Can You Do 7 And 27 With Namjoon? And Congrats On The Milestone!!! You Truly Dserve It And More

Can you do 7 and 27 with namjoon? And congrats on the milestone!!! You truly dserve it and more ♡

ofc, juju! tysm for requesting <3 i hope you'll enjoy this one!

7 - “i heard my crush on you was obvious, apparently.”

27 - “i’m sorry for watching you tolerate it.”

i love seeing you from my pov - namjoon x reader

"shhh, she's coming this way, shut it people."

yoongi doesn't think he's seen namjoon smile this widely, dimples on full display, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. a gentle "hi" along with a "wanna sit with us for lunch?" and when you nod in return, he practically yeets taehyung out of his seat, softly patting the seat next to him. you chuckle, amused at his duality. yoongi resists the urge to cover his mouth with his hand, shocked at how lovey-dovey his friend is acting. apparently, its not acting, because it's the same way he acts his dog moni, all mushy and a puddle of goo.

namjoon is clinging onto every word you're saying, adding his own insights, which makes you rant more about some magic library book you read. slowly, one by one, the boys sigh and pick at their food, tired of namjoon not speaking up and telling you what he was telling them a few moments ago before you arrived.

"can you believe it? moni and her get along so well! i couldn't ask a better mother for my child," namjoon says dreamily, much to the disgust of his friends. "just tell her, man" seokjin groans, "we're tired of you ranting about her night and day! all you have to do is walk up to her, tell her you like her and live happily ever after."

namjoon's face drops at his hyung's blunt words, “i’m sorry for watching you tolerate it.” he says quietly. yoongi glares at seokjin, sliently reprimanding him. "all he's saying is, maybe you should tell her" he starts slowly, "keeping her in the dark and not letting her know may result in something you both don't want," yoongi says wisely. namjoon nods, suddenly perking up and being all smiles. yoongi just hopes he finally tells you what's been on his mind and heart all this while.

it's you who makes the first move, surprisingly.

"hey, do you wanna come with me to the boba shop later? i got their premium card and i could use someone to help me get a discount."

everyone's looking at namjoon now, food long forgotten. namjoon catches their stares, sliently urging him to say yes and get the damn discount. also, get them boba teas while he's at it.

he looks back at you, unfamiliar glint of hope in your eyes. he nods, offering to take you there. the whole group roars at that suggestion, jimin hastily shoving the keys in your hand, knowing the last vehicle namjoon had driven was a go-kart. said man scoffs at their reaction, mumbling he was just gonna pay for the cab fare.

on the way to the boba shop, namjoon offers you various tips and tricks to get you discounts, saying he's an expert at getting what he wants. turns out, he's right. he's also happily sipping and chewing the boba in front of you, which he got at more than half the price.

"so, joonie," you start, "i've been talking to your friends and-" namjoon suddenly coughs, seemingly choking on a boba ball. you rush and pat his back, settling into the chair next to him. you giggle, "why have you been talking them?" he asks, voice a bit scratchy. you shrug, "they've been trying to talk to me, so last week taehyung, jimin and jungkook forcefully sat me down and uh," you fidget with the loose threads on your beige cardigan, “i heard my crush on you was obvious, apparently.”

hold the *censored* up.

you??? have?? a crush??? on him?!?!?

why? when? where? how? what-

"can you please say something," you chuckle, seeing his eyes dart between you and your fidgeting fingers. how could he be so oblivious? every thing falls into place now, the times you would stay up with him over zoom so you could finish your homework, get him an extra pen because he always asks you, he could go on.

he smiles that smile, your favourite smile. you know namjoon wants to know the W's of your crush on him. if only he could see, from your point of view, he's the loveliest person you could ever meet. gentle yet clumsy, goofy but serious when it comes to something serious, loving but can also be hella annoying. you hold his hand, intertwine them tightly as if to say, "i'll tell you everything."

ASSumption: you will start writing smut once you will turn 18.

Oh gosh i have alot of assumption lol, but this will be the last one!

i actually did have thoughts about it,,, but it was back when I was still finding what I was comfortable in and what suited me the best

now i think im just gonna stick to fluff and angst,,, maybe the occasional lemon (if necessary !!!)

I'll come back to this when I'm 18 hehe

Germ 🖤🦠

Hi👋🏽 just wondering if you received my request? I was with prompts 1, 49, & 92. Where JK is sick with a cold/flu and is super clingy/needy and the reader ends up getting sick too, so their sick together.

hey there, anonie 👋🏽! i did receive your request but because of my ongoing exams, i am very slow in putting content out. give me some time and it'll be out today, maximum tmrw since i just started working on it today. hope you understand ^^

how sad is it, that i'm dancing alone? - ex!spy!loki x bibi

"you look...dead"

"it's 45 degrees outside, bibi."

loki rubs and opens his eyes to find a messy haired bibi, judging him over her glasses. he can vividly remember the day she got them, gushing over how she looked like a typical kid in their early teens. she's all grown up now, he has too, he has noticed.

he blinks his eyes to see her more clearly, only to find himself squinting at fine dust particles. he sighs, the heat still evident in the room, including her presence.

he monotonously checks his phone, just to leave everyone on seen, not even bothering to reply to even his closest friends. he doesn't want anything to do with them, they remind him of simpler times. times when he wasn't staring off into space, times when he had someone on his bad days, times when he had someone by his side.

his phone keeps notifying him with various notifications, calling him back to his old job. how could he, without his partner-in-crime by his side? he vowed he would never go back, find himself a better job to help the world in a better way. it would be easy for his superiors to replace his partner, it would be easy to keep up his walls around them, not let them even through the tiniest crack, just like how bibi did.

she didn't slip through the gaps, no, that's highly uncharacteristic of her. she crashed them down, making them hubris. pulling up a depressed and frankly unimpressed loki, she showed him that, how many every gloomy clouds in the sky, the sun would always shine through.

he memorized everything she said, she did. he could map the freckles and acne on her face, drawing them with a black marker on her face, proudly showing off his newly found constellations, much to the amusement of bibi.

loki never thought someone would love him the way she did. they met in an unfortunate place, fortunately fell in love. for whatever reason they met, they loved, they lived. loki never opened himself immediately to her, still, she chose to never let go. he always prayed that she would be happy, cherished the days she was by his side, silently wishing and hoping that he could do that forever.

wishing? a childish concept to him. hoping? equally so. but he wished and hoped this was a fever dream, that he would wake up with continuous pillow hits to his face, that when he opens his eyes, he would see his love standing in front of him, cheeky smile adorning her face.

for whatever reason he owes to the higher ups, he's glad that he met someone like her. that he had the chance of loving someone so wonderful. he's glad that she was there during his blissful and weary days. for whatever reason he hates the higher ups, he hates that she was taken away so quickly from him. he hates that it was in the same unfortunate place that he lost her. it happened so quickly, like how a bullet is released from it's grip from the gun.

memories of her play like a broken record, like the one bibi had bought from an antique shop, forcefully placing his hands on her waist, dancing to creaky old tunes the record crooned. he dances alone now, a drink in his calloused hand to keep him company, traces of her all over his place. he's back where he started now, alone.

a/n: tbh, would've preferred to write a dead loki, but i asked, @biancablack2474 said it would rather be her. she asked, i delivered. here's a fic dedicated to you, bibi !!! pls don't be a spy ahahah :P

idk if you like these type of songs or not, but here's some song recs, i hope you like it tho!

let me know what you think...? okayyy~!! (that jungkook's ok lol)

i dont mind hearing anything ^^ thanks for this toobz <3