Ranger Soup and Mrs. Soup love being parents 😌 and love having all of their little souplings running around 😌 and they have absolutely zero regrets whatsoever 😌 and this is very important to me.
Despite all of the complex and intertwined forms of love/admiration/obsession in BNHA's characters, I can't seem to form a fitting Alien Stage AU that fits the base dynamics of alnst's own main four.
Why? Because Himiko Toga is Ivan, Till, and Sua coded all at once. Ivan (unrequited-ish, blood, vampire), Till (aggressive, compulsive, gets sedated), Sua (worshipped love of the mc who dies, scarring her for the rest of her life).
Even if tgck were simply Sua and Mizi, idk who in the world would fit Till because no one in the cast worships Ochako like how Till worships Mizi (Izuku does not). I even considered Ochako as Till who admires Izuku and Himiko as Ivan, but Ochako being that compulsive and open about her feelings like...goes against her character so much so no... Himiko as Till, being obsessed with Izuku as Mizi but not Ochako also doesn't work for me either, because Himiko would like them both, not only one at a time, and that's important to me.
Bkdk as Ivantill is also too easy, but doesn't work either, because their love is so requited to me I can't imagine either as Till. Aka, the one who doesn't look back while obsessing over someone else, because they don't obsesses about literally anyone else but each other and All Might (and not in that way).
For the time being, I'm sticking with Ivantill-Togachako and Mizisua-Bakudeku but no exact roles yet. It's very strange at first glance, I know, but this makes the most sense in my brain.
I even considered dragging Shoto, Iida, Kirishima, or Tsu into this but they don't have enough connections for me to work with either, and not as insane. Sigh what a weird conundrum I'm in...
Omg you're back again hello 👀 how have you been????
Big mood on the "man I wish this author would finish their fic" LOL I've been rereading my own wiring recently and going wtf. Where's the rest of it?
For a limited time only babyyy
But I've been good. Extremely busy but it's okay, the pto is worth it. That's what I keep telling myself at least :) but how are you??? Is anything interesting happening? New developments perhaps 👀
The funny thing is that I've actually been talking with a few mutuals, and they've all told me that they recently went back to re-read their drafts. Maybe it's something in the air or we're all feeling a bit nostalgic? Or because everyone is on break since it's summer.
Hey anon, I'm so sorry but your ask is obscenely long so I'm cutting it down to bare essentials
Most of the Original Ask was just a copypaste of this forum post, quickly highlighting this comment too
LOOK WHAT IT SAYS ABOUT MORIA, YO! "Defeated by Gellard and returns in the Final Scenario with an even more grotesque appearance than when you first met him."
But yes, I am aware, I have read that exact same thread before (when I first learned about the Romancing SaGa inspo on r/OnePiece and wanted to learn more), and I did briefly discuss the Seven Heroes when speculating about Cross Guild and wherever the fuck that plotline is going
And I'm now going to add onto that original post, because boy howdy do I have some additional thoughts to get out of my brain
Okay so yes, Doflamingo would be the OG Iteration of Bokuohn, the puppeteer who manipulates people. But in the context of Cross Guild... That's Buggy. "Bokuohn is in control of the majority of the Seven Heroes' forces. Situated in the Steppes region, he owns a large landship, complete with an innumerable amount of slaves." That's literally just Buggy. Like he's not a master of psychological manipulation nor can he forcefully manipulate anybody like literal puppets either (the way Mingo could), but. Like scratch out he RoSa2 terms, replace them with the relevant OP terms and it's a perfect description of Buggy.
Bringing that up because I'm still interested in Cross Guild becoming Shichibukai 2.0 But Without The Government This Time, but if we wanted to have exactly seven former Shichibukai to make up Cross Guild and make sure we had like ones who could actually fill out the roles of the Seven Heroes from RoSa2... Yeah there's going to have to be some replacements
Not just because otherwise Doflamingo would need to be broken out of Impel Down somehow (which I doubt will happen, also I don't think Crocodile would want him working for him anyways), but also. Jinbei's with the Strawhats. And I don't think he's ditching Luffy any time soon for Crocodile of all people, not when he finally fucking joined the Strawhats for realsies.
So Doflamingo could be replaced with Buggy, cool, sure. What about Jinbei then? Who will take up the role of RoSa2's Subier?
So a while back I wrote this speculation post about if the Burn Scar Man (who has the final Road Poneglyph) could be a Fishman.(PERHAPS specifically Davy Jones?)
Bringing that up because during Kuma's flashback we did learn that Kuma got the Shichibukai Slot after Ace defeated one of the seven at the time. And we specifically got to see Ace talk to Jinbei about it, Ace being surprised Jinbei of all people was glad the Shichibukai slot was being filled again.
Now obviously, our Firefist Ace defeating a Shichibukai makes for one great candidate on who the Burn Scar Man could be, as Ace could very easily leave someone with some severe burn scars. This is platantly obvious lmao. But it's the conversation with Jinbei that actually interests me, because like. Sure, Jinbei being a fellow Shichibukai, it might be odd for Ace to hear Jinbei be glad that one of his fellow Warlords is being replaced. But that comment could make twice as much sense if that Warlord had ALSO been a fellow Fishman and/or a Merman (and perhaps someone Jinbei might've known better?).
Now indeed. We are going to meet the Burn Scar Man eventually, 100%, it's mandatory for the plot to move forwards. Which means we're going to find out who that guy is, and if the Road Poneglyph gets stolen from him, he might have to find something else to do with his life since there won't be any point in guarding it anymore.
And hey. If Mr Burns does turn out to be a fellow former Shichibukai who also happens to be a Fishman/Merman and a master of Fishman Karate... Oh hey, what's this? "Subier - A half octopus merman who controls the flow of the ocean to use as a weapon." Like. IDK I think we could have another Cross Guild member on our hands here.
(Honestly, currently the only problem we have is Dantarg, whose role currently being held by Kuma. Like the only other known Shichibukai we have who could be "available" is Law but he hasn't really done any "bodymods to become stronger" and thus doesn't fit the description. Hell, that description fits Kid more than anything but he was never a Shichibukai either. Guess we gotta keep on hoping Kuma somehow survives and just doesn't return to the Revolutionary Army for some reason)
Hilariously the most interesting thing you pointed out was that comment in the forum thread about Moria, 'cause I hadn't even realized this before but
So we know Blackbeard had captured Moria and held him hostage for... weeks, months? Until he was freed by Coby as per Perona's plea during the raid on Fullalead. Interestingly though, although theoretically we know Moria and Perona should have escaped the island by now, we have not seen either, now have we?
Which is kind of suspicious now that I think about it. Because like. It'd make perfect sense if Blackbeard and co had been torturing Moria during his time in captivity, right. Have they been feeding my beloved goth onion well? Realistically, probably not?
Like. Thinking about it. We know Moria got chumby after the trauma of losing his crew and all, so what are the odds he might have lost that weight now during his captivity??? What if he looks more like his younger self again, the one see clash with Kaidou???
Or, the more horrifying option. I mean zombies aren't like an inherent part of Moria's DF abilities, just the Shadow Manipulation. But for all we know Moria could have lost a limb or two, and depending on where the fuck Hogback is (dude is supposed to be a competent doctor, he should be able to stitch Moria back up)... I mean theoretically the next time we see Moria he could look like one of his zombies. Or worse.
And then we can move on and discuss more important things.
Okay?
Here goes...
Nicolas Cage is an incredible actor who is very bad with money so he has to act in terrible movies because otherwise they will repossess his dinosaur skull collection.
But even when he is in terrible movies with terrible writing he refuses to phone in his performances. And sometimes when you are acting your ass off while saying some of the dumbest dialogue ever conceived it can give the appearance the acting is the issue rather than the writing and story.
Hayden Christensen knows that feeling all too well.
So next time you see Nic Cage in a B movie acting a fool, just know he probably bought some new shrunken heads and forgot to pay the mortgage on his volcano island.
worst behaviour — jeon jungkook , series index , mdni
𑣲 ch:30 — just take what’s yours, don’t run from it.
“i love you.”
wc; 5.5k // smut — unprotected sex, different positions // sorry for any mistakes, this wasn't proofread.
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a frat house.
you’ve got plenty of opinions about frat boys and their houses. like, they're loud. messy. cocky. and the houses are always full of guys who think being in a frat automatically makes them important. it’s basically a checklist of everything that gets on your nerves.
and the funny thing is — jeon jungkook is one of them.
but somehow, he’s also not.
because this man — the cocky frat boy, the popular fuckboy — is also the same man who claims to love you more than anything. or at least, that's what he's been telling you for the past few weeks.
yep, it’s been a few weeks since that night at your place, since the conversation that finally cleared up all the misunderstandings. since the shower together. since the soft words under the blankets. things feel different now. more lighter. but still a little scary. it's not quite official, but definitely not casual anymore.
and valentine’s day is creeping up soon!!
your not-really-official man has been talking about it nonstop. every time you see him he drops some new excited comment about it, like a kid who just discovered the holiday existed. you swear you were the same when you were a teenager, but watching jungkook — tall, tattooed, built like he could throw you over his shoulder without trying (he does) get all giddy about hearts and flowers makes you laugh every single time.
you know jeon jungkook has never dated before. he admitted that himself. said he didn’t do relationships, but when you tease him about it now, he just shrugs with that little smirk and says, “the right woman changes everything.”
it’s cute. super duper cute. he’s adorable.
he’s also very silly. way more comfortable with you these days. he’s started bringing you flowers almost every day. sometimes it’s a proper bouquet, sometimes just one single stem he picked up on his way to you. he's even started writing little... love letters. or at least that's what he insists on calling them, despite the fact that they're really just tiny handwritten notes.
and the funniest part? he sends them through his frat brothers like some kind of ridiculous messenger service.
“precautionary” he calls it. because he wants all of them to know you’re taken. even though you’re not… not yet, at least.
and at the end of every letter he signs it as your “secret admirer.”
oh this silly fuckboy.
well. not fuckboy anymore.
but you’ve gotten used to it. it’s his nickname now — because he’s your fuckboy.
you’re sitting on the worn couch in the middle of the chaotic living room right now, legs tucked under you, watching jungkook across the room as he argues with one of his brothers about something stupid (you're so sure he’s annoying them on purpose).
the place smells like cheap beer and cologne, music thumping low in the background. it should annoy you. it definitely used to. but somehow, knowing he’s yours makes the whole scene feel.. kinda different. kinda okay.
he notices you watching him and his expression shifts instantly. the confident smirk softens into something warmer, his eyes brightening as if you’re the highlight of his entire day. he cuts his conversation off without finishing and heads straight toward you, settling onto the couch right beside you. without a second thought, he lifts your legs and drapes them over his lap, one hand settling comfortably on your thigh.
“hi, darling,” he murmurs, voice quiet and meant only for you.
“hey, secret admirer,” you tease, lightly poking his chest.
he smiles wide. “you got today’s letter already?”
“i did. ‘your smile makes my dick twitch’ is kind of a new one.”
jungkook laughs, the sound warm and bright. he leans in closer, forehead almost touching yours. “it’s true though. you’ve ruined me and my dick. it used to be calmer.”
“you were never calm,” you whisper back, smiling. “horny fuckboy.”
“i was, a little,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose. “until i met you.”
you giggle, the sound soft and fond. then you tilt your head, curious. “how did you convince liam to send me the letter today, though?”
he smirks, looking proud of himself. “i got that aura, darling. nobody questions me.”
you give him a look.
he chuckles. “what?”
“tell me.”
jungkook laughs again, then mimics the whole thing in a dramatic voice. “i told him to do it. he said no. i gave him the glare… and he went ‘o-oh okay fine…’” he even adds a fake scared little stutter for effect.
your brows furrow even as you smile. “how do they even find you scary?”
he shrugs, then suddenly flexes both biceps right in front of you, veins popping a little. “they find these scary.”
damn. hot.
you roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. “put those away, you weirdo.”
he drops the pose, still grinning. then his expression softens a bit. “oh wait, darling, i just remembered something.”
“yeah?”
“you know valentine’s day is in a few days, right? i’ve been thinking about it a lot. and i want to do something special for you. like, something better than flowers and letters.”
you raise an eyebrow. “better than your secret admirer campaign?”
“wayy better,” he says, eyes sparkling with excitement.
you smile.
then his tone turns serious.
“___, let me take you out. properly. please. there will be no frat house or frat parties involved. it's just going to be me trying to be the best future boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
your heart does that stupid fluttery thing it always does around him now. you play with the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling warm.
then you bite your lip. suddenly feeling a little shy. “okay, you and me.”
he grins in victory, immediately leaning in to kiss you slow and sweet, right there on the couch like he doesn’t care who sees.
there’s something about jungkook that makes the rest of the world disappear so easily now. the music, the scattered beer cans, the random guys playing games in the corner — none of it matters. you’re making out with him in the middle of his frat house, surrounded by his friends, and strangely, they all act like they suddenly forgot how to look in your direction.
because jungkook’s reputation has apparently made them smart enough to mind their own business.
your fingers slide into his hair, tugging gently as the kiss deepens. he makes a low sound in the back of his throat and pulls you closer, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other resting high on your thigh. the kiss turns hotter, a little messier, his tongue brushing yours like he’s been waiting all day for this. you smile against his mouth, completely lost in him.
until —
“ahem.”
hoseok clears his throat loudly right behind the couch.
you flinch hard, pulling back so fast your lips make a soft smack. heat rushes to your face instantly. you look away, embarrassed, fixing your dress even though nothing is really out of place.
hoseok stands there with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. “i was the one who called ___ here to study with me, you know.”
jungkook smirks, not even slightly sorry. his arm stays draped around your waist like he’s claiming territory. “what are you, a little kid? you can study by yourself.”
you slap his chest lightly. “jungkook.”
“ow, what?” he laughs, rubbing the spot like you actually hurt him. “i’m just saying. priorities, hyung.”
a few snickers ripple through the living room from the guys pretending they weren’t watching.
hoseok shakes his head, clearly done with both of you. “we have tests coming up, and i could really use some help right now.”
you nod quickly, still a little flushed. “yeah, okay sorry. let’s go.”
jungkook groans dramatically, tightening his grip on you when you try to stand. he pulls you back down for one more kiss, then another, deliberately dragging it out. “five more minutes,” he mumbles against your lips, being extra clingy just to annoy hoseok. “c’mon, she’s my girl. you can’t take her away.”
“jungkook,” you laugh, pushing at his chest again.
he finally lets you go with a heavy sigh, but not before stealing one last quick kiss. “text me when you’re done. i’ll come carry your books or something.”
hoseok rolls his eyes so hard it looks painful. “yeah, yeah, we’ll let you know. come on, ___, let’s go.”
you manage to escape jungkook’s arms and follow hoseok walking toward his room. the moment you’re a few steps away, you glance at him.
“is lexi coming?”
hoseok lets out a small sigh. “not tonight. she’s going on a date with jackson wang.”
you blink, genuinely surprised. “wow… jackson? really?”
“yep,” he says, pushing open his door. “apparently everybody’s falling in love these days.”
you chuckle, nudging his shoulder. “jealous?”
hoseok scrunches his nose. “i have more important things to do before i indulge myself in romance. cuz i'm a busy guy, you know.”
you grin, unable to resist teasing him a little more. “you must be really busy at frat parties then.”
he looks at you, a slow smile spreading across his face. “yeah, sometimes.”
you laugh, shaking your head as you step into his room.
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valentine’s day came around pretty fast.
you’re sitting in the passenger seat of jungkook’s car, city lights flickering softly across your face as the streets blur past. the burgundy dress you chose hugs your body gently, the thin straps resting on your shoulders while the neckline dips just enough to reveal a subtle hint of cleavage. your hair falls loose and flowing around your shoulders, and you’d gone for a softer, prettier makeup look tonight — a touch more blush on your cheeks, a delicate shimmer across your eyelids. you wanted to feel different. special even.
you wanted him to look at you and feel something shift in his chest.
and he did.
you can tell by the way his eyes keep drifting from the road to you, lingering a second longer each time. even now, his gaze flickers over again.
it makes you smile, because the truth is, you had felt the exact same way when you opened your door earlier tonight.
jungkook had shown up in a black tuxedo.
and the moment you saw him standing there, you had burst into surprised laughter.
not because he looked bad.
god, it was quite the opposite.
but because the two of you had always been casual wear people. hoodies, jeans, lazy days in oversized shirts. so, seeing your jungkook dressed up like a gentleman had completely thrown you off balance in the best way.
he had blushed hard, ears turning bright red, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. but you quickly stepped forward, cupped his face with both hands and told him he looked ridiculously handsome.
and that reassurance turned into a heated little makeout session right there on your doorstep, his hands were gripping your waist, your fingers were messing up his perfectly styled hair.
and! now you’re here.
you glance over at him while he drives. you notice that his fingers are tapping rapidly against the steering wheel, almost frantic, like he’s seconds away from a full panic attack. his jaw is tight, shoulders tense.
you reach over and gently place your hand on his shoulder.
“jungkook… what’s wrong?”
he glances at you, and just the sound of your voice seems to relax him a little. you notice the way his shoulders drop slightly.
“i’m nervous,” he admits quietly.
you pull your hand back a bit and tilt your head, watching him. “what happened?”
he lets out a heavy sigh mixed with a groan, eyes still on the road. “what if you don’t like it?”
you blink, confused. “the date?”
“fuck,” he mutters, nodding. a red light appears ahead and he slows the car to a stop. “yeah. what if it’s embarrassing? i’ve never done this before. i was so fucking excited, but… i barely know about the real romantic shit people do on dates. i tried searching up everything but i still feel stupid. what if it’s too corny? i know i can be cheesy sometimes but i really want today to be good for you, you know? we’re not even officially dating yet, i know but i— fuck, i just… i want to be the best version for you so i thought... this date... shit. am i making sense?”
you don’t let him spiral any further.
you quickly unclick your seatbelt, lean across the console, and cut him off by pressing your lips to his. your palm rests gently on his cheek, thumb brushing his skin.
thank fuck it’s a red light.
jungkook melts into the kiss almost immediately. all that nervous tension seems to pour out of him as he kisses you back, one hand leaving the wheel to cup the side of your neck. it’s soft and deep and a little desperate, like he needed this more than he realized.
when you finally pull back and settle into your seat again, he lets out a long, shaky sigh, forehead briefly resting against the steering wheel.
you smile softly, heart feeling way too full as you look at him.
“jungkook…”
he sits up a little straighter and turns to look at you, the passing streetlights catching the nervous flicker in his eyes. the red light still holds the car in place, giving you this small pocket of time where the rest of the world feels paused.
you reach over again, this time letting your fingers brush gently along his jaw, thumb tracing the sharp line there.
“breathe,” you whisper, voice warm and steady. “it’s just me. you don’t have to be perfect tonight. you already are.”
jungkook lets out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch like it’s the only thing grounding him. his eyes soften as they meet yours, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away under your gaze.
“i just… i really don’t want to mess this up,” he admits quietly. “this is important to me. you’re important to me.”
your chest tightens with affection. you lean in again, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips — softer this time, full of reassurance instead of heat. he kisses you back like he’s pouring every unspoken feeling into it, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your face.
when you pull away, you rest your forehead against his for a moment, noses brushing.
“you’re already doing everything right,” you murmur against his lips. “just be you. that’s all i want tonight.”
the light turns green, but jungkook doesn’t move right away. he stays there, eyes closed, breathing you in like he needs one more second of this before continuing the drive.
finally, he pulls back with a small, shy smile — the kind that makes your stomach flutter every single time.
“okay,” he whispers, voice a little rough. “for you… i can do that.”
he shifts back into his seat, one hand reaching over to intertwine with yours, resting it on your thigh as he starts driving again. the nervous tapping on the steering wheel has stopped. instead, his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, steady and warm.
you watch him for a while longer, the city lights dancing across his sharp features and the crisp lines of his tuxedo, and you realize something quietly beautiful — he may be nervous, but he’s trying so hard. for you.
and that alone makes this the best valentine’s day you’ve ever had.
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the rest of the night turns out to be exactly what you both needed: perfectly imperfect.
jungkook had planned the whole thing with way too much effort. first stop was this tiny italian place he swore had the best pasta in the city. the moment you walked in, he pulled your chair out like a gentleman, then immediately knocked over the candle on the table as he was trying to look smooth. the wax spilled everywhere. he panicked, and tried to clean it with his tuxedo sleeve, and ended up with a big white stain on his jacket. you laughed so hard the waiter came over thinking something was wrong.
“this is why i don’t wear fancy shit,” he groaned, but he was still smiling, cheeks pink.
you wiped a tiny bit of wax from his sleeve with your napkin, and told him it made him look even cuter.
he blushed.
crazy. honestly.
by the end of dinner you were both full, laughing, and slightly messy.
after that he drove you to this quiet rooftop spot he had apparently scouted weeks ago. fairy lights strung up everywhere, a little blanket spread out with snacks and a cheap bottle of wine. it was cheesy as hell and you loved it.
you sat there for almost two hours, wrapped in his jacket because the night got chilly, feeding each other strawberries and chocolates that you got him, and making up ridiculous stories about the people walking below on the street.
the city hummed below you, but up there it felt like only the two of you existed.
it was perfect.
then later, when the wind got too cold, he drove you around the city with the windows down, playing your favorite playlist and singing off-key just to make you laugh.
he even stopped at a convenience store at midnight because you mentioned wanting ice cream. so, he came back with three different flavors, and a bag of chips.
by the time he pulled up in front of your apartment, it was late. your feet hurt from your heels, your lipstick was long gone, and his bowtie had completely disappeared somewhere during the night. you both looked a little wrecked, but happy. so happy.
he walked you to your door like a proper gentleman, hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels.
“so… did you have fun?” he asked, suddenly shy again.
you smiled up at him. “best valentine’s day ever.”
his whole face lit up.
and before he could say anything else, you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside with you. the second the door clicked shut behind him, the energy in the room shifted.
jungkook’s hands found your waist instantly, backing you gently against the wall as his mouth met yours. the kiss was slow, like all the nerves and excitement from the night had finally boiled over into something hotter. you sighed into it, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your lips.
he kicked the door fully shut with his foot, never breaking the kiss, and walked you backwards down the short hallway toward your bedroom. your hands moved over his shoulders, pushing the tuxedo jacket off. it fell somewhere behind him with a soft thud. his fingers found the zipper of your dress and slowly dragged it down, the sound loud in the quiet place. his lips never left yours, hungry and desperate after the whole night of holding back.
when you reached the bedroom, he pushed the door open with one hand, still kissing you, and shut it behind you both with a quiet click. the moment it closed, something shifted. he walked you straight to the bed and spun you around so your back hit the mattress. you landed with a soft bounce, dress already slipping off your shoulders.
jungkook stood at the edge of the bed for a second, eyes dark as they dragged over you. his bowtie was long gone, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair messy from your hands. he looked wrecked in the best way possible.
“fuck, look at you,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “i’ve been thinking about this all night. watching you in that dress… knowing i’d get to take it off you.”
you propped yourself up on your elbows, smirking even though your heart was racing. “then stop staring and do something about it.”
he chuckled, and crawled onto the bed over you. his hands slid the dress down your body, peeling it off slowly like he wanted to savor every inch of skin he revealed. when it hit the floor, he sat back on his heels and just looked at you in your underwear, eyes hungry.
“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, almost reverent. “i still can’t believe you’re mine.”
you reached up and tugged him down by the collar of his shirt, kissing him hard.
he groaned into your mouth and kissed you deeper, tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed everywhere — your waist, your breasts, your hips, your thighs. he broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking a mark right below your ear that made you gasp.
“i’m gonna take my time with you tonight,” he murmured against your skin. “we’ve got all night, baby. just you and me.”
his hands slipped behind your back and unclasped your bra with surprising ease. he pulled it off and immediately dipped his head, mouth closing around one nipple while his hand cupped the other. you arched into him with a soft moan, fingers threading through his hair.
“jungkook—”
“i know, darling,” he whispered, switching to the other side, tongue flicking and sucking until you were squirming underneath him. “let me hear you.”
then he kissed lower, down your stomach, until he reached the waistband of your panties. he hooked his fingers in them and looked up at you, eyes dark and asking.
“can i?”
you nodded, already breathless.
he dragged them down your legs and tossed them somewhere behind him. then he settled between your thighs, spreading them wider with his hands.
“so pretty.”
you moan at his words.
the first slow lick up your center made your whole body jerk. you hear him groan like he was the one being touched.
“fuck, i love how you taste on my tongue,” he muttered, voice muffled against you. “i could stay here all night.”
and he did.
for what felt like forever, he licked and sucked and teased, tongue circling your clit in slow, strokes before dipping lower to fuck into you. your hands fisted in his hair, hips rolling against his mouth as you moaned his name over and over.
“jungkook— oh my god— right there—”
then he slipped two fingers inside you while his tongue kept working your clit, curling them just right until your thighs started shaking around his head.
when you came, it was with a broken cry, back arching off the bed as he worked you through it, licking you softly until you were twitching and oversensitive.
he crawled back up your body, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue. you reached down and palmed him through his pants, feeling how hard he was.
“your turn,” you whispered against his lips.
you pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips for a second, just grinding down on him slowly while you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. he watched you with hooded eyes, hands gripping your hips.
“what did i say? you’ve ruined me.” he groaned when you leaned down and kissed his chest, then lower, following the line of his abs.
you undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. his cock sprang free, hard and leaking at the tip. you wrapped your hand around him and gave a slow stroke, watching his face.
“been wanting this in my mouth all night,” you said, voice low and teasing.
his head fell back against the pillows. “fuck, baby—”
you took him into your mouth slowly, swirling your tongue around the head before sinking lower. jungkook’s hand immediately found your hair, holding you gently but it was still firm. the sounds he made — low groans and breathless curses — went straight between your legs.
you love it. so fucking much.
you bobbed your head, taking him deeper each time, hand working what your mouth couldn’t reach. and he was so vocal, praising you the whole time.
“just like that— fuck, your mouth feels so good— you’re so perfect—”
when you pulled off to breathe, you looked up at him through your lashes and smiled. “you like that?”
“i love it,” he rasped.
you smile.
“come here.” he pulled you up and flipped you both so you were on your back again. he kicked off the rest of his clothes and settled between your legs, cock rubbing against your slick folds.
“you’ve started taking the pill, right?” he asked again, always checking, even now.
“yes,” you breathed.
“so we’re good?”
you nod.
“okay, fuck.” he breathes out as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. both of you moaned at the same time. he stayed still for a second, forehead pressed to yours, just breathing.
“you feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “so tight around me. i can never ever get used to this, darling. it’s like the first time all over again.”
he started moving — deep, steady thrusts that made the headboard tap lightly against the wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. the room filled with the sound of skin on skin, your moans, and his low grunts.
“harder,” you gasped.
he gave it to you, hips snapping faster, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit.
and embarrassingly, you came again with a cry, clenching around him. he fucked you through it, pace stuttering.
“inside? are you sure?” he asked, voice strained.
“yes oh my god, inside,” you moaned. “please—”
he buried himself deep and came with a groan of your name, hips jerking as he filled you. he stayed there for a long moment, kissing you softly, both of you catching your breath.
but you knew, he wasn’t done.
after a few minutes of lazy kissing and soft touches, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. he lifted your hips and slid back inside from behind, this angle hitting even deeper. you moaned into the pillow as he started moving again, slower this time but no less intense.
“you take me so well,” he murmured, leaning over you to kiss the back of your neck. “my perfect girl.”
his hand reached around to play with your clit again while he fucked you. you came a third time like that, legs shaking, his name spilling from your lips.
he pulled out and turned you onto your side, spooning behind you. he slid back in and fucked you slow and deep, one hand on your breast, the other between your legs. the angle was intimate, his mouth right by your ear as he whispered how much he loved you, how good you felt, how he never wanted to let you go.
you reached back and tangled your fingers in his hair, turning your head to kiss him messily over your shoulder.
when he came again, it was with your name on his lips and his face buried in your neck.
you both stayed like that for a long time afterward, breathing hard, bodies tangled. he eventually pulled out gently and turned you to face him, pulling you into his chest.
“you okay?” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.
you nodded, smiling sleepily against his skin. “more than okay. that was… a lot.”
he chuckled, the sound warm and fond. “good kind of a lot?”
“the best kind of a lot.”
he pulled a blanket over both of you and held you close, one hand stroking your back in lazy circles.
“i love you,” he said quietly, like it still surprised him every time he said it out loud.
you smiled into his chest, suddenly shy. “i love you too, fuckboy.”
he laughed again and kissed the top of your head. “i love hearing you say that, darling.”
you stayed like that for a while, just breathing each other in, hearts still racing from everything that had just happened. the night wasn’t over yet — you could already feel him starting to get hard again against your thigh — but for now, this quiet, warm moment felt just as important.
jungkook shifted slightly, tilting your chin up so he could look at you properly. his eyes were soft, a little dazed, but full of so much love it made your chest ache.
“round... i don't know, three or four? in a bit?” he asked, voice low and teasing, but there was real hope in it too.
you grinned. “give me five minutes and then you can have me however you want.”
his smile turned wicked. “however i want, huh?”
“mhm.”
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you both collapsed, breathing hard.
he stayed inside you for a while, just kissing you softly, both of you catching your breath.
then after a few minutes he pulled out and rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him so you were draped across his chest. his hand stroked down your back, lazy and affectionate.
“best valentine’s day indeed,” he mumbled sleepily.
you smiled, already drifting off. “definitely.”
and just like that, the night faded into quiet, warm cuddles and soft breathing, both of you tangled up together under the blankets, hearts full and bodies spent.
after a while his fingers started tracing lazy patterns on your back and waist. “you really liked tonight?” he asked softly, voice husky from everything you had done.
“i loved it,” you whispered, pressing closer to his chest. “the spilled candle, the ice cream in the car, the way you forgot to give me the bouquet you bought…” you chuckle, before continuing. “i loved all of it. especially the part where you kept calling me baby while you fucked me.”
he let out a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest. “i was trying to be romantic. clearly failed at the bouquet part.”
“you didn’t fail at anything,” you said, tilting your head up to look at him. “you tried so hard for me. and that’s what made me fall in love with you.
he stared at you, like he can't believe you're saying it.
“i don’t need perfect, jungkook. i just need you, all of you. with your fuckboy charms and silly little love letters.” you tease him.
he stared at you for a long moment, eyes softening. “you have no idea what you do to me when you say stuff like that.” his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. “i’ve never done any of this before. the dates, the flowers, the trying to be someone’s boyfriend. and i thought i wouldn't be able to, you know? but with you.... fuck, it just feels so right.”
you kissed his palm. “you’re doing great, baby. better than great.”
he smiled again at the new nickname, that shy little flush creeping up his neck. “if you keep calling me that, i'd do anything for you. no limits.”
“yeah? you promise?” you teased, nuzzling back into his chest.
“promise.” he pulled the blanket higher around you both, arms wrapping tighter. “we’re not official yet, but… i want us to be. when you’re ready. no rush, of course. i’ll keep bringing you flowers and writing terrible letters until then.”
you traced a finger over one of his tattoos on his arm. “we are figuring it out. and tonight felt like a really good step. i don’t want anyone else, jungkook. just you. just us being stupid and happy together.”
he pressed a long kiss to the top of your head. “me too. no more running. no more overthinking. just us, yeah?”
you hum.
“happy valentine’s day, darling,” he whispered as he pressed kisses to your head.
you chuckle. “happy valentine’s day, baby.”
the room grew quiet again, only the sound of your breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. his hand kept stroking your back, slow, soothing and loving.
and then, you make a ... decision. like you always do, recklessly. because why not? you love jeon jungkook.
you lift your head from his chest and smile at him, heart beating a little faster as the words finally come out.
“jungkook,” you whisper, fingers tracing his jaw this time.
“mhm?”
“will you be my boyfriend?”
he stares at you for a second, eyes wide with shock, like the question caught him completely off guard in the quiet afterglow. his mouth parts, breath catching.
then a huge grin breaks across his face.
“i— are you— oh, darling— holy fuck... yes!”
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a/n: thank you for reading worst behavior. thank you for staying with me through all these months. it was chaotic, fun, and honestly a little insane at times, but i'm really glad i got to share this story with all of you. i hope you had as much fun reading it as i had writing it.
and before we move on, there are a few things i want to say.
yes, i know the last few parts were rushed. very rushed. i know i could've done so much more with the story. my main focus from the very beginning was always their friendship, them getting to know each other, becoming comfortable around each other, and eventually becoming best friends. that's the part of the story i loved writing the most, and because of that, a huge portion of the fic ended up focusing on it.
at one point i considered expanding their actual relationship a lot more, but i eventually realized that doing so would require many more chapters, and if i kept extending the story, i wouldn't have time to work on other projects i want to write. so as much as i didn't want to let go, i had to accept that some stories eventually need to end. even if they're messy.
am i fully satisfied with everything? not really. there are definitely scenes and plot points that i wish i had written differently. but i also don't want to be too harsh on myself. worst behavior taught me a lot over the past six months. i learned so much while writing it, and i think i grew a lot as a writer because of it.
when i first started, i was mostly writing simple stories. then i leaned even harder into the chaos and unseriousness. now, i feel like i want to challenge myself more and explore a more descriptive and stylized writing style in future fics. whether i succeed or not, i want to try, and i want to see where that takes me.
and to the people who were upset that the plot was unserious and corny... respectfully, did you read the warnings? i told you from the beginning that this was a silly fic. even mentioned that there was gonna be no serious drama and also talked about my characters being.. "corny", that it was on purpose. so what exactly were you expecting from this fic? constant angst and drama? i’m sorry but please. read the notes/warnings.
oh, and: the hoseok and jungkook lore is something i might come back to in the future. if i do, it'll probably be posted as extra chapters or bonus content. but for now, worst behavior has officially reached its end.
thank you for reading.
thank you for supporting me.
and thank you for loving these characters as much as i did 🩷
Summary: Waiting for a miracle, or creating your own?
Warnings: Neglect, Abandonment, Self Doubt
A/N: Didn’t super plan to write this but I started brainstorming and ended up with like 5 pages of stuff and I hadn’t even got to the meat and potatoes of it all👀👀 I do not plan on making this a long series but I do love writing groveling so who knows (might edit this later)
Chapter 1(You are here) | Chapter 2
Your arrival to the manor was unfortunately timed.
Jason was dead, Dick was spiraling, and poor Tim was only just starting to pick up the pieces of a broken man who never truly learned how to healthily process grief.
Your arrival should’ve been grand, a divine gift from the heavens that was generous enough to land on the steps of Wayne manor.
Instead your arrival was treated like a betrayal.
Six, scrawny, and Bright-eyed in the same way Jason was. Bruce couldn’t even look at you.
But you didn’t complain once.
And that caught Alfred’s attention.
Because no child should be so used to disappointment. So unexpecting of praise and affection that they didn’t even bat an eye at the absence.
In you, Alfred saw what Bruce could’ve become.
And Alfred knew what Bruce needed.
Your room was set up in the guest wing.
A cold, dark corridor of the manor that could easily be forgotten.
Bruce didn’t want to see you. Accepting Tim was a reluctant and mostly indisputable affair. He knew how to leverage knowledge, how to make himself an integral cog in this broken machine.
Tim burst down the wall.
You didn’t bother looking for a door.
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried to connect. There was a singular attempt, a small attempt to reach out from a child with no connection.
It happened in front of Alfred like a slow moving car crash he couldn’t look away from.
You had left your room with a book, a small one from the library. It had maybe ten pages max and a fairy princess on the front.
You knocked on his office door, waiting for what seemed like forever for an invitation to enter, then slowly pushed open the heavy door.
You lasted less than a minute before he practically screamed you at the door.
You didn’t try again.
It took Alfred very little time to realize that he would be raising you all by his lonesome.
It was a simple dinner, mere weeks after your arrival.
One simple question.
One singular question that put all the cards on the table.
“Excuse, me. Papa, when do I start school?” It was easy, tentative as if you were afraid of rejection, but it was impactful.
Alfred froze, plate halfway to the table, eyes boring holes into Bruce. He was waiting for correction, an acknowledgment of a mistake.
He was waiting for a miracle.
Because for all the detective instincts, all the training and the simulations, this all seeing and all knowing vigilante was completely blind to his family slipping through his fingers.
Bruce’s silence said all Alfred needed to know. Resolution set in his old bones, Alfred made a decision.
“Soon, sweet girl… soon.”
You were young, impressionable. The only thing you knew about a father was that he was supposed to love and care for you.
That would never be Bruce.
Once was all it took for the dynamic to completely shift.
For everyone else he was “Alfred,” “Pennyworth,” even “Alfie” on some occasions.
However, to you he was…
“Papa!”
Alfred swiveled around on a dime, arms already outstretched as a blur shot into his arms at the child equivalent of Mach 10.
“No running in the house, my dear. I do believe I have warned you before.”
Your smile was completely shameless, not a hint of remorse in your eyes even as you apologized.
“Sorry, Papa! But it was suuuuper important!”
Alfred shook his head fondly, setting you down gently as he turned back to prepare lunch.
“It always is”
You flopped dramatically, hand over your head in the way you’ve seen Dick do a million times before.
“But Daaaaddyy, it’s like- super duper Bazillion times more important than before!”
Setting down the carrots he was dicing, he watched you fake die for almost a full minute before you finally gave up and gave him a smile that was all teeth.
“You have yet to actually tell me this super duper important thing?”
You were scrambling off the floor and digging through your bag.
A bundle of papers were hastily thrown into his hands, each one with a bright green 100% drawn across the top.
“Ms. Melissa said I’m eg-exal- uhm… doing really good in class! She says I could skip grades!”
In a rare show of emotion, Alfred’s face completely lit up at the news.
When Bruce entered the kitchen, he was stunned at what he saw.
Alfred had lifted you high above his head, face a carefree picture of joy, and laughing in a way he’d never heard before.
The Alfred that he knew was always professional. His affection shown in fond smiles, and curt encouragement.
This was different.
“Alfred.” He called out before he could stop himself.
He wished he hadn’t.
He felt like an intruder.
The tension in your shoulders settled in, eyes looking at him with the shallow interest you gave a stranger.
“Yes, Master Bruce?”
Alfred’s professional mask went up like a wall, his eyes no longer holding the same excitement he had given you. Just the same distant fondness he usually wore.
For the first time, a feeling stirred in his chest, ugly and heavy, wrapping around his arm like a vice.
He refused to call it jealousy.
“Dick is in town for the next week. He should not be allowed out for any circumstances. Somehow the moment that boy steps foot out the house, he tears his stitches.” There was a false lightness in his tone, a pathetic attempt at an olive branch if you could even call it that.
Alfred sighs and pats you on the head before responding.
“Somehow it’s the youngest who requires the least supervision” he says to you, the giggle you let slip is something he hasn’t seen in all the time he’s known you.
OKOKOK No cause ure free to ignore this req if its too freaky ahh but..
Could.. we get sae smut..💔💔 any kind ure comfortable with cause i see you havent got any nsfw works yet..
omg im so embarrassed to even request this even when im anonymous
GIVE YOU THE WORLD — itoshi sae x reader
summary : sae adores you from the top of your head, to your very tippy toes– and tonight, he'll bare to you all of his love he's got to give
genre : SUPER DUPER suggestive, but in the end nothing explicit happens since i suck at writing smut, fluff, kinda giggly making out with sae, drabble-ish format, body worship bro body worship
tw/cw : i'd like to say mdni, but.. does this even count as smut.. , but for caution, if you ARE a minor, read at your own discretion please!♡
you land on the bed with a soft 'oof', giggling again when sae follows suit, placing both of his hands carefully on your side as he hovered above you
"what're you laughing at now?" he huffed, confused, furrowing his eyebrows the same way he did when in deep thought
"nothin.. nothin.." you brush off with a gleeful smile, sneaky hands drifting up to wrap sae's neck in a delicate embrace
sae hummed in response, leaning into your touch just enough to finally prompt you to pull him in for a kiss, placing a hand locked into the softness of his hair as your lips met his own
your lips parted naturally, welcoming his own as both your hearts skipped a beat or two, the rythym of it thumping against your chests restlessly like you two have never done this before
his hand wanders, finding the curve of your hip and settles there for a moment, gripping onto it with all his gentleness. knowing he could be rough with it, could manhandle you like you were a doll
but he doesn't.
you're not somebody he tosses around, you're his lover, his own personal treasure– and he doesn't treat what's his like shit, especially the important things.
with herculean effort, he pulls away from your lips a minute later, giving you a moment to catch your breath, knowing that by now you probably needed it with how he took your damn breath away
your breath comes out in uneven huffs and sounds tired, but even then your eyes spoke of something.. different– something that told him this night was far from over
"you okay?" he asked, he always did that, in all his infuriatingly charming chivalry. he never let the heated moments distract him from what mattered most– you.
you giggle, again, for the nth time. a smile he'd kissed on you about to utter yet another joke
"you da real art" was all you said before you burst into uncontrollable laughter again, with sae only sighing before shaking his head. why did he even bother at this point?
"mmm.. i think you might be mistaken," sae begins ever so mysteriously, breaking your fit of laughter with curiousity for what he had to say "you're the real work of art here, mi vida."
oh.. those spanish pet names he had for you got you whipped so bad, what did that one even mean? didn't matter, especially when he spoke it in that low voice of his
man you were too easy
with a gentle tug and minimal effort from sae's end, he flips your position, so that you ended up on the apex of his thighs and he'd be right beneath you
his hands stay still, locked in on your hips until one wanders up to hold your cheek in a soft caress "you know i mean that, right?"
"mean what?" you quipped, curious about his words until he'd brought his face closer to yours, close enough to brush against your own but somehow so painfully far away from your lips.
"that you're a work of art," he spoke so softly, a hushed whisper, as if this moment was sacred. a relief of pressure from constantly being fawned over by the world
because here, with you, he's not japan's national treasure, not a new generation 11 member, not any of those titles. he's just sae.
and because of that, he can be as corny as he wants and get away with it too!
"you're beautiful mi amor" he begins, leaning in impossibly closer "your eyes are beautiful" sae hums, eyelashes tickling your own from the proximity as you replied with a giggle
"your nose is beautiful" he places a tender kiss at the curve of it, the shape of your nose scrunching at the gesture as you smiled wider than ever
his lips meet yours as it makes a slow path downwards "your lips are beautiful" sae murmurs followed by a brief, chaste kiss
"your neck is beautiful." a giggle comes out of you at how serious he sounded when saying that, his head arched down to trail kisses down there too
he continues the slow, intimate ritual, making his way down as far as he could while sitting up. muttering praises along the way that flattered your cheeks a shade of pink
".. okay sae.. i get it.." you giggle, this time a bit more nervous instead of actual laughter, and he just smirks at the anticipation of what he plans to say next.
"hm, your clothes are pretty too, but they have to come off" sae whispers this much more quietly, a cheeky grin– or atleast the most cheekiness he could express– tugged his lips up at your reaction
you punch his chest lightly, as if to scold him, since when did sae learn the art of such flirtation?
"you're awfully bold, aren't you?" you joked, knowing that with all his ego it came with a bold attitude you knew you'd never find in another. it made you roll your eyes at it in the best way possible
"i'm not being bold, i'm loving you." he fired back, fingers curled into the hem of your shirt in hesitation. looking back up at you with the unspoken question in his eyes
you smile and get all giddy at the sight, how does he make consent so sexy?
he makes his move after your nod, carefully pulling your shirt up and off, before tossing it away with a carelessness that belied the gentle touch he'd removed it with
then slowly after a few more kisses, your pants go after.
after a couple more minutes of his irritating yet romantic gestures, his shirt comes next
and finally, his own pants, after you grumble and push him to just hurry along with it
now here you both are, staring into each other's eyes like the two dumbfounded lovers you were, clad in nothing but the underwear beneath the layers of clothing he'd taken a while sheathing off of you both
with not a clue on what to say, you speak first
"... hi"
sae raises an eyebrow at that and huffs out the most laughter you've ever heard from him in a while, resulting in annoyance from your end at his reaction
"what're you laughing for?" this time, you're the one asking that question, and he only chuckles harder at the parallel
so, in a desperate attempt to stop the embarrassment you kiss him, hard, with enough pressure to get him to shut up
you love the rare moments of laughter he graces the world with, but right now? not at your expense.
his hands glide down to the curve of your bottom, not at all caught off guard by the suddenness and adapting quickly to the new pace you've set
and in between kisses as his fingers worked to unhook the clasp of your bra, you hear sae mutttering beneath his breath "i love you" over and over. a sincere mantra in name to his dedication for you
as if you didn't know that with enough clarity already.
a/n : this is actually so BUNS omg, i lowkey know i can write the smut part but i js dont feel it and whatever i wrote js sounds like 2020 wattpad smut instead💔
taglist : (not tagging anb since idk if this isn't your cup of tea 💔 im so shy to tag ygs in smth like this so yahoo)
