#embrace the cringe and do what you enjoy

[softness-and-shattering]

I do not care if you made it in a fucking day. That doesnt entice me to click, it pisses me off. "Look how abled and also likely rushed and careless I am isnt that impressive?" No. It would be impressive if you dedicated yourself to doing something properly over whatever time it required and you had capacity to pay attention to details and make something well-designed and well-made to the best of your taste and ability. It would be impressive if you took your time to learn and practice your craft like you actually cared. It would be good if you were realistic about the time taken to do things instead of either discouraging those who can't or don't work to speed, or encouraging people to be hasty with their work.

I would watch you take a year to make something spectacular over rushed crap that only looks finished and you had to skip multiple steps twice a week.

If you were just sharing the time it took thats fine. But as clickbait? Im actively angry and Im not gonna watch your video now. Fuck hustle grind whatever culture. Look after your damn self and take pride in what you do.

[burntoutdaydreamer]

Things That May Be Causing Your Writer's Block- and How to Beat Them

I don't like the term 'Writer's Block' - not because it isn't real, but because the term is so vague that it's useless. Hundreds of issues all get lumped together under this one umbrella, making writer's block seem like this all-powerful boogeyman that's impossible to beat. Worse yet, it leaves people giving and receiving advice that is completely ineffective because people often don't realize they're talking about entirely different issues.

In my experience, the key to beating writer's block is figuring out what the block even is, so I put together a list of Actual Reasons why you may be struggling to write:

(note that any case of writer's block is usually a mix of two or more)

Perfectionism (most common)

What it looks like:

You write one sentence and spend the next hour googling "synonyms for ___"

Write. Erase. Write. Rewrite. Erase.

Should I even start writing this scene when I haven't figured out this one specific detail yet?

I hate everything I write

Cringing while writing

My first draft must be perfect, or else I'm a terrible writer

Things that can help:

Give yourself permission to suck

Keep in mind that nothing you write is going to be perfect, especially your first draft

Think of writing your first/early drafts not as writing, but sketching out a loose foundation to build upon later

People write multiple drafts for a reason: write now, edit later

Stop googling synonyms and save that for editing

Write with a pen to reduce temptation to erase

Embrace leaving blank spaces in your writing when you can't think of the right word, name, or detail

It's okay if your writing sucks. We all suck at some point. Embrace the growth mindset, and focus on getting words on a page

Lack of inspiration (easiest to fix)

What it looks like:

Head empty, no ideas

What do I even write about???

I don't have a plot, I just have an image

Want to write but no story to write

Things that can help:

Google writing prompts

If writing prompts aren't your thing, instead try thinking about what kind of tropes/genres/story elements you would like to try out

Instead of thinking about the story you would like to write, think about the story you would like to read, and write that

It's okay if you don't have a fully fleshed out story idea. Even if it's just an image or a line of dialogue, it's okay to write that. A story may or may not come out of it, but at least you got the creative juices flowing

Stop writing. Step away from your desk and let yourself naturally get inspired. Go for a walk, read a book, travel, play video games, research history, etc. Don't force ideas, but do open up your mind to them

If you're like me, world-building may come more naturally than plotting. Design the world first and let the story come later

Boredom/Understimulation (lost the flow)

What it looks like:

I know I should be writing but uugggghhhh I just can'tttttt

Writing words feels like pulling teeth

I started writing, but then I got bored/distracted

I enjoy the idea of writing, but the actual process makes me want to throw my laptop out the window

Things that can help:

Introduce stimulation: snacks, beverages, gum, music such as lo-fi, blankets, decorate your writing space, get a clickity-clackity keyboard, etc.

Add variety: write in a new location, try a new idea/different story for a day or so, switch up how you write (pen and paper vs. computer) or try voice recording or speech-to-text

Gamify writing: create an arbitrary challenge, such as trying to see how many words you can write in a set time and try to beat your high score

Find a writing buddy or join a writer's group

Give yourself a reward for every writing milestone, even if it's just writing a paragraph

Ask yourself whether this project you're working on is something you really want to be doing, and be honest with your answer

Intimidation/Procrastination (often related to perfectionism, but not always)

What it looks like:

I was feeling really motivated to write, but then I opened my laptop

I don't even know where to start

I love writing, but I can never seem to get started

I'll write tomorrow. I mean next week. Next month? Next month, I swear (doesn't write next month)

Can't find the time or energy

Unreasonable expectations (I should be able to write 10,000 words a day, right????)

Feeling discouraged and wondering why I'm even trying

Things that can help:

Follow the 2 min rule (or the 1 paragraph rule, which works better for me): whenever you sit down to write, tell yourself that you are only going to write for 2 minutes. If you feel like continuing once the 2 mins are up, go for it! Otherwise, stop. Force yourself to start but DO NOT force yourself to continue unless you feel like it. The more often you do this, the easier it will be to get started

Make getting started as easy as possible (i.e. minimize barriers: if getting up to get a notebook is stopping you from getting started, then write in the notes app of your phone)

Commit to a routine that will work for you. Baby steps are important here. Go with something that feels reasonable: every day, every other day, once a week, twice a week, and use cues to help you remember to start. If you chose a set time to write, just make sure that it's a time that feels natural to you- i.e. don't force yourself to writing at 9am every morning if you're not a morning person

Find a friend or a writing buddy you can trust and talk it out or share a piece of work you're proud of. Sometimes we just get a bit bogged down by criticism- either internal or external- and need a few words of encouragement

The Problem's Not You, It's Your Story (or Outline (or Process))

What it looks like:

I have no problems writing other scenes, it's just this scene

I started writing, but now I have no idea where I'm going

I don't think I'm doing this right

What's an outline?

Drowning in documents

This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. How do I get from this plot point to this one?!?!?! (this ColeyDoesThings quote lives in my head rent free cause BOY have I been there)

Things That Can Help:

Go back to the drawing board. Really try to get at the root of why a scene or story isn't working

A part of growing as a writer is learning when to kill your darlings. Sometimes you're trying to force an idea or scene that just doesn't work and you need to let it go

If you don't have an outline, write one

If you have an outline and it isn't working, rewrite it, or look up different ways to structure it

You may be trying to write as a pantser when you're really a plotter or vice versa. Experiment with different writing processes and see what feels most natural

Study story structures, starting with the three act structure. Even if you don't use them, you should know them

Check out Ellen Brock on YouTube. She's a professional novel editor who has a lot of advice on writing strategies for different types of writers

Also check out Savage Books on YouTube (another professional story editor) for advice on story structure and dialogue. Seriously, I cannot recommend this guy enough

Executive Dysfunction, Usually From ADHD/Autism

What it looks like:

Everything in boredom/understimulation

Everything in intimidation/procrastination

You have been diagnosed with and/or have symptoms of ADHD/Autism

Things that can help:

If you haven't already, seek a diagnosis or professional treatment

Hire an ADHD coach or other specialist that can help you work with your brain (I use Shimmer; feel free to DM me for a referral)

Seek out neurodiverse communities for advice and support

Try body doubling! There's lot's of free online body doubling websites out there for you to try. If social anxiety is a barrier, start out with writing streams such as katecavanaughwrites on Twitch

Be aware of any sensory barriers that may be getting in the way of you writing (such as an uncomfortable desk chair, harsh lighting, bad sounds)

And Lastly, Burnout, Depression, or Other Mental Illness

What it looks like:

You have symptoms of burnout or depression

Struggling with all things, not just writing

It's more than a lack of inspiration- the spark is just dead

Things that can help:

Forget writing for now. Focus on healing first.

Seek professional help

If you feel like it, use writing as a way to explore your feelings. It can take the form of journaling, poetry, an abstract reflection of your thoughts, narrative essays, or exploring what you're feeling through your fictional characters. The last two helped me rediscover my love of writing after I thought years of depression had killed it for good. Just don't force yourself to do so, and stop if it takes you to a darker place instead of feeling cathartic

[sheyfu]

from madrid with love, sae.

pairing. pro athlete itoshi sae x commentator reader (fem)

summary. itoshi sae’s soft launch era

warning(s). swearing // explicit language, the keyboard warriors make their appearances from time to time, oliver aiku being here is also a warning, the use of [name], the use of images that have actual ppl in it LMAO but wtv pic i put here doesnt depict reader ofc !! i'll leave it up to your imaginations to imagine how reader looks like lmao; ooc. lmk if i missed anything else !! this au has timeskips (not specified tho) so this whole au is basically like a month or two condensed into one !!

note. HI GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE I HOPE YOURE ALL DOING WELL ‼️‼️ I HOPE U ENJOY THIS CRINGE ASS POST 😭😭 reading my works means u embrace the cringe 🙏🙏 also idk anything abt spanish so !! if i f up any of the endearments // nickames // anything pls lmk !! this is so cringe im sorry gang

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shidou.ryusei if i were to choose between sae and your thighs i would choose your thighs 100%

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[youreyeson1y]

˗ˏˋ fuzzy ‎ socks and ‎ ‎ ‎ warm ‎ ‎covers ‎ ‎✶ˎˊ˗

pairing: bang chan x gn! reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw: tooth rotting domestic fluff, est. relationship + try not to cringe because love is ew :(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ note: is this all because of the selcas chan shared? yes, yes it is. (also wanted to post something before I go on hiatus cause of exams lol) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ word count: ‎ ‎0.96k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ enjoy ! ‎ ‎ bang chan masterlist.

snuggled under three layers of blankets on the couch, you felt perfectly content.

your hands absentmindedly fiddled with the empty cup in your lap, the faint warmth from your drink still clinging to it. a quiet smile played on your lips face as you watched chan throw his hands up dramatically, fully immersed in the story.

“and the host was so shocked when hyunjin started doing that move in the middle of the stage, because who knew there’s another song called sticky?”

“wait,” you cackled, already excited for the clips to emerge. “so you’re telling me that he danced to kiss of life’s sticky in the reality show? damn, can’t believe i missed that.”

chan laughs, the sound filling the room with warmth. a movie was playing on the tv, but you found your boyfriend’s endless stories more entertaining.

sitting on the plush carpet in front of you, chan was wearing a black tank top and grey sweatpants, while you had more layers on than you could count. the room became quiet for a moment, but the hairs on your arms stood up as you saw a mischievous smirk appear on chan’s face.

“no, nope,” you warned him as he stood up, a playful sparkle in his eyes, and you instinctively pull the blankets tighter around yourself. “don’t you dare, christopher bahng.”

“don’t be so mean, ” he pouts, his knees on either side of yours. “do you want your boyfriend to freeze to death out here?”

“well, there’s always the option for sweaters and jackets… or even a tshirt;” you mumble, your face growing red as your boyfriend’s nose touches yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

he gently takes the cup from your hands and places it on the centre table without breaking eye contact, putting you in a trance. as you let your guard down and lean in for a gentle kiss, you jump in your seat with a yelp as his freezing fingers touches your waist under the covers.

the cold sensation sends chills down your spine as you shiver, goosebumps covering your body.

“christopher,” you whine, finally giving a reaction as he melts into your body. “i hate you.” you shiver as he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a chilly but warm embrace as he settles under the covers.

despite yourself, you lean into his embrace instinctively.

“i love you too,” he giggles, dimples on full display, as he hugs you tighter. “and why would i need a sweater when i have you to warm me up just as fine?”

you blush, whatever resolve you had melting away.

“whatever,” chan chuckled as he saw you half heartedly roll your eyes. “i’m wearing the socks you gave me, so i guess you might as well warm up your toes too.” you looked at anything but him in an attempt to appear nonchalant.

his laugh made you feel warmer than the blankets ever could.

chan shifted, tucking himself into your side as you both shifted into a more comfortable position. his legs intertwined with yours, rubbing over your fuzzy socks. his arms wrapped around your waist, adding a comforting weight.

the room grew silent, the only sound being your steady breathing and the soft voice coming from the television.

“oy,” you nudge him after making sure he wasn't asleep. “what happens next?”

“huh? next to what?”

“i dunno. i just want to hear you yap.”

the way chan’s face immediately became red was almost comical. he tried hiding his face in the crook of your neck, making him seem more adorable.

“stop…” he whined, his demeanor changing from his usual cool charm to a fumbling mess.

“what? i just love listening to my boyfriend yap, is that a crime?”

“i mean,” his voice came out small. “i’ve been boring you with my stories all evening today. aren't you sick of hearing my voice already?”

he tried to laugh it off, but let out a shriek as you playfully swatted his arm.

“hey!” you pinched his arm for extra emphasis. “don't ever say that okay? listening to you talk is literally the favourite part of my day.”

“you're just saying that,” chan huffed, hugging you tighter in an attempt to hide his flushed face.

“no, bubba, it's true. i love hearing your voice and i love how you literally light up when you talk about something you find funny or are looking forward to.

plus, it's funny seeing you get worked up over the silliest things sometimes; like that one time jeongin told you your beanie didn't go with your outfit.”

if it was possible to fall even more in love with your boyfriend, it was in this moment, watching him completely melt at your words.

“you remember that?” he whispered. it was so endearing seeing him turn into an adorable mess in front of you.

“of course, i remember that! i remember everything you tell me. and that's cause i’m genuinely invested in all your stories.” you grin.

“you're like my personal podcast. and the best part is i get to keep you all to myself.”

chan adorably wriggled his whole body with shyness, unable to handle the attention. you laughed, reaching out to hold his hands which were covering his face.

“have i told you how much i love you today?” he finally said as he peeked from between his fingers.

“well, not enough.” you tease, and he leans in for a kiss.

he didn't need to tell you how much he loved you, because you felt it in the way the biting cold outside faded into insignificance. it wasn’t the fuzzy socks or the layers of blankets keeping you warm, but rather the undeniable warmth of his love wrapping around you.

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

a/n: sappy ending yes but it's currently 1:25AM and it's the best i can do rn rahh (also was this fic just me promoting the propaganda that chan is the biggest yapper ever (chan's room, bubble, yt live hello???) maybe. but was this 100% because i am a professional listener and could listen to him yap all day every day? yes.

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[dykephan]

i won't give up

if i may be sappy for a moment... 2024 has become one of the best years of my life completely unexpectedly, and i owe so much of that to dan and phil. i'm not the type of person who makes spontaneous decisions even if i know they would make me happy or improve my life, but something made me impulsively buy a ticket to tit and that decision was life changing. it opened up a whole world of possibilities for me; if i can drop everything and travel hours by myself via train to go see a fun show, what else can i do with my life? why have i spent so many years trapped in a fog of apathy, afraid of everything that could bring me joy? and on that note, why have i been so embarrassed by the things that make me happy?

sometimes i feel like my teenage years and early 20s were completely stolen by mental illness, but being able to earnestly enjoy something as silly as two gay british youtubers from my childhood has brought me back so much of the carefree joy from that time that i thought i'd never get to feel again. and that's not even mentioning the wonderful people i've either become friends with or gotten closer with because of dan and phil. i'm so thankful for this community because it allowed me to discover parts of myself i thought were long dead. thank you to every single one of you who have made my 2024 so memorable 🧡

anyway... in honor of embracing the cringe, i decided to close the year out with a sappy gif set inspired by those old school arial font lyric edits of the 2010s!

[created for the 2024 phandom meetup event!]

[ohimsummer]

lovey-dovey, kiss, kiss

— cult leader! suguru x puppy hybrid! reader, fluff :33, lots of kissing, clingy reader, pet names (lovely, darling, (my) angel, sleepyhead)

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it’s a little past midnight when geto finally arrives home. he didn’t mean to stay so late at the temple, but the workload is above his head at this point and he’s behind. though you might be disappointed, geto is still certain you’ll understand, if you care at all besides just getting to see him again.

he pulls out his keys, cringing at the harsh sound of the jingle which shatters the night’s silence.

“suguru?”

he can’t help but smile at the muffled call of your voice from inside, imagining the alert look on your face, and those perked puppy ears as you tilt your head at the noise. there’s a quick patter of footsteps as geto puts the keys in the lock.

“suguru! suguru, suguru, suguru!”

the gap in the door is barely an inch wide before you’re shoving your way through. geto doesn’t even have the chance to step inside before you’re in his arms, embracing him in a hug as you whine and yip excitedly in his ear.

he tightens an arm around your waist so you don’t fall—muscle memory. you tend to step on geto’s feet if he doesn’t, always so eager to hop up and kiss him everywhere as a welcome home that you don’t even realize.

your legs instinctively coil around his waist. “suguru! how’s your day been, lovely? i missed you! it got so boring here without you.”

“yeah?,” he murmurs, kicking the door closed behind him and finally returning one of the many kisses you pepper him with. it calms you and your wiggling motions if only for a moment, but the wag of your tail never stops. “i missed you too, pretty.” another short peck, this time to your lips and it has you giggling in excitement. “it’s late. have you been up waiting for me?”

“maaaybe!”, you confess immediately. it’s cute. geto knows that you know he doesn’t like you staying up all the time waiting for him to get home, but the thought doesn’t even cross your mind to lie. you’re too busy licking and kissing at his neck, nibbling here and there to smother your beloved owner in the love that’s been brewing all day.

geto whisks you away down the hall, speaking a hushed summary of his day through your barrage puppy love.

“you’re such a busy man.”, you huff at him. “you should stay home more.”

geto smiles at you. despite the downturn of your brows to give him an angry glare, your still-wagging tail gives away your genuine feelings. you would never truly be mad at him.

he places you on the bed in futile hopes that you will stay put while he goes for a shower, but geto can sense you right on his heels the moment his back turns. the smile etched on his face grows wider until his eyes are upturned into little crescent moons—of course you wouldn’t actually stay away from him for a single second. not when geto’s been gone so long already.

you ask about all the more non-work related details of today—about the girls, what he ate today (and was it good? no? you laugh at that, and it makes his heart thump in his chest), did he enjoy the sunlight? because the weather was really nice, today. (he didn’t get a chance to, and you make geto promise to do so with you next time the weather is sunny and cool out). they’re all seemingly frivolous questions at random, but geto knows you just adore hearing him talk.

with the water warming up, he begins shedding his robes. it’s like you’re both in sync, the way you strip down right next to him. geto holds out a hand to slow you, grabbing your waist to help you into the shower so you don’t slip and fall—again. the silly consequence of being too hot on his heels while following him under the steamy stream of water.

it quiets down once you’re in the shower together. he’s tired from the day’s chores, and you’re simply happy to have your dearest suguru in your arms again. geto let’s you pamper him, massaging his scalp as you knead fingers and shampoo through his long mane. he pauses washing himself for a minute, content in watching you take care of him, enjoying your delicate touch beneath the hot water. you take note immediately, because you’re always so focused on suguru and everything he does.

“you’re spoiled.” and he can only laugh at your comment, and the playful pout on your lips.

“lucky me that it’s by my darling angel, then, hm?”, suguru leans down and murmurs, sneaking a quick kiss and smiling at the adorable scrunch of your face.

“mm.” a hum in agreement. “i love you, sugu.”, you tell him once, and press a smooch to his nose. he smells of sage and sandalwood.

“i love you so much.”, suguru whispers against your adoring smile, between your lips so his words may seep into every inner inch of your body. he squeezes your hips, pulling you a bit closer to bury his nose in your neck. it tickles.

with the shower finished, geto engulfs you in a towel first, and then himself. you do your nightly routine with him (or re-do, he would say. because geto knows you do it twice sometimes, intent on never letting him do his own before-bed activities alone.)

he lets you continue tending to his hair—drying it, brushing, and then tying it up, finally slipping a silk bonnet over his head to protect the pretty treasure beneath. you finish it off with yet another kiss to his forehead. and then you drag him along by the wrist, turning back to smile at him, and geto almost trips as you tug him down onto the bed.

“alright, c’mon!”. geto watches you get situated under the plush covers, then pat his usual spot besides you. “into bed, sleepyhead, you’ve been working all day. time for some rest.”

everything about you is perfect. you’re so doting, so loving, and so eager on top of it all. suguru loves you with his whole heart, his whole soul.

he slips beneath the sheets next to you, and you’re cuddled up to his chest immediately. you apparently both have the same idea as he leans down to kiss your forehead and you lean up to kiss his chin, resulting in a sudden peck on the lips. both of you giggle like children at the interaction, before he pulls you in for another kiss on the lips.

“i love you.”, you’re telling him again, and before he can even respond, “i love you so much, sugu.”

and geto let’s you confess your love to him again and again and again—over his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, his knuckles, anywhere you can think to press a gentle kiss to punctuate your love. you will tell him over and over until it’s all he can think about, branded as common knowledge into his brain so he never forgets.

your quiet acts of affection lull him to sleep, but suguru is sure to murmur one last ‘i love you, my angel’ before dozing off.

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[zlut4rina]

Freakum Dress

Storyline: Although you and your girlfriend work through each other's busy schedules, learning to make time for one another. You can't help but feel a bit "neglected" one specific day. As a way to get your girlfriends attention, you pull out what you like to call a "Freakum Dress." I mean, every woman has one.

Pairings: dom!g!p!minjeong x sub!femreader

Warnings: Smut with Plot, heavy kinks, breeding kink, slapping, biting, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), degrading, she refferes to you as "doll" a lot, stomach buldge, VERY DETAILED (im a whore mb) prob a bunch more I forgot abt-

Note: I thought of this while in my math class ... also heavily and obviously inspired by the Beyonce song Freakum dress duhhh(minus the "he's out doin wrong" and going out to party part) My first time writing and posting something like this on tumblr Gulp .. enjoy (u better)

Word count: 5.4k (my apologies ima plot whore)

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It was around 6 in the afternoon, you lie in bed scrolling on your phone in a dimly lit room. The atmosphere was warm and calming, all that was heard was the intense typing from your girlfriend and her keyboard. She’s still at it, by this time you both would be cuddling enjoying the warm embrace of your loved one. But no, Minjeong had extra work to get done. I mean it wasn’t really her fault her boss emailed her a day before hand letting her know of the possibility of extra work, she needed to turn in. Of course knowing her she forgot having to do that ANDDDD the other things needed to be complete today, and let’s just say … your girl was stressed!

You noticed of course, I mean how could you not when she was practically ignoring you all day. At least that’s how you saw it. While tapping away at your phone for hours on end you finally set it aside, taking this time to scan your surroundings your strained yet tired eyes landing on the back of your girlfriend’s head. You watched her closely admiring the way her fingers moved at such a fast yet flowy pace. The way she bit her lip when she made a simple spelling mistake. The way her brows furrowed tightly at her bright computer screen, creating a beam that shunned only upon her and the small corner she was in.

You sucked your teeth in annoyance rolling your eyes as you threw the blanket that was once covering half of your body to the other side of the bed. Getting up you made your way to her, hand on the back of her chair you leaned down your faces matching in level. “Still working huh? How longs’ it been babe?” You question watching as she flinched slightly to the sound of your voice so close to her ear. Never stopping her movement on the keyboard she answers “I don’t know … an hour or two maybe?” she says looking at you briefly before Turing her attention back to her screen, slightly slouching a bit now. You cringed at this, how could she be so focused on stupid paper work. I mean for this long too?! This is unacceptable and honestly ludicrous you thought.

Your gazed froze on her admiring her features taking in a pretty yet annoying site. You leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek, to no avail she didn’t even react only a few blinks as she switched from tabs scrolling through paragraphs of lost media. You groaned a little your lips curling into a frown. “Maybe you should take a break, no?” You say tilting you’re head a bit to the side locking your eyes with hers a small pout on your face. “I can’t babe, I need to get this done before tonight.” You stared at her for a while blinking a few times before finally standing up straight taking a few steps back. “Okay...” You said Barley below a whisper. You turned your body swiftly on one foot making your way downstairs to the bathroom.

After you used the bathroom, you lost track of time sitting on the couch watching TV. Coming to this realization you check your phone seeing it’s 10:45, you turned the TV off and made your way upstairs to your shared bedroom where you assumed your girlfriend to be sleeping. Oh boy where you wrong upon opening the door you see her still at her desk typing away. “Minjeong… baby, c’Mon no way your still at this.” You said softly with a hint of sadness in your voice. Obviously, she ignored you as if you didn’t even exist it made you sad yes but you had a trick up your sleeve. Never thought times would be this tough, never expected to bring “her” out. She was only a backup plan if all else failed and well in this situation, everything failed. Noticing the lack of attention you made your way to the closet in your bedroom. Turing around to her once more before rummaging through to find it, her your plan Z. You made your way to the bathroom downstairs changing into her the dress you bought for moments like these. You never really expected to have moments like these before, I mean Minjeong was obsessed with you so there was no need to try to grab her attention in such way. But every woman has one and you just so happen to be one of those women.

You made your way to the top of the stairs where your shared bedroom was along with the woman you plan to steal from her busy work. Strutting your way up you met the door taking a deep breath in you twisted the knob entering slowly and quietly. “Minjeong…” you said in a soft yet alluring tone but loud enough to catch her attention. She turned her head to you fast then back at the screen. “Wha-..” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before she cocked her head back at you, you would think she broke her neck with how fast she turned to you. Mouth slightly open eyes wandering, everywhere, anywhere. She couldn’t take her eyes off you staring in awe at your beauty, you stood there nervous was it working ? Did it already work ? What’s next ? As those questions ran through your head minjeong turned back around focused on her work again, or so you thought. Her right hand reaching down to push her growing bulge down from view. Suddenly a random burst of confidence took over you strutting your way to your girlfriend you push her hands off the keyboard and sit yourself on her lap your eyes catching each other in an intense gaze. A battle you weren’t willing to lose “What’s your deal?” Minjeong asked placing her hands on your hips keeping you in place perfectly on top of her growing cock. You gulped keeping your eyes on her placing your hands on her shoulders “I should be asking you that instead.” You said tilting your head to the side a little a smug look on your face as you said so. “Ahh what’s this about babe” your girlfriend asked moving your hips forward on her keeping eye contact, she was teasing you. Of course she was, but you couldn’t back down now.

You kept your gaze with her your eyes flickering down to her lips in one swift movement “You like work more than me?” You questioned now looking her in the eyes furious yet in a pleading way. “Ohhh babe I’d never do that to you, you know that” she says leaning closer to your face. “Clearly you’re too sexy to ignore...” She says lips grazing yours as she spoke gripping your ass tightly, that’ll definitely leave a mark. You melted into her touch almost immediately pushing your face closer to her desperate for a kiss only for her to pull away and shake her head. “uh uh how do I know if you really miss me if you really want me” she says voice lower and more seductive massaging your ass as she spoke. Minjeong was hard, rock fucking solid it was obvious to the both of you who knew you had this much of an effect on her. You whined quietly grinding a bit on her stiff pants, immediately Minjeong stopped your movements holding your hips down tightly definitely to leave a bruise later. “Oh c’Mon doll, use your words. I know you can” She coos at you almost as if she’s taunting you “Minjeong ... please … I need you” You finally spoke Barley above a whisper eyes leaving hers staring down at your laps. Gripping her shoulders lightly as you begged, you don’t even know what you where begging for you just, needed her and that was all that mattered.

Minjeong’s eyes darkened after hearing that she leaned in and kissed you soft and sweetly before it almost immediately turned heated and sloppy. She kissed you with so much force and dominance there was no point in fighting against her. Why would you anyway, her hands gripped your hips tighter digging her nails into your skin causing you to whine and wince at the pain. It was beautiful you loved when she got like this, taking her anger out on you or just straight up using you as a way to relieve herself .

Minjeong pulled away from the kiss out of breath looking you in the eyes hungry. She licked her lips before picking you up while getting up from her chair, she let you go standing in front of her as she sat on the end of the bed. Leaning back on her elbows she looked at you in the eyes looking you up and down admiring your body the way your curves complimented the dress the way the fabric clung to your body like a glove, the pretty lacing on your legs. “Well, whatcha waitin’ for it ain’t gonna suck itself is it now pretty girl?” You gulped getting down on your knees before her, stroking her thighs up and down staring at the intense bulge in her pants begging for release. Your hands slowly making their way up her thighs massaging the huge tint in her pants “fuckk ..” minjeong groaned at the feeling, laying down fully on her back a hand behind her head the other going to reach yours stroking your hair slowly. You slowly reach to the top of her pants and pull them down using one hand to massaged her slightly clothed cock. You kissed it, softly and slowly leaving kisses on her aching penis. Finally after toying with her you pull down her boxers slowly causing her long uncut cock to spring out. You stared in awe the way her precum ran down the side of her cock, you stared at it loving how it twitched too absolutely nothing, the pretty curve it had to it. Your gaze didn’t last long closing your eyes leaning in to give her cock a long-wet lick base to tip, once you reached the top you sucked and tongued her tip playing with her foreskin sucking on it leaving a loud pop sound as it slipped out your mouth.

Downing the whole thing in one go causing the girl under you to twitch and grip your hair. She let out a breathy moan as she trusted into your mouth slowly and shakily “you’re so perfect at making me feel good, want my cum deep in your throat huh? Don’t you doll”. Her voice a low husky tone throwing her head back onto the bed as you worked your mouth Bobbing your head in different patterns just the way she liked. Your tongue working magic on her tip making her twitch and buck her hips into each lick you give her. Spit pooling out your mouth onto her harden cock. You use your free right hand to cup and play with her balls skillfully earing a long and breathy moan from the girl. Using your left to stroke her as you tongued at her from above, Minjeong was in heaven the way you worked your mouth on her was like a reward only she can recall. This isn’t your first time doing this oh no, you’ve sucked her off plenty of times more than you can count on both hands. You’re not complaining though you loved it and so did she so of course you’d be willing to do it whenever she liked.

Minjeong grabbed your head with both hands forcing you to take all of her deeper. Taking your hands away and placing them on her thighs for balance you gagged taking in her long cock. The thick mix of saliva and precum causing you to choke a bit on her, nothing too amateur for you though. “You like that doll, huh? Having your throat full of this huge cock in your mouth yea?”. You could only whine in response tears rolling out your eyes, this was your favorite pain and pleasure. Minjeong’s movements became more ragged and fastened in pace as her moans became more vocal. You could tell she was close , you worked your tongue like a pro for her wanting that sweet relief just as much as she did. And with a few more hard disgusting pumps into your mouth she came hot strings of cum hitting the back of your throat coating your mouth heavily. You pull your head back and swallow licking your lips, as cum and spit dripped down your mouth. Eyeing Minjeong and the way her chest rose and fell you sat on your knees waiting for your next order. Minjeong finally arises and sits up “Somethings definitely gotten into you doll…” she says reaching for your chin making you look up at her. Rubbing lines back and forth on your wet lips “Get up.” She orders, and of course you stand up almost immediately

She reaches for the lace on your legs and ripped it off like a hungry savage causing a small gasp to leave your lips hands moving to her shoulder for balance. After tugging away at you she finally had your pretty wet cunt on display for her, she ran her middle finger through your soaking wet slit coating her fingers the second she reached into your heat. “Mm- min please” you moaned head tossed down as she played with you, her fingers dancing around your cunt refusing to enter you correctly. She played with your clit rubbing it in circles causing you jolt your hips forward at her. “Please baby… I was good for you, no?” Minjeong only stared at you halting her movement making you whine because of the lack of touch she gave. Minjeong grabbed your hand from her shoulders, leading you onto the bed where she laid on her back. “Let me taste you doll, let me taste how good you really are.”. She said with a smirk licking her top row of teeth she ordered you to turn around with a wave of her finger. Of course you obliged to her, who are you to say no there’s not like you have a choice to say no either in this situation. You turned your body and slowly backed up on her she pulled your lower half down to her face blowing on your wet cunt, you shook slightly minjeong cheesed at this loving her effect on you. She toyed with you again her fingers playing in your wet heat rubbing up and down coating her digits in sweet ecstasy. You could only whine pushing your hips back on her more needing some sort of friction to your heat “You’re so needy doll. That’s how you even ended up here anyway, you’re such a whore.” She landed a loud slap on your ass making you moan in response head jolting up at the moment of connection. “Were you desperate for my attention or desperate to be fucked like the stupid cum doll you are huh?”. She landed another hard slap to your other cheek this one creating a hand print “Answer me slut.” She said in a rough tone, as soon as those words left her mouth she shoved three fingers into you without warning. “Ahh fuck, min” You moaned out body falling onto hers.

You reached to stroke her still harden wet cock, Minjeong slapped your ass again this time rougher than before. It hurt yes but it hurt so good tears left your eyes and you drooled slightly. “Are you gonna answer or does someone need to be punished?” she asked taking her fingers out that were once working in and out of you. You whined shaking your head in response “Stupid girl, I told you to use your words.” Minjeong slapped your ass hard before driving her face deep into your cunt sucking and licking as if she were a starving stranger. Your back arched eyes rolled back moan after moan escaping your lips. Minjeong went ham on you sucking your clit her tongue flicking it and rubbing circles on it from time to time. It felt amazing all you could do was moan almost forgetting to stroke your pretty girlfriend off, your hand went up and down on her cock you lent down to lick it and suck the tip and your other hand went to her balls and played with them once again. Minjeong soon shoved three fingers back into your cunt as her lips and tongue went to work on your folds and clit leaving quiet pop sounds as she did her magic. Her arms wrapped around your waist keeping you in place forcing you to lower yourself onto her face burying her deep into your soaking wet cunt. Moans escaped from both of your mouths hers causing vibrations in your body. You could feel a knot building up in your stomach, Minjeong knew you were close the way you clenched around her fingers hearing your toes pop after curling them, the way you just couldn’t keep still above her. Alas you couldn’t keep focusing on yourself you took your attention back to your girlfriend’s cock sucking it hungrily and sloppily. Everything felt too good to stop, too good focus on just one thing you both just fucked each other hypnotized by the scent of sex in the air.

With a few more sucks and strokes you both came hard, both your bodies shaking your girlfriends cum landing all over your face and tongue. Minjeong gathered all the cum that spilled out tonguing and sucking to get all of it out. She didn’t stop there she kept her movement still fingering you at such a slow pace tongue licking your clit sucking on it just to get a sweet reaction out of you. “Think you can give me another doll?”. She asked face still deep in your heat causing you to shiver you shook your head side to side earning a smack “Just how stupid are you?”. Your girlfriend asked angry halting her fingers movement in you. She pushed you off of her turning your body like a ragdoll forcing you to sit on her face. She locked you down with her arms wrapped around your waist keeping you in place. She started devouring your sensitive cunt tonguing and sucking at your pink bud causing you to whine and squirm in her grasp. “Taste so good doll, can’t get enough” she spoke into your body sending waves of pleasure through your body. You grip the headboard with your left and the right reaching for her hair pushing her head forward into your body. You grinded on her face your sensitive bud colliding with the tip of her nose , the way they rubbed together resembled two knight’s sword fighting. Her tongue was like a serpent burring deep into its hole beneath the two soldiers. The feeling was intense you felt like you were going crazy eyes rolling back, cunt aching, body hot and sweaty, fingers trembling the knot in your stomach was growing you felt like you were about to explode.

That was until she stopped, making you whine and attempt to grind on her face more for some sort of release in tension. Smiling against your wet cunt she looked up at you “Beg for it.” She said, no, she stated it was a demand. Looking you in the eyes like some pathetic doll she could get whatever she wanted out of you. You stared right back mouth open sweat dripping off your chin onto the pillow. How could she do this to you, she gave one of your cheeks a hard smack echoing through the room. You yelped in response biting your lip with your eyes shut “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to speak up?”. She said angry smacking you again, she loved the way you reacted how helpless you look right now it’s a wonderful sight to her. “Or do you just love being treated like this huh, doll?” she bit your inner thigh leaving bite marks and hickeys “Please, min ... I wanna cum so bad...”. You said, helpless and defeated you had no other choice “Good girl...”. She whispered into your thigh focusing back on your wet cunt, devouring it like she once did before. The sensation was intense almost unbearable, you immediately stated grinding on her lips and tongue grabbing a handful of hair pushing her head further into you. She clawed at your ass and thighs, the mixture of pain and pleasure was too much for you with just a few more licks you came undone shaking clenching uncontrollably. That sweet relief felt heavily. Minjeong licked you all up taking in every last drop of you in her mouth. “Fuck you taste amazing for me doll. So wet and warm, I can’t get enough” and with that she throws you off her replacing each other’s positions. You now laying down beneath her legs on each side of her body as she kneeled in-between you.

You laid there both hands covering your face in embarrassment “You look so fucking good in that baby, I almost don’t wanna take it off ya”. She said eyeing down your hot body practically numb from the previous orgasms. She began stroking her still harden cock staring you in the face, she reached to move your hands away right above your head. She leaned down both your wrist in her hand, she reached your ear and spoke “Fuck baby, I wanna see how beautiful your body looks right now”. She said before kissing down your chin and neck, leaving bites and marks all over before stopping at your collarbone. “But that dress is so damn sexy to ruin” she continued her assault on your neck collarbone licking you after every bite. There’s still some fluff in her, just a little. She sat up releasing your wrist, they remained in that same position. She looked at you before smiling, taking her shirt off finally revealing her toned slim body to you. She threw it somewhere on the floor who cares where it went. Biting her lip she reached for her bra and pulled it over her head slowly swaging her body seductively. You could only stare legs holding her close to you putting a hand over your mouth to cover yourself. “I’ve got an idea” your girlfriend started “How bout I fuck you with it on, then I rip it off and fuck you without it. You like how that sound doll?” she lifted your legs onto her shoulders and watched you waiting for an answer, you nodded “Please…” was all you could muster up. Minjeong grinned “Please what baby doll?” she’s toying with you again, how you loved and hated when she did. You bit your lip looking away from her, you whined not wanting to embarrass yourself. She grabbed you by the chin making you face her “Tell me, tell me what you want doll. You wanna feel good, don’t you? So speak.” She looked at you with anticipation tilting her head to the side waiting on what sort of response you’ll give her now.

You couldn’t say anything, you wanted too but nothing came out you felt stuck you probably looked like an idiot just staring into nothing. “Ah nothing? That’s fine, maybe we should stop her then. No?” she said looking at you with a sly smirk her voice was so low and mellow when she spoke. She knew you didn’t want to stop, neither did she. “NO, please ..” you reached for her shoulder keeping her in-between you “I want it, I want you” You bit your lip debating on whether you should Say the next part or not. After a few seconds of silence you spoke “I want you to fuck me, please min, please fill me up. I want it I want it so bad.” You begged her frantically, desperate for something, anything. She smiled at you “You’re so pretty when you beg.” She chuckled reaching for her harden shaft slapping it against your clit earning a moan from you. She leaned down to your ear kissing it before making her way to attack your neck with love bites. You were a mess, a hot moaning mess.

She slowly entered her cock inside you inch by inch she took her time, her painfully slow time. Thus causing you to squirm under her wrapping your arms around her neck and she continued to leave hickeys all over you. Your girlfriend began her assault on your wet cunt at a fast pace her balls slapping against your ass, the sounds of wet skin colliding and the scent of sex and ecstasy in the air. You could only moan eyes shut almost screaming into your girlfriend’s ear. She fucked you rough and hard her movements where inhumane almost as if she wasn’t really the woman you once knew, she was fucking you like a monster. So intensely destroying your insides with her long cock. “Fuck doll, this pussys’ so fucking good. All mine too~” she spoke into your ear words shaky with the way she was pounding you. The sound of sloppy sex overwhelming you, you Barley understood her. Nails sinking into her back, neck and hips leaving scars and markings that’ll take days to heal. The pain causing Minjeong to groan and bite down on your neck, at this rate your neck was full of red pink and purple marks with spots of dips of teeth marks all over. “Ah fuck baby you feel so fucking good around me.” She leaned up and grabbed you by the waist ending her attack on your upper body. “You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty” she spoke as she pounded into you harder somehow managing to go deeper into you. Her tip kissing your cervix like a desperate lover “Fuck min, don’t stop please..” you begged biting your lip ad your body Bobbing up and down to her rhythm. “You like that doll? Huh, like the way my dick violates your insides don’t you?”. She fucked you faster her breathing becoming heavy and quick, she was close so so close. “I’m gonna fill you up so good yea? You wanted this. You wanted me to fuck you like this like the slut you are.” She bit her lip head hung beck as she pounded into you like a mad man “Fuck I love you so much you know that?” You nodded in response your grip on her body growing tighter and you could feel your climax approaching. “Look at me pretty girl, look at who’s worshiping this beautiful body of yours” she grabbed your chin making you face her eyes meeting for a split second before you both crashed into a long-heated kiss. “Min… baby I’m-im gonna cum fuck” You slightly pulled away from the kiss feeling your next orgasim approaching “Me too baby I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” You nodded and with a few more pumps you both came together your back arching as she pushed deeper into you.

Panting and sweaty you both sit there for a while before your girlfriend spoke “Hate to see this pretty thing go so soon, hm? Ah, but I bet you’d look so much sexier with it torn apart huh doll”. You whined in response, taking this as an answer without wasting any more time she grabbed the fabric covering your stomach and ripped it apart all in one go. This caused you to moan covering you face with your hands as she “undressed” You. “So beautiful, just for me. Only me” she spoke under her breath admiring your physique, the way you ditch wear a bra underneath almost as if you wanted this to happen. Her hands trailing up and down your body feeling you up, she licked her lips at the site before her. “How much cum you think this pretty belly can hold doll?” she spoke tracing circles around your bellybutton. “I think you’d look so cute carrying my baby. Don’t you think so too” your girlfriend smiled at you with a shit eating grin. You stared back at her a red flush forming on your cheeks, this is so humiliating you thought. “I want to, so bad. I wanna fill you up with all my cum, watching your stomach grow bigger with each pump. I wanna breed you like a fucking whore.” She takes her gaze from your stomach and looks at you in the eyes, deeply. “Can i?” is all she says a glint of plea in her eyes, she’s desperate. You look at her up and down before letting a sheepish smile form on your face “I’m not stopping you am i?” you ask tilting you head a bit at her. With this she wasted no time ramming her somehow still hard cock into you this time shoving all full inches inside you without warning. Causing you to yelp in pain and pleasure, it was too much for you but who were you to say no to her?

“Fuck baby I love you” she said between each thrust, leaning down she held one of your breast in her hand playing with the ripple and the other in her mouth. “Fuck min!” you moaned out harms wrapping around her neck pulling her closer into your body. Her pace was fast and eager, her rhythm and patterns where all off without sync. She was fucking you like a deranged animal “I’m goona get you pregnant baby, full of me fuck I need it” You wrapped your legs around her torso pulling her deeper into you. “Please min, cum inside me fill me up please” you begged desperate just as she was. Moving your hip along with her at a ragged pace both desperate and needy. The sounds coming from you too were disgusting wet skin slapping against each other moans from different pitches it’s like you both lost your minds. Neither of you thinking straight only worried about cumming making the other feel good. Minjeing got up from your chest grabbing you by the shoulder with one hand the other reaching for yours placing it on your stomach. Feeling the way her cock bounced in and out of your tummy. “Feel that doll? That’s me getting you pregnant. Dumping my seed into you like a whore”. She left your hand on your stomach grabbing the headboard to balance her body as she thrusted in you like crazy. The bed creaking from her speedy movements the way your body moved and your boobs bounced to her sex was wonderful, sadly it had to come to an end at some point. “Baby I’m so close … don’t stop .. please” you whined out eyes close head thrown back your legs hugging her body tighter than ever. “Me too doll, you ready to carry my baby?” she muttered through her teeth as her speed grew faster chasing after her high. You nodded with a few small “please” and “yes” your grip on her tightened as you came undone on her shaft. Back arching biting your lip till it bled, your girlfriend pumped into you still letting all her sweet and salty semen let loose into you some spilling out.

She fell on top of you her now soft penis still inside you, you moaned a bit at her. “I’m so sleepy doll” she spoke into the crook of your neck, you looked down at her smiling before stroking her hair. “We can stay like this is you want” you whispered in her ear gaining a nod from her, chuckling at this you pull her closer into a snuggle. Limbs wrapped around each other, scared of letting go. You turned your head to look at the clock on your nightstand, it read 1:34 am. “Guess your gonna be in a bit of trouble tomorrow huh? Mingejong looked up at you before Turing her gaze to her still open computer screen. She only shrugged and went back into her spot kissing your neck before trailing off to sleep “I love you, so much” your girlfriend spoke before going completely silent.

“I love you too”

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Very rushed ending my apologies (I feel like I lost the plot halfway through tbh 😭)

Hope u liked tho more coming soon if u guys enjoyed ♡

[magics-neptunes-things]

Love Me Harder

Hi guys :)

Still working on my WIP! This is a request I got here, so I hope the person asking for it will be happy with what I wrote :)

I'm sorry for the delay by the way.

But please enjoy ♥

TW : Head injury, concussion, jealousy, angst with happy ending.

Leah and you have been a couple for almost two years now, even if you managed to get it hidden for now. You always had something for the girl to be honest, but when you met Leah, she was already with Jordan and you weren’t really a couple breaker. Sure, it hurts sometimes to see her happy with someone else, but at least she was happy and that’s all that matters for you.

You tried to forget her by sleeping around or having a girlfriend yourself, but nothing really worked. You usually dated people away from the football world, not wanting to mix your professional life with your private life. It happened that you slept with other players though, but never in your team or with them being friends with one of your friends.

With that state of mind, it was hard to find someone to sleep with, but at least you were out of trouble.

Well, that’s what you thought until today.

Leah and you aren’t playing for the same team, she was born at Arsenal while you travel a lot during your career. You started in Manchester City, then you went to Lyon, then to Bayern and since last season you have been back in Manchester City. You like it here and it was easier to live your relationship with Leah that way.

You are together when you are playing for your national team though, you have been the number one goalkeeper of the team for years now. Leah is back from her injury and is now back in national camp too.

Sarina knows that you are together, like all your teammates. The only people who don’t know are the public. You are friends with a lot of Lionesses, so when you are spotted with Leah and some of your friends, no one really puts two and two together. Meado tease you a lot about it, but in reality, you aren’t fan of PDA anyway and so is Leah. Maybe not like you are with your friends, but it’s another discussion.

Back to today, you are playing against Italy for the qualification of the next international championship. After your World Cup and the fact that you weren’t qualified for the Olympics Games, all your team wants to show that you are still here and deserve to win the Euro back in 2022.

You were doing the pitch inspection, casually talking with Lucy and LJ when you heard someone calling your name. Leah, as always, wasn’t far away from you with Keira and Georgia.

“Y/N?”

You turn without really thinking in the direction of the voice, just to be faced with a girl that you actually slept with several months ago. To be honest, it was just before you got in a relationship with Leah. You hate to admit it, but you kind of ghost that poor girl after that, way too happy to finally be with the girl you were in love with.

“Oh, hi Milena” you say nervously.

You even have forgotten that she’s in fact from Italy and you will be facing her today. You can see Lucy exchanging an intrigued look with LJ next to you while the girl keeps walking in your direction.

“I’m happy to see you” she says when she’s in front of you.

You don’t have time to answer before she hugs you and your arms automatically surround her waist to give her back her embrace. If your arms very quickly drop from her body, one of her hands stays in your arm.

You probably never have been so uncomfortable during the rest of your life. You can feel Leah burning gaze on your back.

“How are you? I think we haven't talked for like two years” she laughs.

“Oh, uh. I’m good thanks” you mumble.

“You look good indeed” she smirks.

You deal very badly with cringe, to be honest. So, you are particularly relieved when Lucy passes her arm around your shoulders before talking.

“We have to go back inside” Lucy says, nodding towards the locker room.

In fact, when you look around, you realise that almost all your teammates are already inside. That excuse is perfect after all. You mumble a “See you later” before letting Lucy take you out of the pitch.

Lucy and LJ manage to wait to be out of your ex’s ear before bursting into laughter. You suppose you must be grateful to them for that.

“What was that?” Lauren asks while Lucy is still laughing like crazy.

“Nothing” you roll your eyes.

“She doesn’t look like nothing” Lucy smirks when she can breathe again.

“Be careful with what you say, or Ona will receive a strange text from me, explaining how you find other girls not nothing” you frown.

She suddenly shuts up, her face becoming way more serious. It makes you smile. You never saw Lucy so whipped for a girl before. But you know that your friends deserve an explanation. You sigh softly before starting your explanation.

“It’s a girl I slept with before Leah kissed me at that party, and we got together. I was still in the process of forgetting her. I met that girl before the Euro and well… You know” you shrug. “But then after the semi-finales we got together with Leah, after that she hurt her ACL and I kind of totally forgot that girl.”

LJ hums after your explanation, nodding softly. You can see that your explanation makes sense for both of them which is great because it’s nothing but the truth.

“Leah was boiling” Lucy informs you.

You grimace at this. You were pretty sure that she would react that way. You never realise how Leah can be jealous before being with her. You like it actually, fond of the way she wants to be sure that you are hers and no one can take you away from her.

But here and now aren’t exactly the right place to show her that she is your only one.

You are nervous when you enter the changing room, looking for your girlfriend. You finally see her sitting in Georgia’s cubby. Her eyes are burning when she crosses your gaze after you enter the locker room.

Lucy goes sit on her cubby, just next to yours, while LJ goes on hers too. You want to talk to Leah, but Georgia’s non-verbal language makes you think that you better not approach Leah for now.

That girl is really scary when she wants to.

Keira’s gaze is softer and it’s what makes you walk in their direction. Lucy was right, Leah seems furious.

“Can we talk?” you ask softly when you reach them.

“No” Georgia answers harshly.

“Georgia” Keira sighs.

“Leah?” you try again, trying to cross your girlfriend’s gaze. “Please?”

She sighs and throws the towel she was holding in the cubby while standing up. She doesn’t answer really, but you follow her anyway when she walks to leave the room. You don’t really know where you are going at first, until she turns to enter in a closet.

“What do you want to talk about?” Leah asks harshly just after you close the door.

You are a little bit taken aback. You know what you want to talk about of course, but you don’t know how to start. You are sure that if you say that you know she’s jealous, she will deny it and that it will be the end of the conversation. This is not what you want.

“I just wanted to know if you are okay” you tentatively say.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She has now her arms crossed and her famous frown on her face. You know how hard it would be to have something from this conversation.

“Because you seem angry”

Leah snorts and looks at the handle of the door. She putted her hands on her hips now and is shaking her head.

“Am I supposed to be happy when my girlfriend is getting flirted with by someone else?”

“No, that is why I wanted to talk to you too. I just…”

“Do you know her?” Leah cuts you.

This time her eyes are deep inside yours and you know that you can’t lie to her. It wasn’t something you wanted to do anyway, but with her eyes scanning your soul, it would have been impossible.

“I… We slept together some time ago” you finally sigh.

“When?”

“Just before the Euros”

You know that Leah knows perfectly that your first kiss happened after the semi-finals against Sweden and the happiness of the victory. You were the first shocked when she kissed you after some naughty dancing, but you kissed her back and the rest of the night probably made her understand very much how much you were fancying her already.

It’s even stronger now, of course.

But Leah is looking at you like she’s going to kill you.

“Don’t look at me like that, Le. I didn't know that several weeks later you would kiss me. I didn’t know you were interested in me at this point.”

You try to take her hand with yours, but she takes it away from you, before opening the door again.

“Well you can go back fucking her in that case”

“Leah!”

She slams the door, almost pinning your fingers inside. When you manage to get outside too, Leah isn’t here anymore. You decide to go back to the training room and try to talk to her again, but when you arrive, Sarina is right behind you, asking you to go training.

You aren’t really concentrating during the training to be honest; you keep looking at Leah, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t even share a look with you when you are right behind her at the beginning of the game.

You really hope that a win will ease her mood and help you to reconcile with Leah. You turn when you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning your bigger frame towards Keira. She just smiles at you, and you nod only. You are too nervous to smile, but you are glad to know that you have at least one of Leah’s friends on your side. You are sure that Leah explained everything to them.

You take a deep breath when it’s time to go on the pitch, trying to focus on the game. The national anthems help you and you keep a straight face when you check all the Italian players, even Milena.

You do your usual check with Lucy too, looking for good luck before starting the game. England is supposed to be the favourites, but Italy is fighting with all their strength. Your forwards manage to have good opportunities, but without being able to score for now.

After the first half, no one scored, and you had to use some of your best moves to avoid taking a goal or two.

You just nod when Sarina congratulates you in the locker room. Leah is still not looking at you, as if you weren’t even here. It creates a strange feeling in your throat. You are happy that Lucy is just next to you, even if she’s not talking, your friend’s presence is good for you.

When the game starts again, you realise with anxiety that Milena and her other teammates change their side, meaning that Leah is the one marking Milena from now.

But Leah manages to take the upper hand on Milena every single time, using with ability her slide tackles. You are happy when Alessia finally manages to score around the seventy minutes.

Five minutes later, Sarina made all the different changes she was planning to, leaving Lucy and Leah in the defence but changing Millie and Maya in the same move. You don’t have a lot of time to get used to that though, because soon Italy won a corner, and you have to focus again on the game.

You can’t really explain what happened. Your eyes were on the ball when the Italian player shot it in the middle of the surface. But the knock you received on your head suddenly makes everything dizzy and you fall on the ground without really realising it.

There is a wheezing and everything else sounds like you were underwater. You feel hands on you, someone slapping your cheek, two fingers looking for your pulse in your neck.

You don’t know if it’s because it’s Leah or if it’s because she’s screaming right above your head, but you hear her distinctly shout

“Don’t fucking touch her! Let her breathe!”

And the panic in her voice finally makes you open your eyes. It’s the same feeling when you are sleepy, and Leah wakes you after you fall asleep in front of a movie to go to bed. Your eyes are heavy, the light is too bright too. You wince and close your eyes almost as soon as you open them, pressing your hand on your head.

“Y/N? Hey Baby, can you hear me?”

Leah’s voice is softer than you ever heard it, and you groan for only an answer. Your head is pounding.

“Can you roll on your back?”

You recognize the voice of one of the people from the medical team. You groan once more and roll on the ground, lying now on your back. You warily open your eyes, thankful that someone is hiding the lights of the pitch with their frame. You frown softly when you realise that it’s Milena

“I’m sorry Y/N, I wasn’t looking where I was going and…”

“It’s okay” Leah cuts her harshly. “She needs to get looked at; can you leave?”

You perfectly see the staff member smile at each other before turning their attention to you again.

They ask you several questions, make you sit, look at their fingers and look at a light too. It’s not an enjoyable experience to be honest, it hurts, and you have trouble staying focused.

“I think it’s a concussion” one of them finally says. “It would be better for you to get out of the pitch.”

“No” you frown. “Sarina made all the substitutions already. I can’t leave.”

“Of course you can” Leah interjects. “No one would blame you. It’s safer like th– “

“Leah. I’m playing.”

Her light blue eyes went right into your eyes. You don’t look away, Leah might be stubborn, but you are too when you really want something. And you want to play, you want to prove to her that she can count on you no matter what. You know you have hurt her and maybe bummed after your revelation earlier. You want to take amend of that.

When she opens her mouth to answer, you look at the medical staff.

“Am I allowed to play?”

They hesitate for several seconds, looking at you silently.

“If I let you play, you have to swear that if you don’t feel good, or dizzy, or tired, you will stop the game and get out of the pitch. Can we make this deal?”

You nod and he nods back, before helping you to get up. You take some water from the bottle he gave you, splashing some of it on your face too. You feel tired to be honest and the lights are killing you. But you are determined to end this game.

“Y/N.”

You turn in Leah’s direction and it’s easy to see the concern in her eyes. You smile softly at her while your teammates and the opposite team are coming back on the pitch.

“I’ll be fine, Leah”

She sighs and you feel her gaze on you when you go back to the goal. You don’t see her or hear her turning to the players around her, telling them not to let anyone come near your goal.

They manage to do it greatly to be honest, and you are glad for it. You have to make some intervention, like grabbing the ball in the air for example. Jumping was fine, but the shock when you fall on the ground is harsh.

When the whistle of the referee finally sounds, signalling the end of the game, you are more relieved than ever. Closing your eyes, you let your tired body sliding along one of the two posts on your goal.

“You’re alright mate?”

You don’t open your eyes but nod at Lucy’s question, feeling her hand on your shoulder without seeing it.

“Do you need help to get up?”

“Please” you mumble.

She makes you stand as easily as you were a 5-year-old child, making you smile softly. You thank Maya with gratefulness when she gives you your things waiting behind the goal and slowly make your way to the locker room.

You look around to see where Leah is, which isn’t missed by Beth who is walking on your other side.

“She’s answering some questions for the TV” the blonde informs you.

You groan and drink more water, still walking. Pretty slowly, you must admit. But you feel dizzy, and you sigh internally when you see Milena running in your direction.

“Hey” she says, with her Italian accent. “Look, I'm very sorry. How are you feeling?”

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry” you answer with a soft smile. “I’ll need some rest tonight and maybe tomorrow, but other than that it’s okay.”

You watch her bite her lips, like if she’s thinking about something to say. And how to say it. You really hope that she won’t ask you out now, because you don’t have the energy to deal with it right now.

“Can I write to you tomorrow? To know how you are feeling. I really feel very guilty”

You were going to answer something, but you were interrupted by an arm sneaking around your waist and a body suddenly pressed against yours.

“She will post an update on her Instagram tomorrow. And don’t worry for her, she’s between great hands” Leah says, before looking at you. “Are you okay to leave, Babe?”

You repress a smile and take a small breath.

“Yeah, let’s go. See you”

You give a smile to Milena, who you feel sorry for. You know that she never meant to hurt you, but Leah seems to take her for the only responsible of the accident.

“You know that I wasn’t looking either?” you mumble to Leah.

“It doesn’t matter. Sarina told me we can leave now; the staff asked for a taxi so we don’t have to wait on anyone. Would you like to shower in your hotel room rather than here?”

“Sounds good” you mumble again.

In a record time, Leah manages to take all your things and put them in your two bags, change herself in a training suit and help you to do the same. You are starting to feel tired and dozens in the cab on Leah’s shoulder.

“Baby you have to wake up. I can’t carry you in your room” Leah whispers when you are in front of the hotel, gently kissing your temple.

Usually, you love the fact that you are higher than Leah. You love how she easily fits in your arms, how you can hold her and feel like you are protecting her from everything and everyone.

But right now, you really would love for her to be able to carry you.

She does a bit though, holding you firmly against her while you are going to the lift and then to your room. You let yourself fall on the bed when you arrive inside your room, letting Leah deal with your bags and everything else.

“Come on Baby, we have to wash the game out of you. Then you can go in bed until the staff members come again”

“I just want to sleep” you groan.

“I know. But you will feel better.”

You do feel better, Leah is right. She helps you to take your shower, affectionately dry you with a towel after, help you to put fresh pajamas on and then even brush your teeth and your hair.

She then takes a quick shower too and it’s with wet hair and in one of your t-shirts that she opens the door of your room for the staff. The t-shirt easily covers her smaller frame, the tissue going until her knees.

They make some more tests on you, asking several questions to Leah too. You have trouble staying focused, but only because you are very tired. You don’t hear them leaving, opening your eyes again when you feel the bed move when Leah crawls on it.

“Are you sure you’re not in pain?”

You hum, snuggling against her warm body. They gave you some morphine earlier anyway. Leah lets you do it and you sigh happily when she starts to stroke your neck with her fingers.

“I’m sorry for the way I reacted because of your ex”

Leah’s whisper takes you by surprise. You probably almost never heard Leah saying that she was sorry for something so serious. Opening your eyes again, you search hers.

“I’m sorry for the way you learned it” you whisper back. “But it has nothing to do with you. It was before knowing you could be in any way interested in me. I was still in my “Forgetting Leah” era”

Leah chuckles and you smile hearing that sound. You close your eyes again, the tiredness being more and more hard to fight against.

“I’m glad you never managed to get over me” Leah says after some silence, playing with your hair.

“I will never be able to get over you”

You feel like your voice is low and your words aren’t very well articulated, but Leah seems to understand very easily what you are saying.

“I was hoping to” Leah mumbles too. “Now sleep, you little menace.”

You groan softly once again, making Leah smile. You happily let her kiss your face several times, finishing with your lips. You manage to whisper that you love her and it seems to you that Leah say it back, but you are not really sure. Because you are already asleep then.

[ervotica]

maybe mean!rafe x crybaby!reader? he gets mad at her for not sitting down on the couch with him and he yells at her, dragging her by her wrist and forcing her to sit with him… only if you’re okay with it(I’ve never requested anything before)

warnings; mean!rafe, dom/sub undertones, brat taming, crybaby!reader, barry is a shit stirrer but we love him for it <3

a/n; thanks for the request, angel! hope you enjoy🥰 (side note; may or may not be thinking abt being rafe & barry’s shared gf😍 they’re just too hot together jfc)

You get agitated in a sort of frenzied way that has always driven Rafe insane; you start to twitch, tapping heel clad feet and cracking knuckles until the sound of it has his jaw ticking in vexation.

You're rocking back and forth on your heels, red solo cup clutched between clammy palms; you can see Rafe in your peripheral vision, never letting him too far out of your line of sight in fear of being left to fend for yourself at one of these parties packed with drug-addled teenagers.

The smell of cheap, stale beer and sweat pervades your senses and you cringe, the blaring music paired with the way Rafe is staring you down- cerulean eyes piercing straight through you- forcing your brain into overdrive.

"Would you quit it and come sit down already?" Rafe snaps, thick digits outstretched as an offering for you to take; your lip spills into a pout, tightness pulling at every inch of your skin as the tension pools and gathers between your crumpled brows.

"I don't wanna," you whine, dragging out every syllable plaintively until he's standing, storming towards you with a thunderous expression carved into his features that you're not often on the receiving end of.

"I told you to fucking sit down! What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Can't even do as you're told, can you?"

You feel the tears tickling at your waterline the second he raises his voice, your gaze snapping up to him as the first wave spills over your wide eyes.

"For God's sake, kid. Come sit down," he grouses. His tone softens when your expression crumples and he hooks a thick bicep around your neck, drawing you into the warm expanse of his chest. You're pulled along in short, shuffling steps until your bum hits the leather couch and Rafe's bruising grip digs into your calves to splay them haphazardly across his lap.

"You're mean," you sniff, backs of your fingers smearing across your teary eyes until they're caked in black. He pinches your thigh before delivering a firm swat to the afflicted area, his arms a vice around your squirming body as you try to free yourself.

“I told you to sit down and be fuckin’ quiet. Take a nap or something, cranky pants.” He rolls his eyes, fingers spreading across your jaw to settle your head in the hollow of his shoulder.

You grumble something indecipherable before he feels you go slack on top of him, lashes fluttering as you fight the fog of fatigue that invades every inch of your skull. He smears a kiss along the curve of your forehead.

“Y’alright, Princess?” Barry queries, only amused by Rafe’s sudden glaring of daggers at the shorter man. “Country club bein’ mean, huh?”

“She’s fine,” Rafe snips as you stir and start to whine once again. “Just bein’ a brat. Needs a rest ‘s all.”

“Rafe.”

“I swear to fuckin’ God, kid. You be quiet or I will spank you raw in front of all these people.”

You sigh and curl up and into his embrace, exhaustion settling heavy in your bones once he cages you into his chest with a firm squeeze.

“Good girl.”

[safftums]

a bit of reassurance for anyone who needs to hear it:

shaming yourself for your vore thing is unproductive and ultimately hurts you. don’t call yourself cringe or whatever. genuinely just enjoy what you do, sincerely, without having to drench yourself in a layer of “haha noooo it’s okay i know it’s badwrong” irony.

literally, of all the fetishes in the world, vore isn’t going to hurt anyone because we all know cannibalism is wrong, and soft vore is impossible irl.

nothing has been healthier for me than embracing being weird. be free. be weird. eat bitches. whatever.

[shrimpybbq]

how would rafe deal with charlies tantrums? cause i feel like he’s at an age where thats common 😭 and reader taking care of emmy cant really do both at the same time

"Hey, c'mon bud,"

"You're ok, I'll give it back in a sec, a'ight?"

"It's ok, just stop crying please Charlie, please buddy,"

As high school gf!reader walked into the kitchen, those were the words echoing off the walls, intermingled with the shrill screams of Charlie. She had been out for lunch with Sarah, only to come home and hear Rafe's exclamations. Charlie's piercing cries made her cringe as the little boy wailed so hard his face begun to redden. He had been playing with Rafe's phone and watching his favourite cartoon, only for Rafe to need to make a call quickly. Alas, he had not been able to make that call as his son began to cry as soon as the phone left his chubby little hands.

Rafe looked up as he heard his wife enter the room, seeing her holding Emmy in her arms. His eyes rolled at the sight of the smile breaking across her face, unable to hide the humour she found in watching Rafe be on the receiving end of the boy's tantrums for once. Charlie was a daddy's boy - never crying or throwing tantrums, always seeking to spend time with his father. It didn't help that he was a carbon copy of his Rafe as a toddler either. She found some joy in her husband finally understanding what it was like to deal with a crying toddler.

"Hey! Stop laughing at me, m'kay. Can't you just make him stop crying or something?" Rafe pleaded as Charlie began to cry louder, his panic seeping over. High school gf!reader sighed, taking pity on her husband.

"You need to give him something else to distract him. That or put him in front of the tv," she stated. Rafe watched as she moved towards him, coming to his side, "Go pick him up and sit with him for a bit. He'll calm down pretty quick."

She watched as Rafe and Charlie made their way over to the couch, the boy's favourite cartoon filling the screen once more. Rafe was mumbling lowly to Charlie as he buried his face into his father's chest, and high school gf!reader could only smile at the sound of his squeals once more, though this time they were clearly happy and joyous. Rafe had resorted to tickling the boy when he wouldn't look at him.

"Are you gonna be good for me now buddy? No more tantrums?" Rafe queried, a pleased smile spreading across his face as Charlie nodded. Of course he was going to be good, he was a daddy's boy.

"Ugh, you make it look so easy. I hate you," she whined at the sight.

Again, Rafe rolled his eyes. "Hey, c'mere. Come sit with us," he commanded. "Should mommy come sit with us?" he directed at Charlie this time.

High school gf!reader felt herself nodding in agreement and slowly ambled over to the couch. As she settled into the plush fabric Charlie turned to face her, eagerly reaching out to his sister.

"She's still tired, baby. Why don't we watch your show and then after you can play?" she suggested, bringing her son under her arm. Wrapped up in her warm embrace he agreed, a small "ok mama" leaving him.

Rafe just grinned at his little family, sighing and tossing his head back as he slumped further into the couch. Charlie had tired him out, and he had only been watching him for a few hours. He needed to get his wife a gift soon as something to say thank you, he thought determinedly. To show her how much he appreciated her and how much she had invested into their family.

i've been missing high school gf so i managed to answer one of the asks in my inbox finally! hope you enjoy this cute family moment anon!

[nonushu]

hugs in secret - yoon jeonghan

genre: fluff, secret relationship | wc: 670 | warnings: mentions of being drunk? | secret bf!jeonghan x reader a/n: i love long-haired jeonghan BUT short-haired jeonghan... oh my lord... this is also a bit rushed, hopefully, it's not too noticeable!

whoever gave soonyoung the mic, he sure as hell isn't singing. instead, he's shouting at seungkwan through the booming speakers for whatever reason that there may be—most likely about something petty.

if you were drunk too, you'd be just as indulged as they were. but someone is making it hard to even care what's going on in the karaoke room. and if anyone else in the room was sober, they'd be able to see the literal hearts in his eyes.

jeonghan sits across from you, grinning as the lively scene of the two other men unfolds. no matter how much you motion for him to stop looking at you like he is, his stare somehow makes you feel more shy.

of course, jeonghan knows exactly what he's doing. he doesn't miss the subtle nervousness you try to hide from the others—if anything, he's enjoying the thrill of anyone who could become suspecting of the two of you.

you can feel his eyes on you as you get up when you decide it's time to leave. you take a breath before walking over to the food bar where you pack some leftovers for the next day.

jeonghan raises his brow at your sudden leave, rising from his seat to follow from behind.

"leaving so soon?" his voice soft, almost teasing.

you glance over your shoulder, snapping the lid on the container. "well, i have to go in early tomorrow. can't be too exhausted."

"but you're gonna miss the most memorable part of this," he chuckles, referring to soonyoung and seungkwan dispute.

you scoff, shaking your head. "and then, i'll miss my hearing if i stay any longer,"

jeonghan's lips crack a smile as he leans in closer to you. his hands find their way to the small of your back. he pulls you gently towards him in a comforting manner but enough to make your breath hitch.

"jeonghan," you whisper, eyes darting around the room but doing nothing to stop him. "someone might see..."

but you know no one's paying attention to what you and jeonghan are doing, yet the thought of confrontation at the moment did not sound fun while everyone was wasted.

"you're really gonna leave me?" he pouts, putting his chin on your shoulder. "leave me here with our drunk friends?"

your eyes sided at jeonghan. "you can leave too, hannie,"

"well, someone has to drive them home," he whines, nuzzling closer.

you roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile that tugs at your lips. "well, aren't you such a good friend?"

"yeah..." he mumbles, arms now fully wrapped around you. "am i able to see you after work, though?"

you tilt your head to look up at jeonghan, returning the hug. "could you come over to my place as well?"

jeonghan's grin is boyish, his eyes lighting up. "it'd be my pleasure, angel,"

you sort of cringed at the nickname, but regardless, you loved it when he called you such. removing yourself from his arms, you head to the exit while giving him a playful smile. "see you then, jeonghan,"

before stepping out of the room, you feel a grip on your arm, slightly pulling you back. jeonghan stops you from exiting completely, still wanting you to stay with him longer.

with a low voice, he bends down to your level. "just one more hug before you leave?" his eyes are begging. "please?"

now you grin at jeonghan. "clingy, much?" but you embrace him anyway, hugging him closely.

his tone becomes sassy, yet he gives in. "yeah, well, you make it impossible to not be,"

the moment couldn't feel more perfect, but soonyoung's voice cuts through the air—through the very loud speakers, startling the both of you. "group hug!"

before you know it, soonyoung has his arms wrapped around the two of you, squeezing your bodies tight. you couldn't help but laugh while being squashed between the two men. jeonghan groans at him, but his grip on you doesn't loosen.

jeonghan must really love hugging you, you figured.

[qtboni]

hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?

HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3

C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses

Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.

The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.

"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.

For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"

You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"

Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.

"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.

You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.

You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."

Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.

"Baby soldier?" He asked.

"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"

"I am so not a baby soldier."

"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.

Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"

You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.

Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.

It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.

And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.

[pinkchrissysposts]

It's time to persist

Hello my dears your cringe motivator is back🧍‍♀️.

Are you not tired of this app giving you same advice every time you open it? You come here opening the app check for any post from your favorite bloggers and seeing them repeat the same word "persist". What are they telling you to persist in? In your assumption,they are telling you to stand firm to your decision of having your desires. What are you doing? Read the post and move on to another that's not how it works🧎‍♀️‍➡️.

Take a moment about 10 minutes or more or less,after this post this done instead of quickly moving on to another post.

Keep your phone down,take a deep and let go,think of your desire example you want a new iphone 15 pro.

Now imagine yourself using the phone NO do NOT and I mean DONOT think about the 3D now,think of your desire as a new addition in your doll house i.e your imagination.

Now that you have imagine it,affirm/assume it to be true,it's okay if it feels fake or delusional at first just,keep going and persist,opposing thought might come but stand firm. Ignore the how's and when.

When you do this don't think you're doing it for 3d,do it to remind that you have it in your imagination.

If you desire it close your eyes as you affirm that it's your and only you're,if you find it hard to believe then do eft tapping.

No matter how you feel do it you have cried enough my loves,it's time to embrace that state,yes you don't have it but still enjoy it in the 4d first enjoy get in the state,when you read about "affirm and persist",you probably think "Oh I guess we don't have to do the embody shit,I can affirm worrying about my 3d",no my dear that's not right,when say affirm and persist mean stand firm to the affirmation,the brat mentality very important here.

Example you want iphone 15,you are affirming "i have iphone 15,i have iphone 15" for hours,but this whole time your mind was "no I don't no I dont",it's not gonna work.

When it comes to robotic affirmation,if you ask me why it works even when people say they didn't got in the state or embody state,is because they don't even let any negative thought to occupy their mind,until it start to feel real.

Neville had a student who used robotic affirming for 16 hours,shutting out the world and next day won a Nobel price and you think manifesting an sp,or new phone is difficult 🗣.

Persistence IS IMPORTANT. It's time to take your desires seriously instead of crying about it. Ignore all how,where and when,it's not your job to worry about it your job is simply enjoy your desires don't worry how it's gonna come to your 3D. Simply affirm/assume and persist don't wait for a specific or perfect time. Do it RIGHT NOW.

[hamzahsbaby]

OMGG i NEED a comfort/angst fic with Hamzah where the reader (ur regular girl without a big social media) end up breaking down emotionally when a bunch of hamzah’s fan girls start to either get personal with there hate comments on u or reveal personal information. Hamzah ends up comforting u and reassuring his love, leading u two to either take to the podcast or their bts on patreon in order to address it and hopefully create boundaries 🙏🙏 just know you’d eat this up

warnings: possible cringe warning … not sure … something takes over when i write angst and i can’t ever tell if my work is good or not …. but enjoy yay!

the comments didn’t bother you at first, you told yourself you could handle it, and you really could, at first. but now it was all too much; screenshots of your personal instagram had somehow gotten out, video upon video tearing apart you and your looks, people somehow finding your family, the list went on and felt like it never ended. strangers on the internet picking apart your life, thinking that just because you were dating someone in the public eye meant that you didn’t have a right to any privacy.

you’d been laying in bed all day, the only comfort you had was hamzah’s hoodie embracing you and hamzah’s hourly check in on you, he wanted to sit next to you and listen to whatever it was that was bothering you but you wouldn’t let him. he was upset, but more sad than anything, sad that you felt like you couldn’t tell him what was going on. although he had a pretty good idea, he wanted to hear it from you.

“alright,” hamzah sat next to you on the bed, you peered your head out from the hoodie you were wearing. hamzah looked so perfect, too perfect for someone like you. “you’ve gotta talk to me baby.” he rubbed your ribs, his touch immediately bringing you comfort.

you shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. trying to vocalize the negative feelings you were experiencing always made you cry. “i just,” you spit out, sitting up in hamzah’s bed, his hand stayed put on you. “i can’t do this anymore. i’m sorry.” you cried.

“what’re you sorry for babygirl?” hamzah wiped the tears falling down your face. the nickname he gave you making you want to fall into pieces, but also giving you some sense of reassurance. “i love you.” hamzah hugged you, you didn’t have to say anything but it’s like he knew exactly what you needed to hear. “so fucking much. you know that right?” he grabbed your face, looking you in the eyes when he said it, he needed you to know it. “you are my perfect girl.” your frown turned into a grin. hamzah knew it wasn’t the right time but god there wasn’t a single time you looked bad. you were literally day two without showing, red puffy face, wet eyelashes, and a rats nest for hair but you still looked like something out of a dream— soft, raw and beautiful.

“i love you.” you trembled. your lips shook as the words left your mouth. you were so fucking grateful for someone like hamzah, and even on the days you felt like you didn’t deserve him, he was there to tell you that you deserved him and so much more. “i don’t care what anyone says about you, or about us.” he reassured for the third time tonight, “you’re the one i want to be with.” hamzah pulled you in again. “forever.” tears forming in his eyes as he thought about how you wouldn’t have to go through this if it weren’t for him.

. 𖥔 ♡ ݁ ˖

after a few days of calming down and you and hamzah being able to have an actual conversation, he invited you to the podcast to speak your peace, and although you didn’t have much to say you accepted his request.

and when it came to discussing the boundaries you two were putting up the viewers, you swore you’ve never seen him so serious and upset on camera before. he really didn’t play about you and he needed the world to know it. “you guys act like if she weren’t here that you’d be next in line or something.” hamzah babbled into the mic, essentially going on a 10 minute tangent about how you’re just that girl, his girl.

you and martin awkwardly listened as hamzah kept boasting about you and putting down the losers who thought it was okay to ruin your privacy. “okay hamzah,” you cut him off. “i think they get it.” you giggled.

“just making sure there’s no room for confusion.”

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞dating seventeen

✰ pairings: ot13!seventeen x fem!reader

✰ genre: tooth rotting fluff

✰ warnings: mentions of reader having a bad day in some, mentions of food. lemme know if you feel like there’s any more.

✰ word count: 2k + words

౨₊ৎ seungcheol

acts clingy. it’s usually him that initiates skinship and you wouldn’t find a single photo of the two of you without him hugging, leaning on you or simple just holding you. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you initiate it. in fact he enjoys it so much but does not act like that sometimes because he feels too shy. after knowing him for quite a long time, you know it’s him when he keeps a hand over your back. or he simple has an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders when he sits beside you. the most common is him laying on top of you when he returns home after a busy schedule.

“hey sweetheart,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and plops down beside you. his arm eventually finding it’s way to you and pulling you in his embrace. “it was so tiring today, y’know?” he begins his rambles all the while keeping his hand firmly wrapped around your back.

౨₊ৎ jeonghan

he’s gentle and patient with you. to the outside world he may look short tempered, but with you it’s like he becomes a different personality. he’s so much more softer and often encourages you to talk resulting in him being the listener. his attentiveness, soft murmurs of appreciation and kisses on your jaw as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck— all of it leads to the way he never loses his calm around you, as well as his effort to not to.

“had a long day, angel?” he whispers, cupping your face and pressing his lips to your forehead for a few seconds before pulling away. he doesn’t let you reply, judging the way your eyes are already dropping and without a word he helps you do your night routine and tucks you in the bed, “sleep well, okay?” he mumbles trying to keep his voice no louder than what he could hear so he doesn’t end up waking you.

౨₊ৎ joshua

he tends to be observant. call it his nature, but. you’ll never find joshua bringing home a wrong order of your coffee or the flavour of ice cream you don’t like. he likes to take note of things you love and the ones you hate. he’s been doing this ever since the two of you started dating and it’s no wonder that he has now made nearly a foot long list. another habit of his is to call you when he’s dilemma. he thinks that whatever you say is right. he feel’s it your ‘woman instinct’ because when you do say something seriously, he will NEVER ignore it.

“i brought you your favourite sandwiches with some waffles! thought you’d need those,” his enthusiastic tone never fails to brighten the days and his eyes— that trail over your face and the way he knows exactly how you’re feeling just by the lowering of your eyebrows; is all too familiar. and he'd also know when you're not feeling so good. he’ll tend to caress your hair and press you close to his chest while he asks you what's wrong.

౨₊ৎ jun

he may not seem like it, but he loves to pester you in the public or around friends while calling you cheesy nicknames, he does cringe at himself later on. he’ll be doing nothing and will still manage to think about things he’ll plan to say to you when he meets you. he loves cracking jokes even though they’re lame just to get a reaction out of you and he feels prideful when he manages to make you laugh. he thinks it’s one of the best unmatched feelings in the world.

“hey sugar,” he whistles and takes a seat beside you, a scoff escaping your lips which later turns into laughter when he tickles you hard. he stares at you in the eye for a minute or so before looking away because he still can’t hold the eye contact as you still manage to make him nervous.

౨₊ৎ hoshi

is your number one hype boy. he never, i repeat, never fails to give you random aggressive compliments throughout the day. and on days when you feel self-conscious he’ll use his pretty little brain to form words that do nothing but only encourage you. call him even at 3am, he’ll pick up the calls because it’s you ( it’s giving priorities ). loves gifting you things randomly at alternate days or whenever he finds something that reminds you of him and when you ask him why, he always replies with a ‘there’s never a bad day for gifts.’

“baby how come you look so beautiful?” he says those words so casually that it makes you speechless. he says those while staring at you through the mirror. one hand on the chair you sit while the other is on your shoulder. he looks at you with so much love, he treats you with so much love that you don’t think you could love anyone else like you love him.

౨₊ৎ wonwoo

when i say he’s protective, i mean the kind of protective that always holds on to your hand in crowded places, where he makes sure to blow on the food twice before feeding it to you or one where he simply just ties your hair when your hands are full. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know his limits. he’s the kind of boyfriend that gives you space when you need and supports your decisions. he always has your back, so there’s no need to worry. regardless of what happened, he’ll always be there for you and listen to you when you want him to.

“did you eat?” he shakes his head in disappointment at your answer before pulling out a pan. “try it,” he suggest a few minutes later and blows on the spoon before feeding it to, his finger immediately wiping the spill off the corner of your lips and he gives you that chuckle when you stare at him for too long. “you shouldn’t skip meals next time, okay?” he mutters as he watches you dig into the food.

౨₊ৎ woozi

this man right here might be the busiest, but he always ensures that he has enough time for you especially when you need him. he would just be working on a track with you sitting on the couch behind him and talking to him, telling him about things that were troubling you and he will not hesitate to pause and turn around before listening intently.

“come here,” he says while pulling you to his office chair and making you sit on his lap the koala style. he rocks your back while peppering your face with kisses just to cheer you up. maintains his patience around you and encourages you talk more freely with him.

౨₊ৎ dokyeom

the type of boyfriend to intentionally match with you while going on a date and later pretending to hate it. loves buying matching jewellery for the two of you and he feels so happy when he sees you wear something he gifted you. it makes him feel that there’s a part of him that’s always with you. another thing he’ll do is randomly grab your hand and kiss it whenever he feels like it.

“morning my love,” he mumbles and pulls you closer to his embrace even though he is still half-asleep. he would then caress your face with a soft smile and would insist on staying in rather than going out on the weekends. he says it’s his favourite place.

౨₊ৎ mingyu

feeds you with his love and handmade food, these are his two main love languages. he’d cook you breakfast in bed no matter how your day is going but in hopes that it gets happier and better because of him. mingyu is a man who loves skinship and won’t hesitate to do so in public as well. always remembers what you like or don’t, and gives you all his attention when you’re talking, no matter how boring the topic is, you’ll never find his eyes away from your face while you talk.

“really?” he hums questionably while brushing your hair as you rant to him about all the incidents that happened. his touch is soft like a feather yet knowing it’s him it's enough to make you feel at ease.

౨₊ৎ minghao

i feel like with hao the two of you have intimate moments quite often. be it randomly taking walks at night or sharing a tub of ice cream, the two of you never fail to stay on your own anr often end up inviting the other one over. your favourite dates are watching movies with him all night long in your bed and just having a good laugh or cry depending on the genre. hao is a person who would trust his partner wholeheartedly. so he isn’t afraid to show you his vulnerable side and that he does like being babied.

“i like this ice cream,” he hums in delight while sending you a grin, making you grin back just as enthusiastically. there’s a mischievous glint on his face as he tackles you to the couch before tickling you till your lungs burst out of immense joy.

౨₊ৎ seungkwan

while seungkwan does like to joke around pretty often and imitate you frequently ( almost every other hour ) he is a supportive partner. he won’t hesitate to listen carefully and give his opinions and provide suggestions. when in doubt, seungkwan is always there for you. at times it might be hard to talk to him because the topic might be sensitive to you, but seungkwan knows you well. he’ll give you time or just give you a hug and stay like that as you talk. it’s nothing in this world that he’d want other than you being comfortable with talking out your problems with him

“i’m sorry, did you have a bad day?” he mutters as he watches you stomp your way to the couch. wordlessly, he follows you before sitting beside you and just takes your hand in his. “do you want to talk about it?”

౨₊ৎ vernon

vernon is a guy of few words. or so you thought. once you get to know him well you can’t help but laugh at even the lamest jokes that he says. he’s like a mood setter. always improving your mood everyday. although there are times where you fail to understand each other, bur vernon makes sure to sit down and discuss everything calmly.

“what does a house wear?” he begins making you groan and before he could finish the joke he starts laughing, “address! this one’s funny,” he wipes away that tear and it’s hard to hold in your laugh when you make eye contact. it’s like an immediate response and you can’t help but smack his knee for it.

౨₊ৎ dino

being the youngest he always did feel like he had some kind of responsibility and it’s been the exact same in your relationship. when you’re with him, dino is extremely careful. he’ll make sure to wear a jacket so he can give it to you when you’re cold. he shows his affection by giving you handmade gifts like letters, paper flowers, chocolate boxes and on days like valentines’ be prepared for a whole bunch of boxes all for you.

“i told you to not to wear heels,” he pouts a bit as he applies bandages to your bruised up heels. when he’s done he pretends to be angry and huffs loudly but fails to do so and ends up ruffling your hair more affectionately than you expected.