I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED

I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED 😂😂

this man did not see shit

Falling - Harry Styles Aesthetic

Love Again (JJk)

Hey friends! Amanda here! So I wrote this one like a few minutes after I wrote Flame. I’m proud of it but it’s super short. I hope you all don’t mind a short one for this week. Life has been really kicking my butt as of late so today I’m gonna actually sit down and write out some of my ideas. Hopefully some of them make the cut to become imagines, smut, or drabbles but we shall see. I also have a couple ideas for series but I struggle with with writing full on stories sometimes so lets hope that I can organize my thoughts and give you all a well-written series. Anyway, hope you like this one, its kind of sad and full on angst. Love y’all, stay safe, and borahaee <3

Genre: exes!au, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 626

Warnings: mentions of infidelity, toxic relationship, cheating, descriptions of sex, mentions of depression.

Summary: “Would it be too much to ask if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?”

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  Regret. Pain. Heartbreak. Pleasure. 

  I regret letting him in again. I don’t know how many times I’ve fallen weak to his charm or the old flame he and I used to carry. I regret letting him treat me as a second choice. Letting him make me a second choice. I regret doing this behind her back. She probably loves him just as much as I do. I regret doing this to her, when he did the same thing to me.

  It hurts, knowing that our once-vibrant flame is now gone. It pains me to know that although he is here right now and at the moment, he’s still gone. Away. That he left for something, for someone better.

  My heart broke when he told me he didn’t love me anymore. When he told me I was no longer a priority. When he told me that I was no longer the keeper to his heart. It fell, shattered into millions of pieces, and I can’t seem to fix it. Not when we play this game made up of old flames and pleasure.

  Pleasure.

  I looked at the ceiling, gasping as he bit my neck, suckling skin, and soothing it over with kitten-licks. While my body was reacting positively to his actions, my mind, my heart, and my soul lie somewhere else. I closed my eyes, shutting them tight, in hopes of being able to just focus on the present. Focus on him. Focus on what he is doing right now. Focus on how at least, at this very moment, he was in your arms. In hopes of flourishing in the attention he was giving me. 

  When? When had I settled for something so little. Something so small as his attention. I guess that when we were together, I never had to worry about it, never had to worry about gaining his attention. But now? Now it's a delicacy, a rare and cruel gift that fate has left on this world for me. 

  My eyes watered as he moved up to look me in the eyes. His brows furrowed as he saw my state.

  “What's wrong?” He whispered.

  I pulled him closer to me by his neck, our foreheads touching as I took in his facial features. “Would it be too much to ask, if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?” I croaked, voice barely above a whisper.

  He sighed, “Y/N-”

  “Please.” I whispered, pulling him into a small kiss.

  He pulled away too fast for my liking and searched the depths of my eyes, “But won’t it hurt you even more?” he asked.

  “Please, Kook.” The tears slipped out of my eyes as I begged him, begged him to love me again. He looked at my desperate state and nodded slightly, before he kissed me with a new passion. Not rough, like how it usually is. But soft, passionate, loving. Like how he used to. When he still loved me. 

  He continued his ministrations, keeping his promise to me. He treated my body as if it was a temple, with delicate touches, and small whispers of “I love you.” And as fake as it was, it had me high. High off his love. His attention. Slow thrusts and teary eyes, breathy gasps and passionate kisses. 

  He made love to me that night. Even though he loved another. Even though it would only hurt me more. And when I woke up from a night of a rekindled flame, I was distraught, to find that it was only me who had felt it rekindle. With an empty bed and a heart full of sorrow, I had to move on, move on and pretend like I knew how it felt to be loved.

This is one of the best things I have ever read

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A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

This moodboard was made by my incredibly talented best friend @me-trash-tbh​ and, I love her so much

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: established relationship, domestic! Jungkook, smut, fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Guys, I love Jungkook. Like, I’m so sorry but, this is just pure fluff and filth. Love you. Also this is unedited for now, it’s 2am plz save meeee (update: it’s edited now woohoo)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe ladz), explicit language.

“They’re staggered so, we should push now…”  

You hear your boyfriend mutter from the other side of the room, body bent towards his computer screen.  

He’s been at this for hours now, fingers furiously working his keyboard, throwing suggestions/commands at his friends through an expensive headset.  

“Yah, we’re almost there…just stay focused…”  

Another encouragement is grumbled through his pouted lips as his hands make another commotion against his laptop.  

A fond smirk caresses your mouth and, you shake your head, positively endeared by his dedication to his game.  

You don’t want to interrupt him, you know playing video games for hours on end, shot gunning ramen like tic tacs is a luxury for him and, he deserves that. You’d be lying though, if you said that your side of the bed was aching for him a little bit. The bed you shared with Jungkook is massive, far too big for one person and, spacious enough for both of you to starfish across the surface comfortably.  

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WHY AM I CRYING THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

an abundance of mondays (m)

genre: college!au, childhood friends to lovers!au

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader (f)

word count: 15k

contains: fluff, angst, smut, mutual pining, oblivious best friends in love, exasperated but well-meaning best friend yoongi, a happy ending because I’m a sap

warnings: marijuana use, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, swearing, explicit sex in the form of: (loving) dirty talk, fingering, penetrative sex

summary: “why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

alternatively, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. it’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.

soundtrack: fools - troye sivan | tokyo - rm | not in that way - sam smith | … and more!

- written as part of the @ficswithluv​ luv library project in the music category & also MAJOR shoutout to the absolutely lovely gia @fantasybangtan who gave this two read-overs, helped to inspire a few key moments, and is just generally the best ♡

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