#especially cause i was supposed to have a roomate

[casperghosty]

I'm sooo done 😭😫🤧. yesterday coming back from the city my mom and I were hit with a storm, we weren't able to do shit just fucjing take rain and wind hitting us in 90°, we were dripping wet and still had at least a 15 minutes walk home. We make managed to get into a driveway of a house and stand under the roof, but it was too late everything was wet 😭😭 including my brand new green vans 🤧 they were so pretty.

if the rain hits us earlier we could've gotten inot a pub next to the train station, but it happened so fast ??! we saw the clouds than heard rumbling, 2 minutes and BOOM a storm (and literally boom cause we live very close to the river and some lightnings were soo loud I think they hit it)

I love storms but not when I'm in the middle of it helpless. the worst part, since our vacation home is outside the city next to a lots of trees a bunch fell out cutting the electric and wifi, the wifi they worked sooo hard to do 😭😭

they managed to get the electricity back (thank God one of our neighbors is working with fixing electricity) but I asked his son whom helps with the wifi and he said it could take a while... and it's end of summer so they probably won't fix it anytime soon 🙃

I'm so angry, so far my laptop had great wifi, I was worried about gme cause my phone doesn't connect to the wifi as well as the laptop, and yes from maybe two days I'll have unlimited mobile data and I could use it as Hotspot but idk how well it'll work here, I'm currently from mobile and it's shit.... might go to stay at my aunt's cause after paying so much there is no fucking way I'll miss even a second of gme

[luvyeni]

❛LIFE AFTER❜ ( 00' liners )

p. roommate!00'liners x fem!reader w. 3.6k+

— 𖦹 warnings. multiple sex scene, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, jealous renjun (bro has it out for haechan)

— 𖦹 ( life with your roomates after what happened previously ) !

authors note. people were asking for a part 2 so i had to deliver.

You threw your head back , jaemins head buried in between your legs — his tongue licking your folds as his nose bumped against your clit. “Ja-jaemin fuck , more.” He held your legs open , holding your stomach down as you squirmed. “Fuck im gonna cum!” You screamed , legs shaking as you came on his tongue.

“Oh fuck!”

He pulled away with that same condescending smirk he wore every time he ate you out. “Jesus princess , you’re gonna pull my hair out of you keep gripping it like that.” You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

You felt his cock twitching against you , reaching down to stroke him through his pants. “Sh-shit don’t.” He grabbed your hand. “Why not?” you questioned. “as much as I want bury my cock it your pretty pussy , I have class.” He said. “you’re gonna go the class hard.”

He shrugged , standing up on the bed. “Not like I haven’t before , it really helps with the ladies.” He wiggled his eyes brows , causing you to roll your eyes once again. “you jealous princess?” he smirked  , you scoffed.  “And why would I be jealous?” you slid your panties back on. “Oh yeah that’s right , you have three other alternatives.” He said — just as jeno walked into your room. “there goes one of them.”

It had been a long time since it was supposed to be a “one time thing” with your roommates — many times you’ve found yourself in jeno’s and jaemins bed , or haechan sneaking inside your room at night whining about how horny he was , asking you to help him out — which you almost always did.

Renjun on the other hand — he never really came to you , more like you went to him. He never denied you , or course not , he would never miss the opportunity to fuck you or have you go down on him , especially whenever he was stressed.

“Sorry sweet , can’t fuck you today , I have a class as well.” Jeno eyed your half naked body. “when have any of you cared about school that much?” you pouted. “haechan is on his way, you know he’s never not ready to fuck you.” Jeno said. “fine , and when I start fucking him only don’t say anything.” They both scoffed , seeing your bluff. “Jaemin , you know what I can miss a day , what about you?”

Jaemin smirked , you looked in between the both of them confused. “Yeah , it just a regular class , I can watch online.” Before you even ask what they were talking about , jeno was picking your body up , you yelped in surprise. “Jeno!” He held you down against his hardening cock. “You want cock so much , how about taking two?”

It was always just you and one of them , but the thought of two of them made your panties soak. “Look at her eyes , going dumb just by the thought.” Jaemin snickered,  his cock in front of your face. “that’s what you want to take two cocks at the same time -hm- like a slut?” you grinded down on jeno cock , he groaned out , slapping your ass , gripping it. “Sh-shit jeno.”

He lifted you up , pulling his cock out from his underwear and sweats , jerking his cock , slapping his head against your ass. “gonna fuck this cunt.” He pulled your panties to the side — his cockhead rubbing against your folds. “treat you like the whore you arm.” He abruptly pushed you down on his cock , both of you moaning out. “fu-fuck , pussy is so good.”

He pushed you down on your cock , the burn from his cock stretching you out deliciously. “that’s it , take my fat cock.” You moved your hips up and down , lifting your shirt up , sucking on you boobs that bounced on his face.

Meanwhile , jaemin was teasing you — his cock long freed from his pants , tapping against your lips , leaving behind a trail of his pre-cum. “you want my cock down your throat princess , want me to abuse your mouth while fucks you cunt.” He pushed his tip into your mouth. “fuuuuck , your mouth is so warm.” He groaned , sliding his cock into your mouth.

He slowly fucked into your mouth , occasionally hitting the back of your throat every time jeno fucked up into your hole. “God your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned. “gotta fuck your mouth often.” Jeno slapped your ass. “M'shit , your pussy is choking my cock , gonna cum inside you.”

He lifted his legs up , getting a better angle as he fucked you , you cursed , your words being muffled by jaemins cock. “Sh-shit keep doing that , she’s moaning like a slut on my dick.” He threw his head back. “Fuck! Im gonna cum down your throat.”

He grabbed the back of your head , pushing it all the way down , using your mouth like some sort of toy , before you felt his cum shoot to the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” he cursed , pulling out , jerking off his still hard cock , more cum shooting from his red cock on to your lips , all the way up to your lips. “Look at you , nasty baby , gonna let jeno cum inside?”

“Y-yes.” You yelled out , feeling yourself about to cum. “i-im gonna fucking cum.” Jeno rutted his hips up faster. “Jeno -fuck- jeno im cumming!” you let out a pornographic scream , legs shaking , falling over as you came. “shaking like a leaf on my cock.” He laughed. “Jae she really a little slut.”

“Sh-shit im gonna cum.” Jeno hissed , pressing you down , nuzzling his cock deep inside as he came. “take my fucking cum slut , take it like the cumdump you are.” He fully emptied himself inside you — thank god for birth control.

“You have a filthy mouth.” You hissed as jeno cleaned you up. “me, had your mouth not been full of cock we both know your mouth is just as filthy as mines.” He helped you get dressed. You turned to jaemin who was resting on your bed. “did I say you can sleep here?” he opened one eyes before speaking.

“you just sucked the soul out of me , I did a nap and your room is the most comfortable." He closed his eyes — you turned to jeno who shook his head. “im gonna go watch the class online , since someone made me miss a class.” He said walking out of the room.

Renjun walked through the door , dropping his bag tiredly , his classes had worn him out — he just wanted to fall asleep in his bed , he didn’t even have the energy to fix himself some food , going straight to his room to sleep.

Well at least that’s what he wanted , to take a nice sleep — but instead he had to listen to you scream on the other side of his wall as his other two roommates fucked you. “sh-shit.” He could feel his cock stirring awake in his sweats , your moans were like music to his ears , bringing his hand to palm his cock. “No.” he stopped himself , he wasn’t gonna do that , turning on his side,  taking his pillow to cover his ear to block out the sounds.

By the time you guys were done , he was no longer even tired , he was hard a fuck and desperate to relieve himself — maybe he could ask you. You always came go him , he was too nervous to ask , but he knew he’d end up fucking his hand until his wrist grew tired if he tried to jerk off.

After playing mental gymnastics in his hand , he got up making his way put his bedroom to knock on yours. “come in.” he heard your soft voice , smiling to himself as he opened the door , stepping in , his smile immediately dropping as he looked at the scene in front of him.

You sat on your bed , scrolling through phone , half naked — while a half naked jaemin slept beside you. “o-oh shit im sorry.” He said , turning. “we aren’t doing anything , he’s sleep how can I help you?” He stared at your bare thighs,  wanting nothing more to than burry his head in between them , but he couldn’t cause of jaemin — lord he hated jaemin right now.

“O-oh n-nothing I was wondering if you wanted to get take out?” he said , cursing himself out in his head. “Sure , whatever you want is fine.” He nodded , taking a quick last peek at your thighs before making his way out of the room , shutting the door. “you know he wanted to fuck right?”

You slightly jumped , turning to him. “you scared me.” You slapped his chest. “And what do you know?” You said. “because im a man , I saw that look in his eyes.” He sat up. “how did you see anything if you were sleep.” You rolled your eyes. “call is a sixth sense.” He pinched your thigh , you slapped his hand. “that hurt.”

“Let me kiss it better.” He kissed your thigh. “I know what you’re doing.” He smirked against your thigh , before placing another kiss , spreading your legs. “good then we can skip that part.” He lowered his head in between your thighs.

“I'm home now , i just in.” you held the bags in your hand , making your way to your room — shopping tired you out and all you wanted was to lay down and watch tv in your bed.

Your door was open — that was strange , you always kept it closed. You walked up to the door , hearing a loud curse , realizing who it was , kicking the door open. “haechan how many times have I told you not to come into my room to use my computer.”

He turned in your chair , smiling. “I was waiting for you to come home.” He said. “I missed you.” He whined. “shut up mark.” He spoke through his headset.  “Wow you’re really comfortable — get out.” You dropped your bags. “Im tired and I don’t want to hear you yelling at mark right now.”

You heard him say goodbye to mark , as you got undress to your underwear , climbing into bed — feeling a dip right after.  “haechan I said — but I want you.” He whined in your ear.  “I waited all day for you.” You could feel him grinding his cock against your thigh , it made you smirk. “yeah?”

You brought your hand to his hard on squeezing it in your palm , he moaned. “what do you want.” You palmed him , he tried his best not to grind against your hand so he wouldn’t cum. “i-I want to f-fuck you , p-please.” He stuttered out. “Please.”

He sounded so cute begging for you like that , humping you leg. “keep humping my thigh , then maybe i'll let you fuck me.” He whined , annoyed. “Y-y/n why?” he pouted , still not stopping his movements though. “because I like watching you act like a bunny in heat.” You teased. “fucking my thigh like it’s the last thing you’ll ever fuck.” You bit his ear lobe , his hips stuttered against your leg. “fuck?”

He felt his front becoming wet , his ears turning red — he’d just came in his pants like a teenager. “good boy.” You praised. “you can fuck me now.” He wasted no time , ripping his pants  off , throwing them along with his ruined underwear , climbing in between your legs. “Slow down hyuck , im not going anywhere.”

“I’m so horny.” He pressed his needy tip at your entrance. “I can’t help it.” He pushed into your waiting hole. “of fuck , I can’t.” He felt like he was going crazy the way your cunt gripped him like vice. “your pussy is too tight.” You moaned , as he rutted into your hole. “fu-fuck hyuck your so big.”

He reached between your sweaty bodies , rubbing your hard clit. “oh fuck hyuck im gonna cum , fuck!” you shouted  , he sped up his movements. “m-me too , I want you to cum first.” He stuttered. “Cum first.” He rubbed harsher circles on your clit. “fuck im cumming!” You moaned , tightening your legs around his waist as you came. “fu-fuck cum inside me hyuck.”

“Shit.” He cursed upon hearing your lewd words.  “fuck im cumming.” He emptied himself inside you , rutting his hips a few times to ride out his high, before pulling out his softening cock.

“Didn’t know you had a breeding kink.” He teased , you rolled your eyes. “Don’t tease me when you came all over  yourself not only 20 minutes ago.” He shrugged , nestling into your side. “no shame in my game , not every day a bad bitch lets you hump her thigh.” You laughed. “you are so corny.”

“Good morning lazy bums.” You walked into the kitchen where everyone was. “its 11:30 , and we’re the lazy bums , do you even go to school?” Jaemin joked. “when absolutely necessary.” You grabbed a yogurt from the fridge . “I need my beauty sleep.” You said.

“Or maybe you need to stop fucking haechan 4 o’clock in the morning.” Jeno said , both of you turned to him. “what I do in her bedroom is none of your business.” He said , with his mouth full of cereal. “it is when its 4 o’clock in the morning.” Renjun muttered, he was quietly sitting at the table , watching you. “Are you just upset that it's not you?” hyuck teased, you slapped his hand. “Go get ready.” You said. “Before I tell everyone what you did the other day.” He quickly got up , making his way into his room. “he doesn’t know you told us already.” You shook your head. “I have few more errands , don’t tell him just yet.”

“do you have class today?” you asked renjun once you both were alone , he shook his head — he’d been doing that a lot lately , only using head , or really short answers. “No.”

He stood up , putting his dish in the sink. “im going back to my room.” He said before making his way back to his cave where could be alone.

He didn’t mean to be so rude , he knew he shouldn’t be jealous , it’s not that he hated what you were doing , he just wish he could come to you like they could , without getting nervous — like how haechan did , fuck sometimes he wanted to stuff his mouth with socks.

Jeno and jaemin he had no problem with them , at least they didn’t be smug assholes about it — bur hyuck , he had to let everyone know what was going on , tease him to his face , mock him , it just pissed him off.

It pissed him off always hearing you moan his name , how much a dick he’d be in the morning after. “fuck.” He groaned , the mere thought of your moans turned him on , so desperately wanting to feel you again.

You knocked on his door , waiting for him to answer. “Jun.” you called , he opened the door. “yes?” He stuck his head out. “I just wanted to ask if you’re okay?” no he was horny as hell , and wanted to beat haechan up. “im fine.”

“you sure , you just seem.” You started. “Seem what?” he said. “well like you are — upset?” he interrupted. “well yeah.” You said. “are you?” You asked. “yes.” He said , your lips parted to speak. “is that not what you wanted me to say?” he said. “that everything was just fine when it’s not.” He was now out of the room , backing you against your bedrooms door. “just like always.”

You didn’t know why , but his new change of attitude was turning you on. “w-well why are you upset?” you tried not to stutter but he pressed against you,  his breath fanning against your face. “You want know princess , you really want to know?” fuck that nickname almost made your knees buckle. “Because im horny as fuck. He said.

“Im horny as fuck , and every time I want to come to you , you’re always busy , or too busy fucking haechan to even notice.” His hand running up your arm , causing you to shiver. “He’s always in the way , I don’t care about the others , but it’s always him.” His lips were so close to yours. “im so sick of him.” He pressed his lips against yours.

He opened the door — you stumbled back but he caught you , not breaking the kiss until you reached the bed. “sit down.” He pushed you down , sitting in front of your legs , spreading them. “he talks so much shit about how he does this better , m’gonna show him.” He pulled down your panties. “such a wet cunt.” He licked your folds. “taste so good.” He dove right in , licking at your cunt , using his thumb to rubbed at your clit.

You threw your head , back holding his head. He was better than hyuck , but you’d never tell , you were trying  to start world war three in the apartment.  “so fucking good jun.” he hummed against your cunt. “shit.”

He added a finger , thrusting slowly in your cunt , sucking at your clit. “fuck jun im gonna cum!” he gave you the okay , your legs stiffened as you came. “oh my god.” You gasped , he pulled away , his lips glossy.

He didn’t mutter a word , pushing you back against the bed , climbing on top of you. “re-rejun , please.” You begged. “Please fuck me.” He palmed himself , releasing his hard cock. “Do you even deserve it?” He rubbed himself against your heat. “I don’t think you do.”

“pl-please , I want it.” You moaned , he slowly push his cock into your hole , stopping at his tip. “you want the hole thing?” he teased , slowly fucking you with his tip. “re-renjun please.” Tears wielding in your eyes. “awe are you crying.” He teased. “you want my cock that bad?” you nodded. “pl-please.”

He pushed himself all the way in , bottoming out. “fuck such a nice cunt.” He moved his hips , dragging his cock in and out of your hole. “nice and tight.” He groaned. “f-faster.” You cried , he began to snap his hips against yours , pinching your nipples. “Fu-fuck im not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that.”

You were overwhelmed , ready to cum at any moment. “you gonna cum princess?” he said. “cum all over my cock? Do it , cum.” He commanded , and with that you came , tightening around him. “oh shit , im gonna cum.” He grunted. “shit.”

You felt his seed pour inside you , you sighed at the feeling. “so good.” He stilled his hips , making sure he was empty , before pulling out. “shit.” He watched it leak out of you. “that’s so hot.”

He helped you get dressed — putting on your clothes back on , you sat up in the bed , pulling him back down on the bed. “what?” You pushed him down , to lay down. “maybe if you stayed , haechan wouldn’t always be here to keep me company.”

His face turned red , you laughed. “if you want to come hang out with me , then just ask, you don’t have to make this whole thing weird , you see me and jaemin , we hang out all the time.” You said. “even when we aren’t you know.”

“Then let’s go somewhere, tomorrow.” He asked , just as the door opened. “yeah let’s go.” Hyuck walked in , renjun was about to get up , but you stopped him. “hyuck , I love you but not today.” The boy pouted. “why not , he’s about to leave isn’t he?” You shook your head. “no , he’s staying here and hanging out with me , we can hang out later on , now go.” You sent the pouting boy on his way , you turned to him with a smile.

“Now what should we do?”

©️LUVYENI

[poppadom0912]

FBI

Characters: Kelly Severide x Reader, half of firehouse 51

Warnings: Brief mentions of a crime idk.

Summary: This wasn't exactly what they were thinking when an fbi agent strolled into their firehouse.

A/N: I had such a nice plan for this little beauty but then I messed up and then I remembered I had homework due tomorrow that I haven't done so please enjoy this ugly piece of writing. Kinda don't want to publish this but I need to feed you lot before I get swamped in holiday homework.

"Hey, I'm looking for a Kelly Severide."

You said, asking the first person you found. It was your first time in the firehouse and this definitely wasn't how you planned it to be but you could make this work.

"Lieutenant Kelly Severide?" The woman rose her brow, her voice coming across as soft as she looked. You couldn't deny she was pretty and taking into account her blonde hair and the word paramedic on her uniform caused your brows to rise ever so slightly.

"Oh! You must be Sylvie Brett." You smiled, holding out your hand for the paramedic to shake which she did with much confusion and slight fear. "Agent Y/N Y/L/N."

"You work for the fbi." She stated, fidgeting with her fingers once your hands were released. It was clear she was shocked and you could understand why; your gun in its holster, your shiny golden badge and the bold yellow letters printed on the back of your government issued jacket.

"Yes I do." You replied with a tight lipped smile, annoyed that your job was the first impression everyone at the firehouse would be getting from you; these men and women were family to Kelly and greeting them for the first time ever in your uniform wasn't what you wanted.

Before Sylvie could fully shake off her shock, someone butted into the conversation, having spotted and recognising you.

"Y/N, you're back." Matt smiled, his arms wide inviting your for a hug which you immediately accepted. The captain was the one person in Kelly's life that knew of your existence since there was no hiding you from his roomate, especially since your stay became more permanent.

The hug was what caught everyone's attention. Sylvie talking to someone was normal but Matt hugging a stranger wasn't, hence all the heads turning and when all their eyes widened, you weren't surprised.

"Feds." Two men whispered in sync upon laying eyes on you, the others stood out of their seats and came around to you in the middle of the common room.

"What do the feds want with us now?" One man asked, crossing his arms with an attitude that you could smell from a mile away. Maybe it was his accent or it could've been his snarky tone which got him a quick reprimand from the captain but you knew his name.

"Christopher Herrmann, right?" You pointed at him, your smile brightening when he did a double take at the name you guessed correct.

"It's probably creepy that I know all your names and I really wished that we could've met under better circumstances but I will explain everything." You said, sheepishly smiling at the very confused group of firefighters.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" Kelly noticed you from afar, it was hard not to recognise the three yellow letter the second he turned the corner.

Within seconds, Kelly enveloped you into his arms and despite the reputation that you wanted to maintain, you folded and accepted the hug, wrapping your arms around his waist, contently inhaling the comforting scent that always followed your boyfriend.

"Okay I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You replied automatically, not even thinking about leaving out the agent. Biting the inside of your lip, you internally cursed at yourself.

"She's my girlfriend." Kelly smirked, his arm happily resting across your shoulders where he could keep you close to him. "Whose actually supposed to be in Texas right about now, what happened?"

"Everything's fine. We apprehended our guy earlier than expected and there might've been a gunfight and there's a small possibility I was in the middle but a graze is nothing." You said with ease since it was your job and you loved everything it entailed but to your crowd, you seemed like a lunatic and a hero combined in one.

"You're kidding." Kelly looked down at you in concern, his heart rate picking up at the mere thought of you getting hurt, even if you brushed it off as a papercut.

Before you could explain further that a graze inflicted zero pain, a man you could name purely based off the aura that surrounded him entered the common room.

"Agent, what can we do for you?" The tallest man came forward and asked, his hands shaking yours before they were on his hips. From his stance and the way his voice was so gentle but commandeering made it easy for you to deduce his position in the firehouse; it also helped that Kelly continuously boasted about the men and women of 51.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your day chief." You firstly apologised, sheepishly smiling at the firefighters who were shocked at Kelly's arm still wrapped around your waist. "I need nothing but a few minutes with lieutenant Severide and I'll be out your hair."

"Don't be silly." Kelly shook his head, looking down at you with a slight frown. "Why don't you stay for lunch, you can't just appear out of nowhere and not eat with us."

"I have so much paperwork I left behind. My boss will have my throat if they're not done." You tried fighting Kelly but he looked at you with such big eyes that you wanted to drown yourself in and a slight pout was making itself known and before you knew it, you were caving in.

"Alright, just a few bites and then I have to go."

It was safe to say, some feds were okay.

[bubbleebubz]

Save me professor pt.2

Word count: 2,915!

Pt.1

15+++

Warnings!! Smutt!!! Oral sex (male and female receiving), wet dreams (again), dom spencer, petnames, praise, a little degradation at the end. Reader is a virgin.

Y/N had just been kicked out of her mother's house after her mom has a schizophrenic break and moves to Flordia leaving her to fend for herself. Her professor can't bare seeing Y/N in such a state, and offers her to stay in his guest bedroom, can they be roomates without his dark desires taking control?

I wake up drenched in sweat, hyperventilating.

I throw the covers off of me, sitting up and looking around the room.

My heart beat is racing, no matter what I do to calm it down.

I feel the tears prick from behind my eyes, as I get out of bed tip towing down the hall to Spencer's room.

I knock.

Once.

Then twice, no answer.

"Gah" I sigh, I need him, I don't know what's happening to me.

I begin to sob silently.

I reach to his door knob with shaky hands, twisting it slowly.

Before opening it silently, continuing to tip toe to his bed, to see him laying on his side.

I place a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him, "spencer" I whisper.

He wakes up, looking at me with tired eyes.

"What's wrong Y/N? You ok?" He asks worriedly with a groggy voice, sitting up immediately with worry in his eyes.

I shake my head, unable to form words as the tears begin to fall harder than ever, everything comes crashing down.

He wraps me into a tight hug, pulling me to straddle his lap.

I sob into his neck as he rocks me back and forth.

"S-Spence?" I ask in a shaky voice.

"Hmm?" He says sweetly, still holding me tight.

"What's happening to m-me?" I ask scaredly.

"I think your having a panic attack sweetheart" He said.

I sob again.

"It's normal though honey, especially since what you're going through." He says, rubbing my back.

I nod and inhale his foresty scent, relaxing me.

I giggle through the tears. "I feel like such a baby today, I'm crying so much" I say annoyed by myself.

He shakes his head and chuckles.

"You've been through a lot in the last 48 hours, you have every right to cry sweets, you can talk to me you know that." He says sweetly.

I blush at the petnames making him chuckle.

"You feeling better?" He asks.

I nod a bit.

"Mmm can I sleep with you please Spence?" I ask shyly, burying my face in his neck.

"Ofcourse baby" He says laying back down with me still in his lap, I'm sat up straddling his hips, I'm blush hard.

"I-i jua-" I move off of him quickly.

"Sorry." I mumble shyly.

"S'ok Y/N, come're" He chuckles bringing me to cuddle him.

I let out a breathy moan finally relaxing, making him smile.

"Goodnight Princess" He says quietly.

"Night Spence" I sigh, finally falling back asleep.

When I was up again it was to the sound of music.

The neighborhood, Flawless.

I go out to the kitchen to see where the music is coming from, and see Spencer dancing in the kitchen, terribly, while using a whisk as a microphone.

I couldn't control my giggle. He freezes and turns to me. "AH? you were supposed to be asleep! So I could make you breakfast in bed" He says after getting spooked.

"Your dancing-" I begin. "I know. So sexy right" He says, playfully winking at me while walking over to me, I feel my cheeks flush.

He backs me up into a wall "here. Lick this off for me" He says, lifting up the whisk, which has chocolate chip pancake batter.

I lick the batter off while looking him in the eyes, making his mouth open slightly and let out a breathless groan, making me flush even more.

"Good girl" He says before turning back to the kitchen, and putting the whisk in the sink.

I whimper slightly at the praise.

"You like chocolate chip pancakes?" He asks, I nod happily.

He chuckles.

I walk over to the island stool and sit down.

"Thanks letting me sleep with you last night" I say, causing him to smirk.

"I MEAN LETTING ME SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS YOU" I jump at my slip up and me and him both break out in a fit of laughter.

Once we calm down he asks "wanna watch a movie with breakfast-" then checks his watch "-well lunch" He chuckles.

My eyes widen, "what time is it?" I ask, surprised when the clock read 12:45.

"I mean you did pull an all night, and had many bad dreams sweetheart" He said, handing me a plate.

"Thanks, and yeah I guess so" I say while graciously taking the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries and pineapple.

"RAH I love pineapple" I say happily.

"Here then" He says, adding much more to my plate.

"thank you!!!!" I say happily walking to the living room.

Sitting on the couch.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks, sitting down next to me.

I stay silent, thinking for a second.

"I have no idea, click the randomizer thingy on netflix" I say giggling.

He clicks the randomize button and a movie plays.

"What one is it?" I ask.

"Let's not look, it'll be a surprise maybe then?" He says grinning. I nod agreeing, diving into the pineapples.

"Y/N, eat your pancakes first, your gonna fill up on the pineapples" He chuckles.

I stick my tongue out and but do as told.

"Did you know that eating pineapple improves your bone health and can reduce breast cancer? Oh and it makes your pussy taste sweet." He says the last part in my ear making me shudder before he continues watching the movie.

I pop another peice in my mouth slowly turning to look at him.

He places his hand on my thigh and squeezes it gently. "Pay attention, the movie has started" He says not removing his eyes from the television.

I look back up to the TV and see that the random movie turned out to be Final Destination part one.

This movie always creeps me out.

The plane scene happens causing me to hide my face in Spencer's chest.

"Do you wanna shut it off baby? Hm?" He asks, rubbing down the back of my head.

I shake my head no.

"Words Y/N, if your to spooked we can change it" He says again.

"No I'm ok, I just don't like this part" I chuckle shyly.

I pull my face away awkwardly.

"Sorry" I mumble.

Mid movie I fall asleep, after the movie ends he changes it to what ever he wants and I move cuasing my head to fall onto his shoulder.

He moves slightly, so he can lay down on his side, with me next to him.

I wiggle back into him, in need of warmth, causing my ass to ground against his crotch, making him groan quietly.

"Fuck" He mumbles.

"Y/N" He says trying to wake me up.

He picks me up, stirring me awake.

"Hm? Where are we going sir?" I ask, still sleepy, my head over his shoulder.

"To bed baby, we are gonna take a nap." He whispers.

"Mmm can I go into your room instead, I don't want to have another bad dream yet" I mumble.

"Mhm" He says soothingly.

He lays me down and spoons me keeping me warm.

I fall back to sleep easily.

'S-Spencer please don't stop" she moans out in pleasure.

'Being such a good girl for me baby, your so tight around me' the man groans, his hips thrusting faster.

"Please Spence, wanna cum on your cock' she crys out. Causing him to groan as her walls flutters around his cock.

She writhes in pleasure on the brink of extacy.

"Y/N you gotta stop, you keep grinding on me and making those sweet moans." He groans in my ear.

I freeze.

"I'm so sorry sir, I must have been dreaming" I answer, shyly.

"Hmm, about me? I heard you say my name. Were you dreaming about me sweetheart?" He says seductively in my ear.

"I- nope" I lie, and blush hard.

"Don't lie to me baby." He says, turning so I'm under him.

"It was. It was about you." I admit shyly.

"What was it about?" He asks, eyes never leaving mine.

I blush harder, dreading having to explain my very. Very. Wet dream.

I groan out in embarrassment.

"You know what it was about, but it was an accident." I mumble awkwardly.

He shakes his head and chuckles. "Thats not what it sounded like" he says.

"Regardlessly. You got me hard princess." He says, looking down at himself. His now hard cock straining against his grey sweatpants. I whimper at how big the tent in his pants is.

"I-im sorry, what do I do?" I ask worriedly.

He laughs again.

"Your a virgin aren't you?" He says with a malicious grin.

I nod shyly.

"Good girl." He says again before getting up and standing next to the bed.

"Your going to stay that way for a little longer baby, need to punish you for teasing me so much." He says with a smirk.

"Now get on your knees." He says darkly.

I whimper at his tone and freeze in place, sat upon his bed.

"Now, sweetheart, I won't ask again." He says, this time a little more dominantly.

I get up quickly, and get on my knees infront of him, looking up at him in awe.

He was so beautiful.

"Good girl, you look so good on your knees for me baby" He says, caressing my cheek.

"What now sir?" I ask.

"Take my pants off." He says.

I slowly reach with shaky hands for the ties on his sweatpants and undo them, pulling them down. Leaving him in his shirt and black boxers.

He steps out of them, throwing them somewhere in his room.

I stare, mouth a gap at the size of his cock just through his boxers, i can see a wet spot of precum on them..

"Common baby, you can stare later, need you so bad right now." He says.

"I-ive never done this before so. Tell me if I'm doing it right please." I say, slowly reaching my hand to rub his clothed cock.

Causing him to hiss in pleasure. "I will baby" He says.

I finally pull his boxers down, his large cock springing free.

I can feel my clit throb.

Something I didn't know about myself til now was that I have an oral fixation.

I take his cock in my hand, pumping it slowly, in awe.

I lick the precum off of his tip and moan at the taste of him, causing him to shudder.

I begin to kiss his tip, suckling at it gently.

I get used to the feeling of him and take him deeper in my mouth.

Feeling my jaw begin to ache as I take him down my throat. Moaning around him.

Playing with his balls as I suck his cock.

"Mmm, so good baby, being such a good girl, taking my big cock down your throat like this." He moans, grabbing my Y/H/C hair and holding it into a makeshift ponytail, and slowly begining to fuck my mouth, making me gag.

"Relax your jaw sweetheart." He says, throwing his head back with a deep groan.

I look up at him, with tears running down my face.

I was loving this more than I thought I would.

As he fucks my mouth I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I moan in need.

"Gonna cum in your mouth okay baby? And your gonna swallow all my seed like a good little girl okay?" He says before releasing his essence down my throat.

I swallow every drop of it, moaning at the taste.

He pulls me up and sets me on the bed. And stands in front of me.

"You okay babygirl? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks sincerely, putting his hands in my cheeks.

I shake my head.

"I loved that" I moan out.

"Please sir, I need you so bad." I whine out.

" what do you need from me baby?" He asks teasingly.

"Want you to touch me" I moan out, looking up at him, with his hands still on my cheeks, as I look up at him.

"But I am touching you Y/N" He says with a smirk.

"No no I want you to touch me... there." I say shyly.

He chuckles at my neediness.

"Oh I see. Hmmm, okay, lay down for me baby." He says, stepping back from me, making me whine at the loss of his touch but comply to his request and lay down, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.

He removes his shirt, leaving him bare.

My eyes roam over his chest and torso, smiling at his happy trail.

He crawls onto the bed, hovering over me.

Leaning down to kiss me.

It was passionate and full of lust.

I moan into his mouth.

"Please Spence" I moan.

He chuckles and slowly backs away causing me to whine.

"Where are yo-" I begin to say before I'm cut off by him settling between my legs on his stomach, he runs his fingers over my clothed core, causing me to shudder.

He removes my- well technically his- sweatpants and groans at the sight of my glistening folds.

He runs his finger lightly over my clit, making my hips unvoluntarily buck.

"Please Spencer" I whine, the need becoming to much.

He chuckles again, dipping his head to my dripping pussy, licking a strip up it from my whole to my clit.

Causing me to moan and close my legs.

He wraps his arms around my thighs pinning my legs open and onto the bed.

He begins to eat me out like a starved man, lapping up everything I have to give him.

"Mm you taste so good baby" He groans into me, causing me to moan loudly.

He slowly enters a finger into me, making me wince at the intrusion.

"Fuck your so tight." He says.

He begins slowly pumping it in and out of me.

While licking and sucking my clit, his fingers find my G-spot and I whimper out a moan, the pleasure becoming to much once he adds a second finger.

My hands reach down to his hair and pull lightly making him moan.

"Spencer I- fuck, I'm gonna cum~" I moan out, this only makes him speed up, his fingers quickening.

I cum all over his face, drinking up all my juices.

"Fuck you taste so sweet, honey" He says, whipping what he couldn't get with his tongue off of his chin.

I moan at the sight of him

"There you go baby, now your ready" He says.

"Ready for what?" I ask confused.

"You didn't think this was over did you? We are just getting started honey." He chuckles out darkly.

I whimper.

"W-what?" I ask.

"You want my cock inside you don't you baby?" He says, hovering over me, wrapping my thighs around his lean waist.

I nod my head.

"Use your words." He says.

"Yes please sir" I moan in need.

He lines his hard cock up to my slick folds, slowly pushing in.

"Tell me if it hurts ok princess?" He says, I nod before remembering to use my words. "Yes sir" I whimper out.

"Good girl" his praise makes me clench down on his cock.

He slowly pushes every inch of him into me, until I'm full of him.

"Fuck, your so tight, such a good girl for me, taking me so well, letting me take your sweet little virginity." He groans in my ear.

I wince at the stretch.

Eventually I wiggle my hips, letting him know I'm ready for him to move.

He starts off agonizingly slow, causing me to whine, the pleasure and pain was so good, but I needed more.

"Please Spencer, faster" I moan.

He quickens his pace, making my mouth open, in a silent scream. "Fuck sir, God, feels so good, your so big, I cant" I cry out in pleasure, as he fastens his pace and pounds me harder into the mattress.

"Doing so good for me baby, taking my cock so well, making me feel so good" He groans, stuttering as he can feel his own orgasm coming.

"Gonna come Spence, please, fuck professor" I moan. I guess calling him 'professor' set him off, because he reaches down and begins to rub my clit while fucking into me hard. Causing me to scream and cum all over his cock.

"Cum inside me Spencer, please, I'm on the pill" I moan. Making him groan at the idea of filling me up.

I kiss him and down his jaw, listening to the filthy noises he is making, every groan moan and whimper is burnt into my brain, I feel his hot seed paint my walls, as he collapses beside me, pulling closer to him

"You ok baby?" He asks, tiredly.

I moan out a response.

He gets up making me whine.

"I'm gonna get a warm cloth okay baby?" He says, and walks away, he returns with the cloth and a cup of water.

"Drink." He says, handing it to me.

I take the cup and chug it down as he wipes the evidence of our actions between my legs away. Making me moan at the overestimating feeling.

"Was that okay baby?" I moan again in response as a yes. He laughs.

"Your really cock drunk right now aren't you baby? My little slut, you were so good for me baby" He says, pulling me close to him to cuddle as we fall asleep once again for the night

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[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 12

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*Grian's pov*

In the end it is not vigilantism or villainy that ends up being the hardest part of this act you have created.

It isn't even music production as even though Ariana's youtube's channel takes a lot of effort and skill you did not expect to need it is still not that big of an hassle once Mumbo decided to help you.

No, the biggest challenge yet is mundanity, Grian was only a being you created as a civilian identity to stand behind the other more interesting personan... You put thought into the other but you never thought too much about how to be a civilian.

You have created yourself an identity but you never prepared yourself for living with it and you are slowly realising that knowing from an outside perspective how to do something is much different from actually doing it...Also as the god of chaos the rules of reality tend to slightly bend around you which makes doing menial tasks paricularly complex...

...Case in point: Cooking. You thought it would be easy, you have seen others do it in the past so it shouldn't have been hard.

And yet, "shouldn't" is the key word.

"Mumbo? You are back...sooner then I expected"

"This...this is the time I normally come home"

"Oh ..."

"Grian, what?"

"Did your hair...lose...weight?"

"Grian? Are you cooking something?"

"Yeah ... You could say that"

"W-well mate, what do you mean by that?"

"I was cooking...before"

"Y-yeah? So? Did something happen? Did something break? 'Cause that's fine, mistakes happen."

"I uh...I might have burnt the water"

"What... ... How? That's uh... not possibile?????"

"The water just caught on fire"

"That's not- what??????"

Of course then he hears the clucking, great timing, this is humiliating.

"Is that... A chicken in the kitchen?"

"Nooo, why would there be chicken in the kitchen? That would be weird."

"... There is a chicken in the kitchen, why? How??"

"I tried to break an egg and a chicken popped put"

"... Was there something in my coffee? This just isn't...ok whatever, I'm done. We have a chicken now I guess, sure why not?"

"Uh... are you going to name it?"

"You birthed it, It's your responsability now. I'm going to bed and reconsidering my life now"

...You ended up calling the chicken Cluck, hardly original but you have never been good at creating very original names.

*Mumbo pov*

Grian is an... Interesting roomate. He's exceptionally smart sometimes, he knows a lot of the natural world and hystory... He says very specific scientific facts like they are common knowledge...

He's also extremely talented at singing, which is especially impressive since he's doing so at an higher pitch then his speaking voice... It's almost like he changes vocal cords... And his drag persona? Ariana? It's stunning. You can't believe how good it is.

...

...He's also, and you mean it in the nicest way possible, a weirdo. He's not creepy or anything like that but he's extremely bad at being a normal person. You wonder about his past sometimes but you refuse to bother him about it, you of all people should know why someone would like to keep their past a secret... still you do wonder, for a man who says to have no powers he sure acts like he does.

Despite everything though...you can't deny you are getting used to his presence, he was supposed to be an alibi for you to hide your villainy behind but... Ugh, you spoon! You shouldn't have gotten this attached to this guy and you are probably going to get more attached as time passes.

It's fine, you can deal with this, hiding behind him has always been plan z and plan a has yet to fail, your project will be a success.

And if anyone does try anything... There is a reason you are called the Boogeyman.

[storiesofsvu]

incoming personal rant about family bullshit, minor work bullshit and holiday bullshit. you're more than welcome to read/reply, you're also more than welcome to scroll on by, feel free to ignore my venting, i just need to get it out

so, as y'all know already, xmas is an extremely stressful and busy time, esp at work and in the industry. we have extra shifts, longer shifts, more complicated functions, everyone's tired, everyone's cold, everyone's sick of the entitled guests. we had group in on tuesday that had a $4500.00 bill and they didn't want to tip the service staff....

2 weeks ago i finally picked up when my mother called because i was finally #1: awake when she called, and #2: not at work and #3: had the mental energy to DEAL with the conversation. she said that my aunt was going out to sask to see my one cousin and we were invited, i declined (and already had) because it's like a fucking 18hr drive, and i didn't want to fly (and that wouldn't have helped, like, look at the airports). she asked if i thought i would come up there (for reference, it's important to know that i do not drive). i said no, i had a bunch of extra shifts, i only had three days off and wanted to spend them doing nothing, relaxing etc. she asks if i want her to come down here, i say no, that i only have three days off and already have plans with the girls from work who also aren't going home to have drinks, order pizza and watch shitty hallmark movies (not a lie).

I FIND OUT TODAY THAT SHE'S FUCKING COMING DOWN TO "SURPRISE" ME FUCKING TOMORROW. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??!!!

She didn't ask, she didn't tell, she's assuming she can stay with me, and i don't know how long she's planning on staying for. Thanks to numbers at work and cuts I managed to get a full 8 days off and I planned on doing NOTHING but catching up on writing and reading, drinking, watching my tv shows and relaxing, ALONE in my empty house cause the roomate would be gone home to family for xmas.

Not only that but i was supposed to be working tonight, i just got cut because i was the third bartender in and theres only 70 ppl. So i would have been out until like, 3, 4 am, up untl probably 5/6 or later, and sleeping until 5pm. THERE IS NO FUCKING BUFFER IN THERE BETWEEN WORK AND BEING FOCED TO HOST SOMEONE WHO I DO NOT WANT IN MY FUCKING HOUSE ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW.

not to mention i do NOT have anywhere for her to sleep. i'm not giving up my room, i'm not giving her parker's room (technically i own the bed, but like, it's parker's space, you don't get to sleep there or even look in there). there was a futon in the house last year because sam owned it. like, if she thinks she's sleeping on the couch? girl. i couldn't do more than 2 nights on your couch at 30, i doubt you'll enjoy this shitty couch for sleeping at 73... ALSO, last year she went creepign down the hall all "i'm just gonna snoop into your bedrooms" like.. FUCK YOU, NO! Like, MAYBE you deserve to be able to look into my room cause i'm your daughter, but guess what, you have NO right to look at my roomates space?? esp cause both rooms were dirty and the mess from the rest of the house was shoved in there, like, fuck you, you're so fucking invasive.

I have been battling burnout, being sick, and other work bullshit for over a month now. Thanks to having tonight off I at least have time to try and process her coming, and now i get to spend my one buffer day riddled with anxiety, panic cleaning the house and all that shit rather than ENJOYING my fucking holiday?!!?? like FFS. i no longer get to enjoy even my first day off?

she has no clue what my schedule is, she has no idea what my plans are, like i could be out of town with the besties, i could already be planning to spend xmas with someone else's family, or friends, parker and i could be hosting a giant "orphans christmas", yet you think you have the right to just fucking show up on my doorstep and barge into my fucking life when i told you not to just because you're my parent!???

spoiler alert: you don't have that right.

there's a reason i moved away. there is a reason i no longer go home for holidays, there is a reason i rarely talk to anyone from my family. and shit like this? is *just* going to make it fucking worse.

tl;dr: i'm fucking livid and wanted to spend the next week getting as much writing done but apparently imma have to play host even though i didn't ask for it.

and please don't you fucking dare come into my inbox or the replies all "awwe but you should be happy that she cares, you should be happy that she wants to spendtime with you, you should be..." no... you don't know shit about our relationship and if you'd like to hear why i dislike my family so much i will gladly give you some examples.

[trick-of-the-light]

Regarding your post on having to move out and money-- if you can open a small credit card with your bank and begin building credit do so as soon as possible. Pay for small things like gas and grocery that you can pay back immediately. It may not help you in Feb but it will help you down the line. If the girl you're moving out with has parents that will cosign the lease see if they will. As I'm on a character limit I'll wrap it up here, but you're welcome to DM me. Good luck! -(FR-Ari on main)

Thank you! I appreciate the advise and I’ll probably do exactly that in February.

Unfortunately the girl I’m moving out with is also getting kicked out by her mother (it’s kinda what brought us together lol) so I’m trying to figure out what other options I have.

It’s so fun how absolutely impossible the government makes a successful academic career for those starting from rock bottom. I never really realized how bad it was, because I was raised in a middle class neighborhood and was seriously blinded for much of my life.

Thank you for the help though, seriously. I’m like drowning in state and federal laws and codes regarding this sort of thing trying to figure out what my option are so I appreciate the ask. :)

[moonlightjeno]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: [roomate!au] +  [enemies to lovers] + [“you have the emotional capacity of a brick”] w/ jeno 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: f l u f f and full on crackheads. this is a mess 𝐰𝐜: 2k

𝐚/𝐧: rebloggin bc my tags aren’t working lemme pray and hope they work now

Having a roommate or really lack thereof was nothing like the movies, especially when lee jeno was involved. It’s not like you saw him often, he seemed to spend most of his time either in his room the only sound coming either grunts or the click click of the video game controller that he seemed to be attached to dearly. You were almost sure he talked more to the tv screen in his room and his phone were six other voices would at times come through, seeping through the door. 

When your old roommate had suggested you move in with jeno, you had initially agreed. From what you’d heard from him he wouldn’t get much in your way, loved animals so wouldn’t mind you bringing your cat and he was cute. Jeno was the epitome of a perfect roommate according to the paper in front of you and Jaemin who’d had to leave you and therefore make you move because of a modeling gig he’d been presented halfway across the world. The boy at least had shown you pictures of the boy who you’d be spending the rest of the year with and when you’d first seen them you couldn’t deny that he was easy on the eye. The pictures that jaemin had shown you had done him no justice, had been your first thought when you’d the boy who’s black hair had been pushed back, clothes clinging to his body from sweat, a result of what you had later learned was from a late dance practice you had been stunned. The initial stun of his beauty quickly faded the moment he opened his mouth only too close it back up again, and turn around leaving you in the entrance hall. 

The relationship between the two of you didn’t grow much from the initial encounter. It seemed that jeno would either spend too much time outside and come back to your apartment marks left along his neck where he would maybe wave a hi to you, and if it was a good day wouldn’t complain about you taking up most of the space in the living room. On your defense, he never used it either way. At least that’s what you thought, it had never occurred to you that the boy was to shy to disturb you, or that anytime he would come in the living room only to find you concentrated, most of the time scribbling over papers across the desk that he didn’t want to bother you. Especially when you looked kinda cute, all concentrated on whatever it is you were working on, he never asked never dared to. 

Three months into the rooming and it seemed that you had traded the boy you loved and had grown to be one of your closest friends for a stone-cold dark-haired boy. Jaemin was a foil to jeno in every way possible that the english dictionary could come up with. Where jaemin would greet you by the door almost every day, and was ready to give you a hug and talk about your day to no end jeno wouldn’t. The most jeno would do was tell you what the weather was outside on the occasion you went out to get the groceries, but in the times of a global pandemic, those were few. No relationship seemed to blossom, not that either of you put much effort into making any sort of conversation, the most you would get out of jeno were vague nods or “mmhhhmmm” that always had you questioning if he was agreeing or disagreeing with you. It had seemed to become a sort of talent to be able to distinguish between the different noises that jeno would make, most of them when you were involved in the speech were negative. That is what one would gather from the low tone that would come from grunts, half of the time it was jeno not every really knowing what to say on the subject of the human body and it’s many muscles, he was a dance major he didn’t know. 

Five months and quarantine hits your city. It’s during moments in quarantine that you are grateful for it and the organized chaos it brings with it in the apartment. Well peace is you considered music blasting through the household as jeno practiced his dance and choreographed new routines while zooming with his even louder group of friends. The pumping music though made up because when you would see jeno a smile or the ghost of one would grace his features, and you two would at times, very small times would make conversation about the weather. Talking about the weather had truly just become a joke, as neither you or jeno could actually leave the apartment. Nevertheless, jeno never failed to remind you when it was going to rain, it was both sweet and slightly annoying you couldn’t quite decide. It was on rare days, when you would get back from a daily grocery shop run you would find dinner prepared. Too much of your surprise it had been edible the last two times he has cooked, and though not much conversation flowed between the two of you it seemed this hate to hate relationship had become a more of acquaintances to acquaintances. It was progress, and you couldn’t help but smile at it.   

There were times when you looked at him, times when you two though wouldn’t talk to each other but would decide that on that night you would maybe attempt to get along better. These scenarios tended to end up happening from the constant nagging that jaemin put you both through, a constant “just talk” and “i swear they aren’t as bad as you think” and you couldn’t forget his most recent one that drove you nuts to no end “are you sure you don’t just you know like him?”. The phone conversation tended to end with a beep the second those words left his mouth, only for jaemin to text you about it continually. You were happy when that jaemin lived so far away in those moments if not you were sure he would have died either from you or jeno. It was one of the rare things you two agreed on. 

Multiple conversations later with jaemin, in which both you and jeno were yelled in, concluded in your current situation. Each of you on the couch positioned on opposite ends, your cat in between the two of you, ready to watch a movie.

“So… what movie do you wanna watch?” you posed the question, not expecting much of an answer apart from maybe a shrug or a complaint on why were the two of you doing this again. 

 “Ummm, are you good with avatar? I haven’t watched it in a while and the sequel is supposed to come out” the suggestion left you gaping at him, eyes wide at the fact he had directed more than five words to you.

“Hold up” the awe in your voice was very much present which caused jeno to turn around and look at you, “did you just actually give me a sentence?” you couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on your lips and it only grows when you see jeno, biting his lip a small attempt to stop his smile from showing. 

“And…” you move closer to him, sitting in front of him one hand pointing slightly at his lips, “are you smiling?” you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips, and soon jeno has joined you. Though he stops quickly the moment you see him looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. 

“Whatever. Just play the movie” he grunts, shifting his boy to face the tv and hugging your cat next to him. If it weren’t for the fact that you were almost sure you’re cat loved jeno more than he loved you, even if jeno was allergic to them you would have tried to rob him back. But this was the most you’d gotten out of jeno and you sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin it.  

“I’m on it, i’m on it” you mumble, as you search through your disney+ account expecting to find the last few shows and movies you’d been binge-watching cars a childhood favorite of yours right at the top and avatar which at this point you almost thought you watched religiously right next to it. The moment the screen showed Cars, you heard a cough from beside you. Your glare on jeno made him look at you slightly eyes narrowing before he chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

“Why is Cars on here?” the question seemed to mock you and you only smiled. 

“Nostalgia. Why?” the movie brought up the fun and happy memories from when you were younger, you had watched it so many times the dvd had broken. 

“So it’s not because it’s just a bad movie and you wanted to make fun of it?” and just like that, you’re ready to fight jeno, even if the way his hair fell slightly across his eyes from not being cut in months, and the way is he moved just slightly you could see the muscles shift from beneath his white shirt. 

“Are you mocking Cars?” 

“Maybe. It has no emotional value” is his response, followed by a shrug as he turns again to face the tv eyes darting from the tv to you from his side-eye. Oh that’s it. You think bitterly before grabbing the pillow behind you and hitting jeno full face, your power yell leaving your lips. The thud the pillow makes as it collides with jeno’s face and the yelp that leaves his lips and you smile. 

“The fuck was that for?” he’s looking at you again, arms crossed against his chest, your cat no longer in sight.

“Because you” the emphasis on the word is caused by another hit in the shoulder, “have the emotional capacity of a brick.” jeno’s face is the only answer you need before you settle back into the couch, a proud grin adorning your face, until you are pulled by the waist a shriek leaving your lips. In some way you can’t fully understand you are now sitting on jeno’s lap, his face only centimeters from yours, and you can see the light specks of gold that swirl in his dark eyes. 

“No” the word is a whisper, and he moves closer to you, “i” you can feel his hands on your waist holding you in place “don’t” the movement is too fast for you too process but one moment your breaths are mixing and a noise you can’t place is in the background, and the next he’s kissing you. 

kissing jeno like everything related to jeno is nothing like you expected but everything you wanted. It’s slow and warm, and your hands come up behind his neck playing with the loose strands of hair. Kissing jeno is a new feeling, a way of conveying emotions when words between you two have always failed, and maybe just maybe it’s a confession because when you pull apart foreheads touching each other love-struck smiles on both of your faces you realize jeno isn’t that bad. 

“See?” a small peck to the lips, “my emotional capacity is beyond your reach” a grin replaces the small smile, “and i like you” another kiss, this time to the corner of your mouth and you thank the dark lights in the room from hiding the warmth from your cheeks. A small hmmm leaves your lips in response before you kiss him again, “i guess i like you too”

[bts-trash-blog]

Golden: Part 1~ Moon

Summary: Watercolor splashes, and yet all that splashed on your skin was ink, while his was gold. Cold and warm. Sweet and sour. Love and lust. Yet it made so much sense..sadly he couldn’t see it.

Pariing: Min Yoongi X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, inscrurites, smut and some mentions of past toxic relationships. Just poor Yoongi tbh.

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You always had a tenacity to overstay your welcome in this little coffee shop down the street from your apartment, especially when you get busy reading a new story, always nursing on a cup of coffee that is ice cold just to watch the sun set. You always apologized profusely as you offered to buy a leftover pastry for overstaying, though Namjoon, the owner, had grown accustomed to your watch full eyes. Always letting you stay as he closes up, even telling you some new books you should check out, Namjoon had deemed you his friend within a month of watching your schedule. You worked early mornings at a shelter as a vet tech, working too many hours for such little pay. Yet you always came to his coffee shop after you had gone home from your shift, changed from your scrubs, and sat down ordering the same old black coffee with four sugars. He nicknamed you ‘moon’, he always called you it when topping off your cup, for free, catching your attention.  When you asked him as to why he called you moon he couldn’t help but smile his wide bright dimple smile your way.

“The moon is a hidden, and overlooked beauty.”  His words had your round cheeks turn pink, as you looked down at the book in your lap, shaking your head you looked back up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“If only that was true Namjoon.” Your words were followed by a slight bow to the head, as you stood up and left, Namjoon left standing there curious as to why that had affected you the way it did. But he waited for your return the next day, yet that didn't come. In fact you did arrive back to your beloved coffee spot for over a week. When you did, your friend Jimin was following after you, his bright pink hair catching the older males attention, watching your skin, and when no color appeared he couldn’t help but frown. Hoping that was the reason you didn’t come in for a week, that your soulmate had taken up your free time and not his supposed to be soft and kind words. But the latter seemed to have been the case.

“Jimin, I swear the Shiba wanted me dead, all I needed to do was give it a nail trim and it was acting as if I wanted to cut it open.” Your voice floats through his ears as he comes by your table, your regular cup of black coffee in hand making you smile at him. “Thanks Joon, this past week has been a pain and I’ve missed this place.”

“Well then why didn’t you come in?” His question had Jimin chuckling as you let out a groan and smile at Namjoon.

“I decided I would pick up a double shift at the clinic for spay and neuter week, and let me tell you, I will not be doing that again. Jimin over here  was my saving grace, but the black coffee he got me was just not like the ones you brew.” Your words had his cheek dust rose, as he looked at Jimin.

“Is there anything you would like to drink?”

“I’ll take a passion tea, and a lemon cake if you have any.” Your eyes widened with what seemed to be joy, as you looked to Namjoon with a child like gleam in your eyes.

“Oh my, yeah can I have some lemon cake too, today Joon?” He chuckles as he nods, turning away from you, you watch as the brasita and owner of the shop walk away.

“Have you touched skin yet? Any color?” Jimins question had you frown as you looked down in the mug of coffee and shook your head.

“Yeah, no color, it kinda disappointed me at first, cause a tech with a coffee shop owner would be a match made in heaven. But I guess it isn’t.” Jimin nods in understanding as he looks at you, worry laced behind his eyes as you smile his way. “But it doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him, which I am.”

“You have friends outside of the clinic?” His words had you pouting as you giggled and pasted your lips.

“Yes I do, I don’t want to talk about dog testicals and abeses all day, I would like to have a normal conversation without the mentions of an animal's bowel movements in it.” Your words had Jimin's crescent moon laughter, doubling over onto the table as he shook his head on top of his arm. “What? Is that a lie?”

“No, no it's not, it's just I love you that's all.” His words had you shake your head. Namjoon came back around, Jimin sitting up as he thanked him. When a new body behind the counter caught your eyes. Your lingering eyes on the board back had Namjoon spinning around, a large smile gracing his face as he saw his Soulmate working behind the counter.

“That's Jin, my partner in both business and personal life.” His words had you and Jimin staring at him in aw, realization that you have a friend who has actually found his soulmate. His eyes widen as he slowly realizes that too, especially as he watched as you and  Jimin seemingly communicating with one another through your looks. “Oh boy.”

“Soulmates, huh.” You said slightly leaning back, only for the chair you were in to slightly wobble, making Jimin almost spit out the sip of tea he had just sipped. The noise of your squeal, and Namjoons steading hands had some other customers look your way, making you blush as you stared down at the table, embarrassment smashing through your chest, but so was laughter.

“I can’t take you anywhere.” Jimin stated, as Namjoon kept his hands on your shoulders, no warmth, no color spreading down your bare skin where his skin touched. Though you understood. You still felt a little disappointed.

“First off, I dragged you here, secondly I can’t take myself anywhere, I always seem to trip or do what I just did. I’m a idiot.” You mumbled, a small smile playing on your lips, as Namjoon finally let you go. “Anyway, back to what I was saying before I almost wobbled down to my death.”

“Something about soulmates.” Jimin said, making you nod as Namjoon sighed and grabbed a chair, decided it was the best time to take a break.

“Ah yes!” You said with a smile, breaking off a piece of the lemon bread, almost moaning at the taste once it hit your lips. “You and that Jin fellow.”

“Yes, yes we’re soulmates, I’m red and he’s pink.” His quick reply had you frowning almost, not wanting to bug him with questions that many others had probably asked. “Sorry if that came out rude, I just like getting it out there you know?” Both you and Jimin nod in response as Namjoon smiles. “So any questions?”

“What do the colors feel like?” Jimin asked, making you lean in slightly as you sip onto your coffee.

“Warmth, but also...its a bit hard to explain..but fireworkey almost.” His words have you smiling brightly as you watch the board man move around, in the back, making orders. “It also took my family a while to accept us, heck I still don’t think they fully do.. even as soulmates, being gay isn’t always seen as okay.” His words had Jimin and you frown, you hand reaching out for one of his, Jimins doing the same. “I love Seokjin, I love him so much. But my family just doesn’t..I lost friends.”

“Well, you’re not losing me.” Your words had his eyes snap up, a smile spreading across his face, as you give him a similar look. “You can’t help who you love, let alone who your soulmate is.”

“Yeah, I know we just met but I would love to be friends with you.” Jimin said, his eyes lingering on the older man as he smiled, when all of sudden, you watch a baby pink spread across his neck, fingers resting on his skin as it slowly spread across his cheek from where you watch plush red lips press against.

“It’s time for my break baby.” The voice of you could only assume was Seokjin, Namjoon smile bright, his own hand pressing against his soulmate's skin, a bright fire like red spread across his skin. Splashing as he let out, watching the color on their skin slowly evaporate within seconds.

“Of course my love, welp it's time for me to work. It was nice to meet you Jimin, I hope I’ll see you soon Moon.” Namjoons words had Seokjin's eyes snap to you, a smile growing on his lips.

“So this is ms moon.” His words had you blushing as you looked down to your almost empty cup of coffee, you watched as Namjoon smiled and left to the counter to take orders.  Seokjin smiled as he took his soulmate's seat, his eyes bright as he stared at you. “I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin.” You nodded as you watch him reach his hand out, following you take your hand with him.

“I’m Y/n..or as Joon calls me Moon.” You chuckle a bit at the nickname as Jin smiled brightly at you.

“Joon is a mess, but at last I love him.”  You nod as you took the last sip of your coffee, your phone dinging making you slightly jump, as the two boys fall into conversation.  Looking at your phone you see it was from your roommate, Hoseok. A dance teacher at an art school, though he was young he was one of the best there was to be, he worked with people his age and younger, sometimes even a bit older than him. You and him had been friends since  high school, he took care of you, becoming your older brother figure. He was a dork, and kind of an idiot, but he was also your sunshine.

Hobi: Do you need anything at the store?

      Y/n: Can you pick up some more banana milk and some black noodle instant ramen? Thank you hobi

Hobi: No problem kid, I’ll see you at home.

Smiling you see Jin staring at you, a raised eyebrow as he looks between your smiling face and your phone. “Soulmate?” Letting out a laugh you shake your head as Jimin follows.

“Roomate, I haven’t found mine yet.”He nods as he looks to the counter and smiles.

“Well our sweet Moon, when you found them. I hope you understand to cherish them, and I hope you understand that you need to also cherish yourself.”

[topsytervy]

Being Mob Rafe’s Roomate

Blurb: You and Mob Rafe are roomates

Word Count: good question. It remains ~unsolved~

Warnings: little tiny swearing, not proofread, a whole mess of a concept but 🤷‍♀️

You can decide whether you two are dating in this or are just friends. This is just a basic little what living with Mob Rafe would be like. Enjoy:)

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Let’s get one thing out of the way

neither your parents or Rafe’s were concerned about you two living together

Yours weren’t concerned cause you weren’t living alone and Rafe was...well...Rafe

Ward and Rose weren’t concerned because to them, you were way more responsible than Rafe, therefore, your place wouldn’t become a mess

You didn’t really agree considering you had a shit ton of onesies and were often telling Rafe to shut up cause your cartoons were on

But Rafe was like a business man considering being a business owner was a whole little cover up type of thing to overlook the whole mob thing

You know, like how most mobs cover shit up 

He was also the bug killer out of the two of you

You couldn’t do it cause part of you was terrified of some of them and the other part of you just wanted them to live

just not in your house 

there was that time Rafe went to kill a spider and missed it which caused it to scuttle away to some unknown place which resulted in you two staying up for 36 hours but anyway

you two were also cuddlers

it didn’t matter if you two were dating or not, you two were always

watching a movie? cuddling

one of you reading a book while the other was working on something? cuddling

hosting a party? cuddling

Rafe once tried cuddling with you while playing uno so he could cheat and you ended up elbowing him in the nose accidentally on purpose

speaking of games

you two were COMPETITIVE

oh dear lord

board games, video games, card games, whatever other games, usually ended in one accusing the other of cheating

you spilled you hot cocoa all over the Sorry game board cause you stood up quickly to accuse Rafe of messing with the pieces when you went to go get the pizza that was delivered

he did, in fact, mess with the pieces but he denied the shit out of it, claiming you just had a bad memory

When quarantine hit, you two ordered a switch and had it delivered

you paid for the console and he bought the games

cuphead, mariokart, marioparty, clubhouse games, etc

Rafe complained about how you had an unfair advantage at mariokart cause his hands were too big

Rafe broke a joycon after an especially infuriating Cuphead boss

Oh and you introduced Rafe to minecraft one day after deciding he needed to play a game that wouldn’t result in anger just heartbreak if you die with diamonds on you or if your dog/cat/any pet you had died

It was a process

“Oh god, it’s coming right at me what do I do?” “You have no sword so run.” “I’ll just punch him until he dies.”

“I thought they were supposed to die when the sun came up!” “Well, there are exceptions.” “I would have loved to know about these exceptions before I was sniped by a skeleton.” “Well, he was either under a tree, had armor, or was in water.” “I said before I was sniped not after.”

“I’m gonna kill that villager.” “Please don’t.”

“Am I in hell?” “No. Just the Nether. Do not hit the pigmen.” “This guy?” “Yeah.” 

He’d hit the pigmen

“Oh my god! They’re all after me!” I told you not to hit them!”

anyway, Rafe playing minecraft *chef’s kiss*

anyway, enough of the games

he’d want you to read him to sleep most nights and you always would

Whether it was a classic, true crime, dystopian, fiction, anything.

Rafe would want you to read it

“I never thought I’d be a single mom to a grown ass man.”

“Shut up and read me another chapter.”

And you’d have Rafe proofread all your essays

“You spelt grey wrong. You put ‘e’ instead of ‘a’.” “No. Who the hell spells gray with an ‘e’?” “Uh...everyone I went to school with.” “Well everyone you went to school with is dumb. It’s spelt g-r-a-y.” “No. it’s g-r-e-y.”

You’d google it to prove him wrong only to figure out both spellings are correct

“You mean to tell me not one person in your school spelled it with an ‘a’?” “I don’t think so but now I’m starting to think that I need to attend my high school reunion and ask everyone how they spell grey.”

anyway, being roomates with Rafe would be interesting

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[uswnt-owns-this-homo]

Catch These Hands, The Motherfuckers (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

   AN: TW, for pretty strong cursing, a panic attack, and homophobia/ abuse

I walk out of the airport, my luggage trailing behind me. It’s my first day in Tampa and I have to get to the hotel that all of the team is staying in. I’m nervous, being one of the youngest people there, tied with Mallory at 21. On the brightside, at least I’ll know one person.

I went to college with Mal at the University of California, and played with her for the school. We roomed together at UoC and got closer. She’s offered to introduce me and help me get settled in with the team for the camp, which I’m super grateful for. I try to hail a taxi, giving the driver the address of the hotel after I’ve put my luggage in the trunk. We get to the hotel in maybe 10 minutes, the man pulling up and helping me with my bag after I’ve paid my share. I roll the bag up to the doors and pull out my phone to text Mal.

  Y/N: Hey, I’m here, didn’t know if you wanted to meet up for lunch after I’m done unpacking and meeting the roomie?’’

Mal the Pal: Yeah, sure man! Ay, you’re rooming with Rose btw… I can introduce you? I’ll come meet ya real quick.

  Mal comes down as I’m heading into the lobby, pulling Rose Lavelle behind her. I set down my bag as Mal charges me.

   “Y/N! It feels like I haven’t seen you in years,”

    “Mal, it’s been what, 3 weeks? I missed you too though,”

We chat for a second about what I’ve been doing in the time that we’ve been graduated. I turn to Rose and put out my hand for a fist bump.

  “I’m Y/N, and unless Mal is lying, which she’s done a couple of times, I’ll be rooming with you for camp,”

She chuckles and gently bumps my fist.

  “Nah, Mal isn’t lying… this time. We’re roomies, it looks like. I don’t know about you, but I tend to stay up pretty late at camp, so I apologize in advance,”

I shake my head and laugh.

   “Eh, no problem, I mean, Mal can attest, I do my fair share of staying up late, especially before big games and stuff so I’m sure we’re probably in the same boat,”

We all go up to our room and I start to unpack my stuff while Mal and Rose sit on the bed Rose has claimed and talk.

     “So, Rosie, after Y/N finishes unpacking the entirety of her closet, we were thinking of grabbing something to eat, I kinda wanted to head down to the little bakery-coffee place, you wanna come? Help Y/N pick what nasty espresso crap she’s gonna ingest?”

    “Sure! I’ll make sure to pick something good, Y/N,”

I nod and put my last pair of sweats in the drawer, grabbing my room key and wallet before checking my snapback in the mirror.

   “Alright, I think I’m good, show the way to the coffee, Mal,”

I groan as Rose’s alarm blares. I roll over and out of bed, shrugging on a sweatshirt and putting a hat on the mess that is my hair, sliding my feet into my tennis shoes and joining Rose at the door, patting my sweat pockets for my wallet. We both head down to the lobby of the hotel where Sonnett and Mal are waiting to walk to the little breakfast place the hotel has. We all four trudge down to the cafeteria and laugh as we see Ashlyn, Ali, and Pinoe all sitting with cups of coffee. We go over to their table and plop down.

“So, youngins, how’s the morning going so far?”

I shrug and they chuckle as I go to get my breakfast and coffee, taking a mug off of the stand and filling it with black coffee. I grab an apple, some granola, and some yogurt before heading back to the table. Ali turns to me and smiles.

“Y/N, how are the parents dealing with you not being at home for the camp?”

Ashlyn scoots over and puts her arm around my shoulder. I shudder slightly and a tense smile stretches across my face.

“Yeah, I bet they’re sending lots of texts, trying to get used to having you out of the house,”

Mal walks up and hears the tale end of Ali’s question and grimaces. My stomach lurches and I scoot my chair out, trying to get up and out of the room before I freak out or throw up in front of the whole team. Ash drops her arm and I beeline towards the door leading to a smaller hallway. I take a seat against the wall a little ways from the door and try to control my erratic breathing. I grab my hat and throw it against the opposite wall, clenching my teeth and digging my short nails into my scalp. I hear the door open and look up, expecting to see Mal, but instead catching sight of Ali. She sees me and I duck my head again, still trying to control the shaking in my hands and the hammering of my heart.  Ali kneels in front of me and gently grabs my hands, taking them from my head and grabbing them tightly.

“Is it okay if I hug you?”

I let out a shaky breath and nod slightly, letting her wrap me in a warm embrace.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out… My parents are more than happy I’m out of the house, they kicked me out right after I graduated.. There are no texts,”

She lets out a breath, squeezing me tighter.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why’d they kick you out?”

I let out a bitter laugh, trying not to cry.

“I’m sure you and Ashlyn know plenty about how much people hate people like us. I guess me having a girl over and them catching me was enough. I knew they were going to react badly, and I still did it, god,”

She runs her hand through my hair and sits beside me, keeping an arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess we do. But Y/N, that doesn’t mean it’s wrong, or that you should be ashamed, or kicked out. We’re just trying to love who we love. Ash wasn’t trying to bring up bad stuff, she was just trying to make you feel comfortable, get you to talk about something,”

I nod.

“I know, and I appreciate it. You can tell her what I told you, give her reasoning behind why I flipped out. I just- I thought that they were supposed to be there, to love me no matter what, ya know, and now it’s just me. My grandparents won’t talk to me, and the whole family knows, and I haven’t gotten one text, not a ‘sorry, that sucks’ or anything,”

I’m pretty heavily crying and she just hugs me, and waits until I’m finished before helping me up and using her sleeve to wipe at my cheeks.

“All you can do is keep moving, build your own family, and show them what they’re missing. A pretty awesome kid who just so happens to prefer to kiss girls,”

I shrug.

“I guess. We better get in there, I still need to eat and get ready.”

I grab my hat and jam it back onto my head. We both head in the room and Ash and Rose give me a pitying look. I look at Mal and she shrugs. I give her a weak smile and nod. I quietly eat my food while everyone talks about the upcoming day, and what they think Vlatko has in store for us.  As soon as I finish my apple and my second cup of coffee Rose, Emily, Mal, and I go up to our rooms. I quickly change and then sit on my phone while Rose finishes up. We take our bags and things and walk down to the elevator to meet Mal and Emily. Rose touches my arm about 10 feet away and pulls me into a hug. 

“I guess they just don’t know what they’re missing, cause you seem like a pretty awesome person, and a super chill roomie,”

I laugh and try and shake off the stress that the conversation brought. The only thing I can focus on is going out onto the field and showing Vlatko and the rest of the team what I’ve got.

The first day of camp was a success. We did mostly team building drills and bonding centered stuff, to help everyone get to know each other. Ashlyn and Ali both seemed to watch out for me, which I appreciated. I got to know some of the other midfielders better, and hung out around Rose, goofing off when we were allowed to not focus as much. I meet Lindsey, who’s rooming with Emily, and get to meet Mal’s roomate, Megan Rapinoe, who I can only describe as the coolest gay aunt that I’ve never had. It’s obvious that Ali or Ash told her about my little meltdown in the hallway, she keeps calling me ‘kid’ and pretty much treating me like one, which I don’t entirely hate. The whole team is walking back to the locker rooms to change and I’m walking beside Mal, Lindsey and Sonny in front of us slightly, when someone comes up behind me and hip checks me. I fall into a bush framing the sidewalk and let out a groan when twigs and leaves end up in my mouth.

“Whoever just checked me needs to be prepared to get dunked on. I swear to god, me and Mal act like the oldest ones here,”

Rose laughs and I turn around, charging at her and lifting her up, and tossing her into the aforementioned devil-bush.

“That, Rosie, is why we don’t mess with defenders, isn’t that right Kelley?”

Kelley just smiles and quickly schools her face, solemnly nodding when Rose looks at her. I offer the spirit player my hand and she tries to pull me back into the bush.

“Ma’am, please don’t, that’s my emotional support limb, I need that,”

She snorts and loosens her hold, allowing me to pull her out of the bush. The whole team is slightly snickering, except for Carli, who just looks oddly disappointed. (AN: I swear this is no shade to Carlos, she’s super chill and I aspire to have the motivation that she does.) We both continue to walk and as soon as we get in the locker room, I quickly go about changing, trying to avoid any unnecessary skin exposure. I guess I’m not fast enough to pull on my clothes after my quick shower, as I hear a couple of the girls gasp. I sigh, not bothering to pull on my shirt, turning around to see most of the team staring at me. Ash stomps forward.

“Y/N, what the hell happened to you?”

I laugh bitterly and wave off her concern, trying to ignore the urge to cover the scars that mar my legs, back, and chest, given to me by my mother and father.

“My parents weren’t too happy when they found out about the girl, and let’s just say that I didn’t like how they treated me. My dad wanted to ‘beat the queer out of me’ and I fought back. Didn’t do that again, let me tell ya,”

The whole team crowds me and I take a step back. Ashlyn looks ready to throw down, Ali and Pinoe too, for that matter. Sam and Becky look sad, Sonnett and Lindsey look pissed, and Mal and Rose just look upset.

“Y/N, does anyone else know about this, like authorities, or relatives? Anyone?”

That comes from Julie and I laugh.

“Oh yeah, I went to the cops in my hometown, ya know what they said? ‘Sounds like you deserved everything you got, queer,’. After that I pretty much just gave up, and a few days later my dad woke me up, threw all my stuff out in the yard, smacked me around a bit, and told me not to come back, so yeah, people know, they just don’t give a shit,”

I turn around with tears in my eyes and roughly pull my shirt on,grab my bag, and walk out to the bus. Rose stops me and grabs me in a tight hug. A small shiver goes down my spine and I force the feeling out of my mind.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. You didn’t deserve that, no one does, and we all stand with you, regardless of who you like, or what you’ve been through, we’re all a family here, and that includes you,”

I sniffle and grin.

“I know, and I’m really thankful, y’all have made it easier to adjust to, that’s for sure, besides, if they don’t want me, why should I waste my time crying over them?”

 She hangs on for a few more seconds before taking my hand and tugging me onto the bus, pushing me into a seat beside Sonnett and Mal and taking a seat next to me. We spend the relatively short ride to the hotel looking at pictures of WIlma and Bagel, and I feel slightly better by the time we reach the hotel, all except the fluttering in my chest and the deep, bone tiredness my small meltdown caused.

Okay, Rose is acting weird. I’ve just been focusing on training, proving to Vlatko I belong, and trying to get to know the team. I’ve hung out with Kelley a few times, going on coffee runs and taking her advice on trying to play a more defensive game in my midfield position. The whole team is taking a gym day, and I’m with Kelley at the cardio/core station, Sonny and Sam also there. I’m finishing a 4 minute plank and some crunches when Rose huffs from the arm station. Ash is grinning broadly.

“Y/N, looking pretty hot there, kid! Come over, you too Kell, I wanna see short stuff show off,”

I grin and come over to the bench press, straddling it and letting Ash start me off with something light. She adds the weights and laughs.

“Lets see you do 70, kid, then I’ll let you increase it,”

I take the bar down and quickly pound out 10 reps, slotting the bar back into place. I nod to Kelley.

“How about we do about 135? 140?”

Rose’s eyes bug out and I laugh. Ash and Kelley quickly load up the weight onto the bar and I once again, pretty easily do another 10 reps. Even Ash looks slightly surprised at my nonchalance. What the team doesn’t know is that I set the record for female bench press at UoC with 514 pounds, and have been keeping up with weight lifting. I shrug and grin.

“Okay, let’s start getting a little difficult. Go up to 260?”

Mal just grins from the core station while Kelley looks down at me.

“You sure, y/n, that’s like more than Uncle can lift, and she’s the strongest here,”

I nod.

“Oh yeah, I got this, easy lifting, we can go on up to 300,”

They look skeptical and I just nod. They load up the 300 pounds and I lay back down, winking at Kelley and doing 10 reps. They all look amazed and I stand up, quickly putting enough weights to get me up to 520. The weight is slightly over my school record, but I’ve been doing high weight training since I set that. Ash looks down at me and smiles.

“Okay, if you can do ten-no, five reps of 520, I’ll let you pick where we go out tonight, no questions asked,”

I laugh and nod, laying back down. Kelley gets behind me, but shakes her head.

“Who am I kidding, I can’t catch this if your dumb ass drops it, Uncle! Come on, Y/N is being crazy stupid and lifting more than two of us, I need you to spot her!”

Alyssa comes over, sees the weights, and shakes her head.

“Kel, we better both spot, I can’t even lift that much, kid is crazy, or stupid,”

I laugh and slowly lift it once. I take a deep breath and do two more, some of the rest of the team coming over. I see Mal nodding her head and do one more, acting like I’m going to put the bar up.

“Kid, that’s four, I don’t have to give up my dinner choice!”

I laugh and do six more reps, my arms shaking. I put the slightly bent bar back, and cheer.

“Take that Ash, 10 reps, looks like we’re going to sushi tonight bitches!”

She just looks amazed, and the team all groans, vocalizing how unhappy they are.

I go to cool down and Kelley follows me, whispering in my ear.

“Dude, Rosie Posie was totally staring at you the WHOLE time you were being he-man! I also wanna know how in the Hell you did that, you’re like 90 pounds, kid!”

I blush and stammer, regretting telling Kelley about the small crush I have on Rose Lavelle. Which slipped out when I got a little tipsy at a team outing. 

“Kell! No she wasn’t, she was probably surprised I could lift any of that!”

She smirks, pulling me off into the hallway.

“Ma’am, she was practically trying to decapitate me with her mind when I just told you that, I’m pretty sure she’s jealous,”

I just shake my head. There’s no way, no way! She’s Rose frickin Lavelle, I’m just y/f/n y/l/n. 

Training has been going well. I’m keeping up with everyone, and Vlatko has definitely been paying attention to me. The team has been acting kind of weird today, but overall everything is fine. It’s time for a team bonding night in Alyssa and Carli’s room, and I’m in some sweats and a muscle shirt, walking in the hallway towards their room when I’m suddenly shoved into a small towel closet. I pound on the door.

“Hey! Whoever the fuck put me in here better be ready to catch some fuckin’ hands! Let me out, I’m legit dead serious!”

I hear muffled talking outside, recognizing Sonny and Ash.

“Em, Ash, let me the fuck out!”

They keep talking, but slowly walk away. I drop to the floor and try to control my breathing. I stare at the wall and focus on staying calm. 

It doesn’t work. It’s not 5 minutes before I’m hyperventilating and trying not to cry. The door to the closet opens for a split second and someone is shoved in. I try and get to the door, but whoever shoved someone in here is already gone. 

“God, seriously, Emily, Ash! Not cool!”

Of course it’s Rose. Who better to see me lose my shit? I sit down and bury my face in my hands.

“I’ve gotta get out of here, I can’t do this!”

Rose turns to me.

“Y/N? Of course. I’m going to kill Emily and Ash!”

I try to laugh but it comes out sounding strangled. I start to panic again, being forced to remember the night my parents found out. I can still feel the bite of my father’s hand, and the rough feel of our coat closet floor beneath me. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”

I sob and grab my legs, slightly rocking back and forth as I shiver. My breath comes in tiny gasps and Rose scooches over to me, grabbing my face gently.

“Hey, you’re okay, we’ll get out of here, we just need to stay calm. I have my phone, we’ll call them okay?”

I nod quickly and she pulls out her phone, quickly putting it on speaker and setting it down. No one picks up and she curses.

“Fine, they want to ignore us, I’ll call Ali, she’s gonna have Ash’s ass for this, I can already feel it,”

I laugh slightly, still grasping my hair. She calls Ali and puts it on speaker.

“Hey Rose, where are you, and have you seen y/n? Ash said you both were tired and stayed back,”

Rose scoffs.

“Well currently I’m stuck in a towel closet, so is y/n, we need you to come get us, Ash and Sonnett locked us in here, Y/N isn’t doing too well,”

I laugh hysterically.

“Can you give the phone to Ash, Al? I need to tell her that she and Sonny better be ready to catch some hands, the motherfuckers,”

Rose gently rubs my back and I try and match my breathing to hers, failing.

“Y/N, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

I once again laugh, this time the sound sounding watery and panicked.

“Well, your jackass of a wife fucking locked me in a closet! You know what that does to someone who got the hell beat out of them and then locked in a closet after their parents screamed at them for an hour after they were outed?”

She sighs and we hear her yelling at who I’m assuming are Ash and Emily. There’s a lot of rustling and muffled talking, before Ali comes back on.

“Okay, the whole team is coming, let me tell you, everyone is either pissed or trying to save their asses. I’m sorry guys, she’s stepped over a line this time, haven’t you, Ashlyn?”

We hear a muffled apology, and then the door cracks open. I launch myself out of the room and lean against the wall of the hallway, avoiding the eyes of the team. I crumble and Ali comes and hugs me, yanking Ash down with her.

“Now, Ash, what do you think you should say?”

I scoff and look at Ash.

“It’s fine, y’all were just being dumbassses, as usual, you didn’t know, I just wish you would’ve let me out when I yelled at you,”

She looks at me and apologizes. I nod.

“Just, think, maybe, before you lock someone in the closet? I spent enough time in one, man,”

She laughs and helps me up, putting her arm around my shoulders and leading me back to the hotel room. Before I go inside she looks at me.

“Me and Em did it to try and get you and Rose to man up and get together already, just so you know why we did it,”

I blush and nod. She smiles and gives me a tight hug, leaving with a wink. I go inside and see Rose standing there, waiting for me. I go to get some clothes to change into and she roughly grabs me, pulling me in for a massive hug.

“I’m sorry they did it, it’s sorta my fault,”

My eyebrows raise and I give her a small smile.

“I may have told Emily that I liked you, and then she told Ash, and that’s why they did it, oh god, you just had a panic attack and now I’m spilling, I’m so sorry, oh god,”

She covers her eyes with her hands and I grab them, pulling them from her face.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m sure Kelley had something to do with it. I uh- I told her I liked you when I got a little tipsy and I’m pretty sure she was plotting with them. On a completely unrelated note, would you like to go out with me sometime this camp, or after? I’m coming up to Cincinnati in a few weeks to visit some college friends?”

She laughs and nods.

“I think I’d like that very much, y/n,”

I grin and gently grab her chin, tilting her head up and gently pressing her lips to mine. We stay like that for a moment, no rush, no crazy teammates, no one to interrupt.

Until Ali comes into the room, immediately laughing.

“Well I was coming to check on Y/N, but I think you’ve got it under control Rose, sorry y’all, I’ll leave,”

We both laugh and go about getting ready for bed, turning the lights off, wordlessly agreeing to an early night in. I try to sleep for around 45 minutes, unable to get my mind and body to relax. Rose must hear me shifting around and huffing, because I hear her get up and come over to my bed.

“Can I sleep here for tonight, I can’t sleep, and it sounds like you can’t either?”

I blush slightly and grab her hand.

“Yeah, sure, maybe it’ll help to share the bed,”

We both keep a small amount of space between us for a few minutes, before I sigh and grab her hand, pulling her closer, pressing her front to my back.

“Night, Rosie Posie, I’m kinda glad I got locked in another closet tonight,”

She grins against my neck.

“Well, I’m glad I got locked in with you,”

[yeolsmuffin]

The EXO List || Two

Paring: chanyeolXreader

Genre: Smut, Angst || Best friend!Chanyeol, Best friend!EXO, Roomate!EXO

Summary: When you lose your best friend and only person you’ve ever loved.

Word Count: 6.8k

When you came to, you found yourself covered in a familiar beige blanket adorned with little spots.

Kyungsoo.  

You woke slowly, body tense as you dragged yourself to sit. Kyungsoo was nearby, watching you carefully.

“Good morning,” he said lightly. “You were out for a bit.”

You yawned as you stretched your arms over your head, “What happened?” For just a moment you were groggy and confused. The moment didn’t last long enough.

“You hit Chanyeol.” And then it all came falling back down on you. You were angry all over again, blood beginning to boil. The way he spoke to you was thick in your mind and even though you tried to push it away, you couldn’t help but want to see him in that moment. You just needed to explain that it wasn’t okay – although you did that by putting your hands on him, something you thoroughly regretted. You never wanted things to escalate to physical but you were just too angry to think.  

You sighed, you couldn’t believe you hit him.  

“Where is he?”

Kyungsoo watched your expression, “He needed a breather.”

You groaned and fell back into Kyungsoo’s bed, regretting everything that had transpired between you and Chanyeol – including sleeping with him. You still loved him because it wasn’t that easy to stop but hell if you didn’t hate him in the moment. He slut shamed you and he did so after seducing you. It didn’t get any worse than that.  

You were sure he hated you too. He had to after you laid your hands on him and he had to after the Kyungsoo incident. Even if he had no reason to care if you slept with someone else, it was apparent he did and you hadn’t intended on hurting Chanyeol. You just needed your own hurting to stop.  

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Kyungsoo asked quietly.

Tossing an arm over your face, you mumbled, “He was slut shaming me, Soo.”

“Slut shaming?” Kyungsoo asked for clarification with shock in his voice, “What did he say?”

“Something along the lines of me slutting it up.”

Kyungsoo let out a low growl, “He’s one to talk. I can’t believe he would say that. Like you shouldn’t have hit him but at the same time you should have hit him. Does that make any sense?”

You nodded, “Complete sense.”

You were still in shock that things had escalated so much with Chanyeol. Your friendship had never been aggressive before and the two of you had never had a fight so this was new. Chanyeol’s behavior was also new. He had never slut shamed you before. Surely, it was wrong to sleep with his friends – wait what? Why was it wrong to sleep with his friends? You weren’t nor had you dated or were dating Chanyeol. So why did it matter? Why was Chanyeol caring so much? You wanted to scream so you covered your face with a pillow and groaned as loudly as you could. What was with these conflicting and confusing emotions?

“I’m sorry,” Kyungsoo said softly.  

You pulled the pillow away from your face and your eyes reached for him, “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry he caught us and I’m sorry it caused this. You don’t deserve it.”

“Not your fault, Soo. It was my decision.”

He shook his head, “Our decision.”

You let out a slow breath, “Still.”

“You should talk it out with him, you know. You guys have been friends for years.”

“I don’t know if I can.” You wanted to for several reasons but mostly because you were so pissed. You needed to get the answer to all the questions boiling in your mind, but you didn’t think Chanyeol intended on giving you any answers. You also needed so desperately to apologize because no matter what happened, you should never lay your hands on someone you loved. You loved him so much it made you violent and the thought of that made you sick. You surely would puke.

It was getting more apparent that Chanyeol just wasn’t a part of your destiny. How could he be? How could someone you hurt and who was hurting you be someone that was supposed to be in your life? It wasn’t supposed to work out that way.

Kyungsoo glared at you, “Do it anyway. You should talk about your feelings too. He needs to hear what he did to you.”

“I already told him. He doesn’t care.”

Kyungsoo was getting angry but you could tell it wasn’t at you. He stood, “Well make him care. I can’t stand to watch him treat you like this. None of us can. So maybe talking it out will help.”

You sat up and pointed at him, “Or make things worse.”

He pointed back, “Or fix things.”

You shrugged, “Chanyeol cares for me way less than you think. But I’ll try it.”

Just because you loved him didn’t mean he loved you anywhere near the way you loved him, and you weren’t sure Kyungsoo could see that.

He was just an outsider unfortunately and no matter what he did, or you did with him, it wouldn’t fix anything because all the memories had resurfaced, and your heart was aching. Every touch, every kiss, and every move felt like it just happened yesterday and you were growing exhausted from fighting it off.

♣ ♣ ♣

When you saw him, you didn’t think your heart could beat any faster. He looked more disheveled than you had seen him in a while. Hair a mess, bags under his eyes, and a slight mark from where you had hit him adorning his cheek. You approached him carefully and nervously as he did the same.

It was his first time home in four days. The time had given you the space the calm your angry nerves but now you were just left feeling a gap. A gap that Chanyeol normally filled. You felt guilt, anger and uncertainty. Any doubts you had about yourself was normally smoothed over by your best friend but it had been so long since he had smoothed over any of your hard edges. Things just hadn’t been the same since you slept with him. Even though you loved him and the sex had been meaningful for you, you wanted to go back in time more than anything to that moment and you wanted to say no.

Part of you felt like you took advantage of him even though you were both drunk. You knew how you felt and he didn’t.  

You should have said no.  

You should have hit yourself.

How did you go from blaming Chanyeol to blaming yourself?

“Chanyeol,” you said quietly.

He nodded, closing the distance between you two and pulling you into a rough embrace.  

You were shocked by the sudden contact and you couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp. You also couldn’t seem to close his arms around him back, so you stood still as he hugged you until you felt numb. His embrace had felt so foreign as he hadn’t hugged you, let alone touched you, in months. He had especially kept his distance after the night you slept with him and while it hurt, you were thankful.

The hug, it was unwelcomed, and you didn’t know how to protest without offending him, so you allowed it, sinking in agony on your own. You’d have to pick your battles.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.  

When he released you, you looked at his worn face and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry.”

He seemed surprised by your confession, “You don’t need to be sorry about Kyungsoo,” he sighed, guilt ghosting over his face.  

You shook your head slowly, “Not Kyungsoo. About hitting you.”

He watched you, “You’re not sorry about Kyungsoo?”

“Didn’t you just tell me I didn’t have to be?” You said startled.  

He nodded and then shook his head, “I’m sorry. I’m overwhelmed with emotions. I know you didn’t mean to hit me. You’ve never done so before. I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t. It was really wrong of me and I’m entirely sorry.”

He gave you a smile, “Have we made up then?”

But how was it that easy? Why would it be that easy? There was still so much broken between the two of you that words couldn’t even begin to repair the fractured bits.

But you hesitated, stepping back from him. “I need to apologize for something else.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for letting you sleep with me. I took advantage of you and I should have said no.” Instead of asking for answers, you made them up yourself.

He froze, “Y/N-“

“I can’t expect you to have known how I felt. You were horny and I was there - you were right that it meant nothing. I’ve had time to reflect and feel like it really was nothing. It doesn’t change how I feel so please be mindful of my feelings, but I do now realize, you hadn’t intended on hurting me and that it was my fault.” But even though your words said otherwise, part of you screamed at you – wanting Chanyeol to take the fall for some of it. It took two in this game of breaking hearts.

He shook his head, “What?”

“I know that I should have pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, I-“

“I’m doing my best to get over you, Chanyeol. I don’t need Kyungsoo to love me but I just needed his embrace. Does that make any sense?” His embrace and not Chanyeol’s. Fuck, anyone but Chanyeol’s. You couldn’t even bare the brush of his fingertips against you.

He stopped what he was trying to say and nodded, “I’m sorry for slut shaming you. I had no right after what I did. I won’t get involved again. I promise. I’m sorry I got so mad. I-“

You shook your head at him this time, “You don’t have to explain yourself.” Okay, Y/N, what happened to the plan of asking for answers?

You couldn’t help but be soft for Chanyeol at the end of the day and prodding him when he just came back, didn’t seem right even though one half of you was urging you to do so. You were so soft for him but yet your defenses had raised so high. Your whole mind and heart were having a battle and it was exhausting.

“I don’t know if I can. I’m sorry though. You’re right that it’s not my business. Just because what happened between us did, doesn’t mean I can involve myself anymore I’m your sex life. And I won’t.”

You let out a breath of relief and Chanyeol grabbed you once more, embracing you again. “Can we time travel?” Your body tensed, still not responding to his hug.

You laughed half heartedly, “I’ll let you know if I figure out how.”

“I’d give anything to go back two months ago and redo everything.”

And your heart sunk just hearing his words. You wanted to go back too and you regretted what happened but knowing he regretted it too proved that he could never love you. Surely you knew that by now but it still hurt to hear it out loud.  

“Me too,” but part of you felt like that was a lie.  

You had him for just a moment and part of you was thankful for that one moment even if you did regret it.

Even if you still wanted to go back in time.

You didn’t really know where you stood but what you did know was that you could never go back and you and Chanyeol would never be the same no matter how many times you made up.  

No amount of words or hugs could undo the damage that was done.

♣ ♣ ♣

The next mistake you made didn’t take long. Three weeks after sleeping with Kyungsoo, you found yourself in another fight with Chanyeol. This time, over you spending more time with Kyungsoo than him.  

What did he expect? Sure, you had made up but that didn’t stop the ache in your chest. The ache that was only stopped by Kyungsoo’s attention and affection.  

You hadn’t even been sleeping with Kyungsoo – the two of you agreed it should stay a one time thing, no matter how much you enjoyed it. It was for the best to avoid further complicating things. But during that time, you couldn’t keep scrubbing away the thought of Chanyeol still. The memories resurfaced and coated your being. The thought of his hands splaying over your belly, the thought of his mouth on your skin and the remembrance of the marks he left on your skin felt bone deep. You swore you could still remember exactly where he had marked you. And it was fucking killing you.  

You needed to be embraced by anyone just to make the yearning stop and you half wished you could have Kyungsoo again.  

But fate and being trapped home alone with one other man, led you right to where you wanted when Yixing woke you up to ask if you wanted to help him make cake for his friends eight year anniversary together.  

You hadn’t had much experience with baking as you were more of a chef so you assumed, it was the same.  

It was not.  

You were over stirring the batter when Yixing laughed softly and grabbed the spoon out of your hand, “You need to fold it more, Y/N. If you over stir, the cake will be stiff.”

You put a hand up in protest, “But what if it’s not stirred enough.”

He showed you the motions with his hand and then gestured for you to do the same, you followed instruction, folding the batter slowly before stopping when he said so, “But what if it’s not fully combined?” you asked once more.

He shook his head, “It is, you want it to be fluffy and airy, over stirring takes that air out. It’s better to be under stirred than over. Trust me.”

You hummed to yourself, watching as he poured the batter into the pan. “When did you become such a baker?”

He laughed, “Well when you have to parent seven grown men, you have to learn. They demand their sweets. What about you? Why haven’t you learned much?”

The question could have been construed as rude but with Yixing, it was just out of curiosity. Especially when you had an extreme sweet tooth. If anything, you should have been good at baking. Smiling softly, you leaned against the counter, “I didn’t have the best childhood. I never had opportunities to do things fun such as baking but when I was in foster care, I had to do a lot of the cooking for the house. So, I developed cooking skills more. We didn’t really get sweets.”

Yixing breathed in harshly, “I never knew you were in foster care.”

“It’s where I met Chanyeol. He volunteered with his family to help involve us foster kids in normal family activities. His family would come for holidays and act as long distance relatives. It was to promote normalcy in a very not normal situation.”

Yixing touched your shoulder softly, “That’s really sweet. No wonder he loves you so much.”

You shrugged, he didn’t really love you that much after all, “I am thankful to him for being with me during those times but now I think we’re growing apart. And it’s for the best, but… I’m lonely.”

Yixing cocked his head, “Why are you growing apart?”

You breathed out of your nose, keeping your lips sealed for a moment, “That’s a tale for another day, Yixing. Regardless, Chanyeol’s absence is leaving me with such a lonely emptiness.”

“I’m lonely too. In this house of ten people who would imagine that? But sometimes I just want to be embraced, honestly,” and then his cheeks heated up, “Sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you that.”

Your eyes fell shut as you tried to remember Kyungsoo’s momentary embrace but all you could think about was Chanyeol and your skin started to crawl. You shook your head at his hesitance, “Me too, Yixing. It’s okay.”

“Chanyeol only sees you as a friend?” He asked hesitantly. “I was under the impression of different.”

Scoffing, you watched Yixing’s reaction, “Contrary to that common belief, we are just friends. We will never be more. Which makes me that more lonely.”

Yixing hesitated again, “Do you have feelings for him?”

You paused wondering how much you should open up but knowing Yixing, your feelings were safe with him – as if you had anyone to hide them from since Chanyeol already knew. “I do but I’m working on getting over him. It’s just hard. I have no outlet. I just… this is going to sound slutty, need to have sex. With anyone. I’ve noticed it’s the only thing to stop the burn, so to speak,” you laughed lightly, “but I know I shouldn’t.”

He gave you a look, “That’s not slutty. Guys sleep around all the time.”

You furrowed your brows in thought, “Yes, but the world will always look at women differently.”

“Like Chanyeol did,” Yixing said quietly.  

You nodded, “Yes.”

“Well,” he started, “for the record as long as your safe, I don’t see what the big deal is. Sleep around all you want Y/N. I would too if I could.”

You raised a brow now, “Why can’t you?”

“I want to be with someone I trust. Even if it’s not for a relationship I just want to trust them, ya know?”

Thinking of Kyungsoo, you nodded once, “I know what you mean.”

Silence fell between the two of you before Yixing touched you once more, “Um, Y/N?”

Your gaze shot up to his uneasy eyes. “Hmm?”

“If you ever get lonely, you’re welcome to visit my room.”

And in that moment, you shook with nerves. Yixing was offering you an escape from your feelings once more and you were definitely going to take him up on it if you got desperate. You just hoped he meant what you to thought so you very softly asked, “Am I someone you trust?”

He didn’t even blink when he said “Yes,”  

You just found your next relief and the thought had you anxious.

You very well knew you shouldn’t sleep with another one of your roommates, but you also very well knew, you were going to.  

♣ ♣ ♣

“What does he have that I don’t?” Chanyeol threw his hands in the air.

You groaned, “Why is it a competition, Chanyeol? I can have other friends.”

Just another day Chanyeol was jealous of you spending time with Kyungsoo. You had to admit, you were spending more time with him, but you also had to admit that being around Chanyeol was hard. It seemed like it wasn’t a bad idea that the two of you had some time apart from each other. It may even be better than spending time together.

No matter how much you loved and cared for him, you hurt just as equally and sometimes you had to look out for your own feelings – especially when the other person wasn’t.  

He paced your bedroom, “Okay, but you’re neglecting me and all you do is hang out with Kyungsoo. I thought we were good? Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you said simply as you shrugged your shoulders. So you weren’t avoiding him necessarily but you were taking a break. You would still talk to him and see him but hanging out was hard.  

His finger pointed accusingly at you, “But you’ve ditched on all of our plans and spent all of you time with him. You won’t even get coffee with me. What’s the deal?”

You guys always got coffee together on Monday and Wednesday just as you had in your younger years but you couldn’t bear it lately.

You glared at him, “Do you really want the answer?”

“Say it,” he spat.

“Kyungsoo is easier to be around.”

He groaned, “I thought we were past everything. You apologized and so did I. What else could be left?”

“There are still remains, Chanyeol. As much as I want to get past our past, I can’t.”

He was stunned. “You slept with Kyungsoo too!” he yelled, “But things are just fine between you. How?”

“Stop bringing it up, Chanyeol!”

“You started it!”

You stood, pointing to your door, “Get out, I’m not doing this.”

“I’ll leave when you tell me what the difference is.”

You blinked at him. Once. Twice. And three times before laughing, “You already know.”

He cocked his head, “If I did why would I ask?”

“It’s because I love you, you fucking idiot.”

His body tensed as he shook his head, “You’ve got to stop saying that.”

“Then stop making me.”

He let out a puff of air, “Tell me, Y/N, what can I do to fix this? What can I do to make us stop to make us stop arguing?”

“Stop coming at me for not spending time with you. Sometimes, I know it’s hard to imagine, but you’re hard to be around because my feelings are so strong. I have distinct memories, Chanyeol and they hurt me. If you love me,” he flinched, “as a friend, then you’ll give me space. I just need space.”

“All you want is space. What about what I want?”

“I have to suffer to do what you want, Chanyeol. Do you want me to suffer?”

He tapped his foot, “Can you not suffer for me? You love me but you can’t suffer for me?”

You glared at him with furrowed brows, “You want me to suffer for you? You don’t want me to love you, but you think if I love you, I’d suffer?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Just leave Chanyeol. It’s not worth it.”

“What’s not worth it?”

“The fighting, the friendship, anything!”

He threw his hands in the air. “Fuck you too, Y/N. This is not how you treat someone you love!”

You lifted a pillow into the air and flung it at him, “This is not how you treat someone who loves you.” He caught it before it could touch him and looked at you baffled.  

“I never asked you to love me!” He yelled.  

“I never asked to love you either!”

And just as Chanyeol did, he stormed out.  

You didn’t know how to make the fighting stop. Nothing you seemed to do was good enough for him. To make yourself suffer and spend time with him, would be difficult but you thought maybe if the two of you could ever get on common grounds enough that you could try. Try. You could try getting coffee with him again and see how bad that hurt.

But you knew it would hurt a lot.

It was that night, feeling weak and crying over Chanyeol that you snuck to Yixing’s room at half past midnight.

You knocked, meekly half hoping he wouldn’t answer but when he did, you were as startled as he.

“Y/N,” he said quietly before ushering you inside.

You looked around to be sure no one saw you and when the coast was clear, you went inside.

“What brings you here this late?”

You sighed, “I’m gonna sound pathetic.”

He sat on his bed, “I’m sure it’s a good reason.”

“Chanyeol and I fought again and I’m really not feeling so great. I just needed… an escape. If you’re not in the mood to-“

He put a hand up, silencing you, “No. you’re more than welcome. I was hoping to see you soon.”

You smiled at him, “Thank you.”

“For the record, the offer was for platonic relations as much as more… uh… romantic. If you want to just have someone to talk to I can be that too.”

You paused and sat next to him when he patted the bed next to him. “Well, don’t be offended but if I wanted platonic, I’d normally seek out Soo.”

He laughed, “Nothing is better than a woman who knows what she wants. I know we’re not very close but I assure you if you ever need it, I could be here for you like him too.”

“I feel inclined to tell you…” you trailed off momentarily.  

“What’s that?”

“I did sleep with Kyungsoo. We’re completely just friends but I felt like you should know… I don’t want to mislead you-“

He shook his head quickly, “It’s not my business. All that’s my business is what happens in here.”

You shook, “Thank you.”

He reached for your hand, taking it gently and giving you a small smile. “What can I do for you then, Y/N? What would you like from me?”

You giggled, “Don’t we just… see where it goes.”

He moved his head from one side to another, “We could. Or,” he tightened his grip on your hand, “You could tell me what you really want.”

You squeezed his hand and looked up into his big dark eyes, “I’m not sure… I didn’t think that far.”

His eyes searched yours, “There’s not time like the present. What do you really want that you don’t get often? What do you really feel like? You came to me, after all.”

You were sure your cheeks were bright red at the subject. You normally didn’t talk things out before you had sex so this was new. Not that it was a turn off because of anything, it was more of a turn on. Yixing wanted to be sure you did something you wanted and that made you excited.  

He gave you moments of silence so you could think, just holding your hand and being patient while you tried to imagine the things you wanted Yixing to do to you.

Oh, the things you wanted Yixing to do.

Considering the drunk stupid sex you had with Chanyeol, you wanted something more memorable and different. You needed something that would be left behind on your skin the way Chanyeol had. You needed something to block it.

And then it came to you.

“Um,” you began.  

He nodded eagerly, “Yes, angel?”

And you almost bust every vessel in your body in that one moment. Nobody had ever called you angel before and nobody had ever called you a pet name the way he did. It rolled so perfectly off of Yixing’s tongue that you would have swore he said it to you at thousand times. You visibly shivered. “I’m imagining… water…” you said carefully.  

He smirked and you saw his tongue poke out to lick his lips, “I was hoping you’d say that. Shower then?”

You nodded and Yixing stood, pulling you up with him. He led you carefully over to the bathroom, stopping just before the threshold and asked, “You sure?”

And remembering Kyungsoo, you decided to vocalize your answer. Nothing was sexier than consent, “Yes. Please Yixing.”

And then your back was pressed against the bathroom door as Yixing’s eyes prodded yours before he bent down, pressing his lips sweetly against yours. You moaned into his mouth as his hand that was still holding yours moved to your cheek and the other one to your waist. His lips moved expertly and part of you wondered who the hell made him so experienced. You couldn’t help but be jealous. His lips felt like fire and you felt like ice as you melted beneath him, barley able to stand on your own to feet as he continued his assault.

His lips left yours to move to your neck, kissing and biting the skin gently before asking, “Can I mark you? I don’t have to if you don’t want to - I’m just kind of into it.”

You groaned deeply and nodded, you loved when a man marked you. It made you feel possessed in the best moment and you were sure it would help scrub away any bad memories if not mentally, then physically. “Yes please.”

And then he bit down on your neck, sucking the skin of the hollow of your neck into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the skin, causing you pain but in turn, a whole lot more pleasure.  

You knew you were getting wet just from him biting you.  

He made his way up from the bottom of your neck all the way up to your chin before moving to the other side. From where he was pressed against you, you could feel his hardened cock pressed against your abdomen and you swore you felt like electric shocks had racked through your body. In the moment, you didn’t realize how much Yixing was really marking you up.

His lips made their way back to yours when they finished the assault on your neck and he smiled as he kissed you, “You’re gonna do so good, angel,” he cooed.

Your knees felt like jello at his words and the only thing holding you up was Yixing’s firm grip.

He left you for a moment, adjusting his hard member as he moved away and he turned on the shower, “I’m gonna warm it up for us. Do you like it hot?”

You nodded. You needed your skin to melt.

He smiled at you again, “Good. It’s going to be hot in there.”

After touching the water and being sure it was warm, he reached for you, spinning you around in his arms until you were standing in front of the mirror with him, your eyes moving over the marks on your neck as you pressed your ass against his boner.

His fingers trickled down your neck as he counted the marks, “You’re so pretty like this.”

You smiled, your hands reaching behind you to grab his neck. He took advantage of the moment to strip you, pulling your shirt over your arms and then pulling down your pajama pants and underwear in one quick swoop. He groaned at you, enjoying the view of you almost naked and pressed against him before he unsnapped your bra and threw it on the ground.  

His hands roamed over your body, delicately pressing into your skin as he felt all of your curves before they made their way back up to your breasts, cupping them gently with his hands before releasing them and watching them bounce.  

“Beautiful,” he praised.

You pressed your ass against him, “You too, Yixing,” you said in reference to his clothes.

He nodded, stepping away from you to strip quickly.

You watched in the mirror and the moment his cock sprang free, you were stunned. He was packing and you were thoroughly surprised at the boys in the house. Why hadn’t you thought of sleeping with them before?

Oh.

Chanyeol.  

You focused on Yixing, trying to push away the thought as he came up behind you, grasping your hips and pressing them into his. His cock rubbed against your ass cheeks as he did so.  

Both of you let out quiet moans before Yixing pulled you towards the shower, opening the glass door and pulling the two of you inside.  

He watched you as you stood under the stream of water and he grinned. “You’re really perfect. Has anyone told you that?”

You shook your head, nobody had really ever said that to you.  

Definitely not Chanyeol.  

Oh god.

There he was again. Coming back into your thoughts when you least needed it.

You reached for Yixing and he embraced you, rubbing his hands down your wet sides and kissing you.

“Yixing, please,” you begged, “I really need this.”

Hot water splashed down onto both of you as he gave you a look, “No foreplay?”

You laughed, “You’re enough foreplay. Feel me if you’re not sure, but I’m drenched.”

He growled before nodding and turning you around, bending your body over. “Is this okay?”

“Fuck yes,” you squeezed as he rubbed his hands over your ass. He dipped a finger inside you and groaned when he felt your wetness.

“You’re so ready for me,” he muttered.  

Your hands hung in the air, not really sure where to put them as you were bent over but that was the least of your worries when you felt Yixing push inside you.  

A strangled moan escaped your lips when he thrusted harder, forcing you to bend further down and your hands to press their palms into the tiled floor of the shower. You don’t know if you had ever had it like this before. You were so far arched that you could feel every movement from Yixing and every thrust was him hitting your cervix. The pain was delightful and took away all of your worries.

He grabbed your hips, pulling in and out of you, fast and slow all at the same time. His rhythm was unique and fuck if you needed it right then.

“You’re doing good, angel,” the words came out needy and whiny, but you found it arousing the way his words dripped with sincerity and emotion.

You moaned out his name, feeling the pressure building inside you as he thrusted faster. His moans were turning you on so much that you could hear the squelching sound your womanhood made when he pressed in and out. You felt slightly embarrassed but the more he fucked you, the more he fucked the embarrassment, worry and pain away.

His hand splayed over your back momentarily before coming down and around your breast, grabbing roughly and running his thumb over your nipple. When you let out a howl in pain, he released you, muttering a “Sorry, angel,” and releasing his hand.

One of his hands gripped your thigh, lifting it slightly and nearly causing you to eat shit against the tile, but he steadied you. Thrusting harder thanks to the new angle. You pressed your palms and heel into the tile as hard as you could as your mouth had fallen wide open and you couldn’t stop the loud moans that were escaping. Thankfully, the loud shower would cover them. Yixing’s new angle put pressure on your clit and it made things that much more intense for you.

After a couple of moments, he released your leg, letting out a loud moan and pressing his hands into the small of you back.

He continued his assault on your body, running his hands over your wet back and ass, caressing you in all the right places before pulling out without warning, forcing you to bend back over when you tried to stand and bending down behind you, his tongue lapping over your opening and clit.

You moaned loudly, reaching back to touch him and he grabbed your hand, holding it back.

His tongue moved up and down, wrapping around your clit when he got the chance and causing you to climax directly on his face when neither of you expected it. Way quicker than you had intended.

“Sorry,” you murmured as he just laughed.

“That was the goal, angel.”

“What about you?” You asked out of breath and still bent over in the hot shower. You could see the steam coating the glass door and the marks you guys had left on it.  

“I can just get off really quick, don’t you worry your little head about it.”

You shook your head and then stood, before getting down on your knees in front of him, facing away from the shower head.

You took him quickly in your mouth before he could oppose and he groaned loudly. You sucked hard and fast, not wanting to get anyone off as badly as you wanted to get him off in that moment. Your cheeks hallowed and you took him to the back of your throat, gagging as you did. One hand wrapped around his shaft that you couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other cupped his balls as you sucked faster.  

You could feel him thrusting into your mouth slightly in response to the feeling and it made you smile around him. You loved having Yixing like this. You loved having control over a man more than anything.

He came hard and you swallowed every bit that you could even if you gagged as he came when his cock hit the very back of your throat. Yixing took a few minutes to come too before pulling you up and kissing your lips lightly. “You’re great,” he complimented as he reached for his shampoo. “Ready for the good part though?”

You raised a brow and let out a heavy sigh as you tried to catch your breath, “What’s that?”

He scoffed, “Getting your hair shampooed.”

Your lips spread into a grin as your turned around and let Yixing wash your hair and body. He was gentle as his fingers massaged the woodsy smelling shampoo into your scalp. You let out a slight sigh as he scrubbed away at your scalp, being sure to coat every strand of hair in shampoo.  

When he was done with you, you gestured for him to bend down so you could do the same. He laughed, bending his head so you could rub your fingers into his scalp and coat his short hair. You made quick work of it though because you knew the angle was awkward for his neck.

With the shampoo washed out, he grabbed a loofa, dripping some body wash onto it before gesturing for you to stand in front of him with your arms out.  

You giggled as he gently tickled your body with the loofa, cleaning every crevice of your skin that he could.

It turned out, Yixing was quite the gentleman and his aftercare was the best you had received in years.

You finished up the shower Yixing after you helped wash his perfectly sculpted body, the two of you having stayed in there until the water ran cold and both of you sought the warmth of his large bath towels.

He apologized for the marks he left as the two of you dressed and you just waved him off, “I like them,” you responded and no matter how true it was, you were nervous to hide the marks since you barley wore makeup. If Chanyeol saw them, you were scared what would happen.

He helped you put your clothes on, gently and tenderly pulling every piece of material over your limbs and making you smile when he kissed your forehead when he was done.

“I wish you didn’t have to go. I’d love to keep you in my bed all night.”

You smirked at him, “I’m sure you would.”

And you could tell Yixing was starting to get hard again but unfortunately, you had to go before it was too late and someone noticed you weren’t where you were supposed to be.

Like the gentleman he was he gave you one last kiss before you left his room.  

You let the room just past two am, cold from getting out of the cool shower and nervous to run into anyone leaving his room.  

But fate was never on your side when you ran into Sehun in the hall. He eyed you suspiciously before pointing his fingers at his eyes then at you, “I’m watching you.”

You put your hands in the air in defense, “I’m not doing anything.”

He pursed his lips, “Explain coming out of Yixing’s room then.”

You stumbled over your words, “I was just hanging out with him.”

“Then who are those from?” He pressed, pointing at the marks on your neck.  

You froze, trying to cover them with your hands and your teeth started chattering, “What are you talking about?”

He had one brow raised, “Did you go to his room just to shower? Don’t you and Chanyeol share a bathroom?”

And then you freaked out when you heard his name, “Please for fuck sake don’t tell Chanyeol.”

He smirked, “So you were up to something,” he said with certainty.

“I-I-“

He laughed, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me sweet Y/N, but don’t think I don’t know everything that goes on in this house.”

And you parted ways, panic was heavy in your heart things getting worse when you went back to your room and you found Chanyeol sleeping in your bed. You gasped in shock, not sure what to do at first but you tried to keep your cool. Chaneyol always used to sleep in bed with you, this should be nothing different. But fuck, it after you just slept with Yixing and seeing the man in your bed, all you could imagine was Chanyeol holding you that night all over again.

And the burn was only gone for so long as your heart started to press roughly against your chest, and you felt pain all the way up your throat.

You sighed, going to the bathroom quickly before joining the man in your bed, keeping an arm length distance and falling asleep.

♣ ♣ ♣

~ ❤ Three ❤ ~

tags: @yourexotextplus and @xiusoomygod​

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

Roomates, Dates, and Kisses [Part 6]

Frown was quite fond of Unikitty and Puppycorn after a while. After many more trips to the park, the beach, and other places, his love for them and his lover only grew.

One day, the family decided to make a cake together before going to bed. The younglings got the ingridients, Brock got his oven mitts and a bowl, and Frown got all the rest. Puppycorn handled the dry ingridents and Frown handled the wet ones, with Unikitty mixing it all together. They talked and joked as they worked, having a lovely time. Brock poured th batter in a cake pan and put it in the oven to cook.

The family played some card games until it was done. They would decorate it the next day once it set in the fridge overnight. With the cake all done, the younglings were tucked into bed with a kiss on each of their foreheads (curtesy of Brock) and their parents snuggled into bed together.

Suddenly, Dr. Fox and Hawodile burst through the front door with a loud BAM. Frown and Brock woke up and sluggishly walked over.

“Y’all...we just tucked the kids in, they’re sleeping,” Brock murmured tiredly.

“Well, too bad! WE’RE TAKING YOU TO COURT!” Hawodile shouted.

Frown was already giving Hawk the death stare as Brock talked to him.

“It’s literally 10 pm, stop shouting...”

“Justice stops for no one.”

“Gee, at least let me get the kids. We can't leave them here by themselves."

Frown carried Puppycorn and Brock carried Unikitty. The younglings were still sound asleep even as they were set down on a table in the court house. Gently, of course.

"Alright," Dr. Fox started, "We will debate with each other and Richard will be the judge in the end. He's not here yet, but we can handle this two on two."

Frown gave her an even sharper glare than Hawk before speaking.

"Nah, you and me can go one on one. My husband doesn't need to get involved in this dumb stuff,” he sneered.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The debate started.

“First of all, did you two fill out the proper adoption papers?”

“We did with Frown Town. You know, cause’ of the whole, ‘Unikitty and Puppycorn not technically in the UniKingdom orphan system and being an enemy to the kingdom since forever’ thing?”

“Well then you didn’t do right! You basically kidnapped them!”

“Hey, we tried our best! And it's not like they're being held against their will. We’ve gone back in front of their castle multiple times. They’re smarter than they appear to be sometimes.”

“Even so, they are nine and eleven!”

“Not like you could do better! You didn’t even do anything about their parents! In fact, you always get involved when they get in trouble.”

“Well you taunted them and made their lives miserable!”

“I know I was bad to them, but I’m not like that to them anymore!”

“How does that make things different, huh?!”

“YOU STILL SEE THEM AS YOUR PEERS WHILE I SEE THEM AS MY FREAKING CHILDREN!"

Dr. Fox was silent. Brock was hugging a shaking Frown. Richard calmly entered the court room, opening the door loud enough to be heard.

“Richard!” everyone cheered.

“I’m here to make the final decision and I already know what it is,” Richard said, talking in his monotone way.

“We don’t need to tell you our arguments?” Dr. Fox queried.

“No. Frown and Brock have won by far.”

“What?! But why?!”

“First of all, Unikitty and Puppycorn have been so much calmer. I have no clue how you two do it, Frown.”

“Activities and quiet time,” Brock mentioned, yawning afterward.

Rick continued.

“And second of all, they’re happy and their lives are so much more ordinary. I must admit I held them to too high of a standard, especially Unikitty. They’re nine and eleven. They shouldn’t have to rule and control a kingdom.”

“I...suppose you’re right, Richard,” Dr. Fox reluctantly agreed.

“It’s settled then. Frown and Brock get custody.”

Frown and Brock quietly cheered and hugged each other, ecstatic that they had officially custody under the UniKingdom and Frown Town. It couldn’t be more officially.

“Hey, Dr. Fox and Hawkodile,” Brock said, “We’ll bring them over to visit more often.”

Frown nodded and Dr. Fox and Hawk smiled. Unikitty and Puppycorn, who were still sound asleep, were taken home and tucked in by their dads, each getting two forehead kisses, one from each dad.

“And they lived happily ever after!” Feebee said.

And then they had a dance party. And then the world caught on fire. And then everything was fine. And then-

Brock woke up. That dream went weird, he thought, But it was nice for the most part. He peeked over Frown who was still snoring away and giggled. Brock kissed Frown’s cheek and went back to bed.

We’ve only gone on one date and I already want to marry you.

[crystaljins]

Good riddance.

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 2k

Synopsis:   Is it too much to ask for a normal rooommate?

Jimin x reader. Roomates-to-lovers

Notes: The first of my requests to celebrate reaching 1000 followers! This is dedicated to my beloved queenie who always leaves the sweetest asks for me! She requested “Jimin +  moving in to an apartment/college!au style “ And this mess of a fic is what she got, unfortunately. I’m not too fond of it myself- I’m battling some mean writer’s block! But the concept is cute, at least.

Warnings: None

“Thank goodness.” Taehyung says warmly through a mouthful of freshly baked cookie. Jimin reaches for a cookie too, savouring the soft, dough-y texture and the richness of the slightly-melted chocolate chips. He closes his eyes in contentment for a long moment. “I’m so glad your crazy roommate finally moved out.”

“She wasn’t crazy.” He says with a sigh. The apartment is clean and smells of freshly baked cookies. He can hear his new roommate humming cheerfully in the next room. After baking some cookies, he had decided he’d do some cleaning. Because cleaning is apparently a hobby for Jimin’s new, eerily perfect roommate. Life is good. No, it’s great. He can’t remember the last time he had a peaceful afternoon like this. “She did move out really quickly, though.”

And he’s glad of it. Good riddance. It’s about time fate cut him some slack! He’s had a string of increasingly bad roommates over the past year and his most recent one was the worst of them. It all started a year ago, when he discovered his roommate of three years had been sleeping with his girlfriend for almost the entire time they had lived together. Needless to say, he had required a new roommate as soon as possible. He lived in a nice apartment but it definitely required a two-person income to meet the rent demands and he wasn’t going to live with that lying jerk a moment longer. Only, finding a new roommate was easier said than done.

The first of his bad string of roommates had been Toby. Toby had been nice enough at first. He never left dirty dishes in the sink and he always checked first with Jimin before using the washing machine to make sure Jimin didn’t need to use it too. He had paid his rent on time too, which had been the priority. Post-graduate students don’t make a lot of money and Jimin didn’t have any income to spare if his roommate was late on paying rent.

The problem with Toby was Toby’s girlfriend. She was a nice girl in small doses. She smiled a lot and always made small talk with Jimin on the awkward occasions he was alone in the living room with her. But she and Toby fought a lot. Which isn’t a huge problem- every relationship has their communication bumps and hardships. But their fights weren’t normal fights. They would scream at each other at weird hours of the night and one time Toby’s girlfriend had gotten so mad she had taken a plate and thrown it against the wall. It had shattered to the point that super glue could do nothing for the plate. And it was a nice plate too! It was part of the set Jimin’s mother bought for him when he first moved to the city for his studies. Needless to say, Jimin had requested that Toby find another place to stay the next morning.

Of course, Toby was sorely missed in comparison to his next roommate, Bertha. The problem with Bertha was that she had a cat. As a disclaimer, Jimin loves cats. He thinks they are sweet and he’s always wanted a cat of his own. But Bertha’s cat was no ordinary cat. No, it was a demon, summoned from hell with a fetish for human toes and a propensity for leaving poo nuggets in inconvenient areas. Cats are supposed to naturally use litter trays! Why the demonspawn, or Mittens, as Bertha fondly called him, reviled the litter tray so deeply is a mystery for the ages. Needless to say, Jimin had tolerated that for as long as he could. But then Mittens had decided he would take a nice bite of Jimin’s big toe while he was napping on the couch one day and Jimin had ended up in hospital. Who knew cat bites were so dangerous? Bertha had offered to move out straight away and had also paid for Jimin’s hospital bills as long as he didn’t make her put her beloved demonspawn to sleep. She hasn’t contacted him since. 

He wishes he could say that Bertha was the worst of his roommates but she wasn’t. There was Michael, who had a creepy taxidermy obsession. And Angela, who only washed her hair during the full moon. He doesn’t even want to say what Seungmin was like. There had been no end in sight to his string of bad roommates.

Then you came along. You actually hadn’t undergone Jimin’s usual selection process, which was his first mistake. He had developed pretty strict selection criteria after suffering through so many bad roommates. But you had managed to bypass all of that thanks to your older brother Yoongi. Yoongi is a nice, calm guy. He has helped Jimin a lot in the past, especially during the cheating-girlfriend fiasco. So when Yoongi had mentioned that his younger sister was moving to the city after changing degrees, Jimin had been quick to offer up the extra room in his apartment. By that stage, he had seen the worst of the worst when it came to crazy roommates- there was no way someone related to Yoongi could be any worse than the nutcases he had dealt with this far.

He should have been more careful. You really gave all the other roommate’s a run for their money. You would offer to make him dinner and then set the stove top on fire. His favourite shirt had been ruined in the evacuation. You were hopeless at doing the dishes- he’s had to buy at least three new sets of dinner plates since you moved in. You had broken the vacuum cleaner, clogged the shower drain, smashed a window… You were supposed to ease his financial burdens, not create them! And you just kept inserting yourself into his life- inviting yourself to movie nights, charming his friends so they invited you along to parties he attended. At least he could just go for a walk or meet up with friends when his other roommates grew to be too much- there was no escaping you, however.

Which is why he’s glad you moved out so suddenly! As far as roommates go, you were terrible, with all the annoying and frustrating habits to boot and since he didn’t have the heart to kick you out, it’s better that you left on your own. And without any warning so he didn’t have to stress about you moving out or anything horrible like that. Just… bam. He woke up and you were on the doorstep, bidding him an awkward farewell. He’s glad things ended up like this. His new roommate can cook, never sets the apartment on fire and offered to drive Jimin to work since his car broke down.

“I’m highkey glad she’s gone. She kept ruining our movie nights.” Taehyung continues. “If she made me watch Monster’s Inc. one more time…” Taehyung trails off and shudders at the recollection of your weird obsession with the movie.  Taehyung whirls on Jimin. “But I did always wonder. Why did you give in to her?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, reaching for another cookie. He’s going to start putting on weight with the way his new roommate feels a compulsion to feed him but honestly it would be worth it. Taehyung frowns and tilts his head at Jimin. It reminds Jimin of the way Taehyung’s dog looks when it comes across something new and puzzling.

“Well, you could have said no to her at any point.” Taehyung points out. “When she asked to tag along to our movie nights or when she insisted on cooking dinner or even when Yoongi first suggested she move in with you. The whole time, you could have refused. But you let her do it. You knew what the outcome would be and yet every time… you kept saying yes.”

Jimin goes silent at Taehyung’s surprisingly astute observation. The warm chocolate chip cookie, previously delightfully warm and delicious, now tastes like ash in his mouth.

“Would you like to know what really happened?” Taehyung asks, leaning forward with a sharpness to his eyes that wasn’t there before. Jimin shrinks slightly beneath the gaze of his oldest friend.

“N-nothing happened. We just decided to go our separate ways.” Jimin points out, internally cursing himself for his stutter. “It’s just cause she’s Yoongi’s sister. I felt obligated to be nice to her.”

“Cute.” Taehyung answers with a smile. “But also a blatant lie. Jimin, I know what you look like when you have a crush.”

Jimin’s not sure why he feels like his heart suddenly freezes in his chest. A… crush? On you?

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jimin answers with an uneasy laugh. “I don’t have a crush on her. Taehyung, she turned my uniform shirts pink a few weeks ago because she accidentally left her underwear in the wash.”

“Well, that’s a shame then.” Taehyung says with a dramatic sigh. “I guess her moving out because of her feelings for you was the right move then, huh?”

Jimin blinks a few times and it takes him a second to comprehend what Taehyung is saying.

“Feelings… for me? She moved out like that because… because she had feelings? For me?” Jimin questions and he wishes he didn’t sound so desperate and hopeful but he’s temporarily lost control over the emotions in his voice thanks to Taehyung’s shocking announcement. Taehyung grins widely.

“I thought you didn’t have a crush? Then you shouldn’t care about the real reason she moved out.” Taehyung says smugly and as much as Jimin loves Taehyung, he could honestly strangle him in that moment. 

“Taehyung.” Jimin calls warningly and Taehyung actually breaks out in laughter.

“The night before she moved out, she was actually planning to confess to you.” Taehyung explains. Jimin swallows past the dryness in his throat as remembers the night in question.

You had been acting strange all day, a bit antsy, and every time Jimin stepped into the kitchen to make sure you hadn’t set any accidental fires, you had shooed him out.

Of course, true to your nature, the familiar smell of smoke had filled the apartment while Jimin was distracted taking a phone call with his landlord. Jimin, fully prepared for your kitchen mishaps, had rushed in with the fire extinguisher at the ready. Of course, the food you had tried to make had been inedible before it caught fire, but it entered new levels of inedible when covered in flame retardant. You had stared at the food with a weird look in your eyes and Jimin had helpfully suggested you order takeout.

The night had gone smoothly from there and the two of you had watched a movie. You’d bid him goodnight with a smile on your face and the next morning you were packed and ready to move out. Just like that. No warning. You had been smiling and having fun with him with no indication of what you were planning and then suddenly his apartment was empty and dark. And he was forced to admit a horrible truth to himself:

You’re not the worst roommate he’s ever had. No, you’re probably the best one. Not because you’re perfect or because you have no bad habits. But because you’re you. Full of energy and sincerity and affection and the day you moved out you accidentally broke Jimin’s heart. As pathetic and stupid as it is, he had liked you. A lot. And it hurt when you suddenly moved out like that, despite his attempts to pretend otherwise.

“As silly as it is, I think she moved out because you inadvertently rejected her that night.” Taehyung admits, shaking his head. “That’s what Yoongi thinks, at least. It’s the most words I’ve ever heard from him and they were all to insult you.”

Jimin winces, but he has more pressing matter than Yoongi being mad: You have feelings for him. Feelings. For him.

“Did you really say that she’s the biggest pain you’ve ever come across? While she was making you a nice dinner to confess her feelings?” Taehyung asks curiously. Jimin winces when he recalls that yes. He had said something along those lines while in hysterics following yet another fire-related incident. He was going to lose his deposit on the apartment at this rate.

“I… might have… said something along those lines.” Jimin finally admits. His jaw drops as he puts two and two together. Taehyung smiles widely. “Is... is that why she moved out? Because of some stupid panicked words I said while our apartment was on fire?”

“What are you going to do about it if that’s the case?” Taehyung asks. But Jimin is already on his feet and grabbing his coat. He’s out the door before Taehyung even completes his question.

Jimin’s new roommate pokes his head out the door.

“Was Jimin going somewhere?” He asks, glancing around curiously. “Did he not like the cookies?”

Taehyung shrugs and turns to Seokjin.

“He’s just going to have an important talk. Now, about your roommate situation…” He trails away and stares at Seokjin curiously and then warmly at the cookies.

“I have a spare room if, for some mysterious reason, you find yourself homeless in the next few days. I have a feeling you’ll need it.”

[all-things-skam]

hii could you write something about the boys finding out about sander and robbe? ps. i love your fics!

Can you do a fic of the boy squad finding out about Robbe and sander! Love everything you write!

Hi! Please could I request the boy squad walking in on Robbe and Sander, what they’re doing in that situation is up to you ☺️

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Title: Quiet mornings at casa Milan, Zoenne and Robbe

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzermans + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Quiet mornings at the flatshare were rare. Something was always going on, whether it was a casual conversation over breakfast, an argument between Zoe and Senne or Milan pulling pranks on his flatmates - like that time he pretended to be Zoe and slid into bed with Senne.

Although it was entertaining and lively, it could get exhausting at times. Robbe wasn't used to so much craziness in his home. Especially in the morning.

When Robbe woke up on Saturday morning, there was surprisingly no one up. He knitted his eyebrows and peaked at the entrance, remarking that Zoe's shoes and jacket were absent. Did she go out already? It's barely 10am.

Robbe shrugged and went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. He made more, knowing that Sander would want some when he'd wake up, being one of those people who drank coffee in the morning but clearly didn't need it, being energetic enough already.

Leaning against the counter, the brunet scrolled down his phone, trying to find something to cook for breakfast. He wasn't a grand cook, but he could attempt to make pancakes. Sander has a sweet tooth, he'll like that.

Milan was either sleeping off his hangover or leisuring in bed with his Friday hook up - Robbe bet on the latter, having heard the door open around 2am -, so he wouldn't be there to tease him about being a good housewife for cooking for his boyfriend.

The coffee maker beeped, signaling that the coffee was ready. Robbe put his phone down and poured some in a mug, hissing when he burned his lips from eagerly taking a sip.

Concentrated on the pancake batter sizzling in the pan, Robbe didn't hear the feet sliding on the hardwood and making their way to the kitchen.

From the doorway, Sander smiled at the sight of his boyfriend standing by the stove, looking all cute while cooking breakfast in his boxers and a tee shirt. Smirking, Sander saw the perfect opportunity to sneak behind Robbe and wrap his arms around his waist, causing the smaller one to jump.

''Sander! Don't do that again... I could've burned myself,'' Robbe warned, flipping the pancake on the other side.

''Good morning you too. Smells good,'' the blond said, nuzzling his face in Robbe's neck, kissing up to his jaw.

Leaning into his boyfriend's touch, a smile formed on Robbe's lips, one hand going to rest over Sander's while the other one held the spatula. ''I made pancakes,'' Robbe declared, turning around in Sander's hold. ''You hungry? There's coffee too.''

Sander hummed, eyes on Robbe's face, staring at his delicate features. ''Aren't you the prettiest in the morning?'' He grabbed a piece of Robbe's hair between his fingers and twirled it around, grinning before dipping to kiss him.

Breaking from the kiss, Robbe rolled his eyes, faking annoyance and returned to his pancake before it burned.

''Hey, I wasn't finished...'' Sander pulled him back toward him, Robbe's back hitting his bare chest. He kissed his cheek repeatedly and Robbe chuckled, enjoying the small moment just the two of them while it lasted.

The lack of privacy one of the downside of living with flatmates. Someone was always in Robbe's business, asking questions or knocking on his door when Sander was over. It was annoying.

Turning off the stove, Robbe put the last pancake on the pile. It had been a struggle to cook while Sander was attached to his body, but he made it work.

Barely two minutes after sitting down and diving into their pancakes, Milan emerged from his bedroom. He downed a tall glass of water for his parched throat and eyed the pancakes on the table with heart eyes.

''Hello lovebirds. Aw, you made pancakes for me, Robbe?'' his flatmate said, about to steal a piece from his plate.

Immediately, Robbe moved his plate away from Milan's reach. ''Don't touch it! Who knows where those hands have been...''

Milan smiled smugly. '' Well-''

Robbe grimaced, shaking his head. ''I don't want to know,'' he pressed before Milan could elaborate.

Before him, Sander chuckled, sipping his coffee as he watched the scene between the two roomates. He hadn't known Milan for long, but he was a fun one.

The doorbell rang, forcing their conversation to end.

''I'll go!'' Milan offered, heading in direction of the door, leaving the young couple to themselves.

Robbe stood to pour himself a second cup of coffee, but, as he passed in front of Sander,  the blond grabbed him be his waist, pulling him down on his lap before he could go anywhere. A soft giggle left Robbe's lips, leaning into his lover and snaking his arms around his neck to kiss his temple.

There was some chatter by the door as Milan let some people in, but Robbe didn't hear them, caught in his own bubble of honeymoon love with Sander.

Someone cleared their throat and Robbe and Sander snapped out of their bubble, the younger one going completely still when seeing Jens, Aaron and Moyo in the kitchen's entrance. His heart started hammering behind his chest, an anxious knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn't how Robbe wanted to introduce his boyfriend to is friends, but the secret was out now. It wasn't a full secret. They knew that he was seeing someone, they just hadn't met him - or so they thought - nor knew his name. Robbe felt bad telling them that he had stolen Britt's boyfriend, having voiced his opinion on cheating in the past. Even though he was head over heels in love with Sander, it didn't erase the wrongness of cheating on Noor with her friend's boyfriend.

''W-what are you all doing here?'' His voice was insecure and tense.

Sensing his discomfort, Sander rubbed Robbe's hip subtly, trying to reassure him and ease some anxiety. Alas, it didn't do much. If anything, Sander's presence made the situation worse.

''I could ask him the same,'' Jens pointed out, nodding at Sander.

He had nothing against Sander personally, he just felt betrayed that Robbe didn't tell him about the blond. Jens was supposed to be his best friend after all. Doesn't best friends tell each other about who they are seeing? He always confided in Robbe about love life, why didn't he do the same?

Robbe looked down, avoiding Jens's gaze.

From Sander's point of view, Jens was being unfair with Robbe. He didn't know their past or the extent of their friendship, but as his best friend, Jens shouldn't be pointing daggers at Robbe for keeping something to himself. Your best friend status doesn't signify you have to tell each other everything. It's okay to keep things to yourself - especially about your love life. You and your significant other are allowed to have a secret garden together.

Maybe Jens and the boys liked to brag about who they kiss or hook up with, but not Robbe. And, they have no right to shame him or make him feel bad about it.

''It's Robbe's choice if he wanted to tell you or not about me. This is new for him- for us and we decided to take things slow,'' Sander explained from behind Robbe, incapable to sit there and let Robbe's so called friends get away with making him feel bad about keeping his lover's identity a secret. ''I can understand your reaction if it's coming from the cheating side of the story. What we did was wrong and it hurt people, but it happened and we have to move on. But if you are bitter because Robbe wanted to keep something for himself for a little longer, you are fucking selfish. It's his first relationship, let him decide what he wants to share with you and when. He doesn't owe you - or anyone - anyhting.''

His speech surprised everyone. Even Milan who was listening from the hallway, ready to intervene if needed. He didn't had to though, not after Sander's outburst. In moment like this, it was a good thing that the photographer had no filter. If his speech didn't put the three teenagers in their place, nothing would.

Sander kept his eyes stern, daring any of them to say something.

One thing about Sander was that he always stand up for the ones he cared about, and Robbe loved that about him.

He looked up at Sander with big eyes, his heart beating fast when he referred to them as ''us''. He trusted the older boy and knew that he cared for him, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared that one day he’d drop everything and leave again. But this, this speech of his, it made Robbie feel sure of their relationship. It made him feel like he would protect their relationship no matter what, that it was important to him.

A soft smile tugged on his lips. This was the first time anyone had stood up for him in a really long time and it felt great. Despite the mess that unrolled following their first kiss, this speech confirmed to Robbe that he had made a good choice when getting together with Sander.

Jens bit his lip, almost ashamed of himself for not figuring out who Robbe's secret lover was, and even worst for being upset about it. He knew that Robbe had been distant, but he hadn’t been exactly trying to get close to him either.

When they were at seaside, Robbe had constantly isolated himself from the group whether is was by sitting afar on the sand while everyone was around the fire or getting up super early. Jens recalled Sander going to sit with him in the sand and them sharing smiles during their stay. Maybe that's how they got close?

''If anyone in here is a shitty friend, it's me.''

Robbe looked up, Jens's voice catching his attention.

''I haven't been there for you lately. You tried talking to me, but I casualized your problems and ignored you. I should’ve been there, I should’ve asked when you got so distant. I...I failed at my best friend duty and I'm sorry, Robbe. You know that we all care about you, right? This doesn’t change anything.''

Jens's words warmed Robbe's heart. It had been so long since he had a heart to heart conversation with his best friend. They barely spoke to each other anymore and a part of Robbe felt like they were drifting apart. It was nice to hear that Jens still cared about him despite his mistakes and choices.

Before Robbe could say anything back to Jens, Aaron's jaw dropped, realisation hitting him. ''Oh my god.'' He pointed at Sander. ''You're the hot guy Robbe is seeing?!''

Beside him, Moyo face-palmed and Robbe bit the inside of his cheeks, fighting a laugh. Had he seriously not caught on yet?

Sander grinned fiercely, hooking his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. ''I hope so.'' He kissed Robbe's cheek sweetly, causing a big smile to bloom on his face.

Jens's eyes were on them, fond.

''Not to be rude but, you still haven't answered my initial question: what are you all doing here...on a Saturday morning?''

''You ditched us last night and haven't been answering your text since so Aaron suggested we'd come by on our way to the skatepark to see if you wanted to join. Clearly, you're already busy,'' Moyo teased with a shit eating grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

A flush look crept on Robbe's cheeks, remembering that he was only wearing boxers and a tee shirt while sitting on a boy's lap.

[justathingidid]

‘LOVE WEDDING REPEAT’ IS ONE WEDDING TO SLEEP THROUGH

Eleanor Tomlinson and Sam Claflin play brother and sister in the film

Love Wedding Repeat was released on Netflix on April 10, 2020. The film is an updated version of the 2012 French short film Plan de Table, which follows eight guests at a wedding.The synopsis Netflix provides for its newer version is simple enough - “Different versions of the same day unfold as Jack juggles difficult guests, unbridled chaos, and potential romance at his sister’s wedding.” 

Basically, a wedding meets Groundhog Day. That actually sounds pretty interesting.

So why was Love Wedding Repeat so bad?

It’s nearly impossible to answer that question without doing some serious digging and examination into the movie. Is it the shallow plot, tonal inconsistencies, or Sam Claflin’s atrocious haircut that caused Love Wedding Repeat to miss the mark? Let’s march down the aisle and see.

In this post, I will:

Summarize the plot

Conduct a character analysis for the ensemble (spoilers!)

Examine the  film’s poor execution of “repetition” 

THE PLOT

From the start, it’s obvious Love Wedding Repeat has close to no concept of time. We start out with Jack (a miscast Sam Claflin) and Dina (a pretty, but boring) Olivia Munn at the end of a stay in Rome, where they’ve supposedly spent time together and fallen in love. Dina is the roomate of Hayley, Jack’s sister. Now, not only is the romantic chemistry between Jack and Dina non-existent - it’s really more of a sexual tension - but so is the desire to care about the two of them ending up together. The two are interrupted before a kiss can occur, and eventually head their separate ways.

Sam Claflin and Olivia Munn play love interests to one another

Fast forward 3 years and Hayley is getting married to wealthy Italian Roberto, causing Jack and Dina to reunite. The “3 years” might as well have been the next day, since there appears to be little growth in any of them - especially Jack, who still struggles to formulate a sentence around Dina. Luckily, Hayley’s placed them at the same table. But Jack’s desire to make a move is constantly interrupted by the other guests, and the distractions only grow when Hayley’s ex-boyfriend Marc shows up to crash the wedding and a sleeping drug is misplaced in a champagne glass. And when love doesn’t prevail, the movie switches things around: showing us another seating arrangement at the table that changes the situations of each character. What should be a wild ride that eventually ends with love (and yes, a kiss) - feels shallow and undeserved.

THE CHARACTERS

The ensemble is talented, but lacks cohesion

JACK

Sam Claflin portrays the main character

I like Sam Claflin. I really like Sam Claflin. He’s more than suitable to handle these types of films, with romances Me Before You and Love, Rosie under his belt. But, here, the lack of personality to Jack’s character makes it difficult for Sam to bring much to the film. Now, Sam certainly does carry the film, but it’s definitely breaking his back in the process. There’s only two things to know about Jack: 1) he likes Dina a lot (I still doubt it’s love - despite what the film says) and 2) he loves his sister. Everything else: dead parents, a job as an engineer, an ex-girlfriend -  all which would help bring a sense of depth to Jack as a person - is simply mentioned and never truly explored. His bumbling speech and “just can’t win” trait make it hard to not like Jack, but it does grow old after a while. One would think that losing Dina 3 years prior and finding her newly single would make Jack jump at the chance to make a move, but he still struggles to articulate his feelings to her, or even ask guests to leave so he can speak to her alone. It hurts to watch Jack’s awkwardness be one of the biggest barriers between him and Dina - the film would strengthen if Jack was actively trying to speak or flirt and then was pulled away. Jack’s supposed conflict of having Amanda, his ex-girlfriend, attend the wedding is hardly a conflict, given their relationship seems to have consisted of more sex than substance and Dina barely seems to care about Amanda’s presence. In an attempt to make Jack have something to his character, he ended up with nothing. Well, nothing but a kiss and a wealthy brother-in-law. 

HAYLEY & ROBERTO

Eleanor Tomlinson and Tiziano Caputo play the marrying couple

Hayley and Roberto are the couple causing the “wedding” in the film’s title, which fails to show a ceremony and instead, spends the film at the reception. Now, Roberto plays next-to-nothing of a role in the film, so let’s focus on Hayley, who is arguably the cause of all conflict in the film.

During her relationship with Roberto and (fairly near to the wedding), Hayley slept with old classmate, Marc, who unexpectedly shows up to the wedding to declare his love for her and expose the secret. Hayley threatens to have security to remove Marc from the wedding, but decides that recruiting Jack to drug Marc with sleeping medication is somehow a better idea. How? In the first scenario, the infidelity is exposed and during an argument with Hayley, Roberto accidentally falls off of the balcony to his death. In the second (and final) scenario, Marc has a change of heart, keeping the secret to himself, leaving Roberto to live his married life in blissful ignorance. Apparently, if in the second scenario love prevails, being honest isn’t part of the deal. Hayley’s infidelity is excused because according to her “it didn’t mean anything” and she “loves Roberto!” If love truly prevailed - if Haley truly loved Roberto - the truth should’ve come out with Hayley admitting it and (hopefully) Roberto forgiving. But, that’s just me and my ideas. 

Anyways, Hayley also decides to invite Jack’s ex-girlfriend Amanda for whatever reason (it’s not even mentioned if Amanda and Hayley are friends) and to sit her and Jack at the same table. I thought she loved her brother? It’s no surprise when the table arrangement goes south, and is that the fault of the little kids who switched the name cards, or the bride who planned: not only for those particular people to sit at the table but to add a sleeping drug into the mix? 

DINA

Olivia Munn plays Dina

Olivia Munn really tries with this role. You can tell she attempted to bring something to the table with Dina, but - similar to Jack - there’s not much to her. She’s a foreign correspondent and former roommate/friend of Hayley, but she’s mainly just the pretty girl who’s Jack’s love interest. Dina is at the wedding as a plot device. She’s there to remind Jack to seize his chance at love, she’s there to be separated from Jack or whisked away, she almost exists as a symbol. Her story of being kidnapped whilst in Afghanistan and coming back to care for a sick mother who would eventually pass is played twice for laughs, making it hard to find anything to care about for her. “Does she even like Jack?” is what I wondered in the back of my mind. She definitely engages in conversation with him, but her flirtiness is hard to find as more than friendliness. It’s known that Dina is newly single, having broken up with an ex. While this is a golden opportunity for Jack, it’s not even determined whether Dina is interested in another relationship. It certainly would’ve been nice to see Dina try to make an effort towards Jack as well - truly making it feel as if both sides are being kept apart.

BRYAN & REBECCA

Joel Fry and Aisling Bea play Bryan and Rebecca

It’s established early that the comedic side-kick is Bryan, the man-of-honor-maid-of-honor, whose relationship to Hayley or Jack doesn’t feel entirely sincere no matter how the film tries. He doesn’t come across as a “ride-or-die” type of best friend, and it’s unclear how he and Hayley even met, or what his relationship is like with Jack. Is he best friends to both of them? There’s little time to ask these questions (not like the film would answer) since Bryan announces his plan for the evening: convincing famous director Vitelli to give him a role in a film. This “subplot” is little plot, since Vitelli’s presence or effect on the wedding is barely felt. In the first scenario, this plan fails tremendously, with Bryan (victim of the sleeping medicine) falling asleep on Vitelli and mid-speech. In the second scenario, the plan works, but only after he falls in love with Rebecca, the blunt Irish guest whose relation to Jack or Hayley is not made clear. Honestly, Rebecca was my favorite character, possibly because she had a clear personality. Even if her chatterbox nature was exploited for exposition, Aisling Bea plays the obliviously honest nature with such perfection that I didn’t mind. Rebecca and Bryan have supposedly dated, but in the end, the two end up together, so there’s little time to care about what caused the breakup. I could only wish that Bryan had acted as more of a wingman for Jack and Rebecca had been given a larger role, perhaps as a wingwoman for Dina.

MARC

Jack Farthing plays the coked-up wedding crasher

If Marc was more of a looming threat, his arrival could’ve easily saved the movie. In fact, I was intrigued by his arrival: who is this disheveled, red-eyed man stumbling into the wedding reception? Whoever he was, he was obviously up to no good. However, the one thing that makes Marc interesting: the secret of him and Hayley having slept together, is quickly taken away or avoided when Hayley reveals the information to Jack (and the audience) on her own. Marc is not much of a physical threat either, his druggy demeanor makes him easy to overtake, hence why in the first scenario he’s locked up in a armoire. While the whole situation with Marc could have easily been avoided had Hayley had security remove him, the sleeping drug intended for him never finds its way in his champagne glass. And what’s worse: the audience never gets to see that scenario. If Marc was intended to be the antagonist of this movie (which the film will try to convince you he is), he surely failed by barely being much of a threat to begin with. 

CHAZ & AMANDA

Allan Mustafa and Freida Pinto play Chaz and Amanda

If Hayley’s enemy of love is Marc, then surely Jack’s is his ex-girlfriend Amanda. Or, supposed to be. Unfortunately, what is told about Amanda is worse than what is shown. For someone who’s supposed to be extremely rude and problematic, Amanda just seems to be extremely annoyed at best. Even when seated next to Jack, she doesn’t bother commenting on the situation, but her unbearable fiancé Chaz sure does. His angry comments towards Jack seem to be coming from a place of hurt: Amanda has not responded to his marriage proposal six months prior. But where Chaz could really be a character to wreak some havoc, especially for Jack, his lines are delegated to unfunny penis jokes for nearly the entirety of the movie. No wonder Amanda is annoyed.

SIDNEY

Tim Key plays Sidney

Speaking of annoying, it’s time to talk about the last character of the ensemble: Sidney. Who is this guy? Once again, his relationship is not made clear and the audience is quite confused by the kilt-wearing-crotch-adjusting guest who lacks social intelligence. You can tell when Sidney is supposed to be funny and unfortunately it falls short every time. I guess him finding love in the end is supposed to make us feel some type of way, but it failed to move me. Every member of an ensemble should have something to contribute, and I can say - aside from a few scenes where he was needed to act as a barrier between Jack and Dina - Sidney was completely unnecessary in the film.

VITELLI

Paolo Mazzarelli plays Vitelli in the film

Why was Vitelli in this film? What exactly did he add? Is he actively scouting for a new movie or did guests just assume? What’s his whole relationship thing with Dina? He offered her a ride - was he romantically interested or trying to cast her? Who even is this guy? How does Roberto know him?  

I just...why?

THE ORACLE

Penny Ryder voices The Oracle

There’s a narrator in this film. Don’t ask why. Not only is she completely unnecessary and unhelpful, the message she spews for a majority of the film is not only untrue but contradicts the entire plot: that chance is the enemy of love.

“REPEAT?”

Confused, Bryan? So am I.

I don’t what’s worse: that I can’t tell you how many times the film lived up to the “repeat” part of its name, or that I don’t want to. It’s true: the film only plays out the entirety of two scenarios when it comes to seating at the table. The rest are muddled in what is perhaps the worst montage I’ve seen recently (and I’ve been subjected to multiple ‘senior szn’ recaps on IGTV), and offer no information. In this montage, we don’t know who has the sleeping drug, and the entirety of the table isn’t even in frame. You don’t know who is sitting where or who has the sleeping drug. I guess it doesn’t matter because Jack and Dina don’t end up together, but it does matter because it needs to make the wait worth it. The audience should be subjected to different crazy scenarios: they should realize how completely wrong everything has gone. They should be tired of reliving the same wedding reception, they should want Jack and Dina to end up together to just end it. 

But I must say, the best part of the montage was Jack and Rebecca end up tongue-kissing. That’s a scenario I’d love to see.

CONCLUSION

A kiss to end it all

I hate to bash a directorial debut. But I hate wasted potential more.

Love Wedding Repeat could’ve been something great - it really could’ve. It’s easy to see the same idea executed better going down as a modern rom-com classic. But Love Wedding Repeat’s failure to live up to its name is a major disappointment, especially giving the talented leads (who are better off playing friends than a couple). The idea was certainly there, and so were the resources. I mean, they shot on-location in Rome. But if Love Wedding Repeat shows anything, it’s how a lackluster script can truly harm a concept. You can’t tell us sad stuff about our characters, show the sadness. Show the tension between Jack and Amanda, show us the camaraderie between Hayley and Bryan, show how reckless and wild Marc is - make us care and understand. It shouldn’t just be Jack who wants a kiss between him and Dina - it should be us.

Overall, I can only hope what Netflix has in store for the future when it comes to rom-coms isn’t anywhere close to repeating this complete mess.