#'that's what makes this a situationship' ''hey can I move in with you? wait never mind'' ''never mind I've gotta get some bread instead''

[telomirage]

this barbecue/bonfire has been scene after scene with me putting my face in my hands

[oddinary4bts]

Sweet | ksj

☆request:

Congratulations on the milestone ! Can we get a Drabble of idol Jin coming back from the military and trying to sort out his situationship with the girl he left behind when he went into the military?

☆pairings: idol!Seokjin x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: idol!au, a bit of angst, fluff and smut

☆warnings: unedited, cursing, explicit content: oral sex (female receiving), fingering, jerking off, protected sex (with mentions of unprotected sex), big dick!Jin

☆word count: 3.5k

☆a/n: i did not expect to write smut in this but here we are haha i hope you guys like this one! i had a lot of fun writing it <3

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It's so sweet, knowing that you love me Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair It's so sweet

Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex

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Seokjin hasn’t seen you in ages, his military service whisking him away from…

From whatever his relationship with you was. Not quite a relationship, but more than friendship, Seokjin thinks he was too immature a year and a half ago to understand you. But when you sent him a message two days ago to congratulate him for finishing his service, he figured he should see you.

If only so that he can give you the closure he never gave you. Because he practically ghosted you when he started his service, not replying to your messages after his obligatory training where he couldn’t touch his phone anyway.

He felt bad. Horrible even, but the distance seemed necessary after the words you last exchanged.

After you all but confessed your love for him. 

It was too much too soon, or maybe he truly was just immature then. Because today, as his car is eating the miles to your apartment, he thinks maybe he was wrong. The heaviness in his chest makes it feel so, as does the rain battering his windshield.

Seokjin parks outside on the street in front of your building, glancing up to see the lights are on in your apartment. His hands turn clammy, and he rubs them on his jeans in a failed attempt to dry them.

It doesn’t work, because the second you’re buzzing him in, they become clammy again and he’s too anxious to even think about drying them again. The anxiety only keeps increasing as he climbs the stairs to the second floor, worrying at some skin on his bottom lip, and it reaches a never-seen-before high as he stops in front of your door.

He takes a deep breath to ease his nerves, thinking about the many times he was here before. That night after your first date - a blind date his friend set up for him - when you told him to come home with him.

He should have known then that it was setting your story in a way that wouldn’t end well for you, to go home with you that night.

Seokjin raises his fist, and he thinks his hand is shaking. He ignores it, pretends he’s as confident as always, and he knocks three times, lowering his hand as he waits for you to open. It doesn’t take you long - he wouldn’t be surprised if you were waiting on the other side of the door.

You’re… beautiful. You were back then, but the months apart have done you good, and Seokjin’s throat dries as he just looks at you, his lips parting on a silent vowel. You just stand there, shining like an angel as a small, shy smile lights your features, your eyes crinkling at the corners. 

Seokjin doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Has never believed it, and though today may not be his first sight of you, it surely renders him speechless, his brain emptying until there’s just you.

“Hey,” you greet him, your voice like a melody conjured from a dream.

“Y/n,” he answers, and your name feels right, righter than anything before.

Your smile widens, and you step aside to let him in. He walks in, fully aware of how close your bodies are as you shut the door, but then you move back and he immediately misses your proximity.

What is wrong with him?

“How have you been?” you ask.

“Good,” he replies, swallowing. “Better now.”

He means the words. He means them more than he’s ever meant anything in his life, and he thinks you catch the meaning behind his sentence. Because blush creeps on your cheeks, and your gaze drops to the floor.

“What about you?” he quickly adds, not wanting you to feel embarrassed.

“I’m… good,” you answer, and you let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”

You’re direct. It’s something he’s always thought was admirable about you, but the revelation hurts, sending a pang through his chest.

“Y/n…” he trails off.

“But you’re here now,” you say, and your smile turns pained, sad.

How many sleepless nights has he caused you?

“I am,” he says, voice small. “I’m sorry.”

“I get it.” You shrug your shoulders. “You were busy with your service, it’s not like it was easy to maintain a…” You never finish the sentence, even though Seokjin waits patiently for you to say it.

For you to acknowledge that it was just a situationship, that maybe you both just played each other.

“I really am sorry, though,” Seokjin insists, looking down at his shoes. “You did not deserve that.���

You nod once, your gaze trailing to the side. “Then, can I ask… Why did you want to see me?”

His heart stops in his chest. He’s still struck by the sight of you, barely unable to form coherent sentences, but you deserve an explanation.

You deserve closure, if that’s what you want.

“I thought…” he trails off, wets his lips before continuing, “I thought you deserved closure.”

You take a deep breath. “I don’t think it’s necessary.”

He thinks you’re dismissing him. It feels like you are, like you’re telling him to leave, but he just stands there, drinking your features in.

Choking on the hurt he knows he’s caused.

“I really apologize, Y/n,” he adds, voice barely above a whisper. “You did not deserve the radio silence. I… I kind of thought it would be better for you, that you deserved better than being stuck with someone that was going to be gone for months.”

“You could have just said so…” you point out.

Seokjin sighs, his gaze dropping to the ground in shame. “I know. I was stupid, and I was immature too. Which is bad considering I’m in my thirties now but… yeah. I’m really sorry.”

You don’t say anything for a time, the silence getting heavier with every second passed. Seokjin meets your gaze, and he wonders if you can tell how guilty he’s been feeling. He thinks you might, because you wet your lips, glancing to the side, and then you say, “You came all the way here to say this?”

He nods. “You deserved better than a text message. When you texted me two days ago, it reminded me of all the good times we’ve spent together.” The truth comes to the surface, and Seokjin whispers it, afraid he’s going to scare you away. “I’ve missed you, Y/n.”

The world must have stopped turning. Time must have stopped, because you just stand there unblinkingly. He’s not sure you’re even breathing. But then slowly, like the first sun rays in the morning, a smile spreads on your lips. 

You’re beautiful, too beautiful, and Seokjin can’t believe he got scared last year. He doesn’t think there’s anything scary about the woman standing in front of him.

“And you think I’ll just forgive you like this?” you ask even though you’re smiling.

It’s like a stab to the chest. His heart aches, and Seokjin doesn’t know what to reply. He’s aware he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness, but he wanted to give you his truth.

“I don’t think I deserve it, honestly,” he says. He gulps around a sudden lump in his throat, glancing around your apartment if only so that he can commit it to memory. “But I have missed you. I’ve felt guilty about it for months, but didn’t know how to approach you. Didn’t think you’d want me texting you out of the blue. I just… When you reached out, I just couldn’t let you go without at least having apologized.”

You nod, leaning against the wall as if your legs can’t support you anymore. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He reckons he’s losing you. Not that he really had you to begin with, but Seokjin thinks he’s losing you, and it hurts more than he ever thought it would.

“Of course.”

There’s another silence of lingering heaviness, and then you nod your head. Push up from the wall and walk in your apartment, sitting down on the couch. You offer him a small smile, patting the spot next to you.

“Come in,” you tell him. “Let’s catch up.”

He widens his gaze, not really believing what you just said. But then again, he knows you’re a forgiving person - he’ll make sure you don’t regret your decision.

And he doesn’t think you do. No, you spend the rest of the afternoon chatting, with you telling him all about your work and that annoying coworker that used to get on your nerves last year too. It’s easy, filled with smiles and laughs and reminiscing, and when you invite him for dinner, Seokjin decides to cook for you.

He doesn’t want you to lift a single finger for him, not when he wants to make it up to you. And he thinks he does, to a certain extent. You’re beaming by the time you’ve finished eating, telling him that you missed his food the most, and Seokjin complains that you only like him for his food. You just laugh it off, and then tell him that he’ll have to cook a thousand more meals for you.

Call him crazy, but he knows he will. He’ll cook every meal for you if that means he gets a chance with you again. One that he promises to himself that he won’t fuck up. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t make a move tonight - he tries to respect you, to respect the fact that you might need a bit of distance from him before you want to be with him like that again.

He thinks it was the right decision. He thinks it was worth the weeks of waiting before you kissed him for the first time again, in a different setting this time. At his own apartment, after you’ve had his Jajjangmyeon. You kiss softly, by the door, and Seokjin wonders if you can hear the wild beats of his heart in his chest.

You have to. Because you lay a hand on his chest right above his heart as you pull away from the kiss. You’re smiling, your cheeks slightly flushed as you look between his two eyes. And then you say, “I want you tonight.”

Seokjin doesn’t need to hear more. He cups your cheeks, stealing a languid kiss on your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers brush the strands of hair at the back of his head, and then you tug on them a little.

He grunts, pushing you back towards the door. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your heat dangerously close to his dick. He’s already getting hard, blood shooting down from his heart to his cock, and he grinds into you, swallowing the soft moan you let out.

A second later, you tease his bottom lip with your tongue, and Seokjin lets you in, getting drunk to the taste of you. He’s so high with the taste of you that his mind is elsewhere - he doesn’t know how you make it to his bed. All he knows is that, ten minutes later, you’re splayed out on his bed like his own personal feast, and the sight of your glistening pussy makes him go feral.

He kneels between your thighs, hooks your legs on his shoulders before leaning closer, lapping your juices up. You make a breathy sound he remembers from every night he couldn’t sleep during his military service, instead thinking about how much he missed you.

You taste good. You taste sweet and salty, a perfect mix to his senses that makes him forget everything else but you. He circles your clit with his tongue, teases the bundle of nerves before he goes back to your entrance, pushing his tongue in once. You moan, one hand finding his hair to tug at the strands, and you instinctively grind in his face. Seokjin flattens his tongue to let you do it, to let you seek friction on the wet muscle, and then he unleashes himself, eats you out like you’re his last meal on this Earth.

You’re panting already, alternating between mewls and moans by the time he pushes a finger inside of you, fighting against your already tightening walls. They relax when he sucks on your clit, and he takes it as an opportunity to push another finger in, curling his digits to hit the right spot inside of you.

After all, he knows he needs to stretch you out before he’ll be able to fuck you. You’re on the smaller side, and he’s… bigger than a lot of guys, so you do need the stretching. And he’s pleased to oblige, circling your clit, flicking it until your walls start spasming on his fingers. Not even a heartbeat later, you’re coming, his name on your lips in a sinful cry as he rides you through the orgasm, going feral with the sounds you make, and mostly with the taste of you.

His chin is covered with your juices by the time he sits back on his heels. He licks his fingers clean as you watch him through half-lidded eyes, and then he grabs his discarded shirt from the side - he barely remembers getting naked - to wipe his face dry.

You’re naked too. A literal goddess sent from above to grace him with your presence. You’re everything he could have ever wished for, and he still can’t understand how stupid he was last year.

To think he could have had you during the rare breaks from his service… 

He was stupid. Stupid, foolish and everything in between, but at least he’s here with you now.

“Wow,” you let out, a small chuckle falling from your lips. You’re visibly fucked out, yet you still manage to rock his world as you reach for his dick, giving him a squeeze. “I want you.”

Shit.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you start stroking him.

“So big…” He grunts at your crude words. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about sex with you for weeks, Jin.”

He looks around, searching for his pants. They’re over by the door, a lot farther away than he imagined they would be. It feels far, too far, considering he’s already nestled between your legs.

“What?” you let out, and you grip him tighter.

He feels it in his balls. He hasn’t had sex in forever - you being the last one before his service - so obviously he knows he won’t last. He’s so horny he thinks he’d be able to come all over your stomach if you keep jerking him off. But he stops you, gently wrapping his hand around yours to restrain your motions.

“Baby,” he breathes out. “Shit, let me grab a condom.”

“You don’t want to fuck me raw?” you tease, biting at your lower lip. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”

The words please him far more than he thought they would. It feels like, maybe, you were his all this time too.

He says your name like a warning, but you only smirk mischievously.

“Afraid I’ll get pregnant?” you add. “Don’t you think we’d make pretty babies?”

You would. He knows damn well you would and it wouldn’t even be because of him. It’d be all you - your beauty is incomparable. 

“As much as I want to get you pregnant one day,” Seokjin replies, moving away from you. He misses your hand on him the second you let go, but it’s for the best. “I don’t think we are there yet,” he continues. “But I promise I’ll fuck babies into you one day.”

You close your thighs instinctively at his words as if you’re still searching for friction.

As if you didn’t come on his tongue just a minute ago.

It doesn’t take Seokjin a long time before he’s put a condom on, discarding the package in the trash can next to your bed. You’ve just been watching him, and he kneels back between your legs, his balls already tightening in anticipation.

He rubs his tip on your folds, collecting the glistening juice. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan, especially as he moves to your clit. One of your legs twitches from oversensitivity, or at least he assumes it’s because of that, and he aligns himself with your entrance.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he tells you.

“Don’t you remember how well I could-”

Your words are cut short as Seokjin pushes in, your walls sucking him in slowly and surely until he bottoms out, some of his dick still sticking out of you. You just look at him, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and Seokjin licks his lips, saying, “You were saying?”

“I’ve missed this.”

Your words ring in his mind, on and on, erasing everything that he is to build him anew, to build him in a way that finally allows him to be with you. His heart fills with warmth, exploding like fireworks, and he bends down to capture your lips in a kiss that means more than words ever could. 

He doesn’t move for a while, warming his cock in you while he just keeps on kissing you, not even stopping for breathing. It’s like he doesn’t need it - hell, he thinks all he needs is you. And you kiss him back with so much passion he thinks this is it, he’s reached nirvana.

The feeling perseveres as he slowly pulls his hips back, before pushing forward again, the motion making his entire body tingle with pleasure. He swallows your soft moan, grunts in your mouth as your pussy clenches on him. Your hands are on his back, in his hair, and the second you pull on the strands again, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze.

“You feel so good,” you praise, eyes sparkling.

He smiles softly, pecking your forehead, and then he kneels back to take in the sight of you as he slowly fucks into you, spearing you open. The sight of your pussy swallowing his dick is indecent in the best way, and he progressively increases the rhythm, making sure not to hurt you.

He wouldn’t forgive himself if he did. So he fucks you gently, faster and faster but never hard, not until your hands find his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. He grunts then, swearing underneath his breath, and then says, “I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“Jin, it’s okay,” you let out. You smile, wetting your lips. “Just fuck me.”

He lets out what could be considered as a whine, and then his motions grow rougher. He stops himself after a few thrusts, and you meet his gaze, looking slightly annoyed that he stopped.

“You have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” he says as he cups your cheek. 

You smile softly, nodding once. “I will, I promise.”

Once the reassurance is finally uttered, Seokjin finally lets himself go, fucking you like his life depends on it. You’re soon moaning loudly, and he has half a thought that his neighbours might hear. But then again it turns him on even more to know he’s the one making you scream like that, and he’s soon moaning with you, praising you as he slowly feels his climax nearing.

But he wants you closer when he comes. Wants to feel you in his arms, to feel his skin on yours. So he leans forward again, caging you between his arms as he keeps fucking you into the mattress. Your nails soon scratch at his back, leaving marks he knows he’ll have to hide but can’t bring himself to care about.

“Fuck, Jin,” you moan, and his head drops in the crook of your neck.

“I’m going to come,” he says, and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as the high finally hits him, and he releases loads and loads of cum in the condom. 

He thinks he’s floating. He’s just a leaf floating away on a small lake, unbothered by the world. His whole body feels so light, and the only thing tethering him to the present is your arms around his neck.

He’s never come this hard before. 

“You okay?” you ask as you rub his back.

He grunts, trying to lift his head but failing. “Holy shit.”

You laugh lightly, and the crystalline sound is what finally brings him back down to Earth, what has to be minutes later.

“Wow.” He chuckles, pecks your lips. “That was amazing.”

You smile, your fingers drawing idle shapes on his back. “It was.”

Seokjin meets your gaze, taking a moment to observe the feelings swirling behind your irises, deep in the depths of your eyes. The emotions are like northern lights, swishing and shining and more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen before.

This time, Seokjin doesn’t get scared. This time, he takes the emotions in, knowing that they are reflected in his own gaze. And though you haven’t told it to each other, he knows that you love him.

And more than that, he knows that he loves you, too.

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[mari-the-bimbo]

hi! can you write something about dorm mate!geto arguing with reader but then they would apologize (idk whose fault it was) please 🙏

A/N: Thanks for the idea bby!! Plot twist: they don’t apologise, you know I love miscommunication tropes right? 😋

Dorm mate Geto: Just friends

It’s Friday night and you find yourself at one of Gojo party friends’ party again. It’s kind of a tradition. You, Gojo and Geto heading out for a party so get that much needed social time in your busy lives. You don’t join them all the time, but when you do, you feel good.

You and Shoko laugh at the drunk Utahime who was having the time of her life. You enjoyed watching your usually uptight friend letting herself go once in a while.

But when she started loudly explaining why Gojo was unfuckable, you and Shoko decided maybe it was time to leave the party.

“Come on Princess” Shoko says sarcastically to Utahime, while you help bring the drunk girl to her feet. “Let’s get you home. Hey y/n, you need a ride home babe?” Shoko asks, swirling the car keys around her finger.

“Nah I’m good thanks Shoko” you say with a smile. “I’ll see if Geto’s ready to go” you add, knowing Gojo was probably hooking up with someone right now.

“Cool. See you later chick” Shoko says and you wave goodbye to them before walking back to find Geto. You check your phone, 00:31 it reads. Past midnight, okay time to leave a party right?

You squint, looking to find the black long haired man, but when you finally spotted him, you wished you didn’t.

Your handsome dorm mate sat on a sofa, with some pretty girl wrapping her slender arms around his broad shoulders. He whispers something in her ear with his signature lazy smirk, the girl laughs brightly. No doubt Geto said a dry but flirty joke, something you thought was reserved only for you.

You think you feel a bit sick. Heartbroken was what you actually felt. He hasn’t seen you yet, you hope it stays that way. You hope he didn’t see you foolishly waiting on him, while he got cosy with some other girl.

Was it always like this? Did he always get cosy with other girls but your delusions made you think it was only you? How silly. What you once thought was a sweet blooming romance between you and a dear friend was nothing more than a minor situationship to him.

You turn your heel and speed out the house before you could embarrass yourself anymore.

1:01 AM

You swirl your ramen absentmindedly in the pot, hoping the warm noodles will fill the emptiness you feel in your stomach.

Suddenly you hear the door open and shut. You didn’t dare look up, there’s so much to stay but you choose to stay silent, hoping Geto won’t notice you in the dim lighting in his drunk state.

But that never works.

“You hungry doll?” Geto chuckles as he spots you. You don’t answer, scared your voice will crack.

“Well how about I help out and make you some hot cocoa yeah?” He says, with a smile that feels fake to you now.

“No. I don’t want a drink” you say abruptly, you cringe internally, knowing how rude you sounded, but you can’t help but feel resentful.

Geto stops in his tracks, slowly turning towards you, long hair strands framing his face.

“You okay hun?”

You wince, ‘hun’ was the last thing you needed to be called by the man who just broke your heart.

You silently just stare at your ramen, trying to play it cool, be the chill girl who doesn’t really care, but you already messed up. You were a born a person who cared too much.

“You shouldn’t call me that.”

“What? Why?” He says, an unimpressed frown on his handsome face. You stare silently at your ramen again.

You sigh when Geto pushes in front of you and turns off the stove so that he can have your attention.

“Look at me and tell me what’s wrong” he says.

You cross your arms almost in defence, disobeying him by staring out the window instead. “What am I to you Geto?”

“My favourite girl, of course” he answered softly in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you, but you move backwards.

You shake your head. “No” you say, “that’s not what I am. What is our relationship? Are we friends or more?”

The room falls silent.

You sigh, wishing you never asked and hurt your own feelings. The silence answered your question. Friends.

“If we are friends, then we should put some distance between us” you say bravely.

You look up at Geto, to find the usually composed, chill guy look shattered. Black eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open. You’ve never seen Geto look off guard, you almost feel bad.

“Oi… what do you mean by that?” You can hear the anger bubbling through his throat, he’s trying his best to stay calm.

“I mean stop flirting and touching me Geto, do that with the girls you’re romantically interested in” you assert your stance, slightly raising your voice to your own surprise.

“Thats-“ Geto starts but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

He pauses before starting, now stepping away from you.

“I’m.. sorry I caused any inconvenience for you. I won’t do it again.” He says formally, putting his hands in his pockets and walking out the small dorm kitchen. Black hair stands dangling in front of his face as he keeps his head down.

Leaving you alone with your broken heart again.

[brownskinlemon]

Forever and a Day (d.f.)

pairings: dom/reader

word count: 1.211

summary: Your bestfriend/roomate Dominic finds out about a secret you have been keeping

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, kissing

authors note: loving the love, send requests if you wanna see something specific. Thanks to @gri1my for this request! <3

do not repurpose or repost as your own for any reason on any platform without credit.

You and Dom had spent the day at the beach, the same beach you always came to together since elementary school. You had come here so much you were almost sure there was sand permanently in your closet, between all the summer days and warm nights. Between bonfires, drunken group nights, tears on each other shoulders through every hard thing, you two had practically grown up on this sand together.

You had packed up for the day, trudging to the street to walk home, with Dominic in tow with his eyes nearly closed from how he had worn himself out surfing. You smiled softly to yourself, amused at how this big man with tattoos and a RBF looked so gentle and sleepy.

You had secretly had a soft spot for him ever since middle school. You cursed the way girls got googly eyes around him, and how he never seemed to notice the way your eyes saw him deeply, deeper than he would ever know. You had grown up and rented a house in your hometown of Naples, each with your own room. You were silently grateful that you were not privy to any of the activities he indulged in with other girls, though he rarely ever did, he had the decency to spare you the details and the noise. You had shoved your feelings down, doing what you knew best, avoiding your feelings and doing your best to get over it, filling the gaps with rare hookups and situationships. It was moments like this however, that brought you back to middle school, completely and utterly a fool for him.

Your keys jangled at your door, as you swung it open, and you both dropped all of your belongings on the ground. As you shuffled about the kitchen, unloading the cooler, you heard Dom scuffle behind you to the livingroom to flop onto the couch. You walked to the door frame of the living room, poking your head in to see the tall man splayed on the couch on his stomach, legs hanging over one of the arms. You padded quietly over to him, poking his forehead.

“Hey, can you get up and go shower? I’m about to cook and I know how you are about eating while feeling dirty.”

He slowly cracked one eye semi-open, peering up at you. He sighed and sat up to face you, head tilting up to you as you stood with your hands on your hips.

“I guess so…” He poked your exposed tummy, making your stomach clench, begrudgingly standing up and scuffing to the bathroom in his room.

You had decided on mac n cheese and salmon, silently moving about the kitchen, your thoughts about Dom keeping you busy. Your thoughts were interrupted by a call from your friend Sonya.

“Hey what’s up?” You put the phone on speaker.

“Did you tell him yet?” She blurted out, forcing you to immediately snatch the phone off the counter and take it off speaker, crooking it in between your shoulder and ear. 

“Can you hush?” You whispered sharply, “You’re acting like I don’t live with him”

“Sorry, sorry. So..?” She trailed off.

“No” You muttered, sighing to yourself. “I just…don’t wanna mess things up. We live together and if it goes..wrong, it would make things unbearably weird and our friendship would be nonexistent.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe,he likes you too?” She countered.

You stood there, silently toying with your bottom lip, and let out a heavy breath. “No, I don’t want to entertain that delusion.”

“Ok but if you keep waiting he’s gonna be entertaining someone else’s p-” She was suddenly cut off by Dominic yelling for you from his room.

“Y/N! Can you help me?”

“Watch it. I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered into the phone.

“Go get your man” She snickered.

“Bye” You smirked, rolling your eyes at her childish teasing.

You quickly made your way down the hall, bracing yourself for either an injury or a bad idea. You were shocked to find him in his bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub with a hairbrush in his hand. 

“Um. What���s up?” You said, trailing off, leaning into the doorway.

“I need you to brush my hair” He deadpanned, eyes boring into yours.

“No way you called me in here to brush your hair.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Please?” He whispered sweetly, making your insides turn at how adorable he looked, Damp curls draping beautifully over his face, brown eyes doll-like. You pushed off the door frame, trailing over to him, taking the brush and standing on his side.

You began sectioning and brushing his hair silently, eyes catching his face in the mirror and he sat with his eyes closed, blissed out and nearly falling asleep at your gentleness.

“What were you and Sonya talking about?” He broke the silence.Your eyes locked onto his as they met through the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You feigned ignorance, failing miserably as your voice began shaking and your eyes avoided his, looking at everything but him. 

“About whatever secret you’re hiding from me” He said candidly.

“How much of that did you hear?” You sighed and muttered, accepting defeat.

“Enough. You’re kind’ve a loud whisperer.” He admitted, pausing for a moment. “Did you mean it?”

“Do you want me to mean it?” You had stopped brushing his hair by now, eyes caught on the tattoo on the side of his neck.

He turned while sitting, head turning to look up at you, eyes dancing between yours.Your breath caught in your chest at the eye contact. He slowly brought himself up to stand over you, eyes not leaving yours. He stepped forward so that your chests were nearly touching and his lips ghosted over yours, hands moving to cup your face.

“Can I?” He said, barely over a whisper.

“Please” You whined.

It took no time for him to respond, gently connecting your lips. He walked you backwards until your hips gently met the sink, lips languidly moving in tune with yours. He gently lifted you onto the counter, your hands lacing into his unruly curls, and his hands grasping at your thighs and the small of your back. 

You whined into the kiss, arching up into his chest as he gently tugged your bottom lip with his teeth. You gently opened your mouth for him, inviting his tongue to dance with yours. After a few moments, you both pulled away as his forehead stayed on yours, chests heaving and lips bright and dark from the kiss.

“How long were you gonna wait hm?” His eyes searched yours.

“Forever and a day probably” You admitted shyly.

“Why?” He chuckled.

“Because I just…I was scared that if I said something that you wouldn’t feel the same, and that it was gonna just fuck everything up.” You answered, eyes flickering between his blown ones. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?” You countered back.

“Same thing for me. I tried to push it down, but fuck it fought so hard to come back up. I was losing it” He sighed contently.

“I’m glad” You smiled at him,

He leaned back, helping you hop off the counter. He turned you in his arms, both of you facing the mirror as he began wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his head to your shoulder. 

“This strangely makes sense…us…how we look together.” You whispered

“Mhm.” He smiled, dimples popping out and eyes squinting, as he kissed your cheek. “My hair looks nice too. You did good”

“I’ve been known to be a woman of many talents” You both chuckled, “Speaking of, you have salmon and mac n cheese waiting on you”

His eyes shot open. “I’m fucking starving that sounds heavenly” 

You left his arms, walking out of the bathroom backwards, “Well if you don;t hurry I’ll gladly take your plate…” You teased.

You both ran through the halls like children, giggling and squealing as he caught up to you.

“We should do this again.” He smiled as you were pinned on the kitchen counter.

‘Same time tomorrow.” You beamed at him. 

You both had dinner, settling into what would be your new normal. You hated to admit it, but for once, Sonya was right. 

[burntsecrets]

bad idea right?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 1248

A/N: I came up with this idea while driving home and listening to” bad idea right?” by Olivia Rodrigo

Summary: Modern AU (same things happened, just modern-day) | Your situationship with Billy might be over, but you can’t stop from tripping and falling into his bed.

Warnings: alcohol use, intoxication, sexual tension, casual sex, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, implied past trauma, regret, mild profanity, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms, unresolved emotional conflict, trauma recovery, manipulative behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics, questionable consent (due to intoxication).

You’re leaning against the sticky countertop at Benny’s, some kid from school, the neon lights flickering overhead, and the buzz of the cheap beer in your veins dulls everything to a warm blur. Laughter surrounds you, the familiar chaos of your friends filling the air, but your mind keeps drifting back to that one name—Billy. 

It’s been months since you last heard from him. Hell, you thought you were done with him for good. He left you with nothing but broken promises and bruised feelings when the mind flayer took over, turning him into someone worse than the asshole you knew before. But somehow, after surviving, he’s been… different. Rumor has it he’s been seeing the school counselor, dealing with his trauma, his daddy issues, and all the shit that made him the way he was. 

You told yourself you wouldn’t care. After everything, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of falling back into the same toxic cycle. But then your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling you out of your thoughts. A text. His name lights up the screen.

Billy:  "Hey. I’m at my new place. Alone."

Your pulse quickens. You know this isn’t a good idea. It’s not even an idea—it’s a terrible impulse, one you should ignore. You promised yourself you were done, that you’d never go back. Yet, here you are, half-drunk, staring at his message like it’s a challenge you’re not sure you can refuse.

He sends you his new address. You shouldn’t go. Every rational thought is telling you to stay, to finish the night with your friends, laugh, forget about him, and move on. But there’s this pull. A part of you that still aches when you think about the nights tangled in his sheets, the heat of his body next to yours, the way his mouth could silence every doubt you had, even if just for a few hours.

“I should probably not,” you mumble under your breath, but the words feel hollow. You already know you’re going to end up at his door despite everything.

Your friends barely notice when you slip away, making up some excuse about needing to crash early. They don’t ask questions; they wouldn’t approve if they knew the truth anyway. You fumble with your keys as you head to your car, your mind already buzzing with the conflict of what you’re about to do. The engine roars to life, and before you can second-guess yourself, you’re driving—straight to him.

When you pull up to the apartment building, your stomach flips. Billy’s already waiting, leaning against the doorframe, that stupid smirk on his face, and damn it, you hate how much you’ve missed that. His blue eyes glint under the dim light of the porch, and for a second, you forget every reason why you swore you’d never do this again.

“You’re here,” he says, almost surprised, but you can see the satisfaction behind his voice.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, well… had nothing better to do.”

Billy steps aside, letting you in. The apartment smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap cologne, just like you remember. The memories flood back instantly, and you hate how your body reacts to how familiar this all feels despite how wrong it is. 

“You shouldn’t be here, you know,” he says, but there’s no conviction in his words. It’s more of a dare, a challenge. He knows exactly how to get under your skin and knows that part of you still craves him despite everything.

“I know,” you reply, dropping your jacket on the floor, already feeling the magnetic pull of him. “But here I am.”

The space between you and Billy evaporates far too quickly, the tension snapping as he grips your hips with a possessive urgency, yanking you into him. His touch is electric—warm fingers digging into your skin, pulling you so close that your breath catches in your throat. It’s dizzying how your body betrays you with a familiar heat that flares from the contact. Despite everything your mind is screaming, your body knows this dance all too well. 

You crash your lips against his, and it’s not gentle, not soft. It’s wild, messy, filled with months of unsaid words and untangled emotions, as if kissing him could somehow erase the silence and make sense of the chaos. His mouth moves against yours with a desperate hunger, and you match it, letting yourself fall into the storm of him. The taste of him is intoxicating—salt and cigarette smoke with something undeniably Billy. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it does.

His hands move with practiced ease, slipping beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your sides. The warmth of his palms spreads across your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Every touch is achingly familiar, yet there’s something different now, a gentleness woven through his usual rough edges. You can feel it in the way his hands tremble ever so slightly, as though he’s trying to hold himself back. But you know better. You know what’s underneath—the bruised and broken pieces of him, the pain he’s been burying for years.

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t let him do this. But you do.

His lips leave yours, tracing a burning path down your neck, and you tilt your head back, a shaky breath escaping you. You hate how easily you melt into him, how quickly your defenses crumble when he’s this close. There’s a softness now, a vulnerability in the way he touches you—like he’s afraid to break something fragile. But it doesn’t change the past. It doesn’t make up for the hurt.

Still, you let him guide you back, your legs hitting the edge of the bed as you tumble down with him, the familiar weight of his body pressing against yours. The scent of him surrounds you, pulling you deeper into the haze of need. It feels like stepping into a dangerous current, swept up in something you know you can’t control. 

Your mind whispers warnings, telling you this will only end the way it always does, but you silence them. You tell yourself it’s the last time, that once this is over, you’ll walk away and leave him in the past where he belongs. But even as you think it, you know it’s a lie. You’ve been here before, in the same bed, making the same promises, falling into the same trap.

And yet, as his lips find yours again and your body responds to every familiar touch, you know you’ll let it happen anyway. You’ll make one more bad decision. You’ll let him pull you under, just for tonight.

You wake up the next morning tangled in his sheets, his arm draped over your waist. The weight of regret hits you immediately, but when you look at him, peaceful for once, it’s hard to feel anything but conflicted.

Billy stirs, his voice groggy. “You okay?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. You slip out of bed, pulling your clothes back on in silence. He watches you, but for once, he doesn’t say anything cocky or cruel. There’s something unreadable in his expression, something you don’t want to acknowledge.

“I should go,” you mutter, heading for the door.

“Yeah,” he replies, voice soft. “See you around?”

You pause, fingers on the doorknob, heart pounding in your chest. You know you shouldn’t. You know this is all wrong.

But you can’t help it.

“Yeah… maybe.”

[jayholdenworld]

While the poll for the CarCar fic I should write is going strong, I needed to keep my mind somewhere else. (In case you have not voted yet, here’s the link to the poll)

While we wait for the end I will share some snippets from the bottom 4 ideas from both polls

Today, the bottom 4 from the first poll

1. Everybody Loves Oscar (Chatfic ft. Brocedes)

L: Hey.

L: It’s Lewis.

L: I know we no longer talk. But our kid is in danger.

N: I know it’s you.

N: It was not me the one who blocked and deleted the other’s number.

N: And what do you mean our kid?

N: What happened to Oscar?

L: I saw Lando giving Oscar chocolates. Max was talking about driving with him, Charles was inviting him to play padel, Logan was telling him about a movie night together…

N: Lewis, he’s getting friends, stop being weird about it.

L: Do friends try to kiss each other?

N: Number 1. You said we had a bro kiss the first time we kissed.

N: Number 2. Who the hell tried to kiss Oscar?

L: All of the above and some more.

N: Fuck.

L: But I have two news...

N: Bad one first.

L: Oscar might be interested in another driver, so he’s ignoring all of them.

N: That’s not so bad.

L: I was not done.

L: The bad news is that it’s Carlos Sains Jr.

N: Oh no…

N: Tell me the good news is that Carlos is not interested and we can try to make Oscar move on.

L: Nico…

L: I never said there were good news.

N: What?!

L: I think Carlos and Oscar are in a situationship… or worse, a full relationship.

N: That Fucker!

N: Couldn’t you move to Ferrari earlier?

L: ?!

L: How’s my fault, again?

N: I thought you would keep an eye on him and would keep those wolves away.

N: I trusted your judgment.

N: Now excuse me.

N: I need to threat a Spaniard to death.

N: Again.

L: Nico

L: I swear to God…

L: Fuck

2. Super Powers AU

Oscar knew he was fucked, his eyes were focused on the man in front of him, on the weapon he had to “control” them and the way his eyes went to Logan, Oliver, and back to him.

He couldn’t let that man touch them. He couldn’t take his family away from him. Oscar wasn’t going to let him do it.

Not again.

But his powers were thriving to go out and face the man. Not for the usual reason and that was worrisome. He couldn’t let his powers betray him, he needed them to protect his brothers.

So, he started to prepare to fight, to kill if needed.

It was then that he felt it, small, hidden, scared. But powerful and ready to protect the man in front of him.

The guard had powers running through his body.

His eyes must have shown that he knew, because the man started to panic in that moment, even if nothing but his eyes revealed that.

Both were so fucked right now.

3. Marry, Kiss or Kill

-Oscar.

-No.

The Spaniard tried to keep the younger against the wall, but the wall, but the look on his eyes told him everything he needed to know.

-Were you going to kill me?

The words are out before he can think, and the look the Australian gives him is enough to make him sick. The older man knew he was referring to a game that never left his mind, but in that moment he sounded like he was fighting about the incident they just had.

-You were the one trying to kill me, Sainz. Lando won, you lost a place, but I nearly lost my whole car and I lost a good race. You were the one acting like you wanted to kill me.

And maybe he wanted that. He wanted to kiss… kill, he wanted to kill the McLaren driver.

That didn’t answer if Oscar would have kill him too in that game, so long ago, but the Spaniard knew, if he could, the younger boy would try to do it now.

4. Childhood Crushes

Carlos knows Fernando is going to kill him, he usually doesn’t care about many things he does, and if he cares, then Carlos can call or text his dad so he can talk and control Fernando. So, Carlos usually gets away with everything.

But this, Fernando will never forgive him. Because his adopted son was manipulated by Carlos to do the only thing Fernando told the both of them he was not allowed to do… without him.

-Something to share?

The older Spaniard looks at him before looking at the Australian kid. To his credit, Oscar acts like nothing happened and nothing is wrong, which makes Carlos act a little bit more calm.

Then, Fernando takes his cellphone out and shows them a photo of Carlos grabbing Oscar’s hips, standing too close to each other, and the younger Spaniard panics.

-It’s not what it looks like.

-Oh no? Then tell me, Carlos. Did you took my son to a karting track to race when I told you he shouldn’t go without me or did you not?

Oscar looks at the older boy with some eyes that say, you’re an idiot, and Carlos wants to punch him. But he knows he can’t do that or they will fist fight until one of them wins. Or until Fernando separates them.

Well, Carlos can accept the fault in this. Oscar is 12, he is 15. As the older man between the two, he needs to take accountability of his actions.

-It’s my fault dad. Let me explain…

Carlos lets the father and son talk while he keeps his eyes on the younger boy. God, he doesn’t know if he wants to punch him or kiss him.

If they survive this, maybe Carlos can punch him and then kiss him. Just like he did after Oscar won the karting race.

[wenellyb]

Hey, I always see reblogs from you about sam and bucky. What show are they from and are they a canon couple? Or best friends?

Hi Anon!!!! I don't know how to answer this. Both and neither?!

Wait I know, they're in a situationship!

I guess that the answer is not so easy to answer because it depends on who you ask😂.

I hope this will be short but I can't promise (by the end of my reply you might regret asking this question😭).

So Sam and Bucky are 2 Marvel characters, who appeared in Captain America movies (Bucky was in Captain America 1, 2 and 2 and Sam was in Cap 2 and 3, he also appeared in Age of Ultron)

So they were both Steve Roger's best friends, Bucky was the old one who Steve thought was dead, and Sam his new best friend.

They officially meet in Captain America 3: Civil War (they met before but they were fighting because Bucky had been brainwashed).

So they meet in Cap 3, and only share 2 ten seconds scenes but wow were those scenes hilarious. So some people started shipping them.

It also helps that the actors playing them have amazing chemistry together and became friends while doing press interviews together for Cap 2.

I don't know if you're still following, but back then Sambucky was not a big fandom like the other big Marvels ships but it was still a sizeable fandom, we see them again in Avengers Endgame, where they don't share a lot of scenes together, but again the 2 scenes they share are beautiful. Sam puts his hand on Bucky should to comfort him, and then at the end Bucky looks at Sam like this.

In Avengers Endgame, we see Sam becoming Captain America and what do we learn in the meantime??? SAM AND BUCKY ARE GETTING THEIR OWN TV SHOW???? What????

Can you believe the state of the Sambucky fandom around that time?

So basically the TV show is some sort of buddie cop drama, but there are a lot of scenes that make Sam and Bucky look like a couple:

- Them going to couples therapy and the therapist making them do a soul gazing exercise

- Bucky following Sam around like a puppy

- Bucky showing to Sam hometown and helping him fix his boat The Notebook style

-and eventually Bucky moved to Sam's hometown.

So we got a lot of shipping material, but Sam and Bucky were never confirmed as a couple, but here's the thing... they were never said not to be a couple either.

Whenever the cast members are asked about the relationship they're evasive AF. When asked about it, the director said that "there was no sexuality attached to their characters" which doesn't scream "they're Straight", quite the opposite, same with the writer, who was always giving cryptic answers.

They're alway talking about how Sam and Bucky love eachother ( Kari Skogland and Sebastian Stan), can't leave without each other (Anthony Mackie) and how they're a family (Malcolm Spellman) but they have never said they were friends.

So, you might ask someone and they'll say Sam and Bucky are best friends. And they are.

But if you ask me, I would say that Sam and Bucky are each other's love interest. And with Marvel we know love interests always move at the slowest pace.

You can see it as platonic or romantic. Your pick.

If you're asking me if they're "officially together", this was the ending scene of the show...

... so again it's up to you to decide. But to answer the question, they're not officially together.

The best way to describe it is that they're in a Marvel situationship.

[v3nusxsky]

emily and reader are in a situationship, reader loves emily but she thinks em doesn’t love her back. but every time reader wants to leave bc of the unrequited love, but she can never stay away from em. r’s tired of all this, never knowing if em really wants her or just wants her body and as soon as reader starts packing her clothes— emily begs her to stay, telling her that she wants to love her but she’s terrified that something is gonna happen to r so r says something about her not caring about that as long as she had emily. literally just hurt and comfort</3 - 🐦

Stay please

*Authors note~ I love the trop of unrequited love to lovers. Like we love our ladies being In love but clueless. First time attempting to write it*

Trigger warnings ~??

Prompt}see ask^^^^

When things started between you and Emily, you both agreed no strings, no feelings and not attachments.  Yet for you, you found yourself in love with her. Oh god you were. It wasn't just because of the mind blowing sex but she was amazingly brilliant in every way possible. You admired her in every way, especially in the field. Yep it was safe to say you fell in love with her despite knowing you shouldn't have because of the agreement.

Every time you'd feel yourself needing to run, you'd start to pull away from her but seeing how she seemed to be sadder without your presence meant you both stumbled back together in a night of passion. You would repeat the cycle over and over. You knew it was bad for you, unrequited love is truly the worst pain possible. But with her it was this maddening delicious pain that you couldn't seem to let go. No you would always bounce back to her, nothing would ever stop you from finding your way back to her. Because truly nothing has ever hurt so good.

Little did you know, Emily was feeling the same, why would you want her? She was struggling with the idea of letting someone close even if that someone was you. But she couldn't help herself noticing how you had worked you way into her heart body and mind and that was absolutely terrifying. Every time you pulled away from her caused her to regress back further into not being able to let you close.

Now that's how you found yourself in bed next to Emily, both satisfied but you felt the salty tear trials on your cheeks. "Sweetheart? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? What do you need?" The questions making your heart yearn for more, the care and love just more. "I can't do this Ems" you whimpered as you tumbled from the sheets trying to shove on your clothing. Really you had one leg in your underwear and your bra on but not done up. "Woah woah woah wait wait y/n please" she pleaded with the biggest puppy eyes you could ever have imagined.

All you did was break down and sitting back to the wall, knees up to your chest as you sobbed into your arms. "I can't, I can't do this. It hurts. I love you so much. I know you don't love me back I know we said no strings but I can't help my feelings." You truly didn't know what you was doing now, you'd exposed everything to her. You were in the worst possible state you could ever imagine being in. Vulnerable.

"Hey hey y/n look at me, sweetheart please" she had moved to crouch down in front of you, "you love me?" She whimpered watching your expression fall, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry I know I'm not a great catch, but I can't god you're gonna hate me. I'm sorry I'll go I'm" you were cut off with Emily's lips attached to yours in a sweet kiss. Both of you providing tears now that we're mixing together mid kiss.

"Come back to bed" she whispered standing and holding a hand out to you. You took it and joined her in the bed and snuggled up to each other. "I love you too baby" she murmured pressing another kiss to your lips, "you're so beautiful darling." More kisses and hands now gripping at one another's body's as you desperately tried to paw closer. Needing more, the kisses changing from rushed and passionate to loving and intimate. The relationship would definitely morph into something more from tonight but you both knew you'd have to take things slow, your own pasts affecting you in unimaginable ways. But here and now you were safe and so in love with the one and only Emily Prentiss.

Word count ~ 785

[maineventbts]

OMG!

pairing: idol!jhope x idol!reader

genre: pwp , fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: unprotected sex , oral m!receiving, deep throating, dirty talk , crying (minors do NOT engage).

summary: loved by everyone but ignored by the person you want the most. you’re determined to get hoseok’s attention.

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this ! pls ignore any mistakes and feel free to leave any comments/feedback in my inbox (anons are on) 🫶🏾

As an idol, you didn't have much time for romance. No dates or situationships, just you and your music. Though you were lacking in that area, you were very successful. Everyone believed that you were the sweetest angel, so kind and poised. With large audiences all over the world, you were loved for your many talents and visuals. Brand deals with Fenty, working with Dior, producing for artists like SZA. You were adored by everyone, except for Jung Hoseok.

You were infatuated with Hoseok. The way he walked, and talked, you were instantly hooked. You first realized you had feelings for him after meeting him at an awards ceremony. Of course, you loved his music and thought he was super talented, but seeing him in person changed the game. Unfortunately, he wouldn't even look your way. For the past few months, you've been trying to get Hoseok's attention. Batting your lashes at him, talking softly and sweetly. Parading around in your risqué performance outfits, whenever you get the chance.

The majority of your conversations consisted of compliments, admiring each other's music, and plans to work together soon. In all of your interactions, you've only seen him look once. But! He did stare for a long time. In fact, you received looks from all sorts of people, admiring your beauty. You were getting sick of getting attention from everyone but him. This week, you'll have the chance to talk to him again. There were rehearsals for the AMA's and you would both be there. This time, you were determined to reel him in.

You just walked off the stage with your group members. Rehearsals were out of the way, and you could focus on what you truly came here for. Stalking through the halls, peering around different corners, you waited to catch a glimpse of him. Your fellow members watched you from a distance, cackling at your devious antics. They knew all about your crush and encouraged you to indulge in some form of romance.

Finally, he was walking down the hallway you were in. It was nearly impossible to pry your eyes away from him. Admiring his casual yet stunning Louis Vuitton outfit. You whip your head around quickly, praying he didn't catch your wandering eyes.

You hear your name called, and you pick your head up, looking at the man of your dreams. "Hey, Hobi!" You both lean in for a small side hug and you're hit in the face with his alluring cologne. This man smelled and looked absolutely amazing, you were ready to drop dead.

"It's nice to see you again," you leaned up against the wall, gazing into his eyes. His hands are in his pockets as he faces you, dawning a sincere smile, "it's great to see you too! I saw you up on the stage, you guys were amazing." That one compliment has your knees buckling—he watched your performance?! You didn't show it but, on the inside, you were jumping up and down.

You thank him calmly while screeching on the inside. "It's a shame I didn't get to see you guys rehearse, I'm sure you did amazing though." The small talk between you two continues, with you throwing compliments and praise back and forth. The conversation further confirmed that you were indeed crushing on him. Hoseok was charming, just a few words from him and you were mesmerized. You've never been this infatuated with another person before, it was odd.

"Can I just say how great you look," you decided that it was time to make a move, you could only put up with the small talk for so long. Your bold statement caught him off guard, cheeks blushing a bright fuchsia. "Well thanks, you look amazing yourself," his words came out quickly, slightly stammered. His nervousness was apparent, and quite frankly, you were loving every minute of it.

Hoseok's face is blazing hot, while he struggles to look you in the eyes. He's trying hard to hold himself together, but everything you're saying to him sounds heavenly. You're one of the most attractive people he's ever met and you're giving him the time of day; he didn't know how to act.

"I mean it, anybody would be lucky to have you," you tilt your head to the side, refusing to break eye contact, "you're a total catch, kinda surprised no one's snatched you up yet." Fidgeting with the embroidery on his pants, Hoseok chuckled, looking down at his shoes. "I'm really busy, not much time for that," his response was quick yet calm, he was struggling to keep his cool. He hadn't been approached by someone as bold as you, he was caught off guard.

"Poor Hobi, all work and no play. Don't you want to have fun," you question, crossing your arms, "You like fun, don't you?" At this point, you were just messing with him, but hoping that he'd take the bait. Watching him be frazzled by your words was the highlight of your year. He brought his hand up, rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't stay still if his life depended on it. "I like fun, I'm just stressed these days," his response was the perfect set up for you to pull him in.

"Why don't you let me help you relax."

A few hours later, you find yourself in his hotel room. Hoseok's sitting at a desk while you stand behind him, hands massaging his shoulders. You can't believe that you were really doing this, you've never been this bold before. "That feels so good," he groans, visibly settling into his seat. Your hands slowly move from his collarbone to the buttons on his shirt, carefully undoing the top one. Before you know it, his shirt is open, and your palms are caressing his abs.

Hoseok was enjoying every second of this. The prettiest girl he's ever met rubbing him all over, willing to do anything to make him feel better; he was in heaven. Then reality hit him, "We really shouldn't." He instantly stood up, looking concerned. Your hands rested on the chair, fingers tracing the edges. "We really should," you responded softly yet swiftly. He rubbed his eyes, looking disheveled, and said, "I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." He was so sweet and concerned for your well-being. You didn't give a fuck. Hoseok could do anything to you, and you'd let him.

Your hand gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down to your level, "but I want you." He stared down at you, looking a little nervous, and what you said next didn’t help. "Don't you want me too?"

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Without any hesitation, he smashed his lips up against yours. Parting your lips, you allowed his tongue to sliver through, battling with your own. Moving away from the desk, you move your make-out session toward the edge of the bed. He pulls away, gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Your skirt and panties follow behind, dropping to the floor, piling up with his discarded shirt.

Taking initiative, you push him onto the bed, forcing him to sit. Standing before him, you press a light kiss onto his lips. The tingly feeling lingers as you pull away from him. "Been looking forward to this for a long time," your admission comes out slowly, extending your words. You carefully lower yourself to your knees, brushing your hair away from your shoulders.

You sit prettily in front of an excited Hoseok, eager to get his hands on you. His eyes are lazy, and he's sporting the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, waiting to see how well you can handle his cock. Unbuttoning his bottoms, you slowly pull them down, wanting to take your time. Pulling him out of his boxers, you let out a small gasp. You didn't know what to expect, but you were thoroughly impressed. You couldn't wait to sink your claws into him and swallow him whole (literally).

You wrap your mouth around the tip, precum giving your lips a shimmering coat. Letting your tongue carefully flick over his slit. Slowly, your mouth slides down his cock, almost stuffed. Hoseok looks down at you, taking in the angelic sight. "You look so pretty like this," he compliments, hands coming up to caress your face. He wonders how someone with such an innocent image is on her knees for him. He lets out a low groan, overwhelmed by the warmth from your mouth.

He admires your dedication, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you try to fit all of him into your mouth. The sounds of you gagging and slobbering on his cock are divine. Each time his tip hits the back of your throat, he's gripping the bedding under him, trying to fight the urge to explode in your mouth.

You pull his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following your lips. Instantly, his hands are cupping your face, and he's giving you a harsh kiss. As you stand up, you're lightly pushed from behind, falling over onto the bed. Hoseok is quick to discard the rest of his clothes, tossing them along with yours. He follows you, his hand smacking against your ass, enticed by the recoil.

Hoseok is behind you, hands rubbing over the entirety of your ass, "So fuckin' perfect," he mutters under his breath. Lining his cock up with your soaked hole, he slowly slides in. You moan in unison, overwhelmed by the pleasurable feeling. His hands come up to your hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to thrust into you. His pace started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. "So big," you whimper, leaning your head against the bed.The stretch was refreshing, and you drooled at the thought of being filled with his cock.

Picking up the pace, your hips smacking against each other, echoing through the hotel room. Your arousal dripped from your pussy, making a mess on the bedspread. Each thrust is harder than the last, leaving you breathless. His cock easily slides in and out of your pussy with ease. You were soaking wet since you had your hands all over him. You find yourself trying to move away from him, only to be snatched back against his hips in a powerful thrust. "You wanted my attention so badly; don't run now," Hoseok chuckles, you're practically in tears as your nails dig into the bed. He found your behavior amusing; not too long ago, he was putty in your hands. Now, he has you lost for words, too cock drunk to speak.

Lifting your head, you turn to face the man behind you. "Feels so good," you whine while he continues to wreck your drenched hole. "Yeah? "You take me so well," he says, his words followed by low groans. "Been wanting this for a long time," he shamelessly admits, "thinking about how pretty you'd look on my cock." His words rush to your core. Everything he was saying was music to your ears; he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Your mind felt hazy, clouded by euphoric feelings and Hoseok. For the last few months, you've wanted nothing more than to be stuffed with his cock, and now you don't want it to end. "Oh, my god," you exclaim as you turn your head to face Hoseok, who is staring at you and biting his lower lip. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen. Smacks and moans can be heard throughout the room, you pray no one has come looking for him.

Too fucked out to form a coherent sentence, all you can do is let out an airy moan. You're hit with a powerful wave of pleasure, letting out a string of curse words as you fall apart on his cock. This doesn't stop Hoseok, he's still ramming into you from behind, hitting all of the right spots. "Look at you, doing so well," the compliment hits you right in your core, and you whimper in response.

Hoseok's thrusts begin to falter, his hands still tightly gripping your hips. "Cum in me, please," you're begging, which makes him lose all of his composure, paired with how tight you're squeezing him. Before you know it, he's letting out a series of grunts and groans. With one last thrust, he's spilling into you. He pulls out slowly, and you both sigh deeply, trying to catch your breath. Sitting back, you both watch his cum drip from your pussy. "So fucking beautiful," He says, staring in awe at the sight, ecstatic to see how messy he made you.

Pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, Hoseok runs his hand down your back as you struggle to pull yourself together. "You did so well for me," he reassures you, before grabbing a towel to clean you up. For someone you didn’t have much of a relationship with, you were surprised that he took such great care of you.

__________________

After you've both cleansed yourselves, you're sitting across from each other on the bed. "Oh, my god! You liked me this whole time," you exclaim, sounding slightly frustrated. You've been showing off for months, thinking he wasn't interested, only to discover he's just as interested in you. Giggles come from the man in front of you as you explain all of your elaborate plans to get his attention. "You were just so intimidating, I didn't know how to approach you." His admission made you feel much better, you knew you weren't delusional!

"So, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

[harlowhockeystick]

okay here is what I have to offer (pt 1) (totally not projecting anything)

so like a couple months into this whole situationship flirty friends-to-lovers thing brock and reader have going on he notices she starts to seem a little… off? she’s tired and not as chatty or funny as usual, never wants to come out with the group for drinks or even really make small talk with anyone etc etc and he’s in his head like is it me?? did I do something?? and maybe he makes a comment to her closest friend at the office that like hey… has she seemed weird to you lately?? and the friend is like yeah this happens every once in a while it’s just mental health stuff she deals with she’ll get through it but it kills brock to think of you going through something like that alone, he realizes he wants to be there for you not just when you’re making him laugh so hard he can’t breathe, and smiling that pretty smile at the dumb note he left on your desk, he wants to be there all the fucking time no matter what. so the next friday when you again turn everyone down for drinks and head home he’s just like, no, I’m going to Do Something. so he texts you (and maybe y’all have done this a few times but haven’t in a while bc … depression) and is like “hey wanna have a movie night tonight?? I can bring food over or come pick you up and we can grab something on the way back to mine?” and she’s like a little caught off guard bc she hasn’t really been much fun lately and was worried maybe she was losing him but she was too caught up in her depression/anxiety to really do something about it but she tells him to come over and he does and brings so much food and way more snacks than are required for one night because “hey I didn’t know what you’d want!” and they watch some cheesy rom com or something and slowly snuggle towards each other on the couch until she is like fully on his lap and she’s like “hey um, thank you for doing this, I’m sorry I’ve been a little distant lately” and he’s like “it’s no problem, I wanted to, (friends name) told me maybe something was up and I thought I could maybe make you feel a little better at least for one night” and she thinks she could kiss him and cry at the same time but they are not There yet so she opts to place a kiss on his like jaw/cheek and is like “you really didn’t have to do all this but it means a lot to me, thank you” and he just shrugs and says “I like doing things for you” and kisses the top of her head and at this point her heart is BEATING out of her chest and she pretends to check the time on her phone and is like “hey it’s getting kinda late, (it’s like 9:30 but if she doesn’t ask now she never will) do you wanna stay here tonight maybe?” and hes like I would love to but I can’t leave coolie and milo alone for the night, wanna come sleep at mine? and he’s like you can bring your dog and they can all have a sleepover too and she’s like oh we’re having sleepovers now? are we 12 year old girls? and hes like it was your suggestion missy and she’s like good point let me pack a bag and the whole drive to his place she’s giddy like she is a 12 year old girl going to a sleepover and she’s been to his place before but she’s never slept there let alone done All of This so when she goes to get out of the car she’s like wait oh my god what if he just feels bad for me what if he’s just doing all of this because (friend) told him I was depressed and he feels like he can’t say no but as if on cue he just goes “don’t move” and comes around to her door and opens it for her with a cheesy smile on his face and it makes her laugh and god he loves her laugh and then grabs her bag from where its sitting at her feet and holds his hands out to take her dog so she can get up (I’m imagining its like a fairly small dog that can chill on her lap, active enough to hike and whatever but not as big as brock’s dogs) and he hands her back the dog and takes her bag and leads her to the elevator and while they walk down the hall to his place she’s like “thank you for doing this, you really didn’t have to but I like spending time with you” and hes like “you think we’re having a sleepover because I don’t?”

pt 2:

and she giggles at his use of the word sleepover again and goes “I guess not” and he opens the door and milo and coolie come running up to them and he’s like “plus I knew they’d be excited to see you too” and she’s like “they’re probably more excited to see (her dogs name)” and hes like fine maybe a little of that too and then is like brb and goes to put her bag in his room and when he comes back he’s like “wine??” and how could she say no to that and they’re drinking and giggling and talking about their lives and her feet end up in his lap (this is a maroon by taylor swift reference obv) and his hand is on her knee and his thumb is rubbing back and forth and the lamp behind her is making her look like she has a halo and he sets his wine glass down and puts his other hand on her waist (does that make sense I can’t tell) and she’s like Oh it’s never been There before and and he goes (in his shy adorable suddenly nervous little way) “um hey?” and she quirks her head like “yeah?” and he says “can I kiss you?” and she bites back a smile and nods and he thumbs her bottom lip out from between her teeth and pulls her face towards his and kisses her so softly and kind of without thinking her hands are in his hair and neither of them wants to come up for air because god is this everything and she swears she doesn’t mean to but she tugs on his hair a little bit and she feels the hand that was on her knee come underneath her other one to pull her legs apart a little and she takes that as her cue to swing her leg over and straddle him which based on the situation she can now feel in his crotch area was in fact the right move but she has to break their lips apart to do it and she takes the opportunity to take in his messy hair and flushed cheeks and the smile that’s plastered across his face before he’s pulling her back in by her hips because how could he stop kissing her and they makeout a few minutes longer before they are pulled from their moment by the sound of barking and brock is too focused on the way her body feels pressed against his like this to care but she pulls away with a confused face before she looks around to see coolie at the door wanting to be let out to pee and turns back to brock who’s also now realized what’s going on and is letting out a dramatic groan and she throws her head back with a laugh at his theatrics before meeting his eyes and saying “we should probably do something about that” and he doesn’t miss the way she says “we” like it’s their place and their responsibility to let the dogs out before bed and he’s like “I guess we should yeah” and pats her thigh gently before helping her off of him and standing up and she starts to gather the wine glasses and figure out how to shut the tv off and he’s like “don’t do all that I can do it in the morning” and she protests like “well I will at least help you in the morning” and he’s like fine fine now put this on it’s cold out and takes his hoodie off and hands it to her and she’s like “won’t you be cold then” and he honestly had not considered it because he wasn’t really thinking about himself right now and he gets this cheeky smile on his face and goes “guess you’ll have to keep me warm then” and she just laughs and rolls her eyes again and their moment is once again interrupted by dogs barking, this time all three are getting impatient by the door and he’s like “yeah yeah we’re coming” and she slips the hoodie on and follows him outside and tries not to get too lost in the fantasy of this, him and her and the dogs, maybe a few kids later if she really wants to get ahead of herself, being the rest of her life

ANON THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS SM!!!!!

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hey, I'm looking for some advice and validation on a very messy situation.

I miss my best friend. Typing out everything that happened would take long but I'll try to give as much context as I can.

We have been best friends for 8 years. We were both "outcasts" and found each other. We both came out as queer, then later on as trans men around the same time. We both struggled with so many personal problems for a big portion of our friendship. I was impulsive, paranoid, had undiagnosed BPD. He was delusional/struggled with some forms of psychosis and strong attachments. He got unhealthily attached to me when I was the only close friend he had, invaded my privacy and went too far without realizing because he was always worried about me. I was lashing out and splitting on him because I didn't know how to deal with it. I unintentionally ignored him for periods of time to give myself space. We were both very dramatic people. Not everything was dark though, we have lots of memories together that I'd do anything to experience again, and he knew more personal things about me than anybody in my life and vice versa. The last straw was around exactly a year ago. Neither of us could take it anymore and we cut all contact after a nasty argument.

At first I blamed him but since I've had time to reflect on my own very bad behavior towards him. I realized I was equally responsible. We were both enabling each other's behavior the whole time which ruined everything. We were both unfair, I'd say even abusive to each other at times, unfortunately.

I wanted to reach out many times after time has passed but couldn't find the right moment. Then, a few days ago, I was sent a screenshot of him calling me really disgusting things. He called me a "groomer" because i had a situationship with somebody two years younger than me. (as a victim of actual grooming mysi felt sick reading that accusation). He said I made him starve myself, which I can disprove at any point with with messages where he admitted he did it because he was delusional about me thinking he was "fat" (I never cared about his physical appearance nor did I make comments about it, he was always naturally skinny anyway), he insulted some of my personal beliefs saying I don't actually "practice what I preach" (said without any basis).

I'm not sure where to go after this, I never spoke badly of him and when somebody asked about our falling out I always say we both had issues and cut things off for our own good, and yet he's insulting me a year later.

People who still talk to him have told me he's behaving very erratically, just like he did at the height of his psychosis which leads me to belive he said these things about me under some delusion.

Again, I'm not saying I was a good person through everything because I DID hurt him unintentionally just as much as he hurt me. I admit that and I'm trying to work on myself. We both messed up.

I do really miss him though, but I can tell he's not in the right state of mind to talk things out anytime soon.

Is there any point in even waiting for him to talk things out? Should i just let it go? Maybe things went too far to be fixed? I'm not sure how much the both of us would have to heal in order to have a healthy friendship ever again...

Hi anon,

It sounds like the best thing is to leave things be. Even if you did become friends again, the actual friendship may never be the same due to the resentment, trauma, and hurt of the friendship you used to have. Those arguments and misunderstandings might always remain at the back of both of your minds even if you did become friends again. There are people waiting to enter your life that you can foster deeper and healthier connections with, and eventually outweigh the bittersweet memories you shared with this person. Learning to move forward from this toxic friendship may be a grieving process, so please be patient with yourself as you navigate this transitional period of your life.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[biaswreckingfics]

Hey!! I just thought of this as I was reading the recent requests which I loved (if you're not taking requests anymore, that's fine!!):

Yeosang song fic: Boomerang by MiC Lowry (despite breaking up and dating other guys, you still go back to Yeosang)

Sangyeon with A+ parenting skills (in my head, it's a bit crack-y with him pet-sitting or babysitting your sibling for you for the first time but anything works!)

You can just pick whichever you'd prefer to do - or either if you don't want >.<

Also, I reread BL and BoP (the parts that are out) recently, and they remain amazing so I can't wait for the next part!!

Thank you!!

I decided to do both because I liked both of these ideas 🥺🥺. I'll hopefully be posting Sangyeon's soon, but for now, here's Yeo's!! Also, thank you!! ❤️❤️

Yeosang + Suggestive

Song Inspiration: Boomerang by MiC Lowry

The first place you go to after a breakup shouldn't be an old ex's apartment. Yet, time and time again, you find yourself walking down the same plain hallway and standing outside of the same apartment door anyway. You're not sure if it's because it's a familiar routine or if you actually find comfort in his arms, but your first stop is always Yeosang's apartment.

There's something tantalizing and addicting about your chemistry with Yeosang. He gives you the same feeling as slipping into your most worn pair of sweatpants. They're tailored to your body and they make you feel safe and warm. When you put them on, you feel like you're finally at home.

It's not fair to either of you, but you're helpless to stop it - and Yeosang doesn't seem any more inclined to do it than you. You're not entirely sure what he gets out of your situationship, but he never turns you away. No, he encourages you.

When you knock on his door, you only have to wait a moment until he opens it. When he sees it's you, his eyes rake down your body before they settle back on your face. The two of you wordlessly stare at each other for a beat, and then Yeosang silently moves over and lets you in.

The second you're through the door, he shuts it and backs you up against it. Your lips collide with his and he presses his body into yours. All his hard edges meet your soft curves, and your hands instantly find their way into his hair.

His hands reach down to your thighs, and he taps them. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist and settling into a more urgent rhythm. You feel his hardness that much more and a soft moan leaves your mouth.

This is why you keep coming back to him.

This is why you'll never be able to break the spell.

[rafesangelita]

[🍪] chocolate chip cookie, includes; a fic inspired by a song of your choice!

maybe frat!rafe or either dealer!rafe (👀) with friends by chase atlantic😁😁😁😁😁😁😁they’re at a party and all her friends are fucked up and yk HAKSJDKD

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

pairing: dealer!rafe x fem!reader

summary: ❝all of your friends have been here for too long, they must be waiting for you to move on. girl, i’m not with it, i’m way too far gone.❞ — after confessing his feelings for you, rafe gets nervous and leaves you the following morning. now you two are at a party, and he isn’t leaving without you.

warnings: friends w benefits au, mentions of drinking and dealing of drugs, arguing, suggestive ending

word count: 0.7k

a/n: wrote this with s2 rafe in mind..

you were the only sober one at this party. along with rafe, who never drank when he was dealing, and vowed to never get high on his own supply. you knew he’d be here— a party wasn’t a party if rafe wasn’t serving up people in the corner of the living room. you stared at him from a distance, his eyes occasionally finding yours when he looked up from the stacks of money on the table. you hated how good he looked tonight. skin flushed with a sheen of sweat from having so many people around him, his bangs hanging loosely in his face, with that blue jeans and white t-shirt combo that you loved so much.

you swallowed thickly, your trance being broken when one of your, very drunk, friends grabbed onto your arm for support. “stop looking at himmm!” she slurred, cackling when you rolled your eyes. “he just wants you for himself without any real commitment.” she nearly lost her footing, a yelp leaving her lips as you decided to guide her out of the kitchen. while your friend wasn’t all the way wrong, she didn’t know enough about you and rafe’s ‘situationship’ to form an opinion on it. your friends only knew what you told them, which meant they’ve only ever heard your annoyed rants.

“let’s get you over here..” you sat her down on the couch where the rest of your friends drunkenly talked amongst each other. rafe wasn’t far from where you sat, his laugh echoing in your ears as he started stuffing his black backpack full of cash. you could tell by the smile on his face that he had a good night for shop. sensing that you were looking at him, rafe felt the burn of your gaze as he got up, having no intention of leaving this party without you on his arm. you smelled his cologne before he approached you, the scent making your heart flutter in your chest.

“hey, can we talk?” rafe stopped in front of you, your friends turning around at the sound of his voice. you looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how handsome he was. “leave her alone, asshole!” rafe smiled at your friend, flipping her off before getting you up and taking you outside. “your friends are annoying as fuck.” he stopped by his truck, backing you up against the vehicle until his thigh sat comfortably between your legs. you knew what he was doing. “they’re drunk..” you glared at him, “what do you want?” rafe tilted his head at your words. “what do i want?” he repeated.

“you gonna act like you weren’t staring me down in there?” he laughed, cupping your chin. “you look pretty.” turning your head away from him, you shrugged him off as you arched a brow. “i was looking at you, and?” you ignored his little compliment. “..and you haven’t replied to any of my messages or called me back.. why?” you shook your head. “are you seriously asking me this? you tell me you have feelings for me while you’re inside of me, and then leave without a word in the morning? excuse me if i felt like you were toying with me or something.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“i got nervous, alright! but i swear to you i meant every word. i would never mess with you like that..” he stepped closer. “i’ve been wanting this, us, for a long time, y/n. i’m not good at this stuff, but i want to try, i want to do it with you.” your gaze softened. “do you mean that?” your voice was small, a clear indication that you weren’t trying to argue with him anymore. “i fucking swear by it.” you watched as his jaw clenched. “i wont disappoint you, baby.” finally, for the first time in two weeks, he took you in his arms. you sighed, feeling a weight you didn’t know was there, lift off of your shoulders.

“is this a revenge dress?” you laughed when he pulled away, inspecting your outfit. “no, but it worked.” you teased. rafe leaned down and kissed you, in which you wasted no time in returning. “come on, let’s get out of here.. ‘before your friends threaten me.” you let him place you in the passenger seat, a squeal leaving your lips when he landed a harsh smack to your ass.

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

a-sky-curses-with-thunder

Jane got so deep in the con that he lost sight of what’s real and what matters to him. Lisbon got tired of waiting and lying to herself about jane, and jumped ship the first chance she got.

Hey, sorry to put you on blast, but I've been meaning to talk about 6b jisbon and you gave me the excuse. So also feel free to ignore this.

The thing is, I do think Jane was building up to starting a relationship with Lisbon, since at least going back to The Golden Hammer. I think her teasing him about going on a date with Ardiles made him kinda go "oh, that's right, I haven't locked that down yet." After that, and I mean in that very same episode, you could see him "activate" (as we say in my country) — "I'm cheerful because I'm on a date sitting here with you", "that hat looks great on you", "Lisbon didn't come to Mexico? Bummer", "hey, Lisbon, drop this investigation into the murder of an acquaintance of ours and our bugged phones and let me take you somewhere near the border with Mexico! No? Bummer." He DID have to drop it once the Haibach thing picked up pace, granted.

However (and maybe this is what you meant about being too deep in the con, I'll admit I'm not sure what you mean by it), he was never going to come out and ask her out like Pike did. In that sense, the episode was a good representation of the issue — Jane engineered it so he and Lisbon were living together as a couple in a huge lavish house full of beautiful art and excitement, but, at the end of the day, they slept alone. All glitter, no gold. You can choose to read into it, but there was no risk involved for him. "I do like to keep my muss to a minimum."

And I believe (admittedly, this is closer to a headcanon) that pre-Red John (the ep), he and Lisbon had this... understanding to misunderstand. They were aware that there was something between them that couldn't be until Red John (the killer) was out of the way. So they danced around that topic on the understanding that they had an agreement. It's why Lisbon felt entitled to protest and be hurt about Lorelai. It's why they could move past "Good luck, Teresa. Love you" and "You're a little in love with him, eh? But he's so secretive and controlling". THEY KNEW.

But then Jane came back and nothing changed.* Too much muss. Jane's glacial, sideways attempt at progress looked to Lisbon like business as usual. Even IF she recognized that he was still interested in her, again, Violets seemed like the perfect example of how life would be with him — a deception backed by an illusion followed by artifice. She didn't want to be kept guessing.

It's why she allowed things to get so serious with Pike. We know that she's dated before (Jeff from Narcotics), but it wasn't a commitment for her. I think that's why Jane wasn't that bothered by it and why he waited so long to make his move when she was with Pike. Going after a woman in a relationship — tacky! And for what? Lisbon would break it off sooner than rather later. History was on his side.

I do believe Jane would have driven things home, if she'd given him time to do things his way, but she'd never had gotten the honesty and straightforwardness she got in Blue Bird. Especially since it would have involved her asking for that honesty and, let's be honest, Jane isn't the only one to avoid muss in that situationship. And that, I think, would have followed them into any relationship they built going forward.

TL;DR (Because I think even I lost the plot there for a moment): Jane did have his eyes on the prize, but he pursued her with the same risk-aversion I apply to spending loot in video games, so the moment Pike offered her something honest, Lisbon, as you said, jumped ship.

*In fact, and this is my biggest headcanon yet, Jane broke that agreement when he got back and almost immediately pretended to be interested in Krystal Markham. Fake or not, using her or not, he was making it very clear that he was accountable to no one in regards to his romantic life. Not that he meant it like that, but I, for one, couldn't help watching that and going "isn't there someone you should straighten things out with before you go out and play honeypot, buddy?"

The episode was led by an argument about what was best, hitting hard and fast and keeping it simple or cute tricks with no fuss, no muss. By the end, Jane's devious methods got him a closed case, but Pike being straightforward and direct got him Lisbon.

[sleeplessparadox]

It's gonna be okay but damn it's a pain that to get okay I gotta be sad first.

I ain't used to this. Never. I thought I was in love before, I've since decided that that can't be the case. That those people I couldn't have truly been in love with because isn't being in love so much more than the feeling? Isn't it so much more than a situationship? Yet here I am, the lovedrunk dumbass who can't help but find himself having fallen without realising. I've been so heavily in denial but god I love her and she doesn't even see me, not like that. She shouldn't have to, what we have is special enough but my heart is so desperate. Defeated is maybe the better choice of phrasing, desperate implies continued yearning, defeat concludes that the longing has since past and there are stitches to be made. You can't heal if you refuse to acknowledge you have wounds to tend to. I'm now on the broken heart stage I think, I didn't even realise I was in love. Does that mean I wasn't in love? Does that mean I am? She's peace to me, but without her I'm finding myself clawing to make my own because if I let myself become intoxicated with the calm her presence gives me I'll probably end up moving like Mordecai which is a considerably stupid lifestyle choice. I know this will go, I know my heart will heal and I'll be able to fall in love with someone new again and hey maybe this time they'll even love me back. Maybe this time I can fall for someone who's waiting to catch me. That's not the hard part. I don't lose myself in these things, I don't stop doing or being or living but, I need to cry. I hate that this makes me misty eyed, I'dve figured that an actual heartbreak, an actual loss of a lover would be what'd get the tears to well up and out of this aching heart but NOPE. Unrequited loves got me heartbroken. These feelings are valid though even if that in itself is hard to accept. I wish I could just cry, I struggle so much to physically bring myself to tears even when my eyes and heart are screaming to flood the earth my cheeks remain dry. I can't wait to be the me that's moved forwards and eventually moved on. I can't wait to be the me who's finally able to devote himself to someone new, unburdened by a love never shared. Until then, someone please teach me how to let myself cry, how to break down, so I can cry until the tears aren't needed and I find myself the guy I wanna be. Right now I want to be able to give my heart to someone new but someone truly incredible has it and I'm slowly taking it back but it hurts because it means letting go of the part I wanted her to keep. Either way, it's going to be okay because I'm going to make it through this and I'm going to find myself with everything my heart aches to hold.

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

hey besties!! here is part 8! Part 8 see's Amelia in a change of colours, her friendship with Jorgi explored more, an awkward Chelsea player and a cheeky Villa boy. Please enjoy & send me your thoughts! Love always, Steph xx

Part 8. | parte otto

word count;  1569 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Wednesday 11/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

Landing in the rarely-sunny but always wonderful London town, Amelia was swiftly picked up from the airport by a man in a blacked out Mercedes van and driven away to her new club-appointed accommodation in the royal borough of Kensington and Chelsea. The 24 year old couldn’t help but feel a sense of home resonating through her body. Yes, Italy was also her home for the last 3 years, but there was something in the air in London that really made her believe that this is where she was meant to be.

Whilst happy that her quintessentially-British townhouse was a mere stones throw from Stamford Bridge and her family home just on the other side of the park in Holland Park she was still a 30+ minute commute, without traffic & one way, from Cobham. Beggars can’t be choosers, at least this way she was close to the hustle and bustle of London City, as well as her family and old friends.

A few days had passed since her talk with Fede, her swift departure from bella Italia saw only a small gathering occur at her apartment with some of the juventus boys on the eve before her flight. Constant check-ins from La Cosa Nostra whatsapp group chat, of course the word had spread to the rest of the Italian national team before she had even returned home from Fede’s place, meant that she was never left alone to her thoughts for too long.

Keeping the promise he had made when she phoned to tell him the news, Jorgi was knocking on her front door at 7:30am the following Monday morning, ready to drive the both of them to Cobham for Amelia’s first full day of work. He was the only person who knew she was taking this offer, other than the professional staff at Chelsea FC who had to organise her contract, so it was very much a nerve-wracking drive to the suburban training ground.

“Sapevo che stavi bene con il blu Azzurri, ma il blu Chelsea è un'altra benedizione che mi è stata conferita” (i knew you looked good in Azzurri blue, but Chelsea blue is another blessing bestowed upon me) Jorgi exclaimed as she opened the door to his car and slid in, having stopped right in front of her house in a no-park zone.

“Morning Jorgi, Thanks so much for picking me up - i’ll sort out a car this weekend i suppose”

“It's not a problem, I'm only a couple of streets away anyway so it's not out of my way.”

The pair caught up on the past couple of weeks without each other, speaking on the Fede situation and Amelia’s feelings. The best thing about Jorgi was how he was able to see both sides of the story. He valued Amelia's opinion and feelings as much as his long-time friend, Fede. He knew how hard it was for both parties to come to an amicable separation & he was making a mental note to call his italian pal to thank him for letting the girl go.

Amelia’s first day at Cobham was heavily administrative, spending a lot of time sorting out paperwork, meeting the team of staff she would be joining, getting her uniform, sorting out her office. After a quick bite to eat with the head analyst, Paolo (she just couldn’t seem to escape the Italians altogether), she collected her leather bound notebook and followed her colleague to the first team wing of Cobham. Whilst she was strictly working with the first team, she had expressed interest early on & stipulated it in her formal acceptance, that she wanted the opportunity to work with the academy players and the freedom to dip into the talent pool of Chelsea youth, to assist in perfecting her tactical plays.

She couldn’t deny that the blue of her uniform was the perfect shade to bring out the blue in her more-often-than-not grey eyes, she felt comfortable in it, she felt part of the team. Pushing open the door ahead of them, Paolo stood to the side like a true gentleman and gestured to Amelia through the door first.

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Walking in, I noticed that the scene in front of me was similar to the first time I met with some of these players. With their backs to me, facing the front, listening to every word that Tuchel was saying to them. I snuck in, stood to the side and waited for my introduction which came very shortly after.

“I want you all to meet the new tactical analyst that the club has appointed following a very successful european campaign this past summer, Amelia White” Thomas directed towards me, and just like that, a slight bit of deja-vu settled in as i watched 30+ sets of eyes turn to look at me. Some were happy to see me, some were polite and offered a small smile, and just one set looked a little shocked and very guilty.

“I trust you all will treat her with the respect that you show me, Paolo and all other members of this professional staff. We had to fight tooth and nail for this girl to join us and I can’t express how lucky we all are to be learning from her.” Tuchel dismissed his team, Jorgi pushing through the chairs to get to me.

“Amelia! What a surprise! Why didn’t you tell me about this!” Jorgi rushed over to me and wrapped me in a hug that I didn't return. Less than impressed with the boy's antics and sarcasm.

“Oh be quiet, you drove us both here today.” I spoke with a smile and rolled my eyes.

“Always the trouble maker Jorgi!” Mason Mount spoke from behind him.

“Amelia, nice to see you again! Can’t believe you didn’t tell us in the group chat!” Mason continued as he greeted me hello.

“Haha yeah, it all happened very quickly & to be honest, my decision wasn’t final until a couple of days ago. I had a few opportunities and I had to weigh up my options, Chelsea were willing to go a bit above the other clubs so it became obvious. Besides, someone once told me I would look good in the Chelsea blue” That someone also being the person who avoided my messages, and who is currently avoiding my eyes.

Later that evening.

“As if I deserved to know you picked the blues on sky sport?” Jack questioned the girl over facetime that evening, keeping their friendship tradition alive and cooking together.

“It all happened so quickly Jack, I was in talks with a few clubs and there was a bit of a tussle and negotiation stage and then I just had to pick one. Chelsea offered me the opportunity to foster the youth team talent and no one else was willing to cross-contaminate their professional staff” Amelia hurried down the phone, afraid that she hurt the brummie lad’s feelings.

“Calm down Mils, it's fine! I’m only playin wiv’ya. I’m happy for you - and me too, now I can come visit ya and have a place to stay in the city” He joked back to her. Jack had a certain way of calming the girl down, he reminded her a lot of Fede. He could read her before she came to terms with her own thoughts and feelings.

“Are you trying to tell me that you, with all of your friends and all of your money, need to rely on little old me for a place to stay in the city?” The joking tone went back to normal with the two flirtatious friends.

“No, I'm just saying that I'm happy you’re in the city. Ya know, it’s only a 2 hour drive. I could easily come down on a Friday after training and be back before a Sunday game…”

“2 hours is far too long to be in the car just to spend the day with me”

“That's where you’re wrong, it would be two nights and one whole day. Besides, 2 hours in the car is better than having to fly to get to you. I was prepared to do the latter anyway before your big move back to London” Oh did her heart swoon inside her chest, a quick blush spread across her cheeks and a little chuckle left her lips - unable to find the right words to say back to him.

Amelia knew the dangers of the situationship, this was exactly how it happened with Fede. She couldn’t help that she was naturally playful and flirtatious, she often didn't know she was doing it. Normal conversations to her often appeared like a hardcore flirt-fest to anyone who happened to be around the girl. She didn’t want to cross that line with Jack, she knew better than to do that, especially with how she hurt Fede in the end. She didn’t know where she was going to be in a few years, nor where he was going to be.

What she also recognised in the older lad that Fede also possessed, and she would be surprised if he didnt considering he is a professional football player, is that he was determined. Too determined that sometimes it was more about the chase and the challenge, rather than the aftermath or the reward. She knew Jack wouldn’t give up on her and would always be there for her. Was it bad that she enjoyed it?

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