#anyways have i ever told u guys about how much i love putting random colors in the lineart? it's so fun

[bonicedemandarina]

I finally drew the M&M duo, had lots of fun with it!

I love Milly and Meryl so much. They are truly the only trigun characters ever

[I.D.: A digital, colored Trigun fan art of Meryl and Milly walking together. We see them from the side, talking happily with each other. Milly has tan skin and straight brown hair. She has a hand on her hip and is behind Meryl. Meryl looks up at Milly, holding a box of donuts at her side. End I.D.]

[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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[jidai]

jidai’s budget mutuals/friends appreciation

Hi, all! I’m quite late with this but I decided to put a small friends and mutual appreciations post in hopes of brightening up the end of this year a little bit. ❤️ If you were tagged, please make sure to check below for a small little message from me. However, I want to make it very clear that I truly appreciate all of my mutuals. You guys brighten up my dash and always reblog or create so many funny and creative posts. I just wanted to give a few special shout outs to those that have taken out the time to reach out and interacted with me past my ask box or we just see each other often.

The messages are ordered by your URL, so you might have to scroll for awhile before you see your messages. I’m so sorry lmao. 

Happy New Years, everyone!

@25th​​, Nonnie, the Young Genius. bro, remind me how old you are 🧍‍♀️ Like my brain CANNOT fathom the thought that you’re so skilled at SO many things and you’re not even in your twenties??? PLEASE SPARE THE TALENT. i will even accept crumbs. But I’m writing to tell you that you are such a wonderful presence on my dash. I always look forward to your gfx. They’re so SO good and you’re improving from one post to another. Like WOW. Now, you’re even starting an art blog, too? You’re so dedicated to the arts. I respect that a lot. Your hard work and commitment will bring you very far in life, whatever you decide to do. 

I love interacting with you. You’re such a big sweetheart and full of positivity and energy. I look forward to seeing more of your art and gfx ❤️

@biscuitwalk​, Dann, the AK Wiz. Dann, I know you’re not as active on here so idk when or if you will ever read this but I want to say that I miss you and your creations so, so much. I will say it a hundred times over and OVER but you inspire me so goddamn much. You have no fucking idea. Your works are absolutely gorgeous and unique. I can look at it once and I can instantly recognize your style (and your cute lil’ pufferfish <3). The way you utilize colors and implement various techniques, shapes, textures into your work. Goddamn, you’re so good. I always look to your work if I ever need inspiration and they help me brainstorm. God, I wish I could put it into words how much I adore your works.

We didn’t really talk for long but you seemed like such a kind and fun person to be around. I wish you the best in your future endeavors, wherever you are. Stay safe <3

@elriccs, Mirai, the Short King. 🧍‍♀️ ok look I know, I know I’m TERRIBLE at replying to you and I’m so fucking sorry. I absolutely love to talk to you but my dumbass cannot seem to reply in a timely manner LASELKSAL. That’s on me and I gotta do better. Anyways!!! Thank you SO fucking much for always leaving such kind messages on my work. I swear to god you’re one of my biggest hype man and I ALWAYS look forward to reading your tags. They’re so funny and it makes me all tingly and happy inside. Bro, like, you just radiate big fun vibes, bro. I really hope that I can get to know you better so I can just insult you until it’s too late to walk away </3

And of course, let me also remind you that I love your works so much. They way that you utilize your textures and those muted colors... OOMPH *chefs kiss* I will always love--

@lockhvrts​​, Em the Soulsborne GOD. hi em 🥺 it’s been awhile since I’ve had a proper conversation with you and I hope you’re doing okay! I miss you and our conversations where we do nothing but geek out and complain about the game industry lmao. if you manage to read this, I just wanted to let you know I miss your presence here. It’s been kinda dull not seeing your beautiful soulsborne gifs and your game rants. Let’s catch up soon. <3 stay safe and well!

@nathanprescutt, Benn, the Man. BENNNNNNNN.  I love you a lot bro. I know we haven’t had long conversations for some time and I hope I can change that! You were my first friend on this blog and I will always appreciate it. I remember us just geeking out over your works and how I would always send you a gfx request like once a week LMAO. The one thing that I have always appreciated about you was the fact that you’re very opinionated (if not, very vocal on your stance on things) and you hold your ground. There were a few time where you encouraged me to speak on topics that I think I shouldn’t and that stuck with me for quite awhile. I’m still a nervous rambling mess when it comes to debates but just know that the one time you supported me to voice my opinion--I hold it very dear to my heart. 

While I don’t spend much time together, I will always remember our animal crossing session. It was  so much fun just trashing and chilling on your island. Especially the bar :( that bar was fucking AMAZING. Maybe once FFXVI comes out, we can geek out hehe

Also, thank you so much for sending in photos of all your doggos, omg. I miss seeing them so much I hope they’re doing well. Stay hot, my German bro lol. Ich bin sehr dankbar, so eine tolle Freundin zu haben. ❤️❤️❤️

@noxdivina​, Lin the Big Dick Daddy Kind. The church is open for business bitch and I’m here to preach the GOSPEL.

Okay, jokes aside, I’m really happy that we became mutuals. You’ve always give off this like, mysterious cosmic vibe (????? huh). And your selfies just further proves that you are wtf. But you’re always so kind to those that you interact with. You’re an absolutely sweetheart and like I just want to give you a giant hug every time we interact. You’re such a soft human being. It’s so nice being around you. It’s like being tossed in the oven and baked at 250 degrees F for 25 minutes. And to boot you’re really talented, hello? God really said let there be a perfect human being and yeeted you into the universe. Thank you for always leaving such kind messages and words in my DM/askbox/works. I cherish them so much. I hope I can get to know you better in the future bc you’re rad, bro <3

anyways, updated drawing of u and maya:

i always assume you’re in a black fur parka 24/7 and maya is coatless neck down. also deck me with those jacked arms of yours thanks  🧍‍♀️

(edit: fuck i forgot to draw a PARTY HAT ON MAYA IM SORRY)

@rokuseis​, Sei, the Dumber.

i have nothing to say to you go away you banana hater ASELKSAEKL

BITCH, you doo bee getting on my nerve 24/7/365 🧍‍♀️ you were an unexpected but a very welcomed addition to my life. I can’t believe we really went 1 fuckin’ year without speaking to each other and then suddenly our friendship blew up because over a stupid BANANA. Now you gotta deal with me and my stupid, random, crude ass messages daily. I cannot. Clown to clown communication. But thank you so much bitch for being there for me and telling all of these funny ass stories and life experiences.

I know I don’t say it a lot because when we talk it’s literally just dogs barking at each other but I want to make it clear now: I love your humor and vibe so much. You never fail to make me laugh anytime I talk to you and I appreciate it so much. I can’t tell you how many times I felt better after talking to you. Even though sometimes your fucking jab hits hard and I end up actually inSULTED BY IT. But thank you for becoming my friend and I look forward to all of our stupid moments together. Looking forward to shitting in your sink when I finally fly to your home <3

@wolfamongthem, Anna, the Grinch. Please don’t hurt me for that title. I'm just saying if someone needs a live casting, it’ll be u. Anyways, did you know that I was so fucking intimidated by you for a long ass time, even before we became mutuals aseljas LMAO. I always see your gifs around on explore and they’re so gorgeous and then I look at your text posts and it’s u roasting people like there’s no tomorrow- 🧍‍♀️ bitch I was SCARED OF U KSKS. Now that I’ve talked to you a few times, you’re really funny like where do you find those reaction memes????? Like bro you and your shitposts is my morning cup of coffee. 

Anyways, in 2021 I expect a full-fledge review of all AAA games from you-- no more shit talking in the tags let it all out BITCH. Thank you for being such a great mutual! I look forward to see what weird shit you will send me the next time we talk lmao

@zenien​​, Selm, the I’m-gay-for-Lady-Maria-or-anything-that-moves-in-BB-Bitch™. ok bitch if I’m being honest I wrote yours last so my brain is FRIED. so everything i say from here is raw from the HEARt cause that’s all I got left. But anyhow, we savin’ the best for last! honestly, i didn’t expect you to barge into my life like that. i really didn’t. i was just gonna keep admiring with my 7 feet (2.1336 meters) pole. I’m glad you made the first move because look where we are wtf 🧍‍♀️ friends??? I wouldn’t believe you if you told me that in 2014 when I first followed you lmao. 

You’re such a kind soul. I know you may disagree but I’m determined to convince you. I can’t tell you how much I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me during my rough bits. It’s like sitting on a wooden bench in a park during sunset and you sit next to me, just enjoying the vast sky. You radiate such peaceful energy. It’s very calming. Or you know, 2 seconds later i’m suddenly suplexed by your 40 tons of insults like what-- 

Thank you for everything, so far. Truly. It’s been so fun listening to you talk about your Bloodborne journey and see your reactions live. It’s been so fun to see you post your graphics and it continues to blow me away. It’s been so fun hearing about your life and the stories of your adulthood. Every words that we have exchanged, I hold dearly to my heart--more than you ever know. Love u bitch.

[glitterblazercalum]

got a river for a soul, and baby, you’re a boat

or:  Oh, fuck. We showed up wearing matching couples’ costumes to this party by accident and now everyone thinks we’re together.” + cashton

hello and happy halloween everyone!! giant thank u to ainslee @ashesonthefloor for putting this event together!! and for forcing me to actually get this fic done, looking it over, and generally being a major source of serotonin in my life. another huge thank u to bella @clumsyclifford for being one of my favorite people and loving frat boys enough that it made me want to write a fic about them to annoy her <3 love you both <3 

here is the link to the event masterpost bc I highly recommend checking out all of the other amazing fics: 

https://ashesonthefloor.tumblr.com/post/633534107120549888/hello-welcome-to-my-halloween-fic-event

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 2,872

without further ado, please enjoy the fic I wrote mostly all last night while looping drag me down for thirteen hours straight :))

Calum doesn’t know what fuckhead came up with the idea of having a joint Halloween party for Sigma Nu and Sigma Pi this year, but he really wants to fight them. He thinks he’d probably have a lot of people on his side, considering how much Sig Nu and and Sig Pi hate each other, so he tucks the idea of interfraternity war away in his head as a contingency plan in case the party goes to shit, as joint parties with any other frat always seem to. And it’s not like it’s a one night thing, because all three days of the “Halloweekend,” as Michael refuses to stop calling it, are supposedly going to be spent with Sig Nu, one party at their own house, and two at the shithole that he assumes is the Sig Nu house, in some deranged attempt at bonding. He’ll be lucky to make it out alive, probably. 

Before college, he really never did anything of his own for Halloween, mainly used to being used as a prop or side character for his sister Mali-Koa’s elaborate costumes, or, after she’d moved out, sticking a pair of fake fangs in his mouth to hand out candy to the few kids who rang the doorbell despite his efforts to keep all the lights in the house off. Last year, as a freshman, he’d gotten roped into a group costume with some of the other Sig Pi pledges, and while his memories are...hazy at best, he vaguely remembers falling asleep in a Teletubbies onesie at the end of the night. 

This year, though, no one has tried to tell him what to dress up as, so it’s now a few hours before the first of the three parties, and Calum still has no ideas for what he should dress up as. A quick Google search for “cheap easy costumes” hadn’t really been all that helpful, so he decides to ignore the problem and take a nap until he actually has to leave. 

A few hours later, Michael barges into the room to drag him out of bed, and looks around for a few seconds before asking, “You don’t have a costume, do you?”

Calum groans, pulling himself out of bed and wracking his brain for an idea that he can plausibly bullshit in the next few seconds, because he can’t let Michael be right and have something to tease him about, so he blurts, “I’m going to be a salt shaker.” 

Michael gapes at him a bit for a few seconds before asking, “What the fuck? What kind of costume is that? What are you even going to wear for that?” 

Calum mentally kicks himself in the shin, as hard as possible, because he really hasn’t thought this through. Why couldn’t he have just said cat or cowboy or something even slightly in the realm of normal Halloween costumes? 

“Uhhh.. y’know that baseball tee I have? The one with the black sleeves and white middle?” 

“I’m pretty sure that’s in my closet, but continue.” 

“What the fuck, dude? Give it back!” 

“You haven’t noticed that it’s missing for like three weeks, I just assumed it was mine now. Tell me what the rest of the costume is,” Michael demands. 

“I’ll just tape a piece of paper with a big ‘S’ on it to the front of my shirt, and then put one of those pots with the holes on my head. Bam! Salt shaker!” Calum says, moderately impressed with his ability to pull stuff out of his ass this quickly. 

“What makes you think we even have a colander?” Michael asks, crossing his arms. 

Calum gives him a blank stare. “A what?” 

“That’s what the pots with the holes are called, you idiot.” 

“You think Harry would live anywhere that didn’t have a fully-stocked kitchen? There’s bound to be one in one of the cabinets or something.” 

“Fine. I’ll go get the shirt while you look for the colander.” Before Calum can object, suggest that he look through Michael’s closet himself and steal back any of his other clothes that have somehow wound up there, Michael’s already halfway down the hallway. 

Sighing, he trudges down the stairs towards the kitchen, where one of the seniors, Niall, is sitting with his head in his hands, dressed as a pirate. 

“Hey, dude, nice costume,” Calum offers as a greeting. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find a colander, would you? I know Harry—” 

“Do not talk to me about Harry right now,” Niall says, and Calum stops his search for a moment to send him a concerned look.

“What happ—” 

“That needy-ass motherfucker thinks that just because I didn’t want to do a couples’ costume with him, it means I don’t love him anymore! Never mind the fact that he literally mentioned this idea to me yesterday, well past the point where everyone finalizes their costumes.” 

Calum offers him a sympathetic look and offers, “Couples’ costumes are boring and cheesy anyways. Neither of you are missing out on anything, at least in my opinion.”

Niall lifts his head up from where he’d been repeatedly hitting it on the table to smirk at Calum and ask, “Have a lot of experience with couples’ costumes, do you?” 

Luckily, Calum has finally found the colander, so he opts to ignore the question and just leave the kitchen entirely. 

When he gets back upstairs, Michael’s in his room, unabashedly checking himself out in the mirror that’s on the back of the closet door. “Yeah, yeah, your anime character of the year looks great, now get out and let me get ready.” 

Michael scoffs, “Get ready, as if you’re even doing anything,” but moves towards the door anyway. 

Michael’s right, the costume is ridiculously easy to throw together, and two minutes later, they’re both out the door, walking across Fraternity Row to get to the Sig Nu house, where the music is already blaring and strobe lights throw red, then green, then blue shadows across everyone’s faces. On his way to the kitchen to grab a drink, he sees Niall and Harry walk into the house, holding hands and laughing together, so he assumes that their fight has blown over as quickly as all of their other fights always seem to.

He sees a few different trays of shots and decides he might as well take one to get the night started off right. After, he realizes that he probably shouldn’t grab a beer now, Mali’s rule about sticking to one color of booze for the night ringing in his head, so he settles for filling up a Solo cup with whatever glow in the dark gin concoction is in all the punch bowls. He wouldn’t put it past the Sig Nus to poison the drink on purpose, but it tastes relatively normal, so he grabs another cup for Michael and attempts to leave the kitchen, steering around the couple sloppily making out in the doorway. 

It’s harder to spot Michael than it usually is, considering that at least half the people at the party are wearing some type of wig, but Calum eventually makes his way back over to him. He’s talking to Niall and Harry, and they both offer him a smile before continuing on with the conversation. Once that reaches a lull, Niall leans closer to Calum and says, “Mate, you didn’t need to lie to me about couples’ costumes.” 

Calum has no idea what Niall is talking about, so he shakes his head and asks, “What are you talking about?” 

Niall cackles, and Harry turns to look at him adoringly before going back to talking to Michael, and Calum is more confused than ever. Niall grabs his shoulder and spins him around and points in the direction of a clump of people. “You’re salt and he’s pepper, right? That’s such an obvious couples’ costume, although you two do seem to have a bit of a disconnect on how much effort you put in. That guy really went all out. And dude, why haven’t you told us that you have a boyfriend? You know we’d want to know about that, give him the Sig Pi seal of approval and all that. Wait. Unless he’s a Sig Nu, in which case, I don’t want to know because I’d probably have to kick you out. That’s a joke, by the way.” 

Calum barely has the presence of mind to mumble, “He’s not my boyfriend,” before crossing the room to get to the guy in the hyper-realistic pepper grinder costume. 

The guy smiles as Calum approaches, and despite the costume covering most of his body, Calum can tell that he’s cute. “Why so salty?” Pepper Guy greets, the sunshiney smile still on his face. 

Calum smirks and replies, “Maybe I just need some more spice in my life.” Pepper Guy laughs, and just like everything else about him, it’s cute, and Calum wants to hear it again. “I’m Calum, by the way.”

“Ashton. Nice to meet you, man.” 

Calum leans a little closer so that it’s easier to hold a conversation over the loud music and asks, “What’s the deal with the super realistic pepper grinder costume?” 

Ashton makes a strange noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and says, “I got it off some random sketchy website, but it was supposed to be a chess piece. Something clearly went wrong somewhere in production, and my friend Luke said that I might as well sharpie a “P” onto it and just go with it.” 

Calum makes a noise of agreement, mind stuck on a dumb idea. Before he can reconsider, he sends Michael a quick text that says if u’ve already taken over as dj, can u play that come grind w me song? and a few seconds later, he hears the opening notes and grins. 

“Hey, Ashton?” 

“Yeah?” Ashton replies, as realization slips across his face.

Right in time with the singer’s voice, Calum says, “Come grind with me,” and he laughingly pulls Ashton towards the makeshift dance floor. Neither of them can really dance, so it’s a mess of laughter and limbs flopping around, but Calum feels an unmistakable electricity between them too, and once the song is over, they stay for the next few, enraptured by each other. When they finally exhaust themselves with all the laughing and mock-twerking, Ashton asks Calum if he wants a refill, and when Calum nods, he grabs his hand and starts pulling him towards the kitchen. 

Once they’re there, Calum goes for another serving of the glow in the dark punch, which is steadily dimming as the glow sticks run out of light. Since that’s really the only light source in the kitchen, Calum doesn’t see Ashton until he’s turning around and Ashton is right in front of him, reaching around him for a cup. Calum’s kind of trapped with his back against the counter, Ashton’s pepper grinder costume tall enough to really block out the view of the rest of the party, and the world narrows, all of it contained in where their eyes connect, and then, after Calum has safely set his drink back on the counter, that narrow point expands just a bit to where their mouths land on each other’s. The colander gets knocked off Calum’s head as he lifts himself up to sit on the counter, wrapping his legs around Ashton’s waist to pull him closer, as close as he can possibly get him. 

Ashton’s sucking a mark into Calum’s neck when Calum has his first coherent thought of the past few minutes and pulls back, breathlessly asking “Wait, wait, you’re not a Sig Nu, are you?” fully expecting the answer to be no.

Ashton steps back a little too, and it takes him a second to register the question before he groans, “Of course you’re a fucking Sig Pi, that’s the only explanation that makes sense for me never seeing you anywhere before. You’re too hot for me to not notice otherwise.” 

Calum flushes and mentally curses out whatever idiots had started the rivalry between Sig Nu and Sig Pi before he grabs his stupid colander off the ground and gives Ashton an awkward wave goodbye.  

Once he’s out of the kitchen, he quickly glances around in search of Michael, and when he can’t immediately find him, he just gives up and leaves entirely. Fuck Sig Nu. 

He spends most of the next day bitching about his hangover, and then, a few hours later, bitching about his hangover while helping to set up the house for that night’s party. 

He doesn’t really have much more of a costume for tonight, throwing on a gray shirt and sharpie-ing some whiskers on his face. Michael takes pity on him and makes him a headband with an approximation of what they both think mouse ears are, and Calum is mildly entertained by going up to everyone and saying, “I’m a mouse, duh.” 

His heart’s really not in the right place to party tonight, which is probably breaking the cardinal rule of being in a frat, so he sticks close to Michael, who has taken over the role of DJ, once again. Zayn from Alpha Sig strolls over after about half an hour, devil horns askew, and quietly says to Calum, “Cat and mouse, huh? Didn’t think you had it in you, Hood, that’s proper cute. Not as cute as me and Lou, mind you, but still, I respect the effort.” 

Calum is reluctant to look up and see who he’s accidentally matching with today, because, with his luck, it’s probably another guy from Sig Nu. When he does eventually look up, he immediately makes eye contact with Ashton, who happens to be walking by, dressed in all black and with whiskers sharpie’d onto his face too. Calum wants to bang his head into a wall because the universe clearly hates him if it’s having him match with Ashton again. Even beyond that, Ashton looks so good out of the stupid pepper grinder and in all black that Calum wants to make out with him again. 

Ashton is clearly having similar thoughts when he gestures Calum over and leads them towards a little pocket of quiet space in one of the lesser used hallways. 

Calum really wants to hook his thumb into one of Ashton’s belt loops, so he does, as Ashton looks him up and down a few times. “Is the mouse costume your way of telling me you want me to chase you?” 

Calum murmurs, “Shut up,” before leaning in to kiss him, frat rivalry be damned. It’s just as good as it was the night before, maybe even more so, now that the pepper costume isn’t in their way. At this point, there’s no denying the chemistry. It can’t be blamed on being drunk since Calum’s been nursing the same beer all night, and the part of his brain that’s protesting against being this close to a Sig Nu is getting smaller and smaller as he and Ashton continue to kiss. 

They stay in that hallway for the rest of the night, eventually sliding down to sit on the ground, legs pressed together, sharing stupid stories about their respective frats. Calum’s surprised when the music shuts off because it feels like it’s only been an hour at most, that’s how easy it is to talk to Ashton. Ashton heaves himself up and reaches both hands down to help Calum up, too. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can match your costume to mine tomorrow, but I’ll come find you anyways,” Ashton says, as he leaves Calum with a kiss on the cheek. 

Calum’s too wired to sleep much, so he opts to help clean up the house instead, and that takes up enough of his day that when nighttime rolls around, he’s stood staring at his closet without a costume idea for the third time in as many days. After ten minutes of consideration, he digs through one of his drawers to pull out the fake vampire fangs that he had somehow remembered to bring with him, and he goes down the hall to ask Jack to put some fake blood on his mouth and neck. Jack always goes all out for Halloween. 

Once he’s at the party, he doesn’t have to wait long to find Ashton, who looks incredibly good in his werewolf costume. There’s fake blood on him too, which is really the only way their costumes could be understood to be matching, or so Calum thinks. Tonight, Jack and Alex are the ones to tease him, “You know what, I agree. Jacob and Edward should have ended up together, Bella was boring as shit.” 

Calum’s really not bothered by the comments at all, so much so that he’s already thinking of couples’ costumes ideas for next year when he finds his way over to Ashton and whispers, “Let’s get out of here.” 

“Are you trying to make a move on me? I’m a respectable Sigma Nu, I don’t know if I can allow that.” 

 Calum laughs and tugs him out the door, “Told you I wanted some more spice in my life.” 

[haikyupid]

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uhh ,, hello !! if it’s not too late , could i get a dalgona matchup latte please ? i am a infp-t & my enneagram type is 9 ! people who didn’t really know but now they do say that i always looked/seemed like the kind of person who is really cold & stuck up (only bc i look “mean”) . i’m very loyal . i’m the kind of person who’ll support & be there for my friends . i’m also caring (maybe a little too caring from what my friends tell me. but, i even know that myself) & i tend to be really selfless . once i get to know you , i’m really childish & i always try to make a dumb joke to make you laugh & ,,, i become more talkative & loud . i always catch myself rambling about random things & having too much enjoyment talking about things that i really like . mainly , only people who are close to me see how i really act & behave . i was never really an out-there kind of person ,,, i always like to keep to myself . but moving on to cons , i’m a total pushover— like— i’m not even going to lie about that fact . it sucks but , it is what it is . i overthink waay too much & it causes to make myself panic sometimes . i’m really stubborn & i also really don’t know when to shut up & i tend to be very vain . i also keep my feelings to myself because i feel like i’ll be such a burden or just ruin the mood . i’m a total lazy person & i tend to really take things to heart (which makes me want to morph myself into a person that someone wants me to be) & dear gOd ,,,, i’m so awkward (that it even makes my friends feel uneasy or awkward as well) . i really love to draw , stay up late , sing , & dance (even though i’m very terrible at both ^__^;;) . i also really enjoy being stupid on calls , sending memes , korean food , & kpop ! hmm … my dislikes ? well— i don’t like it when people are obviously being rude for no reason . i dislike very bright colors (neons) , spiders , getting dirty , the cold , & squash . let’s see … in a relationship , i like someone who will make feel safe & loved . i have very low self-esteem so i seek someone who is supporting , too . someone who is caring even if they tend to act cold or maybe stubborn . & i like someone who’s going to be there for me like i’m always going to be there for them , no matter what . i also really like a someone who is strong , cool , & protective . i do like that small things like “hey , go to sleep .. its late” & “good morning/good night” text , heh . but i things i don’t like too much in a relationship is too much pda . i’m not really a big fan of making out in the halls & stuff . but ofc i don’t mind holding hands & small kisses on the lips (i like to show all my love & affection behind closed doors) .

aCK- i hope this is okay & not too much- sorry if it is !! i hope you have a wonderful day ! :>> i really love your blog ♡♡

Thank you so much for ordering and checking up on Kyupid's Love Shop. One Dalgona Matchup Latte coming up! Huh, I’ve been seeing lots of side effects for this one… anyways, I matcha up with ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥

➞ before you two were in a relationship, ryuu didn’t actually… particularly like you, he was still smitten with ms. kiyoko y’know

➞ he’s sadly one of those people who do judge the book by its cover, but only because he prefers to be surrounded by positive people, and well… you didn’t particularly radiate that kind of vibe with, uh, your face (he really do be a hypocrite though with that ‘grr grr thug’ face of his 😔✌️)

➞ ryuu found you so intimidating (and beautiful, but he was in denial back then), you once saw him do his signature ‘gangsta’ look at you; yeah… y’all definitely didn’t get along at first — but ahem, let me introduce you to another matchmaker, ennoshita!

➞ enno knows your true personality and he vibes with you so well, therefore it really confused him when you accidentally slipped in something about ryuu’s attitude towards you during one of your guys’ convos (y’all were in a group project together) and he knows the reason why ryuu tends to avoid you, so he devised a plan to get you two to know each other: have a study date!

➞ when ryuu walked into the room and saw you, mans turned into the flash and just dashed towards the exit — but enno was one step ahead, so he got nishi to lock the doors before dropping off tanaka, and his attempt to leave failed

➞ it was soooo embarrassing for the both of you when enno kept on trying to keep a conversation going between the two of you; but when he decided to leave to make hot chocolate, ryuu apologizes and voices his concerns, and you just reply with “oh… oh, yeah that kind of happens… a lot” so you try to explain your side; he was honestly heartbroken from hearing that you experience it often, so he made it his mission to make it up to you

➞ and now would you look at that! you and ryuu are suddenly a couple now— (better thank enno for that)

➞ he will apologize profusely about the way he treated you beforehand, even if you’ve already told him a millions times that it’s fine; like y’all already have kids and he’ll still be like:

“hey, honey…”

“yeees?”

“you remember that time in high schoo—“

“omg, ryuu, not this again…”

“i just want to say that i’m so sor—“

“it’s been 19 years!”

➞ you will honestly feel like a queen, i’m being legit here; he’ll not only be your king, he’ll also be your knight in shining armour, and your butler — he’s the whole package, bby, and you’re one lucky girl to get all of that

➞ you think you’re too caring? nah, ryuu’s about to show you the life of a full time simp (skjkskss ik that being a simp is like so looked down on, but ik that every girl wants a man who’s a simp anyways)

➞ i’m kidding, he’s actually not a simp (A man who foolishly overvalues and defers to a woman, putting her on a pedestal) but more so he’s a doting boyfriend; you just know that you’re always gonna be at your best once you get into a relationship with him, so in a way, you are treated like a queen but not to the point where he worships the ground you walk on

➞ unless you tell him that you need some space, he’ll either have his arm lightly snaked around your waist or his hand resting on the small of your back; it’s his way of knowing that you’re protected and safe around him

➞ this relationship’s dynamic works extremely well since you both balance each other’s personalities in the aspects that you won’t have to worry about being a pushover around him since that’s not something that’ll occur with him; your more reserved personality compliments his outgoing one since if ever needed, you two could bring out the other side more in each other; he tends to have a more free personality (he’s still mature, but tends to enjoy life’s offerings) so whenever he feels that you’re overthinking again, he will coo and just reassure you that it’s okay to overthink sometimes, but it’s not worth having it control your entire mood and day

➞ ngl, he’s hella stubborn as well, but when it comes to you, he makes sure to understand your thinking first and then decide before he’ll let you take control — unless he thinks you’re completely wrong, then he won’t hesitate to put a foot down because he’s not going to help you turn into a spoiled brat, which is what hubby-material boyfriends do!

➞ to him though, it’s okay to be a lil’ vain, everyone wants to look to their best! but if it does however is on the verge of crossing the line of being full-on narcissistic, then he’ll confront you about it and ask you about why you’re acting the way you are, he’ll just try to put you into healthy-thinking mode back again

➞ you like memes? welp, that makes the two of you then! he definitely sends those wholesome memes, but his most favourite one to send you (especially as one those ‘good morning texts’) is:

➞ then he follows it up with ‘good morning, babe. strong power thank you to you always 😙😙 i love you so much. see ya at school!’ (aight, sorry, i just had to)

➞ kpop dances and karaoke on. the. daily! it doesn’t matter which song he’s dancing/singing to, as long as he gets to see you smile and know that you’re happy, he’ll do it all for you; he’ll also be your hypeman, and you’ll legit feel as if you’re an actual kpop idol with all the cheering he does — we love a supportive bf in this household

➞ *cough* he’ll sing lemonade by jeremy passion to you and he sounds so fokin beautiful— *cough*

➞ during calls with him, all you can hear is very loud laughter; whoever hears it (saeko for the most part) will just unconsciously smile since your guys’ laughs are just so genuine, even if it sometimes sounds a bit like a bunch of overheated kettles, they’ll just know that you both are having such a good time together and i mean, who wouldn’t want something like that?

➞ with you, he’s the type to send a message asking if you’re awake at like 2 AM, and if you do reply then expect him to come thru your window with some food in hand because he just felt like hearing your voice and seeing you; if not, then he’ll just send some cute message like ‘sleep tight and have good dreams, baby, i’ll see you tomorrow at school’

➞ once you two started dating, ryuu just had a more realistic view of relationships and he honestly prefers it way more than the scenarios that he’s created; now he appreciates privacy when it comes to showing affection instead of full-on just laying it all out in public, it just makes it that much more special to him; holding hands and just small skin contacts is his much more preferred pda than bear-hugging you or kissing you

➞ he’s not as needy as most expected him to be, in fact he actually often just caters to your needs because to him that’s enough; so expect small gifts here and there like making you a bento box, buying you strawberry milk, key-chains and bracelets, etc.

➞ he’s just more mature when he’s in an actual relationship because he does think that that’s something special that should only be shared between the two lovers; that doesn’t mean that he won’t occasionally show you off though, so you may or may not accidentally hear him rambling to the vbc about how lucky he is to call you his

➞ he will remember and notice every little thing about you; he notices that you’re humming some new kpop song absentmindedly? he’ll ask you about it during lunch; you made a small comment about liking korean food? he’ll make some for you! and best believe it tastes amaaaaaazing

➞ with ryuu, the thought of being a burden won’t ever cross your mind because he will often remind you that you make his days so much better and thank you for it (just good shet right here)

➞ even if you feel bad for not going to gyms with him because of your tendencies of being a lil’ lazy, he won’t force you at all; he’ll either just give you a kiss on the lips and walk you home before going, or he’ll call you whilst he’s at the gym; you’ll just feel so appreciated

➞ oh, and you won’t ever have to be worried about being awkward! there’s no such thing when you’re with your boyfriend ryuu, everything just comes so natural when you’re with him, everything will just feel so right

➞ this is the relationship that everyone knows will eventually turn into marriage and building a joyous family, and everyone expects to be invited because they all wouldn’t want to miss any part of yours and ryuu’s genuine relationship that they’ve all more than likely have been a part of since the beginning; in short, everyone wants to witness your relationship’s full story till it’s very end.

I hope you enjoyed your Dalgona Matchup Latte! Here’s a visual of your chaotically genuine relationship with Tanaka Ryuunosuke: After seeing your true persona during the study sesh with Enno, he’s become all flustered every time he looks at you instead of looking at you with his usual ‘imma thug’ look; Your first kiss (he planned it, no kidding — literally place, time, the vibes, he just wanted it to be perfect for you); Tanaka likes to take his shirt off, so when you both cuddled for like the third time, and just blacked out from exhaustion after a heavy day of practice, he wakes up to find you cuddled up against his chest which is bare, this man screams— his thoughts were like ‘omg, did we do it? was i drunk? omg, pls forgive me, y/n 😭’… and you’re just left there like ‘bruh, dafuq?’; when he’s feeling appreciative of you or just being soft in general, he hugs you similar to the gif and kisses your temple before burying his face into your hair to whisper “i love you so much, y/n, you don’t even understand”; him holding your hand to his face and just talking to you, whether it’s about your day or his, or telling you how much he loves you, is probably something that he does all time whenever you two are alone.

Thank you so much for ordering and being patient with Kyupid's Love Shop, I hope you’ll still order in the future! Have a very very lovely day, sweetie ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

an: lmao, forget about kiyoko, you his girl now. periodt.

sorry this took waaay too long, bby 😔 the spa day turned into a whole pamper-me day so i was out all day… i’m really sorry, i hope you still like your order even though it came later than promised 🥺 if there’s anything wrong (gif, colored texts not showing up) then please message me!

tanaka is waaaay too underrated, but i honestly think that he’ll literally be one the top 5 best bfs from haikyuu, like legit this man will make you feel like a damn queen (kiyoko do be lucky tho) maybe not in the beginning, but like definitely after a few weeks or so.

[littlemessyjessi]

James Potter : Fluffy ABC Headcanons: Plus Size Reader

Fluffy Alphabet (Shoutout to my lovely friend, Traenon! She literally saved these for me months ago from something she read and sent it to me through messenger.  So credit to OP for the prompts!)

James Potter  Headcanons James Potter x PS Reader

X Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Well, the mushy answer is your courage.  He's in love with that fierce "Mama Bear" thing  regardless of gender.  The fact that if someone even breathes a little angry at someone you care about...you just fucking lose your shit.   He's real into that ish.

Physically?  Hmm, probably them thighs!  Yasssss, he could stay there all day.   In a sweet fashion...or a naughty one, lol.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

As an only child- yes he wants a herd of children.  I'm not joking.  He told you he wanted six.  You nearly killed him but he did say that he was ok with adoption too. The whole carrying a baby thing is fine to him but he's also cool with adoption.  He just loves you and wants to have kids around.  And to spoil them like he spoils you.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Ha, good luck.  You're not going anywhere.  James is not above pushing the bed against the wall, forcing you to the inside and trapping you between him and the wall.  He loves you.  You're his favorite.  He's not about to give up one ounce of cuddle time.  

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

He does love a good ride on the broom on a clear starring night.  I mean, that's just a perk.  But honestly?  Some of the best have been in detention.  He's purposefully gotten you both in trouble before just so you could hang out alone together, lol.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

You are James' inspiration.  You're his drive.  You are the light of his life and the fire to keep him running.   For you?  He'd do anything.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

When Sirius' mother showed up at the school and started screaming at him.  And you?  You hexed her six ways from Sunday.   It's your protective nature that really drove it home for James that day.  Also, sidenote- Sirius sees you as his sister and you're his favorite.  He steals you away from James all the time so you can hang out, lol.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

For all his boisterous personality, James really is a sweetheart.  he'd do anything for you.    You're amazing to him.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Listen, if you're near James...You're fucking stuck.   That boy, lol.  Omg, I hope you're not sensitive about your fingers because he's threading them together and they're in a vise grip...forever.  If for some reason, you have to leave to I don't know- void your bladder- prepare to be yanked back into his chest and he'll whine for ten minutes.  Only when your bladder is on the brink of explosion and you unlease your rage will he let you go....and maybe not follow you.

I = Impression: first impression/s

Your first impression of him was that he was a git.  Second was that he was a pretty awesome quidditch player.  You didn't actually give him the time of day until about 5th year and even then you broke his nose when he swatted your bottom playfully.  He got the fucking message, lol.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Please, he's the king of pranks.   He pulled one on you....once. You retaliated to the point of near death.   He got the fucking message.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

They're so random sometimes but super special and sweet.   Never fail to make you smile.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

He did.  He's been saying it forever anyway.   But the first time for real? He did and it was super cute because he was loaded with firewhiskey.   But he remembered the next morning 6 am when the hangover hit him.  Poor guy, pajamas barely hanging out and he's screaming up the girl's dormitorities until someone shoved you down to him.

"I just realized I said I loved you last night." "Yeah, I know James." you laughed rubbing sleep from your eye. "I was shit faced." he said. Your laugh was a bit dimmed, "Yeah, I know.   You weren't really all there at the moment." "No, that's not what I meant." he said taking your hands into his.  "I mean, - what I mean is that I do love.  I mean it.  I meant it then.  I've wanted to tell you for a long time." "James you've been telling me since we were eleven." you laughed. "Yeah, but not for real." he said. "And I mean it- for real.  I love you." "I love you too, you crazy boy.  Now go back to bed and sleep off your hangover.  And for the love of god brush your teeth before you try to talk to me again."

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

He adores the time you nearly beat someone on an opposing team to death because they cheated during a quidditch game.   He flew right into the stands to kiss you.  Both to quell your rage and because he loved you.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

He does but it's usually vintage finds.  Little things you come across together.  The both of you have this completely useless matching pocket watches.  They don't work and it gets stuck half the time but they match and they're special.

O = Orange: what color reminds them of their other half?

Well, he loves house colors on you of course.  But he also favors you in blue.  Just something about it on you looks amazing.  Doesn't matter the shade.  Just blue.  

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

He's totally a 'babe' person.  

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

James actually loves going antiquing with you.  It's a favorite thing. There's a whole cabinet of useless junk you never do anything with but he likes it.  And looking at it makes him smile because he remembers the little dates you went on when you got it and how you got whipped cream on your nose when the two of you stopped for ice cream.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Whines.  He whines, lol.  Truthfully, he doesn't mind the rain.  He just doesn't want to be stuck inside.  So you drag him up the tower where you can be sheltered but still be outside, technically.  You cast a protective, warming, moisture wicking spell and it's all fine.  Until his love for you gets the best of him and he tries to get frisky.  You threaten to throw him over if he doesn't stop pinching your butt.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each o ther up.

He cheers himself up by sticking to you like glue.   You cheer him up by telling him how much you love him. He cheers you up with the most delicious treat to ever deliciously treat.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

He's a whore of a gossiper, lol.  And he knows everyone so he's always got it.   As quidditch obsessed as he is, you'd think he'd talk about that.  But nope.   It's juicy gossip.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Baking.    Honestly.  Baking.   A trip to the kitchen and a little experimenting.  Somehow baking up a cake or making some cookies puts him at ease.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Everyone knows he's amazing at quidditch but he loves to show you that he's intelligent.

Pranks are fine.  Quidditch is fine.  Magic is fine.  But he knows you're impressed with the mind and so he enjoys acing things and making you swoon.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

When: Every day from the moment you started dating him.   Been calling you Mrs. James Potter since you were 14. The guys literally call you Mother Prongs or Mrs. Prongs.

But he really asks you one day seemingly out of the blue.  Truthfully, he's been thinking about it for ages.    

"I call you my wife.  Everyone says you're Mrs. James Potter.  But honestly, babe.   That's something I think about all the time." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Honestly, woman.  I haven't even got the question out of my mouth and you're already questioning?" "James." "Give a lad a chance!" "James." "I mean-" "James Potter, if you don't ask me within the next five seconds I'm marrying Sirius." "How dare you!"

Still didn't ask you for six days out of spite and protest. So you acted like you were marrying Sirius.  

He held strong until Sirius asked him to be the best man and he nearly killed him, lol.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

"My Girl" - The Temptations. And he sings it to you and whoever else who happens to have the unfortunate experience of being around..... Whenever, wherever. Quidditch? Hospital? Funeral? Grocery store?   Just know that if it strikes him...he's singing it and you'll have to bare witness to his one man concert whenever he feels the need.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

"You're the snitch to my seeker, babe.  Can't keep from trying to catch you." "You're a chaser, James." "And you're a keeper. Get it?" "Be very happy that I love you. No one else would put up with this level of cheese." "You got it, babe."

Z = ZZZZ: How do they sleep? Surprisingly light and usually not for very long.  Years of quidditch has made him an early bird so he's usually up first.  You hear his ass blundering around.  But on the plus side, there's always hot tea for you when you do get up.

Hello darlings! Hope you enjoyed this little piece and have a wonderfully awesome day!

If you wanna see more of my content just check out my blogs! @littlemessyjessi is the main blog full of fandom fictions, imagines, headcanons and sickeningly sweet fluff! Yeah, I know, lol. Barf.  But hey, I like it. @witchyweirdness is the magical blog full of witchy content And last but not least !   @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus is my monster blog full of all kinds of monster related content! So I hope to see you there! Love, Kenny

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Love, Kenny

[trickkombowerskru]

The Bowers Gang When They Fall In Love With Their  Best Friends

Request:Anonymous: Did u ever do a hc best friends to lovers thing for the bowers gang? If not could you maybe please with a cherry on top!!! Thank you!!!!

A/N:I am so sorry this took so long

Warnings:None

Henry

You had been best friends with Henry as long as you could remember 

It began all the way back in kindergarten

He didn't have anything for lunch 

So you gave him half your sandwich and some of your cookies

Thus your bond was created

As you two grew up together people wouldn't question it since they knew you two were a pair

But they would wonder about you two

They couldn't get why you a sweet little girl who wore sundresses and braids or pigtails was doing with the rough and tough resident school bully who wore old worn out looking clothes 

But despite people's judgement you two just kept doing your thing

Always looking out for each other

Hell your place practically became a second home

Well really first since his place wasn't much of a home to begin with

But you let him stay and sleepover whenever things were rough

Comforting him when his parents divorced

And patching him up when Butch took his anger out on him

Telling him you would get the hell out of Derry one day together

Just you and him

And maybe the guys if the wind blew that way

Him teaching you how to fight so you could hold your own

And telling each other everything

Well expect for the fact you mutually pined for each other like idiots

Belch was the holder of that information for the both of you

Trying to give each of you advice 

Without spilling you liked each other 

Because he wanted you two to confess on your own time

Key word being trying

Patrick caught on 

And got so sick of you two flirting that he just blurted it one day

"God dammit you two are annoying the shit out of me with this lovey dovey holding out crap. You both wanna fuck so can you just kiss and get it over with so I don't have to deal with this sappy pine fest anymore. FUCK."

You and Henry look at each other and blush 

"That true? Do ya got a thing for me?" 

You nod

You gaze into each others eyes before finally kissing him

After all these years it felt surreal

Belch and Vic cheered and Patrick wolf whistled to fuck with you

"Very touching. Now can we get the fuck out of here?" he pipes up

You both smack him

And when you get in the Trans Am Henry stops you from climbing into the back

Pulling you into his lap

You talk about when your feelings developed and how they first started

His arms on your waist securing you

Yours around his neck 

Occasionally kissing his cheek

And having made plans for you first date to occur on the weekend

Patrick

You and Patrick sure have the weirdest friendship history

You have known him basically all your life

Having your parents be friends in church

So naturally you had to interact a lot

And at first you two didn't get along at all

Until the faithful Easter of 1980

Both of you just 6 years old

Your parents had brought you to the kids section of the church

Him all dressed in his little tux

You in your sweet little pink and white Easter dress

You two were arguing when you just shoved him

He got up and shoved you back

A small slap here and there

And some pushing

Before you knew it you two were laughing as you got into a mini brawl

Your parents pull you off each other and scold both of you

Until they realized you two were finally getting along

They tell you to play nice without hitting each other

And eventually you do

You tend to play like you're a queen and he's a king

Making Patrick in his little fucked up head know that you're real

Sleepovers

Even after your parents try to stop you he still snuck over and vice versa

Sharing a bed

Sneaking out of church when you could to get high

Thinking his pencil case is fucking gross

Also knowing about Avery

Possibly being there when he did it

Well not in the room but the living room at least and not knowing what was happening

Tbfh you know EVERYTHING about Patrick and vice versa

Like each others deepest darkest secrets

Well dark on Patrick's part at least

Him knowing you like him

Even if you don't tell him

Patrick telling you that you'll always be by his side

And sticking to that

I mean hell not only were you his Goddess

But you were also his only friend for a while up until the boys

Not like he needed anyone else

But still

You were with him before puberty hit him like a truck

Back when he was just that weird creepy chubby kid

Which quickly went away when his growth spurt plus the bits of exercise did wonders for him 

Evening out his weight and making him the 6 foot lanky ass tree he currently was

Of course your feelings for Patrick did develop before that but that transformation definitely added to it a whole lot more

Finally getting together when he asks you why you never had a boyfriend

Not that he cared since he wanted it that way and his presence scared most guys off anyway

"I-I don't know Pat, I've just never met anyone else"

Realizing your fuck up you turn red as

"Anyone else? So you like a guy?"

"Um yeah you could say that."

"Do I know him?"

"Can we change the subject?"

"Awww come on Princess I won't tell him."

"Seriously Patrick let's just movie on."

"But why-"

"It's you, you asshole! I have a thing for you!"

You expect to get rejected

But he just smashes his lips on yours

He kisses you hard

"Took you long enough"

"Oh fuck you"

You smack his shoulder

And he puts his arm around you pulling you into his lap

Not even taking you out

But just taking you home 😏

Vic

You and Vic had been friends since 1st grade

When this bitch stole your crayons and wouldn't give them back

Vic felt bad and shared his with you

Needless to say since he had the 64 pack with the sharpener that the girl felt stupid afterwards for taking yours

And while you two sat there and colored you hit it off

And now here you were in high school

Vic still by your side

Venting to each other

Being the first one he comes out as bi to

Dying your hair together

Well more like helping him bleach his

And him talking you into different colored streaks from time to time

Getting high and talking about random shit together

Hanging with the gang more than you would like

Getting into all kinds of trouble

Through all of the craziness over the years you developed a crush on each other

Silently pining

Until you're at a smaller party than usual

Well more like a big get together

There is like 20 of you

You, Vic, and the boys included

And someone decided since it was a 50/50 split of guys and girls that you should play 7 minutes in Heaven

You reluctantly agreed although you've never been kissed before

Cue you being redder than a damn strawberry when you had to go in there with Vic

It starts off awkward

Knowing that neither of you have been kissed

Before you decide to just go for it

I mean who better for your first kiss then your best friend of a crush right?

He is shocked but kisses back

When you leave the room you get hoots and hollers since your lipstick smeared on to him

You reach over and grab his hand

Ignoring the comments from the guys

Belch

You and Belch have been best friends since diapers

Your mothers had been best friends their entire lives

So naturally they wanted their kids to be best friends

And best friends you were

You and Reggie were practically joined at the hip

Doing everything and anything together

Comforting him when his dad leaves

Celebrating with him when he gets his license and going on a long drive in Amy

Him protecting you from the gang when they hit on you or in Patrick's case handsy

You two both have feelings for each other although you push them away

Because you don't know if he feels the same

But rest assured he does you have that boy wrapped around your finger

And you find that out in a less than ideal moment

Basically you were out with your boyfriend when Reggie was expecting you over 

When you get over there he is relieved since it was a few hours later than you told him you would be

And when he finds out where you were he gets a little pissed

"Oh so were out with Adam."

"Yeah. Why?"

"I was just worried you know people goin' missin' and all."

"You're right. I'm sorry for worrying you. I should've called saying I would be later."

"I just don't get it."

"What?"

"Why you're with him. He's cheated on you how many times? He doesn't deserve anymore of your tears at this point. All the douche does is break you into smaller pieces every time and I gotta pick em' up. I know you're extra trustin' but why do you wanna be with a guy who does nothin' but hurt you?"

"I...."

"I mean hell what does he even really know about you anyways? Does he know that your absolute favorite thing in the world is a long drive? Does he know that you sleep with your teddy bear after seein' a scary movie? Does he know durin' rainy days all you wanna do is stay huddled up in your blankets? Or what how nothin' makes you happier than a slice of your mama's peach pie? Fuck I mean does he even know what your favorite color is?"

"Well I mean...why do you care?"

"Why do I care? Maybe because I'm your best friend? Or maybe it's because all I want is for you to be happy? Or hell maybe because I'm so damn in love with you and you don't even fucking know it?"

Then he realizes what he said

"You love me?"

"Shit I'm sorry. I probably made everything awkward now."

You say nothing

"I just....I think you deserve the world even it if it ain't with me I want you to be with someone who treats you like the damn Princess you are."

You step closer and kiss him

"I love you back."

"Ya do?"

"Yeah. I have for a while now."

"You have?"

"Yeah. I was just scared you didn't feel the same way."

"Well I definitely do."

You smile and take his hand as he leads you to the couch

And you two snuggle up under a blanket and watch movies while lazily kissing every now and then

[monster-ronpa]

DR1 boys meeting their s/o for the first time (they’re in a long distance relationship) and finding out they’re actually a monster? (you can choose which monster)

Interesting! I’ll try my best on this then!

Also, as I am going to write a second part, I would like to know if you’d like Hifumi excluded–I was planning to exclude him anyways but, I just always want to make sure. Just in case.

~Mod Rachnera

My Partner is Actually a Monster (DR1 Boys and their Monster!S/O, meeting after being in a long-distance relationship: Part 1)

Makoto Naegi(Kobold)

Makoto met you on a forum website. It was a discussion website for things based around Hope’s Peak, before he was enrolled in it.

While other forum users were usually pretty bland and typically acted kinda normal, you were oddly…enthusiastic.

As enthusiastic as he could tell from the internet, anyway.

Something about your enthusiasm and general way of “speaking” charmed him about you.

One day, you actually PM’d him through the messaging system–it was really random, but you had explained for him in the first message:

“i was really bored and no ones on rn except u! so do u wanna chat?” “Uh..sure, okay.”

Who knew you’d hit it off so well you two began dating? Dating online anyway. It was a long-distance thing.

It went on for a good year and a half, you two’s relationship. But throughout the whole time, you never sent him a picture or a video of yourself ever! You said that you wanted to make the first actual meeting very special.

Makoto was nervous about what that meant, and he started to worry that once you met him, things would go wrong–but at the same time, he tried keeping his hopes up.

It was in December, and you had saved up enough to come down to his place! So here he was, waiting at the airport for you. Looking at the last text you sent that you were leaving, he was anxious…

“Makoto!” the voice suddenly called out to him and he gasped a bit, turning in its direction to find..

A dog-like monster person running towards him, waving happily.

“….who..?” “Huh? Oh, you don’t recognize my voice?”

……wait.

“S/O?!” you were a monster? You laughed nervously at his slight surprise, rubbing your hand against your arm awkwardly.

“There’s–nothing wrong with that, right?” oh crap he said it, “W-Wha? Oh! N-No, not at all! I just–I dunno, it momentarily surprised me. But, I-I don’t mind.”

After getting over that slight shock, he smiled, walking to you and taking your hand, which was definitely a new feeling for both of you, your faces said it all. 

The thin but prominent layer of fur covering your body was coarse but still–it was warm. You were warm. Your hands were twice as big as his and even had paw-pad-like padding on them, but…something about them was..nice.

Your enthusiasm was still there, your tail was wagging furiously as you held hands with him, making your way out of the airport while catching up with him about your days.

Makoto, while having to get a bit used to your species’ mannerisms in reality as opposed to online, didn’t mind you being a monster at all. He cherished your relationship heavily.

Byakuya Togami(Yuki-onna/Snow Person)

Byakuya never was one to really actively search for and uphold a relationship as long as he ended up doing with you. Never did he think he’d meet someone who he’d end up sharing a bed with, sharing meals with…it was so unnatural.

The way it happened was pretty unlike him too.

Yasuhiro and Aoi set him up on a dating website. That’s how you met.

While he was very opposed to the idea and got upset with them over their interfering in his love life, the deed was already done and he’d already gotten a few messaging requests. 

Most of which he denied of course, as most of them were commenting on his appearance, were bad pickup lines, or porn bots. But there was one that caught his eye. It was yours.

“I was forced to talk on this unusual site per request of my friend–do you want to spare a few minutes to talk? If not, that is perfectly understandable.”

He checked out your profile for a quick “review” and found that unlike most others, this profile was like his–simple, to the point, and you didn’t seem very gaudy.

….well, this is rather civilized and forward for a site like this. So, he decided, since they’d probably bother him about it anyway, he’d give them the benefit of the doubt and have ONE conversation with you.

One conversation turned into two, now he’s adding you into his social media, now he’s got your phone number–well, long story short, you’re dating.

But, Byakuya was new to relationships and…well, he felt uncomfortable holding out like this for so long. He wanted to make sure you were truly someone he could respect.

Someone he could maybe….trust, more. He already felt that there were a few small connections there but he needed more reassurance that you were worth staying around rather than just a few “I love you”s on a text screen.

So one day he called you and told you to get ready and head to the airport. When you asked “what for?” in that strangely calming, smooth voice of yours..

“I’m coming over there to see you.”

And sure enough, he did. Waiting at one of the Togami Residences in (insert country) for you, he put on the coat he had brought with him, as it had gotten chilly all of a sudden. Calling you, he sounded mildly impatient.

“Where are you? I’m here. I texted you the address.” “I am right here.” pausing, he turns to see you.

And you were…absolutely bewitching. Come to think of it, he’d never asked for a picture or video or anything–he wasn’t the type to do that.

Staring at you, he blinked out of his trance, as you stood there, dressed nicely despite the snow. Wasn’t it November??

“….are you..” “S/O. Yes.” “….and…you’re a yuki-onna/snow person..?” “Is that bad?”

Well, Byakuya wouldn’t admit it to your face, but he’d grown a soft spot for you during the time you’ve been dating. The cold wasn’t the only reason he blushed as he turned away.

“….no, it’s fine. Your species isn’t really a defining factor in our relationship anyway.” “I see….that makes me happy to hear it, from you, in person. To–to see…you, in person.” you gave him a small smile.

“…..to be honest, I’m glad to see you here in person, too.” he admits.

Leon Kuwata(Mermaid)

Leon first “encountered” you when you were sharing some song covers of yours on Youtube. Although you were the type of cover channel to use game or video footage of the source of the song you were covering, the sound of your voice was just so pleasant and you seemed like such a cool person in Q&A videos and all.

Your personality was really cute, and while the more “thirsty teenage boy” side of him kicked in when he saw your face reveal. He couldn’t help but eventually make a move.

Anxiety revving as he sent a PM to you through your Discord server, he was extremely nervous (even if now he won’t admit he was) when he saw you were typing, only to get the most adorable reply back.

“Hello! I’m glad you like my stuff! ^_^”

And it went from there.

While Leon started off the whole “romance” thing by being kinda flirty and not really too into the idea of falling in love, he ended up falling head over heels for you.

You really were as nice as you seemed to be in your videos–well, I mean, it could’ve been fake, but he was glad that in the end it wasn’t.

You were polite, and adorable, and humble–he wasn’t really any of those things in his mind, but you accepted him for the slightly cheesy, rowdy, regular guy he was.

Leon even started trying to sing with you! Discord wasn’t always the best for duets, but, when the connection was okay, he tried singing songs to you or even with you! Your voices harmonized well when he wasn’t voice-cracking from nervousness.

Eventually you said you were making plans to come down there and see him, and Leon sure as heck was excited for that. It seemed your family was getting enough money, and with the help of your channel (which was a struggle, believe me) you eventually got enough to come down and see him!

He met up with you in the park, as he thought that’d be both the most romantic first place to meet–cuz of the fountain, and you loved the outdoors.

Leon was waiting underneath a tree, a picnic set up as he saw someone coming over. In a wheelchair?

Looking up–it was you! “Hello, Leon!” you greeted him with a kind smile and he returned it with an awkward, pink-faced smile of his own.

You both talked and ate under the tree, before you decided to go ahead and slip from the chair. Leon was a bit hesitant, asking you multiple times if you needed help standing before you blinked.

“O-OH, uhm, Leon–I-I am a Mermaid. I have no legs,” as evidenced by when you slipped onto the ground, revealing a large, brightly colored tail.

Leon stared for a bit, before having a moment of realization. Oh. “….oh, uh, alright! That’s cool, S/O!” and realizing also in that moment that he didn’t really care that much. You were still his partner, human or not.

You looked surprised that he took it so well, since he’s never saw you until today and he shrugged.

“Well, for one, you’re S/O, two, I love you, three, you’re cute either way! I mean, look at these little fin-ears you got!” “Ah! Don’t touch them, they’re ticklish!” “Gives me more reason to try!” “Leon, noooo!”

Mondo Oowada(Killer Bee)

Mondo actually kinda forgot when he was introduced to you–he’s pretty sure it was a group chat kinda thing where one of his friends knew one of yours, something like that.

You were honestly pretty chill, in the group voice calls you guys participated in. You were sarcastic, kinda aggressive sometimes, but most of the time, he got along with ya well.

Mondo never really personally chatted with you til one time you two ended up being the only ones really actively chatting on a weekday–everyone else was offline or too busy to step aside and say hi.

To avoid clogging the main chat, you two headed for PMs and…well, hit it off, I guess.

The two of you bonded a lot, and eventually a month passed and you two started an online relationship.

Everyone in the group chat knew it, so it was no secret among you and your friends. Some of them even teased you guys about it, it was great.

One day though you called him and insisted on him coming down there–or you going up there, either way.

Eventually he settled on coming down there to see you–he hasn’t been outta the country much and he wanted to know what your place was like. Plus, some anxiety about you coming down here and getting hurt by a rival gang who just happened to learn about you was creeping into his mind by the minute when he thought about that, so he felt better going over there–you know, where gangs might not be as prevalent.

When he and a few friends (coughs obviously Chihiro and Ishimaru) got enough money to come over, he made sure he was ready to meet you face to face–the one he may or may not have shared a few “in-call” kisses with which was really embarrassing but endearing to think about and oh look here come some people.

In the airport, the three of them met up with two others who…claimed to be friends of yours.

Well, they did sound like the two, and after Chihiro briefly quizzed them on a few group chat things to be sure, and sure enough, it was them!

Due to the cold weather, you stayed home, so they brought Mondo and the gang to the house! After going inside, one of them called for you.

There was a loud, slightly disconcerting buzzing coming down the hall until you–at least, he assumed it was you–showed up, blinking.

“Ah, here already?!” “Huh? Wait–S/O, is that you?” yes, it seemed that you were a Killer Bee. Mondo was….mildly shocked. But, then again, you did kind of have a cute little quirk where you’d draw out s’ and z’s when you talked.

You were….really good looking in a way. You grinned and flew over to Mondo, hugging him tightly, which, he returned after a bit of a pause.

The six of you caught up with each other, and though Mondo had to get over the last bit of surprise he had when he found out you were a Killer Bee, he had no problem with it.

Ishimaru and Chihiro, on the other hand, were mildly afraid of you due to hearing how aggressive Killer Bees could be sometimes. But, since you and Mondo were too busy eating each other’s faces and making goo-goo eyes at each other, they thought: if you were happy, they were too.

And, for sure, Mondo loved you a whole bunch.

[cherrysaiyan]

There was an experience I had when I still had my dA up and running. It was over one of my old [self-insert] dbz OCs, Daiko.

At the time, her name wasn’t Daiko but Lia, which was just my name minus the S. In middle school, specifically 6th grade, I was obsessed with dbz. I made self-inserts of myself and my cousins, ‘cause we all loved dbz. Reason I took out the S from the name is because I was embarrassed over my classmates knowing that was self-insert, since a lot of them always liked looking through my sketchbooks [something I stopped doing when I had E N O U G H of them smudging the pencil art and getting finger prints all over other pages].

Now, when I started out my dA account, dbz OCs were some of the first art I put up. I don’t think I ever made it clear “Lia” was my self-insert, but I never really thought that needed to be said seeing as I made my real name public on there. It should’ve been obvious, right?

Anyways, fast forward years later, maybe some time in 2013 or 2014, maybe even 2015? At that point, I’ve pretty much abandoned my account because my abuser stilled followed my dA and a lot of the shit he forced me to draw for him was still the most recent of art I had up. I’d still post art once in a while, but then I stopped when my stalker from Gaia Online started stealing my dbz art and asking for weird requests [he kept asking for ship art of Bardock and Pan, which.. yanno, he’s her great grandpa 8| I genuinely believe this guy knew NOTHING about dbz, but that’s another story].

So, some time before I deactivated my account, someone felt the need to comment on a profile I made for Lia. This person told me that it was canon that all saiyans have black hair and eyes, and that a saiyan who lost a mate would mourn over for them a long period of time and wouldn’t move on so quickly. Now, if you remember, Lia was my self-insert. I gave her some of my traits - brown hair, green eyes, and I made her love interests the dbz guys I was madly in love with during middle school - Raditz and Yamcha. I was 11-12 yos when I came up with that stuff, and still applied it when I was like.. 16-17. When my abuser came into my life, I was never able to focus on making changes to her because all my time and energy went into him and wat he wanted.

This person left a comment about canon stuff, and I just fucking laughed. Like, at this point, I’m already in my mid 20s. I even showed this to @kaiju-z to laugh over it n shit. I know for a damn fact someone outright stole/copied Lia’s design/story. My stalker already did that as well as another person [I had a friend confirm this, and he offered to out the person, but I told him he didn’t have to], and some other random person stole another of my dbz OC’s design/looks before. But, because I hadn’t been active in so long, there’s no way I could back up my claims on the 2nd part of the former. My only alibi was the date on which I posted the art, but this person only focused on the art itself. Obviously, this person is friends with someone who stole my character Lia.

The reason I say that is due to the fact that I have a black-haired saiyaness with purple/violet eyes, another with fucking magenta hair & violet + blue streaks and blue eyes, a third with strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes, a saiyan with blond hair and blue eyes, and a saiyaness with silver hair and eyes. All outlandish hair + eye colors that stick out. But no, this person goes for my self-insert. I’m not sure how far they dug into my gallery, but they did and decided to comment on my self-insert and tell me all this canon shit and wat not. They could’ve left that comment on literally any of the listed saiyan OCs, but went for my self-insert, which made me Very Suspicious.

I replied back saying I had made all this in middle/high school, changes were a thing that’d happen soon enough. It still makes me suspicious that this person pointed out my self-insert, especially when they had a self-insert demon saiyan with red eyes. So, my only conclusion is that this person was friends with someone who ripped off my self-insert.

Being spiteful, I’ve left her hair brown and eyes green. I changed her name to Daiko, ‘cause I decided to give all my Planet Vegeta born saiyans veggie pun/related names, as well as their kids. I’ve left Daiko paired up with Yamcha. To add some extra spite, I made a new saiyansona/self-insert that I paired up with Raditz. 8) In fact, I might very well make a saiyan OC with bubblegum pink hair and bright blue eyes. 

So, I guess the moral of the story is to let people be creative regardless of canon [esp if it’s harmless creativity] and don’t steal people’s art/OCs/etc, and then enable/defend the art thief and hound out the person they stole from and tell them to change their OC.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[felixthekoala]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*soft bias tag*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

tagged by: @bangchcn and @changbeanie ily guys <333

So, after popular request, I decided to do this for Jeongin, even though he’s technically not my bias, I’m just scared of Felix rn lol.

(Lemme just warn you I kinda got carried away lol)

*♡  ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. Who is your bias?

Felix, but I’m doing this for Jeongin!

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. What made you notice them?

I’m gonna answer this as what made me first start straying into his lane.  So he’s always been a wrecker of mine because we’re similar and we’re close in age, plus I love his eyes so much and his personality is just so lovable.  Also his singing voice gives me chills.  I just love Jeongin oof.  But he’s really become a huge wrecker for me ever since I went on asc and my friends (who call themselves love detectives XD) were convinced that he had a crush on me, and while I don’t fully believe it bc like that’s impossible esp for me lol, his reactions and stuff were cute and it just made me soft seeing him be so sweet and adorable when interacting with me.  And then I started watching a bunch of videos of him and stuff and I’m even softer for him.  Yeek someone help me.  

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. What’s your favorite thing about them?

Oof this is hard.  I really love his eyes, but I think the thing I like most about him is his smiley personality.  his smile is so beautiful and I love the fact that he started smiling more when he was told people were scared of him because he looked intimidating.  I actually can relate to that, because when I was in middle school as well, people thought I was mean because I had rbf.   Also I just love his interactions with the other members, especially Seungmin and he’s such an underrated meme like the faces he makes XD  Also the way he literally freezes when he does aegyo is like the cutest thing ever???  Like what’s not to love about him tbh.  But anyway yeah he’s just such a sweetheart and he’s so precious. 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. Who would initiate skinship more?

honestly, I’m not sure, because we’ve seen him reject the members countless times, but idk if that’s him trying to maintain his savage maknae image or if he really isn’t comfortable with that sort of thing.  I am a koala though, and I even cuddle anything next to me when I’m sleeping, so I’d probably unintentionally initiate skinship constantly, so probs me?  But like I’ve seen him interacting with Felix on vlives and like Felix one time just leaned back on him and was like playing with his knee and Jeongin actually like lowkey put his hand through Felix’s arm and it was really subtle but sweet and adorable so I feel like he might do like really lowkey stuff like that that he might not realize at first?  Like absent-mindedly putting his hand on my arm or elsewhere and stuff like that.  Idk I just feel like he isn’t as afraid of cooties as he seems but he’s still pretty shy.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. Who would hog blankets more?

oof me.  I pull blankets off everyone.  But I can see Jeongin being like one of those grumpy sleepers who fights back so it’d turn into an all-out blanket war with neither of us conscious and we’d wake up with random footprints and bruises on each other XD

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. Who would be more clingy?

Probs me tbh, unless he was like really whipped for me, but I feel like this boy would try to seem cool or whatever and be like that subtle clingy type, like pretends he doesn’t care but comes up with excuses for his s/o to stay with him.  Like ya know that typical “you should be near me so you don’t die of hypothermia” kinda thing.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. Who would say ‘I love you’ first?

honestly, probably him because I’d be so scared of being rejected I’d wait for him to say it first, which might take a while lol.  Watch it be like months of us shying away from saying it but talking about it 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･  8. Who would be more easily flustered?

Jeongin is a shy floof, so probs him, but like that boy makes my heart race so idk we might be equal...  Like we’d take turns making each other flustered.

“Hey Cait”

“hehe hey Jeongin”

“Hehe u look nice today”

“Hehe u look even better”

*both faces red as tomatoes*

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. What cuddling position would you two have?

I’m the little spoon all the way.  But like couch cuddling (if he’d permit it lol) I’d def just like curl up with my head on his shoulders and his arm around me cuz that’s like my fav position.  When I sleep, like I’ve said before, I am literally a koala, like anyone or anything that is in bed with me (ask my various friends who have shared a bed with me on school trips lol they have some hilarious stories XD) will end up with all of my limbs (arms and legs) wrapped tightly around them and my head tucked into them.  So I feel like Jeongin is just gonna end up getting used to me falling asleep while with him and wrapping my entire body around him.  who knows?  Maybe he’d eventually find it endearing/enjoyable XD.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. Which colours remind you of them and why?

pink, bc both of us really love pink and pink is a soft color just like that soft boy.  Also he said he wants to dye his hair hot pink and I’m actually dyeing my hair rose gold next week so lol we could be the pink 01 liner squad/duo  jkjk idk what im saying lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. Which season would you like to spend with them?

all of them autumn.  Autumn is my favorite season, and plus it’s the season for cozying up by the fire with my favorite autumn scented candles and hot apple cider and I can bake cookies and pies and stuff.  And autumn is also halloween, so we could wear amazing couple costumes and eat a bunch of candy and watch scary movies together (with me ending up in his lap hiding my face in his chest bc I’m the jumpiest person ever).  It’s also the time my family tends to go to Disneyland, so I could go there with him over Thanksgiving while the festival of holidays is going on so we can go on all the special revamped rides and eat a bunch of the special foods and enjoy the ambiance and take a million cute couple photos at different parts of the park and go on California screamin and the Guardians ride a million times and take adorable photos on them as well.  Oof I’m sorry I could go on about all the Autumn things I’d kill to do with Jeongin omg

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

I’d bake and he’d steal the batter, but I’d def take a bunch too.  Tbh, it’d end up a full-out batter battle with more batter on our faces/in our hair than in the bowls.  Then we’d just go out for ice cream XD

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

I’d make the bad puns and he’d half judge me half laugh shyly bc he thought it was cute?  (this is hypothetical, if he liked me lol just gotta remind y’all i don’t actually think Jeongin thinks I’m cute XD)  

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

BOTH OF US  I already have 3 dogs and 2 cats and I’m sure Jeongin would love all of them, but he’d also want one that was like ours so he’d probs get at least another puppy and name it some cute name that’s like an inside joke or something that only we would get.  Or tbh he’d name it a marvel name like Loki bc we’re both geeks like that XD  (one of my cats’ full name is Loki’s Bolt of Chaos, so...)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen try to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

I’d def burn down the kitchen, I’ve already burned myself countless times and set myself and my school’s chem lab on fire...  and Jeongin would come in a panic and try to stop the fire but he’d be clueless how to stop it and end up having to call Chan to help.  Cut to twenty minutes later after all the boys were dragged out of bed by the commotion, glaring at me and Jeongin while Chan lectured us about the dangers of trying to make a snack at 3am while half asleep.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

He’d lean over and I’d pull him back because one of the major fears I have is losing things I love over a railing/bridge (ahem my phone, I always have a hulk-like grip on it when on bridges and the like) so I’d be terrified he would fall off and if he didn’t go down immediately I’d probably have a panic attack and end up crying bc like I said that’s like one of my biggest fears and I couldn’t afford to lose him.  Obvs my crying would make him immediately jump down and see what was wrong.  And after that I’d hold his hand tight and make sure he didn’t get within 3 feet of a railing.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. What would watching a horror film with them be like?

I feel like we’d both be pretty terrified (tho I’d def be more terrified cuz I’m the jumpiest person ever), and Jeongin would try to seem cool but inside he’d end up being too scared to go to sleep that night and we would just end up staying up and talking and watching comedies and stuff.  Maybe he’d find it cute when I squeaked and jumped during the horror movie??  Idk lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

I feel like both of us would be the shy flirt.  Like Jeongin is a shy floof and I just spazz out when trying to flirt, so I wouldn’t actually be able to flirt with him until I was more confident with our relationship.  Like I’m okay flirting around people I’m not crazy about, but with Jeongin I’d be super shy and end up tripping over a trashcan and falling on top of it as a result of me trying to look cool in front of him.  (funny story that actually happened to me.  The guy definitely noticed me lol.  And talked to me.  Literally just to ask me if I was okay bc he saw the whole thing including me walking into two walls right before then... yea... and that’s def not the only time I’ve embarrassed myself and spazzed out in front of my crushes...)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. Who is more competitve?

Probs me.  But when I like someone I either turn like extremely competitive to look good in front of them or whatever or I do the exact opposite and let them win bc I don’t want them to feel bad or be annoyed by me.  But with Jeongin I can totally see myself getting super competitive with him while baking cookies or something and we like turn it into a contest to see who can make the best cookies and then he tries to sabotage my batter and I try to retaliate and it ends with both of us on the floor covered in flour and chocolate

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. Who would have to be given constant reminders? (Remember to eat, don’t forget to your keys, etc)

Probably Jeongin, like I’d take care of him whenever and obvs I’d be constantly worried about him, but I feel like he’d nag me for being awake/on my phone at 4:00am and I’m very forgetful and all that lol.  I can see him trying to seem all judgey or savage ahem fact attack Jeongin u guys like “tf are you doing up, we both know you need that beauty sleep” but after a few months of me panicking and thinking he actually meant exactly what he said, I’d realize that’s just Jeongin’s way of showing he cares so I’d start sassing him back and wow I just turned this into a rant/me just droning on about texting Jeongin someone help me

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. Who sends memes and who sends cute ‘I miss you’ texts at 3am?

I’d def send memes and tbh he would too lol, but if either of us sent like a sweet serious text (esp him), we’d reply with a lovely wholesome meme (esp me).  But tbh once I got comfortable around him (cuz I’d be shy af at first), I’d def just send him a million sweet messages, although tbh I’d more likely call him 24/7 bc I miss him and I’d say it to him over the phone as opposed to through message.

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bit of a rant/review of pokemon the movie i choose you

Ok. Can we talk about the Pokémon movie? It was a beautiful fucking mess.

Why?

Let me preface this by saying I am a huge Pokénerd and am a fan of the games and anime (I haven’t watched it in years but what I have seen recently I enjoyed). Saying that, I also am someone who won’t take “well it’s just a kid’s show/movie, it doesn’t have to be good” as an excuse ever, especially with well-done kid’s movies are coming out every year at this point.

Anyway. if you are curious, for some reason, about my opinion of the latest movie in the Pokémon franchise....continue reading.

Also. SPOILERS BELOW.

So. Like I said previously. It was a beautiful, terrible hot mess.

A h o t mess

Let’s start with why I thought it was terrible (and weed out the butthurt fans right off the bat)

Story wise, there were issues. Since they crammed the entirety of season 1 into it with different characters and picked the best episodes of the season as story points.

Like I would compare it to The Last Airbender movie in how over-stuffed it was in story, since that movie also tried to an entire season into a movie, but I can’t compare them because The Last Airbender movie is actual garbage and this movie is.....not that.

Main complaint is movie length. Why is it so short when it could have been so much longer and filled with more character interaction and development?? I’m not asking for Pixar quality because I’m not expecting Pixar, but if you’re gonna introduce us to new characters and expect us to love them and miss them when they leave, give us a bit more to go on than just snapshots of their journey. Speaking of snapshots, though, I did like that little touch of Verity going through her phone to show the moments they’ve all been together -- clever, time-saving story-telling choice, that.

“No one watches/plays Pokémon for the story/characters” -- WELL I DO. THEY’VE DONE IT IN THE PAST AND MADE A MEMORABLE STORY AND GAME FOR US, SO THEY CAN DO IT AGAIN. Have you even SEEN Pokemon Mewtwo Strikes Back? BECAUSE BOI THERE WERE TEARS AND IT WAS THE BEST.

Just...The reason the other Pokémon movies worked so well/better is because we knew the characters involved aside from Ash. If we’re being introduced to new characters in this movie, give us a reason to care about them.

There was also just very little tension because I knew that they were just highlighting parts of the first season (or so), so whatever problem they had would be worked out by the end. Also, because it’s Pokémon and Ash is an OP MC.

My boi Sorrel tho

I love Sorrel, though. A+ dude. I wish he had more screen time because he's such a cute little bean and I FUCKING CRIED when his Luxray died HGHSJJJJjdee (but does he only have Lucario?? Like I know he was too afraid to love a Pokémon after Luxray, but boy are you seriously going on your own with one mon???)

I was also happy to see that he found Articuno, but WOW these kids are lucky because together they’ve all seen like four legendaries (Entei, Raikou, Suicine, Ho-Oh) in the span of a year (or so?) Some people, apparently, don’t see legendaries EVER and these kids see FOUR? I know it’s because plot but dang.

Verity (like the lake!)

Verity (ha her name is Verity and she's from a region with a lake named Verity lol) kind of just reminded me too much of Misty with her Pokémon being water types. If they were gonna add that little background about her mom, I wish they would have done more with it. Like...explain how she uses water types because her mom loved water types. She uses a Piplup because her mom has an Empoleon. I just wanna know MORE about her. GIVE ME MOREEEE DANG IT

I also def thought they were gonna have her mom as someone we've met in the games/show before, but no. Just random, faceless character we never see/meet.

Angry child Cross who is essentially Kacchan from My Hero

Can we talk about Cross for a second?

Yes, he’s an asshole, but, especially with that little redemption arc, he’s not EVIL. Like I know they needed someone to set off all the bad things, but this boy doesn’t have an evil heart. Just say....like a darkened heart or whatever because if he was evil he wouldn’t get a redemption arc like that. He’s just a proud asshole who believes in strength over friendship.

Honestly, true antagonist is Marshadow because WOW SOMEONE NEEDS TO COOL THEIR JETS. I was also incredibly confused as to if Marshadow was good or bad.... Like they say its a guide and someone who restores the balance or fixes the Ho-Oh feather, which sounds like a good guy, but this little bitch was stirring up all the trouble and ends up being the main villain like good lord what is going on.

The animation, the colors

Damn I forgot how good the battles look. Like DAMN. So much tension for a battle I know Ash is gonna win. So much hype when LITERALLY NO ONE UNDERSTANDS TYPE MATCHUPS LIKE A PIPLUP VS A PIKACHU THE PIKACHU WILL WIN IDIOTS

Ahem. But I'm probably thinking too much like the games and not the show which kind of throws the games out the window so whatever.

But yeah, man, I forgot how beautiful something can be when it goes onto the big screen. Like, the Pokémon anime has always had a certain look, a certain charm to it (yes, even in the Sun and Moon series), but it just looked so great and beautiful and gorgeous and lovely on the screen and I’m honestly excited for it to come out on DVD/BluRay whatever so I can see it again.

Ok...it’s not Your Name or a Ghibli film. But...it’s still a very pretty Pokémon movie and it touches my nostalgic, nerdy heart.

ALL THE NOSTALGIA

You read my complaints above, but I will admit that, while it was a bit ridiculous to cram the entire first season into one movie, I enjoyed that it was a celebration of sorts of the show from its beginning? Which was honestly great. They had all of the best, most memorable moments from the show (the pilot -- obviously, finding Charmander, Bye Bye Butterfree). I was near tears a few times with all the nostalgia, guys.

I wish they had brought back Misty and Brock if they wanted to really really celebrate the first season, but c’est la vie.

AND THEN THAT THEME SONG GAVE ME LEGIT CHILLS. I DON’T CARE THAT IT WAS REMIXED. I HAD CHILLS. GOOSEBUMPS E V E R Y W H E R E.

I saw the theme song remix on YouTube prior to seeing the movie and I felt all the nostalgia then, so you’d think I wouldn’t get chills when I saw it.

Welp, we’d both be wrong then. Because ALL THE CHILLS. ALL THE HYPE FOR THE REST OF THE MOVIE. IT WAS GLORIOUS. (imma put it on repeat after i post this, tbh.)

Other things that don’t really have a place elsewhere

Also, this was pretty much the X-Men days of future past of Pokemon. Tbh. Because, unless this is just AU first season? (I can’t remember if this was confirmed to be just the alternate universe first season), it’s like they’re saying well, here’s the NEW beginning of the show so now we can do whatever we want woo! (Jesus I sound like Kukui)

Speaking of doing whatever they want...

PIKACHU SAID WORDS??? ENGLISH? WHYY???????????? I WAS SO CONFUSED AND WONDERED IF MY SODA HAD BEEN SPIKED

I know they were trying to do the throwback to Mewtwo Returns (BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THAT WAS ONE OF, IF NOT THE, BEST MOVIES AND SO DOES THE POKÉMON COMPANY) and we all want to remember why we love Ash and Pikachu so much and why THEY care about each other so much. But....that was.......strange. Maybe the Japanese audience liked it more because that seems to be the only opinion they really care about, but I know I wasn’t the only one in the theatre just staring at the screen in confusion asking what the actual f u c k was going on.

Last things

I may have my complaints -- that I’m throwing out into the ether just to get them out of my head -- but that doesn’t mean I disliked it.

It’s still Pokémon and I’m still a fan and everyone will still be fans regardless of any issues with the movie, any story problems, any characters featured (or lack thereof **MISTY AND BROCK).

With its beautiful animation, particularly in the battles, and gorgeous set pieces, because WOW did you say some of the views they had?, it was nice to see Pokémon celebrated with an old story told with a fresh coat of paint.

This movie may not be the best. It may not be Pokemon: The First Movie Mewtwo Strikes Back (honestly, most movies aren’t that, so that might be a bit unfair to say.) But it’s still got that Pokémon charm we all know and love and has some pretty cool characters along the way. It’s definitely something that every Pokémon fan, young or old, new or a veteran, should watch and enjoy. Because, despite its flaws, it reminds you of better times, nostalgic times.

It reminds you of that first time you played the game or watched the show, when your biggest choice was your starter Pokémon and adventure was just outside the door, waiting for you to take the first step.

(Yes, I’m basically saying nostalgia is what powers this movie, but we’re celebrating the 20th anniversary, so of course there will be nostalgia.)

Some fandoms can’t say they’ve been around for over 20 years -- but Pokémon, with its die-hard fans and ever-growing fanbase who will support just about anything that comes out relating to the games/show, can. And the movie understands that. It understands that just about everyone who sees it will put on their hat, grab their Pokémon, and sit in those theatre seats like we’re all excited 10 year olds waiting to go on our own journeys, waiting to revisit the world of Pokémon regardless of how good the movie is. And that, the strength of the fans and the perpetual love of the series, in my opinion, is the greatest strength.

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witch!taehyung

alright so witch kim taehyung!!! he lives in this little apartment in the same apartment building as the rest of the ~~bangtan coven~~ and they all work at warlock jin’s magic shop, which is 50% hoax magic and 50% real magic. magic is not known by the general public but the shop gets enough business to stay afloat and people would come to just see seokjin working at the counter anyways let’s be honest

taehyung’s apartment is full of random magic books and video games and ingredients like newt’s tongue and random printed out wikipedia pages that he wants to use for his new potions, it’s an organized mess but it’s cute n cozy

he wears loose cotton and silk shirts and fitted pants and these weird silk slippers that he got when he was visiting a coven in china to learn about their potions….. dream boy

jin always uses taehyung’s herbs for cooking and taehyung gets annoyed like hyung!!! thats for my potions!!! and jins like well this dinner is a potion that u aren’t getting if u don’t shut the hell up

taehyung isn’t super good with spells because they require a lot of concentration and something always goes slightly wrong with his spells, nothing major but enough to be bothersome, and his magic is the most volatile out of all the boys so when he gets super emotional or passionate or sick weird things happen

one time he had a really bad cold and accidentally made min holly squawk like a chicken. yoongi was like. thats enough.

what he is good at is potion making though! because he gets to mess around and create new formulas and he just has a knack for it

so jin just lets him mess around with a cauldron in the back room of the shop and come up with little potions to sell, some he makes are dumb like “your toenails will never grow long again!” and “make your landlady’s plants come back to life!” but also some are like real love potions and luck potions

the more intense ones are very diluted and everything but the store has a good reputation in seoul for cute trinket potions that help in everyday life and taehyung likes talking to the customers about what the best potion is for their problem

“your dog won’t stop puking??? well i have just the thing for you mrs lee”

anyways so u are the new owner of a little florist shop down the street from the magic shop, you grew up in a family of florists and used to be working in another part of seoul until your aunt retired and gave you ownership of her shop!

and you are aware of the magic shop because it has such a weird window display and every morning you pass it on your way from the subway stop and “hmm” to yourself, but you’ve never actually gone inside

but one day this cute guy comes in with his long hair getting in his eyes and he asks u for common toadflax, angel’s trumpets, and henbane………….

and naturally ur like. um those are poisonous and also who would want a bouquet of those plants….. would u be interested in some lilies???? they are much nicer ?????

“no it’s not a bouquet i need them for a potion, do you have any?????”

part of u is like. let him get the damn toadflax himself. but also part of u is just so damn smitten by his little nose mole and weird request that you don’t want to let him down, so u tell him you will get some at the flower market in the morning and deliver them to him

and when he gives you a HUGE smile that makes your heart jump in your chest you know this strange man could ask you for grass and u would go “sure let me get some for u.” u are already WEAK

he leaves so fast that you don’t even realize he pressed a wrinkled business card into your hand that has probably been through the wash 5 times

that is the day…. u meet kim taehyung, and the rest of the day you can’t stop thinking about how nicely his loose silk shirt accentuated his golden skin…… and even as u arrange a bouquet you can’t help but wonder what he is doing…..

little do you know that back at the shop taehyung keeps mucking up the acne prevention potion he is working on because he keeps thinking about how nice your smile was!!!!!jimin and jungkook keep bugging him because he’s so distracted and yoongi is like what’s up this is the fourth mini explosion in an hour i just want clear skin!!!! hehe u are both enamored with each other!!! cute

the next morning u go collect your normal flowers from your normal vendors, but you also pick up the flowers taehyung wants and the vendors give you odd looks but you wave them off and hope they are not too weirded out by your new interest in poisonous plants

and you deliver the ingredients to the shop and seokjin is like. “these are for taehyung hmmm? 1+1=???” *math meme*

taehyung has been checking every time the welcome bell rings in case it’s you, but when you come by jungkook had just turned jimin’s hand into a toy hammer and the back of the shop is chaos so he misses you and when he finds out he swears he will never ever ever forgive jeon jungkook

and now that u have established this mutual crush taehyung comes by like three/four times a week asking for the normal toadflax etc and sometimes the way more bizarre wolfsbane and “a single white rose picked from under an elm tree at midnight”

a lot of the ingredients he asks for he has at home but he doesn’t tell you that. jin is mad taehyung is spending all the shops damn money on random ingredients that are just drying out in the back room but also he doesn’t have the heart to tell him off when taehyung gets all moony every time you drop off his orders

it’s been like a month of this and you’ve gotten used to taehyung coming in every day and asking for this or that and then talking to him for half an hour before a new customer comes in or one of his coworkers comes to drag him back to the shop

he’ll tell u about the latest movie he watched or some weird story namjoon told him about the lady who runs the corner store and you tell him about the dog in your apartment building and show him pictures you’ve taken of the sunsets that week

and you get along really well, like really really really well, you can talk about pretty much anything comfortably and you don’t exchange numbers or anything but you know that he’ll drop by every day, or you’ll come to the magic shop with an order that took a few days

sometimes taehyung will invite you to the shop for tea and he and seokjin work together to brew this unreal tea that soothes ur muscles and cures your colds and ur like!!! “taehyung this tea is magical” and he just gives u a mysterious smile

and you still really like taehyung, more than you ever thought you would, but you’re worried about telling him and ruining this nice thing you have so you just hold onto your secret and hope that it passes

meanwhile taehyung will not stop talking about u and the other guys are like. please just ask them out and taehyung’s like “but how ?? how do i do that????? what would be good enough for them???!??!”

basically ur both big dummies

at this point u see each other every day until ………. hoseok accidentally gives taehyung a super strong honesty potion instead of the cold cure one he wanted (hoseok: “they are the same color!!!!” namjoon: “hoseok the honesty potion is BLOOD ORANGE and the cold cure is VERMILLION”)

and of course! taehyung is saying a bunch of dumb stuff but mostly he is blabbing about how much he likes you and jungkook is like haha let’s go make him confess and jimin is like hmm i’m interested but seokjin scolds them and is like i’m not letting him embarrass himself like that!!!!

but as the hours go by you’re worried when taehyung doesn’t show up!!!! what if he’s sick or something!!!! so you close up a little early and grab some leftover flowers for jin (he likes having flowers in the shop so u give him ones that weren’t bought) and head to the magic shop

and when u ask jin is like taehyung???? he’s uhhh……. he’s at home he’s sick! poor kid! i’m sure he’ll be fine tomorrow!!!!

“but……. i can hear his voice??? in the back????” “no that’s just. a recording. haha”

you’re suspicious but finally you’re like! well i’ll head out i guess make sure to put those lilies in water! except no taehyung has escaped the grasp of jungkook (as soon as he heard your voice he was like!!! ! i have to go talk to them they’re sooo pretty i want to see them wow!!!!!!) and he’s calling your name

long story short the honesty potion has made taehyung a mess the conversation goes something like:

“taehyung! i thought you were sick” “the only sickness i have is how…. u make me feel……” “??????????” “your hair looks so pretty today!! i mean it looks pretty everyday but it looks so pretty in the sun right now…………………….. your eyes are so sparkly……… you’re so beautiful…….. i like you so much” “????????!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?????”

jikook are losing it in the background until seokjin finally drags taehyung away from you (he is still staring at you moony eyed) and is like “haha see u tomorrow bye!!!!”

understandably you are a little confused

and the more you think about it the more you worry that taehyung found out about your crush and was making fun of you because? it was so surreal??? but ur like no no taehyung wouldn’t do that……. would he??? and you stay up really late worrying about it

so the next day when taehyung comes into the store you pretend not to notice him and sort of brace yourself in preparation for something bad………………….. especially cause he looks so worried too…………….. he stands there fidgeting for a good minute while you act like you’re organizing the bouquet you’re working on

finally he clears his throat and is like….. hey…… uh……. ,,, ,, i’m really sorry about yesterday…………. and ur like oh god he’s apologizing because he is about to tell me he doesn’t like me but u make yourself smile like “it’s okay don’t worry i understand”

and taehyung is like you do?!??!?!?!?!?! and you’re like i’m sorry ,,,,,, you had to find out like this! i’m sure it is awkward for you!!!!

of course he’s like. what

and u refuse to look at him just shrug and go…. well you found out…. i like you right? that’s why you were weird yesterday??

and taehyung is like “YOU LIKE ME?????????? but i like you!!! why do you think i order all those dumb ingredients would i really need a single petal from a cherry blossom tree?????”

“why do you think i would get you a single petal from a cherry blossom tree??!!!! i would only do that for someone i really like!!!!!”

the two of you just stare at each other in shock and then taehyung is like “well then if we both like each other let’s ….. go on a date!!!”

and u do!!! you go to a little coffee shop down the street after work and pet the owner’s cat and everything is back to normal except taehyung is holding your hand and you shyly brush crumbs from the corner of his mouth and then blush and everyone in the cafe is like wow. what a beautiful drama unfolding before our eyes

at the end of the date taehyung moves your hair from your eyes and does his big box grin and is like “i can’t believe you like me….. all this time i was afraid i would never be able to kiss you” and ur like !!!!!!!! how can u say something like this when ten minutes ago you were talking about the best episodes of naruto!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!! and he laughs big and loud and wow you’re really in deep what the hell

but you muster up all your courage and when he stops laughing you lean up and kiss him and it’s his turn to be flustered

he texts the groupchat immediately after with a million exclamation marks and emojis and everyone���s like. jesus christ it’s about TIME

taehyung still comes in every day to bother you and order weird plants but also he kisses you over the counter (“taehyung no!!!! there’s a customer!!!!” “i don’t care”) and picks you up for lunch and brings you his amazing tea in a thermos when he knows you’re feeling a little bit bad

and the two of you watch ghibli movies at his house and you hide your face in his shirt when you cry but he’s crying too and is like!! don’t worry about it you’re beautiful even when you’re crying~~ ~ ~ and ur like no my face is covered in SNOT

ur always like uhh…….. why does that jar over there look like it has eyeballs in it??????? and taehyung’s like don’t worry about it!!!!! here i’m gonna kiss you!!!!!!

taehyung: sends u approximately 10 dog photos a day

you: 💝💛💕💌🍯❣️♥️💐🌙💞💝💕💖🌷✨💗💕💛🍯💌❣️🌹🌟❤️💗💛🌟💐💓🌷💝🌟💕🍯♥️🌹🌟💐💓💗💝❤️💐🌟💘💖🌙🍯✨💘💗🌟🌷💛💓♥️💌🌟❣️🍯❤️💐✨💓💖♥️🌟💌💓💗🌙💛✨🌷💗💓💛🍯💌❣️🌹🌟❤️💗💛🌟💐💓🌷💝🌟💕🍯♥️🌹🌟💐💓💗💝❤️💐🌟💘💖🌙🍯✨💘💗🌟🌷💛💓♥️💌🌟❣️🍯❤️💐✨💓💖♥️🌟💌💓💗🌙💛✨🌷💗💓

you find out he is magical in the most mundane way, you’ve been dating like a month and a half and taehyung has a fever and his magic is going wild, and when you go over to feed him soup (like a CHILD because he begged u to take care of him…….) he sneezes and accidentally breathes a little fire???????

and ur like …… what the HELL ……. but taehyungs like **sniff** oh i’m a witch **sniff** **sheepish smile***

honestly. ….. you are pretty unfazed …. because it explains a lot…. and it’s not like he’s a bad witch or anything so it’s just a cool development!!! fun

but after that you always bother him asking him to cast little spells or do this and that and he’s like i can’t do that…. ask hoseok hyung or something…… and gets pouty so you have to cover his face with kisses and promise him that he is your favorite witch even if he can’t transform your broken lamp into a kitten like hoseok could!!!!

the first time you get intimate taehyung accidentally makes the bed shrink.

he makes u potions for every single problem in ur life and you’re like taehyung ….. honey…… i need to do things myself also……. just because you can make a potion that will make my landlord forget i have to pay rent next week doesn’t mean you should……….

basically the two of you are silly and you start to pick up weird ingredients that you think he’ll like out of habit and you’ll sit watching him make potions sometimes because his hands are so pretty stirring the cauldron!!!

he works hard to learn a spell that will make your bouquets last a really long time and when he first shows you you almost cry because…… all that for you? and he kisses your forehead and is like i would go to the moon for you!

taehyung: “honeybee should i make you a love potion to make u fall in love with me~~~”

you: “it’s a little late for that isn’t it?????”

[standbyjk]

CHAPTER 1: I Need U

Natty, come here! Hurry up!" I heard my mom's voice calling on me from downstairs.

I put off my headphones and got out of my bed leaving the warmth of my room behind. I walked down the stairs heading to the living room.

My mom started talking as soon as I entered:

"Wow, that was rarely fast."

"I am not in the right mood right now. What is going on?"

"I found an interesting offer."

"What kind of offer?"

"For a job.I think you should do something more than just laying on your bed and watching netflix. It is your last half a year of high school. You can study online. You said you don't want to go to the university anyways and I respect your decision. Then it's the right time to start being a bit productive. You don't even go out with your friends anymore."

"Mom, I go out."

"When did you last hang out with your friends?"

"Last saturday. I went shopping with Emily."

"Natty... it was a month ago."

"A month?" I whispered with shocked look on my face.

I remained quiet after realizing that everything she told me was true. I haven't seen my friends for a few weeks now and I don't really miss them. It's not like I don't get on with them, I do but they are not that kind of friends you want to be with very often. It is really hard to explain. I don't know if that makes any sense. But at least it does make sense for me. I thought that maybe one day -

"Let me show you that offer. Believe me, you will love it!" she started talking while intterupting my thoughts and lead the way to the computer. I sat on the chair and started reading.

"Every dancers dream job! You may be the one to became assistant of main choreographer of  famous BTS. You can participate if you are older than 18 and have some great dance moves in your pocket. Only thing you have to do is send a video of you dancing to random BTS song with official choreography. We will choose one lucky dancer who will become assistant of main choreographer. Can't wait to see your dances. Good luck!"

"I can't say I am not interested but...I am not that good at dancing to become a choreographer."

"Oh sweetie, believe me, you are!"

"I don't think so...What does BTS even mean?" I thought.

I started googling and I didn't even have to try hard to find out what does BTS stand for.

"So k-pop...that crazy korean boys with make-up?" I thougt a bit racistically.

"Mum, you want me to work for some koreans? Did you at least google something about them?"

"Stop right there. I saw some of their MVs on youtube. They are really talented, lets take a look together!"

I wasn't even able to react because my mum started searching their music videos.

"Which one do you want to see first?" she asked.

"I don't care."

I clicked on the one called "I Need U". I haven't had any idea about what do they look like, what are their choreographies like, what are their songs like. I never listened to any k-pop artists so it was my first time seeing korean idols. The truth is that I didn't know anything about them.

I just clicked on play button and MV started playing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMdTd9e-LEI

First thing I saw was a korean guy sitting on the bed. He had orange hair. It was weird because I wasn't used to guys with colorful hair.

In a few seconds, there was another one. He had nice brown hair and deep lonely eyes filled with tears. I don't know why but later I realized that I kept looking at him for the whole video.

Then there was another boy. He was in the bath and I noticed his muscular arms.

Then the one on the bed appeared again. He started rapping and I was shocked because surprisingly he had deep voice and I liked it a lot.

I was very confused but MV didn't give me any time to think about anything because suddenly there were 7 korean boys on my notebook's screen. They looked very sad when they were alone. But when they got together, they looked like a big happy family. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

I don't remember much of what happend on the video but they were running together a lot. I remember there was a room on fire and a lot of different things. When the MV ended, I watched their choreography which belonged to this song. I have to tell they are pretty good dancers.

I really liked their style of dancing. The most interesting was the one wearing white T-Shirt and sweatpants. He has to be very talented. I didn't know what to say so I just remained quiet. My mum was staring at me, like she was trying to get inside of my head. It felt weird. She was the one to finally break the silence:

"So...?"

"So what?"

"Aren't they awesome?"

"They are good..."

"I told you."

"So what now? What do you want me to do mum?"

"I see you every day. You are my daughter and I only want what's best for you. I hope you will find something that makes you happy and believe me, it's not the way you are living your life now. It has to change or you will never be able to find your hapiness...I want you to stop surviving and start living...One day, you will understand."

My tears started to fall down my cheek when I hear my mum saying those words. I hated my life, my friends, my look, my body, my personality, my street, my old school... I hated everything, but the thing I hated the most was myself...Everytime I look in the mirror, I feel hatred. I was never satisfied with my body or my face. I wasn't satisfied with anything. I see my body as too fat and my face as too ugly. I have been trying to  change it for a few years now. I tried to lose weight a lot of times. I have already been on a diet for 3 times. I tried many other things but I haven't talked about them to anybody yet.

Have you ever noticed the bags under my eyes. Or the anger ssues that I had.

My hollow cheeks and cracked lips still forced into a smile. Struggling to show everyone that I am a fighter that I will be alright.

No one bothered to hold me close, to tell me that it's okay not to be fine.

So I breathed through my life as if it were a battlefield and wished that one day I would live, and not just survive.

I've always been someone who looks "too deep" into everything or everyone. That's because I realised from a young age that there's always more than what meets the eye.  

Have you ever sat with your friends and just know that you're the least important friend in the group and you felt like it wouldn't make a difference if you were there or not? That's how I always felt.  

I try and tell myself "you're not alone," yet when I get in bed at night, my sadness envelopes me rather than my blankets and my head is propped up by a monster of thoughts rather than my pillow and by the weight in my chest, it feels as if the mattress is laying on top of me rather than the latter. And all I know through this confusion is when I sit up and take a look around the only person who cares is me. And the only person who understands is me and gosh, am I alone.

"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question. I always say yes, because I have friends. I laugh at jokes, I used to go out a lot and have fun. My life isn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse.

But, have you ever sat with your friends and just know that you're the least important friend in the group and you felt like it wouldn't make a difference if you were there or not? That's how I always felt.

But then, one night at 3 am when I'm alone still awake, lying in a bed, thinking about life I find myself crying my heart out. Suddenly I convince that nobody likes me, or nobody will ever like me. I feel horrible and I question everything I had and I don't know if I was ever happy at all.

[sullivxnselise-blog]

all the texts for row n cherry :~)

(this is literally so long i’m warning u now)

ROWAN:

send me “✆” for a morning text

elise – row ur boat 9:09am: if i send u a list of possible drug dealers in stone harbor can u identify some of them? i just got to work and i have so much fucking paperwork to do rip in pieces me

send me “” for a text that wasn’t sent

elise – row ur boat 4:47am: i know this is kind of unprovoked or whatever, but i just wanted to tell you that i don’t actually think you’re some kind of irredeemable asshole. yeah you get on my nerves sometimes but i think you’re really a good person just trying to get by like the rest of us. so i don’t know, i guess i just wanted to tell you that you’re not a waste of space and i -

send me “☎” for a rushed text

elise – row ur boat 12:25pm: ok i’m on my way don’t do anything dumb just stay put i’ll be there in ten minutes tops

send me “⁇” for a drunk text

elise – row ur boat 2:29am: ,i will have you know that i am NOTT uuptight juts bc i havveen’t  gotte l,aid in a while

elise – row ur boat 2:30am:in FACT i ,went home wiith a cute guy yesterdayy so how do u, like,, THEM APPLEE SROYAN

send me “✿” for a suggestive text

elise – row ur boat 4:00pm: i’m just saying that if you were into girls and you and artie were willing, i definitely wouldn’t mind being between the two of u. don’t be weird about it bc i’m telling u this in confidence

send me “ø” for a late night text

elise – row ur boat 4:05am: sometimes i have trouble sleeping and bordeaux likes to wake me up by walking on my face. why are YOU awake?

send me “✘” for a hateful text

elise – row ur boat 6:07pm: you know rowan maybe people wouldn’t fucking hate you so much if you learned to keep your damn mouth shut. js

send me “#” for a random text

elise – row ur boat 2:10pm: do u have peanut butter??? i’m trying to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich rn and i’m out of peanut butter and no one in this godforsaken town has any

send me “@” for a scared text

elise – row ur boat 5:37pm: i just got home and bordeaux won’t stop throwing up i’m literally gonna kermit

elise – row ur boat 5:40pm: carmen isn’t answering her fucking phone but i’m getting in the car rn to go to the vet and my heart is gonna actually beat out of my chest

elise – row ur boat 7:00pm: update: dumb bitch is fine she just keeps eating a shit ton of grass while i’m at work and now i have hospital bills to pay and a cat door to drill shut

send me “&” for a loving text

elise – row ur boat 3:04pm: i’m on my way back to appleton rn and i just passed a guy on the street that looked JUST like you and holy shit?? i actually miss stone harbor? i miss all of u, even the ones i’ve never gotten along well with. we’re like one dysfunctional family and i can’t wait to go back home to all of u. stay safe while i’m gone would u??

send me “%” for a curious text

elise – row ur boat 5:58pm: out of curiosity, how did u and artie meet? u seem to be one of the more stable, healthy relationships in this town and i’m tryna figure out how the fuck u did it

send me “ツ” for an excited text

elise – row ur boat 10:51pm: holy SHIT i just opened my glovebox looking for something and realized i have like seven unused taco bell coupons wtf 

elise – row ur boat 10:52am:they expire tomorrow do u want to take a road trip

send me “$” for an accidental text

elise – row ur boat 6:08am: i walked into the living room this morning and ur daughter peed on the carpet so i’ll be sending her to boarding school this disobedience is too much

elise – row ur boat 8:25am: i literally just realized that i send that to u and not carmen u can ignore it awsnldkbanodhoewb

send me “♀” for a heartbreaking text

elise – row ur boat 7:36pm: not that i should really be telling you this anyway, but i’m really fucking terrified i’m never gonna find love. not even just romantic love, but like… love in general. even platonic love even feels forced to me. i get along really well with indi and carm and astrid, even though she tends to push me away, but it always feels like bullshit.

elise – row ur boat 7:45pm: i guess i’m just trying to say that even though we’re not super close, i’ve always felt like you’re real, at least. you speak your mind and there’s no bullshit. and even though i would never trust you with my deepest secrets, i at LEAST know you’re not using me for ur own personal gain

CHERRY:

send me “✆” for a morning text

elise – cherry pie 5:30am: hey i woke up an hour early today and i can’t fall back asleep do u want to get breakfast and talk shit before i have to go to work?

send me “” for a text that wasn’t sent

elise – cherry pie 1:47am: i don’t know if i should really trust you with this, but it feels like i can..? not to say you’re not trustworthy, but it would make you the only person who knows and given our past… i don’t know. but i need to tell someone and i’ve had…. maybe two or three more glasses of wine than i should have so here goes. i was married. i’m still married, technically. he lives in new york, probably still in our old apartment building, and he was -

send me “☎” for a rushed text

elise – cherry pie 9:36pm: i got in the shower and realized i have no shampoo pls tell me u can bring me some i only have one towel clean and if i use it now to go get the shampoo myself i have to do a load of laundry before i can shower again later

send me “⁇” for a drunk text

elise – cherry pie 12:49am: PSAz i hate stone  haarbor and everyone in iti exc,,eptt for likee.. 3 people adn my cat

send me “✿” for a suggestive text

elise – cherry pie 11:34pm: all i’m saying is that if we had hate sex before we became friends it would have been the best sex of our lives and that’s just the facts

send me “ø” for a late night text

elise – cherry pie 3:26am: i’m at the store rn and they have edible cookie dough??? so obviously i’m buying one of every flavor do u want to meet somewhere and eat them with me

send me “✘” for a hateful text

elise – cherry pie 8:45pm: sometimes i can’t stand u

elise – cherry pie 6:48pm: i know we’re friends now but i still want to strangle u sometimes bc WOW can u be a lot

elise – cherry pie 6:48pm: i love u tho

send me “#” for a random text

elise – cherry pie 2:10pm: did u get a dog without telling me???

elise – cherry pie 2:20pm: no reason it’s just that while i was writing a parking ticket i saw, out of the corner of my eye mind u, a woman with red hair walk past me with a fucking dog and i was gonna lose my shit if u hadn’t told me

send me “@” for a scared text

elise – cherry pie 11:03pm: do u ever feel like everybody secretly hates u and wants u gone?? bc i’m kinda feelin that right now and it’s a) terrifying, and b) shitty

send me “&” for a loving text

elise – cherry pie 7:22pm: i just want u to know that i do care about u. i know if can be easy to think maybe i don’t bc of our history or bc i just tend to not be the most affectionate person ever, but i rlly do think ur great and i’m glad we got over our bullshit bc it was super catty and stupid and i’m happy ur my friend

send me “%” for a curious text

elise – cherry pie 12:17pm: hey are u a natural redhead?? i’m at the store rn getting my lunch and i just walked by a bottle of hair dye that’s deadass the exact color of ur hair and i was just wondering

send me “ツ” for an excited text

elise – cherry pie 5:10pm: guess who got a raise today and is now taking u to the well dressed olive to celebrate?? this bih! get ready bc i’m going home to change and then i’m coming to pick u up

send me “$” for an accidental text

elise – cherry pie 4:06am: would u rather eat a gallon of applesauce in one siting or a five pound steak in one sitting

elise – cherry pie 4:07am: that was meant for astrid

send me “♀” for a heartbreaking text

elise – cherry pie 10:26pm: on the dl, i literally have no idea what the fuck i’m doing with my life and i actually hate every decision i’ve ever made

elise – cherry pie 10:40pm: no don’t worry about me, i’m fine. i’m just sitting on my couch watching reality tv and rlly in my feelings rn, but i really am fine, i s2g

[buchvnann-blog]

Lit Me Up

Summary: Reader gets drunk in a party and Peter comes to rescue.

Warnings: minor alcohol consumption, curses (I have a dirty mouth, I’m sorry)

Based on: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur.

Requested

A/N: bless this man for blessing us with this song. This took longer than I expected to be written bc of school ugh. But here you go. Idk if I’ll make a second part showing the date or how their relationship grew up but if you want just let me know!

    I didn’t want to be here. When you’re the nerd of the school, you don’t get to go to popular parties. But here I was. Peter Parker in a party of the most popular jocks in the school. Yay. The only reason I was there it was because the host was one of the jocks I”ve tutored, and he thought he owned me one. He knew about my crush in one of the popular girls in midtown, so obviously he invited her too.

    Y/N Y/L/N was dancing in the dance floor surrounded by three of her friends. She swayed her hips like fucking Rihanna while her friends danced around her. She had this nice vibe where it seemed like she was in a world of her own. She was different. Unlike her friends, Y/N was nice, kind and gentle. She looked beautiful as ever and I swear that everyday she gets better.

    Once, her friends were mocking me and throwing my stuffs on the ground, she showed up, told them to ‘fuck off’ and helped me get up. She tried to make small talk after the incident but I could only stutter and say nothing at all. She just smiled and walked back to class, turning around to wave her hand at me in ‘goodbye’.

    And now, there she was. Dancing like she was the only girl in the world. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Every move she made was like a new addiction. I wanted so much to go to her. To come clean about my feelings. Daydreaming that she would feel the same and I’d get to be truly hers and she’d be mine.

“You know, it’s rude to stare” Jeff says little louder so I could hear when he comes. He was the host of the party.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” I say as loudly as he did. He only chuckles and shakes his head.

“Yeah, right, so you haven’t been oogling Y/N since you’ve arived?” He teases and I only look down, I guess that was his answer “You’re her type, you know? If I were you I’d totally go for it”

“What do you mean I’m her type? That’s bullshit, she’s out of my league anyways”

“Really? Don’t get me wrong, Parker, but you’re hot, she’s hot, you guys would be the hottest!”

“Uhm... She’s popular, I’m a nerd, that’s a no match”

“She doesn’t care about standards, in fact, she defends you everytime Flash starts talking shit”

    Before I could answer, some random guy shows up and takes Jeff away. I sighed and put my hands in my pockets. When I got back to watch Y/N, one of her friends was saying something in her ear. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes feel directly on me. It was like time have stopped. She smiled and waved her fingers at me. My heart almost stopped. I raise my hand at her shyly, she winks at me. She had no idea how much of effect she had on me. I wanted to go to her, and talk to her, and dance close to her. But all of that fear would refrain me to do so.

    She says something in her friends’ ear before dissapearing in the crowd. I sigh and try to find her again. I feel someone poking my left shoulder, so that’s where I look, but there was no one. I look to my right and there she was.

“Hey, Peter, wasn’t expecting to see you here!” She says a little too excited. Was she drunk?

“Uhm... Yeah... Jeff invited me... H-He said something about he own me one for making him pass last semester” She nods.

“Well, since you’re here, come on and dance with me”

“I-I don’t t-think-”

“Come on! We can dance a slow song! Oh, that’s great! Jeff...” She grabs Jeff’s arm as he passed by “Could you play a slow song for me and Peter?”

“Huh... Sure... Y/N, did you drink anything that Flash offered to you? Because I told you not to do it” He scolds her.

“B-But... It was so colorful...” She whines. Jeff rolls his eyes and leave.

“Peter!” She squeals in happiness when she turns around a look at me again “I can’t believe you’re here”

“Uhm... Y-Yeah, I am” She then throw her arms around me and pulled me for a hug.

“Is so good to see you” She snuzzles her face in my neck. Besides she being over-cute, I was worried about her.

    Like she asked. Jeff played a slow song. Since she was already holding me she just starts swaying from side to side. I shyly place my hands on her waist and sway along with her. Her slow breath on my neck making shivers run down my spine. Her fingertips would from time to time touch my scalp and caress it. 

    This moment was perfect. But then again, nothing droven by alcohol end up good. Y/N pulls apart and cover her mouth. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. She rushes to the bathroom and I follow her. She falls on her knees and threw up anything she had eaten in the past few hours. I stay behind her and take her hair out of her face, holding it in a ponytail with my hand. As she kept throwing up and whining for the feeling to stop, I soothe her by rubbing her back.

“I-I’m sorry, Peter... I ruined everything, didn’t I?” She says when she stops puking and with tears in her eyes.

“No, of course not, Y/N!” 

“Why do I always make an idiot of myself when I’m around you?”

“Well... I-I guess we’re both idiots then...”

    When I said that she giggled and smiled at me. That was the greatest reaction I could get from her. She leans to my chest and hugs me. I wrap my arms around her form as her breath was slow and steady. 

    Y/N was really something else. No matter how many times I tell myself that she’s not meant for me, or that I’m not in the same wavelenght as her, she shows me I’m wrong. She makes me feel as though I am enough. And I really want to be it. I wanna hold her like this everyday and everynight. I wanna run my fingers in her hair until she falls asleep. I wanna take her to dates. I wanna kiss everything I love about her, her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. God, it might be a little too early to say this, but I wanna be in her life. I want to grow old with her. To love her so. I don’t know if we’ll get married and have kids; but if I’m with her I know everything from now on will be worthy. I knew I loved her then. But she won’t know that. Because this exact same feeling scared the shit out of me.

    I am Spiderman for Christ’s sake! I have no right to have important people in my life. If some bad guys gets to know about them, I’m sure they’ll use them against me. I can’t put her life in danger like this.

“I wanna go home” She pleads quietly. I reach for my cellphone in my pocket and call for help.

“Tony... Can you pick me and a friend up?”

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“N-Nothing! We just wanna go home”

“Okay, I’ll be there in five”

    I end the call and help her get on her feet. She holds onto me life her life depended on it. She was stumbling on her own feet from time to time, but I was there for her. When I saw Jeff I told him we were going. He just nodded and asked for Y/N to be okay. She was half asleep already. When we got outside, Tony Stark was there, waiting in one of his expensive and luxurious cars. I get us inside in the passengers seat. I put our seatbelts on. She drops her head to rest on my shoulder. I hold her hand the whole trip, letting my thumb caress it slowly.

“Is she okay?” Tony asks.

“Uhm... Yeah, I guess... Someone put alcohol in her drink”

“Kids...”

    I would reply something but I was too focused on Y/N to care. She would sometimes hold my hand a little tighter but soon ease it up. She looked so peaceful when half asleep like that.

    We got to her house. I help her getting out of the car without hitting her head. She clinges onto me like a koala. I chuckle but let her be. Her mom opens the door. She was so worried that this would happen and something bad happened to her. She was truly grateful that I brought her home and didn’t take advantage of her state. She let me take her to her bedroom. I gently place her in her bed. But she doesn’t wanna let me go.

“Y/N, you gotta rest” I tell her and her grip on my neck loosen up.

“Stay over” She says barely above a whisper.

“I already told you, you gotta rest, we’ll talk at school, okay?” Her tired eyes were focused on me. I take a stray of hair out of her face, gently running my fringertips on her face before putting the stay behind her ear.

“Thank you again, uh...” Her mom says when we’re at the door.

“Peter. Peter Parker”

“Thank you, Peter Parker, my daughter is lucky to have someone like you in her life” I smile, surely my cheeks were red.

“Believe me, Ms Y/L/N, I’m the lucky one”

    Finally school came. I was getting a few books out of my backpack and putting on my locker. I hear giggles and voices in the hall, I identify some of the voices as Y/N’s friends. I look up and there they were. Behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons. She was there too, although she was quiet and seemed like thinking about something else, for me, she was glowing and standing out of the other girls. When her eyes lock on mine, she frozes, she says something to her friends and starts coming towards me.

“Hey, Peter”

“Hey, Y/N... H-How are you feeling?”

“I’m good... My mom told me you left me home and... Thanks for that, I swear I’ve never been drunk before and... And I never want to be again... I hope I didn’t make such things as embarassing you while being it”

“N-No! It’s okay”

“Uhm... I was thinking... Do you have something to do after school?”

“No, not today, why?”

“There’s this new comics and cds store that opened near my house, wanna go there with me?”

“U-Uhm... Yeah! Definitely! Sure!” She giggles.

“Okay, uhm, meet me in the front gate?”

“Sounds perfect”

“Okay then, see you later, Peter”

    She leans in and press a kiss in my cheek. It didn’t last long but, geez, to me it felt like eternity. Her lipsticked lips were soft and I wondered if they had left lipstick smear. She pulled apart and smiled softly at me. I knew in that moment everything would change, and if were up to me, I wouldn’t let her go.

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Another Man’s Treasure

A/N: This is a completed five-part mini-series because @alrightpetal and I have this thing about making Harry super vulnerable and flawed. So here you go.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies