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Friends with benefits: Alright now remember, absolutely no getting feelings for each other, okay?
Me already in love: Absolutely
State Of Mind: "Film Unoriginality"
I've begun to notice more and more that there are almost no truly original movies coming out right now. Everything is a sequel, remake, or just formulaic.
I understand that there are only so many concretely original storylines in existence and that everything we see as original is really just a riff on a previously done storyline. If that's the case, why are one movie great and another movie terrible if they are both riffs on the same basic story? There are a lot of factors in that, but the most important is presentation. For example, let's take the movies "Avatar" and "Pocahontas". People berated "Avatar" for being "Pocahontas" with blue aliens in space. That may be true, but there are tons of stories like that. Stories of one man entering a new culture and messing with their way of life have been around forever. People seem to immediately deem a somewhat unoriginal idea or storyline as automatically inferior to its predecessor. However, a quick trip to Rotten Tomatoes reveals that "Avatar" got significantly better reviews than "Pocahontas". This may be due, in part, to our nostalgia filters blinding us to the flaws in one of the movies of our childhood. We need to realize that similar doesn't automatically mean worse. Personally, I don't think the story was what "Avatar" was really meant to be about. It was meant to be an experience that brought you to a completely new world. In that respect, I think it succeeded. I saw the movie in 3D IMAX, and I was completely blown away the visuals. Yes, once you look past that the story is silly and the characters are pretty flat, but I still believe that the movie succeeded in what it set out to do. I'd also like to note that, when looked at in the right light, "Finding Nemo" and "Taken" can be viewed in a similar way.
My main issue lies with the remakes and sequels that are made as nothing more than cash-ins on certain properties. The films that continue or retell stories that were fine the first time. Did we really need a new Freddy Krueger or Jason Voorhees? Do we really need to see an old movie again in 3D? Do we really need another "Transformers" movie? And yet, we continue going to these movies for one reason or another. I don't really understand the attraction. I get excited when I see fresh and new ideas being explored on the big screen in new ways. That's one reason why I love Pixar. They can always be counted on to present an original idea in a fresh way. For example, "Up" is about an old man who uses a horde of balloons to fly himself, his house, and a boy scout to Venezuela in order to set the house in the exact spot where his deceased wife would have wanted it. There are also subplots involving the man's childhood hero and his talking dogs and a giant bird's attempts to escape capture. This movie covers themes such as loss, going on without loved ones, and life going on even in old age. These themes have all been done before, but never like this. Name one movie that has a plot synopsis similar to the one I just gave for this movie. The writing, characters, and animation are all beautiful. This movies shows exactly what a creative spin on an old idea can do. It wasn't the second animated film nominated for Best Picture at the Oscars for nothing.
What I'm trying to say is that unoriginality has its good and bad parts. We shouldn't snub a movie just because it's similar to one we've already seen. It's all in the presentation and execution. "Friends With Benefits" was way better than "No Strings Attached", and they're basically the same movie. It's incongruities like that that prove that movies made based on the same idea can have radically different results. I just think that we need to stop supporting all of the terrible sequels and remakes that are coming out that are trying to cash in on our childhoods and don't deserve our money.
the kids aren’t alright; jjk
➳ pairing: fwb!jeongguk x pastor’s kid (p.k)!reader
➳ genre: f2l, fwb AU, smut, fluff, angst
➳ wc: 10.5k
➳ synopsis: sneaking around with jeongguk during your christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.
➳ warnings: sacrilegious themes, soft dom JK, thigh riding, corruption kink, praise kink, choking, spanking, overstimulation, oral (m & f receiving), creampies, strained parent relationships, curly haired jeongguk 🤤
➳ a/n: this fic is sort of risqué, and i’m nervous about the responses. but please remember that this is all fiction, and i don’t mean any offense whatsoever. i hope you’re ready for some filthy, unforbidden smut !! please share and let me know what you think!
Everyone has a label. A niche. A certain stereotype that sets them apart from the others. Most people assume that they have you figured out to a T. It’s quite obvious that your “thing” is being the good girl. The town’s sweetheart.
The pastor’s daughter.
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Sugarplum Elegy (M)
Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk Summary | You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.
Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.
Word count | 17.9k
There’s no greater testament to love than love itself – the sheer vulnerability of being bound to someone emotionally and physically, and the aching process that bleeds into infinity. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone’s bare hands, despite knowing that they might crush it in front of your very eyes.
Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty during the summer mornings, but upon a huge gust of wind, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. Given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.
So when you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it’s still a feeling you can’t quite get accustomed to, especially when the first thing you see in the morning is his peaceful sleeping face, unless he’s spooning you, in which his warm breath will tickle the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.
It’s been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, yet you still can’t get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body, softening and melting your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet always find themselves tangled together with his under the sheets.
He’s not much of a morning person, but sometimes, you’d wake up to him staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes, sunlight glittering golden in them, and smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.
You know no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve concluded that you’ve never met a person quite like him before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.
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— NOT QUITE LOVERS (m.)
pairing; jungkook/reader genre; ceo au, fwb au, smut rating; explicit words; 15,330
— synopsis; hiring jeon jungkook as your personal assistant happens to have more than one perk.
contents; ceo!reader, assistant!jungkook, employer/employee relationship, (sort of) switch!jungkook, dom!reader (kind of?), public sex (in the office and a closet), oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, clothed sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, multiple smut scenes, teasing, jealousy, possessiveness, angry sex.
You shifted through your paperwork, your head already pounding. You’d forgotten to take some painkillers earlier when you had felt the throb start gradually on one temple—now you were regretting it immensely, since your entire head felt like a heartbeat in and of itself.
A hand came out in front of your face and you followed the arm up until you were looking at your assistant, Jeon Jungkook. You blinked owlishly at him, wondering when the hell he’d even slipped into your office.
“I saw you pinching your nose through the window. You only do that when you have a headache,” he said in lieu of a greeting, looking pointedly down at his palm. You looked down as well and saw two painkillers in his grip, held out to you as an offering.
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Only Mine {M}
Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut + / jealousy Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 5,184
Jungkook never had any serious troubles with women. He enjoyed the simple satisfaction of sharing a meal with them, talking with them and the added pleasure of sex. Women seemed to reciprocate the feelings back, naturally attracted to him and often taking the first initiative with little effort from himself. However, what he did lack when it came to the opposite sex was not offering them anything beyond that. There wasn’t any traumatizing experience that happened to him. No sad break up story that caused him to close himself off from anyone. In reality, ever since he was young and he experienced the joy of women, relationships and settling down never appealed to him. He was quite sure that the bachelor life was made for him. No matter how appealing the woman he met was, if she was on the lookout for a boyfriend he made sure to steer clear and keep his distance. He wasn’t particular with any desired traits in a woman that peaked his interest. As long as she didn’t bore him, that was enough. But he bored easily after some time, hence why relationships and being tied down never worked out. Once the initial attraction and spark dimmed and he started to get to know her, to get comfortable with her he’d become discouraged. If the hazy cloud that screamed ‘commitment’ would start to loom over him, Jungkook knew how to skillfully shut things down right away. Like a pro he was well equipped with techniques to make sure things ended swiftly, naturally and more importantly, cleanly. “It’s not you it’s me,” was the classic cliche line for others, but for himself his words boosted their ego, sending them off with no regrets and the promise that they could remain friends, sometimes with the added benefits.
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secret crime || jjk
⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader ⇢ genre: smut… angst!! ⇢ word count: 6.4K ⇢ theme: friends with benefits. (with feelings yikes) ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, loves!), his friends are assholes nd jungkook is a bit of a hopeless romantic… ⇢ summary: it was supposed to be simple, casual, just sex. no one was supposed to catch feelings… but there what if he’s already in love? ⇢ A/N: lowkey, this was came out way more angsty than i had planned… gonna blame it on the mood of quarantine LMAO. i hope you like it all the same, though… this might turn into a longer fic idk I kinda like the idea of an emotionally unavailable oc.
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right here - jjk | m
↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.
↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader
↳ word count- 1.6k
↳ genre- REQUEST, smut
↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol
↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too. thanks to @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland and @chimoona and @sombreboy for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol
This request was “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”
Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.
It’s shameless the way he ogles you. He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.
“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly. “You’re staring.”
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The Boyfriend Shirt™
pairing: reader x jeon jungkook
genre/components: fluff // jungkook, your adorable fuck buddy, was ready to give his favorite white shirt up if you looked that good in it all the time
count: 3220 words
a/n: inspired by jungkook’s sinful shirt from baepsae dance practice and just fratboy jungkook // © image warning: implied sex
Jungkook never liked people touching his things. There was a system as to how he arranged and wore his things, a very organized system, which could be shattered by a single tilt to the equilibrium if anyone were to touch any of it.
In other words, he just really fucking hated people touching his things.
When he was five, he’d keep the ninja turtle figurines from the playroom all to himself, hiding them from the other kids, who incessantly cried, and earning an earful from the teacher (in his defense, she only hated him because Jungkook never got the math questions right). The pet peeve carried on to adulthood, to his four years in college. It was even more difficult to avoid getting irked by such a small detail when he was living with a handful of guys who had no sense of personal space, especially Taehyung who loved to “borrow” his underwear. Then again life had its way of changing the winds of his courses.
For one, living in a frat house was something he never pictured himself doing. Let alone, joining a frat at all. The frat he was in (thankfully) was smaller and directed more towards finding career pathways for those interested in professionally pursuing music and performance. Though, it was easy to doubt that mission statement when you saw the shenanigans that happened in the house (there was that one incident with Namjoon, a cat, and a jukebox on the roof). And not to mention the ridiculous house parties.
Aside from being part of a tight-knit brotherhood, he never thought he’d be one to do casual, though undeniably satisfying, hookups either. He always pictured himself settling down with one person, keeping it low key and mellow, and staying with them until he popped the big question. But college was a different battlefield altogether. Nobody had a set plan, and neither did he. Turns out, he was more than happy to sate his hormones with quick drunk fucks. Well, in his case, it turned out to be multiple nights with the same ‘one night stand’.
To sum it up, Jungkook had become your go-to fuck buddy.
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—hot boy bummer. (m)
⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader
⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / friends with benefits / friends to lovers + smut
⟶ words: 14,633
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?
⟶ warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink
⟶ note: this was inspired by a number of things but mainly do me by kim petras being on jungkook’s spotify playlist, this tiktok sound, and this tumblr post lol also big thank you to @bratkook and @onherwings for letting me ramble on about this fic and reigniting my inspo for it 💛
( p.s. i tried to proofread this but if y’all see any typos no u didn’t, thank u <3 )
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Into my bones
●Wordcount: 15k (can you hear the Requiem in the background?)
●Genre: Fluff/light angst/smut | From FWB to lovers!AU
●Min Yoongi x Reader
●Description: Small slice-of-life scenes in non-chronological order that describe the slow growth of your relationship, started as a friends-with-benefits affair. Aka, Yoongi is dumb and learns that love can’t be controlled.
●A/N: It had to be shorter but Yoongi always inspires me too much ♪ Due to Tumblr’s issues, I can’t put any link. My masterlist can be found on my description. Hope you enjoy it ♥
Day 2
When Yoongi kissed you at the Halloween party, it’s not like he wanted anything from you.
He was there only because Jimin had to introduce him to one of his classmates; soon after, Seokjin discovered it and decided to accompany him to give him some moral support (but Yoongi wasn’t born yesterday. It was crystal clear that his best friend followed him only to hit on Park Byeol, who, in turn, was there to hit on Kim Taehyung). And Jimin’s friend, in the end, turned out to be the most boring girl on the solar system, so much that he prayed that the alcohol could knock him out instantly.
It wasn’t in his plans to find himself on the balcony with his hands on your hips and his lips sealed on your own.
Frankly, he was very veeery drunk and very veeery pissed off for being stuck in that living nightmare; and you were very veeery sexy in that pretty banal, pretty tight latex suit of Catwoman.
You were a side-effect of three beers, two glasses of wine, and your heart-attack ass, that’s all.
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Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
cruel envy v.1
a/n: i had a couple different ideas for this, but this is my final product... hopefully this is what you imagined it to be, i gave it a fluffy ending soooo... enjoy xx
pairing: fwb!tom x reader
warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending
italics is flashback / tom’s thought
different pov version (’you’)
masterlist prompt list
9. “You’re in love with her.”
45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
50. “Why are you so jealous?”
Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.
Tom started to feel possessive of her, and when he heard about her date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw her as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of them to be fucking.
“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of her holding and laughing with someone other than himself.
“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.
“What’s so obvious?”
“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.
“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.
“You’re in love with her, you div.”
“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”
“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.
She stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in her doorway. He hadn’t said a word to her yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head.
“What’s up, Tom?” The girl asked, concerned for her frozen friend.
“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding her gaze.
“Sure,” she stood to the side, allowing him to step in. She closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” her eyes surveyed his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”
“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” Y/N softly smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.
Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”
Somehow, she had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”
He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.
“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since her first date with the mystery man erupted within him.
“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” She was shocked at Tom’s outburst.
“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”
“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” her face turning red as she screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving her to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” she said the word repulsively. The Y/H/C girl never liked to demean any other females, but she was furious. He never cared and neither did she, so why start now? Then, something hit her, “You’re jealous.”
His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”
“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” She, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” she pointed a stern finger at him.
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed her hand out of his face.
“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down her face.
“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by her fists pounding his chest.
“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated her words.
“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed her wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”
“You’re an asshole,” her voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”
“You’re still going on your date?”
“Yes, I am,” she ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, walking to her room to make herself look presentable.
Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything she just said to him. She still loved him, but she was going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that Y/N still loved him and she’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. She’d hate him more.
The door bell rang and he heard her yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door.
He admired the way the scarlet dress fit her figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to her hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Her black heels gave her an inch or two of height. In one of her neatly manicured hands, she held a white leather clutch.
When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.
“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”
“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”
The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.
“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.
“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.
“I kind of got carried away,” she grinned.
“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.
“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”
“What date?” Tom looked between Harrison and Y/N, having no clue of what was happening.
“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”
“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.
“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.
“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.
cruel envy v.2
request: Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
a/n: because the first version of this flopped, i decided to change the point of view so it’s ‘you’ instead of her... hopefully that’s the change that’ll make this successful because i worked on this for like an afternoon or something :(
pairing: fwb!tom x reader
warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending
italics is flashback / tom’s thought
different pov version (’her’)
masterlist prompt list
9. “You’re in love with her.”
45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
50. “Why are you so jealous?”
Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.
Tom started to feel possessive of you, and when he heard about your date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw you as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of you to be fucking.
“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of you holding and laughing with someone other than himself.
“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.
“What’s so obvious?”
“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.
“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.
“You’re in love with her, you div.”
“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”
“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.
You stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in your doorway. He hadn’t said a word to you yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head.
“What’s up, Tom?” You asked, concerned for your frozen friend.
“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding your gaze.
“Sure,” you stood to the side, allowing him to step in. You closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” your eyes surveyed his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”
“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” you softly smiled, a blush rising on your cheeks.
Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”
Somehow, you had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”
He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.
“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since your first date with the mystery man erupted within him.
“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” You were shocked at Tom’s outburst.
“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”
“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” your face turning red as you screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving you to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” you said the word repulsively. You never liked to demean any other females, but you were furious. He never cared and neither did you, so why start now? Then, something hit you, “You’re jealous.”
His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”
“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” You, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” you pointed a stern finger at him.
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed your hand out of his face.
“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down your face.
“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by your fists pounding his chest.
“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated your words.
“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed your wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”
“You’re an asshole,” your voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”
“You’re still going on your date?”
“Yes, I am,” you ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder, walking to your room to make yourself look presentable.
Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything you just said to him. You still loved him, but you were going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that you still loved him and you’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. You’d hate him more.
The door bell rang and he heard you yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door.
He admired the way the scarlet dress fit your figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to your hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Your black heels gave you an inch or two of height. In one of your neatly manicured hands, you held a white leather clutch.
When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.
“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”
“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”
You blushed, hiding your face in your hands.
“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.
“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.
“I kind of got carried away,” you grinned.
“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.
“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”
“What date?” Tom looked between you and Harrison, having no clue of what was happening.
“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”
“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.
“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.
“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” you giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.
stay still pairing: opla!buggy the clown x fem!bsf!fwb!reader genre: drabble, fluff, best friends with benefits au warnings: cursing, implications of sexy times, boobies, subtle buggy pining(but not rlly subtle), buggy is a simp word count: 323
“can’t you stay still for one second?!”
“i would if you weren’t seconds away from poking my fucking eye out!”
per usual it was noisy in the captain’s quarters, but not the noise that would usually be heard.
y/n, buggy’s best friend(and possibly with benefits), had asked her lovely captain if she could do his make-up for this performance and he made the regretful mistake of saying yes.
“i’m not even near your eye, bugs! i’m putting on your lipstick!” y/n annoyedly yelled, gripping his chin tighter so he would stop pulling away.
the blue-haired clown only rolled his eyes, staying still for the first time in nine minutes.
he crossed his arms and stared up at her, admiring her features, studying her eyes, her lips, how her nose would scrunch as she focused on applying his lipstick just right. buggy’s eyes wandered down towards her tits that were right in his face, ‘cause how could he not? it was right there!
“aaaand, done!” the girl announced, excitedly jumping up. buggy, half disappointed he couldn’t see them anymore and half relieved that the experience was over, stood up and stretched.
y/n spun him around to the mirror, “well? what do you think?” buggy didn't even look at himself, he could only focus on how excited she was.
the man slowly smiled, “i love yo- it! i love it!” he quickly corrected himself, finally looking at himself in the mirror. the make-up wasn’t actually that different from his usual look.
“is it just me or is this the exact same look as all my other looks?” buggy’s question has a frown forming on y/n’s lips. “well, yeah. i wasn’t gon’na change your signature look. it’s too perfect.” she then beamed at him, “i wouldn’t change a thing about you.” at that moment, he felt like he could stay still forever as long as he had her to stare at.
Waiting for more parts of this!! 😙🤌🏻
ego season masterlist | jjk
pairing: jungkook x reader
rating: 18+
genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend
summary: your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.
*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*
pt 01: ego season (m) 6.3k
pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.
pt 02: number 7 (m) 3k
pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.
pt 03: hush-hush (m) 1.5k
pov: you receive a dick pic from jungkook while you're out on a family dinner.
pt 04: too hot to handle (m) 5.3k [one year ago]
pov: it's a hot summer day, and naturally, your brother's best friend can't take his eyes off your scantily clad body.
i wanna talk about friends with benefits and then of that turning into like an actual relationship (ive been reading a story with it so i wanna talk about this. not gonna mention the story because im kind of worried there's gonna be something dubious idk i havent finished it yet but theres a person working on it whose done a different work with some very .. um . worse than dubious things SO)
like. i dont really know what ppls general thoughts on it are but i feel like i potentially might be understanding of the side that doesnt get as much attention?
like. okay. so. like friends with benefits, and then one person pops the question of dating and the other.. has some sort of negative reaction. or like, didnt even expect it
and like. i understand it being like bUT sO and SO because its the main pairing and obviously they're gonna get together, right?
but so. i as a person can empathize with the one who gets asked the question
because its like. like i can understand their shock? with the question coming out of nowhere, right? cause its like, even if there are all these hints or anything that could be signaling 'hey, this person probably likes you', why would they think about it when its emphasized over and over again that they're 'just friends'. friends. friends. friends. and like if they start to develop feelings then its like, either not realizing, denial, or circling back to them just being 'friends'
so then insert any manner of negative reaction here
and i feel like they're valid because it just comes out outta nowhere. i mean dont get me wrong the person being possibly rejected's hurt is valid too cause it takes a lot to pop the question and take that next step
but its also like.
so story time
theres this person whose pronouns i dont know (i know they changed to opposite pronouns at one point but i have no idea if they stuck to it or if its changed again so they/them to be safe)
but so like. me and them were like really close friends, right? like we talked to each other everyday and it was like we were siblings, and we treated each other like siblings (it sounds weird in text. but its like. yknow how you call people like sis or bro to someone you're close to but not necessarily related? or like. like yknow how theres hyung and oppa and noona in korean which can be used to refer to a sibling but it can also be used to refer to people not related to you but are probably close to???)
then out of the blue they confessed to me and im just like. what??? and i rejected them but so i was caught completely off guard. if there were any signs beforehand i was completely blind to them
but its like. i never saw them that way, but then it was like i realized that there could be something?? like i started thinking about it in our interactions later and could probably see us getting together. its just that before it hadnt occurred to me so it felt like i didnt feel anything of that nature for them
but that once i realized that it could and had time to think over it, that i couldve felt something. like idk maybe i was speedrunning getting a crush or maybe its just this thing that was growing in the background that i didnt notice until then
anyway me and them didnt get together but so thats why i kinda feel more for the person being asked it out of nowhere (for them i mean) in stories
(yknow what? this might be why when watching like the full moon episode on helluva boss i defended blitzo first instead of the general reaction of defend stolas, defend blitzo later on rewatch/reflection)
like i mean if the reaction is really bad then oof i feel bad for the person asking it
but im more understanding of the other needing time to think it over, to rethink interactions with that person in that kind of 'could i love them' light
like cause idk at the time it could feel like they dont feel anything. but then they think of it with, i guess those kind of rose-colored glasses, interacting with them with it and thinking that maybe they could like that person like that, right?
i hope im making sense. i cant be sure.
cause like. i understand that it can be a little hard to handle because its like. doing the deed is usually seen as like something between lovers, right? you're being really intimate and kinda vulnerable with someone and so thats what its usually associated with. so it kinda feels like how can they not be in love, right?
so i just kinda hope that my explanation made even a little bit of sense
anyway im gonna get back to reading (im only 1/3 of the way through fshuifs)
Over the kitchen top
Day 15- snowed in/snowstorm @hpdestress
Stuck.
That is what they were as Draco would like to describe their current situation. They were having a perfectly fine evening, had a fun made out session over the couch ignoring their work, took it to bed like the good friends with benefits they were until it got ruined by Harry claim of having a date the next night and he assumed that Draco would have been fine with it, he wasn't, which led to a fight, then another fight and to make matters worse, a snow storm hit right when Draco wanted to leave, so there he was now, Stuck with Harry.
Draco grunted as he collapsed back on the sofa after having paced back and forth after completing his work.
Harry, like he should have, rolled his eyes at the complete unnecessary noises he was making.
" What you got a problem with that too ?" Draco taunted
Harry grumbled something under his breath then left the room.
" Yeah, Leave" Draco bellowed after him then relaxed back with a sigh.
He checked the watch once again after having checked it 15 minutes before and groaned again after realizing that it had only been 15 minutes. He tried reading theories to find solutions and mixtures to cure the effect of the new potion he worked on but 20 minutes later, it still didn't work. It in fact only made matters worse when he realised that there could even be more than 1 side effect to that potion. Bored out of his mind he even tried reading from the defense against the dark arts books Harry had kept on his shelf but as he'd like to put, wasn't as interesting as he thought them to be, in fact he even gave try to a muggle book he found on the shelf but several minutes later he kept it back on the shelf, wasn't interesting either. At this point he was even wondering where Harry had gone to, he was somewhere in the flat obviously but he was silent as a dead bird that it almost ran opposite to Draco's interest to find out what Harry was upto.
It wasn't like Draco didn't like being at Harry's place, it was that, after a fight with Harry, he'd much rather prefer being at his own but the menace of Harry Potter he is, he ran out of floo powder and had been procrastinating ordering some new one and for several reasons that made and didn't made any sense held him back to the place, one of them being ill effects of apparating. And there was also too little things left for Draco to do after he had already reorganized his shelf 3 times, one- chronologically, two- by size, and three- by width; and apparently even after interchanging the covers of cushions, finding lost items from underneath the sofa, reorganizing the TV stand, setting his shoe rack right and aligning the pictures in the hallway by size and order. There was nothing more left to do and even then it had only been 3 hours, still too much to go and the snow storm wasn't stopping either. Sighing Draco cuddled back into himself, hoping some sleep would come along. It didn't.
He groaned with the emphasis of his hand and face planted into the cushion and when he finally raised his head, he immediately startled upon seeing Harry standing by the sofa.
" Give a warning next time" Draco grumbled.
Harry nonchalantly walked away " If you have so much problem why don't you just disapparate away or go back in the cold?"
" Because- Splinching. Its dangerous disapparating in such a cold weather and especially in a snowstorm-"
" Oh is that so- or is it just another one of your excuses" Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco as he turned to face him.
Draco gasped enclosing some distance between them " What is that supposed to mean"
" Oh you know, just another one of your excuses that make up no sense and end up pissing off other people " Harry hinted.
Draco looked seriously offended and more so he didn't even have a reply to this " I don't know what I did or what I didn't but you don't deserve to be mad at me or say anything like that to me"
" oh- i'm sorry " Harry fake apologized then turned around rolling his eyes, not for long since Draco turned him around like a whiplash by his wrist.
" What is your problem?"
" You- You are my problem. I was so happy to finally go on a date with someone who doesn't want to just sleep with me but you had to ruin it with your irresistible need to find nooks in everyone and absolutely useless reasons to fight with me over why I shouldn't go on a date. You're just jealous that I got a date while you've been single for over an year now" Harry snapped.
He hadn't meant to be so harsh but he had ended up being this harsh and he regretted it but he knew he wouldn't take back a word because this haven't happened for the first time. Lately Draco had been ruining most of his plans, running into him on the very few dates he even get and tagging along with Harry almost everywhere which makes it seem like they're a couple which Harry is tired of.
Draco chewed the inside of his cheeks, looking hurt then stepped away " I'll leave as soon as the snowstorm comes even a little bit at rest and if it doesn't by the rest of the night i'll walk home" and he went back to the sofa and picked up his pages and started re-reading everything. Harry almost felt pity for yelling at him that way, he shouldn't have but he wanted Draco to stop ruining his plans with everyone he tries to go out with.
However when later hours stroke and the snow storm still didn't come to a rest and Draco having already been able to re-read his potion work and determining what was wrong with his potion, he felt hungry, very that is and went into the kitchen in hopes to find something to eat. And he found, Harry.
Draco sighed and was about to return back but didn't when his stomach grumbled loudly, " I need something to eat"
Harry moved out of the way, a bowl of noodles resting on the counter which with much reluctance he went and picked it up to eat. They ate in silence for as long as they knew until Harry was keeping his bowl in the sink to wash later and ready to leave when Draco interjected keeping his own bowl on the counter.
" Wait"
Harry hummed turning around to face Draco.
" I- I am really sorry- for filling your head and trying to ruin your plans, I- just- I don't want you to- " He paused briefly and looked at Harry's face then retracted his words " Actually never mind- I'm just sorry, I won't do that again"
" You don't want me to what ?" Harry asked blocking Draco's way out of the kitchen.
" Nothing, It doesn't matter " Draco mumbled trying to move Harry's hand away to go to the other side but he didn't budge, even a little bit.
" You don't want me to what ?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head still trying to move Harry's hand but both being stubborn, Harry kept on asking the same question while Draco constantly refusing to answer it until Harry had enough and cornered Draco between the counter and him and forced him to speak.
" You don't want me to what Draco ?" He asked, this time his voice more denser than it had been.
Draco gulped shaking his head but it was of no use. His heart was racing rapidly in his chest and no voice even formulated in his throat and all he could focus was the emerald eyes that were gazing right into his own grey ones.
" Tell me Draco " Harry asked again.
Draco wanted to deny but not even his head shook anymore. Being cornered by Harry was his teenage dream come true but he never thought what after that situation and apparently right now with the sexiest man he knew standing in front of him, his hands resting on the either side of his body and his face entirely too close to Draco's own that he couldn't think of anything, at least the ideas which didn't involve wrapping his legs around Harry's waist and running his hand in his hair and one hand running down his torso-
" Draco ?"
Draco gulped then tried to look behind him then his eyes and failing to keep his attention away from Harry's eyes, he closed them and let his heart pour out the truth, there wasn't anything left to say.
" I sort of- lately- have- been having- well some- feelings- romantic feelings for you and I don't want toh to go on that date or any " and he finally opened his eyes to an expressionless face and he waited for Harry to reply something, anything but he didn't, he hadn't spoken anything in several minutes and Draco was losing his sanity.
" Never mind- forget I said anyt-nmph" And with that he felt a strong hold on the side of his waist and soft lips pressed over his own. They normally didn't kiss, despite being Friends with benefits but kissing Harry was like day lights being strung out of his own body or the fireworks bursting inside his own and the warmth that spread over his body as Harry's hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer than they had been leaving a nice tingling and totally arousing feeling to bloom inside his own self. He enjoyed it, every second of it.
And it came to a halt when Harry separated away to look into his eyes " Took you long enough "
" What ? You knew ?" Draco was surprised.
" Do you really think you were discreet about any of it? Please even Teddy hides things better and he's only 6" Harry pointed.
Draco hummed, agreeing, nodding " So what now ?"
" So what ? Nothing. I take you out tomorrow, spoil you, then come back here and watch a movie with you then maybe, just maybe ask you to spend christmas with me ?"
Draco smiled then nodded " I like the sound of it"
Harry smiled back and kissed his cheeks " Allow me to be a gentleman"
Draco giggled, dropping his head over Harry's shoulder " Its good to finally be able to kiss you"
" Yeah- I really had to constraint myself from it" Harry mumbled and Draco chuckled finding it humorous.
" Shall we do it again if its good ?" Harry asked smirking.
Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry then laughed it off and kissed him and this time, he took it far to make Harry an ungentle man.
Day 14- You and Mine || Day 16- Daddy's boy
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The Roomate
The Roomate
Y/n is desperate to find a place to live in her city when her best friend, Jimin, suggests she moves in with his friend Jungkook.
I LOVE this story. There are multiple parts, I only linked part 1 of the og fic. This contains poly with vmin x y/n and jk x y/n. However, if you want to read the mostly jungkook version you can read it here. I’ve only read the og version which still has jk x reader.
lowkey
lowkey by @xpeachesncream
in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.
sugar, we're not
pairing: lee minho × oc (female) genre: friends with benefits to strangers, sneaky link, break up, angst, mention of hook ups, abusive/toxic relationship word count: 1104 summary: "sugar," yuki interrupted him, finally meeting his eyes, and minho saw that her own filled with tears. "we're not." a/n: once, i've just put halsey's "strangers" on repeat and here i am
she woke up all alone, as usually － he never stayed. left her in the middle of the night, so yuki always got her eyes on the other side of bed, already cold. Unconciously, she thought about his skin, warmth it radiated, how smooth it was under her fingers touch, almost burning her, overwhelming.
from time to time she thought why they kept hooking up, because everything led to the idea that they shouldn't. they must stop. at least for her not to be left broken as a glass.
"sugar, why are you thinking so much?" his voice more whisper, while lips trailing down girl's neck, leaving wet marks.
does she?
aren't they real strangers?
except of having some sort of intimacy, they had nothing to share. and that thought made her feel absolutely ruined - broken doll, that he likes to use and cannot let go, because he needed a body, not a heart.
he understood that he messed up when there was no more control in his hands. he couldn'ttouch her freely or do what he wanted, as before. and it was weird. and, oh lord, he hated it
yuki liked the idea of skinship, some kisses in elevator were always go-to option, and even more, but minho got it because of being pushed away.
"stop," came out of her mouth, preventing him from leaving hickeys on her exposed neck, from putting hand under girl's skirt.
in the begining he only laughed at that, but when minho felt the pressure of her arms on his, that didn't let him move further, he knew he had lost it. when he heard in her voice something similiar to sadness and it seemed for him that she'll cry here and now.
"I said enough," her voice was trembling. "don't touch me. i don't want."
he was so confused, wasn't that the very same thing he always did? he didn't hurt her, right? He just couldn't...
"but what's-"
"just don't fucking touch me, minho."
and that was not the only time. he had no more control over things they had, it didn't bring him the same delight that it had before, and it really made him go insane.
he didn't kiss her on the mouth anymore. he just suddenly stopped, and yuki thought, maybe he was angry, losing control over her and that was his revenge of some kind. but then she understood that it's too childish for minho.
she asked him, told him, begged him "kiss me" but he didn't and after yuki triel allover again, he replied with simple "no".
so everything that they had became rough and words got sharper. while in the beginning of their "relations" he was obsessed with kisses and touches, any possible chance to show off his affection, he wasn't anymore. boy would trail down her neck and bite her ribs couple of times, but mostly he aimed for pleasure. his own pleasure.
"guess, it's too much for us to have. i don't want it."
minho found out that she didn't look at him as before; her eyes didn't shine when yuki stared at him, and the glare of her chocolate eyes was rather cold, without previous adoration thst he liked so much. and he thought, maybe, it's a sign, that thing they had would have end soon. but he wanted them to last in some way. and he craved for yuki's gaze on him, he wanted to see her eyes roll back of desire, plesure and delight, and everything that he made her feel. he wanted to see how they widen when minho touched her. and at night, when he got easier on her, he would play with her raven-black locks and ask:
"why you are avoiding to look me in the eyes?"
she laid close, still breathing hard, with eyes barely opened. minho started to get annoyed by her silence, so his fingers tilted her head, just for girl to be able to look straight at him.
"look at me," he said.
yuki didn't, demonstratively closing her eyes.
"nah."
so they started to avoid each other's gaze, because when she was just playing cool and trying to show herself as a savage, he was ... scared to look her in the eyes, afraid to see her happy because of someone that's not him, to see yuki smile and laugh. he wanted all those things to happen with him. but when their eyes met, accidentally, her smile died down, because of someone's hand in his. so that's why she didn't look him in the eyes anymore.
they stopped talking that much. yuki thought it was because there is actually no need for them to talk, because it's not a normal relationship, they just made out here and there.
but yuki missed times, when they were at least a little bit close, so he would call her and ask for something, like advice or just anything random. but it somehow worked only for him, because he was always annoyed and angry when she called, saying he's too busy to talk with her. even if she claimed that it was really something important, minho responded that she's just wasting his time and boy would call back later.
but does she need to mention that he never did?
so, she remained broken in the end, as she expected. there was no other ending for them - they are not types to be together as an endgame. being in lack of attention, talk, love and touches, they became strangers to each other.
last time she met minho, it was really last, yuki clarified for him.
"look, what i want, i thinh i am not going to get."
"depends on what you want."
he started to act the same way, accidentally touching her palms, or stare at her too long, but the only thing changed was that yuki got this lesson learned, and minho was about to understand that she' was not going to take it twice.
"you were right, sugar-boy."
his brows flew up in shock, he was spaced out for some time and was srprized by her words.
"we're not lovers."
"oh, don't you start it-"
"there's nothing serious between us. all you wanted is a doll to play and be pleased."
"and you-"
"and i wanted all of you, not just a body. you, as a whole person."
minho looked straight at her, mad, and seemed that he was about to shout at her.
"we're just strangers, minho. admit it and let me go, cause i cannot live like this anymore."
he nervously grabbed her hand, stretched out on the table, trying to make her look into his eyes.
"you are wrong, we're just... not like others, we're a real-"
"sugar," yuki interrupted him, finally meeting his gaze, and minho saw that her orbs are filled with tears. "we're not."
and yuki left, as a broken doll she expected to be, and he sat still, another broken doll, that knew he would mess up and end up like this.
but this was never about love, right?