#this is super messy but i sent it as a text and im not about to reformat this chaos

[jungkookschin]

not so bossy

summary: An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks. pairing: d1 soccer player!jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff

author's note: idk anything about football/soccer and yes im american so i used the term soccer 🙄lolz, also i got some inspo hearing about these famous athletes and their gfs so i pulled this out of my ass. pls enjoy (or not)! ALSO IF U HAVE ANYTHING U WANT TO TELL ME AB ANY OF MY PICS PLS PUT IT IN THE ASKS (not replies) BC THIS IS A SECONDARY BLOG

“Just because I’m not some big shot D-1 athlete doesn’t mean that my life doesn’t matter,” you grimly convey, eyebrows furrowed in pure vexation whilst your pretty lips curl down in a frown.

Jungkook exhales slightly, his pointer finger and thumb coming up to massage his temples. “Y/N, that’s not what I meant and you know it-“

“Then what the fuck did you mean?” The rapidity by which you cut him off pierces his heart like an arrow, because he’s never witnessed you being so abrasive. It hurts him to know that he’s upset you- that his inconsideration induced such a crestfallen expression from his one and only girl.

“I just didn’t want you to meet up with that guy,” Jungkook quietly explicates, unable to adeptly convey what his true intentions were: that he just missed you and didn’t want you to hang out with some other guy, even if it was just to study.

A scoff escapes your mouth, your obsidian orbs glaring bullets into him. “Jungkook, we were studying. It was for school. You of all people should understand that,” you sneer, your harsh words making his heart drop, the unpleasant feeling of guilt infesting his system, because he knows you’re right. Knows he’s been a shitty fucking boyfriend. Knows that you’ve been nothing but understanding, that you've been his personal angel ushering heaven to him, a task you accomplished everyday of every second.

Jungkook’s reticent silence tells you everything you need to know. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the day,” you murmur quietly, though loud enough to make the words thunder in his heart. You turn your heel to walk away from him, your arms securely hugging your textbook to your chest, as if you were subconsciously shielding yourself from him. He hates that so much.

Jungkook stands frozen, unable to chase after you like he wants to. His heart is screaming at his brain make his motor system send his body after you..Instead, your figure disappears into the crowd of students flooding the hallways and he’s left there with regret plaguing his system.

How did this even happen?

Jungkook vividly remembers that dreadful text message you sent whilst he was on the bus, heading back from fall training camp.

y/n ♡: hi baby, im so so sorry. i dont think i can make it to our date tonight. this senior in my class asked me if i wanted to join a study group with him and i want to go so i do good on my final :( sorry baby.

Jungkook's lips immediately curl down at the message. Despite quite literally sharing an apartment together, he hadn't physically seen you or touched you in three weeks. With travelling out of town for a tournament for a week, and his two week long training camp immediately proceeding the tourney, he hadn't gotten the chance to come home and see you. Your absence had a deep and profound effect- he had to drown himself with intense physical training to distract himself from the fact that you weren't around.

Jungkook is a D-1 soccer player- one of the best in the nation- predicted to be one of the top picks in the first round of the Major League Soccer super draft. He takes his craft very seriously, centers most of his attention on his body and mind to refine his physical ability and ultimately become one of the best soccer players in the world. Since high school he often opted for a nasty gym session over a party, admiring Messi and Ronaldo over pretty girls, and even went to his club soccer tournaments over attending prom.

That was- until he met you.

The university you and Jungkook attended was widely renown for its impeccable soccer program- and computer science program. By God's grace was he assigned to you for a group assignment freshman year. Your face was slightly flushed when you kindly uttered "Hey, I know you're a huge athlete or something, so I don't mind carrying the project if you have to focus on sports." In reality, your intentions were selfish, solely concerned about your own grades and how this group project may cause them to fall, but Jungkook still thought it was the cutest thing ever.

He appreciated the consideration, but gently let you know that he was certainly able bodied and willing to complete the assignment. Had you not been so pretty, if the way you pushed your glasses up your face not been so adorable, he would have gladly taken the offer, not being quite privvy to anything academic related.

But you were arguably the cutest girl he's ever seen, so he was willing and eager to put in the effort.

Feelings blossomed, cavernous eyes gazed into each other and Jungkok kissed you for the first time. Seeing that you enthusiastically reciprocrating his energy, Jungkook took it as a sign that he scored the girl of his dreams. Group projects lead to late night calls and incredibly vulnerable talks in his car, then arcade dates to salacious movie nights. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend with a bouquet of the most delicately beautiful roses you've ever seen.

Jungkook thanked God everyday for your naturally compassionate nature, and for when you assuaged all his dreadful anxieties about not be an adequate and involved boyfriend. You understood that the nature of your relationship with him would not always be the most attentive- that he had no choice but to sort of neglect you when he had to travel over state and country borders for the sake of his athletic career.

You understood it and you whole heartedly offered your bona fide support.

You appeared at his games with cute red bows binding the curls in your hair, his oversized red jersey thrown perfectly over your precious abdomen. His perfect cheerleader, his number one motivator- and his teammates certainly appreciated you because he performed better when you were in the stands oggling at him with your starry eyes. He had to play better when his girl was in the crowd.

When you weren't able to be physically present at his games, you sent him the most adorable selfies of you streaming the game on your TV, laptop, or phone, going the extra mile to snag a selfie whilst Jungkook was in the frame of your device.

It really is common knowledge that Jungkook adores his girlfriend. In fact, anybody can tell by looking at the measly three photos on his verified Instagram account (courtesy of the NCAA). There was one photo of Jungkook and his teammates from a few years ago, all men have their hands on their cut and bruise heavy knees. They've got gold medals around their necks, ginger smiles on their faces after winning some summer league tournament.

The second photo was from last year when the men's soccer team at your university won the NCAA Division 1 Men's Soccer tournament, and rather than a photo with his teammates, there is one of him and you. Jungkook who was drenched in sweat from an intense yet rewarding game has his hands wrapped around your waist in the photo, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your cheek whilst you smile gleefully. His gold medal is adorned around your neck, resting on your chest rather than his. The caption reads "scored the winning goal for my number one girl", and the comments are permeated with "awwws" and "how cute!" Of course, you are slightly suspicious of the genuiniety of those comments since most of them are from girls who have a crush on him. How do you know that? You just do, consider it girlfriend intuition.

The most recent photo is simply a gorgeous photo of you at dinner. It was from his point of view- his prettiest view when you were sitting across from him enjoying your steak in a strapless black mini dress. In the photo your french manicured fingers are gripping your wine glass, the stain of your lipstick visible at the edge of the cup. The expanse of your neck is visible, making your aura all the more alluring. Your hair is in a sleek bun with the exception of the face framing pieces that dangle on the sides of your face.

You remember that day, Jungkook looked so dashing in his black button up and slacks, and when he presented you with another bouquet of red roses you melted since they were the same flowers he asked you to be his girlfriend with.

The caption is simply a black heart.

Jungkook shuts his phone off and throws it on his bed, hands rubbing his face as he groans into his palms. After you told him not to speak to you for the rest of the day, he meandered back to your shared apartment, earnestly anticipating your return home. The intoxicating scent of your vanilla body spray fills the room, making him all the more miserable.

He knows that he wasn't giving you the attention necessary in maintaining a healthy relationship, that he wasn't amply putting his share into it, but his mind was so trained on soccer that it hadn't occurred to him to check on up on you. He winces at a certain memory where he was so entranced in practicing penalty kicks that he completely forgot about your date at the pumpkin patch. He went home wondering where you were, and his heart dropped when you marched into the home, slamming the door and refusing to speak to him. After profusely apologizing and making it up to you, you later forgave him and everything returned to its usual nature.

But this time was different, because it is 2AM, and you're still not home, causing Jungkook to fall deeper into his despondency.

He spammed you with so many pleading text messages, his eyes scanning over each and everyone as his thumb scrolls further and further to the history of your shared messages.

[2:52 AM] jungkook: y/n baby im so anxious right now. please let me know where you are. i wont go to bed unless i know that you're safe. you don't need to come home or talk to me, just send me your location so that i know you're okay. im so sorry and i love you so much.

As his thumb scrolls up, his texts from earlier in the night appear.

[11:38 PM] jungkook: baby where are you? im starting to get worried about you. please come home.

[9:12 PM] jungkook: my love, the food is getting cold. if you come home we can still enjoy a meal together.

[8:24 PM] jungkook: baby, i know you're upset at me. please let me make it up to you. i cooked your favorite meal, and we can eat together once you get home. i'm here waiting for you.

A soft exhale leaves his lips, his thumb scrolling all the way back to the same stupid argument that triggered all of this.

y/n ♡: hi baby, im so so sorry. i dont think i can make it to our date tonight. this senior in my class asked me if i wanted to join a study group with him and i want to go so i do good on my final :( sorry baby.

When Jungkook first received the first message, it inevitably upset him. A grimace on his face and the furrow on his eyebrows indicated as much. He missed you so much and was looking forward to seeing you so fucking badly. He longed to feel your body against his, the thought of you keeping him up all of last night. He missed your pretty face, the vanilla scent of your soft hair, and the way you made him feel so complete. So, of course he's upset. The first thing that caught him off guard was that you were cancelling on him after three weeks apart. The second thing that caused a deeper furrow in his brows was irksome personal pronoun: him.

Were you really going to ditch him to hang out with some guy? He was trying to be understanding considering the rigor of the university's computer science program- and wanted you to do everything you could to maintain your perfect grade point average. Nonetheless, he was already pouting at the announcement of your absence.

jungkook: him?? who's this senior?? and are u sure u guys cant reschedule?? miss my girl too much

y/n♡: i miss u too, im so sorry,, it's just that this code is really fucking hard and jaebum offered to help so obvi i accepted lol

Jungkook's concern morphs into unamusement, because he is very familiar with this motherfucker. He sighs deeply, reminiscing when his teammate Hoseok approached him and informed him about a certain Jaebum making inappropriate comments about his girlfriend. Not inappropriate as in sexual, grotesque, or expletive. Had that been the case Jungkook would have beaten the shit out of the guy and risked playing the next season. The type of inappropriate Hoseok intended to express was that Jaebum was going around calling you cute- you, a girl who clearly was not single. Jungkook never explicitly told you about this, not really concerned that it would have a significant impact on your very healthy relationship, but it still displeased him.

He wasn't able to constrain his words, mentioning something when he witnessed Jaebum clearly flirting with you when he picked you up from class.

"Jungkook don't worry," you giggled. "He's just a senior in my class- he's really smart so he was giving me some homework advice."

Jungkook tensed at that. "Alright babe, just be careful."

After that, Jaebum really wasn't ever mentioned or considered. He fully trusted you so Jungkook wasn't worried, until at that very moment.

jungkook: babe

jungkook: i thought we already talked about this

jungkook: that guy literally likes you

y/n♡: ewwww lol dont put that idea in my head😭 gross

jungkook: y/n, im serious

jungkook: he really does, i can tell when someone wants u its my boyfriend intuition

y/n♡: okay baby, and if he does??? u dont trust me??

jungkook: ofc i do, but it makes me uncomfortable to know that he invited you to a “study group” , who knows what he’s planning???

jungkook: who else is gonna be there??

y/n♡: it’s just gonna be us, but i promise u u dont have anything to worry about. uk how this class has been kicking my ass.. and jaebum is the only one with an a

Jungkook uses his pointer finger and thumb to massage his temples. The thought of you and this guy studying together enkindles something vile in his system, but nonetheless he chooses to trust you since he knows how important school is to you. However this irksome feeling bubbles in his chest, and he feels like has just has to do something about it.

The next message he sends is his last attempt to assuage the undeniable burning in his chest.

jungkook: i know, can i at least come with? to make sure he doesnt do anything weird?

y/n♡: i don't think it's a good idea. i dont want things to be uncomfortable

Jungkook scowls at that. Weird? Why would him tagging along be anything of the sort? More importantly, why were you choosing to protect Jaebum’s feelings over his?

jungkook: lmao uncomfortable? are u two planning to fuck on the table or something , why would my presence make things “uncomfortable”?

Jungkook winces when his eyes train on that very ill intended text message. He knows damn well he crossed the line with that one, but your response didn’t indicate that you were upset, probably dismissing it as one of his stupid jokes.

y/n♡: jeon jungkook🙄🙄

y/n♡: i’ll see u tonight at home baby💗💗

Jungkook knows he should have left it at that, but three weeks without having you with him were so excruciating, and he longed for you so so much. He loves being an athlete; he loves playing soccer, but the intense drills and back to back games have been agonizingly tough on his body that all he wanted was to cuddle up against you in your cozy and comfy bed. Maybe have a little movie night and give you a little massage though it was his muscles that were sore and tense. But no, you had to study with some slimy guy. Consider him salty.

When the bus dropped the men’s soccer team off on campus, he bid his farewells to his teammates, and for some strange reason his legs just start walking to the library. Huh, how strange. What an anomaly it was for his feet to randomly move by themselves!

He acts very nonchalant, hands shoved into his sweats whilst he wanders between the dozens of book shelves arrayed in the campus library. Nonetheless, his eyes are rapidly shifting toward every corner in the library, in hopes that he “accidentally” runs into you.

Jackpot.

You and Jaebum are sitting adjacent to each other at an occupied table, both of your eyes trained on your Macbook screen. Jungkook puts a hand on his chin, acutely scrutinizing the situation at hand. The distance of your chairs is quite satisfactory to Jungkook- not too close, but he would appreciate it if you were further away. Jaebum is very clearly giving you a lovestruck gaze, and when he scoots his chair closer to yours Jungkook narrows his eyes.

Jaebum is such a fucking weirdo, his hand creepily advancing towards yours that is resting by the keyboard, and you are so exceedingly focused on your screen that you fail to notice. You randomly remove your hand away from where it rests on the table, and scratch your head with it. Once you turn towards him, his close proximity startles you, and you jerk your chair back in the opposite reaction, the most mortified look on your face.

Jungkook isn’t the best at reading lips, but Jaebum is currently expressing something to you, the most awestruck look on his face and Jungkook scoffs at that, clearly understanding the situation. Without thinking he advances towards you, pulling your chair back with a tight grip whilst he looks daggers into the man. “Can you please stop hitting on my girlfriend?”

Your head whips around at the voice of your boyfriend, but it goes unnoticed by Jungkook whose attention is soley on the man.

Jaebum scoots his chair back a little bit, scratching his head. “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend-“

And before Jungkook can interject you speak up. “I’ve told you many times that I have a boyfriend- and quite frankly I’m appalled that you’re trying to make a pass toward me when we agreed that we would be studying,” you say firmly which induces a goofily proud smile to appear on Jungkook’s face.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I-I just really like you and didn’t know how else to talk to you," Jaebum elaborates in attempts to elicit some sort of sympathy from you. His attempt is entirely futile, and you ask him to leave, already vexxed by his inappropriate shot at making a pass at you.

You begrudgingly saunter behind Jungkook, the two of you leaving the library. Jungkook, who is acting under the assumption that you are annoyed by Jaebum, reaches out for your hand, falling into confusion when you rip your hand away from his.

"Babe?-" his eyes round, uneasy at your dissonance.

You exhale deeply, eyes apprehensively glancing around at anybody who may be eavesdropping. "Why the fuck did you follow me?" you whisper shout at him, hands thrown down petulantly.

"I was worried about you," he clarifies, not even bothering to claim that it was a mere coincidence. "And I missed you so much," his tone glosses over softly. He steps forward to embrace you, and the air shifts once you put your hands on his chest and push him away from you.

"Jeon Jungkook, I clearly told you that I would see you at home," you stonely enunciate.

Irritability spreading throughout his system, he scowls. "It was killing me to think about you being alone with this guy when I was missing you so much, and I told you that he liked you but you didn't listen-"

"I admit I was wrong about that, but I am also perfectly capable of handling myself." You hesitate momentarily, gathering the words before spitting them out hastily. "I think you've made it pretty clear that you don't trust me- which is seriously fucked up."

"What's fucked up is that you were hanging out alone with a guy who clearly likes you! You haven't seen your boyfriend in three weeks and chose to spend your time with some guy rather than with me!" Jungkook fires back, attracting some concerned glances from bystanders.

His postulation enrages you. "Need I remind you why I haven't seen you in three weeks?" you sarcastically inquire, eyebrows creasing in awe at the audacity of this man.

"Babe, I have to leave for soccer, you know that, so don't weaponize it against me," he coldly says, and really, all his words do is spread the indignation through your veins like a wildfire.

"I have never weaponized soccer against you, so don't you dare put fucking words in my mouth," you hiss, giving him the dirtiest look he's ever seen from you.

"I have been nothing but supportive of you. Never said shit when you're out there with a bunch of cheerleaders who like you, and with your teammates that fucking cheat on their girlfriends with those cheerleaders! Yet the moment that I prioritize my academic career over you, you pull some weird shit as if you can't trust me!" you finish, your ice colds words leaving Jungkook frozen as a sculpture, as if nitrogen replaced his blood because he realizes you're right. If he ever spend a moment in your shoes, he would lose his goddamn fucking mind because of his naturally possessive and overprotective nature.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I was trying to say," Jungkook clumsily tries to salvage himself. "I appreciate you so much for always being there for me and when I go pro I'll make it up to you. You'll be my soccer wife, and we'll have a mansion with our kids- I'll buy you whatever you want," he conveys, his feeble attempt of sewing together the cuts of the situation.

Instead of a commiserating look, you give him a look that tells him you're even more irritated.

"That's not the point! You don't get that I don't want my identity to be just Jeon Jungkook's soccer wife. I want to be my own person, have my own successful career," you frustratedly communicate. "Why do you think I'm trying so hard in this stupid fucking coding class? Because I didn't want to see you? I always want to see you, but I have to make sacrifices too. The class average is 56 and Jaebum is the only one with an A, but my life isn't as important as yours so you don't want to be sympathetic of my feelings." You finish, cooling off once you've exploded at him.

Jungkook rips away eye contact with you, looking towards another direction, feeling slightly chagrined at your legitimate display of vexation. "I guess your studying didn't seem as important to me at the time," he abashedly murmurs.

“Just because I’m not some big shot D-1 athlete doesn’t mean that my life doesn’t matter," is how you retort, leaving the situation full circle.

Now, it's 3 AM, and you're still not home. Jungkook feels himself falling into a pit of dilapidation and guilt, feeling so remorseful of how shitty he's been. You truly are his super woman, because he's positively sure that he wouldn't be able to handle it if you did what he had to do on a regular basis. He couldn't even handle it when you were studying with another man, let alone travelling and leaving him at home by himself.

The apartment simply feels so empty, and it makes him feel all the more lonely. When he walks into your shared bathroom, his eyes glossing over your cosmetics and skin care products, he becomes absolutely miserable. Debilitatingly picking up your moisturerizer, he squeezes the bottle, product falling falling into his hand. He looks into the mirror and rubs the ointment into his skin, sighing exasperatingly because he wishes you were standing by his side.

The sound of the door suddenly creaks open, and Jungkook rushes into the living room thinking that you may have returned home. His face immediately falls when Jimin marches into his apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jungkook deadpans.

Removing his shoes at the front of the house, Jimin scoffs. "Why'd you leave your door unlocked at 3 AM?"

Jimin plops down at the dining table, picking at the food Jungkook meticulously prepared for you. "This shit is cold as hell," he mumbles before grabbing the plate and shoving it into the microwave. Jungkook doesn't say anything, just grinds his teeth whilst he lays down on the couch.

"Y/N's not home?" Jimin questions with a mouth full of steak.

"No," Jungkook quietly mumbles, dejected and losing hope that you would return home that night.

"I ran into her a few hours ago," Jimin states casually, causing Jungkook to robotically spring up like a zombie and join Jimin at the dining table. "Where?" Jungkook asks like a crazy man, eyes wide, his veins protruding through the whites in his eyes. Jimin gives his friend a distasteful look before protectively covering the food Jungkook made. Jimin analyzes the situation carefully before it dawns on him that you aren't around.

"She's still not home yet?" Jimin asks, concern spreading throughout his face.

"No," Jungkook squeaks out, discouraged by everything before he bangs his head on the dining room table.

"I ran into her at the mall," Jimin says, attempting to provide some comfort to his younger friend. "We looked around a little bit, but I had to go pick my brother up and then I dropped her off at the gym."

Jungkook pauses, owlishly blanking into space whilst he takes a few moments to fully comprehend what just zoomed past his ears. The sleep deprivation and exhaustion is seriously hindering his cognitive function, but he just can't sleep until he knows that you're safe. "Huh?"

Jimin sighs, rolling his eyes before repeating what he just said. He raises his palm to smack the back of Jungkook's neck, which elicits a gruesome glare from the younger one.

"I ran into your girlfriend at the mall. We looked at the dinosaur exhibit. I dropped her off at the gym," Jimin firmly enunciates.

Apparently this computes more briskly than the first time. "The gym?" Jungkook asks, an amusing look of confusion hazed on his face.

"Yes," Jimin replies, frowning at Jungkook's sluggish responses.

"She went by herself?"

"I don't know," Jimin responds, a hinge of more empathy in his voice. "She said something about a personal trainer but I have no clue what she was doing."

An exasperating sigh leaves Jungkook's lips, too much information for his fatigued brain to compute. He didn't even know you had damn personal trainer- you don't even need a fucking personal trainer when your boyfriend is one of quite literally a D-1 athlete. It's not something he wants to even think about, the prospect of him being a shitty boyfriend plaguing his mind even more.

Jimin's eyebrows furrow in concern for his younger friend, and his hand gingerly pats his friend's rock hard back. "Do you want me to stay the night? Or stay at least until she gets back?" he suggests whilst the younger one buries his handsome face into his large palms.

"Please," Jungkook mutters.

Your unexpected entrance proves that Jimin's request was unecessary, because you casually waltz back into the apartment, making Jungkook practically whip his head towards the sound of the opening door.

"Jimin?" you jabber, a little startled at his unanticipated presence.

"Oh hey Y/N!" Jimin greets you more awkwardly than he ever has before, as if he interrupted something though he was there first. "How was the gym?" he releases a sheepish chuckle, and you internally cringe at his overt display of politeness.

"Oh, um. It was good. Are you planning on spending the night?" you ask, slipping your shoes off as you join the two at the dining table.

"Pshhh, no. Absolutely not! I gotta head home.." his eyes erroneously shift all over the room, poorly concealing how clearly he wants to leave. "Right about.." his head whips down at the non existent watch on his wrist. "Now!" He scoots the chair out and -for some reason- he tiptoes out of the house, bidding you and your boyfriend a farewell as he gently closes the comically creaking door.

You look towards your beloved, Jungkook looking dejectedly at his twiddling hands, avoiding eye contact with you. A soft exhale leaves your lips and you plant your palms on the table, getting up before you approach him. Even when he's sitting down at your wooden dining room chairs, he's only a little bit smaller than you- training and the gym have done him well. This profound emotion of tenderness rushes into your heart, and you bend down, placing a tentative and delicate kiss on his fragile cheeks.

"Wanna come with me to the bedroom?" you ask, gentleness lacing your voice at to hopefully assuage the vulnerability of the situation. It is undeniably true that you were upset- even livid at him, but after mulling it over you realized that he is your one and only. If anybody was deserving of your empathy, it was him.

You stride to the bedroom, settling down on the side of your bed with your big hunk of a boyfriend mimicing your actions like a little puppy.

"I made us bracelets," you blurt out hands digging into your pockets, before you pull out two identical bracelets dangling from your fingertips. The bracelets were childlike at best; you used black plastic beads and yarn, the same type of shit toddlers use in pre school when they learn how to do basic things like cut in zig zag lines. The bracelets are mostly made up of black beads, with a pink heart bead in the center of them.

Your fingers wrap around your boyfriend's larger hands, and you gingerly slide his bracelet on his dainty wrists. You suppose you overestimated the circumference of his wrist, because it hangs off his wrist like a necklace.

Jungkook still hasn't said anything, but finally looks up, and your eyes meet his glossy ones.

When you realize that he's crying, you hand cups his cheek, and you use your thumb to wipe the tears that cascade down his handsome face. "No no no," You're panicked at his sullen state. "Don't cry," you express desperately. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry."

Jungkook gazes at you so intimately and intensely, and he feels as if all his resolve breaks now that you are finally in front of him.

"I-I just didn't want to lose you," Anguish laces his voice, and he sounds so desperate that it makes it feel like your heart is being ripped into pieces. "Thought I was gonna lose you," he whispers, and you're compelled to just hug him- so you turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck, and his automatically snake around your waist, so naturally- like this action was done so out of muscle memory.

He holds you tightly, like he never wants to let go of you, of this. He holds you like he's found his sweet solace in your embrace. His neck finds comfort in the crook of your neck whilst he pours his emotions out into your honeydew skin.

"I can't believe you still love me."

"I can't believe you made me a fucking bracelet even after everything. You're so sweet, so perfect."

"I don't deserve you- you mean everything to me. I swear I'll make everything up to you, just give me one more chance."

You pull back at his words, a concerned haze painted on your face. You settle on your knees to meet him at equal eye contact. "Did you think I was gonna dump you?"

Jungkook tears away his eyes from yours. "I don't know. I thought you were getting sick of me- I guess," and the

You sigh, shifting your weight backwards so that your ass rests on your heels. You gnaw on your bottom lip, finding the right words to say. "Jungkook," you begin, conjuring the courage to verbalize everything you've been itching to say. "I... I have never loved anybody as much as I love you." You inhale, nostrils flaring slightly before you continue your somewhat clumsy attempt to bandage everything.

You speak very steadily so that he can fully digest what you are about to say. "And I don't love you because you're a soccer player, or because you're verified on Instagram, or because you're ESPN thinks you're going to be super successful. I love you because you're you."

Jungkook's undeniable heartbeat is pounding, so loud that he can hear it in his ears. Love. Your love is interpermeating his being, seizing control of him completely and fully. There are no words that can properly encapsulate how he feels. Just Love. Love times a million. "Y/N-"

"Just shut up and let me talk," you cut him off, preparing once again to regurgitate your feelings.

"I just love you so much, and because I love you, I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You just have to trust me, even if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm an adult- I know what I'm doing."

Jungkook purses his lips perceptively, nodding ever so carefully at your simple yet overflowing explanation.

"It just hurts me that you felt like you couldn't trust me enough to be alone with him. I know I was wrong for not trusting you when you said he liked me, but even if he were to make a move on me, I would never reciprocate or encourage that behavior. I put so much trust in you, and I really want you to work towards putting that same trust in me. And.. I'm sorry for throwing a temper tantrum, I was just embarrassed I guess. "

Jungkook grabs your hand as if the moment is fleeting, his already soft expression softening impossibly more at the sincerity of your words. He holds your hand to his chest, and you can hear the rapid beating of his heart.

"I understand," he automatically expresses, which concerns you because his answer was almost too immediate. You're not sure if he's properly digesting what you are trying to communicate.

"I was just super frustrated- I missed you so much and thinking of you and that guy was killing me. I trust you, but what if he did something to you?" The disclosure of his authentic feelings relieves any doubts you had about the immediacy of his answer.

"Babe, I'm not an idiot," you reply. "I have a taser and it's not like we were in the woods in the middle of the night," you point out which elicits a soft chuckle from Jungkook.

"You're right baby, my girl's a genius," he leans in and presses a familiar and delicate kiss to your bottom lip, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. When he pulls away you're left with a lingering feeling of longing, and he beams at you.

"You just gotta be patient with me, but I swear I'll try to be less," Jungkook takes a moment to find the right word. "Overbearing."

You give Jungkook a pursed smile and nod your head. Before you can respond he presses another delicate kiss to your lips. Though the kiss is fleeting, it's as if your lips mold together perfectly because he knows you and your lips the best. "Thank you for being you," he presses his forehead against your, mumbling against your lips, the utmost sincerity in his voice. "I love you, so so much," he says, hot breath palpable against your lips. "Thank you so much for everything you do. Thank you for understanding, for loving me. You're just- just perfect, perfect for me. Made for me, and I love you so much." His emotions overwhelm him, and his eyes become glossy. "My love for you scares me. The thought of you leaving terrifies me so much, and if you did, I don’t think I would ever recover,” his words are delicate, fragile like he’s a butterfly that could fly away at any moment. It was up to you to keel him grounded.

You close your eyes, savoring the moment of him being so close. " 'm not going anywhere," you hum into his lips, and he sighs blissfully, snuggling more into your protective embrace.

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, his arms instinctively wrapped around you for the entirety of the night.

#jungkook imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook scenarios #soccerplayer!jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts jungkook drabbles #bts imagines #bts jeongguk scenarios #jeongguk fanfic

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not inviting a friend of mine into my dnd campaign?

so i (18nb) have a friend (18nb, Martin) who i play in a main dnd campaign with with all our other friends (Ill name them Dan, Virgil, Mark, and Ray). Dan is our DM after we kicked out the old one bc she was horrible. We're a pretty close group of friends, but lately we've all been really busy with respective school & work, ect. so we didnt play dnd for a solid, like,, 4 months. I DMed a one shot for everyone besides Ray cause she was flaky anyway, and added in my boyfriend Zeke for it.

Everyone had a really fun time w it and I loved everyones characters, especially Dan's. I watch a lot of dnd shows, so i just keep getting more ideas- but while the one shot was fun it was messy as hell. Ive been wanting to write a campaign for a smaller group for a while, (because when i tried making a campaign with the whole group the character creations were... disappointing to say the least. this sounds mean but i created a fairy world that was very magical & told everyone to go crazy on character creation in a world with few/no humans, and like 5/6 people opted to be a human with a fighting class :/ )

ive been writing a campaign that im really proud of and have a good vision for, and decided to include Mark (because we're best friends) Zeke (because he wants to play dnd more and has no opportunities) Dan (bc he never gets to be a player) and then another close friend of mine outside the group named Gabe (who i love but never get to see) I love their characters & we're all super excited.

Thing is. I was briefly talking with Dan, Zeke and Mark about it at school bc I'd sent everyone a little intro message for the world and they were all super excited and wanted to talk to me about their classes. Virgil had no problem with this and was excitedly asking abt the world + characters along with some other friends from school, but Martin got quiet and went and sat by himself. I could tell they were off, but Martin is generally a quiet person anyway and is often sad + doesnt want to talk for like a hundred different reasons, so i left her alone. Later that day in a different class I have with Virgil he showed me his phone where Martin had sent him a message saying she was really disappointed & felt left out that i hadnt invited them to my campaign.

i instantly felt bad and started to text him, but,,,, to be honest, i dont think im at all responsible for this.

i have reasons for leaving Martin out, the main one being that they just..... arent a very active player. Hes soft spoken and doesnt actually like rping their characters- her character in our main campaign is/was literally mute bc they said they didnt want to have to speak as him. (theyve since taken this back and went through with a curse breaking thing to be able to speak, but her character,,, still doesnt talk much.) he writes really good, sad backstories but doesnt actually play or do anything with them and gets uncomfortable acting. Their characters are not only emotional, but like. crazy. they play a bunch of cool tieflings with insane magic classes & features and then, again,,,, dont roleplay them. I didnt want the group to be big and had a good reason for including everyone that i did, and our other friends that arent in it (Virgil, Ray who is Martins sister btw, all our other d&d interested friends at school) literally dont mind at all. i just wrote a campaign that theyre not in. Martin also has their feelings hurt very easily, so to be honest i just find her being sad about not being in it just... stupid. id never say that to his face & i get that he feels bad, but like....cmon.

im aware im a very very incredibly low empathy person- to be honest i struggle with depression and bpd very heavily and am often mean to my friends & loved ones without really processing why or how much it affects them. i told Virgil that i thought Martins reaction was stupid, and he said that that wasnt fair bc Martin had always been in my campaigns before (which is, yknow, one. Martin and I were even in a campaign with a completely different group a while back and Martin willingly left it very early because the group was loud & their character wasnt doing anything (yeah)). Every time Martins expressed (or i guess not expressed) sorrow for not being invited to it ive just sort of ignored them. this again isnt that uncommon cuz when shes sad he doesnt like to talk about it, and also they havent directly confronted me with this at all.

ive been talking about the campaign a lot because it occupies frankly a lot of my brain because i have so much to write, and i especially talk to the people that arent in it bc theres no risk of slipping up and telling them something they arent supposed to know. The other friend, Gabe, is friends with Zeke and Mark and I, and Dan is good around new people,, but Martins really quiet around people he doesnt know well, so if i invited her anyway they'd probably play the game even less than they already do.

again, im really bad at having an actual perspecitve on this. Virgil said he feels bad for Martin but not for himself, as far as i know Dan doesnt know about the situation, and i literally just dont wanna involve Mark and Zeke (Zeke HATES conflict and when people fight so he really doesnt have to be involved.) Mark Martin and I have all been really close friends since literally 7th grade and I guess Martin especially feels left out that I involved Mark and not them but Marks both really good at character creation and also talking in character, and like, hes my best friend who i do everything with.

I dont wanna blow off Martins emotions but but i truly dont give a shit that they feel betrayed by my not inviting him. especially because they havent bothered actually telling me this. objectively i dont think its my fault even a little, and Martin is really horrible at handling their emotions anyway (this isnt an insult, just a fact. i am too). aita for not inviting him + not caring that shes upset by it and acting like they arent?

sorry this is so long i really like providing context

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ughkat]

hey! i would love if you could write something where dom!luke has had enough of female readers teasing and how she refuses to obey him. including bratting from the reader, lots of praise and degradation, and maybe some edging as punishment? then super sweet aftercare at the end? :)

a/n: sorry these requests are taking so long! like i said ive been super busy these holiday months, but im trying to slowly work my way back into writing :-) hope u like *muah*

brat - l.r.h

cw: smut, doggy, unprotected sex, dom!luke, rough sex, edging, cursing, aftercare, spanking, creampie?¿

not proofread

italics = text message

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"Long day at work today. Missing your pretty face."

I grinned uncontrollably at Luke's sweet words, laid out lazily on our messy bed.

I was bored with nothing to do while Luke did his duties at work. Having already finished up the house work; cleaning, laundry, I was left to my own devices, giving me an hour and a half until Luke's arrival home.

I was curled up in our sheets, in only a loose fitting T-shirt and panties, thinking of ways to tackle my boredom until my boyfriends shift ended.

In my brainstorming, I bit my lip mischievously, as a cheeky light bulb went off in my head. I re-read Luke's text a few times before opening my camera app, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly to expose my underboobs and cleavage. I giggled softly and the thought of my actions consequences, as Luke was at his place of work and wouldn't be able to handle himself.

I snapped a few risqué photos, some of my chest just barely covering my nipples, some of my whole body from a higher angle. I went back to our message thread, sending Luke only one picture at a time.

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"Missing you too :)"

I bit my lip nervously as I waited for his response, his reaction time being quicker than I was expecting. Luke read my message, letting a few minutes pass before responding.

"I'm at work, love."

I immediately recognized his flat tone over text, laughing internally at how quickly I could make him crumble. I swiftly selected another photo before sending my next message.

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"I thought you missed me?"

I watchted as the three dots danced on my screen, disappearing and reappearing over and over as Luke frantically searched for his words.

"You better stop."

My leg bounced anxiously, yet I was filled with excitement. I could tell the mood I was slowly pushing him into. I sent one more photo before Luke had to tend back to his work.

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"Or what?"

Luke responded quickly.

"Such a brat. Just wait till I get home."

I giggled at Luke's obvious frustration, glancing at the time and noting the 15 minutes until the end of his shift. I closed my phone and melted back into the bed, my mind wandering to the possibilities of what would happen once Luke got home.

I jolted from my seat slightly at the sound of jingling keys unlocking the front door. My heart couldn't help but pick up its pace with intriguing fear. I decided to keep my place in the room, letting Luke find his way to me.

I listened carefully as he entered our home, kicking his shoes off and making his way around the flat. I bit my cheek nervously as I hear his heavy footsteps approach our bedroom.

He opened the door calmly, looking at me with narrow eyes. I looked up at him, twirling my thumbs in my hands. I couldn't help but let a small giggle escape my lips. Luke's eyes widened as he approached me, his tall frame towering right over mine on the bed.

"You think it's funny?" He spoke deeply, slowly leaning down to my face and placing two hands on the bed on each side of me. I smirked slightly, giving him a small shrug. He laughed through his nose.

"You like being a brat? Teasing me at work with your little pictures?" He growled into my ear. His hot breath against my skin sending chills down my neck.

"What are you gonna' do about it?" I teased, tilting my head. He looked at me briefly before standing back up.

"Up." He ordered abruptly, motioning with his hand for me to stand up. I stood up slowly, keeping my eye contact with him.

"Turn around." He growled. My knees hit the bed as I turned the other way, my back facing him. He quickly pushed on my back, making my chest and stomach hit the bed, emitting a small gasp from me. He leaned his body over mine, speaking deeply into my ear.

"Wanna act like a brat, get treated like one." I could hear the smile in his voice as his hands trailed to my bare rear side, only covered ever so slightly by my skimpy underwear.

With no warning, I felt a sharp smack against my bare cheek, making me squeal. He ran his hand over the spot before bringing it down again sharply, making me jump with a whimper.

"Like being treated like my slut, baby?" He cooed, watching my abused cheek grow redder by the second. I nodded frantically, my words caught in my throat.

"I can't hear you, doll." He smirked. I whimpered once more, squirming under his touch.

"I love being your slut, Lu." I muttered through my lips, turning my head slightly towards him.

"That's my good girl." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "Get up." He assisted me getting up from my stomach, pulling my by my arm back on to my feet.

"Knees." He spoke simply, placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him as I slowly lowered myself to my knees, eye level to his bulging slacks. He brought a hand to his zipper and button, keeping one on my head. I watched in awe as he slowly brought his waistband down, exposing his throbbing member.

"Lemme see that pretty mouth, doll." He tilted his head, bringing his hand down and running a thumb over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly, inviting his calloused finger inside. His thumb pushed through my lips, exploring my wet tongue and mouth adoringly. I looked up at him through my lashes as he watch my lips wrap around his finger warmly.

"Fuck." He groaned through his teeth, bringing his tip to my lips.

I stuck my tongue out, pushing my head forward to take him in my mouth fully. He placed two hands on my head, tossing his head back and he pushed himself fully into my throat, making my choke slightly.

"So fuckin' warm, baby." He ran his fingers through my hair before gripping it tightly, beginning to guide my head himself. I followed his oace with my own neck, bobbingback and forth steadily. He noticed my eagerness to speed up and let out a chuckle.

Luke gripped my head tightly, swiftly picking up his pace to throat fuck me. Tears began to pool at the corners of my eyes as I gagged and choked on his length.

"That it baby? You like getting your throat fucked like a good slut?" He growled as his shaft repeatedly hit the back of my throat, saliva dripped down my chin and neck. He watched as my mascara ran down my cheeks, I gripped his thighs tightly for support.

Luke pulled himself from my mouth abruptly, pulling my back to my feet by my biceps. I panted and my breathing was staggered as he assisted in moving me to the bed, roughly tossing my on my stomach. He swiftly pulled my panties down, pushing the underside of my knees to prop my ass up.

"Such a pretty pussy." He cooed from behind me, he sat perched on his knees, running his hands on the underside of my thighs. I squirmed and whimpered in desperation, the chill air hitting my wet mound. Luke slowly ran his middle finger down my slick folds, bringing it to his mouth right after.

"So wet for me, doll." He teased.

"Lu.. Please." I begged into the sheets, my heat throbbing for attention. He let out a chuckle as my eagerness.

"Please what?" He tilted his head, "What do you want, doll?" I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Please. Touch me. Anything. Fuck me." My words were scattered, Luke's dominance had numbed my brain.

"Do you deserve it?" heaven smirked as he spoke, "Teasing me all day like a brat, should I let you cum?" He spoke with a smart-ass tone. I groaned loudly, kicking my foot with frustration.

"Please, Luke. I need you." I whined. He chuckled softly before bringing two fingers to my wet folds, running them up and down before pushing then into my entrance abruptly. I let out a gasp as his touch, my hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"This what you wanted, love?" He spoke deeply, picking up his fingers pace, keeping his free hand on my bare cheek. I nodded frantically, unable to use my words.

"Mm, yes. Fuck." I whimpered. Luke continuously pumped two fingers in and out of my entrance, the sound of my wetness colliding with his fingers filling the room.

He stood up on his knees, keeping his fingers in me, as he lined his tip up with my entrance. With no warning, his fingerd were quickly replaced with his throbbing member, continuing the same quick pace his fingers once were. I let out a squeal at the sudden feeling, making Luke chuckle from behind me. He grabbed my wrists, binding them behind my back with one hand, placing his other hand on my hip, gripping tightly.

"Was thing your goal? Huh?" He growled between thrusts, "Act like a brat all day so I come home and fuck you like a slut?". I moaned loudly in response, my words jumbled in my throat.

"I cant hear you." He spoke, leaning down closer to my ear.

"Y-yes." I whimpered, "I love being your slut." I choked out between moans.

"Y'sound so pretty trying to take my cock." He growled. Luke quickened his pace, his hips smacking against my ass roughly, my rearside skin turning red.

"M'god, Luke. Fuck." I whined loudly into the sheets, Luke's shaft hitting my walls quickly and repeatedly.

"You done being a brat?" He spat, bringing a quick hand down to my cheek. I squealed in response, nodding my head.

"M-mhm." I whimpered. "I'm your good girl." Luke chuckled.

"Atta girl."

I began to shake, feeling my walls clench against his member.

"Don't cum till I say." I muttered, watching himself go in and out of my abused hole. I whined, arching my back.

"Please, Lu. Need to cum." I cried out. His pace remained fast and hard.

"Not yet, doll." He smirked. His edging drove me crazy, chills being sent throughout my whole body feeling like electricity. My eyes rolled back in my head at the overstimulation.

"Should I let you cum, baby? You deserve it?" He teased softly. I nodded frantically.

"Beg." He spoke deeply. His thrusts numbing my mind, I tried to gather my words.

"Lu, please. I'll be a g-good girl. P-please let me cum." I whimpered a series of pleads.

"Hmm." He hummed, his teasing becoming agonizing.

"Fuck, Luke, please." I whined. He let out a devious laugh before speaking.

"Cum for me, doll. Cum all over my cock.".

Immediately, his words signaled my release, making me shake beneath him. I almost collapsed onto my stomach before Luke wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me up as he continued his fast thrusting. I shook as he continued to fuck me hard and fast for his own climax, the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Fuck." He let out various curses and grunts as he reached his climax, gripping my hips tightly before slowly pulling back out.

He released his grip on me, letting me fall gently to my stomach on the bed. He rolled onto his back, moving beside me as we took a minute of silence to catch out breath.

Luke turned his head to me, moving a tuft of hair out of my face. My eyes opened lazily, metting his bright blue ones.

"You okay?" He smiled warmly. I closed my eyes again with a tired smile, nodding gently. He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek, then my forehead. He leaned back again, admiring my messy and clammy features.

"You're so pretty." He said in an almost childlike manor, making me giggle.

"I look crazy." I rolled my eyes, aware of my freakish appearance after my hard pounding.

"I think you look pretty. My pretty girl." He ran the back of his fingers of my cheek as we laid together in comfortable silence, taking in each others company. His hands trailed all over my upper body, soothing me after the overwhelming events that had just taken place.

"I'll be right back." Luke abruptly sat up, pulling his boxers back on before exiting our bedroom. I laid content in our bed, continuing to catch my breath as Luke disappeared.

He returned quickly with two water bottles and various snacks from our kitchen, making me giggle.

Luke returned to his place beside me in bed, handing me a water bottle. I sat up, criss cross, taking a sip from the bottle. Luke grabbed me swiftly by my hips, pulling me into him, my back to his chest.

"I love you, doll." I murmured into my neck, placing a lazy kiss on my shoulder.

"I love you." I giggled

I sighed at the comfort of him, his touch and presence bringing me a feeling of safety that I had never felt before.

#5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #5sos fanfiction #luke x reader #luke hemmings au #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings 5sos #luke hemming imagines #luke smut #5sos luke #luke hemmings #5sos smut #5sos5 #5 seconds of summer smut

[kkuracafe]

Hi! First time requesting <3 could I have a pj sekai fluff with Tsukasa about "accidentally falling asleep together"? Like,, he's exhausted after dealing with Emu's high energy and Rui's "safe" ideas and he tries to stay energetic in your (the reader's) presence, but he's just so exhausted at the end of the day that he ends up falling asleep on you. Ahdjshakash I love my boy sm <33 bonus points if you want to include when he wakes up super flustered with a face redder than a tomato and he's stuttering out apologies before you just pull him in and tell him to go back to sleep. Thank you <33

A/n: I LOVE TSUKASA SM THANKYOU FOR THIS <333. I wrote this on the verge of falling asleep so don't mind the errors. I renamed twister and just dance (to what I always call them) Girl! I'm going to be a star

"Accidentally Falling asleep together w/ Tsukasa Tenma"

(Yes im using this gif)

You were sitting on your bed working on homework, when tsukasa walked into your room and gave you a smile. He grabbed the homework out of your hands before dragging you to the living room.

"Should be play tister wister? Ooo or go go dance??" Tsukasa asks excitedly. You give him a questioning look and he sighs, grabbing your hands. "Mi Amor! Do you not remember the text you sent me earlier saying you were bored!" He asked in his loud voice. You made a 😮 face as you remembered the text fron earlier. Giggling softly you decide to choose go go dance as the game to play. After one round Tsukasa's energetic act seemed to waver a little bit but you didn't take notice till you both finished playing the second song. He pulled you onto the couch with him saying he needed a two minute break. You went to ask him what was wrong but you felt a weight on your chest. Looking down, you saw Tsukasa snuggled info your chest quietly snoring, you smiled and stroked his hair letting sleep take a hold of you also.

When you woke up you saw tsukasa sitting up fron your lap with messy hair and a bright red face. Noticing you were awake he started stuttering out apologies to you, you giggle and cup his face, giving him a chaste kiss.

"Come on I'm still tired let's go back to sleep." This time you snuggle into his chest as you drift back to sleep. Tsukasa sits straight as a wall as you fall asleep on his chest, face redder than a ripe tomato. After a couple minutes of your silent yet calming breathing he relaxes and lays down, wrapping his arms around you and holding you closer, slowly drifting back to sleep himself.

#fanfic #fluff #fanfiction #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #pjsekai #pjsekai x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #pjsekai x gn reader #pjsekai x you #tsukasa tenma x gn reader #tsukasa tenma x genderneutral reader

[getting-messi]

How did you find out Messi was leaving Barca ??? I know in general that was a bad day Messi fans

glad you asked dear friend😗

it was TRULY a dark day omg. So basically other than my older brother and I, nobody else knows/cares about football but just knows that im SUPER obsessed with Messi. And unfortunately….my brother is a ronald mcdonald fan🤮 (trust me, im extremely ashamed to be associated to him). So basically, i remember it SO clearly, the news dropped on like the first week of august on a thursday afternoon. 

I remember his contract expiring for the first time since he CAME to Barca in July and barca fans making jokes like “hahaha, greatest player in the world is a free agent, haha what a steal that we’re going to get him” like things were RELAXED AND CHILL. NO ONE could have expected what was going to happen. I do not like being deep in transfer rumours because it just peaks my anxiety so i stay out of it until things are official. But I did know that Messi’s dad came to Barcelona a few days before him to meet with Laporta and the board about his new contract and that it was announced he was taking a 50% pay cut. Then Messi came back to Barcelona after his vacation (he couldnt even enjoy his Copa victory for that long😖) and that he was coming into training EARLY to be with the team during pre-season and that his contract was going to be announced any day. 

NOW TO THE JUICY PART! I was working from home by myself, everyone was out, and i had just gotten out of a meeting and was going to get myself a lil iced coffee. It was a beautiful sunny day, i was in the best mood and right before i leave, i see a text from my brother and he sent me a tweet that was a Marca headline being like “BREAKING - Barcelona is planning to unexpectedly cut ties with Messi and he is leaving the Catalans” and i’ll be so honest with you - i didn’t even break a sweat. It didnt even make me flinch because at this point i didnt believe it. I was thinking “Marca have been wrong a lot, they are a madrid based news outlet, Messi is literally in Barca, like no way”. Just to be sure, I went to my trusted barca twitter pages and ALL of them were like “this is BS, dont believe it, Messi is signing a new contract, like WE ARE GOOD”. So i was like calm, amazing texted my brother not to send me BS reports and then off i went to get my lil drink of the day. I went and got it and on my way back, idk WHY but my phone wasn’t on Do not disturb but i also dont get too many notifications but it was going CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYY. Keep in mind, this was like 10 minutes after my brother sent me that tweet. I’m like what is going on???? and then right as i get to a red light and im about to check my phone, i see that my cursed brother is calling me and i answer and im like whats up, whats going on. Tell me why he was like “where are you and what are you doing”. Im like im in the car just coming back from getting a drink. He was like pull over. At this point my heart is in my throat and i literally thought a family member had died. So im like ok, and i pull over and literally itching with anticipation. And he was like, you didn’t believe that tweet i sent you, well look at what i just sent you now. And so while he’s on the line, i go straight to his texts and its a screenshot of the Barca IG page and my mind went fuzzy. I was like oh my god. If this was an extension announcement, it just would’ve been a picture of Messi. But instead im looking at this long text and my brothers like are you reading it. And im like literally numb parked on the side of the road. And I read “……mutaul agreement that Lionel Messi will be leaving FC Barcelona”. And i kinda just dropped my phone. My brother is talking to me kinda being a troll and i just hung up. And then im like reading my notifications and my friends and family who dont even WATCH football are being like “yo are you okay, is he actually leaving”. I couldnt even think, SO WHILE I AM STILL IN THE CAR, im like going to my barca twitter pages and theyre out here freaking out like i am, obviously those conspiracy theories were going around that it was just a stunt that Laporta and Messi were doing to get Javier Tebas to let Barca get away with this signing despite our financial mess. People were talking about how none of the barca players posted about it and i truly failed to believe it for the longest time until I think Busquests was the first to post a good bye and it just kinda sank in. 

But i just remember sitting in my car in silence for so long before driving back home. I usually listen to music or a podcast but i literally was just in silence as I got home feeling completely numb.

After i finally accepted that he would be leaving Barca and it was announced in a shitty IG post and the most pathetic 7-minute youtube video, i knew he was going to PSG. I think Grealish’s signing was actually announced the same day a few hours earlier before Barca posted the statement. But I couldn’t believe that they’d betray their most important player like that. It’s still shocking to think about. Like i actually think about how emotional Messi was at the press conference and it really says it all. He’s never cried like that EVER. Even after Copa ’16 when he lost the final and missed a pen and even RETIRED internationally, it wasnt as bad as it was during the press conference. You could really see how heartbroken he was. Especially after the Buro-fax situation that happened the season before and imagine that the world’s greatest player actually taking a 50% pay cut just to stay at your club. And keep in mind these are later years of his career and he was wiling to stay at a struggling Barca that he was single-handedly keeping in UCL and competitive in La Liga. Like he was willing to waste the last good years of his career during the rebuild period for Barca.

Someone said it in my previous answer, apologizing isn’t enough, Laporta REALLY needs to like drop dead or something. I thought I couldn’t hate anyone as much as I hated Barto and look at that🥴

#truly the worst day of my life #like worst than any embarassing comeback we lost in UCL from 2017-2019 #worst than watching argentina lose 3 finals in 3 consecutive years #like i truly felt like the world is ending #im so glad he won a world cup so i can have a positive extreme to balance out my emotions #im so dramatic but i hope you enjoy this read #its probably much more than you were expecting😭

[potentialprince]

au where everything’s the same there’s just a pta and endeavor has been banned (fuyumi goes instead and when she can’t shoto just shows up himself)

mitsuki is super petty with her input (“i think inko’s right—but i might be a little biased because my son was kidnapped under your supervision :)”)

inko’s trying her best and usually has pretty good points—she’s just worried about her son who keeps breaking his bones

all might is there and everyone thinks he’s attending as a teacher until one day he accidentally calls himself one of the parents and everyone’s like “who’s your kid????” and he’s like “nO oNE!!! dOn’T wORry aBoUT iT???”

aizawa wants to take a nap but he has to pay attention because these are his kids they’re talking about too.

(present mic comes to meetings to yell “order in the court” when things get messy.)

#this is super messy but i sent it as a text and im not about to reformat this chaos #this is also a joke pls dont take this seriously #bnha #mha #mitsuki bakugou #bakugou mitsuki #inko midoriya #all might #my hero academia #my hero academia au #boku no hero academia #bnha au #mha au #mha memes #bnha memes #endevor #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #bullshit aus with darien #shut up darien

[gingeraleluke]

🎀

I really want to know what you think about this one! but like imagine this, vinnie is on live stream and YN thought that he was just playing and they were dating but no one really new and you had AirPods on with booty shorts and one of vinnies shirt on and you just go on his lap and hug him? And the chat goes crazy everyone is trying to figure out who u are because they can’t see ur face because ur ass is literally in the view all they can see is your tats and vinnie hugs you back gives u kisses and u whisper something into his ears and he turns red and is smacking ir ass ……yeah… I would really love this one…. Im sorry if it’s too much to ask, I actually I’m not even sure if ur going to see this one because the other ones I sent seem to be not sent. Someone the other day said that they didn’t get anything but I think it’s because oh my phone.. idk but yeah hope u have a great day

okay, i didn’t know how to write this without it being super uncomfortable and weird for the viewers of the livestream, so i changed somethings to make it more realistic and respectful!

BASED ON THIS PICTURE

maybe y/n was being greedy, but she wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend. she woke up with a burning feeling of something that could only be described as love, and she found herself smothering vinnie all morning. after going out to breakfast and lunch, the two of them went on to do their individual tasks— his being streaming, and y/n’s being cleaning the house.

as badly as she wanted to peek her head in and check on him every now and then, just to see his face, she knew she couldn’t. his fans didn’t know that they were together yet. she wasn’t even sure if they knew that he wasn’t single anymore.

she tried her best to hide her tracks. cropping him out of pictures and keeping her instagram on private. it sucked. while she wanted everyone to know how lucky she was, she knew that she would be judged and sent hate for the rest of her life. being a secret was the best option for them.

she began tidying up the living room, swaying her hips to the music playing in her airpods. she wore booty shorts and one of vinnies shirts. her hair was up in a messy bun to keep it out of her face and she wore fuzzy socks on her feet to keep her warm. as she dusted and cleaned the tv, she began to miss vinnie’s presence. whipping out her phone, she texted her boyfriend.

y/n 🤍

let me know when you are done ;) 😘

why am i so needy today?

she plugged in the vacuum and began to roll it on the carpet. vacuuming was always her favorite chore. she found it satisfying and fun to do while listening to music, plus it was a good workout. she could feel the carpet become warm under her toes as she maneuvered her way through the carpet.

“hey!” vinnie tried to get her attention, a serious look on his face, despite how silly his girlfriend looked dancing. he picked up a pillow and threw it at her. taking out her earbud, she turned to him.

“what?”

“you’ve got to keep it down.”

“why? are the feds here?” she joked.

“y/n, i’m streaming—“

“OH!” guilt washed over her, “i’m sorry, i forget.”

he didn’t reply as he stomped away and back into his room, leaving y/n feeling embarrassed and shitty.

◦◦,`°.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽.°`,◦◦

around fifty minutes of cleaning later, she got a text from vinnie.

vinnie 💕

okay.

hmm, that was a short stream.

she skipped her way to the gaming room, keeping her music playing. she hummed along to a taylor swift song as she ran in and plopped on his lap. her eyes were closed, showing just how much she knows that room. she doesn’t even need her eyes open to know where his chair is. she could feel the hem of his black tee shirt and wrapped her arms around her neck, keeping her eyes closed.

“CANT YOU SEE THAT IM THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU, BEEN HERE ALL ALONG! SO WHY CANT YOU SEEEEEE?” she sang as vinnie’s hands gripped her ass. she straddled him and wrapped her arms around him, in a hugging position.

vinnie was still streaming, but she didn’t know. when he texted her ‘ok’ he was saying it in response to the message she sent him an hour ago. he hadn’t checked his phone and assumed that the message was recent. he couldn’t shout her name, because then the fans would know her name. he just sat there shocked as comments fled in about who’s ass was in the frame and who was screaming the lyrics to an old taylor swift hit. they took notice of the large tattoo that was on the back of her right forearm. she had multiple large tattoos throughout her body, but they couldn’t see that since she had a large tee shirt on and no leg tattoos. the camera cut off the whole upper part of her body.

“YOU BELONG WITH MEEEEE! YOU BELONG WITH MEEE!”

vinnie’s eyes went fishing for negative and ugly comments, but surprisingly, most of them were positive! the meanest ones he could find were just jealousy induced, while most people were cheering her on and even flirting with her.

@ userone: PLEASEE WHO IS THIS I LOVE HER

@ usertwo: YESS SING

@ userthree: WHAT IS HAPPENING 😀

@ userfour: 🍑

@ userfive: ALL THE LESBIANS IN THE STREAM ARE GOING WILDDD

@ usersix: IM SORRY VINNIE, BUT WHOEVER THAT IS, SHES MINE NOW

@ userseven: does anyone know who this is?

@ usereight: VINNIE WHO IS THIS??!🙁

leaning back, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck, kissing her collarbone as the song ended. he sat up so the camera could see his face.

she took out one of her airpods, “that song is so romantic, we should honestly add it to a sex playlist.”

vinnie’s face went red as he contained his laughter, hoping no one heard what she said. “i’m joking, but also…. lowkey not.”

“i’m on stream, babe.” he whispered.

y/n’s whole body stiffened and she quickly jumped off of his lap. “WAIT, THEY LOVE YOU!”

y/n fled, her legs moving faster than she even knew was capable. her hip slammed into the table as she ran, but she didn’t care. one of her airpods fell onto the floor as vinnie tried to get her to stay.

“THAT IS SO EMBARRASSING!!” she whined, slamming the door shut.

as she began to walk down the hall, the stream could hear her shout, “THEY ALL SAW MY ASS!”

vinnie chuckled, “that’s my girlfriend. i’m sure she will come and meet you guys one day.”

COME AND JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

#dolledup #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker #1k sleepover

[fosterem]

I got a text from the caseworker, yesterday, asking if I could take bby to the doctor to get a note recommending visits should be paused until the bugs are gone… I was one step ahead of her. I took him straight to the peds office as soon as I picked him up on Monday. His bites were photographed, and documented, and our NP wrote out a note. I sent over the note, and haven’t heard anything else from the cw except for a “thank you!!!!” text. Mom is supposed to pick baby up from daycare tomorrow, and keep him until Tuesday. Crossing my fingers that will be changing.

Sister has been having some behaviors at school. She’s typically a perfect bb 👼🏻 for me at home. She’s pretty much visiting the principal’s office everyday. They started a behavior chart in class. If she earns 3 tokens throughout the day, she gets to pick a reward. Typically she will pick calling me as her reward 😜. She has such a loud, confident personality, it took me awhile to catch on to the fact that she’s struggling with anxiety. Every morning she melts down about not wanting to go to school. When I ask her why she always replies, “because I’ll be hot”. Which I now am thinking is anxiety related. Today she called me from the nurses office because her stomach hurt (another constant complaint she has). I sat on the phone with her, talked her through asking for a cold drink of water, and a break before going back to class. I promised I would pick her up early from aftercare. There were a few tears, and pleadings for me to come get her, but she rallied through it. She was a mega beast at home, and fell asleep before 6:00. It is her removal anniversary. It never fails to shock me how the body keeps score. Kissing her extra in the morning.

I called to check in with the principal on Monday (she’s also a foster parent and super great). She told me sister’s excuse for her behavior is always “because I miss my mom”. The principal said, “I just want you to know that I eventually asked her where her mom was, and she said her mom was at work. I asked her what her mom’s name was and she said Emily. She’s talking about you when she says she misses her mom”. I know it’s complicated, and messy, but it’s validating to hear. I feel a primal connection to this kid, and I think she feels it back.

Today I had a session with my newish psychologist. Im putting my regular therapist on hold for the time being. The psychologist I see prefers to only work with children, but will also work with adults/parents (guiding through parenting behaviors, etc). I feel connected to her in a way that is completely different than my regular therapist. The connection with my regular therapist feels more intense, but the connection with my psychologist feels more safe? If that makes sense. It’s weird having a new therapeutic experience. The environments are completely different, which I find super fascinating. She’s very reassuring and soft, where as my regular therapist is pretty edgy and pushy. An annoying trait that has carried over is me completely blanking when I’m asked a specific question about myself, or my feelings. I legitimately can’t function. Like my brain shuts off and I feel sweaty. The psychologist is much better about redirecting when this happens, which I think makes the sessions more productive. I like her.

I wrote this yesterday. Okay that’s all, bye.

[butchhamlet]

Can i get your hamlet thoughts? both about the play and its themes in general and the character? Especially on hamlet/horatio and hamlet/ophelia?

hell YES you can. have some assorted hot takes which i did not organize at all. tw for some suicide mentions

[particularly for this bullet point] ...because it’s a suicide play. june sent me a really interesting article once and idk... i think of all the plays i’ve read it deals most directly w suicide and i know hamlet objectively doesn’t kill himself but i think he knew what he was doing

i also think it’s hugely about generational differences! i know there’s a lot of debate about hamlet’s age (and personally i am FIRMLY in the ‘hamlet is sixteen and just fucked up really bad’ category, like, pry that from my cold dead hands <3) but i think no matter how old hamlet is there should be a very clear disconnect between the younger & older generations. this is a play about parents not understanding their children

among other things, i mean, hamlet’s a play about everything -

i think we should talk about hamlet’s relationship to religion more. i do not say this because i have a complex relationship with religion myself or anything. i’m uninvested in this personally

hamlet was mentally ill before his father died, he just hid it really really well up until then + the symptoms manifested differently and not so debilitatingly

specifically hamlet has ocd

that one i can’t even pretend to be uninvested in but it’s also just a fact and i swear to god i will make that post on it someday

like he just. he JUST does i’m sorry. the way he thinks? the way he talks through his own thoughts? the constant doubt and inability to make a decision? he JUST does have ocd i don’t make the rules

i hate polonius i think he’s a fucking bastard and a terrible parent

i really like “king hamlet SUPER sucked” interpretations and i’ll admit i kind of like claudius if only because he is so fucking funny as a character. no morals + horny

gertrude is one of the most fascinating characters in the play and is CRIMINALLY underutilized and underanalyzed especially in her parallels w ophelia. also if you tell me hamlet wanted to fuck her i get to mince you

hamlet x horatio is peak im sorry it just is. it JUST is. it’s about the mutual respect & the seeing each other as people beyond social class and their vastly different circumstances & the way that horatio is the only one who can still joke around with hamlet after his father’s death

that said i very much want to think that before hamlet’s father died, their relationship was more... equal? if that makes sense? bc i think horatio tends to bend to hamlet in the canon of the text, and he tends to put hamlet’s needs before all else, and that’s completely understandable seeing as hamlet’s dad died literally two months ago and now he’s in a mental illness spiral with his horrible horrible family. but under more normal circumstances i want to believe horatio is less... self-carelessly selfless and actually calls hamlet on shit when necessary

thinking about hamlet and horatio pre-canon being roommates at wittenberg and sometimes kissing while they study latin declensions or whatever the fuck... this gives me brain damage. don’t talk to me </3

i think ophelia and hamlet are FAR more interesting when considered as foil characters rather than lovers. like i’m not saying i don’t think they should have a romance (i think it’s interesting to explore) but i just think they are so much more interesting when looked at in terms of the way they mirror each other over and over again

particularly in regard to the fact that they both lose fathers & they both at least consider suicide

and maybe my seeing them as foils is even part of the reason i don’t particularly... ship them? (at least not in canon.) because i HAVE to wonder if ophelia’s madness and suicide are influenced by hamlet’s madness, performance or not. and i have to wonder how things might have gone differently if they hadn’t both spiraled at the same time yknow

that said. outside of canon / in an au where hamlet isn’t so actively destructive to the people around him... horatio/hamlet/ophelia as an ot3? god tier

i know hamlet is four hours long. i know. i still think cutting horatio and/or fortinbras is a mortal sin

i think hamlet hooked up with everyone his age in that play but he had messy breakups with everyone except horatio

yes this includes fortinbras

hamlet’s not real as a character, like, he’s infinitely interpretable on PURPOSE and it’s very hard to pin down more than a few concrete character traits for him (especially because we never see him before his father dies) which is why we all kin him

that SAID. when i made my post about that macy said smthn really insightful in the tags which was that hamlet’s not real on a TEXTUAL level but he should be real in a production, like, there are infinite ways to characterize him but if you’re actually... playing him... you have to pick one... if HAMLET in hamlet is boring you’re doing it fucking wronggggg

hamlet is trans. “what flavor of trans” literally any flavor of trans makes his relationship to his father & his misogyny 10x more interesting. goodbye

points at him. bottom

#max.txt #im so sorry for how disorganized this is..... i just Started #and my hands took me here #i hope this is at least a little in the ballpark of what you hoped for <3 #hamlet #asks #Anonymous

[sunqyu]

~ Treasure realizing they love you and the first time they say it pt 1.

Request 1: “ hmm im all in cute feelings, so FIRST I LOVE YOUS with treasure reaction thingy, would be super sweet 🙊💗🌼🌼 “ - anon

Request 2: “ i love your writing! treasure realizing theyre in love with their s/o🥺 “ - anon

These requests are both so adorable and fitting so I decided to combine them. Hope you enjoooy. Also, buckle up ‘cause ITS A LONG ONE AGAIN. Got carried away as usual so it’ll be in two parts. K BYE <3 - Nova

Hyunsuk

realizing it

it doesn’t take much to make Hyunsuk like you

but to actually fall in love with you

that’s a different story

he’s alone at the studio, trying to get his verse right

every time he fixes something he didn’t like, he notices something else

he’s sat at his desk, elbows next to the keyboard

head hanging down with his fingers tangled in his hair

a sharp inhale

a shaky exhale

then his phone lights up, a message from you, asking if he’s home yet and how his day went

2.30am, he reads

he starts typing, frantically, on and on as the chaos in his head makes it’s way onto his phonescreen

only for him to stop and delete it all because he knows what he really wants to send you

but it’s too late and he doesn’t want to be a burden, you need your sleep too

when he looks up and sees his own reflection in the, now dimly lit, screen of his computer

another sharp inhale

‘Not so great to be honest, can I come to your place?’ sent.

on the way to your house he’s still thinking about turning back

but all those thoughts are long gone the moment you open the door

your eyes beaming at him, messy bun wiggling side to side and you’re wrapped up in a blanket

his heart melts as he feels the tightness in his temples and neck from the stress subside

‘Hi- I missed you.’

you probably didn’t notice but he almost said something else

he snickers to himself, that would’ve been a bit early

saying it

definitely the type to say it without realizing what he’s saying

you two are getting groceries

which, even though it’s not a special thing, is always so much fun

this time you ended up playing hide and seek

it wasn’t really discussed, you just lost Hyunsuk at one point and decided to turn it into a game instead of calling him

which means it’s your turn now

it had been over 20 minutes and he was getting worried

very impressed with your skills

but worried

in the end he decided to call you

to his surprise he hears your ringtone behind him

he turns around

the ringtone is still behind him

he turns around

what the-

he turns around but really fast this time

his eyes meet yours a second before you start dying from laughter

‘How long where you doing that for-?’ he laughed in self-pity and disbelieve

when he finds out you never left he sighs

‘Ugh- I love you.’ he mutters inbetween chuckling

for a second he freezes, a thousand things running through his mind

but y’know what? fuck it.

‘Yea- it’s true. I love you.’

Jihoon

realizing it

also seems like someone who does not fall in love quickly

mostly because he’s not looking for it, he doesn’t feel the need to be in love to be happy

but once he does

oh boy

so when you came in his life he wasn’t thinking about a potential relationship

or wondering if you two would be compatible

he simply enjoyed your presence and you two got closer as friends

because of this the moment he realizes he has feelings for you will be overwhelming for him

wasn’t ready

you weren’t even doing anything different than usual

just eating in the yg cafetaria, both rambling about things

subjects that made people walking by look up because they didn’t get the full story

out of nowhere he fell hard

the mechanism that’s supposed to be his brain malfunctioning

croissant in mid-air

it all just made sense

the reason why he could never be sad around you

the reason that made your eyes twinkle more than anyone elses

the reason you saying his name sounds different than when anyone else says it

the reason he’s now sitting with his mouth wide open staring at you without really looking at you

‘Y-yea, I was listening. Ofcourse I was.’

saying it

probably says it on a special occasion

not planned or anything

it just seemed fitting in that moment

he realized before you two were even dating so it’s not like there’s any doubt left

still, expressing it feels like a very big step

it was quite a warm autumn evening

you were sitting on the floor at the salon table

filled with food from different places

‘I’m so proud of us.’ he beamed

you had just finished a very important essay which is going to be a great advantage when looking for an internship

he had just ended filming their third music video

‘I wish I could show you, you’re gonna love it.’ he mumbled before grabbing another bite

it looked like a feast but takeout-style

you continue eating, enjoying each others company

all the windows were open because of the nice weather

a soft breeze would ruffle the curtains

the subtle sound mixing well with the music

Jihoon had looked for just the right playlist for almost half an hour

and it couldn’t have been more perfect

the warm light of the candles was accompanied by a desklight

you got it out of your room because the ceiling light wasn’t cozy but the candles weren’t enough to see each other’s face (or the food)

the topic slowly drifts to more nostalgic memories

dates to the beach, your weekend in Japan, meeting his friends

‘You know what’s funny? out of all of those memories the one that is most special to me was a really simple one.’ something in his expression changed and you sat calmly, waiting for him to continue

‘It was a few days before I asked you out on our first date. We were at yg, eating something.’ he grabbed another bite of food, chuckling at your impatient response

‘I don’t know what it was but out of nowhere I realized I was in love with you.’ the words came out while he looked at his plate, looking up only a second before he continued

‘I still do. I love you-, even more each day.’

Yoshi

realizing it

there’s not really a specific moment where it hit him

his love for you grew gradually

which is exactly how he liked it

from the moment he met you he was never nervous around you

he never felt like he wasn’t good enough or like he had to try harder

everything made sense from day one

there would be moments where is heart could burst from it

like the time you tried to fix his broken jeans with a youtube tutorial

or when you first fell asleep on his chest

the worst was when he couldn’t see you for a few days

as if the love in him grew and grew but he couldn’t give it to you

he just felt like he was going to explode sometimes

the other boys would notice very easily

‘I know it’s only a few days, you guys are right.’

his mind didn’t listen to his own words

‘I’m fine- I promise.’

but if it’s a few more hours he might not be

he would go to bed quite early these days

after he noticed that trying to distract himself wasn’t working

he’d scroll through photo’s you took together

and photo’s he took of you

he’d sent you another text, hoping your phone was off so he wouldn’t wake you up

a strange mix of happiness and sadness

luckily once he realizes his sadness is temporary and it only shows how special you are to him he’ll be able to focus on the happiness

thinking about all the memories you’ve made and will make in the future as he slowly drifts to sleep

saying it

finally

finally he was going to see you again

it was only like three days but boy was he DEPRIVED

he was the first done packing

the first in the car

the first to run into the dorm and put his bag away

aaaand the first to run out the door again

you two had been texting all day about movies to watch and all the stories he wanted to tell

his knee bumped up and down in the bus

he couldn’t remember the last time he was this hyped

only three more stops

he gazed out the window chuckling at himself

who would’ve thought someone could make him feel like this?

his hand clutched on to the souvenir he got you

two more stops

an old couple got in

yoshi always had a weakness for happy old couple

but now especially

he smiled politely at them

admiring how in love they looked

that would be you in the future, he thought to himself

one more stop

his smile was still on his face

recognizing restaurants you two went to

clothing stores where you complimented his style

and then

the bus stop

it’s the one where you two met

he still can’t believe he managed to strike up a conversation with you that day

but it must’ve been meant to be

he looked around frantically as soon as his foot hit the sidewalk

the sound of your shoes on the floor came closer

he turned to face the sound and before he could even see your face he was holding you in his arms again

tightly as if to tell the world you were his

a deep sigh left his mouth before he mumbled into your hair

‘I love you- I missed you so much. I’m so happy to see you.’

Junkyu

realizing it

‘stop being weird-’ ‘says who?’

you and Junkyu were laying on his bed

both with your limbs spread out, staring at the ceiling

you weren’t sure how long you’d been there

he hummed along to the song you just put on

before being interrupted by the sound of his own stomach

‘Oh wow- sounds like it’s time for lunch.’ 

you nodded in agreement as you grabbed your phone

he started thinking about what to get, watching you tap away on your phone

your hair was laying in a circle around your head

a shadow from the ceilinglight behind your phone over your eyes

he noticed how you pupils dilated as they adjusted to the light everytime your moved your phone a bit

your eyes are cool af, woah

he turned to his side, still looking at your features while you scrolled on your phone

the song changed and this time it was you humming along

your voice is so nice, he thought to himself

his dreamy moment was interrupted by you looking at him

oh right- food

‘Uh- I want uh-..’

to his surprise you tell him you already ordered

‘What- what about me?’

you listed the things you ordered for him, saying how you definitely knew what he wanted by now

he was shocked

if you aren’t the SWEETEST MOST THOUGHTFUL HUMAN BEING

then he wouldn’t know who is

his dreamy moment continued, even though you were staring right back this time, confused

he never felt like this before

like he wants to fast-forward and sit in a rocking chair with you, grumbling about youth

wait

fuck

this is love isn’t it?

saying it

he promised

he promised he wasn’t going to fall asleep during the movie

but look at him now

soft deep breathing, lips slightly parted as he was laying against you

even though you didn’t want to wake him up you had already seen this movie with friends and the remote was all the way on the table

you reached forward in slow motion

slowly

sloooooowly

Junkyu moved, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder before mumbling under his breath and laying still again

that was close

the journey continues

slooooooooooowly

you were only 10cm away from reaching the remote

‘N-no hh.. stay h- ple ase.’

a dilemma

lean forward a bit more or sit back and just let the man sleep?

bit more

sloooooooooooooooowly

your fingertips grazed the remote and it wobble side to side

‘Babe?-’ that definitely sounded more awake then earlier

but when you look at him you see he’s definitely not fully awake yet

‘Come back to beeed-’ he whined

bed? boy, we’re on the couch

you didn’t mention it and instead quickly grabbed the remote before you sat back down a little faster

‘Th-nk yo-’ he held you tighter

‘Love you-’

wait what?

Mashiho

realizing it

seems like a hopeless romantic to me

so might realize quite fast

this man has been fantasizing and imagining his future love life for so long

not to the point where he’s yanking flowers apart to find out if you love him or not

but he sees the beauty in so many things

enjoys the warmth of the sun on his skin

likes to watch people going about their day and thinking what their life is like

leaves sweet notes on receipts for hardworking employees to find when they come clean his table

little things but a lot of things

he has an eye for beauty and knows exactly how to use it for his own happiness

so he quickly noticed how happy you made him

it was again, the little things

but so so many

how your pinky finger was always a little higher than the rest when your hands were relaxed

how the cute baby hairs on the back of your neck would always leave your ponytail within minutes of putting your hair up

how your foot would bounce up and down when you sat with your legs crossed, even if there was no music

how every time you called him cute he had to keep himself from calling you cute because he knew you’d hide your face in your hands right after

the way you sat against the mirror when you came to watch him practice

sleeves of his sweater to long for your arms as you clapped after each song

loving you wasn’t something that happens at one point

it’s built within him since the moment you met

it just grows and grows as you take care of it with your cuteness and love

saying it

so much snow

everywhere

the snowflakes were most visible under the light of the streetlanterns

appearing and disappearing as they went back into the dark nightsky

the crisp sound from under your shoes was relaxing

you and Mashiho had a snowballfight after finishing about 20 snowangels each

it had gotten dark before you knew it so now you were walking home

his arm around your shoulder, rubbing softly to keep you warm

you felt the cold water through your gloves but sharing bodyheat was all you needed

both of you had soft smiles on your faces, walking in content silence

and you were also just EXHAUSTED so the quiet evening was a nice change

in some of the houses you walked by you could already see christmaslights and trees

he noticed you looking

‘Lets get our own decorations soon.’ 

you nodded happily, leaning against him a little more

this was going to be your first christmas together

you never expected to celebrate it with someone this year

the idea of setting up a tree together and the coziness it would bring made him feel warm inside

you discussed fun things you could do for christmas

ways to surprise the boys or what you wanted to eat

he listened to you talk about memories and future plans

when he noticed how clearly he was already involved in those future plans he couldn’t help himself

‘Hey-’ he gave your shoulder a squeeze to make you look at him

‘I love you, so so much-‘

Jaehyuk

realising it

it was the first time you were going to meet the rest of Jaehyuk’s group

a little nervous but mostly excited you walked to the front door

he told you to text him when you got there so he could see you before the rest did

a few second after you saw he read your message the door opens

you get a kiss on the lips, a tight hug and a kiss on your forehead all after each other

he wanted to show you love but also wanted to mentally prepare you for what was about to him

don’t get him wrong, he loves the other members with all his heart but he could imagine them being a little.... overwhelming.

before he could even ask you if you were nervous the yells from the living room began

curious heads peeking out from behind his back, 11 hands reaching out to you as they all wanted to introduce themselves first

you could make out some teasing to Jae followed by someone’s voice trying to keep the peace

he looked at you with slight worry in his face, only to be greeted by a cheerful smile

before he knew it you were bashing out jokes left and right

even standing up for him a few times in the funniest ways

he couldn’t be happier

so many people he loved in one room

one in particular though

he took a moment to sit back against the couch and look around in awe

so happy

after a few hours and some good food it was time for you to go home

he watched you end your conversation with Asahi

who, to his surprise, seemed like he didn’t want the conversation to end

you waved goodbye to everyone and got loads of no’s and why’s in return

‘It’s late guys, she still has to go home.’

saying it

you still heard the whining when you and Jae reached the front door

you talked a few more minutes about how much you enjoyed yourself and the funny and awkward moments you two noticed

‘Apparently you don’t only make me happy but my friends too.’

you beamed at the compliment

even though you enjoyed the night as well, the validation that they did too meant a lot to you

‘So I’ve been approved?’ ‘Clearly.’

he insisted on walking you home 

you discussed the evening even more

he explained more about their personalities and memories he has with them which now made so much sense to you

your fingers were intertwined, arms swinging back and forth playfully

for some reason he felt a lump in his throat

but he couldn’t quite figure out why

it even distracted him from your conversation a few times

which is very unlike him so you noticed quickly

when you stopped walking to ask him what was wrong

looking him in the eye to show you you were not taking nothing for an answer

the determined look in your eyes made him realize what it was

what he had been holding back

but he didn’t say it

not yet

after a few minutes you reached your frontdoor

‘Thank you for the great evening, I’m sure they’ll want you back as soon as possible.’

he leaned in for a goodnight’s kiss, holding you close a little tighter than usual

for a second he pulled back

‘I love you-’

before connecting your lips again

#this took me forever but I'm pretty happy with it #hope you all enjoy! #treasure #treasure reaction #treasure scenario #yg #ygtb #hyunsuk #jihoon #yoshi #junkyu #mashiho #jaehyuk #kpop

[rhaenyratargeryn]

A few weeks ago I wrote slutty, slutty Kent x Button fic and then didn’t post it-- but now I’m gonna and reveal myself as a thirsty ho.

title: reciprocity rated: explicit fandom/pairing: Mind Blind (IF) Kent Zarneki x f!Button Wiseman summary: One photo leads to another leads to another... Button could open a gallery with the sheer volume of nudes she possesses of one Kent Zarneki.

It had started innocently enough. At least, that was the lie I was telling myself because in all honesty, what was innocent about sending your boyfriend a selfie— when that selfie was really just a strategically cut close up of the new strappy bralette you’d bought, peaking out from the unbuttoned V of your Aeon uniform top? Nothing. Absolutely god damn nothing.

The text I sent: new! shockingly comfortable. didn’t want to rip it off as soon as I got home

Kent’s message bubbles were silent, but the “read” notification had gone off. I grinned slyly to myself, getting comfortable back up against my bed pillows. Kent blushed so infrequently, I had made a game of it as much as Glitch, though I had had unprecedented success. Glitch had given me a withering look at the boast.

I mean. It was obvious why I did.

My phone dinged, the notification image showing that in lieu of a text, Kent had sent an image of his own. I clicked the tiny preview and was awarded with a picture much like my own, Kent’s tie loose around his neck, the buttons of his shirt undone to show the pale expanse of skin beneath. I could just barely see the line of his jaw, the smirk ticking up the corner of his lips.

I responded by undoing my own shirt down to my waist, pushing the fabric down around my shoulders and using my arms to help my cleavage look fuller. This was dangerous. Very dangerous, but I shook my head to let my hair cascade down across me, took a few shots and sent the best one.

Are you in bed?

Kent’s reply. Followed shortly by another photo. He had put aside ceremony and fully removed his shirt, revealing he was in bed himself. The dark sheets contrasted against him. All that Aeon training had sculpted and carved him into a lean, but strong figure. He was not bulky, like Grayson, cut more narrowly at his waist which gave his shoulders an even fuller illusion of broadness that made my hands ache to run over them.

Kent Zarneki, in short, was too fucking hot for his own good.

I am

Im taking my clothes off

I assume that is what we are doing?

I sent the three texts in quick succession. The message bubbles in reply were brief.

yes

The image that followed was enough to send a hot pang right down into my stomach. He’d unbuttoned his trousers, using the thumb of his free hand to hold down the band far enough I could see the line of his pelvis and the dark hair that dusted across.

If you want to

I want to

I took off my shirt, throwing it aside without care. I had chosen to wear a high-waisted black skirt that day, which was all the better. I very carefully slid my hand up the cup of my bralette, letting the fabric rise up to show the under curve of my breast, appearing fuller when pressed up into my palm.

I sent it and in a second got a reply.

Off

I smirked. Kent had already been naked from the waist up for some time now. I received a sequence of three images, all of which where very flattering shots of Kent’s own torso and abs.

Seems only fair

I pulled the lacy fabric up and over my head as easily as my shirt, looking down at my own pale breasts, my nipples already hardened in the cool air and in anticipation. Shyness fell over me like a cold shower. Kent had never seen me naked before. What if I was too small? What if I was too big? Was my right breast always that much different from my left? Anxiety panged in my stomach as intense as arousal and despite my delay, Kent’s messages remained silent.

Patient. Waiting.

I could cheat. Brushing my hair over my shoulders, the strands lay perfectly over the tops of my breasts, hiding them from clear view, but not as much as my bralette did. I let the photo catch just the bottom half of my face, my tongue stuck out to the side. Teasing. Taunting. Like it was on purpose, not because I was nervous.

Kent didn’t respond for several minutes. The next image, I felt my mouth go dry. I could very clearly see the outline of his erection, pressing against the groin of his pants and going down the leg.

He wasn’t wearing boxers. Of course he wasn’t. This was Kent Zarneki, a man who was one bad day away from leaving everything and joining a nudist colony.

Is this okay?

It was more than okay. It was super okay. It was, please-send-me-more-now okay.

I relayed as much through the text message and got a photo that sent my heart racing. It was just him. His cheeks flushed, his gray eyes dark and storming, a smug smile half formed on his lips. His dark hair was messy and I nearly groaned with frustration at how badly I wanted to run my fingers through it, tug on it, pull that smirk against my own and kiss it off his face.

The next photo I sent him I hid nothing, cupping my breast in my hand and making as if I was drawing my thumb over my nipple. I showed my face, trying my best to look as effortlessly sexy as him— though no matter what I did, my smile was always more playful than sultry. My cheeks flushed with more than just wanting.

Cute

High praise

I replied, trying to remind myself his short responses were normal and not to read into it.

You want praise?

You’re driving me crazy

His words hit me like a sucker punch. His next photo is the second one I didn’t see coming.

No man this gorgeous should ever be blessed in such a way. There were really no words other than “pretty” to describe the flushed skin of his length, not overly long, but definitely blessed where it counted. Or at least where I had heard it counted. It’s all about the girth. My mind supplied in its best Cosmo magazine voice.

The tip was, in all honesty, a very pretty shade of darkened pink, and curved with a sort of perfection that should have been reserved to— I don’t know. Porn stars? Dick models? Do dick models exist? Hand models sure do, and the way his hand was wrapped around himself was enough to make me think he could easily be one of those too.

Cute

I snap back and I can practically hear him laugh in my mind.

High praise

More?

Is that an offer or a request?

Both

How could I say no? I definitely didn’t want to. I found the zipper at the top of my skirt and slid it down. I was left in just my panties and hose. I rolled the hose down low on my thighs, sitting up on my knees to take a photo. Hesitating for just a moment, I flicked the camera over to video and let my hand run down over my thigh and then across my hips. I drew my finger over my center, my breath hitching and my hips moving forward as I rolled against my own touch.

I sent it.

And after a moment I got a video in turn. I watched Kent’s hand glide up over his length in slow, languid motions, pausing to rub his palm against the tip of his head. Teasing himself with the lightest touch. His cock flexed and jumped, a tiny gruff sound escaping his lips and reminding me that even though I couldn’t see his face this was Kent. My Kent.

I nearly dropped my cellphone as it began to vibrate, an incoming call displaying on the screen. I laid back, pushing my hose off the rest of the way as I answered. The line was silent before I finally broke it with a breathy- “hey.”

“Are you naked?” Kent’s voice was low, strained, but somehow eager.

I took a quick moment to slide my panties off, kicking them away.

“Now I am.”

Kent took in a deep breath. I let my hand trail between my legs, touching myself in the familiar way I did when I was alone. I traced my index and middle finger up my labia, spreading the soft warm skin, dipping my fingers into the center where I was slick and hot.

“I’m touching myself.” I said, my voice a broken whisper. Kent made a gruff sound of acknowledgement.

“Kent...” I said, “You made me so wet.”

He moaned.

“Is that okay?” I said, teasing him. I appreciated his caution, his check ins, making sure I was enjoying myself.

“Yes. Yes, it’s okay. Tell me.”

“Wow. Six whole words? Be careful, you’ll make me come.”

“That’s the idea.” Kent said, a breathless laugh filtering through his words.

“What about you? Having fun yet, Zarneki?”

Kent made a sound and I heard the rustling of sheets and the faint click of the phone camera shutter. My phone chimed, an image appearing of the head of his cock, wet with pre-cum he was smearing around the tip.

My tongue slid out against my bottom lip.

“Kent, don’t take this the wrong way— but you have such a pretty penis.”

He snorted.

“I’m serious. I want to put it in my mouth, which is not something I thought I’d ever say to any guy. But like? It just looks so appealing.”

“You’re killing me.” Kent said, a groan that sounded almost exasperated coming from his throat. It was hard to tell.

“With my witty charm or because I put a very naughty image in your head?”

I slipped two fingers into my mouth, pursed my lips, made a show of how wet and soft they looked and sent it to Kent.

“Shit—“

I felt a burst of pride at his expletive and found my clit with my fingertips, circling in a quicker pace.

“I like listening to you.” I said, thoughtless. I sighed, feeling my whole body warming, “Wish it was closer.”

“...I’m just down the street.” Kent said, trying to play it off like it was a fact and not a very tempting invitation.

“But this is fun. And naughty. And I get a keepsake.”

I heard the question in his voice, almost masked by a small groan. I wondered what his hands were up to.

“The photos. Speaking of which... I wouldn’t mind an after shot.”

“After?”

“After I make you come all over yourself, Zarneki.”

I heard his breath hitch.

“Only if I get one too.”

“You got it.”

Talking became a non-priority then. The only thing I strained to hear was his breaths, his soft moans, the faint wet sound I sometime thought I heard over the receive— or maybe that was me. I felt flooded, with heat and wanting and need. I pressed harder, worked my palm flat against my clit and stroked my fingers inside, imaging how much further Kent’s slender fingers could reach. Imaging his tongue. That pretty cock.

“Kent.” I whimpered, the involuntary clutch of my walls around my fingers my bodies way of telling me it wanted all of that and more.

“Good?” Kent murmured, a faint reply.

“Yes— I... I just keep imaging if it were you.” I don’t need to explain. I can tell by the way his breathing has fallen into faint rhythmic pants that he got my full meaning and he liked it.

“...me too. I want... I want you.” Kent paused, his next words coming out with earnest sweetness, “I’ll wait as long as you need...  but I’m ready. I want it. This. With you.”

Whatever I was thinking, whatever I wanted to say fuzzed out around the edges as a prickling sensation spread out from where my fingers were rolling and pressing in tandem. I coaxed my climax out, the peak hanging on the edge for a wonderful few tense moments before it fell. I whimpered, the sound coming out louder than I intended.

I heard Kent swear, or say my name or some combination of the two and then his voice pitched up for just a moment, a gasping moan aching from his throat.

I was hot, messy and completely boneless, laying back on my bed and feeling like I could fall asleep right then and there.

But I owed Kent a picture.

I spread myself open, the puffiness, the redness and slickness hopefully all the evidence he needed to see I had most definitely orgasmed. The moment I opened the chat to send it I received his in turn. His cock lolled back against his stomach, a line of cum connecting to the opaque white puddle settled there. There were drops across his chest and a few splatter across his hand.

My walls clutched hard as I thought what it would feel like to lick him clean.

I sent my own photo, the two of us quiet now, content with just listening to the sound of the other breathing through the phone speaker.

“So. Shower photo shoot next?” I said, unable to hide a nervous giggle.

“Give me just a second to get a towel.”

I had been kidding, but the eagerness in Kent’s voice was enough to make me decide to not correct him.

#mind blind cog #mind blind #kent zarneki x button #kent x button #kent x f!button #mb fanfic #mind blind fanfic #IM SORRY PLEASE DONT READ MY GARBAGE I AM A SLUTTY SLUTTY PERSON #AND MY BUTTON IS VERY THIRSTY I DONT MAKE THE RULES #EXCEPT I DO #i can not believe i am tagging something 'lemon' in this day of our lord 2021 #but ya #lemon

[ainawgsd]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Look at his tiny little toe beans!

119 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 16:07:05 GMT

#4

Gatsby being patient with our shenanigans

Omg, look at that adorable face!

129 notes • Posted 2021-01-05 04:11:09 GMT

#3

We're hosting Thanksgiving again this year. In preparation, I have decided to pick one area per day to clean. Hopefully this will keep me from putting it off until three days before Thanksgiving and then getting overwhelmed and bitchy and super stressed about my messy house.

Today's area was the bit of counter to the left of the stove. Previously invisible under the clutter.

152 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 03:42:12 GMT

#2

Eating lunch at The Burger King for the first time since this pandemic started, and someone at the next table over was pleasantly surprised by the eyeballs on their ice cream! Must be their first time.

176 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 18:11:19 GMT

#1

I just realized that Fat Bear Week is one of tumblr's annual holidays/festivals and maybe not everyone in the general public (especially outside of Alaska) is aware of it.

So naturally I sent a link to my third grader's teacher! Her classroom is National Parks themed and I feel like she would love getting the kids involved.

201 notes • Posted 2021-09-25 19:45:22 GMT

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[mrs-march-ahs]

Ok so recently my mom got a new boyfriend (at least I found out recently) and he has this daughter (keep in mind I don't have a problem with my mom dating) recently its come to my attention that he's living here at first I thought he was just staying for a bit but then he took his daughter from her mother and because the house isn't too big she has to sleep with me. Now here's when things start to get messy I don't recall from the past ever having trouble with kids but with her I HATE her. I'm a very closed-off person and I don't like people getting into my personal space and layout (the daughter) is the exact opposite of that. She clings to me all the time, she shouts at me, she hits me, she burps on me, farts on me, she marks up my bedroom walls, she feels up my boobs, and tries to look under my clothes, she bites me whenever I tell her to stop something, spitting in my hair, jumping up on the bed even if I tell her to stop because I'm not feeling well, she swears if I'm cooking something and it's not up to her speed she starts yelling at me and talking back not to mention if I leave my phone or my tablet for a short period she breaks into it and does so much crap and listens to the most disgusting of songs, once she went on and deleted all of my school work and it caused so many problems I told my mom all layona had was talking from her dad not to do it again. I'm a college student and I do most of my classes online so I'm always on some sort of call doing school work and she yells, she jumps onto the bed, and sometimes she gets so aggressive I have to just run from her and lock myself in the bathroom so I can have a moment to just breathe. And even when shes not misbehaving in some way she gets super attached hugging me, following me around, and as I mentioned I like my personal space, I like to just sit to myself and just breathe and enjoy the silence and lately with her I have none of that it's very rare I speak up or yell at her or go to her dad or my mom I just keep it to myself but today was a very emotional day for me so when she began her usual tantrum I locked myself into the bathroom and didn't open up until My mom came in and told me to after I came out not very long after layona began hugging me, sitting on top of me and for some reason, it just made me feel so much worse and so I went back into the bathroom again incase I didn't say it the reason why I was in the bathroom the first time was that I was having a breakdown so basically crying and just trying to get myself to stop because well I hate crying my mom comes back again and says for me to get out of the bathroom and so I do she asks why Im always in the bathroom I proceed to tell her the same thing I always tell her "layona is annoying" "I need my space shes overwhelming me" instead I got yelled at and she told layona to come out of the room later on she texted me and sent this really long message about she understands layona can be difficult, and ill mannered at times but I don't have the right to treat her as if she was nth (layona) and how Im selfish, self centered and unkind. It's not the first my mother ever said those words to me and I doubt it will be the last. Yes, I acknowledge the fact that I can be distant, cold, and lacking in emotions but majority of the times she said those things it hurt and I know you're, not in a position to tell if those words are true but do you believe I'm in the wrong for not being all holy golly, and sun shines towards layona??

(Sorry for the long ask and I think I'll use this emoji 🍭)

That sounds like a really awful situation to be in. I too, really value my own space and my own sense of security. Often times, when your room is your safe haven, things disturbing that (somebody moving things around) can make everything else seem more difficult.

I think it's perfectly reasonable to not want a child, who is essentially a stranger, in your room, touching your things and being all over you.

Secondly, you are not a bitch. You're not cold, selfish, self-centred or unkind. You are a human being with boundaries and limits just like everybody else. Being introverted or simply enjoying your own company and space (and needing it sometimes) is not better or worse than being extroverted and feeling comfortable around people all the time. Introvert = Extrovert. Not better or worse.

That sounds really frustrating, and I don't mean to dismiss your feelings when I suggest you try and see things from her point of view. She just moved in with her dad and his new girlfriend and daughter. I'm sure she is excited to have an older sibling to hug and be close with and spend time with. That of course does not excuse how rude she is (when you said about cooking for example).

Thirdly, my biggest advice is this. Talk to your mother again. Try not to yell or get upset but tell her, as maturely as you can, that Layona is an absolutely fucking unbearable spoilt fuck. Just kidding. Tell her about Layona deleting your school work and interrupting your studies. Tell your mother that her dad and your mom need to be spending more time with her, so that you suddenly have the job of raising a child you didn't ask for.

Lastly, as hard as it is, I think if you get to know Layona and build any sort of relationship with her, then it will be much easier to tell her what you want. If you don't want to be her big sibling, that's okay, but put some time aside to spend time with her. Next time she comes bothering you in your room when you're doing something, say 'Right now I have homework (or whatever else) to do. I think I will be done with this in an hour, and then we can do something together'. And stick.to.it. Tell her that if she leaves you for an hour to do something you wanna do, that you'll take her on a walk, colour with her, or watch a movie with her. If she doesn't let you be, be strict. Close the door and put a chair in front of it if you must. I don't think you mentioned how old she is but children usually just want attention. Once that attention is promised (in an hour) then she'll have to just wait. Ignore her until she gets bored and then stick to your promise and do something with her.

I really hope you resolve this and have your own secure space and time back. Update me on the situation !

#mma advice?! #mama march

[shhhlikeme]

I ALMOST NEVER SEE ANYONE WRITE ABOUT ARAN SO IM JUMPING IN- ;-; Can I ask for his girl helping him relieve some stress, massaging him and his hands then just a nice cuddle session after..? also Ive been shy to hop in but hi you're pretty and Id love to be friends with you ;-;

UMMM A BIG ACCOUNT LIKE YOURS THAT JUST REACHED 1.25K followers (congrats beb!!) peeps my work ?? And compliments me + gave me my first Aran requestttt ?!

*faints*

I feel like this is a proposal and the answer is YES boo 💍🥰 friendssss 🥺🤗

Anyway I hope you like it newest friend💞

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Some Aran Ojiro x Reader Romance 😩🌹

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you and your boyfriend Aran haven’t been able to see eachother much in the past year at all

He just made the Japan National Team which meant he was practicing and travelling all the time

You two keep up with nightly Facetime dates every night which is great but he almost always falls asleep on you in the first 20 minutes

sleepy muffin that we love so much

You don’t blame him considering his training regimen.

When he wakes up he’s literally talking your ear off apologizing because he feels like a shit boyfriend for falling asleep every time

“I did it again and I know you say it’s fine but it’s not. I’m so sorry Y/N. When I get home, I promise I’ll make it up to you baby girl, I promise. Have a great day Queen and remember I’ll be home to spoil you in 10 days. You’re not ready. I love you! Peace!”

As you lay in your empty bed the next morning, you just smile at the video of him apologizing to you while he is running around his hotel room to get ready for morning practice

Your man works so hard but he never fails to make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you fall asleep. It’s endearing

He is super super busy being a professional athlete but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel special in the little and big ways

Sometimes, he orders you breakfast or dinner from your favourite brunch or sushi spot that you two like to go to so that he can put a smile on your face when he’s travelling

All he asks in return is a cute selfie of you in your pjs and messy bun with the food and that is the only thank you he needs

Seriously send it though or he’ll spam your phone lol

Can I tell you a funny story related to your mans sweet foodie gestures?

Okay so One random night last weekend.....

You heard a knock on the door of your condo and you quickly paused your Netflix movie to dust the popcorn crumbs off Aran’s t-shirt you were wearing

You opened the door excitedly thinking it might be another Uber Eats surprise from your boyfriend but instead you see a grumpy looking Osamu standing in the delivery guys place

“Your boyfriend is annoying.” Osamu deadpanned as he glanced at you once before letting himself in.

“Uh, Nice to see you.....too, Osamu-san.”

Samu murmured something in response grumpily and went over to your kitchen island to place down a large brown paper bag.

“Stupid professional volleyball playing friend and brother,” He muttered under his breath. You watched him take out lots of food from his restaurant from your spot by the door, by the look (and amazing smell) of it the bag was packed with all your favourites. You were thrilled even though the grey haired boy in your kitchen wasn’t.

“Look at me! I’m Aran. My stupid Uber Eats app won’t work from mutant-spider Australia so instead of just chilling like a normal person I call and beg my very handsome and very successful restaurant-owner friend to make my girlfriend all her favourite dishes and drive them over in the middle of a rain storm. A rain storm!”

You held your ground back at the door (knowing good and well not to get in the way of Samu when he was in one of his signature bitchy moods) as a smile crept on your face. It felt like someone was squeezing your heart as you watched Osamu comfortably rummage through your cabinets and find your dishes. He plated your food beautifully like the professional chef he is, all while mumbling angrily under his breath about his quote unquote “Simp of a best friend.”

When he was done with the food, Osamu also pulled out a bottle of your favourite wine from his restaurant that only Aran knows about and poured you a glass perfectly, swaying the liquid around first to make sure it was rich. Satisfied but still annoyed, Osamu cleaned his restaurant’s paper bag contents away and then walked over to your spot on the couch to take a handful of popcorn. Still a grump, he met you back at the door.

Samu looked down at you with the irritated expression you’ve become accustomed to over the years.

“Aran also told me to give you this.” He deadpanned before leaning down to kiss the top off your head then left. You smiled, unable to stop bubbling over in giggles because you knew Aran just added that to annoy his affection-challenged best friend. You poked your head out to the hallway of your condo building, seeing Osamu’s retreating figure you sang:

“Thank you, Samuuuuuu! 🎶”

Effectively adding to his annoyance just like your boyfriend would have wanted you to.

Without looking back, Osamu just lifted up a cool peace sign that your boyfriend and the two brothers were notorious for.

That trio, man.

dinner that night was the best you’ve had in forever

Not only was it delicious but

You realized that very night that your boyfriend was the most remarkable human in the world and you didn’t deserve him

You checked your phone as you sipped your wine because you received several texts from your boy asking where his picture of you eating is and also asking how funny Samu’s reaction was

You giggled as you read the text and then you had an idea! 💡

You put down your phone and quickly changed into some lacy lingerie for the picture:

Your boyfriend always asked for simple ‘rates PG’ pics because he loved to see you bare faced and wearing his big clothes. It was so cute to him.

he would make each new picture you sent his two backgrounds on his phone and he relished in the fact that you were so beautiful when you didn’t try

You knew this, but you also knew that your man deserved a little ‘sumn sumn’ for making tonight so special for you 😉

You put on a little sultry makeup to go with your sexy number and went back to the kitchen to your food and wine

You took a much sexier picture than he would ever expect

Actually you chose to send him a boomerang:

one of your hair slightly disheveled and your tits basically out despite the lacy cover. You pressed the wine glass to your red lips and winked in the boomerang, wiggling your hips ever so seductively

•••

in a luxurious hotel in Australia, your stunning boyfriend just finished his shower in his hotel room

He dried his face with a towel and opened his iMessage app on his phone... effectively ignoring the:

“🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼it’s done.🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼”

text from his best friend Osamu and clicking your name instead

Aran swiped left on his phone hoping to see another cute picture of his girlfriend being sent to him that makes his day the brightest but what he actually sees instead almost makes him drop his phone out of his wet hands

No Deadass he almost dropped it! it slipped out of his hands 4 times

His heart beating because of his phone but mostly because you were the finest woman he’s ever seen, he replays your sexy boomerang 30 times, literally engraving every detail about you into his mind. If his teammates weren’t so nosy he’d love to make what you just sent him his background on his phone......but that wouldn’t work

He really treasured you and what you sent though. For Aran, the next 9 days at this Global Tournament could not go by fast enough.

Aran’s never asked for naughty pictures from you not once because he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but seeing that you did it on your own, of course it made him want to skip his National game tomorrow just to fly back and make love to you all night then rub your back the way you like until you fell asleep

Mans is in LOVE, you feel me?

He wanted to show you just how treasured you are for sticking by his side through all this travelling shit. He wanted you to always know you were his queen even if he was miles away

So, by you sending this sexy Boomerang and treating him like a King even though you didn’t have to, your man fell even harder for you

He had so much planned when he came home like always: spoil you with a shopping trip with your girls, a romantic spa trip for you both and a trip to the amusement park, but it seemed so far away now

Frowning, Aran texted you back a paragraph telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he was to have you in his life for a plethora of reasons

He Facetime’d you for the expected classic 20 minutes while you wore that lingerie BUT he actually stayed up for 36 minutes because he was fighting sleep like a damn boxer. He wanted to see you... but of course his fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face because you whispered goodnight

•••

the next day, after sleeping in, Aran woke up for his first tournament game and did all of his pre-game rituals which included calling you, and his best friends Kita & the twins.

He proceeded to his 6:00pm game as planned in the grand court of Sydney.

Aran sweetly signed autographs and Jerseys with his name on it that fans and little kids eagerly presented to him before and after the game that they had won.

“Mr. Ran’! Mr. ‘Ran! Volleybwall is my most favouritest sport to pway , too! Can I have hug???” Asked a particularly bouncy little African-Australian girl in the crowd. Aran glances at the dad for permission and upon granting Aran nodded kindly and picked up the toddler so she was propped up on his hip. The girl wrapped her miniature arms around the big volleyball star’s neck and squeezed tightly. Aran chuckled in his deep voice, exclaiming an “Ow! You’re a strong one, aren’t you? A future Ace for sure.” The little girl gasped at her idols words and hugged him harder. The dad had to literally rip her out of Ojiro’s arms because she didn’t want to let go.

“Don’t break the volleyball player, honey. They’re sore.” Said the father to his daughter.

Aran reached in his gym bag to collect a clean tournament shirt from his bag and handed it to the hysterically crying little girl. “Sore is an understatement. But....here, ‘future Ace.’ When you make the National Women’s Team and I’m the one at one of your games, maybe you can give it back to me.”

The little girl’s whole life was made as she immediately stopped crying and smiled widely, hugging the shirt close to her chest as if it might disappear if she let go.

Because he was a teddy bear and wanted to sign as many kids memorabilia as possible, plus give the youth encouraging messages....Aran usually stayed an hour or two later than the other players after their away games. Telling his teammates to go on ahead back to their hotel without him

HE’S PERFECT 😩

Sore as hell and more tired than ever after his big games, he picked up his phone to call you on his way back to the hotel

He loved hearing your voice it was so soothing to him

No answer. He tried 5 times.

Thinking you were probably working hard from home, Ojiro dragged his feet past the hotel concierge and used all of his slumped body weight to push open the door to his hotel room.

He didn’t remember it being this dark in here or even shutting off the lights when he left, but being too tired to care he dropped his huge bag on the floor, gripping his aching shoulder as he took one step to the right to flip on the lights

When he did, he had to rub his sleepy eyes because he couldn’t believe what he saw

“Y-Y/N?!”

Standing in the middle of his hotel room, you smiled brightly and ran to your boyfriend, wrapping your legs around his waist in a koala hug. You wore that lacy number you used in the picture you sent him last night. Your man stumbled back from the impact and overall surprise but once he was stable he hugged you back tightly.

“Oh my God, you look incredible, what-what are you doing here?!” He asked, still in disbelief.

You pecked his lips and jumped down. “After last night I missed you so much. So I just called into work, booked a 9-hour direct flight and now I’m here! I’m staying for the rest of the tournament. Hi, handsome!!!!” You had so much happiness and light in your eyes that it literally woke up your boyfriend by contentment, even though he was just on the verge of collapsing on his bed from fatigue minutes ago.

He grabbed your face softly in his large hands and tilted your head up towards his to give you a proper kiss, letting you know how happy he was through the kiss.

You pulled away. “Whoa! Someone’s happy to see me!” You poked his tummy.

“An understatement—Wait, what is that?” Finally looking away from your face for the first time since he entered his room, Aran looked behind you in awe. There was a rather large massage table set up in the centre of his suite.

“Oh, that old thing?!” You questioned playfully as you jogged over to the big table and showcased it with your hands like a Wheel of Fortune prize girl. “I tried to book a massage for you for tomorrow because I know you always forget, but they were all booked obviously so I just asked the guy downstairs—after name dropping you—if they could bring this up and they had no problem with it!”

Aran looked at you incredulously so you continued. “Lay down, babe. I know you must be sore after your game. I ordered food for you too but they said it will be up here in an hour and a half. So, I’ll get out some of your kinks now, we’ll eat, and then I can massage you more until you fall asleep.”

Aran couldn’t believe this was happening.

“But you just got off a flight, Y/N! You must be tired, too! I couldn’t possibly—“

You gave your boyfriend your best Osamu impression with your seriously annoyed frown. “Aran. You do everything in your power to make sure that I’m feeling more than amazing every single day even when you are halfway across the world. So now since I’m a mere halfway across the room, I want to do this for you. Please. Let me return the favour.”

Feeling too tired to bicker and knowing you meant business, your big man gave in. He removed his shirt when you asked and settled face down on the comfortable table.

You put on some soft r&b and took out the essential oils you bought from the spa and began to give your man a sensual but remarkable rub down, taking immense care in soothing his muscle pain in his legs and back

You listened for his groans when you reached particularly sensitive spots on his back and spent a lot more time in those areas

When you were massaging his shoulders you made sure to lean down every few minutes to kiss the side of his neck and Aran would sigh in delight every time.

“Y/N. I know you want to get all of my kinks out and trust me this feels amazing, but, if you keep kissing me dressed like that I’ll stop this massage to make love to you on this table. Okay?”

You giggled and smacked his booty.

“Kay.” 😇

When the food came, you and Aran opted to sit on the couch and eat, feeding eachother and kissing and just being all cute n shit—🙄

A/N: Can you tell how jealous I am?

After dinner and your night routines, you told your baby to give you his hands in bed.

you lotioned them in between your smaller ones and gave him a long, much desired, kneading hand massage in the pitch black room until he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I love you, Y/N.” whispered Ojiro, his deep voice slower because he was half asleep. “Please be here when I wake up....” He whispered before succumbing to a deep slumber.

You stopped your massage, kissed both of his hands and cuddled into his warm body.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Aran.” You closed your eyes too, feeling sleep wash over you as well.... “I’ll always be here.”

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[bonbonthedragon]

Could you do an hc with Kirishima and how he'd handle their s.o when they get super overwhelmed and tend to either shut down and not do anything or they just kind of hide for a little bit. Like he comes to visit them one day and they're wrapped like a little burrito with their comfort item?

Of course lovely anon :) 🥰🥰🥰 hope this was ok :) I ended up doing a Drabble, hope that was ok :)

Kirishima x nurse!fem!reader!

Not alone

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, flufffff, aged up!characters!

Not my photo

Your head was spinning, focusing on more than on task was becoming more difficult by the second. You felt your chest tighten, your breath hitched as you struggled to breath, it felt like a elephant was sitting on your lungs, breathing hurt. Your stomach dropped and you felt your bottom lip tremble, face getting hot and tears threatening to spill. You couldn’t do it, not right now, you needed a break, you just needed the word to stop, just for a second, only a second.

You looked at the opened folder sprawled on your desk, your hands finding refuge in your hair as your rubbed at your scalp for some relief. You read the case over multiple times, each word screaming back at you. Everything hurt, you were so stressed, you just needed a break, you just wanted to sleep and never wake up, you couldn’t deal with this right now.

You looked at the photo in the corner, the little boy smiling bright into the camera, eyes moved to crescents and teeth showing as he gave a wide toothy grin. No, how would this work? He had people who loved him, there were people depending on you, he was depending on you. You broke into a silent sob, shutting the vanilla folder and taking your computer, typing into google and your patients documents for any kind of answer. There was just so little time.

—

“Then I was like-“ Kamanari stopped to look at his friend, brows furrowing “dude, are you even listening?”

“Yeah yeah...” kirishima starred at his phone, biting the inside of his cheek

the blond quirked a brow in annoyance “bro, stop worrying about her, she always does this, she’s always working, so probably just sleeping right now.”

Kirishima looked up, shaking his head hesitantly “no...I don’t think so man, I’m...im really worried, she hasn’t answered any of my calls or text in almost a week. I know she’s a nurse but...still, she usually manages to get in a quick call before she has to go back” he unlocked his phone, scrolling through the hundreds of test he sent over the week, all unread “fuck it, I’m going to go check up on her.” He got up, walking out of the shared apartment despite Kamanari’s protests.

—

The red made sure to send you a text before he got there, noting that it still went unread as he knocked at your door. There was no answer, so when he did it again...and again,and again and still nothing, panic started to settle in. He called you, but you didn’t pick up. Well, guess he’ll just have to use the spare key you gave him, even though he said he would never use it because real men don’t disturb their partners privacy by just walking into their home, even though you said you didn’t care. He whipped out his collection of keys, flipping through the metal until he found yours. He opened the door after the click, peaking his head inside.

“Hello?” He tested “(y/n)? You here?” He looked around, no one in sight, so he stepped in. The lights were on, walking into the kitchen and noticing some fresh dishes in the sink, you were definitely here. He tiptoes into the living room, tensing when he heard a quiet sniffle, followed by a hiccup.

He quickly rushed over, finding your blanket piled up on the couch, another sniffle coming from under it. “(y/n)?” He lifted the blanket, heart dropping at the sight. You were wrapped in a second blanket, one of his shirts you were wearing poking though as you held tightly to your shark plushie. You face was red, tear stained cheeks flushed and hair messy. He dropped to his knees, coming to your height and he gently placed his hand on your head, beginning to rub your scalp.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He cooed “baby...” he lifted himself up, lifting your from half up so he could sit down. Kirishima moved your body on top of his, hugging you and letting your head rest on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair, his free hand sneaking under the blanket and rubbing circles into your back. You both laid there in silence, the only sound of you crying into his shirt as he pressed kiss after kiss to your forehead, eventually rolling you both over so he could hold you closer.

“You wanna tell me about it?” He asked, voice low and soft

He let you compose yourself, swallowing what ever sob that tried to break away from your throat as you talked “Aki- he- he’s- I can’t-“ you hiccuped, kiri nodding along and telling you to take your time “th-this little-boy- I don’t- I don’t know what to do-“

“Who’s Aki?” Kirishima asked, letting you take another breath as he tried to calm you

“He’s a p-patient, he- I don’t know what’s wrong with him- he’s sick- he’s so sick and I don’t know why- I’ve tried everything, my team and I have tried every test- he doesn’t have much time- his parents- they care so much- he’s just- he only 7! he can’t leave yet- I can’t let him d-die kiri- they-his parents even tried- tried to pay me extra to save him- to do anything but- I can’t! I- he doesn’t have long- any day he could- I can’t- I don’t know what to do-“ you broke into a full sob again “I can’t do anything! Please- I- he has so many who love him and-“ you clutched his shirt, the reds heart tightening with each word “just-help me- I- help- I just want it to stop- just for a little while-“

Kirishima felt his own tears coming to life, he couldn’t take it, seeing you like this, it was breaking him. He knew what it was like to not be able to save someone, but he knew it happened to you more frequently, and it upset him, your job putting you in such a position like this, to put so much stress in one person. You were holding many lives in your hands at once, and any could disappear at any second. He didn’t realize how painful it truly was, how stressed and overwhelmed you were, you weren’t talking to him and he should have just came over anyway.

“Hey, it’s alright” he held you tighter “everything will be ok. This is going to be hard, I know. I know i don’t know what exactly your going through but- I can...let me try to help you, you don’t need to go through this alone” he pulled you back, his breath hitching at the sight “don’t push me away, I want to help you, I can’t take the pain away, but I can try and get your mind off it for a bit. How does that sound?”

You nodded, kirishima beginning to sit up and taking you in his arms “have you eaten today?” You shook your head “then we will start there, I’ll run you a bath and while you soak and I can make something?” You shook your head again and he tilted his head in confusion “then...how about I take a bath with you? Throw in some bath salt and bath bombs and let me rub your back? Then we can order take out? Or just sleep? Take a nap?” You shrugged, but he took it as a yes and led you to your bedroom and into the bathroom where he set you on the counter, turning on the hot water while he added the bubbles and salts.

He walked over to you, leaving a hand on your shoulder as he reached over and wet a small cloth in the sink, bringing it up to your face to rub away the dried tears and snot. He unwrapped you from your makeshift burrito and set down the plushie he gave you. He slid your shirt off and unclasped your bra, soon doing the same with your pants and underwear. He left you there for a bit, trailing feather light kisses around your face and neck, then lifting you and placing you in the tub. He followed suit, taking off his own clothes and joined behind you. You ended up turning around, straddling his legs as your leaned against his chest, kirishima softly massaging your shoulder blades.

Once you finished up, he dried you off, putting you in a shirt and comfy shorts and sent you to bed while he changed. He pulled back the covers, you already snuggled into the plush pillows and mattress. He wrapped and arm around your waist, pulling you to him “feel better?” He mumbled into your hair

You nodded “thank you” you responded, nuzzling his chest

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[flamediel]

Hi so im kinda new to the fandom and i see all this drama on your blog, which is lovely and great you seem so nice, can you help me with like getting a lil up to date with all cuz i love drama and it seems messy

Ahhh welcome to the fandom! I'm glad you like my blog. This is gonna be a quick summary bc I need to sleep and if you have any specific questions lmk and ill get to those in the morning. putting these in categories by who its about

Chris/joel drama:

Ok, so around two years ago, joel started dating this girl emilia. They broke up about six months ago and joel posted online saying it was really toxic and hurt him a lot. At the time he was hanging around chris a lot and we kind of got the vibe chris helped him through the breakup. Chris was also one of the people who unfollowed emilia at the time, not all the boys did that. Everything was chill for a while, then the day the hero music video was supposed to come out, someone (samantha camara) posted a video from Joel's close friends story where he was hanging out with this girl sam sanchez and they looked all couply. Thing is.. sam s is Chris's ex, so people were mad. Personally I think its pr bc hero was coming out that night and sam s was releasing music, so the timing was toooooo good. Also sam s and c are still really good friends (they were hanging out today) which wouldn't be the case if she had exposed a relationship that was supposed to be private. This all is lowkey for a while, the guys seem to be close in the vlogs and content we get, then last night Chris flowed emilia again. Right after that, joel posted sam s on his story. One theory is this is them being petty and fighting, but sam s is releasing music the same day deja vu comes out so I just think (or hope) its more pr. Thats the gist of this

Erick: ok so erick was seeing this girl nadia mualem for a while. She was in the de cero music video (his girl) and a few others i think (pretend for example). We didn't see them together a lot but we knew they were hanging out bc she was always posting hinting about it. He took her to cancun this summer for example, and when she's in miami she'll post stories that are obviously from his house and stuff. Recently they unfollowed each other.on insta and people thought they might have broken up. Then she posted in miami but she was staying in a hotel which confused people bc she never did that before. Someone asked her if they broke up on tiktok and she answered like this:

This was super out of character bc she's always shoving the relationship in people's faces, so suddenly acting like its private is sus. Imo this and the hotel is definite proof they broke up or at least are fighting/on bad terms. Erick is a huge fuckboy anyway so I doubt he committed.

Richard: speaking if fuckboys.. OK, so you know how I mentioned that erick took nadia to cancun? Richard went too, with a girl named Olivia wong. No one had seen olivia before so we thought she was just a one time hookup he met at the club, but then people did some digging and found that she was at their NYE performance in times square the year before. This was kind of big bc his mom also attended the performance, so if olivia was there w him she met his mom. It also implied they had been together for a while. We didn't see much of olivia after that, but bc we only saw her once it was implied they were still seeing each other. Then the beso video dropped, and Richard started reposting his beso model (doug, idr her last name rn) all over his instagram. Still, he and Olivia kept following each other so all seemed chill. Then in the middle of December olivia posted a tiktok at the airport saying she was gonna go surprise her bf and he dumped her right before. She later said the situation had been "updated" in a comment but all we saw was a text conversation w a contact named "king" where he sent her the tiktok and was like "ouch you were gonna surprise me 🤕🥴" or whatever emoji the fuckboys use these days idk. In the tiktok olivia just responded w "Ig we'll never know" and thats basically all we saw of her. BUT she never unfollowed him so idk. Then, days later, doug is EVERYWHERE. She's in the vid of Richards fam wishing him happy birthday, talking to aaliyah, and she seems really close w all of them. AFAIK she's the only hookup to meet his daughter (other than yocelyn ofc). This is kind of sus bc this was RIGHT after the thing w olivia, so why is he bringing another girl to meet his family? Idk man, in my opinion there was definitely some two timing going on, but this is all we have for now.

Ok, I think that's all of it. Im sorry if this is confusing, just send me more messages if you have other questions. For now tho, gn lovessss

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