurt on a hunt this man will either be directly by your side or killing whatever hurt you there's no in between

>Be expected to find love notes or cute notes around the bunker or in your car daily because he loves to leave them around for you to find

>Will share his pie but don't just assume you get the last bite, it's his to begin with he will be a little reluctant about sharing

>Love language is touch so he loves to be beside you and hold onto you

>Will do anything to make sure your happy and safe

>Will take you for late night rides in baby

>He is super scared to loose you on a hunt so he most often is right beside you the entire time and if he's not your staying at the bunker or in the motel, sorry

>Massages or late night Sex

>He's always gonna be the big spoon or on top during sex there's no discussion about it

>He loves Taylor swift music but denies it every time you bring it up

>Never gets violent with you but will regret if he yells at you later

>You and him will always be wearing matching halloween costumes and sharing pizza while watching horror films in his room

>This man will prank you in every chance he gets so be careful

>Will not talk about his emotions even if you know something is wrong because he hates to

>Loves to snuggle you

>Never forgets your birthday or Christmas and tries to make it fun for you even if its hard

>Loves to be around you

>Cas sometimes just pops up so be aware he might pop in at random times

>Talks to Cas about everything because Cas is his best friend

#dean winchester #dean x reader

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antihibikase2 · 6 months

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Burn Heal : Chapter 2

Burning Jealousy : The user attacks with energy from jealousy. This leaves all opposing Pokémon that have had their stats boosted during the turn with a burn.

"Um, Cheren? You're in a daze. Did you eat breakfast?"

Did he eat breakfast?

I did, didn't I?

What did he eat for breakfast?

Auntie Harper- he spent that morning at the Blackburns, she made them all pancakes on the day they were setting out for their journey.

She even packed them leftovers. Yes, he remembered that much. He even shared them with his starter Oshawott-

No, that was his breakfast two years ago.

What did he have today, then?

Coffee?

Auntie Marianne- Tita Marianne, rather, had introduced him to a brand of instant coffee, one that was popular in Hoenn- she claimed to only find it in shops that specialized in imported goods.

When did I start drinking coffee? A year ago?

And takeout- yes, he had coffee at Aspertia, then he and Nate shared takeout from Virbank City as they boarded the ship to Castelia.

Rosa let him take a bite out of her peach mango pie- the filling slightly burned his tongue and stained the rounded collar of his white blouse with a faint yellow.

And Hugh- Hugh had shared half his clubhouse sandwich with him. He could still taste the egg.

It wasn't that long ago.

More paint chips off the plastic toy in his pocket- the clicking noises it makes becomes louder as he rotates its body back and forth.

Back and forth.

The past and the future.

The past and the present.

Then and now.

"Cheren?"

"I ate," He finally replies- anything to get the phantom off his back.

He could only imagine the face it makes in response to his voice, but he chooses not to entertain the hallucination further.

Unfortunately, the phantom that carried his beloved friend's voice and face was stubborn; it continued to hover over him, looming like a shadow, and Cheren found himself digging his claws into his flesh, desperately finding an escape-

"We're here!"

Bianca's voice- deeper than he remembered it, not as shrill as it was when they were little, rings in his ears.

He gasps for air as he feels the seatbelt off of him.

The phantom that had taken its place beside him hesitantly leaves his side- its arm is grabbed by Hilda, who pulls it away for what sounded like a scolding.

He doesn't remember climbing into the van. The last thing he remembered was boarding the ship to Castelia.

"Big bro?"

The clouds blurring his vision part for just a moment- he looks up from his lap, seeing Nate slightly hunched as he offers a hand out to him.

Warm brown eyes.

Dark brown hair.

An earnest smile.

He was the splitting image of Hilbert, but he was nothing like the phantom, he was different enough; different from the passage of time perhaps, different but familiar, familiar and real, he was-

"Hil-"

He stops himself.

The ice encased around his heart tightens, as if sending him a warning.

"Hilbert this! Hilbert that! Dragons, what's so good about that guy anyway?!"

For a moment, something crosses Nate's features- but he blinks back whatever it was, smiling even brighter at his mentor, just like a liar.

Of course he's a little liar. He learned from the best, didn't he?

"'s just me, big bro!" A twinge of bitterness hidden underneath that carefree grin, like biting into a chocolate bar. "Come on, we don't want to be late!"

Late.

They were going to be late.

He looks at his wrist, at the displayed time of his Xtransceiver, the time atop his unchanged wallpaper, and the date underneath it-

A cold mid-November day.

The last days of autumn.

Winter was coming.

Hilbert disappeared that winter two years ago.

The loneliness of that fateful winter day, followed by four seasons he could barely remember; a blessed spring and summer follows, only to be greeted by the melancholic fall-

He met Nate two springs later; Hilbert would have turned seventeen last spring.

Seventeen- two years older from when they set out on their journey. Two years older from when he had last seen him. Two years-

"Big bro,"

This time, the slight tingle of static dances in his skin, and he realizes Nate had taken hold of one his hands, dead and cold to the touch.

"Let's- let's get out of here first, okay? You must be feeling lightheaded. You don't like cramped spaces."

I don't?

"I don't."

Why?

He doesn't get to ponder for long.

Nate helps him climb out of the van, to be greeted by the blinding lights of Nimbasa City, and the imposing silhouette of Gear Station standing before them.

#bw/bw2 rewrite #burn heal #fic #surrealism cw #dissociation tw #kuroshipping

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bard-llama · 1 year

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WiP Wednesday: The Seduction of the Innocent

Okay, firstly, this entire idea is really the brainchild of myself and steveelotaku and we’ve had fun coming up with stuff for it. The title is his suggestion - based on that crackpot book written about Batman and Robin being gay and corrupting the youth of America. It’s PERFECT for a fic that is all about Zuko writing a comic strip to help support his thesis as he goes to Ba Sing Se University lol

Premise: Zuko needs a hobby to keep himself occupied during the idle times of teaserving/vigilantism - and ends up writing. His new BFF Jin also suggests that he apply for Ba Sing Se University when his history of researching the Avatar and their cultures comes out. So Zuko ends up writing a thesis that studying ancient/declining cultures (Air Nomads and the Water Tribes) is worthwhile in the world today (bc the Water Tribes still exist and there’s 1 living Air Nomad). To help make his point/spread knowledge about the different cultures, he and Jin end up creating a comic series about The Adventures of the Blue Spirit and the Avatar (and co). Through the hijinks of the Blue Spirit and the Avatar traveling around the world (remember, there’s no war in Ba Sing Se), they fight crime and evildoers and teach each other about their cultures.

So, right now I’m thinking this is actually 2 fics: a prequel and a sequel. The prequel will be all about establishing Zuko going to Uni and creating the comic and some of its effects (it’s REALLY popular with kids!). The sequel is when the Gaang (Zuko coined the name) finds out about the comics and read them - and then Aang, who KNOWS who the Blue Spirit is, goes looking for the author to confront them. He suspects it’s Zuko, but he doesn’t actually BELIEVE that it’s really Zuko. After all, how could ZUKO get into Ba Sing Se and why would he write comics explaining how the Air Nomads believed in peace?

(For those that dislike shipping in atla, the sequel will have some Zuko/Aang, but probably T-rated teens dating. Not wholly sure yet, but I think the whole series will be T)

So far, I have a few random scenes written, so I’ll share some snippets here, but also, I HAVE to tell you about what steveelotaku came up with for the comic!!!

The Comics

So like I said, the premise of the comics is: the adventures the Gaang + the Blue Spirit get up to, while fighting off their standard array of villains. (Credit for these goes to steveelotaku, who is incredible and came up with GREAT villains!)

The Big Bad: Fire Lord Ozai

But, I hear you say, there’s no war in Ba Sing Se! So how-? Well, the answer is - Zuko REALLY wanted to draw his dad receiving a pie to the face (look, he’s upset about the whole traitor thing and he needs an outlet) from Aang, so he invented a silly Silver Age Comics campy reason for why the Fire Lord hates the Avatar: the Avatar blew storm clouds over his parade and RUINED his hair! (Ozai hates getting wet 😂)

Other Recurring Villains:

Sparkler, the Princess of Pyromania: Fire-themed villain with a mysterious connection to the Blue Spirit and a grudge against them

The Koan: Basically Buddhist Riddler. "What is the sound of one hand picking your pocket?" "If a building blows up, and no one is around to see it, did I commit a crime?"

The Cabbage Merchant of Death: Literally just the cabbage merchant, but breeding his cabbages to attack humanity as vengeance for overturning his cart. (The Cabbage Merchant actually loves the comics and his portrayal. Someone recognized his plight! So he taped one of the panels to his cart.)

The Tapestry: Literally a guy dressed in a tapestry who makes horrible weaving jokes and uses sharp threads. "Knit one, purl-oin two gold bars!"

The Ember Island Jester: The only actor to be fired from the Ember Island Players, because his jokes were terrible. His crimes are all theater-themed and he wears a comedy mask. "Four nations, all alike in dignity, all ripe for the plundering!" "It's curtains for you, Blue Spirit! -drops a heavy curtain on him-"

The Nightingale: Basically the Penguin, but with an army of robot nightingales, like in the old Chinese fable about the Emperor who forgot how a nightingale had brought him joy when a mechanical one is given to him, only for it to save him later. Only this time, the Nightingale is some minor noble who got fired and now keeps pestering Ozai with his robot nightingales and Ozai has to call for the Blue Spirit, much to his frustration. "The Nightingale sings the song of your doom!" Aang: "How does that go?" "Uh...doom! DOOM DOOM DOOM! DOOM doom DOOOOOM!"

Okay, so those are our Villains. Now what about our heroes? Remember, the Gaang is being written by Zuko - who may do lots and lots of research and maybe has stalked them on occasion, but still doesn’t really KNOW them.

The Blue Spirit - Zuko goes in hard on the tropes, so the Blue Spirit is totally the broody badboy. He has a secret identity that no one knows. Also, he tells tea jokes and makes tea puns. Iroh is very proud.

Aang, The Avatar - Aang is the epitome of “peace, love, and happiness make the world go round” (real Aang finds this hilarious) but he’s also an incurable prankster

Toph, The Avatar’s Earthbending Teacher - Toph is the buffest, littlest character there is and it is unclear whether she beats villains with her bending or her fists or if the two are one and the same.

Katara, The Avatar’s Waterbending Teacher - Katara is the scariest motherfucker on the team and Zuko stands by that. She has some of the corny “hope” lines, complementing Aang, but mostly, it’s her determination that makes her scary. When she decides something, it happens. (Zuko might be projecting a bit, but he’s not wrong.)

Sokka, The Avatar’s Jester/Strategist - Sokka is the straight forward comic relief and is a walking joke, but he does tend to suggest the plans that work... they’re just very, very ridiculous, in line with Silver Age comics ridiculousness.

And some choice lines by steveelotaku:

"Holy cumulus, Blue Spirit! The Fire Nation's set fire to the tea tree grove!" "The fiends! It's not enough for them to boil it too long--now they're roasting it to ashes!" "Halt, Blue Spirit! Your pathetic crusade of justice stops here!" "It's that suspicious sous-chef of sabotage, Serial Griller! Fire Lord Ozai's right hand cook!" "That's right, Blue Blunder! And today's special is deep fried masked man with a side of Avatar fries!"

"Blue Spirit! Help!" "By the subtle tang of oolong tea! Avatar, you're turning into a were-bison!" Not a trick! Not an imaginary story! The Avatar's best friend might just be his doom! Can Aang and the Blue Spirit survive...THE NIGHT OF THE APPA-LLING WERE-BISON?!

AND NOW, THE SECRET ORIGIN OF THE BLUE SPIRIT: A nameless warrior stands on the battlefield in the pouring rain. Another village massacred, the survivors left for dead. He alone had dared to speak against this heinous crime, and for that he was cast out from the only family he had. Hiding within a teahouse, he took with him the one souvenir of that battle he dared to claim--the mask of the Blue Spirit, a warrior who had fought for justice against his cruel oppressors. Now, the warrior takes the mantle for himself--to find redemption, or die trying!

Snippets:

The Beginning

Zuko needed a hobby, was the thing. He was really, really busy in Ba Sing Se, between being a tea server and being the Blue Spirit. But there was a lot of idle time in both roles and Zuko just needed something to keep him occupied. It wasn’t supposed to turn into a big thing.

Only one day, Jin had caught him writing at the teashop and demanded to read it and… look. It was just a lark. It was just a funny little idea that he was toying with. It didn’t mean anything.

It was in the afternoon lull and Uncle was, fortunately, in the backroom, doing tea things. Meanwhile, Zuko’s only other customer was an old accountant who was always buried in their books and never registered anything going on around them. They liked Pao’s strongest tea.

This meant that there was no one else around to see the look on Jin’s face when she read through his scrawled handwriting – he was much better at writing with a calligraphy brush, but these days, charcoal was as good as it got – depicting a silly dialogue exchange between the Blue Spirt and the Avatar. It was just one of the questions he’d always wanted to ask the Avatar, one that wasn’t really important, but that had bothered him until he’d researched it anyway.

“Li,” she said slowly.

Zuko gulped. “Yeah?”

“This… this is good,” she said with a tone of wonder. “Seriously, I really like this!”

“You… do?” Zuko blinked, not sure what to do with that. “But it’s – it’s–”

“Funny? Enjoyable? Cute?”

“Dumb.”

“Bullshit,” Jin said bluntly. “You’re allowed to enjoy dumb things, Li. As long as it’s fun, what else matters?”

Zuko frowned. That was not a philosophy about life that he was familiar with.

“Do you think the Avatar really throws pies in people’s faces?” Jin asked with a laugh.

“Oh, that bit I can confirm,” Zuko flashed a brief grin. “I found a letter from the King of Omashu to the Southern Air Temple that very specifically said Aang and his friends had pie’d the King’s Guard.”

Jin blinked. “What do you mean, you found a letter?”

“Oh,” Zuko bit his lip, realizing he really shouldn’t have said that. “I, um. I… studied the Avatar. For a long time. And the Air Nomads and the Water Tribes, a little bit.”

“Really?” Jin looked excited, of all things. “That’s so cool! So you were a mini scholar before tragedy struck, huh? Are you gonna try to apply for Ba Sing Se University? You should!”

“I… what?”

“It’s not often someone from the Lower Ring gets accepted,” Jin said, “but it does happen! And I know you’d study really hard and there are scholarships and things to help pay for it. You should try!”

“I’ll… think about it?” Zuko said, taken entirely off guard.

“You should write more, too,” Jin encouraged. “Honestly, it’s a really fun scene. I kinda wanna draw it.”

Jin’s family ran what was probably one of the best places in town to get writing and illustration done on a budget. This meant that Jin spent a lot of time drawing what she called ‘very boring adverts’. He wouldn’t think his scene was that interesting either, but Jin’s face was genuine and she smiled at him.

“Really?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Jin grinned, “just the visual of the Fire Lord getting a pie in the face–” she broke down laughing.

Zuko flushed. It was possible he was a bit upset with his father for marking him as a traitor and sending his sister to bring him home in chains. And it wasn’t like a little pie had ever hurt anyone…

During Zuko’s Tour of Ba Sing Se University (from the POV of the admissions tour guide)

“As part of your curriculum. You don’t study other cultures, like the Water Tribes and the Air Nomads?”

There was a loud scoff from behind Min and she turned to see Professor Lang sneering down his nose at the kid.

“Of course not,” he said. “What use is there in studying ancient civilizations?”

The kid looked confused for a brief moment… and then he got mad, and wow, he was actually kind of scary underneath that scruffy unkemptness.

“The Water Tribes aren’t dead! And even if the Air Nomads are, there’s still reason to learn about them!”

“And what, pray tell, would that be?”

The kid had a pretty impressive snarl. “The Earth Kingdom has trade contracts relating to the Water Tribes, who are still alive. And there’s one living Air Nomad now, too!”

Min blinked. What did that mean?

“Pah,” Professor Lang spat. “The Avatar is not part of any culture.”

The what?

“The Avatar isn’t told until they turn sixteen. Until that age, Avatar Aang was and still is an Air Nomad.”

What!?

“The… Avatar?” Min said vaguely. How had she not heard about this? “The Avatar is back? And they’re an Air Nomad!?”

The kid looked scared for a moment. Perhaps he could sense how closely they danced to the dangerous territory of current events.

“Yeah,” he said slowly. “We, um. We heard before coming to Ba Sing Se that the Avatar is back. And – and he’s an Air Nomad. So there’s relevance in understanding the Air Nomad culture! Because, like…” he visibly flailed for an example that would be acceptable, “like family!” He held up his finger triumphantly. “Culture affects what words mean. In the Earth Kingdom, family is defined as your clan, tied to you through blood, marriage, or contract. In the Water Tribes, the whole tribe is family and everything is done in service to that family. But to the Air Nomads? They defined family as people chosen based on who you wanted in your life. They did not recognize blood ties.”

Min and Professor Lang both stared at the kid.

“How – how do you know that?” Professor Lang asked eventually.

The kid froze. “I, um. I did a lot of research on – on the Avatar and, and their cultures. I’m not making it up! One of their core tenets was that the blood of the covenant was thicker than water of the womb, meaning those who share their vows are more kin than those who share their blood. They were more concerned with spirituality and behavior.” The kid sighed heavily. “I wish my old library hadn’t burned. I had some amazing finds.”

Min’s eyebrow arched. That almost made it sound like, despite the current state of things, this kid had some noble background. Well, well. That changed things.

She clapped her hands together. “This sounds like an excellent topic for a thesis, don’t you agree, Professor Lang?”

“A – what?”

“A thesis, of course. You have an argument to make – that ancient/declining cultures still have a role in our society. Through your course of study here at Ba Sing Se, you will learn how to draft an effective argument, backed by primary sources.”

“I had primary sources!” the kid said, sounding strangely offended.

“Of course,” Min allowed.

“You want this disrespectful brat to write a thesis on such an absurd topic!?” Professor Lang burst out.

“He argued his point well, did he not?” Min shrugged, smiling pleasantly.

“I have another one,” the kid – Li, according to her file – said. “The Air Nomads were pacifists. They didn’t believe in consuming the flesh of any creature, because in their view, violence was abhorrent in any form. So think about it… the – the Avatar’s job is to bring peace and balance to the world, right?”

Min took a sharp breath. That was coming a little too close to–

“Well, Air Nomads were very devoted to peace. They have eighty-seven words for peace, all of which mean different things. Some of which, if applied to the nations by the Avatar, would face significant dissent. So in dealing with the Avatar, it’s important to know that you need to clarify the meaning of things being discussed.”

“And you expect to be ‘dealing with the Avatar’, do you?” Professor Lang sneered.

Li opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “Of course not,” he said, “but that’s precisely why the study of these cultures is so significant! Because if it’s not widespread knowledge, then we’re all at a disadvantage.”

Min clapped, “well said. What is knowledge but a tool for the betterment of ourselves?”

“...right,” Li nodded hesitantly.

(For those curious, Professor Lang knows about Aang because the Gaang and Joo Dee went by the university when they first came to Ba Sing Se - but the visit was kept moderately hush hush, because talking about the Avatar can mean talking about the war. This changes when the comic takes off.)

From the next scene

Jin was pacing in Pao’s Teashop as they all waited excitedly to hear the results of Li’s visit to the university. Mushi was channeling his anxiety into making lots of tea, so Jin was spending far more than she should on new pots, but at least sipping tea gave her something to do.

Finally, Li opened the door – and jerked back as everyone in the teashop – four of the afternoon regulars and Jin, plus one couple that had no idea what was going on – rounded on him.

“Well? How did it go?”

“Uh.” Li scratched his head. “I think I’m a student now?”

Jin blinked. “I thought you were just going to apply?”

“So did I,” Li shrugged. “And then I got into an argument with a professor during the tour–”

Everyone groaned collectively.

“Oh, Nephew,” Mushi sighed, coming out from behind the counter and ushering Li into the room.

“Of course you did,” Jin laughed.

“But it was fine,” Li huffed. “In fact, I think it actually helped me? I guess I’m writing a thesis on the Avatar and also why studying other cultures matters?”

“You’re… what?” Mushi said blankly.

Li shrugged helplessly. “It just kinda happened.”

Now we skip waaaaaaay ahead to the sequel, to when the Gaang (well, Aang specifically) finds out about The Adventures of the Blue Spirit and the Avatar

It started with an innocently overheard conversation at a bakery near their Upper Ring house while waiting for the new pies to cool.

“Did you read it?” one girl hissed to another. “Did you see!?”

“Yes!” the second girl sounded so excited that it was hard to control her volume. “I told you! It’s real! Spiritar is canon!”

“I just can’t believe it,” the only boy amongst the group murmured. “I didn’t see it coming at all.”

“That’s because you never listen to us,” the first girl sniffed. “I called the Blue Spirit x Avatar Aang coming from miles away.”

The… what?

Aang blinked, turning to stare at them. “I’m sorry, did you say Avatar?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, who’s asking – oh sweet spirits, it’s the Avatar!” the boy looked like he was about to hyperventilate.

“Um. Hi,” Aang waved awkwardly.

The two girls squeaked and flushed red. “Hi,” they managed, one more easily than the other.

“Did you say something about – about the Blue Spirit and the Avatar?”

“Oh spirits,” the second girl whispered under her breath. “Oma and Shu, why would you do this to us?”

“Um?”

“Okay, so,” the first girl cleared her throat. “Um, let’s start at the beginning. Are you familiar with The Adventures of the Blue Spirit and the Avatar?”

“The… huh?” Aang’s mouth twisted in confusion. Who was the Blue Spirit and what did they have to do with him?

There was a cleared throat from next to them and another woman in the bakery stood behind them. “Hi, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear and – I have a binder just for this purpose.” She pulled out a thick binder full of papers and thudded it down on the table. Then she opened it to a page that had two figures cut out from an inked illustration. One was obviously Aang, though his arrows weren’t quite that big – but the other… the other was–

“The Blue Spirit, you called them?” Aang asked, staring at the mask that he remembered with stark distinction. If the stranger in the mask hadn’t saved him…

But then, of course, the stranger turned out to not be so strange after all. Aang could still feel the rough bark under his fingers as he played with it, waiting for Zuko to wake up.

If we knew each other then, do you think we could’ve been friends? he’d asked, and Zuko hadn’t actually answered, but the blast of fire spoke many words.

“You don’t know them?” the girls all looked up at him with a broken sort of hope.

“I – I do,” Aang answered hesitantly. “But I never got their name.”

“Yes!” two of them high fived and Aang just stared at them. “Uh, sorry.”

“Anyway,” the girl with the binder said, “The Adventures of the Blue Spirit and the Avatar, originally simply titled the Blue Spirit, is a serial comic created by Li and Jin. They’re two artists in the Lower Ring, if you can believe that. But Li attends Ba Sing Se University!”

“Uh. Okay?”

She cleared her throat, flushing. “Um, at any rate, the comics are aimed at children and Li has been recorded as saying that he wanted to explain cultural differences through a fun story. And they deliver! The characters are great, the dialogue is snappy, the illustration is beautiful, and the plots are silly but fun.”

“Nothing will ever top the Fire Lord getting pie’d in the face, though,” the first girl said nostalgically.

“What?” Aang asked.

“Oh, I have that in my binder!” The girl flipped through several pages and landed on a comic panel pasted onto the paper. It depicted – exactly what they said. Fire Lord Ozai – who Aang had never actually seen in person, but he had seen a few paintings and it looked pretty accurate – receiving a cream pie to the face. Actually, the pie was drawn pretty well, too – it even had the lemon curd filling that Aang and Master Gyatso used to add for extra gooeyness.

That was surely just a coincidence, though. Right? It wasn’t like the Blue Spirit could really be–

“It’s a really famous picture now,” the girl with the binder whispered to Aang. “It’s the only thing like it that hasn’t been censored by the Dai Li. See, in The Adventures of the Blue Spirit and the Avatar, the Fire Lord has a legitimate reason to hate the Avatar.”

…was stopping him from destroying the world not legitimate?

“Oh?”

“Oh, I love this one. Show him the comic strip!”

“Here it is!”

Aang looked down to see a single panel of Fire Lord Ozai, this time wailing, “my hair!”

“Uh…”

“The Avatar was flying a kite,” one girl explained, “and he was messing with the wind currents – but it made storm clouds fall on the Fire Lord’s parade and ruined his hair!” They all chortled. “Literally you rained on his parade!”

Aang… did not know how to react to that.

“So anyway, the Avatar and his friends join the Blue Spirit and fight crime and evildoers!”

“Yeah, the Blue Spirit is a vigilante, you know that, of course,” one girl said and actually, Aang had not known that. “So they team up with the Avatar and with the whole Gaang–”

“Pardon?”

“Oh yeah, isn’t it great? It’s ‘gang’ but with 2 ‘a’s, like your name! To encompass all of you together!”

Aang hummed. He did like it, actually. Sokka would be upset that he hadn’t come up with it.

Especially if the person who did come up with it was really–

But surely it couldn’t be. How would Zuko have even gotten into Ba Sing Se?

From the confrontation between Aang and Zuko after Aang tracks down the creators of the comics (with some shippiness)

“Soooo,” Jin drawled, sprawling in a booth in the otherwise empty teashop, “guess what happened today?”

Zuko, busy wiping down a table, didn’t answer.

“C’mon, guess! It’ll interest you, I promise.”

“I dunno. You… had an idea for a comic?”

“That happens every day, Li,” she said flatly.

Zuko sighed. “Just tell me.”

“Fine, fine,” Jin paused, making him wait, and then she burst out, “the Avatar came by the shop!”

Zuko froze, blood draining from his face. The Avatar. The Avatar was here. The Avatar was here and knew about the comics, elsewise why would he have gone to Jin’s family’s shop?

Oh, this couldn’t be good.

“Li? You okay?”

Before Zuko could answer – negatively – the door to the teashop opened and the Avatar walked inside.

Zuko wanted to die. This was it. This was the end of him. This was when his cover would get blown and everyone would know and hate him and–

“Hi,” Aang greeted them pleasantly. “I’m looking for Li.”

Zuko just about swallowed his tongue. There was no way that Aang had failed to recognize him. The change in hairstyle did not make up for the huge disfiguring scar.

Raising a shaking hand, Zuko managed a strangled, “I’m Li.”

The Avatar smiled. What even–?

“I thought it might be you,” Aang said. “But I also kind of thought I was probably wrong.”

Not having any idea what to say, all Zuko could do was swallow drily.

“Huh,” Jin said, “you really have met the Avatar.”

Zuko flushed. “I told you!”

“You say lots of things, though,” Jin contested. Usually, Zuko was grateful that she let his slip ups go so easily, but right now, he was just annoyed.

“I don’t lie,” he frowned. That was a rule for him. His whole identity may be a lie, but at least he would do his best to live honorably.

Aang coughed and Zuko flushed brighter, jerking his attention back to the man who, technically, was still his enemy.

“Sorry,” Jin laughed, holding out her hand, “hi, I’m Jin. I hear you went by my family’s shop earlier looking for us?”

“You’re the illustrator?” Aang asked.

“Yep, that’s me!” Jin beamed, showing off her chipped teeth.

“Wow. You do a really good job of showing different places,” Aang complimented and Zuko stared. What was even happening?

“Oh, that’s all thanks to Li,” Jin demurred. “Sometimes I dunno whether his descriptions are accurate or not, but he believes in them so much that it just seems right to go with it.”

Zuko groaned, slapping a hand to his face. “Jin…”

Aang smiled wider and it made Zuko’s heart pound, cheeks turning pinker. “Well, you both create very good comics,” Aang said casually, as though Zuko wasn’t close to expiring on the spot.

“You – you read them?” Zuko croaked.

“Of course,” Aang said. “We had to see what was being written about us!”

Oh. Great. So all of Aang’s friends had read them. Fuck.

Oh Agni, did that include the most recent issue? Maybe he was lucky for once in his life and it didn’t–

Aang pulled out a comic and the cover was quite familiar. Jin had drawn the Blue Spirit in the middle in a ridiculous pose that really emphasized his butt – even moreso than the original draft, because Jin was an asshole and made the change after he complained. Behind the Blue Spirit were various headshots of the Gaang – Zuko came up with the name and he was rather proud of it – with little hearts all around them.

The cover proclaimed, ONE OF THESE PEOPLE IS THE BLUE SPIRIT'S SOULMATE – BUT WHO!? and the story was all about one of the regular villains, Sparkler – who totally wasn’t Azula – trying to find the Blue Spirit’s lover to blackmail him. After she was defeated, the true lover was revealed… with a kiss, because of course it was.

Zuko felt like he might cry at the absurdity of this being how his life falls apart (again).

“Sooooo, um…” Aang started and Zuko could not look at him.

“In my defense,” Zuko started, his mouth absolutely disconnecting from his brain, “it was a reader request.”

Aang tilted his head. “What does that mean?”

“Oh, you don’t read the letters at the end of the issue?” Jin asked, “you really should, they’re quite fun. We answer questions and requests from readers – mostly kids, but sometimes their parents, too.”

“And a kid… asked about–?”

Zuko just nodded mutely, but Jin – the traitor! – explained, “they asked about who the Blue Spirit’s soulmate would be. And obviously – ow!” Zuko elbowed her hard in the side, but it was too late. Aang’s eyebrows were high.

“‘Obviously’?”

“I mean, have you read the flirting?” Jin asked. “Li writes fantastic banter, doesn’t he?”

“Fucking hell, Jin, shut up!” Zuko hissed, and he was sure that his face was hot enough to be steaming. Hopefully Jin wouldn’t question it.

“Oh, all right, all right, I’ll let you two talk alone. But don’t forget the afternoon rush will be soon!”

So saying, Jin sidled out the door, headed back to work. The Avatar opened his mouth as soon as she was gone and Zuko quite abruptly wanted her back. He scrambled around for a change of topic and grasped the teapot next to him.

“Tea! Would – would you like some tea? We have–”

“I liked the tea jokes in the comics,” Aang said calmly. How was he calm when Zuko was about to shake out of his skin?

The pottery clattered slightly from his trembling hands, but he served Aang a cup of jasmine tea. “Those mostly came from Uncle,” he murmured.

“Well, they were fun,” Aang said, taking the cup and immediately sipping it as though it hadn’t been poured by his enemy. Then he smiled. “Jasmine. I like jasmine. It was my mentor’s favorite.”

“I know,” Zuko said without thinking.

“You… know?” Aang blinked. “How?”

“Uh.” Oh Agni, how was he supposed to explain this. “One of the Elders at your temple kept a journal. It survived.”

Aang stared. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Zuko nodded. “Monk Tashi. He complained about how often you got into trouble and how Monk Gyatso only encouraged it.”

Aang inhaled sharply, breath hitching at Gyatso’s name. Zuko could only imagine how much the loss hurt him. If Zuko ever lost Uncle…

Okay, that’s all I got, but I’m very excited for this series, so I hope you enjoy!

#atla #zuko x aang #zuko & jin are BFFs #wip wednesday #fic planning #seduction of the innocent

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YOU CANT LOOK AT HIS FACE, HIS GAZE, HIS LITTLE *SMILE* AND TELL ME HE IS NOT ABSOLUTELY *SMITTEN* WITH MOBIUS.

#lokius #its the look they shared during the pie date #look at him #i need that in my life #theyre so silly #and in love #they're vital to me #loki x mobius

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