#because uni starts and i can't take it all at once

[gothicfied]

It's summer love, baby - Jude Bellingham Oneshot

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: Seeing you with another guy at a backyard party, Jude knew he had to confess his feelings for you. Quickly.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking alcohol, other than that it's just fluff, best friends to lovers, reader wants Jude badly (who doesn't?), 23/24 Jude, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: kinda hate everything at the moment, school's been stressful, but here you go. Haven't written anything in a while ngl I hope this doesn't suck

Jude Bellingham. Everytime that name left your lips, you could feel your heart skip a beat. What kind of pathetic weirdo are you that you can't even think about him without becoming all giggly and kick your feet. You are best friends. At least, you're supposed to be. But something, ever since he moved to Spain and started playing for Real Madrid, changed between you guys.

You'd say growing up with him being your neighbor was one of the best things about your childhood. Jude and you went to the same kindergarten together, the same elementary school and even secondary school and so on. You used to do track, right next to the big field of grass that his team would train on. Wherever you were, he was there too. Wherever he went, he took you with him. It was like an unwritten rule Jude and you had put up the second you shyly asked each other if you're 'best friends'. That was in second grade.

The player had been home for a couple of days now, and after the loss against the spanish national team in the Euro's, there's nothing that consult him. The wound of it was still fresh, burning with disappointment in himself — It had cut Jude deep, especially because he out of everyone in the team thought they were going to bring it home this time. At least that's what he told you.

You two were sitting in his, very nice, car, driving to one of your mutual friends' house. Since all Jude did was sulk at home, your friendgroup decided to at least throw a summer party, before he left England again for vacation.

"God, it's been so long since we went out together, huh?" Jude flashed you a smile, his stupidly perfect white teeth grazing his lower lip. Oh, how much you missed him smiling at you in real life, Face Time was just not cutting it anymore. It quite literally punched all the air out your lungs as it took you a moment to regain your thoughts. "Well.. yeah, you could've flown me out to you more, you know?" You replied back, returning a smile.

Coming to a halt at a red light, Jude whipped his head to the side to face you, raising his eyebrows like he couldn't believe you: "What? What do you mean? I've asked plenty of times—!" He was cut off by you laughing, waving him off like he wasn't telling the truth.

He was, but sadly life often got in the way of you two. You, and only you, had visited him once or twice down in Spain, but you're obviously also an adult with adult responsibilities and adult things to do.. like pay taxes. Or go to uni. Or get the oil of your car changed. You hadn't quite figured this out yet, and Jude always took the opportunity to make fun of you for it.

"You know damn well it would've worked out better if you wouldn't always procrastinate all your assignments until the last day available.." Jude mumbled as he pulled into the driveway of Danny's house, but you pretended like you didn't hear him.

Danny was actually also a long time friend of his. You only knew him through Jude, regarding him as an acquaintance, nothing more. Sadly, he doesn't accept that — The countless of times Danny had texted you, called you, tried to invite you on a date were actually tiring. He was a nice enough guy, but he just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

While you checked your purse if you had brought everything with you, Jude had already gotten out of the car and made a beeline to your side, opening the car door for you like always. "M'lady.." He said in that stupid flirty tone that always got you. Even if you rolled your eyes, even if you pretended like this was the worst thing ever, you always took his hand that he offered and let him help you out of the drivers seat.

"You're a charmer."

"I know I am."

Danny, while being real annoying, had one of the biggest backyards you've ever seen. The party was already at it's peak with people everywhere, just no one you recognized. Jude still held your hand, dragging you closer to him: "Stay close to me, okay?" he had leaned down to talk directly in your ear, "Danny tends to let.. kind of everyone in. I don't want you to be the victim of some creep." You squeezed his hand as a small sign of gratitude and before you could even say something, the other man suddenly started to approach you two, almost like he was summoned as soon as Jude spoke about him.

"Didn't think you'd actually show!" The redhead, yes he's a redhead, yelled over the music, dabbing Jude up. While they held small talk, all you could do is awkwardly stand next to them, inching closer to the english player everytime Danny's eyes lingered on you for too long.

"Real glad you brought her here with you, too. I was kinda startin' to miss ya! How come you never text back?" Due to Danny's scouser accent and the music and all the talking around you, you could barely make up what he was saying, but judging by the way Jude put an arm around you in an instant, it must've been something... weird.

"Bro, you gotta let it go man. You know she doesn't want you like that." Jude laughed at his own words and gave Danny a firm pat on the shoulder, before turning both of you away from him in an attempt to get out of the situation.

He wasn't your boyfriend, you knew that. He didn't like you in that way, you knew that. He's your best friend, you knew that. But, you weren't stupid. His reaction everytime you brought up a boy who's been bothering you was the same since late middleschool: jealous. Right? Yeah.. yeah, jealous. Definitely. You hoped it wasn't just your huge crush on him making you imagine things.

...

After an hour or two, the music had gotten louder, more people kept swarming in like moths to a flame and the taste of alcohol lingered on your tongue. You had promised yourself not to get too drunk, but the fact that you seemed to attract every toxic gym bro or incel nice guy at this party made you wanna down some more tequila shots. You and Jude had gotten seperated about half an hour ago, as some blonde girl swept him away when she realized who he was. That had already kinda ruined your mood for the night, but the guy that has been talking to you for the past ten minutes and who won't leave you alone made it a hundred times worse.

You were leaning against a tree, which was prettily decorated with fairy lights, idly sipping at your drink as you pretended to listen to the man in front of you. He was talking about cars or whatever, something that definitely did nit interest you in the slightest. But, at least from here you had a good view on where Jude was. He was sitting on one of those outdoor sofas, legs spread with his shirt half unbuttoned, talking to that pretty blonde girl from... wherever she came from. You bit down on your cheek everytime you saw her touch his arm or his hand or laugh at his stupid jokes just a tad bit too loud. Come on, he isn't even that funny, what the hell.

You didn't even realize you were staring, not until Jude made eye contact with you, giving you a look of 'Is everything okay?'. So, you snapped out of it, giving him a half-smile and looked back at the person in front of you. Seriously this guy has been talking to basically himself for like 15 minutes now and he's still going.

Now Jude was alerted of your situation, seeing from even afar that you were uncomfortable, felt awkward.. Having caught your eyes linger on him for so long made him forget about his conversation as a whole. If he was being honest, he was probably just talking to this girl to distract himself from you. He felt so stupid, so pathetic that apparently, he could do anything but try to make a move on you.

Why couldn't this just be like in movie or in books? Where you just knew how much he wanted you and kissed him. Because he would, for sure, not be the one to pull back first.

"Excuse me." He promptly cut off the blonde girl, getting up from the sofa. You were so focused on not focusing on Jude the entire time, that you didn't even notice him approaching.

"So, you know, the guy that rammed into me didn't even want to pay for the dama—"

"Heyyyy... sorry it took me so long, ready to go now, babe?" Jude slid beside you, snaking an arm around your waist. Your eyes immediately lit up the second you felt his presence next to you, feeling your heart drop in an instant. You tried your best to go along: "Oh, yeah, no worries," you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, "it was really nice talking to you, Tobi!"

Tobi, the guy, took a good look at you two. First at Jude, then at you, then back again at Jude, who was just grinning with pride, basically whisking you away. All you heard was: "Wait, your boyfriend is THE Jude Bellingham???"

...

With a click, you opened the door of the passenger seat of Jude's car. "You really have to stop entertaining guys for nothing." He said, tone more serious than it was before. While the two of you quickly walked out of there, you joked around, poking fun at him for thinking he was some great hero now.

"Dudeee, it was literally whatever. Poor guy, he probably feels so stupid now."

"For what? Flirting with the girlfriend of the best midfielder in the world?"

"Didn't you bring home a silver medal just last week?"

"Didn't I bring you the literal Champions League Trophy?"

Jude came to a stop right in front of you, crossing his arms in front of his chest while trying his very best not to snicker or laugh. You just raised your eyebrow: "I'm not even your girlfriend."

His eyes were probably the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. While gazing up at them in that moment, you didn't even register what had just left your mouth and the kind of reaction he showed to your words.

Yes, you were convinced, Jude Bellingham is a work of art. Everything about him was perfect. The way he delicately cupped your cheek and looked at you like you were the only important thing in his life, the way he smiled at you while moving his face closer to yours and especially the way his lips fit and moved so perfectly against yours, like he was made for you.

He kissed you with passion, pouring years of love and yearning into it, regreting all the times he didn't do this sooner when he realized how sweet you tasted. You kissed him back, telling him all the feelings you had for him in that small moment through the action, but it seemed enough.

And Jude didn't dare to break the kiss first.

[dean-is-love]

i didn't watch good omens and like the dumbass i am, i though surely i wouldn't fall into the good omens - our flag means death - what we do in the shadows tumblr girlie trio, yet here i am typing this post with laszlo's voice in my head

[adore-gregor]

my perception of grades totally changed since i started uni

[all4yoi]

𝒥ust a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ︎︎⚹︎ cw: angst, no fluff (yet), reader is mostly viewed as a loser and nerd, lowercase intended, kinda went overboard with hoon's, reader gets called a bitch once, not proofread!

synopsis���after a few months of dating, you find out you were just a bet.

part two !

★ LEE HEESEUNG (wc 0.3k)

you and lee heeseung has been dating for a total of five months, and throughout those months you can confidently say that you were the happiest. he was the perfect boyfriend, his family loved you and so did yours.

today, heeseung promised he would take you on a date after his basketball practice despite your protests on how he should be resting instead. you wouldn't have agreed if it weren't for the fact that he had shot you with his pleading big doe eyes that never fails to make you agree on whatever he asks for. 

so here you were, making your way towards the gymnasium with your bag hanging on your left shoulder. the lack of dribbling and smacking basketball noise from behind the closed doors told you that their practice was done.

entering quietly out of habit, you were about to approach your boyfriend when you overheard his teammates talking to him.

"don't tell me you're still with her?" asked one of boys, an amused smile on his face. heeseung only raised a brow.

"what? you won the bet, you can dump her now. you're ruining our image you know? plus she's a total nerd and loser, you're much better with someone like yunhee." and with only just a few words, you felt your world crashing down.

right, who would date someone like you? you always found it weird, that heeseung just approached you one day in your biology class with the cheekiest smile on his face. the fact that he wouldn't leave you alone until you've agreed to go on a date with him. it all made sense now, why the popular basketball captain suddenly gained interest on the school's "biggest nerd."

"speaking of.." another guy spoke, nodding towards you with a cheeky smile. heeseung turned around only to be met with your glassy eyes.

you didn't move, wanting to hear him defend you. wanting to tell his teammates that you weren't a bet and he actually liked you throughout the months you two have been dating.

his silence said everything and with that you turned away and ran out of the gym.

"shit." he muttered, running after you.

★ PARK JONGSEONG (wc 0.3k)

"i'll pick you up later, okay?" your boyfriend of almost a year said softly through the phone. you've been dating jay since the first week of your first year in uni, others found your relationship weird. maybe because back in high school, jay never and refused to even spare you a glance. he was an asshole who looked at you as if you were the epitome of disgusting.

but the past is in the past now, right?

"okay baby, see you." you reply and put your phone down on your table, knowing that he's usually the one who ends the call.

you go back to the papers scattered on your table. the silence in your room was disturbed by sudden noises in your phone, turning to look, you see that jay hasn't ended the call.

picking your phone up with a smile, you were about to call out for him but a voice stopped you.

"i can't believe you've gone this far dude." you recognized the slightly muffled voice, it was a friend of jongseong's.

"what do you mean?" your boyfriend grumbled. the audio was muffled, you figured he was moving and the phone was in his pocket.

"you're still dating her!" the voice exclaimed, as if amused. "seriously, i didn't think you'd take that bet seriously. fine you win, i'll clean your car for a month. but you've gotta cut it out, you're starting to disgust me." the boy laughed.

before you could hear what your boyfriend would say, you ended the call. your hand was trembling and tears were falling from your eyes unconsciously.

were all those months just a joke to him? were your feelings really worth a free car wash for just a month? were you that unworthy?

jay was an asshole back in high school, you thought he changed. turns out he didn't, you felt like a fool for falling for his antics.

★ SIM JAEYUN (wc 0.3k)

if someone would be asked who you were, they'd all say the same thing. a loner, pathetic loser, and a nobody with a pretty face.

because what was a pretty face if you had no friends and a social life?

you almost believed you would die alone, you were too socially awkward to make friends. so when sim jaeyun, the transferee, approached you with a warm smile and a hand outstretched for a shake, you were beyond shocked.

your relationship went from being block mates, friends, then next thing you knew you two were dating. at first you were reluctant to enter a relationship, scared that it would ruin your friendship, but he insisted you both tried. that was three months ago.

you didn't have any friends, but atleast you had jake.

jake who smiles at you as if you had carved the stars in your hands. jake who would never forget to bring your coffee every morning. he was everything you ever needed. he was it for you, you only hoped he felt the same towards you.

walking through the hallway of the school, you stopped infront of your locker only to be met with a sticky note on it.

HOW LONG CAN JAKE LAST WITH LOSER L/N?

A WEEK : 卌 - 卌 - 卌 - 卌 - III

FIVE MONTHS : 卌 - I

A YEAR : II

Furrowing your brows, you stare at the note as your breathing grew heavy. It was obvious that the paper was old, it had folds and it was only stuck on your locker with a washi tape.

"what are you doing l/n? go on, cast your vote." a mocking voice said from beside you followed by a bunch of laughter. "personally, i thought he'd last a day. i guess i'll vote for five months then." then the hand went and tallied on the five months category.

"what's going on here?" upon hearing your boyfriend's voice, you fled away immediately, not wanting to face him. everytime something good happens in your life, it's always ripped away from you. jake was just like them, you were just a toy for their own entertainment.

★ PARK SUNGHOON (wc 0.5k)

"i'm sorry baby, i really am busy with practice tomorrow." your boyfriend, sunghoon, says in genuine sorry. it was the fifth time you have asked him to meet your parents, who also by the way was so desperate to meet the boy you've been dating for seven months now.

every time you ask him, he's always busy. either with practice, a project, a family matter, or whatever excuse he can come up with. but you always brush it off, knowing he means well and he really is busy as he's an athlete student.

"i'll meet them next week, okay? i promise." that's also the same thing he says everytime too, and once again, you only nod in response.

you and sunghoon met in a physics class. he was clutching his head with a frown on his face as he desperately tried to understand what the professor was going on about.

you remember clearly the way he approached you in the library, a physics book on his left hand as his right scratched his nape. "can.. i noticed- uh, can you help me with this topic?"

that was where your relationship started. you tutored him and helped him improve his grade. when he got an A on the finals, he kissed you on the lips in glee. he was taken aback by his own actions but nevertheless asked you out after.

"i love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your temple. "let me get something from my room." you hum in response as he takes his arm that was previously wrapped around you before going up to his room.

you can't help but notice the way his phone was blowing up from beside you.

you weren't the type to snoop around other people's phones, especially your boyfriend. it just felt wrong, you trusted him fully. but the way it kept ringing with text notifications, you just couldn't help it.

looking back to the stairs, you note he isn't back and there was still rummaging noises from his room.

taking his phone, you enter his passcode and read the messages from one of his group chats.

JONGSU

lol don't tell me she asked again.. em ba rrah sing

DAEHYUN

hahah when is she gonna take a hint?? 💀

JOON

you gonna blame her? hoon's been at it for months lmao

DAEHYUN

i actually can't believe he went that far, wasn't it only supposed to be for a month? 🗿

JONGSU

a week actually, but ig that bitch y/n was so easy. yk hoon likes to get his ego fed 💀💀

putting the phone down, you exhaled in disbelief. you took your bag from the floor and threw it over your shoulder and went to the door of his apartment to put your shoes back on.

"baby?" sunghoon emerged from the stairs, looking at you curiously. "you're going already?" he asked, extending an arm towards you but you slapped it away. the tears on your eyes shocking him.

"hey, hey what's wrong?" he tried again but his hand was yet again slapped away.

"i don't want to see you ever again." was the last words you uttered to him (shakily) before leaving his apartment.

[lesbiansfor-blackbeard]

because wymack is the one you call when you're just lost and you don't know what else to do

we know neil calls from the airport but he also calls from the mall, when teammates have dragged him out after andrew has graduated and there are too many people and he just wants to go home

kevin calls many times his first year out of school, alone, standing in the liquor aisle of the grocery store and just needing to hear that he still matters

seth would have called after he found out his wife was pregnant and he runs out the door. he calls wymack from his car in some parking lot and gets an earful and a game plan

maybe jean calls when he can't get a hold of kevin and hes spiraling. wymack doesn't let him hang up until jeremy is sitting next to jean and wymack has found kevin

dan calls after her aunt shows up. she has a spine she built herself, and wymack reminds of her of that. he reminds her that yes, she has a soft spot and wants to help, but that he wouldn't have made her captain if he didn't have faith in her ability to stand up for the foxes. and he reminds her that she is a fox as well.

renee just calls to talk. she calls because she worries about wymack as he gets older. she calls after her mom passes away. she calls just to keep in touch.

allison rarely calls. she sees him on holidays and misses him but she finds it hard to keep in touch. one morning a scandal breaks: a gossip site has found allison with her girlfriend. it's too soon, she didn't want everyone to know. and that's the face she puts on publicly, but the morning it breaks she calls wymack just to sit, and to remember the family she was and is a part of that will always have her back

andrew calls because he misses wymack but her never admits it. like neil, wymack was the first man who let him be safe, who listened as he crashed through his meds and let him be himself one night a week and believed in him. andrew calls to say nothing, but that's okay because wymack doesn't know what to say either.

it takes aaron a while to call. he liked wymack, sure, but he always knew his brother was the first choice. it's actually wymack that calls first after aaron graduates medical school with a "congratulations" and an "I knew you could do it" aaron starts sending pictures and videos of his daughters and he even tries to get the original foxes organized for a meet up once a year

nicky calls just to say hi, much like renee. but many years after they've all graduated he calls, and thanks wymack for gluing his family together when he was coming apart at the seams to keep his cousins from drifting.

matt calls after his first kid is born. "I don't want to be like my father" and wymack is a little taken aback because he has a hard time seeing how matt and his father are even related and eventually matt says "I want to be you." and wymacks heart heals a little when he hears that because he is so unlike his own father that one of his foxes wants to be like him

this got a little off topic but I love post-uni foxes

[camerahaterlittle]

Jealousy Jealousy | Lucy Bronze

Summary: Lucy feels something she shouldn't after she first held you and had to give you back to Millie

Warnings: Bad writing grammer and honestly I think that's it if not do tell me so I can adjust this a bit oh this is pretty short since this was supposed to be a small headcanon but I turned it into a mini fic

Notes: if you've requested something i promise I'm gonna get to it but I'm being destroyed by uni work so I have to post finished drafts also apart of the Squish universe but can be read alone

When Lucy got the call from Millie that she was going to the hospital because her water broke, she never left the training grounds so quickly in her entire time of playing professionally she was in her car faster than anyone could possibly blink.

She broke a few traffic laws just to get to the hospital, ignoring the honks from other people on the streets as she sped down there all the way to the hospital.

Lucy ran inside, walking up to the counter and looking at the worker in front of her she took a few deep breaths before speaking her arms, resting on the counter. "Millie Bright, I'm here to see Millie." Her words came out at a rapid pace. The worker only stared at her sighing. "Only family of the patient can be let into the labor room." The worker stated as she looked back at her computer screen starting to type up a storm once again.

The English woman sighed, sitting down in the waiting room, not wanting to argue or lie about who she was to her friend, so she waited and waited up until it was well into the night the workers at the hospital now overly tired Lucy waited for her chance to bolt down the hallway looking around for a moment before she ran hoping to find Millie's room without a problem.

"Ma'am! Stop you can't-." Lucy ignored the calls from one of the doctors not stopping for a moment until she reached the labor part of the hospital at least that's what the sign she passed said.

She finally stopped running, her breathing ragged as she looked around, trying to find some inductor on where her teammate was she pulled out her phone, texting Millie, hoping she wasn't asleep just yet asking her what her room number was.

It didn't take long for the fellow defender to respond texting her back with a simple "my room number is 125" not really questioning why Lucy was asking her this question at all.

Lucy rubbed her forehead as she looked at all the numbers on the doors, finally finding the one Millie was in entering the room immediately shutting the door behind her as she made her way to sit next to Millie groaning as she sat down in the uncomfortable hospital chair her and the fellow English woman falling into an eqsy conversation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You didn't make your appearance until the early hours of the morning, Lucy being 95% sure that Millie messed up something in her hand when she was in the process of pushing you out of her body.

The cries subsided as you were cleaned off and handed to Millie being placed on her chest immediately calming down when you made contact with your mother's skin the new found mother smiling as she let out a sigh of relief much like Lucy did as Millie finally released her hand.

Lucy didn't get to hold you until it was well into the night, and you started crying for an unknown reason at the time (she soon realized it was because you were rudely awoken by the people outside of the room) your aunt immediately walking over to your little crib next to your mom's hospital bed picking you up shushing you as she lightly bounced holding you close to her.

She walked over to the bed/couch she was lying on, sitting down singing a random lullaby that she remembered off the top of her head almost immediately. You stopped crying, sniffling as you settled down in her arms, liking the slightly rumble in her chest from the singing.

"I've got you bubs, your aunt Luce is here." She whispered in your ear, looking down at you as she pressed the most gentle kiss to the top of your head seeing that you were almost out like a light.

Lucy smiled softly when she looked down at you after singing another random lullaby. Seeing that you were back asleep, she glanced over at Millie to make sure she was still asleep, thankful to see that she was still, in fact, knocked out she most definitely needed all the rest she could get after having you.

She ended up staying up for the rest of the night watching over you as you slept peacefully on her without stirring once Millie eventually woke up immediately looking over at your crib when she didn't see you there she started to panic as she looked over at Lucy ready to wake her up but she was silenced when she saw you and Lucy together just laying there.

"Luce, you could've woke me up. i would've stayed with her." Millie spoke suddenly, feeling guilty that her teammate had to say up half the night with you just so you could sleep peacefully.

"No, you needed sleep, and I just wanted to hold her for a bit." She said her words were coming out as a soft whisper, so she didn't wake you up.

Millie was somewhat shocked by her words and the care by which she was holding you in her arms. The sight to her was the best she knew right then, and there that she wouldn't ever have to be alone when it came to you, not when Lucy was there willing to lose sleep for you like this.

You finally stirred, starting to cry once more. Your mother opened her arms, Lucy slowly getting up and walking over towards the bed, handing you to Millie, then sitting back down watching as you latched onto her immediately, getting what you wanted.

Lucy felt an odd feeling as she watched this happen in front of her one that she wasn't used to feeling at all she knew exactly what this feeling was, but she didn't know why exactly she felt this way as she watched you with Millie.

She tried thinking of every possibility of why she was feeling jealous over the scene, but she was still clueless on why she felt like this it was unknown to her in the moment all she knew was she was jealous and that was a fact.

[yosuk-e]

may i light your cigarette? ft. suna rintaro

in which you share a cig with uni!suna, who's wants you just as much as you do him.

content warning: swearing, smoking (duh), some suggestiveness

wc: 687

a/n: i've had a pending request for a suna fic for a little bit and i still don't know if this does it any justice... can't say i loved this one very much but i certainly hope you guys do !! listening to this while reading is highly recommended !

you and suna rintaro aren't regular talkers. not outside of the interactions made in the hallways in between lectures, certainly not outside of the shy glances you throw at him every now and then in between the conversations you have with the miya brothers, when he's standing beside them. in fact, suna rintaro himself isn't a talker in general, seemingly more expressive with his thoughts than with his mouth.

and yet, you feel it in the way that he glares at you (he knows you know), the way suna hovers over you when you're both waiting at the bus stop (you're irresistible), the way he breathes the scent of your overly sweet perfume (he can't stand it), the way he's all around you (but he can't seem to escape you).

another one of your busy days finally comes to a close, your legs are sore from walking, one class to another. damn this campus, you think to yourself, as you make your way down the lonely street. 7:58PM. shit, you might just barely make it on time to the bus. a quick look around you assures you that nobody's about to see your rushed, silly run, as you pace towards the bus stop in hopes of making it in time at least by a minute. please, please, please make it there on time, you scurry over past the street as quickly as your tired legs can take you.

your hopes are met with misfortune, as the moment you get to your destination the bus has already made it's way to the next stop. just my damn luck, you curse under your breath.

what you don't expect, though, is that your hopes are also met with the 6'2, brunette hunk of a volleyball player that loomed over you, a cigarette nestled in between his two fingers, relaxing into it. his lungs expanded as he took a deep breath from it, exhaling an equally long puff of smoke which formed patterns in the soft wind that swept the smoke your way. the smell of tobacco invaded your nostrils, almost pulling you into him. "hey." his greeting startles you, sudden in his undisturbed voice and unbothered mannerisms. "c'mon, i don't bite." he chuckled in his smoky voice.

you hadn't made eye contact with him up until now, and it's as though almost immediately his eyes had pulled you into a trance. he wasn't glaring, perse. just observing... intrusively. unapologetically. you gulp, making the choice to respond after what felt like an awkwardly long silence, "hey... sunarin."

the pressure under which he inadvertently put you was too intense to bear, prompting you to wonder whether he had felt it too. "you smoke?"

truthfully, you hadn't smoked very often. something about suna asking you made you want to change that, "every now and then."

suna stepped towards you as he rummaged his pocket for a lighter and a sobranie gold, "c'mere. all i got right now."

reluctantly, your hand pulls to grab the cigarette, and he almost instinctively motions to light it for you once it's at your mouth, the end burning up in contact with his lighter.

you share a beat of silence, longingly staring onto the now-wet, puddled road. the rain that had started just about a moment ago began to grow in intensity.

"do you do this for every girl you meet?"

"do you flash your pretty eyes at every guy you see?" immediately, your head whips around to see a smirk that's formed on his face. "think i can't tell?"

suna takes another step, closing the space in between you two as he leans down to shamelessly blow a puff of smoke into your face. "you know," he licks his lips, "you're really bad at hiding it."

your heart's racing because you know he's right- but damn is it hard to admit, especially when you've got suna rintaro, resident heartthrob standing only a few inches from you.

"suna..." his index finger moves to raise your chin, making the unbearable eye contact unavoidable. "if y'got something to say, say it, pretty. you know you can't hide from me."

a/n: a little cliffhanger (kind of?) there at the end :3 hope you liked it! i struggled a bit with this one, and kind of scrapped half of it at some point. i dooooo kind of wanna continue it but i'm not sure yet. let me know if you want more of this suna?

[pretty-little-mind33]

Hello! 😊 I absolutely love your latest Pietro headcanons. 💙 Only if think if it’s no trouble, (and because I love sharing thoughts with you about it) what would you think about headcanons of Tony Stark’s daughter being in a relationship with Pietro? It’s completely up to you. Have a good one and take care! 👋

~ hi! i can def write some headcanons! it helps with my writers block 💕 plus i adore stark!reader hehe! hope you enjoy! ~

• as Tony Stark's daughter, you choose your boyfriend's very carefully. they have to be a certain way to appease your dad lmao (and you have high standards)

• Pietro Maximoff starts off as the exact opposite of the boys you would usually date. you know he's the last boy your father would approve of so you keep your feelings hidden, eventually convincing yourself they're feelings of hate.

• Pietro knows he should hate you. you're Tony Stark's daughter. he pretends he does, enjoying the little game you both have, but in reality he knows he doesn't (mostly because Wanda very quickly knocked some sense into him haha)

• you both bicker and banter. Pietro constantly sets little pranks for you. harmless ones that only annoy you.

• Tony notices the exchanges very quickly and he knows exactly what's happening even before you do!

• he doesn't approve of Pietro but he wants to understand. so one day he corners Pietro and demands he explain why he's all over you.

• at this point, Pietro's hatred for Tony has dwindled, and he's not intimidated by him. he'll tell him plain and simple: "I'm in love with your daughter."

• Tony will be a little taken aback by his boldness but will smirk and let him go with a warning to be careful around you. you don't look it but you're fragile.

• one night, at an Avengers party, everything changes.

• you brought a boy from your uni class and Pietro is fuming. he can see that boy doesn't treat you right; he doesn't dance with you when you ask, or hold your drink, or tell you how beautiful you look. Pietro is angry you've chosen that over him.

• so he'll excuse himself from his conversation with Clint and invite you to dance. right in front of your date.

• you're a little shocked but you'll take any escape at this point so you take Pietro's arm and he leads you to where some guests are dancing. it's not a slow dance but Pietro keeps himself close, asking why you would date someone so pathetic.

• his tone is harsh and you're conflicted. he's also so close you can barley breathe, let alone think. butterflies erupt in your stomach.

• you bite back a snarky answer, which causes Pietro to chuckle and he leans in, his lips near your ear.

• "You don't really think that, do you, Princezna (Princess)."

• one thing leads to another and you end up in the hallway, kissing Pietro like your life depends on it.

• for the first few months, you keep your relationship secret— or so you think.

• all the Avengers know you're dating, even your dad, because Pietro can never keep his eyes off you. he's extremely protective, especially on the field so he keeps you safe.

• Tony waits for you to tell him. he can see that Pietro is good to you, so he doesn't want to risk your unhappiness by messing this up. he loves you more than he loves his pride!

• eventually, you do tell your dad and he's just smirking because he already knows.

• once Tony is on board, you and Pietro date publicly. you're like a power couple!

• you still bicker and banter, but now lovingly. you move into the same room in the tower, much to Tony's dismay, but you're an adult he can't stop you.

• Pietro likes being around you. he loves taking walks and holding your hand, or just sitting and lounging around next to each other. he usually has a hard time being still, but he really tries with you!

• you're like peas in a pod 🥺

• a very unlikely couple, but you work perfectly! and you're good teammates too! you like training together!

[elllisaaa]

i saw that you said you like writing "bf!thoughts" so i was wondering if you could make one abt jeonghan ??? 🤭

BF!JEONGHAN who can be a little menace when he wants to because it's in his nature, but everyone can see the very obvious soft spot he has for you.

from the outside, the way jeonghan is always teasing you and the way you're always getting back at him can seem a little strange, but all your friends know that it's only your way to communicate. in public, jeonghan is not very touchy even if he always stays close to you and that you never leaves his sight. but in private, he's so affectionate that it's hard to think that it's the same man. and it's only because he feels so at ease, so safe with you that he allows himself to be this vulnerable. it's not rare for him to go home exhausted and fall directly in your embrace, your fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp because it's his favourite thing ever - he almost purrs like a cat every time you do that. jeonghan is a little cuddle bug that only wants to be loved once you and him are alone, and you're more than happy to provide him that. also, he's never not sleeping in your arms and when he's particularly tired, he will ask to be the little spoon.

"i just want you to hold me close tonight angel."

jeonghan loves to hear you talk about the things you're passionate about, sometimes striking up conversations about a subject you're particularly interested in just to see that little sparkle in your eyes when you explain to him some complicated biology concept he doesn't even understand. whenever you go on a rant like that, he looks at you with the softest eyes and it makes you melt every time. as i mentioned before, he's a good listener, meaning that he always knows what to say or to do to help you feel better and that he will stay there listening to you for hours if you need to get something out of your chest. usually, you do the talking, both because jeonghan loves the sound of your voice but also because he prefers to show his love through acts of service ; like doing the dishes or cleaning your apartment for you, doing the laundry or the groceries when you're caught up with work or uni. it's his own way of telling you that he loves you immensely.

"it's nothing much angel, i know you hate it when your apartment is a mess. you know you can count me, right ?"

even if you're his girlfriend, that doesn't jeonghan from teasing you. he's even more playful with you because he knows that you can get back at him and that he knows you enough to not cross any boundaries. and if that does ever happen - which is very rare - jeonghan is quick to say sorry and to remind you that you're his favourite person in the world. he also loves to be praised by you, every compliment you give to him makes a cocky smirk appear on his face. but sometimes, when you blurt out some praises out of the blue, jeonghan can't help but blush a little and stumble over his words as he tries to find a clever response. but often, his heart beats too fast for him to think straight. when he's like that, he hides his face in the crook of your neck and whines about how mean you are because he can't cope with you being so sweet.

"yah ! don't say it like that, you're gonna make me blush."

BF!JEONGHAN who doesn't stop being a menace when you take things to the bedroom, in fact he becomes a little monster.

of course this man is the master of edging, there is literally not a single day passing by without you being edged. once he starts denying your orgasms, he won't stop until you're crying and begging for him to let you cum. jeonghan loves to have control over the pleasure you get, and that extends even to when you can touch yourself or not when he's away. that is only because he loves when you're all needy and desperate for him. jeonghan is always ripping one or two orgasms away from you with either his fingers or his tongue before even giving you his cock. and when he finally does, he doesn't let you cum before he's satisfied with how much he ruined you. when jeonghan feels the need to torture you even more, he takes out the toys, forcing a vibrator against your clit until you're squirming around saying that he's too mean, and he just looks at you with a smirk on his face. the way you're repeating "thank you" over and over when he finally lets you cum over his cock is what really gets him going.

"wanna cum ? not yet angel, i want to touch you some more. you can wait for me, right ?"

jeonghan loves it when you're needy for him, think it's cute and arousing to have you so desperate for him sometimes, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it, be that through actions or words. he's totally capable of putting in only the tip of his cock because he wants to see you cry for him. and he will definitely degrade you through his words - telling you that you're pathetic when you're begging for his attention, calling you a slut when you ask to suck his cock, calling you a whore when you're whining for more as he's fucking you at the slowest pace possible. it's cute how you try to deny his words as best as you can, how you try to do anything and everything to please him and do better. but that doesn't stop jeonghan from cooing at you with a condescending tone every time, until tears gather in your eyes. though, he's a king at taking care of you after - praises, a glass of water and all the kisses you need.

"what did you say ? you want more ? you're such a slut for my cock, always so greedy for it."

he still has some more loving moments, especially when he's tired and needs to relax. when he's too exhausted to fuck you himself, jeonghan lets you get on top of him and ride his cock, his hands weakly helping you move your hips up and down. the prettiest airy moans slip from his lips every time you drop down on his dick, and he's often quick to cum, too tired to hold back - and you're happy to help him relax. jeonghan also loves to be taken care of sometimes, and when you're all over him, it both inflates his ego and turns him on. he adores when he just came home and you're already eager to drop down on your knees and take him in your mouth. he likes to be cocky about how you're the one being always needy for him, but the moment your lips or hands wrap around his shaft, his brain turns to mush and he cannot think about anything else than covering your hand in his cum, especially when he's had a long day.

"don't stop angel, you're so good at this, gonna cum all over your pretty face."

[feltit-wroteit]

Spoiled and Loved

Art Donaldson x Fem!Reader

In every way, you were the person that made the college experience that much better for Art. You, on the other end, were still struggling to find your place at Uni.

Watnings: inscure reader, lost reader, small angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has rich parents, one s3x joke

There he was. In your usual spot in the cafeteria eating a lunch that his athletic nutritionist must've assigned him to eat. God was your boyfriend beautiful... "Baby?" He called you out of your trance and you smiled at him. "Come?" He motioned for the chair in front of him with his head. You walked toward it and sat down with your lunch that was healthy but certainly not planned. "Hey!" You said. You started eating and asking how his morning practice was and he smiled throught it all. After finishing his lunch and while explaining his morning, he drew mindless doodles on your left hand with a pencil. One was a tennis racket the other a heart and another a paint brush. Once he was done, silence had fallen and Art looked up at you, stopping his drawing. "Y/N?" Art asked while looking for your gaze. "Hmm?" You answered still looking at your left hand. "Look at me." He asked and lifted your head up with the help of his palm on your jaw. You looked at him and smiled. "How was your day so far, baby?" He then asked with certainty. You sighed and went to look down again, only to feel your boyfriend rubbing your jaw and hearing him hum no. When you met his gaze again you felt it.

The need to tell him the truth.

"Art?" He nodded at your interpellation, waiting for you to continue. "I don't think I belong here." You had felt like this for a while, but your boyfriend's joy at being here made that feeling simmer down a little.

That was until yesterday.

"That's Donaldson's girlfriend, right?" A girl said behind you during your history of the arts lecture. You normally tuned these type of conversations out, but today your ears decided that it was a mighty fine time to do as they wanted. "She play any sports?" The girl, Jenny from what you heard her friend call her earlier, proceeded to ask her friend, Luna. "Not that anybody knows of. Not to his level at least." The other girl answered with a certain turn in her voice. It wasn't a nice one at that. ""But she must do something else around campus for her to be with him, right?" Jenny continued her interrogations. "The only place other than her lectures that people see her at are Donaldson's games. She just does those two things that includes school life. People have said and know that she doesn't even have a major yet. She just does classes until she finally finds something that makes her spark. It's pathetic really." Luna said and chuckled with her friend who fired back : "Why would he want to be with her? If I were Art Donaldson-" And you never heard the last of her life hacks, because your ears decided you had been tortured enough as it was. The notes you had started taking were the only ones you took for the rest of the 3 hour lecture. Well, what was one more exam failed?

You would stay in this godforsaken place until you found a stupid major to work in life with.... Why bother studying right now? Your parents paid for your acceptance at Stanford. Your life was as corrupted as that.

"What do you mean Y/n/n?" Art asked with a concerned look and rubbed his tumb over your jaw. "I don't know what I mean by that. But that's also a problem, I never know..." you tried to explain but it was still unclear to him. He only wanted to comfort you and make you feel at ease at all times, but right now he couldn't understand you. That made him mad at himself. "I don't know what I am going to major in, I don't know why I went to college in the first place and I don't know what you find in me. Before you start to argue that point, I have to tell you that I don't doubt your love, I doubt my ability of being loved right now. I am a mess Art... I can't do it anymore! The only thing I do know, is that I'm going to end up like I always feared..." You continued to elaborate on your feelings while he was listening. "Baby... I love you for who you are. I'm sure what you feared for your future isn't even that bad-" you cut him off on that and laughed while letting some tears flow. "Oh yeah, it is. I will end up as every other rich kid who doesn't amount to nothing and will live off my family's money for my whole life." You said and removed his hand from your face. You didn't feel deserving of his touch right now. "Stop." He said sternly. How could he have left this go this far? How couldn't he have seen you were feeling like this? How bad of a boyfriend was he? "Y/n, you are not messed up. You are beautiful and intelligent and you are worth more than your family's wealth. You are important. Not only to me but to a lot of people. Listen, college isn't for everyone, baby. I know it 's easier listening than believing, but please don't pull away from me." He had tears brimming his eyes now.

What did you do to deserve him?

"I love you, Art. I'm sorry for upsetting you..." You explained and held his hand that had been squeezing the edge of the table. "Don't, baby. You do not have to appologize. I should appologize for not seeing how you had been feeling. Please... talk to me about these things. I want to be there for you like you are for me." He took your hand back in his to play with it lightly. "Okay." You said and smiled softly at him. "Okay?" He asked smiling softly too while looking into your eyes. "Yeah. I'll talk to you more about my feelings, baby." You nodded and affirmed.

As you both walked to your last class of the day that you shared, the girls of your history of the arts lecture passed you. They were looking at you and art with sadness. It was then you realized what they had been doing. Only wallowing in their jealousy because:

Art had chose you. Not them.

His heart was set on you and that made them mad. Some part of you felt like you could see them. Maybe you were loved by someone like they wanted to be, but you were also envious of how these girls would be graduating in Teaching in less than two months likw you wanted to be graduating.

Everybody was jealous of somebody in this world.

"Art?" You asked while going closer to his side. "Hmm?" He had answered when wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in even closer. "I think I'm jealous of you." You confirmed while giggling. "Oh yeah? How come, y/n?" He smiled at your randomness. "You have a massive dick. I want that." You said in the most serious tone you could master in that instance. Art burst out laughing and admitted that he was jealous of you too. "How come, Art?" You copied his sentence. "Imagine being as pretty as the one and only Y/n Y/l/n under sun rays. I'll pray for that to happen one day." You looked up into his eyes and stopped walking for a second. You smiled at him and went up to kiss him on his lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, just how you prefered then to be.

"I love you, baby. Even if you are a spoiled little brat sometimes." He said and tried to cover his head before you shoved his head to the side playfully.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics that include a love confession as requested in an ask that Tumblr ate. It's actually really bothering me because it was a very specific request that I tried to do my best to find for you, anon! The ask was something like when the other blurts it out that they're in love with them. ETA: Found it here! Anyway. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

💌 always you (i should have known) by 28goldensfics / @28goldens

(T, 60k, uni)  the one where harry and louis cant stand each other and fake date to make someone jealous.

💌 Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17 / @elenaferrante

(E, 55k, friends to lovers) Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn't be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they're both still single.

💌 Falling Without Caution by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 50k, omegaverse) Louis Tomlinson, a wanted criminal, was captured by the FBI after years of chasing. What was supposed to be the end of a decade long chase turned into a morally grey circumstance for Agent Styles.

💌 Looking Through You by @allwaswell16

(E, 41k, friends to lovers) Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends.

💌 Give Me A Try by rainbow_kings

(E, 28k, roommates) AU where Harry is absolutely, hopelessly in love with his best friend, Louis. But Louis is dating somebody else. It takes them a while to figure it all out.

💌 'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(NR, 26k, omegaverse) When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. 

💌 the evenness i fake by @shimmeringevil

(E, 26k, omegaverse) Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon.

💌 what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(E, 22k, fwb) A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for.

💌 Give it All by mirilik / @louis-arssets

(NR, 18k, uni) Somehow things get complicated when Louis starts dating Nick and Harry realises that he might have some feelings for his mate which are very not appropriate for a best friend.

💌 Neptune by Pumpkinspice_Lou / @c-e-d-dreamer

(G, 14k, high school) Harry has always been in love with his best friend Louis, but when new student and goal keeper Zayn starts getting close with Louis, Harry can't help but assume the worst.

💌 a flicker of hope that i wanna keep (please don’t leave) by localopa / @voulezloux

(M, 12k, canon) harry is in love with louis, and he had thought louis felt the same until he accidentally left his journal in harry’s home. he knows he shouldn’t have read it, especially when it only proved to be a reality check he didn’t want.

💌 Always Yours by heartbreakwthr

(E, 8k, roommates) Prompt 89: Jealous and Possessive Harry when someone new arrives in their group and has a crush on Louis.

💌 Sex Drunk Suckerpunch by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 7k, sugar baby) Sugar Baby Louis did what any sugar baby should avoid doing but (clichely) end up doing anyways, that is, failing for his sugar mama.

💌 Fall With You by pointerbrother / @pointerbrotherblog

(E, 6k, canon) Harry and Louis are stuck in a hotel suite together watching the Euros 2020 final because they tested positive for Covid, and Louis is quite caught up in the game. Meanwhile, Harry is caught up in Louis.

💌 Just Another Ordinary Day by orphan_account

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Omega Louis finds out his best friend (who he may or may not be in love with) Harry, an Alpha, might have found someone he wants to mate with. Jealous and tired of dealing with it all, he confronts Harry and demands to know who it is. 

💌 Anything He Can Do by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(G, 3k, friends to lovers) the one where Louis is in love with Harry and can't help but be mad at Harry's upcoming date. Until he finds out who Harry is actually planning on taking out.

💌 don't call me baby by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(G, 2k, friends to lovers) A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.

- Rare Pairs -

💌 I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 122k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick and Louis don't like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.

[devil-in-hiding]

'm back again... hello..

I think Soap tried to fuck around during the time you've been distant. Maybe 'cause you were in uni, becoming a nurse, or worse a doctor so years passed by where he would only see you during the holidays because your family and his do it all together.

Or some of the city's festivals maybe.

I can see him so frustrated over it. Tries to find you, charm your mom into giving him your adress, you know just to say hi to his childhood friend. Find your number quickly enough thanks to his job in the military, he knows people.

And even then, when he finds a pretty thing looking like you, a similar body, a similar voice, or that glint in your eyes they almost possess too, their tears are never the same. Never enough. Their whiny voice isn't either t's not right. And he can't get hard.

Or if he does, idolatrous images of you in mind that make his thighs quiver and hands rough, once they start sobbing after a hard slap on their face or their weeping sex - he deflates like a balloon.

And he hates you all the more for it.

You'll have to make up for this of course, and the first time you two go at it little rabbits, he'll groan into your ears, spit it all for you - his rage, the frustration, the fact he can never be satiated if his not buried into you to hilt. It's all your fault, so you have to make him cum, yeah? Have to take it like a big girl, give him your tears and keep his cum warm.

He's fucking pathetic about you, demented, and you'll wake up the next morning, dry cum on your face almost hidind with the marks of his fingers on your cheeks.

- 🎀 anon

i need his demented ass so fucking bad oh my god

my brain is literally fried

i can’t even

[mxstellatayte]

okay this is so vague but a something for lewis based off the song pretty please by dutch melrose ?

I LOVE DUTCH MELROSE OMG I ABSOLUTELY CAN. also this one is dedicated my simply simply lovely bestie and horny ride-or-die (not like that) pookie @vivi-81 who has recently converted to being a lewis hoe <3 love you bestie

this fic is multiple chapters because i couldn't help myself! writing this dynamic is really really fun and i'm going to do my best to finish the fic by 15 september, but here is a teaser of the first chapter and the release schedule/masterlist!

this fic spans literal years. prepare yourselves yall because you're in for a WILD ride lol

teaser (this post): 4 september chapter 1: 8 september (🌻/🥀) chapter 2: 22 september (🌻/🪷) chapter 3: 8 november (🌻/🪷)

teaser below the cut!

the conversation continues easily as the two of you finish your breakfast, then, as you begin to prepare yourself to stand and leave, he stops you. "actually, there's one last thing i wanted to do before we went on camera."

your head tilts in confusion as you set your signature lipstick back in your bag, a deep red balm that you've used since you started working at vogue. it's become your trademark product, and almost everyone in the office knows exactly which one you use. "do i need to be worried, lewis?"

"no, not at all! it's this," he says, and your eyebrows rise in complete and utter shock when he pulls out a small box wrapped in white paper and a crimson bow wrapped around it all. "i wanted to get you a gift as a way of saying thank you for all the curveball questions you've thrown at me this year." your hands shake as you take the box from him, and you already know exactly which brand it is. cartier. sure, you've written pieces about their timeless looks and elegant aesthetics, and owning a piece of their jewelry has always been a dream of yours, but it's always been just that: a dream.

"lewis, i can't accept this. i- i'm honestly at a loss for words. seriously, no." you can't help but flush at how he's looking at you, those annoyingly beautiful eyes of his and the stupidly perfect crow's feet that only show up when he really smiles- when he smiles the way he is now. gods, amelia was right. you really are down bad for the driver.

"please, just open it up. if you don't like it, i'll take it back and you can choose something you prefer." he nudges the box towards you once more, and the crisp wax seal that sits on top of the paper is incredibly enticing.

"are you serious?" a part of you wants to think that this is some sick joke, that there's cameras on you and it's all going up on one of those prank channels on youtube. a much, much bigger part of you believes lewis, though. that is the part of you that takes the box between your shaking hands, carefully pops open the wax seal, nimbly unties the beautiful ribbon, and gently unfolds the pure white paper. when you finally open the box, you gasp, tears threatening to well in your eyes. "lewis..."

"do you like it?" his voice sounds anxious and hopeful, and you can't help but realize how much thought he'd put into this gift. when you'd invited him into your office to review some photos that were to go into an article in the next vogue issue a few months prior, he'd seen the vision board on your wall and asked about it. bashfully, you had explained to him that it was a silly idea you had when you graduated from uni with your friends- each of you made one, cutting and pasting photos from pinterest, magazines, newspapers, and anything you could find, assembling your dreams in a mishmash of colors and ideas. one of your dreams on the board had been to own this exact necklace- the cartier juste un clou necklace in white gold. the fourteen diamonds set in the precious metal glitter back at you, and you can't help but smile.

"i love it, lewis. thank you so much." he visibly relaxes, his shoulders loosening and the crease between his eyebrows disappearing.

"i'm glad. here, turn around. let me put it on you?" you happily oblige, lifting your hair out of the way after you stand so that he can fasten the delicate clasp over your spine.

it's safe to say that both his and your fans noticed the necklace hanging between your collarbones, sitting just below the star necklace you wear daily on top of your dark grey high-collared shirt. you try your best not to look at the comments on the videos of your interviews, but amelia had shown you one that day after the unedited interview went up online.

"are they dating or something? i can't get over how lewis looks at her."

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[bumpen-underbeds]

Look, I said I have hybrid thoughts, and I meant it, so here's one about a needy dog hybrid and how he needs to have you.

He was a rescue, a hybrid stray you picked up along the way, high school, uni and now while you work, a constant companion and friend, a piece of your life that you held dear, running your hands through is wavy brown hair, scratching behind his ears and helping him make room for his tail in every new pair of pants you buy him.

If someone were to ask you, you'd laugh and say you loved him, he is your shadow and your dear friend, something you can't be without after so long together, someone you had grown attached to like a baby blanket or favourite stuffed toy. But he is also what you don't say, a warm body in your bed, a whining and huffing shadow in the laundry when he thinks you can't see, he is someone you let run away with your heart.

If anyone had the mind to ask him, he would call it something like love, but it was probably closer to desperation and longing. A deep-seated need for closeness, a longing gaze that follows you through every day, night and moment that you linger in his gaze. You are his greatest friend, his saviour and his unknowing mate, the one he tugs against his chest as night falls, the person he acts like he doesn't see or smell as he whines and pants into the dirty clothes he huffs and licks at in the dark of the night.

The lingering touches, casual points of contact that breed a certain kind of reaction in someone like him, it's not your intention to let this endless need fester as it has and yet when it's just the two of us pressed close together on the way home or sitting Idle across from him in the late day sun, you can't help but touch him. Hands held to avoid getting separated in the crushing wall of people returning home, pushing hair out of his face because you swore half a conversation is spent flicking it out of his eyes, as to not lose a moment with you, he always claimed big, soft eyes peering at you from under his fringe as his tail wags endlessly behind him.

Its less of a struggle than people thing to take his hand and start dragging him into your shitty bathroom to make him shower and clean up for once, even if that means you lose a shirt or some underwear somewhere down the line.

But this time you don't know if it was you or him that started this, you took his hand and dragged him away, and yes you were the one who ignored the hazy look on his face when you manhandled him into the bathroom to lose the soggy layers that he had gained after a little trip through the rain. Yet it was his arms that wrapped around you as you reached for a clean towel, and it was his face that was buried in your hair, not a moment later.

It's not the first time you have found yourself wrapped up in his arms, but this is the first time cold hands have snaked their way under your shirt, one spread across your ribs and the other stroking the hidden hem of your underwear. The tips of his fingers warming as they worm under your pants and press against the thin material of your underwear.

"Puppy..."

"I'm. I'm allowed to touch? To..." the hand on your ribs slides higher, cold fingers finding more warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that trail down your neck before laying his head against your shoulder. "Please. Please tell me I-" his hand that sat on your hips lower, dragging "-have been good enough for this," it's a simple affirmation, to weave your fingers into his curls and pull.

"Ne-Need to hear it. Please,"

"Yeah, puppy... You have," his hands are quick to pull at the bottom of your shirt, without the barrier, his mouth is quick to resume laying open-mouthed kisses across the newly exposed skin. The hand that was lingering against your hips ventures lower, dragging across the dip between your thigh and hip.

"So good. S-So soft," a shuddering sigh is all the warning given, before soft hands pull your hips back against him, what a sight we must seem. Your precious puppy, hunched over your back, pinning you against the sink, hips grinding against your ass, hands tangled in his hair pulling when his mouth finds the sensitive patch of skin on your neck and the air filled with slick sounds from his lips and pants, air being moved by the vent in the roof and his tail wagging side to side endlessly.

If anyone had the mind to ask either of you, the two of you would call it something like home, something warm, even as the bathroom tiles chill your knees and make every sound echo.

It's something like love.

[hitmeharderandsofter]

Hi! Pls could u write a Billie fic where reader is at uni and all her deadlines are hitting at once so she’s super overwhelmed and stressed and Bills just takes care of her? Like makes her favourite food and helps her organise herself etc?

hi anon!!! I'm so sorry that this fic took me forever to do but schools lowk been fucking me over so bad and I recently had surgery done but I'm glad to be back!

overwhelmed

I don't think this needs any warnings besides like really bad writing, a bad ending 💔, THIS SHIT BEING SHORT AS FUCK and girlfriends being girlfriends (I LOVE WLW RAHH)

"baby it's been hours"

"I know billie but it's just all this work is due tomorrow-"

"hey, you're gonna stress yourself out even further if you keep burying yourself under all this work. take a break with me and let me take care of you for a bit.."

you finally look at your girlfriend after having your eyes glued to your paper-littered desk and a small nod comes from you before billie immediately pulls you in for a hug

"I promise you'll get through all this work, but you can't burn yourself out.."

after a little more convincing, she pulls you from your desk and takes you downstairs to the kitchen

"have you eaten anything yet my love?"

"no.. I've been studying all day, I really have to turn this paper in-"

suddenly, a plate of food lands in front of you

"I got food from our favorite vegan place today, I tried knocking on your door but I don't think you heard me..."

billie sits down next to you and waits for you to take a bite

"billie you really didn't have to get me food.."

"if I didn't, you would've gone the whole day without eating and I can't just let that happen.."

a small frown forms on her face once that sentence leaves her mouth

"I'm worried about my girl and she deserves to be treated right.."

you take a bite of the food and quickly finish eating, you hadn't noticed how hungry you've gotten over time since you started studying

billie watches as you finish the food she had bought for you, she places your plate in the sink

"c'mon let's get your hair out of your face"

she guides you into her room and sits you down on her bed before pulling out a hairbrush.

"let me know if it hurts.."

you nod and let billie brush through your hair. after some brushes, you didn't notice how knotted your hair had gotten.

you must've fallen asleep while doing your work and didn't bother to fix it when you woke up, snapping right back into finishing your essays and other papers your teachers had given you.

"feel good?"

"mhm... thank you bills.."

billie eventually ties your hair up and let's you fall against the pillows

"someone's tired aren't they?"

a small yawn escapes your mouth

"just a little bit, I could use a nap.."

billie smiles and pulls the covers over the both of you

"I'll be right here when you wake up.. and maybe I can help you with some of your work"

"that would be really nice billie.."

"I'm always here for you love I promise... just don't forget to take care of yourself.."

you give billie one final nod before quickly falling asleep.

she's really everything you could ever ask for..

---------------------------------------------------

hi loves! it's mari and as I said in the beginning, I'm glad to be back! I honestly relate to this ask because I've had so much school work pile on top of me and it's becoming so much to take care of 😓 with that, I'm on break from school and should have another fic coming out for you guys soon!

- with love, mari ♡

[fraserbraw]

a day in the life <3

poly141, 141 x reader, no y/n, tooth rotting fluff

the kinds of kisses/affection that reader receives during the day from their 141 boys 😁

price

in passing, especially on the top of the head. adores seeing you flustered when you didn't see him approach you

slow, romantic kisses after a long day. finds you on his office couch or in the little kitchenette, wraps his arms around your waist, and lets all the stresses or problems of the day wash off as his lips meet yours

on the knuckles like a true gentleman. asks you anywhere with a kiss on the hand. bar? kiss. date night? kiss. the fucking gym? guess what? kiss.

on the face to wake you up in the mornings. you look so warm and snuggly, love, but it's time to get up <3 (often followed by a cup of tea/coffee)

kisses your inner thighs to soothe beard burn. he's so sorry, but you look so pretty when he has you in his mouth.

simon

until you've been a thing for a long time, and I mean a long time, he won't kiss you

that's not to say he won't show affection, though. one of his absolute favorite things is to bonk your forehead with his through the mask

sure, it can hurt either one of you just a bit, but it lets you know that he loves you

when he finally does kiss you, it's on the forehead or back of the hand. it takes him a long time to actually kiss your lips

loves kissing your neck and vice versa. seeing you walk around with poorly covered hickeys (because he can't make it easy for you, people have to know that you belong to someone) gets him going

also likes it when you leave your own marks on his neck. no one can see them because of that balaclava, but he knows they're there

johnny

kisses you the fastest out of all the boys

starts with the cheek, then the forehead, then the lips, then any inch of skin you bless him with

all of you is just so perfect, how can he pick one single favorite spot?

leaves little bites and marks everywhere he can

would devour you if he could

genuinely cherishes your slow and romantic make outs. yeah, he loves when they lead to something else, but feeling the passion in your kisses as your lips and tongues dance together? that's a feeling unmatched, bonnie.

this man has such an oral fixation. let him suck on your fingers.

kyle

once he saw johnny going at you, he couldn't help but follow suit

he's a weak man, hun, you've got to cut him some slack

loves kissing your nose. close enough to your mouth to be a little more intimate than the forehead, and he gets to see basically your whole face

kisses your hips like they're drugs. sex or not, he's between your legs kissing your hips and belly. so what if you're wearing clothes? let him move them for you.

adores little touches

tracing patterns on skin, kissing freckles/scars, moving strands of hair away from your face. he doesn't care; as long as he's touching you

it's the monthly post!! i wish i could have written more, but alas, the bastards at uni gave me the flu. i'm back now, though, and consuming content like a bear before hibernation.

(yk... that might be a good fit idea.)

thank you for reading, lovelies <333333