but then why am i screaming? why am i shaking? oh, god, was there something that i missed? did i squander my divinity? was happiness within me the whole time?
I want to talk about Jamie's wholeass depressive episode and the fascinating way he (fails to) process and cope with stuff and things because like? That press conference??? His sudden refusal to accept he's an important teammate who contributes a heck of a lot, saying his goal shouldn't have even counted?? Not wanting to take pictures with fans??? Saying "I hadn't even thought about that" when Keeley says his Dad is going to be at the game, even though it was clearly all he'd been thinking about??? THE SAD SUITCASE THING? god it was SO much I need 100 fanfics that are going to tackle this in a way even angstier than the show. immediately.
it's the way the two of you could be doing absolutely nothing, laying in bed entangled in each other's embrace when soobin looks over to see your nipples hard underneath the shirt you wore to relax. the thought of being able to play with them with his tongue is overwhelming.
but fact is that soobin is obsessed with your tits, loves to turn over and lift up your shirt to stick his head in, his plump lips latching onto your nipple with a soft hum. the feeling of his large hand going down into your panties, relishing in the slick from your pussy forming due to the way he's sucking onto your breast. his eyes flutter shut, this is soobin's own version of heaven and he can't stop from flattening his tongue against your nipple. the way he'd pull on it softly with his teeth, loving the way he hears you whimper from the action, opening his eyes to watch as you gaze into his with a pout.
soobin doesn't just focus on one of them either, switching to the other side, taking his hand out of your panties to feel up on your neglected tit, your own juices coating your nipple before he wraps his mouth around it with a sigh. makes out with it so sensually too, his palm groping your tit with such care, putting the bud in between his fingers and teasing you with his touches. he'd be so hard the entire time, his precum leaking out through his grey sweatpants, too enraptured with his mouth suckling onto your chest to even notice.
Thinking about Neil and Andrew's house again and getting emo. Like they had their own places when they were on different teams. I think they'd be the type to take one another shopping for those apartments wanting to make sure they're good for one another. Andrew's apartment was near a running trail, Neil made sure that there was roof access on his. Stuff like that.
Then they finally get on the same team and they're getting a place together. Neil wanting a fenced in backyard, Andrew wanting something with a porch, Neil wanting a walkout basement, Andrew wanting a lot of natural light, and they both want at least a 2-car garage.
They never intentionally decorate but they've just accumulated stuff. Gifts from friends, things they saw and grabbed on road trips, gifts to one another, and now it is all in one place. Rearranging their furniture over and over again until they like it. Doing DIY on a lot to make it exactly how they like it.
Kevin keeps mentioning how their backyard would be perfect for a vegetable garden and they both make faces and never do that. Getting a couch that's perfect for sitting close or far apart depending on the day. Guest rooms for when friends visit that they decorate utterly annoyingly just because Aaron said something one time about it being so boring so now there's a cross stitch hung above the guest bed that Andrew did himself that says 'Home is where the heart is' with two little knives underneath.
Just space to do with what they want that is completely theirs.
Good luck trying to casually cuddle with me if we date we’d lay down and get nice and cozy and then i would fall asleep in two seconds flat and trap you for four hours