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[prettydeadwriter]

Bolin x Plus Size!Reader

a / n : in this mini HCS it's mainly just how I think he'd be with a plus size / overweight reader !! I'm personally plus size / overweight n thought this would be a sweet little treat for the other bigger people who love this dork

I will say this is kinda all over the place. it's 4:30 am, I'm sleepy and shaky bc of insomnia n this is mainly just some sweet fluff. most is just them in their relationship too :3

Let's be honest this boy will love just about anyone. doesn't matter looks as much as it does personality.

when he first meets you how you hold yourself — whether confident or shy — he takes interest!! this boy bout falls in love with you when you hug him for the first time months into the blooming friendship.

Bolin can understand insecurity. he sometimes feels he isn't enough either so if you're insecure about your chubby body, or your possibly any part of your body that you've deemed 'too big', he's very understanding and suggests talking to him about it.

he really cares, he wants to be there for you like you are for him so when he notices this insecurity he's quick to tell you he's there.

"just so you know, you can always talk to me you know?"

once you feel comfortable telling him about these insecurities — if you have them — he's listening with a caring stare and a hand on yours as he listens so intently. he never forgets what you said and always tries to pay attention to the parts you're insecure about, said parts becoming his absolute favorites when he looks at you.

if you're not insecure he doesn't mind either!!! he loves that you view yourself so well and that it doesn't affect you!! it makes him extremely happy that you're comfortable in your own skin because it means you're not struggling with this specific part. if you struggle occasionally and Bolin learns of this he's quick to come to comfort and remind you how pretty you are.

dates are fun!! he loves park dates but he prefers a nice date at home. don't get him wrong he loves going out to eat, he loves showing you off even more. but having the comfort of sitting on the couch, eating something homemade or takeout, maybe a mover is put on or you're both listening to the radio while cuddling.

Bolin himself , in my opinion , has a bit of a chub on his belly. it's more like muscle that's soft that looks like chub than actual chub/fat but still. he almost giggles if you like to play with his 'chub', even finds it affectionate when you do it and often will give you kisses in return

his favorite activity ever to do is to cook together. personally I don't think he's a great cook, ask him to cook something and it's likely a little burnt but he can boil water!! though seriously he's an ok cook, he's better at being the one to chop things up and let you cook than being the one seasoning or mixing things up.

he loves to hold you from behind with his hands holding your sides softly while he rocks you both side to side as you'd focus on cooking the meal. he'd finished prepping all the ingredients for you a couple moments ago and now continued his routine of cuddling you, rocking side to side like her always did. it was always comforting and a nice way to spend time together.

he loves to be the big spoon with you!! he loves to hold you close and softly pepper the back of your neck in kisses as he focuses on helping you fall right to sleep.

to be continued maybe :3

uhmmm this is kinda short iggg

please like + reblog if you wanna, I appreciate anything that comes my way

this'll be reposted on AO3 once I get an acc since it'll take till april 14th for me to get the invite so ugh,,

otherwise - ask to repost my works , I may be willing to officially repost them myself but yea!!

hope you all enjoyed this, good night 🫶🏻

[justa-moth]

this is an incredibly niche thing that will appeal to maybe like one other jrwi fan, but:

what crew i think various riptide characters would be on if they were tech theatre kids

because why not :]

Jay: - oh Set Crew for SURE dude - shes the head carpenter - she knows how to use every tool in the shop - she's the one helping the newbies learn said tools - she'll yell at you to be safe but also do the worlds most unsafe things - she probably gets thrown on fly rail alot and is bitter about it because she'd rather move stuff on stage

Chip: - Set - Now he might not be great at it - but he would just really enjoy using the power tools - (and Jay would be on his ass about it constantly because he is Not safe like at ALL) - he probably gets put on like the super heavy set piece for a scene change and will do nothing but complain about it

Gillion: - ok this one was hard - i dont think hes set crew - but i do think hes usually been crowned the official Heavy Set Piece Mover - just because hes the theatres resident Strong Man - honestly i think he's scared of most of the power tools tbh jhkfsdjhk - he's probably just general stage crew, aka just the jack of all trades guy that any of the crews can use if they need an extra hand - (however he never helps any of the crews that require like a steady hand, like makeup, costume, or props, just bc of how big and clunky he is hjkfsdjkh)

Queen: - probably props or makeup/costume - theyre utterly terrified of ANY power tools and will avoid the shop like the PLAGUE - she probably really enjoy just sitting and working on small details for props while they blare music - (she is also the person in the theatre with the BEST music tastes, literally the best rehearsal playlist) - you look away from queen for maybe an hour and he will come back with the most intricate and beautifully designed prop - and it ends up having maybe 5 seconds of screen time and will have to get deconstructed once shows over

Gryffon: - okay so he's the guy that everyone thought would be the resident strong man when he joined the theatre. - and while technically he is, this poor man finds a way to break fucking anything - working on a set piece? it will crumble when he walks in the room. - working on lighting? they lamps will explode - he's the murphys law man. if anything could go wrong, it Will if he's in the room - its gotten to the point where every show the theatre does a ritual to the Theatre Gods in hopes that gryffon's powers of Pure Destruction may be nullified long enough for them to actually get shit done - he probably just gets put on fly rail because thats the only thing he hasn't managed to break

Alphonze: - Lighting / Sound for SURE - i would trust this man to operate the board - he's literally a god at programming cues, hes always on time - he cuts the mic out the SECOND the actor leaves the stage, he gets mic problems fixed INSTANTLY - if somethings wrong with a light, he IMMEDITAELY knows how to fix it - he is essentially the Antichrist to gryffon's destructive power - its the Theatre Superstition that if Alphonze and Gryffon are in the same room for too long it'll cause a singularity

Lizzie: - Set or maybe even Stage Manager - she's probably stage manager, but like only hangs out with techies - because being in the room with the cast and their songs for too long makes her just actually wanna die - shes super chill, but then tech week hits and she means BUISNESS - her ass gets things DONE - they could be in any stage of the creative process, and lizzie will find a way to speedrun it in the best and most efficient way possible

Caspian: - Makeup / Costume - like i imagine him helping people do their makeup in the dressing rooms before show - he would also be that one poor head costume manager helping the main character with the worlds most stressful quick change - or the poor mf who has to speed safety pin someones clothes together because it ripped mid performance

Marshal John: - literally THE set guy, aside from Jay - you need something heavy moved quickly? get john - power tools broken? get john - literally any problem that could easily be solved by a Big Strong Man? john. - he, like gillion, is the other Resident Strong Guy - however all prop people know to never get NEAR him, because this poor man has a way of literally just breathing on a prop and causing it to shatter - he's just big and clunky and can't handle delicate things

Drey and Finn: - the resident Uncles of the theatre - they don't work there - but theyre there to support their Kids TM - drey probably donates random pieces of furniture to the set department - and finn makes BANGER meals for the crew when it gets closer to performance - and they work like 12+ hours without eating - finn will MAKE SURE these poor kids get their nutriants

Earl: - in the same vein, he's also just one of the resident Uncles - once before a performance earl didn't make them juice - and literally Everything went wrong - so now everyone is convinced that Earl's juice is Magical and Blessed - and if the theatre doesn't get blessed by his juice, everyone fears for their life - Earl uses this to his advantage, and will actively threaten people to drink his juice by saying like "if you don't drink this i'll make sure that chandelier breaks right before the finale!!" - and the poor set crew kids just start SWEATING

[bigassmoonchild]

it is i again

since that anon with the crochet request gave me an idea

can we have the 141 reaction to wool stockpile

i once had over 350 spare balls of wool { down to like 50 now} and my current partner was concerned

tumblr didn’t delete any of it this time 🥳🥳. thank you so much for the request, i actually really enjoyed writing this!!

much love queen 🫶🫶

(the 141 and you are already dating bc i said so)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

it wasn’t often he was able to come by your home, considering you lived a bit further than he usually likes to drive after a mission. but there were a few times when he was able to, although he was still growing comfortable in the house. like a stray cat.

you’d been making some cookies, as simon had brought over some food he’d made earlier in the day. ‘hey si, can you grab me a new shirt? i got some egg on this one,’ you asked him, washing your hands after handling said eggs.

he gave you a little grunt of affirmation, standing and entering your room. in front of your dresser, he stood for a few moments contemplating which drawer your shirts were in.

opening the top, he was quick to close it after seeing a few lacy items. the next one down gave him a better look, but as he reached for one of the shirts he noticed something sticking out from under one.

picking up the shirt, he blinked a few times while staring at the balls of wool (or was it yarn?) that filled the entire drawer.

‘hey doll,’ he called down, leaning around the door frame. you gave him a hum, looking up front where you began putting the dough on the tray. ‘why do you ‘ave so much yarn?’

‘it’s wool,’ you answered, wiping your hands off on the towel nearby and walking to the room. ‘you weren’t really supposed to see all that,’ your face was flushed and you grabbed one of the shirts on top.

closing it, he looked around. ‘you’ve got anymore interesting things hidden around here?’ he asked you, beginning to dig through some drawers and the closet.

huffing a laugh, you smiled softly after changing shirts. god, he was a stray cat who was finally getting comfortable.

Captain John Price:

most days price was on leave, you would be over by his flat. most days price wasn’t on leave, you were over there. you’d been dating nearly a year at this point, and he’d finally asked you to move in.

he was helping pack up your essentials, taking some time to watch you tape up the boxes you’d already organized. he had taken care of the kitchen, finding any utensils he didn’t have and stashing them in a box.

you’d also needed him to just clear the top shelf.

by the time it was getting late, he was grabbing the last box left. the movers would be in for the rest of the bigger items the next day, but this box was oddly light for it’s size.

‘hey love, what’s in this one?’ he called out, dropping in front of the door. you had just come around from the bathroom, peeking at what he’d grabbed.

he saw your eyes widen and you moved quickly towards it. ‘hey, no, if this is in my flat i should know what’s in it,’ he pulled you into a tight hug and spun you around, stopping you from getting the box and listening to your laugh.

looking down at you, he gave a cheeky smile. ‘is it what i’m thinking it is?’ you pushed away from him, huffing at him. you stood as he pulled the tape off, rather excited at what he’d find.

‘oh,’ he sounded so sad as he looked upon the box full of wool. ‘that’s not as interesting as i thought,’ and he closed the box. it was embarrassing to you, having him see your stash like that.

he didn’t need to know about the small box you’d hidden in the box of bedding.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

the mission was a long one. tiring and grueling, all he wanted was to fall into bed next to you back in his apartment. when he came upon his door, he’d noticed a package waiting there.

thinking nothing of it, gaz brought it in and began to open it up before you’d come barreling out of the bedroom.

‘kyle!’ you shouted, lunging for a hug that he willingly pulled you into and swung you back and forth in his arms. pressing his head deep into your neck, he sighed heavily.

muffled by your hair and skin, he gave you a small greeting. ‘you order something?’ he huffed through your hair. you gave a little hum before looking upon the box and scrambling to grab it.

‘maybe,’ you whispered and nearly disappeared with the box, with how tired gaz was he didn’t think anything of it.

he always woke up before you, and allowed himself the pleasure of watching you sleep. he softly ran his fingers along your skin, feeling the warmth spread through him.

standing, gaz took a deep breath and ventured to the kitchen to make you a coffee. as he was making it, he caught the box out of the corner of his eye. sitting in the office.

carefully, to avoid waking you, he walked over to it and peeked inside. what he wasn’t expecting was a box filled past the brim with wool and yarn. pretty colors mixed together, the texture soft against his calloused hands.

he heard your footsteps grow closer. ‘i’m sorry,’ you whispered. ‘didn’t mean to order that much, didn’t notice until after they’d shipped it,’ you told him.

pulling you into a hug, he pressed a kiss to your temple. ‘y’can buy all the wool in the world and i wouldn’t think anything of it,’ you gave him a little laugh at that.

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish:

while you weren’t yet living together, he practically lived in your apartment. when he was on leave, your place was the first he would go to. ‘gotta make sure my girl knows when i’m available,’ he told you once when you’d asked.

one early morning, just before the sun was fully risen, he had been able to finally get away to come to you. he checked your mail, as per usual, before grabbing the large (but surprisingly light) box.

taking the stairs two at a time, he was able to unlock the door and walk in, greeting the little cat you’d adopted off the streets. dropping the box on the table, he kicked his boots off and walked in your room.

just watching for a few minutes, he admired how calm you looked. so, he climbed in and began pressing kisses against you, finally waking you.

‘hi, bug,’ you whispered softly. leaning up to give him a little kiss and lazily opening your eyes. he smiled at you, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before climbing back out of bed.

‘y’got a package, bug,’ he told you and you hummed, stretching along the bed. you met him in the main kitchen area, tugging the tape off of the box and throwing a few balls of wool on it.

and then more. and more. his brows furrowed, watching as you slowly dumped out each ball nearly one by one.

dropping the box off the table once it was done, you sat down and began organizing them into piles of colors. he watched on, slightly surprised but still adoring you as you moved.

he gestured to everything. ‘what’s all this for?’ he asked and watched as you blinked tiredly at him. you gave a little hum, rubbing your eyes softly.

‘j’s some projects i’ve got going on,’ you answered and began walking them into the art room. he followed suit, watching as you pulled a few baskets out of their spots and filled them with the colors.

johnny made a sound of surprise, looking at the amount you had. ‘christ, bug, i’d think you were hoarding them if i knew better,’ and you gave him a sleepy smile.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

nhw greats powersets and trigger events <3 finally making this post bc i keep talking about them and in my head im like yeah everyone knows about min double trigger event everyone knows alphonz dissociative breaker state this is common knowledge wdym!!! and then i remember i have not discussed it At Length in a full post i have only discussed it with ros and mac. throws them at you like a softball

Strider (hero name Bracer)

lived in foster homes for most of his life and aged out of the system. ended up homeless on the streets for a good few years and lived under near constant stress. he triggered when he got followed around the city by a gang of asshole rich kids and got beat the fuck up!! badly!!! he didn’t originally want to be a hero, but virion’s dad found him and asked him to help protect the city with him and flora

mover 2: uses short bursts of super speed/strength to travel short distances, can be used for climbing, jumping, running, etc. bursts of enhanced speed/strength last for a few seconds at most, and needs a few seconds of rest in between each burst

thinker 5: has an innate sense of most enemies' physical vulnerabilities just by looking at them and can deduce the best way to take them down in seconds

striker 3: enhanced reflexes. deflects attacks faster than any human should be able to. uses bursts of speed/strength to deliver harsh hits to weak points. often uses knives, brass knuckles, and other short range weapons to add more punch behind his blows

stranger 5: similar to pd william's “hide in plain sight” ability (or imp from worm's powers). may be seen but not noticed. blends in perfectly with a crowd. no one questions his presence and doesn't realize he's not supposed to be somewhere unless they REALLY think about it. he’s very hard to focus on, especially if the people he's around are focused on other things. he can't always control this power and may occasionally go unnoticed and ignored in his own group until he purposely makes his presence known. could literally stand in front of a villain's face and they would just talk over him unless they stopped to Really Think About It

Grayson (hero name Gauntlet)

second gen cape!! mother was a cauldron cape tinker who specialized in medieval architecture and father was a case 53 cauldron cape hero in new haven. his parents were separated and he often stayed with his mother, who was typically too busy to pay much attention to him. this resulted in him playing around the towers of their castle when he was ten, falling out the window of an unfinished tower, and breaking his ankle. he stayed on the ground alone and screamed for his mother until his voice was hoarse and triggered half an hour after the initial fall. upon triggering, some of his father's physical traits manifested, and he gained small horns, fangs, claws, and a tail

tinker 4: specializes in medieval armor and weapons, can incorporate technology and modern materials into creations for greater protection and damage. makes armor and weapons for alphonz, gus, and strider (and himself ofc). no other powers aside from that but is still quick, light on his feet, and very capable in battle. not to be underestimated!!!

Ram (hero name Bullseye)

he lived in houston texas as a teenager/young adult. he was Really Fucking Stupid in college and drunkenly played russian roulette with a group of close friends. the bullet changed places many times throughout the game as the gun changed hands, and by the time it got to the last of their friends, they thought the bullet was in another chamber and that he'd be safe. ram's friend ended up accidentally shooting himself, and ram triggered immediately!!! solstice and gauntlet traveled to texas at solstice's recommendation and ended up recruiting him

thinker 5: enhanced visual perception. can't help but pay attention to dozens of small details up close, so small things moving and people fidgeting are incredibly distracting and can be very overwhelming. perception is much better used from distances, where he can perceive small details in order to gain information or pick targets. near perfect accuracy when shooting targets from distances up to 30 meters (~100 ft)

tinker 3: proficient with guns. not good at inventing new kinds of guns or making them from scratch, but he can repair and upgrade any kind of existing firearm. immediately proficient in handling/shooting any new firearm he's given

Min (hero name Icewalker)

she lived in a nice city on the east coast called ranz <3 she'd been studying physics and math in college and was walking back to her dorm with her Good Normal Friend peter sqloint when it started to rain, and then the attack happened and everything went to shit!! she triggered when leviathan directly attacked her college and she saw the bodies of her dead classmates, gaining her hydrokinesis powers. tide found her and directed her to a shelter, but the shelter was attacked and destroyed as well, collapsing around her and trapping her legs under the rubble, and she immediately triggered a second time and gained her changer abilities. the greats freed her from the rubble and got her somewhere safe and she decided to move to fauna with them

shaker/blaster 7- hydrokinesis. controls water in a similar way to tide, but can also change the state of the water she controls by freezing or evaporating it at will, allowing for long distance attacks with ice. limited to a radius of 50m (~160ft)

changer 6: can change parts of her body into water, ice, or vapour, but never the vital parts like anything in the head or torso. often uses abilities to summon ice spikes all over her body for protection, change limbs to ice blades to fight, or partially turn into vapour or water to avoid getting hit. often extends her legs into tall spikes of ice and walks around towering over buildings like some horrifying harbinger of icy death <3

Chungus (hero name Barbarian)

okay fuck you his name is gus and chungus is a mean nickname from school. he only lived with his mother and was held back multiple times in school. he was bullied horribly for this!!! he did a lot of sports but being the best wrestler on the team did not save his ass from teenage cruelty. his trigger event happened after gym class one day, when he waited to be alone in the locker room to take a shower, but a group of other students came back in as soon as he was undressed and beat the shit out of him. badly!!! he triggered in the middle of it, and when they decided they were done and left him there, he went home and skipped the rest of the school day. solstice eventually found him and recruited him

Brute/Changer 4-8: similar to lung from worm, in that he gets stronger the longer a fight goes on. goes from being able to lift up a truck to being able to potentially lift an entire building. his body gets bigger than it already is, muscles get stronger, and his skin gets tougher and harder. it doesn't become completely invulnerable, but simple weapons like knives won't break skin. injuries heal at a much faster rate, healing almost less than a second after they're made, and could even reattach dismembered limbs if he's quick enough. killing him late in a fight would likely take decapitation, bisection, or some other form of dismemberment that severs his vital organs from each other, and even then he will be conscious for much longer than a normal person would be before dying

Alphonz (hero name Justice)

he lived in a midwestern city and was a Good Little Catholic Boy <3 then the simurgh attacked on a random sunday while he was in church and he lost his entire family, and he triggered!! he went. a little off the rails, believing his powers came from god, and he threw himself into religion and devoted himself to getting stronger with the intent to rid the world of fear and destruction, with his end goal being to one day fight the simurgh and kill her himself. some of the greats were there for the simurgh attack, and they found him in the remains of his church dissociated as hell and in his breaker state, and stuck with him through the entire quarantine period. while he hasn't been talked down from wanting to kill the simurgh, he has been convinced to take his training slow and focus on bettering the world on a smaller scale in fauna (at least for now)

breaker 8/blaster 5: his body turns into light in his breaker form. the air around him within a 5m (~16ft) radius heats up, and light around him bends and gets sucked towards him like he’s at the centre of a black hole. shapes of light may begin to form around him, throwing off the perception of those looking at him. if he's in his breaker state long enough, he may form wings of light. can touch things in his breaker state, but his touch burns. can also turn into completely intangible beams of light, and can fire superheated rays of light from his hands. becomes emotionally volatile in breaker state, which will lead to him either being very quick to anger and impulsive, or being unresponsive and dissociated. he may involuntarily enter his breaker state if he's afraid, upset, or otherwise distressed. finds it very hard to leave his breaker state!!

[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 81

Ayla gave the Erens an hour to leave their house. The movers are going to come and move the furniture out of the house. Ayla didn't tell Sengul that she sent the man who stole her money. The movers put all of the furniture in the garden. The Erens went to Sengul's sister house but she already had guests so only Sengul and Umutcan could stay. The rest went to Tolga's house but Tolga and Doruk weren't there because they took Bahar to the hospital.

Berk called Aybike. He sensed that something was wrong with her. Aybike told him that his mom bought their house and kicked them out.

Berk:”You’re probably joking so I can come to you. My mom wouldn’t go this far”

He just couldn’t believe that his mom would do that. Aybike told him to go ask his mom. 

Berk was so pissed at his mom. When he confronted her, Ayla acted like what she did was completely normal. She told him that Sengul put her house up for sale and she bought it, she did nothing wrong. She didn't tell him that she tricked Sengul into selling her house. Obviously, she doesn't want him to find out the truth bc she knows he will be pissed and their relationship will be ruined. Berk left the house angry and went to the Erens house. He saw that their stuff are outside in the garden. He called Aybike but she didn't want to answer. Aybike said that she's not in the mood to talk to him and Oglucan told her that Berk is not to blame for what his mom did. Berk called Oglucan and asked him where they went. Aybike told Oglucan to lie. Oglucan said that they are staying with their dad's friend. 

Berk:”I am so ashamed, I don't know what to say but believe me I didn’t know that something like this happened otherwise I would’ve never allowed it ”

Oglucan:”It’s okay, don’t be sad, we know you, don’t worry”

Aybike:*nods*

I loved this small detail of her nodding and agreeing to what Oglucan said to Berk ❤️️

That night, the Erens spent the night at an abandoned warehouse.

The next morning, Emel went to school with the others bc she got sick. Berk apologized a thousand times to everyone for what his mom did 🥺 

It looked like Aybike held his hand but the camera didn’t film it.

He asked them if they were going to stay at Orhan’s friend’s house today too but Emel told him that they stayed in an abandoned house the night before. Berk was surprised. The kids thought about what to do to make some quick money so they can at least stay at a hotel and decided that they will sell some things (clothes, toys, cake....) and AsDor will sing a song. They managed to make some money. Here is what Ayber were doing while the others were working 😂

Unfortunately, while they were standing in front of the hotel, a kid stole Oglucan's bag (the money was in that bag) and they couldn't catch him so they went to Tolga's house and spent the night there.

The next day, Orhan went to Gunul's restaurant. She made him an offer at the beginning of the episode. She will help him catch the man who scammed Sengul if he gets back with her. Orhan accepted her offer. Gunul called Sengul and told her that Ayla was the one who sent the man who scammed her. She told her that she will go the police station with her and give her testimony about this. Sengul went to Ayla’s house and told her that she found out about what she did and she will report her to the police. Ayla told her that everything she did was for her son and begged Sengul to hear her out because she doesn't want to leave her son without a mother. Ayla gave Sengul her house back (The deed of the house is in Sengul’s name) and told her to keep Aybike away from Berk but Sengul replied:”I will not get involved in those things” and I just love her response 😂 Can we interpret this as a sign that Sengul does not hate Berk anymore??? Berk has a scene with Snegul and Orhan in ep 82 or 83  and I am so curious about what the scene is about. It can’t be something bad like “you need to break up with Aybike rn!” because obviously, Ayber’s relationship doesn’t bother Sengul anymore.

In the teaser, it looked like Berk found out about how his mom send someone to scam Sengul and decided to leave the house.

Berk: “I don't want to talk to you any more, nor do I want to see your face.”

Berk never spoke to his mom like that 😬 He could be going to Tolga’s house since Doruk is also there. 

Overall, this episode was good and I can tell that the next ep will also have some action. I can’t wait to see Aybike’s reaction to Berk leaving his house.

[raviniaraven]

I went over to my old apartment today to clean and prep for the movers on Friday, and decided to take a quick nap on my bed while I was there (bc I've been sleeping on the floor in a blanket/pillow/stuffed animal pile) and I think I didn't realize the toll that not sleeping in a bed was taking on me bc I just took a full on 4 hour sleep instead of a power nap

[novinare]

Cam wants the k from Will. Or Scott. Or both bc he's a greedy boy tonight idk

kiss roulette! // @heretoboogie // accepting

17. an upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

By the time Cam came back to their room from therapy, there was no sign of Scott. Their makeshift blanket fort still dominated the middle of the room, because apparently Nurse Hatchett had decided not to make the orderlies take it down.

Yet. Again.

Sure, he might be out in the common room, watching tv with some of the other patients, but more likely?

Scott grinned to himself as he heard Cam moving around the room. His fingers were growing numb from being pressed flat to the shingles, but it would be worth it. Now he just had to wait for Cam to come close to the window and..

"Gotcha!"

Like some kind of upside-down imp, Scott hung upside down from the shallow ledge over the window, and stole a quick kiss. It was clumsy, and he almost missed Cam's mouth entirely... But Scott couldn't care less!

Stealing the second kiss went much smoother.

36. a kiss to the shoulder

Some mornings were just meant to be lazy. They were Will's favourite, when neither of them had anywhere pressing to be. He didn't have to be at the studio, and Cam's latest landscaping contract was finished-- and had been paid for with a minimum of fuss.

Fumbling for a tshirt-- and holding it up to his nose, definitely one of Cam's-- Will tugged it over his head and padded out to the main room, following the siren smell of coffee.

"Is there enough left for me, or can I bribe you to make more?" He asked from the doorway, rumpled and smiling in Cam's general direction.

Now that they had their house (more or less) unpacked, it was easier to follow the sound of Cam's voice over to their small kitchen. After the last week, he was looking forward to having fewer stubbed toes in future!

"But if I'm bribing you with kisses, then you can just pretend there isn't enough." He added, coming up behind Cam and wrapping his arms around his waist.

With a contented little hum, Will rested his cheek against Cam's back, and pressed a warm kiss over his shoulder blade. "Finally, a day just for us. No movers, no errands, no parents showing up unexpectedly, and no wedding planning."

"Just us. The rest of everything else can wait for tomorrow."

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Let go me...

[1kook]

disney+ & bust

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door.  warnings; arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of degradation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment, unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, return of mean jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf miscellaneous; ANGST, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count; 13k !!

notes; me: *writes couple who’s whole arc is being silly* y’all: MAKE THEM SUFFER GIVE US ANGST!! u ask I deliver so now we all suffer 😐 ngl it was hard writing this fic n u might notice there’s some parts that seem weird n that’s bc this was TWO fics w diff wording but I ended up mixing them bc I’m insane. still had a lot of fun! felt like I challenged myself!! not proofread bc when I say we suffer we SUFFER

please let me know what you think!!! a simple ask goes a long way <3

previous part: kissanime & foreplay

Approximately one week after The Bullet Bestie’s rise to prominence, Jungkook grows annoyed with it as his weirdly competitive nature rears its ugly head the more and more orgasms that little vibrator coaxes out of you. It turns on a weird switch in him, something slightly stuck up and snooty that he’ll never admit to out loud but is there nonetheless. By the following Friday, The Bullet Bestie is nestled deep in your garbage can and Jungkook’s back to pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers alone.

He had those moments in him, the ones where he liked to think he was better than any and everyone else, and occasionally they manifested against inanimate objects like a bullet vibrator.

Despite his polite and generally soft exterior, you catch glimpses of that cocky spirit more than anyone else. Over the past year, you’ve come to realize that Jungkook’s personality was like a coin that had been left out in the sun too long. He had this sweet and reserved nature you saw most times, a kindhearted boyfriend who adored you almost as much as you adored him. He was your angel whom you knew had a heart of gold, even if you were slowly bringing out his more childish tendencies. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what his mom’s favorite color was and how he liked to stack the plates in his cabinet according to size and make. It was a side that was rusted from years of being out in the sun, basking in its adoring warmth, and you loved every inch about it.

And still, there was this other side to him you rarely saw. This cocky asshole who hid beneath the soft smiles and careful hands, making his appearance only through sly smirks and a tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. He was a braggart, a man who knew his greatness yielded for no one and wanted that fact shoved down everyone’s faces. This Jungkook, this other side that never saw the light of day, was like the Hyde to his Jekyll. An unexpected, almost mean side to him that only dared make his appearance when his exhilaration was at an all-time high. Like when he was fucking you into another dimension, or kicking your ass in Mario Kart, or like now, when he was receiving an award at an annual tech ceremony.

On the eve of your one year anniversary, Jungkook’s company invites him to an awards ceremony for other web and app developers like him. It’s a grand event, filled with all the biggest nerds in the developing industry here to present the baby nerds with awards. Jungkook lies somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, both a seasoned player and a rookie all at once. He spends the night tolling you around in a floor-length gown and fangirling over all the “legends” in the room.

You know next to none of these people and none of their accomplishments but still pretend you respect them to hell and back. By the end of the main dinner, you’re sympathizing with Barbie’s ever-smiling features because your cheeks feel sore.

Towards the end of the night, Jungkook wins that random award— okay, who were you fooling? He wins the Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award, recognizing him for all the hard work you’ve seen him put in this past year. It’s probably the highest recognition he can receive at this point in his career. It was an esteemed award that was bestowed upon only the most innovative developer of the year among tech companies, something Jungkook had briefly mentioned he always wanted. It’s basically the equivalent of placing first place in his field, but given Jungkook’s competitive industry and his young age, you think it’s like telling all these old Facebook lords to suck his big fat cock. (But that was your job when you got home.)

He gives a short little thank you speech, promising to work hard and own up to this title. The people around you are swooning, obviously endeared with his soft puppy dog features and melodic voice. They don’t know him like you do, don’t know that uppity twist to his grin like you do. It doesn’t slip off his face even when he steps down off the stage, arms wide open as he comes barreling towards you. Even with you in his arms, the congratulations that are thrown from every direction ring loudly in his ears and swell that ego of his.

The night goes like that for the most part, Jungkook’s acquaintances approaching him every few minutes to rain down their praises. He goes a little crazy at the open bar after a while, shoving the gold trophy into your arms as his beloved work seniors whisk him off for drinks. You don’t mind because you resigned yourself to a night of playing Jungkook’s perfectly perfect partner anyway, watching him politely mingling with his coworkers. Despite his earlier success, you know he won’t brag about it verbally. No, he’ll wait until the two of you get home—your place or his—and remind you how amazing he is with a quick snap of his hips.

As you said, he’ll never boast aloud.

However, that doesn’t mean you won’t.

“That’s my boyfriend,” you explain to the seventh person that greets you that night, excitedly pointing to where said boyfriend was slowly losing all sense of self by the bar. You don’t know anyone here beside Jungkook, and you’re pretty sure no one in their hammered minds is going to remember who you are anyway, so a little gloating never hurt anyone. “He won the ‘I’m Better Than Everyone Else’ award tonight,” you emphasize to the tipsy woman beside you who only laughs at your exaggeration. You assume she’s like you, accompanying one of the many developers here, because as soon as you finish boasting about Jungkook she moves to brag about someone too.

Truth be told, you spend the whole night re-analyzing the Zootopia movie you saw on Disney+ the other night in your head. So if the little fox fellow didn’t control himself would the city have fallen to ruins? Why was the useless sheep girl so evil and bitter? Why was there an unreal amount of romantic tension between the fox and the rabbit? Whatever, you’ll have to rewatch it some other night, and with your new Disney+ account, you could watch it anywhere you wanted to.

Now, you had never bothered to purchase a Disney+ subscription or even tried to swindle Jungkook for his password before. As far as you know, Disney+ was filled with old tv shows from your childhood, sitcoms that made you laugh when you were ten. There’s nothing wrong with that, but personally, you were a firm believer that that which was perfect should not be touched once finished; in other words, you were utterly terrified you’d rewatch an old episode of The Wizards of Waverly Place, only to find out the same joke you’ve been regurgitating for the past ten years doesn’t actually go that way.

However, the harsh reality was that Disney+ was good for a few things. Ugh, you hate when giant corporations provide decent services. Aside from Zootopia, you’ve watched about every animated media on there as well, all of which you replay in your mind as Jungkook has the time of his life with these nerds, knocking back champagne glass after champagne glass.

Anyway, the night ends a little past midnight, and Jungkook who is buzzed on alcohol and high on exhilaration ends up calling an Uber for the two of you. Your apartment— the new one he had not only helped you hunt for but also helped you move into, greatly cutting the cost of movers out with those glistening biceps and thick thighs —is still going through her rebellious phase where the potted plants are trying to take over, courtesy of Kim Namjoon. So for now, there’s a potted plant in an awkward corner that both of you stub your toe against on your way to your bedroom.

You’re thinking Jungkook is going to go to town tonight, given the fact he’s on Cloud 9 and has had his ego stroked by a bunch of dudes for the past couple hours. Maybe you guys can try out the hot role-playing scenario you saw on GirlsWay a few weeks ago, or the handcuffs you impulsively bought from Amazon one Monday night. Or maybe, and this one really makes you flutter, he’ll let you fully take the reins for once.

All those lewd fantasies end up being for naught because just as you shimmy out of your gown (with the help of his hands, of course) and turn to climb him like a tree, he’s on the other side of the room getting your makeup remover out for you. And also talking. A lot. And way more than usual.

“Did you see him, babe?” he sighs, dare you to say, dreamily, handing you the cotton pads as he begins pulling a million pins out of your hair. Slowly and with a lot of confusion, you pull your fake lashes off and begin cleaning your face. “He was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, having absolutely no idea who ‘he’ is or why Jungkook is so in love with him and not you at this very moment. “But so were you,” you add. Perfect. Stroke his ego and then stroke his cock.

Jungkook sputters at your praise. He’s carefully placing your hairpins on your thigh, cheeks flaming red every time he leans over you. “Was I?” he murmurs, voice sweet in that cute little way it always gets when he’s downed one too many shots of whiskey, enough to be buzzed but not enough to be wasted.

You turn and the pins clatter to the floor and across the bedsheets. “Yes,” you confirm, ignoring his sad huff at the mess you’ve made. Instead, you grab him by the collar of that pink button-up he taunted you with all night. “You were fucking incredible and I think incredible men deserve to have their dick sucked.”

Jungkook laughs at your vulgar statement, holding you gently by the hips as you climb into his lap. “Is that so?” The soft, shy persona is gone now, replaced by the gentle stirring beneath his dress pants. You nod hurriedly, plopping down on his lap and running your hands through his styled hair.

“Yes,” you confirm, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Luckily for you, I know this nymphomaniac who would gladly gobble up your cock at your every command.”

He snorts just as you push him into his back, nose adorably scrunched up. “First of all, you know I hate that word,” he chuckles, finally gracing you with a sweet peck that only makes you want him to fuck you into the fifth dimension. “Secondly, please don’t ever say you’ll gobble my cock up ever again.”

Something inside of you squeals with excitement as he rolls the two of you over, firm body pressing down on yours. “Oh, baby,” you groan, lazily throwing a leg over his hip. Jungkook grins and then decides to entertain you for a few minutes with a sloppy kiss.

You say a few minutes because just as things are heating up, he pulls away. He smiles apologetically. “As much as I’d love to be here with you, I actually have an early morning tomorrow.”

You frown at the sudden change in events. “Huh? They’re gonna make you work the morning after a Gatsby party?” you gasp, sitting up as he gets off of you. With every step he takes away from the bed your heart breaks a little more. “They can’t do that— that’s illegal!”

From the doorway he levels you with a comically raised brow. “No, it’s not.”

You scamper after him down the hall, watch the muscles in his back flex as he pulls his suit jacket on. “You can’t work on our anniversary— that’s illegal!” you offer instead.

He stops at your front door, feet squeezed back into his shoes. “Baby, it’s not,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to peck your forehead. “It was either I work in the morning or work at night,” he explains, giving your messy hair a soothing caress. He’s looking at you with those eyes, the ones that make your heart lodge itself into your throat and make life a tightrope experience. There’s a devastatingly lovesick part of you that wants this moment, this kind face, to be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life. You want this to be the first and last thought you have and nothing else: just Jungkook’s adoring gaze on you for the rest of time.

The moment ends too soon when he flutters one last peck against your lips. “I’ll be done in the afternoon, okay?”

You pout. “Okay, your place?” you huff, making sure to get one last octopus squeeze around his waist. He nods. “Promise you won’t be late?”

The corners of his gaze soften. “You know I won’t,” he smiles, leaning down to bump your noses together playfully. “Can’t stay away from my pretty girl too long. Besides, I have a gift for you tomorrow.”

It’s with that sentiment and a hammering heart that you let him go. With Jungkook gone, there’s really nothing for you to do now. You took the next two days off in preparation for your anniversary sex, so you don’t have to head to sleep early like usual.

With nothing else planned, you decide on rewatching that Zootopia movie that had plagued you all night, ready to dissect every plot hole to hell and back. You don’t think Jungkook’s seen this movie yet so you add it to your long list of animated movies you’re forcing him to watch.

Part of you is actually really surprised Jungkook left. Well, kinda sorta, very, but not really. Jungkook was a good boy, that much was obvious. He took his job seriously, and if his job wanted him to come in at the asscrack of dawn, then he’d come in before the sun even rose. He was a goody-two-shoes, but even so, you were occasionally able to bring out that darker side in him.

Jungkook working, like actually working in an office setting, was pretty rare though. The dude had a chill job that let him stay home most of the time, and essentially clock in whenever he wanted. Every now and then you were able to convince him to stay, tucking him beneath your body or the covers, depending on the night, and refusing to let him go the morning after.

Once he had eaten you out until the wee hours of the day, ravenous between your thighs, and then went to work the next morning like he hadn’t broken you. Another time you had persuaded him into watching every season of the 2017 DuckTales reboot through the night. When the alarm had rung in the middle of the season finale, he had simply gotten into your shower and gone off to work.

So maybe you were a little confident in your skills, and Jungkook slipping between your fingers tonight was a huge bummer. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, you tell yourself, flinging your bra off somewhere in the corner as you snuggle back into your sheets. You’re ready to tear this Zootopia movie apart, scene by scene.

Even though your apartment is a little cold, you’re comforted by the fact Jungkook will be here to keep you warm all day tomorrow.

All men do is lie.

Despite his promise to come home early the next day, Jungkook ends up lying. The meeting he had been in all morning— the same one that had stopped you from getting bent like a pretzel the night before —drags on well past noon. Then, Kim Namjoon, AKA Jungkook’s favorite senpai in the entire world, catches wind of Jungkook’s success last night and absolutely has to take him out to lunch to celebrate.

You scoff, glaring down at your phone and the impulsive messages you’d sent out an hour ago when Jungkook had first texted you telling you he would be late.

You whirl around to stomp off in the direction of his living room, where all of yours and Jungkook���s favorite foods were growing colder by the minute. You had spent the longest time carefully laying them out, making sure the fried chicken was closer than the pizza but not closer than the breadsticks. Truthfully it’s a nightmare. There are about eight stomach aches worth of food sitting on his coffee table, the greasy stench makes you gag and will certainly stick to your hair for weeks, but none of that mattered because it was all for your beau.

Your very late beau who was making you grow more and more agitated with each minute that passed. Ugh! How inconsiderate of him to test your patience on a day like this. You didn’t want to be upset with him, but this was your first, real milestone as a couple with him. You had wanted to spend the whole day cuddled up, maybe finally tell him how much he really meant to you— definitely not waking up alone with eyeliner crusted eyes and an aching heart.

Deciding you’re being a little too dramatic, you head into the bedroom to calm down. This was fine, you tell yourself, carefully laying out the damn near harlotrous lingerie you had yet to put on. Jungkook would come over soon and everything would be A-okay.

Except for the part it’s actually F-not okay because soon it’s nearing sunset and the food has gone cold so you’ve stocked it into the fridge, and the pretty sheer bra has a wonky wire that’s two seconds away from piercing through your heart, but that doesn’t even matter because Jungkook being late for your all-day anniversary celebration has already ripped it to shreds anyway.  

You plop down on the couch in defeat, impulsively opening up the Disney+ app to cry through another episode of Phineas and Ferb. You’ve abandoned the satin robe that came with the lingerie in favor of donning a big t-shirt that smells like him and makes your heart hurt even more. The setting sun paints the living room in muted oranges, the chirping of birds outside the soundtrack to your lonely day.

You end up watching some other cartoon on Disney+, avoiding the Marvel section because you had promised Jungkook he could be there when you lost your Marvel virginity. Well, at least one of you was good at keeping promises, you think bitterly. For a second, you think about randomly watching one of the infamous MCU films out of order just to spite him. But then you think of that soft puppy gaze and how disappointed he’d be in you.

Whatever! It wouldn’t ever match up to the way you felt now.

Anyway, you circle back. When you’re five episodes into Phineas and Ferb you hear the doorknob rattle.

You sit up just as the door swings open, visible from your spot on the couch. He meets your gaze almost immediately, big doe eyes caught in the act. What act? You’re not really sure. In fact, you don’t even know what you’re looking at when he walks in because he’s drowning in shopping bags. His lips twist into a grin. “Honey, I’m home,” he says playfully.

You don’t laugh.

Jungkook frowns, dumping all his bags down at the entrance before waddling over towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, coming to stand before you and cupping your face in his hands. He’s towering over you, so tall and gorgeous but for the first time, you’re not dazed by his beauty.

“Kook, you said you’d be back hours ago,” you say slowly, avoiding his gaze. You try to keep the frustration out of your voice, but you’ve had hours to dwell on it now, and those annoying cartoon characters, though charming at first, had only served to multiply your annoyance.  

Jungkook blinks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean… yeah. But I got you presents?” he beams, glancing back at the mountainous pile he made by the door. You look over too. There are some luxury bags squeezed in between other shops you like, the occasional jewelers' logo on the side.

You stand with a sigh, sauntering off into the kitchen with him on your tail. “I don’t want presents,” you mumble, reaching to pour yourself a glass of water. You’re briefly aware of how childish you must seem. Jungkook hovers behind you.

“What? Yes, you do,” he says. “You had an entire wishlist on my Amazon of things you wanted.” It’s his turn to level you with an unreadable expression, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.

Your frown only deepens as you turn to match his stance against the counter. While it may be true that you did indeed have an entire list of impulsive items on his Amazon, that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted them all. Sometimes you just wanted to stare longingly at a pair of satin gloves without actually buying them. You don’t know how to explain this much to him. “They’re not…” you stop with another deep breath. “Forget it. Thank you for the presents.”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to question you. “What,” he says in an unimpressed tone, padding over to you before you can escape back into the living room to watch the entire princess movie collection on Disney+. “No, tell me what’s wrong.”

For some reason, that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. “Jungkook,” you say flatly, narrowing your eyes at him. “You come home six hours after you said you would without telling me why, and normally I wouldn’t care, but today was supposed to be a special day for us.”

Jungkook reels at your bluntness. “Babe, I was out getting stuff for you. I know it’s our anniversary— that’s why I wanted to treat you,” he responds, oddly condescendingly like you’re a child who doesn’t understand what exactly he was doing.

You brush his hands away from your shoulders. “Yeah,” you huff. “Now I know that. But I spent all day waiting for you,” you stress, chest puffing as you grow more and more agitated by his inability to understand you. God, can he let you go now? At least a bunch of animated, geometrically drawn cartoons won’t question you like this and make you feel as childish as he was.

When he doesn’t say anything else you stomp back into the living room, snatching up your phone from its forgotten spot against the couch. “I’m going to bed.”

At that Jungkook seems to kickstart back to life. “What? ___, it’s barely six,” he says as he follows after you into your bedroom. You ignore him, shuffling beneath the covers. In all actuality, you’re going to bed to mope and watch more animated family shows, maybe cry under the guise of the plot just being so sad. Jungkook sits beside you just as you click back on to finish off your episode. “Baby, I don’t get it,” he sighs. “You’re always talking about how much you want this or that, and I go out and get you it all but now you’re mad?”

You bite down on your lip, eyes lasered in on the pictures moving before you. “Jungkook, just forget it.”

“No,” he says, more sternly than he’s ever been with you before. “If there’s a problem, tell me.” There’s a heavy pause, and then he says, “don’t make me waste my time guessing what’s wrong, okay?” 

“Waste your time?” you scoff, sitting up with pinched brows that you find match his. “I’m not trying to waste anyone’s time— in fact, that’s hot coming from you, Jungkook.”

He rolls his eyes. “What are you even saying? You’re mad because I took a little long getting presents, for you, might I add,” he huffs, plopping down on the edge of the mattress beside your knee. “You’re always saying you want this and that, but you can’t handle me going out to get those things? Do you hear how weird you sound?”

You whip the covers off of you. “Me talking about things doesn’t always mean I want them,” you defend.

Jungkook snorts. “Yes, it does,” he says. “Anytime you ramble about stuff for minutes like a little kid it’s because you want me to buy it for you.”

You blink. “Like a little kid?” you repeat, stunned by his comparison. Granted, you always knew you were the more childish of the two, but you never thought that would equate Jungkook thinking of you as a child. Something red and nasty flares in your chest. “Well sorry,” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, “sorry we all can’t be perfectly mature golden boys who would never see the light of day if I constantly wasn’t dragging them out.” You know it’s a somewhat low blow, especially because Jungkook’s told you before how his introverted tendencies were a sensitive issue growing up, but you can’t help it.

Jungkook groans, dropping his head into his hands. “Baby, don’t do this now,” he warns, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Stop acting like this.”

“Like how?” you spit, “like a kid?” Jungkook says nothing, leveling you with a blank stare from the corner of his eye. You roll your eyes, phone falling off your lap. Another episode of Phineas and Ferb had started, the corny opening tune filling the space between the two of you. “At least now I know what you think of me,” you mutter over the guitar riff.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook blurts, sitting up wildly. “Of course I’m gonna think of you as a stupid little kid, look at you,” he seethes, gesturing at the phone beside you. You flinch. “All you do is watch kids shows and whine whenever I wanna watch anything normal adults watch. You complain every single day about the most normal things, like your job? Why should I fucking care that you’re working a dead-end office job in a field you didn’t even study for— that’s not my problem, __!” he snaps, eyes narrowed into little slits. “I just won an award last night,” he says suddenly, voice back to its regular volume. “I’m at the height of my career and I’m only going up, but I can’t even enjoy that because I have to come home and cater to you,” he finishes, a loud scoff punctuating the final word.

You had never imagined Jungkook finally bragging about himself would be at your expense.

A beat of silence passes, the angry glint in his eyes quickly fading away the longer you don’t say anything. You sniff once, turning your head idly to the side where Phineas and Ferb is still blaring loudly from your phone speaker. Picking up the device, you throw it across the room where it hits his closet door with a terrifying bang the breaks the silence.

The sound snaps Jungkook out of whatever shock he’d been in. “Baby…” he says slowly, carefully, like you’re a caged animal that’s just escaped the zoo.

“I’m going home,” you say, also a little too calmly. You saunter over towards his closet where your shattered phone screen glares up at you as you yank a pair of sweats off a hanger. Jungkook is still frozen on the edge of the bed, watching you with wide eyes as you move about the room.

It’s when you’re in the hallway leading downstairs that Jungkook finally snaps out of his daze, scampering behind you as you descend the stairs. “Baby,” he rushes out, loudly bounding down after you, “___, wait,” he gasps, catching you by the kitchen counter collecting your keys. “I-I didn't mean that,” he rushes out, eyes wide and frantic as they flicker over your expression. “I don’t think that—I don’t, baby, please, just… let me explain, please.”

“Jungkook, let go of me,” you respond, shaking your wrist in an attempt to release yourself. He’s not even holding you tightly— he never would—but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears makes your movements jerky and erratic. “I wanna go home.”

“No,” he chokes, cornering you against the counter. “No, baby, please just listen to me, I-I—“

“You what, Jungkook?” you snap, placing a hand on his chest and forcefully pushing him away. He lets you, stepping back with a wobbly bottom lip. “You need to tell me how you’re too good for me? How much I hold you down because I wasn’t lucky enough to get a job like yours straight out of college?” He says nothing, swallowing roughly as you jab a finger into his chest. “Well let me tell you something,” you snarl, chest heaving, “I may be childish and a huge complainer, but I’m not stupid enough to let someone walk all over me like this.”

With that, you make your great escape. Truthfully, you don’t want him to see the tears in your eyes as you yank his door open, stomping down his steps and in the direction of the nearest bus stop. The door opens right after you tug it shut, painting your shadow across the sidewalk. There’s the scrambled sound of house slippers against the concrete that follows you down. “Go the fuck back inside,” you snap without missing a beat.

Sensing your obvious anger, he pauses before he can reach you. “Text me when you get home?” he calls out quietly.

“No,” you respond.

You would never admit to anyone that you spend the entire night eating a tub of mint chocolate ice cream. It’s disgusting and makes you gag, but it’s the only one you have in your apartment. And of course, it was brought over by none other than Jeon Jungkook himself a few days ago. Even when you’re trying to comfort yourself over how mean he was, on your anniversary night no less, you’re plagued by thoughts of him everywhere.

As much as you want to brush his words off, put on that cool girl exterior you’ve maintained since high school, there’s something different about this situation. You guess it’s impossible to brush off such hateful words when they come from someone you love and adore so much.

Were you too childish? You had always believed that side of you was what made your relationship with Jungkook so perfect. The two of you meshed well because of your differences, like yin and yang. So how had he been able to so easily deconstruct every inch of that balance in a matter of a few seconds? Was this perfect reality all in your head this whole time?

You want to tell yourself it was just a heat of the moment outburst from Jungkook, give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s never snapped at you like this before. Of course you’ve fought a couple of times in the past year, but neither of you had ever stooped as low as you did yesterday. Furthermore, the insecure part of your brain says he obviously felt this somewhere in his heart to bring it up at all. What he had said to you wasn’t something someone could make up on the spot.

You don’t text him when you get home, partly to spite him, but mainly because you had left your phone at his place anyway. You know he tried calling you last night because the call log is synced up to your laptop. He called on and off for about thirty minutes before he probably found your phone in his room. Whatever, he can mope in his regret for all you care

—is what you wanna say, but the longer he goes without showing himself to you the more your insecurities and hurt fester. Was this it? Was this the end of what was probably the best year of your life? It’s too painful to think about, to even consider the possibility that Jungkook might have gained a new insight last night and decided, hey, maybe this is for the best after all.

You drown yourself in an ungodly amount of sugar for breakfast, your laptop blaring yet another episode of Phineas and Ferb on the dining table. Muscle memory has you making Jungkook’s favorite pancakes before you can stop yourself, and by the time you do realize, you’ve resigned yourself to the blueberry smell anyway.

There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb.

It’s not.

It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. You open the door with a fright, jumping back when he slumps forward and almost crashes face-first into the floor. “You didn’t call,” Jungkook cries, leaning a little too much of his weight onto you when you reach out to steady him.

The thundering of your heart slows upon registering it’s him. “Kook?” you frown, nose pinched at the ungodly stench of alcohol wafting off his clothes. “Have you been drinking?” you ask even though the answer is staring you right in the face (and in the nose).

He groans, staggering deeper into your arms. You blindly push the door shut behind him, resigning yourself to this new situation while your pancakes grow cold in the other room. “Baaaby,” he slurs, letting you guide him into the living space. He’s unceremoniously dumped onto the couch, half-opened eyes gazing up at you. “Let me,” a hiccup, “explain.”

You won’t lie. There’s a very obvious sense of discomfort sitting in your chest, torn between two paths that you don’t wish to choose between. His skin is warm and flushed like he’s just walked all the way here in this morning sun. You step over to the window that faces down onto the street below. There’s no sign of his car; you would have killed him if he ever tried to drive in this state.

“Did you walk here?” you ask instead, deciding there’s no need for one singular path, not when you can walk straight down the middle, both cleaning him and grilling him at the same time.

Jungkook’s response is delayed, head lolling from side to side as you help him out of his sweater. His skin is sweaty beneath, scorching to the touch. “Uh-huh,” he groans. Jesus, you sort of assumed but him confirming it really set things into perspective.

By no means did you and Jungkook live on opposite ends of the earth. On a good day, a drive from your place to his took about ten minutes. But walking? Easily an hour. Had he walked all the way from his place, drunk on top of that?

You brush his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. His lips are pouty yet chapped, dehydrated from the sun and the alcohol he reeks of. “Sit up for me,” you instruct, scampering off to your room for chapstick and water.

“Anything for you,” Jungkook wheezes, throat probably dryer than a desert. When you return, he’s two seconds from face planting into the coffee table and breaking that pretty face of his. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him balanced. “Tell me what to do,” he chokes out, voice hoarse.

“Just need you to drink some water,” you say, pressing a cup against his lips. He drinks it, but a drop still dribbles down his chin.

“No,” he groans, catching your wrist in his hand when you reach up to apply some chapstick on him. “Tell me what to do,” he stresses, “to fix this. Fix us.”

His words make you pause, the tube of chapstick hovering over his plush lips. “You don’t have to do anything,” you respond quietly, trying to finish the application so you can pull away.

Jungkook doesn’t let you go. You try to look away, but there’s something about him that looks off. Maybe it’s the raw skin under his eyes, red and swollen. Or the sad droop to those same eyes that hold you captive. Or maybe it’s the subtle tremble in his hands, the fingers that hold tightly to your wrist, not to keep you there but to ground himself. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he rasps out, shakily bringing your hand to his mouth, where he presses one airy kiss to your knuckles. “Tell me ho-how to fix this and I’ll do it,” he pleads, a vulnerable look in his eyes.

Unable to withstand the sheer amount of agony on his expression, you look away. “___, please,” he chokes out, stumbling off the couch in his drunk and desperate haze until he’s kneeling in front of you. “I can’t… I can’t,” he sniffles, tears clouding those pretty eyes you’ve come to love so much. “I don’t know who I am without you.”

You clench your jaw. “You’re Jeon Jungkook,” you murmur, slipping your hand out of his hold to run through his hair. It’s knotted and a little too greasy, two things Jungkook would usually never allow. “This year’s Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award recipient,” you remind him, trailing your thumb across his cheekbone when he turns to look up at you with those big Bambi eyes. “Sweet and shy, but you love being rowdy with your friends. You love movies and TV and organizing your shirts according to fabric type. You work harder than anyone I know and never complain. You date me, even though I’m a huge child,” you smile sadly.

“No!” he jumps, turning that frantic stare back into you. “Y-You’re not— it’s not,” he stammers, words still slurring together. “I’m a liar,” he cries, resting his forehead on your knees. His shoulders shake. “I don’t deserve you,” he weeps quietly. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Y-Y-You make my life so much better, ___, so colorful and fun. I-I wish I knew you in high school,” he admits, “maybe I wouldn’t have been so emotionally constipated now.”

“You’re not,” you reassure him softly.

He disagrees. “You bring out the best,” he hiccups, “the best in me.” Your heart skips in your chest. “I-I love you, you know that?”

You sputter, eyes wide at his sudden confession. “I… love you so much, y’know? I think about you ev-every night, ___,” he rambles, eyes dreamily gazing off into some miscellaneous spot on the wall behind you. “I can’t get you out of my head. Like you're a song, o-on repeat but it’s not annoying because it’s my favorite song, and I could listen to it for the rest of my life, y’know? My favorite song, I know all the words b-because it’s all I think about! I love... My love… I love you so much.”

“Kook,” you rush out, cheeks flaming as you try to pull him away from where he’s slumped over your legs. His passionate speech has you abuzz, body tingling everywhere until you feel overwhelmed, head spinning like you’re on a rollercoaster. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He nods sleepily, seemingly coming down from whatever alcohol induced rampage has allowed him to walk for an hour straight in this searing heat just to confess to you. “Y-You don’t have to say it back,” he continues to stutter as you guide him through the living room on wobbly legs. “I just-I just— can I?” he babbles. “Can I love you, ___?”

You pass through the kitchen space, where whatever you were watching on Disney+ is blaring loudly. It distracts Jungkook for about two seconds before his attention returns to you. When you don’t answer, he presses on. “Is that okay?” he asks, whirling around to face you, catching your shoulders in his hands. He towers over you by the entrance to your bedroom, dark curls tickling your forehead. His eyes are dark and glazed over, both in tears and an emotion so raw and unfiltered it squeezes around your chest until you can’t breathe. “Is it okay for me to love you?” he murmurs softly, knocking his nose against yours.

Your cheeks blaze. “Yes, th-that’s fine, Kook,” you blubber, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart is also hammering away. “Just need you to go rest now, okay?”

He nods sleepily, nudging your nose with his one last time, like a soft almost-kiss, before letting you push him into the room. “Yes, yes,” he breathes, his body finally crashing from his adrenaline spike. He flops down onto the bed unceremoniously, dark waves fanning across your pillows. You try to wiggle him out of his shirt, but it only gets about halfway up his chest before he blindly reaches for the covers. His legs stick out awkwardly, clad in the sweatpants you’ve come to associate with him.

When he’s all swaddled up in your blanket he finally goes limp, tiny snores leaving his lips as he dozes away from reality. You sigh, pressing a palm to his forehead. He’s still warm and clammy, but at this point, there’s nothing you can do but wait for him to sober up.

With a final kiss to his forehead, you leave the room, closing the door behind you before sliding against the wooden surface. There’s a trapped bird in your chest, wildly flapping its wings in an effort to get out, and it’s all stupid Jungkook’s fault in the next room. Stupid Jungkook who demolished and remodeled your heart all in less than twenty-four hours. It doesn’t calm down, even when you rush off into the kitchen for a glass of water, or when you try to immerse yourself in some other show on Disney+. It stays beating against your ribs and your chest until you’re forcing yourself to sit down on the couch and process.

He wakes up a little before dinner. You hear him from the living room, where you’re flicking through the options on Disney+ for the nth time that day. You’ve seen the first fifteen minutes of about twenty different series and movies by now, always growing antsy and abandoning them early on. The only reason you know he’s awake is because the shower turns on for a few minutes, and then his bare feet are heard padding across the hallway back into your room.

By the time he resurfaces in the living room, you’ve resigned yourself to just more Phineas and Ferb, nonchalantly watching the silly cartoon. (Except you’re anything but nonchalant, and your heartbeat rings in your ears.)

Jungkook hovers by the door, clad in a pair of shorts he’s left here before, and a t-shirt you stole from him. “Hey,” he says quietly, lingering by the doorframe. You nod back in response. “Can I watch with you?” Again, another nod.  

Slinking over to the couch, he’s rather careful as he sits down, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. You don’t even think he can see the screen of your laptop until he murmurs, “he’s my favorite character,” when Perry the Platypus appears on the screen.

You hum. “Thought you didn’t like these kids shows?” you ask. You don’t mean it to sound as petty and backhanded as it comes out, but that’s really no one's fault but his own.

Jungkook’s breathing tightens beside you. “No,” he admits, “I don’t. Only watch them because I know you like them.” You contemplate pausing the episode and engaging in a real conversation with him, but at this point, you’re very tired from the events of the last day. Jungkook doesn’t press either, just shuffles more comfortably beside you.

You get about five minutes in, quiet chuckles shared between the two of you, before he strikes. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says, so hushed you almost don’t hear it. His hand is resting in the space between you, pinky brushing against yours. “About… being late. And the presents.”

You inspire slowly. “That wasn't even the problem, silly,” you brush off. From your peripheral, you see Jungkook’s slow nod. “I didn’t want any presents,” you mention, “I just wanted you.” You look away from the screen immediately after, pretending like the spot on the ceiling is actually really interesting.

The two of you fall into silence, the animated characters on your screen rapidly chattering away. “Oh,” Jungkook says after a moment.

You roll your eyes. They’re moist but you don’t want him to see. “Yeah, oh,” you parrot back softly, relaxing into the couch again. “Did you eat the food I left out?”

Jungkook shuffles beside you, the soft lull of the speakers soon being cut as he reaches over to pause Phineas and Ferb. A couple of seconds pass and then he’s leaning into you, head resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, placing a palm over the hand he had been teasing for the past few minutes. “I thought I knew what I was doing but I was wrong.”

His voice is so soft and sincere, it makes your chest ache. You try to burrow your face against your opposite shoulder, try to hide the stray tear that escapes out of the corner of your eye. “It’s fine,” you brush off, voice choked off and hoarse.

Jungkook leans up, pecks your cheek so tenderly it makes you go mushy. “No, it’s not fine. I acted like a know-it-all and said something way out of line,” he murmurs, raising his head to look at you. His hand feels warm over yours. It’s the touch you craved all day and yesterday, the warm feel of his body against yours. You’re embarrassed at how easily you melt into it. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,” he tells you, holding your hand close to his chest. “I had no right to say those things to you.”

You sniffle, resting your head against his shoulder now. His heart beats loud enough for you to hear. “Was it true?” you mumble. “Do you really think of me like that?”

He shakes his head, his soft breaths fanning across your forehead. “No, never,” he answers. “I think you’re incredible. My brain was just trying to justify my dumb anger.”

You nod, even if you don’t believe it just yet. But that was a conversation for later, you suppose, sometime in the future when you aren’t on the verge of tears and threatening to crumble apart at the simplest word that leaves his mouth.

“I should have come home like you wanted, thought about my words before saying them,” he says, snuggling closer to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” you sniffle, covering your face with your free hand as he presses a kiss to the vein that runs over the back of the hand he’s holding captive. “Now it just sounds like I'm just being inconsiderate of your gifts and a crybaby.”

Jungkook kisses your temple softly, gently. “Don’t think about the gifts,” he says. “Just tell me what you wanted to do, doll.”

His voice calms you, has you like putty in his arms. “Watch movies,” you mumble, toying with a thread on your couch cushion. “Be with you.”

He hums. “Then we’ll do that,” he says, reaching for your laptop again. The screen nearly blinds you when it flickers back to life before you, Jungkook’s low breaths against your ear making it near impossible for you to process the titles on the screen. “You liked Disney+?”

Belatedly, you nod. “I like the animated movies,” you admit quietly, the anxieties of before slowly melting away, even more so when he slides his arm around you, pulling you close against his chest.

Unlike other times where he’ll critique the hell out of such childish films, Jungkook says nothing as he starts up the Zootopia movie instead, the same one you had wanted to show him before, right from the beginning. “That bunny looks like you,” you murmur when Judy Hopps first appears on the screen.

Jungkook snorts. “You say that about every cartoon bunny.”

You turn your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He meets your gaze with a small smile you return. “It’s because you’re so cute,” you say softly, lips twisting playfully when his cheeks grow scarlet.

He knocks his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “Not cute, just lucky,” he chuckles. “Lucky enough to have you.” Your heart turns over in your chest, threatening to burst out of your rib cage at his words. You try to turn in his arms. Before you can say the words that have been sitting on the tip of your tongue for months now, he’s beating you to it once again. “I love you,” he confesses in a hushed whisper, no alcoholic influence. 

Something inside of you blossoms, eyes wide as he chastely kisses you. He pulls away without you ever reacting, too caught up in surprise to kiss him back properly. He stays close, curls tickling your forehead as he leans over you. “You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I love you,” he says again, long lashes blinking down at you. “So much. It makes me feel like a stupid teenager again, going to the mall to buy a gift for my crush.” He laughs sheepishly, reaching down to tangle your fingers together. “Is that okay?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

It mirrors the confession he’d given you that morning, those slurred words and teary eyes. It had been difficult to pinpoint the legitimacy of it before, the meaning scrambled by his hazy mind. But with him staring at you like this now, like you single-handedly plucked the stars from the sky to put them in those sparkly eyes of his, it makes something inside you ache.

Still, you choke on your own spit. “I-Is it okay for you to love me?” you sputter incredulously, realizing the oddity of the same question he’d thrown at you earlier. But now, you’re both sober and you can really tear apart that sentence. Jungkook nods a little too seriously for your liking. “Are you crazy?” He blinks in confusion, brows pulling together as you slowly but surely lose the last bits of your sanity. “You’re an idiot, Jeon Jungkook,” you huff, “a stupidly handsome, rich, walking dream, idiot who goes out with stupid girls like me.”

“Not stupid,” he murmurs, closing in on you again as he finally understands the truth behind your masked insults. He smells minty and like his favorite body wash of yours.

“No,” you deny. “You’re actually, like, insane. You have a bachelor pad, make enough money to sustain an entire litter of kittens, look and talk like every teenage girl’s dream boyfriend— but you mess it all up by dating evil, conniving hoes like me who lose their shit over Disney cartoons.” He says nothing, watching you with an amused grin as you talk over yourself, basically regurgitating his statement from yesterday except it kinda seems plausible now that you’re over it. “It’s stupid. No, you’re stupid. No— I’m stupid.”

Jungkook chuckles, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. “Done?” he says, a dimple appearing on his cheek. You could kiss it away, but you need him to know the amount of stupidity in this room was astronomically high. “You’re not stupid, baby,” he says. You level him with a look. “Well. You have your moments.”

“Moments?” you repeat, standing up in a hurry that has him flopping down beside you. Your laptop is lost somewhere on the cushions, the voices faded as they grow farther away. “I am so stupid. I called Namjoon a whore for taking you out for lunch!” you cry. “I am the stupidest person in the world.”

Jungkook cackles, standing up beside you. “Yes, yes, you’re my stupid girl,” he teases, tapping the pout on your lips playfully. “So stupid she slanders herself instead of just telling me she loves me too.” He bumps your noses together, dark eyes staring at you almost daringly after his claim.

You fold soon enough. “I love you,” you mumble, “even if I’m too stupid to say it.”

He rewards your confession with a kiss, pulling you into his arms soon after. He sighs, almost wistfully. “Whatever shall I do with my very stupid girl?”

After exactly three minutes of feeling safe and loved in his arms, he abandons the living room in favor of leading you back to your room, where he pushes you down against your mattress. You cling to him, leaving him positioned over you at an angle. His chest presses against yours, arm curled around the back of your head. “Gotta get up, baby,” he laughs.

You shake your head, caging him in your arms. “Nuh-uh,” you murmur, legs wiggling when he places a hand on your hip.

Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear. “Your movie is still playing in the other room,” he reminds you, thumb drawing soothing circles on your hip. You don’t release him, his mindless touch only encouraging you to keep him close. “Babe?”

You say nothing, relishing in the comfort of Jungkook’s presence. His hair smells good and feels even softer against the side of your face. The cotton shirt he found is crumpled beneath your fists, dark blue pattern wrinkling. Finally coming to terms with his new home, Jungkook eventually relaxes into your hold with a sigh.

“Alright,” he hums, patting your hip as he repositions himself more comfortably. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh?” You nod, soaking in every detail about him in this moment. Jungkook shifts, the hand on your hip suddenly falling over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my stupid girl?” he purrs, hand slipping between your thighs. “My stupid, little girl?”

A gasp catches in your throat when he runs his fingers over the front of your panties. Your legs kick out wildly at the sudden touch, toes curling at the hands you dreamt about all day and night. “Oh,” you pant, each brush of his fingers feeling better than the last.

“What?” he says, mouthing against the side of your neck. His tongue feels warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “Too dumb to speak?” he scoffs, biting down against a particular spot on your neck. You whimper, unsure if it’s because of his hands or his mouth.

“N-No,” you try to sneer back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands are getting braver now, the pad of his pointer finger dancing over your engorged clit. The sheer material of your panties certainly doesn’t help, each touch feeling like it’s being magnified three times over. And if it felt this good with underwear, you can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel without.

You don’t have to ponder for long, because soon after Jungkook is slipping his hand beneath your waistband, touching your sensitive pussy head-on. “Kook.”

He uses your momentary vulnerability to ease himself from your hold, finally recoiling enough to smother your mouth with his. You moan in surprise, thighs quivering as he gets to work circling your hardened bud sans your panties. Jungkook isn’t the least bit kind as he kisses you ruthlessly, likes he’s trying to compensate for something with his movements. When he finally pulls away it’s with an obnoxious pop and cherry red lips. He huffs, glancing down to see where he’s got his fingers pleasuring you.

Your thighs are squirming back and forth, closing around his hand every few seconds. Jungkook snorts. “Huh, look at that,” he mutters, trailing down until his fingers are gliding over your quickly sopping folds. “Stupid girl is good for something.”

Your cheeks burn. “Kook, I’m not—“

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed glare. “Not what? Not stupid? But I could’ve sworn you just spent the last few minutes saying you were,” he drones meanly, landing one light slap against your cunt that makes your hips buck.

You bite down a whimper. “I was just…” you trail off, eyes rolling back when he teases one finger against your opening.

“Kidding?” he supplies. “Well, I wasn’t.” Your heart stutters in your chest, eyes growing wide as he finally pushes himself off of you, propping himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze is dark and unrecognizable. “I think you’re so fucking stupid, doll,” he sneers. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You should have seen this moment coming, the manifestation of that shiny side of the coin finally reaching its full potential.

While Jungkook wasn’t exactly shy about his interests, he certainly wasn’t tripping over himself to tell you every new kinky thing he wanted to try. You sort of guessed he had some interest in this sort of play a few weeks ago when you watched the Barbie movie at his place. A lot of that night had branded itself into your three am wet dreams, but there was one particular moment that stood out to you. That was you, on your knees, with him condescendingly patting your head. Or just last week, you vaguely remember the term slipping through his lips as he pleasured you with The Bullet Bestie.

The thing about Jungkook was that, until last night, he would have never admitted, or so much as even thought, that he was better than you. That was fine because you would say it enough for the both of you anyway. Did you think Jungkook was amazing, an absolute diamond among these measly rocks? Absolutely. (Were you slightly biased because you were his girlfriend? Skip.) However, you also had this insane evil villain complex that made you want to brag about everything you possibly could, especially if that meant bragging about your boyfriend.

Realistically speaking, he was better than you, that much you could look past yesterday’s anger to admit, and not even in a stuck-up, conceited way; he had a really good job, an architecturally amazing house, and a hot girlfriend. Meanwhile, you had a mediocre job, an okay apartment, and an insanely sexy Calvin Klein boyfriend, half of which he had pointed out yesterday. Regardless of how powerful that third factor was, he still outnumbered you three to one.

Sue you, Jungkook was amazing. Anyone could see that! Except, maybe, himself.

And if the only time Jungkook would openly brag about his greatness or establish how much better than you he was, was in a post-fight, sex-induced setting, then you were more than happy to be his punching bag. So long as it was on your terms, and not as a result of his weirdly bottled up feelings.

(Yeah, you would have a long talk about that tomorrow.)

But for now, you pout up at him, clamping your thighs shut purposefully. “You’re stupid too,” you defend, “stupid and mean.”

Something in his expression changes. Suddenly, he’s moving at superhuman speed as he snatches his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. “Mean?” he mocks. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?” You shiver, fingers wrapping around the wrist that holds your sweater. “Wanted me to be mean and push you around like a little rag doll?”

Jungkook looks at you for another two seconds, before he’s slowly pulling away from you, leaning back on his knees. His tongue is pressing against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening from the movement. “Baby,” he says so quietly it instills a prickle of fear in you, tainted with delicious excitement.

“Yeah?” you whisper, sitting up tentatively as you watch him, He was a bit frightening, like a wild animal about to devour you whole.

Jungkook rolls his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins tugging off his shirt. You salivate at the sight, too focused on the sinewy muscles of his body to catch the dark gaze he levels your way. He throws it off to the side, his sleeve of tattoos that wraps around his bicep and begins to crawl down his chest wonderfully unobstructed now. “Eyes up here,” he says and you quickly meet his gaze. He leans forward, muscled arms coming to cage you against the headboard. “Stupid little sluts don’t have the room to make such comments,” he rasps out, unamused expression adorning his normally soft features. “Don’t you think so?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, leaning away as he comes closer and closer, eventually just turning your head to the side to avoid that emotionless look. It’s the wrong move, and Jungkook lets you know as much by forcefully digging his fingers into your cheeks and turning your face back around to meet his gaze.

A hand grabs beneath your knee, tugging harshly until you’re flopping down onto your back with a squeal. You settle with his knee pressed hotly against your core. Jungkook stays towering over you. “Dumb little girls who make me watch cartoons,” he spits, tracing a hand over your chest, molding your breasts beneath his hands roughly enough to make you gasp. “And watch little animal movies on Disney+. Aren’t they just so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you concede, subtly shifting your hips for some desperately needed friction. Jungkook snorts, finally granting you your wish with one rough slide of his thigh against your core.

“I agree,” he says, and surprises you with a hand around your throat as he leans in to properly grind his thigh into you. “All they’re good for is being dumb little sluts with good pussy,” he murmurs darkly, thumb pressing into the side of your neck forcefully. “Sometimes, they don’t even do anything,” Jungkook continues, his other hand on your hip hauling you higher up his thigh. You mewl, soaked panties rubbing roughly against your folds. You miss the soft swirl of his thumb, the gentle prod of his fingers. Even so, you can’t deny this change in Jungkook is doing something to you, riling up a part of you that you hadn’t known existed. Maybe it’s the horniness from yesterday that was left unfulfilled, the one year anniversary sex that was put on pause. “Just lay there and take it, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.”

His fingers loosen for the briefest of seconds and you gasp for breath. “That’s terrible,” you whimper, rolling your hips up into his thigh, so close to his swollen cock.

Jungkook chuckles without an ounce of humor, pressing your foreheads together as he helps grind you to completion. “Isn’t it? I think that stupid little girl is cute though.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, vision spotting as he tightens his hand back around your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you moan, stomach tight from all the stimulation.

Jungkook hums, slowing you down with a tight grip on your waist. “Hm, what are you sorry for?” he croons, pink lips pulling into an evil smile. “You said you weren’t that stupid girl, __.”

You shake your head, trying to roll your hips up again but he’s holding you too tightly now, rendering you immobile beneath him. “I am,” you choke out shamefully, grabbing at the hand on your hip in a feeble attempt to remove it. “I am a stupid little girl.”

Jungkook smirks, leaning down to slot his mouth over yours. “That’s right,” he murmurs, “nothing but a dumb little slut.”

You shiver, opening your mouth when he slides his tongue against your bottom lip. He’s not the slightest bit nice, and more messy than usual. He pulls away with a bite to your lower lip, meeting your trembling gaze with that same unrecognizable glint in his eyes. “Come on, dummy, keep up,” he snarks before devouring you again. You try to, you really do, but he’s moving like an animal today, despite his slow and drunken movements from that morning. So you end up with his saliva dripping down your throat, clinging to the corners of your lips as he begins slowly grinding you against his thigh again. He flashes you a wicked smile, pearly teeth on display for you as he glances down at your messy appearance.

“Are you gonna touch me?” you ask, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook purses his lips together in thought.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Don’t know yet.”

You whine. “Jungkook, please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”

Jungkook chuckles, running his hand up your waist and taking your shirt with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouths at your neck. “Cute,” he says. “Can’t do it yourself?”

You tremble, chest arching into him as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gasp. “Just feels better with you.”

Jungkook follows your statement with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”

Your cheeks heat up at his blatant ego rearing its head, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You say nothing, and that only eggs Jungkook on. “Come onnn,” he teases, finally, finally rolling his hips down onto your core. You squeak, head falling back against the pillows as you’re granted the one thing you’d been chasing. “Say it.”

“Say what?” you ask, voice wobbly as he continues to slowly rut against you, the front of his shorts pressing against the soaked crotch area of your panties. “Oh, oh, Jungkook,” you whine.

Suddenly he bites down harshly, teeth digging painfully into your skin. You yelp in surprise, pussy throbbing at the pain that shoots throughout your body. Jungkook pulls away and doesn’t bother soothing over it as he leans up to capture your jaw this time. “Say you’re a stupid little slut who can’t do anything without me,” he purrs, kisses too soft for the words he says.

Your mind blanks, torn between the humiliating phrase he wants you to say and properly checking him in his place. In the end, it’s with a twisted need to please him that you’re repeating the words back to him. “I-I’m a stupid slut,” you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he continues pushing you right along the edge. The rope pulled tightly in your core is slowly being pulled apart, threads hanging on for dear life. “Can’t... can't do anything without...”

“Without who?” he asks, reaching down and untying the front of his shorts. “Can’t do anything without who, baby?”

“Without you, without you,” you cry, bucking your hips up against his, the combined movements of both your bodies making you shake like a leaf. “Ah, K-Kook,” you wail, hips stuttering as your orgasm finally swallows you up. Your panties quickly grow wet and icky from your own arousal that pools between your thighs. Jungkook lets you writhe beneath him as you chase your high, mouth sucking a pretty blossom against your jaw.

You know better than to expect the night to end here, especially after seeing the glint that had been in his eyes as he watched you unravel.

He leans close, let’s his nose brush against yours as you catch your breath. “So perfect for me,” he groans, slotting his lips against yours. You can barely keep up with him, languidly going along with his hot tongue. “Perfect, perfect girl,” he murmurs, a stark change from the less than friendly adjectives he used just moments before. “Tell me you love me?” he says softly.

You nod, mind fuzzy as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Love you,” you exhale, letting your fingers knot in his hair. Your proclamation does something to him, makes him grind the front of his cotton shorts hard against you. For someone that was often rough and brutal with you in bed, he sure was sensitive to the mushiest of things.

“Don’t deserve you,” he huffs, hot breath fanning across your skin. He switches gears fairly quickly. “Tell me you hate me,” he begs hoarsely, rutting against your soiled panties. “Tell me I’m a piece of shit and you could do better without me,” he pleads, voice too airy to be another one of his usual sex-induced thoughts.

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he rolls his hips. “It’s not true,” you whisper, “I love you more than you’ll ever understand.”

Jungkook groans, suddenly winding back and tearing your ruined panties down your legs. You gasp in surprise, letting him haul you about in his blind, self-inflicted rage. “Stupid, stupid,” he huffs, though at this point you can’t tell who it’s directed at. With your underwear out of the way, he wastes no time plunging his fingers back into your cunt, bypassing the tight ring of muscle around it without any of his usual care. “You should hate me,” he snarls, lips pressed against your ear.

You moan, back arching at the sudden pleasure that blossoms between your thighs. “I-I don’t,” you gasp, toes curling.

Jungkook groans, the sound traveling down your spine and straight into your pussy. “Stupid girl,” he huffs, slipping an arm around you to pull you so close until you can’t breathe, chests lined up together. His skin is warm to the touch, scorching almost. “Fuck,” he groans, curling his fingers inside of you. You whimper and moan, incapable of staying still beneath him as he tortures you with a thumb to your clit. “Tell me you hate me,” he seethes again.

Despite the fog that’s settled over your mind, you still manage a resolute shake of your head. “N-no,” you cry, digging your nails into his back. They run dark red lines over his skin, making him hiss at the sting.

Whatever punishment he’s trying to put himself through is falling through with your refusal to admit such a thing. It aggravates him even more, your adamant stance on loving him so, and he’s retracting his fingers before you can cum again. “Please,” he chokes, face tucked into your neck. He’s sloppy with his movements; as he pulls his shorts down and kicks them away, he nearly suffocates you with his weight. “I don’t deserve you, ___, please.”

“I love you,” you whimper for lack of explanation. Jungkook leans back, that same madman gaze in his glossy eyes. He’s looking at you in disbelief almost, pouty lips puckered and swollen. Your hands slip from around him, falling on either side of your head.

Like a cobra he strikes, collecting your wrists in one hand he pins above your head. The sudden movement has him leaning in close, lips brushing over yours. His lashes are coated in a wetness he refuses to acknowledge, looking at you like you drive him insane. “If you ever try to leave me,” he whispers, jerky breath fanning over your skin, “I’ll lose my mind.”

He loves you so much it aches.

“I won’t,” you whimper, feeling your own eyes well up with an emotion that consumes every inch of your being. “I’ll never leave you, you stupid, stupid boy.”

A faint smile crosses his features at your words, lips quirking to the side. You relish in it for all of two seconds before he’s ramming his cock into you, your sensitive walls spawning around him. You sob loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. Your legs instinctively hook themselves around his waist, digging into the base of his spine as he rolls his hips into you.

You feel full and complete like he belongs there in this moment and every moment after this. It makes your heart constrict painfully. Jungkook’s soft groans follow your more unraveled noises, the vulgar slapping of skin on skin the underlying melody to it all. “Ffffuck,” he spits, greedily swallowing your moans up. You whine, arms bucking in an effort to hold him close. But he’s determined in his act of restraining you, long fingers tightening around your wrists until they hurt. “I warned you, didn’t I?” he huffs, snapping his hips into you.

Your walls clench around his hard cock, the drag as he exits sending shivers throughout your body. Jungkook’s body towers over you, glistening in sweat as he nails you into your mattress. “Remember what I said?” he asks, voice but a shuddery exhale. You shake your head numbly, overwhelmed by the rough drag across your walls. “All those months ago, when you first came over,” he adds. The hand on your hip abandons its post to cup you beneath the jaw, palm pressing sinfully against your throat enough to block the tiniest of airflow. “I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he murmurs, voice deeper than the pits of hell. He licks a fat stripe over your cheek like you’re nothing but a sweet for him to devour. “Do you remember that, pretty girl?”

You nod jerkily, hips arching up into him when he thrusts into you again. It’s a memory that replays in your mind every so often, your first night with the man you had planned to humiliate over a mere misunderstanding, now your boyfriend of one year. “Want that,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision when he begins picking up the pace. “Wanna be y-your pretty girl forever.”

Jungkook groans, kissing the corner of your mouth. His thighs are some magnificent beings, keeping his pace consistent even as he loses himself in his overwhelming need to kiss you. “Always,” he manages, soft lips pressed against yours. “I won’t ever let you leave.”

A shriek tears itself from your lips as he picks up that harsh piston, releasing your jaw to hold both wrists above your head. It makes his curls dangle in front of his eyes, covering that beautiful dark gaze. It makes his thin little necklace swing back and forth too, though it’s too small to actually touch your face. The rhythmic swing has you hypnotized, just like everything else about Jungkook.

With the length of his hair, you’re left staring at his lips, pulled taut between his pearly white teeth. The word from before sits heavy in your chest, begs to drip from the tip of your tongue. But he’s moving too fast and too hard, scrambling your thoughts until all you can think about is the cock plunging into your heat. His name falls from your mouth like mindless blubber instead, arms thrashing as your second orgasm swallows you up. It sends you crashing, body spasming as the sheer euphoria waves over you slowly and then all at once.

“Perfect,” he grunts, leaning down to slot his mouth against yours, “my perfect girl.” Your cum makes the sound of his hips erotic, the loud squelching following your panting. Still sensitive from your high, your body unconsciously tightens around him, keeps his cock from fully leaving. It brings a soft whine out of Jungkook, one he tries to muffle against the side of your face.

“Inside,” you whimper, even though your body feels like jelly beneath him. “Cum inside, Kook, please,” you beg.

It only takes a few more thrusts into your leaking hole for him to finally reach paradise, hips stuttering when that first shot of pleasure hits him. “Fuck, fuck,” he growls, wildly snapping his hips into your achy cunt. You moan, feeling just about brainless at the overstimulation. His cum leaves you full, almost makes your belly bulge from it. When he’s done he doesn’t bother pulling away, simply slumping into your limp form. His cock, though quickly softening, serves as a plug for the cum threatening to spill out of you.

There’s a muted noise coming from the other room, the faint sound of the mail slipping through your letterbox, the quiet chattering of the street outside. And of course, the loud blaring of your laptop playing the Phineas and Ferb theme song. Jungkook registers it at about the same time as you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He pushes off of you soon after, leaning on his palms over you. He’s got that molten look on his eyes, the heat of a thousand suns burning behind those irises as he looks at you. Like he can’t get enough, even though he’s just about taken everything there is to take. “Love you,” he murmurs quietly.

A drop of sweat rolls over his forehead, clinging to the end of his eyebrow. You reach up and brush it away, let your hand trail down his face to cup his cheek. Immediately he leans into the touch, eyes falling half shut. “Love you more,” you respond.

“Impossible,” he scoffs.

Soon after you’re both stumbling out of bed, clothes haphazardly shrugged back on as you drift through the living room. There’s a thin, hot pink package sitting at the door, just having slipped through the letterbox; the stark Sexuality Unleashed logo is printed on the visible side, so you have to wonder what Doyeon could have possibly ordered this time that could be so thin. The laptop is awkwardly sandwiched next to a throw pillow, barely open a crack. Jungkook retrieves it, sets it on his lap as you scamper over to the couch.

“More Phineas and Ferb?” he asks quietly. He hates it, you know he does. And still, he wants to watch it with you.

You nod. “Please.”

He isn’t so concerned with the plot as you, clicking some random episode to start. You snuggle into his side, quietly singing along to the opening. After a moment, Jungkook speaks again. “Phineas and Flirt?” he offers cheekily.

You roll your eyes. “That might’ve been your worst one yet,” you sigh, trying to drown out his indignant huff by focusing on the screen.

“I don’t exactly see you coming up with these,” he points out, obviously feeling wronged.

Without missing a beat you say, “Disney+ and bust.”

epilogue

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[talonabraxas]

ASHWINI‘ Star of Transport’(0-13’20 Aries) New Moon Aries/Ashwini NakshatraAshwini Kumaras or Dastra (The Golden Armoured Horse Headed Twins are Physicians to the Gods, the Friends of the Sick and Unfortunate. The Puranas relate that the 2 Ashwini Kumaras Dasra (The Destroyer) and Nasatya (Untruth) were born to Mother Sanjana/ Tvastri and Father Sun. They are also called as the Twin Sons of Sun and the Sky (or Cloud Goddess) and refered to as the Bright Harbingers of Usha (The Dawn). They Travel the Sky in their Three-Wheeled, Spring Bearing Golden Chariot Drawn by Birds of Horses and the Charioteer's Seat is Divided in Three Sections. They Scale the Skies Showering their Healing Energies on the Earth Plane. They are also Refered to as the Abdijan (Ocean Born), Pushakara Srajan (Wreathed with Lotus), Badaveyan (Sons of the Submarine Fire Badava) Indicating their Mystic Character.The Ashwini Kumaras Represent the Transition from Darkness to Light, Cosmically and Metaphysically. Ashwini Kumaras procured Madhu (Honey) for Gods and Together with Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge) introduced Soma — Wine (Elixir of Life) into the Cult. They Heal the Blind, the Deaf, the Lame, and Give Back their Youth to the Old.Ashwini rules all forms of Transportation and Fast Travel. These are very Active, always Busy doing Something and Quick in Action, Swift Like the Falcons, and Possessed of Many Forms). Dasra aslo refers to “accomplishing wonderful deeds, giving marvellous aid”. According to the Rig-Veda, Ashwini Kumaras are referred to as the “Lords of Speed”, "The Swift Movers”, “The Falcons of Light”, “Riders of the Task Force Horse”, “Responsive and Brilliant". The Ashwini Kumaras are Observed as the Embodiments of Knowledge and Speed. https://chitravedicastrology.com/ashwini-nakshatra/?fbclid=IwAR3uEH54g_AvusCpV-gkbKL1vna19xhGezePLm9-h4nhazQ-EDdLw_qcH6A Mange Ram Sharma Celtic Bronze Horse, C. 300 BC

[vihrago-a]

quick announcement

NEW OC! ghost the band oc bc u can pry them from my cold dead hands ……

- prime mover (sister of sin but Cooler and Higher Up)

- her name is Magdalena

- was initiated under papa ii’s reign

- attached to the hip with @muutos ‘s swiss / nameless ghoul

- cool , calm , collected , alluring and will step on you if you asked politely

- partially demon but appears physically human (doesnt disclose that information). just dont ask abt the horned veil though — whether or not theres real horns under neath or its just for show ………. U may never know……

[reinerispretty]

ice cream. (bolin x f!reader) smut

since u are h word for bolin 2nite... perhabs... bolin nsfw 👀

TY FOR SAYING IT bc i wasn’t going to unless someone requested :)

pls only read this if ur 18+ and also all characters in this are 18+ !! nsfw under the cut!

Bolin was trying his best to be patient. He had been patient at dinner. Patient at the movers. Patient at the ice cream place that (Y/N) had insisted that they visit tonight. But as he watched her lick a broad stroke up her ice cream and her eyes flutter to meet his...he thought he’d die right there, in the middle of Republic City. He couldn’t take it any longer.

It had been weeks since he had last seen (Y/N). Between his movers and travels to the Southern Water Tribe and her own job, they hadn’t had much time to meet in between. The most contact he had gotten from her was a quick kiss they had shared as they took pictures for the premier of Nuktuk. And that had been ages ago. (It was really only a few days, but in Bolin time, it was ages.)

She had to know what she was doing to him. Wearing one of her form-fitting suits that showed off every curve and valley of her body. He felt both grateful and jealous, because as much as he loved how she looked in it, he knew others were admiring her too. He had caught the waiter at the restaurant, the usher at the movers, and the cashier at the ice cream shop staring at places that belonged to his eyes only.

If there was one thing that Bolin knew, it was that there was no way he would be waiting until they got home. 

(Y/N) finished the last bit of her ice cream and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Bolin deepened it, pulling her closer to him and licking into her mouth. She squealed, pulling away quickly. “Tastes good,” Bolin said with a smirk, and a blush rose to (Y/N’s) cheeks.

He walked her to her car, but before she could get around to the driver’s side, he opened up the back door. “In.” Was all he said to her. She swallowed, but followed his orders, and Bolin felt himself straining against his pants as he watched her crawl inside.

He came in after her, shutting the door behind him, and that was when he pounced. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her closer, smashing his lips against hers. She hummed into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she gripped onto his jacket for dear life. When they broke apart for air, Bolin dove to her neck, pressing sloppy, wet kisses against the tender skin that made her shudder in his arms.

“You look so beautiful,” Bolin groaned, placing both hands on her ass and pulling her into his lap. “No one could keep their eyes off of you the whole night.”

“Th-that’s not true,” She gasped as Bolin unbuttoned her shirt, kissing further down as he went. He looked up at her, his bright green eyes boring into hers.

“You don’t see what I do, honey. They let their eyes wander all over you.” He pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the floor of the car. He unclasped her bra and before she could instinctively cover herself, he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. “Like here.”

She gasped and ground down onto him, causing Bolin to moan loudly. She placed both hands on his cheeks and forced him to look up at her so she could kiss him. She pulled back and Bolin followed her, biting at her bottom lip. “You’re wearing too much,” She said softly, tugging at his jacket. Bolin rushed to quickly discard it, along with his undershirt. (Y/N) hummed, running her hands across his chest and abdomen. She had told him on numerous occasions how much she loved his muscles. 

“Pants off,” Bolin ordered. It was so hot in the car, the windows were completely fogged up. (Y/N) did as she was told, fumbling to slip out of her pants. Bolin laughed and assisted her and (Y/N) smiled gratefully. They had the kind of relationship where laughing at times like these wasn’t uncommon, nor was it uncomfortable. 

He lay her down in the backseat and slid to the floor. It was incredibly cramped, but Bolin was too distracted by the sight before him to care. He stared at her center, soaking wet for him. “All this for me?” He teased, pressing two fingers inside of her. She moaned loudly, not expecting the intrusion but not upset about it. Bolin curled his fingers inside of her, brushing against the spot at the top of her walls. She squeezed around him. “I’m waiting for an answer.” 

“O-of course it’s all for you,” She breathed, smiling down at him. “Always all for you.” Bolin hummed, removing his fingers and lifting her thighs onto his shoulders. He dove between her legs, licking a broad stripe between her folds and sucking on her clit as a sort of punctuation. She moaned again and Bolin reached forward, placing her fingers in her mouth to quiet her. 

Bolin ate out his girlfriend as if it was his last time. He could-and often did-spend hours between her legs. He was an accomplished pro-bender and mover star, but nothing compared to the feeling he got hearing the sounds that (Y/N) made when he was between her legs. 

He pushed three fingers inside of her, stretching her out only slightly, and she let out a loud moan that was just barely muffled by his fingers. His mouth focused solely on her clit now, swirling his tongue around it, flicking it, and sucking on it. Each movement gave a different sort of reaction from her: sometimes she jolted, sometimes her breath caught in her throat, and sometimes she let out a long, strung out moan. She reached down and tugged at his hair and in turn, Bolin moaned against her. He pulled away from her just as she was beginning to pulse around him. She pouted at him as he wiped his mouth, her chest heaving. Bolin just had to smile at her. 

She was beautiful all the time, but right now, with her lips reddened from kissing and her hair an absolute mess, Bolin thought she was spectacular. Better than any other leading lady he had shared a screen with. Bolin was sure that if (Y/N) ever starred in a mover, she’d make every man who ever watched it nearly come in his pants from her smile. 

They adjusted so Bolin could move his pants down to his ankles and sit on the backseat. She straddled his legs, sitting back on his knees and she moved her hand up and down his shaft. Bolin was long and thick: her hand could barely wrap around him. “All this for me?” She repeated, her thumb gracing over the tip as Bolin threw his head back. He nodded repeatedly, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her towards him so he could kiss her. He slid his tongue into her mouth and his hand moved back down to her center, where he rubbed circles on her clit with his fingers. 

Bolin kissed down her neck, biting softly into her skin when she gave a particularly strong tug on him. He was nearing the edge but this wasn’t how he wanted to end their night. He removed his hand and grabbed her by the wrist, taking her hand away from him. She pouted again and Bolin tapped her bottom lip with his finger. “Put that away, love.” (Y/N) smiled at his pet name and sat up on her knees, positioning herself over Bolin. As she sat down, he slid inside her. It had been so long that they had to go extra slow and every little movement was absolute bliss for the both of them. 

When she had finally bottomed out, (Y/N) went to start moving, but Bolin held her by the waist and thrust up into her. “Bolin,” She moaned, resting her head in the curve where his neck met his shoulder. She pressed soft kisses to his skin between her moans. His hands moved up and down her back, finally resting against her ass and giving a squeeze so tight that there would definitely be fingerprint bruises in the morning. 

Bolin moaned into her ear, biting at it. “Do I make you feel good?” He asked, and she nodded. “No one else can make you feel this good?” 

“No one else,” She nodded, and Bolin grabbed her softly by her hair so that she would looked at him. She smiled down at him, her eyes lidded but she could barely keep them open. Bolin was going hard and fast, taking his frustrations out on everyone who had been staring at his girl on her. 

He caressed her cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. “You’re all mine, huh (Y/N)?” She nodded, her head lulling back as she began to feel the familiar tightness in her stomach. “We gotta let everyone know you’re mine. I’m gonna get you a ring--” He moaned as she started to grind down on him, interrupting his rhythm, but he didn’t care as he picked it back up. 

“Bolin, please,” She begged. She kissed him harshly, pulling away to rest their foreheads against each other. They stared into each other’s eyes. 

“Gonna get you a ring,” Bolin said again, his voice just barely a whisper. “A-a big one, so everyone knows who exactly gave it to you. And then-” He paused as she kissed him again. “I’m gonna put a baby in you.” 

“God, Bolin!” Bolin was a sweet talker in the bedroom. He told her how much he loved her, how beautiful he was, but he had never said anything like this before. The idea of Bolin finishing inside her pushed her over the edge and into her climax. Her whole body tensed up and she fell forward onto Bolin as he helped her ride it out. Bolin reached his orgasm just a few seconds after, quickly pulling his exhausted girlfriend off of him and cumming on her stomach. He kissed her once more before falling backward, their chests heaving. 

“No babies yet,” Bolin said with a smile, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. (Y/N) laughed and Bolin picked up his undershirt, wiping the come off of her stomach. 

“You meant that then?” She asked as she pulled on her underwear and began buttoning her top. 

“Of course I meant it!” Bolin pulled his pants back on. “I love you, so much. I’m gonna get you a ring and then I’m going to put a baby in you. Hopefully in that order, but you never know.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. 

“I love you too.” 

A flashlight shone through the foggy window, blinding the two of them. A knock sounded against the glass. “Police, open up.” Bolin rolled the window down, a sheepish smile plastered on his features. 

“Evening, officer, how are--Mako?” 

“Bolin? What are you-? Oh god, I don’t even want to know. Just go home, please?” 

(Y/N’s) face fell into her hands from embarrassment. She didn’t know how she’d ever be able to face Mako again. 

[tvfanatic97-2]

rose recommends 3/?

Hello, sorry for the long break but I’m back w part 3 of the spideychelle/petermj fic rec series. Gald you guys like part 1 and 2, which are linked below.

part 1: slow burn fics

part 2: fake dating

All fic rec lists in this series are tagged #rose recs and #roserecs so you can easily browse them and find fics.

Again, I’m not including my own spideychelle fics in this series but you can check out my ao3 if you like, want to.

Part 3- And they were roommates!

1. and your eyes look like coming home by Bugsquads- encapsulates the domestic goodness and lived-inness that I love so much about roommate aus with a dash of a fear of graduating college and entering the workforce bc who doesn’t love that! lol

2. the conversations we’ve had ‘til 4am by interstellarbeams- nearly 18k words of roommate goodness where you get to see Peter and MJ form a friendship first before they transition to being more. incredible.

3. I Might Do Anything For You (If You Let Me) by spideysmj- 27k, that’s right TWENTY-SEVEN THOUSAND, words of roommate goodness complete with pining and sprinkled with smut!!

4. but it’s better if you do by abusedtrademarkemoji- roommates who accidentally drunkenly get married? sign me up.

5. this coupon is good for...by @peterjonesparker- I don’t think this fic needs any introduction...just, read it

6. Slow Mover by @forasecondtherewedwon- nothing like anxiety about going from living w someone and constantly seeing them to living apart to make you realise you have feelings for someone

7. can’t pretend that you don’t amaze me by idontshaveforher_yesyoudo- the roommate tag is used very loosely here but this is an amazing fic I wanted to rec anyway

8. five things peter loses in apartment 335B by peculiarblue- this is technically not a roommate au but rather a neighbours au but it basically counts, shut up

9. each coming night by @seek-rest- this covers all sorts of tropes (it’s like a trope bingo!) but it’s primarily a roommate au

10. a peculiar offer by @spideyxchelle- spicy roommate au

11. Sunday Night Dishes by @eowima- super domestic roommate au

12. the baby-sitters club by @spiderman-homecomeme - two idiots and a baby

13. Make It Bright When It’s Grey by @amyabbotts- they’re roommates who have been dating all along w/out realising!!

That’s all I’ve got folks. Hope you enjoy these and be sure to leave kudos and a comment, even if just a quick “loved it!” bc comments motivate writers to write more!!!