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kooktrash · 2 years ago

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cool with you | jeon jungkook

summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

➣ genre/au: strangers to friends to lovers. smut. afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk

➣ 14.6k words

warnings: f2l. s2l. oc dated Tae but only implied. tae is kinda an asshole. jk likes to mind his business but his neighbor was loud af. he jumps into a pool with oc. oc is a hot mess and a little crazy. unprotected intercourse. couch sex. mutual masturbation. rising. missionary. jk had a big one 😛. shirtless jk. he literally just be picking up oc whenever he feels like it. oc lowkey stresses him out like all the time. tae did Jk dirty before. mutual pining. heavy petting. make out. idk y’all this jk kinda deserves the world.

song inspo: cool with you — new jeans [you know me like no other]

Jungkook was not the type to care, and that’s him putting it simply. He considered himself an average guy, he had friends and he went out and he studied well. He went to parties and stayed in to play video games, very average. The girls he hooked up with always knew he wasn’t looking for anything serious and the guys he hung out with were as carefree as he was. The point is, he does his own thing and stays out of drama, that’s how he likes it.

He does everything he can to stay out of

complicated situations, so when he overheard something he definitely shouldn't have… he tried to ignore it.

“Yes, we broke up.”

All he wanted was to enjoy his cigarette on his balcony without having to listen in on his neighbor’s phone call because they had their window open.

“No, I am not crying.”

It sounds like you are.

“I swear, I’m not.”

Jungkook swears you were. He doesn’t care… he’s just nosy and it’s not like he could ignore how loud you were. It was actually a surprise, he’s never interacted with you aside from the occasional pounding on the wall to tell him to keep it down. He finds it rare whenever you’re the one being louder than he was and on this particular night he couldn’t help but listen in on your conversation.

“I already got all my things out of Taehyung’s place, we’re done, seriously.”

A cloud of smoke covered the air above him as he released an exhale and hit the cigarette against his ashtray to get some of the excess ash off. A small smirk came to his face as he came to realize what a hypocrite he was. After going on and on about being a drama free dude, he stands here to listen to his neighbor talk about Taehyung, this mysterious ex of yours.

Funny thing actually, Jungkook used to know a guy named Taehyung. It was a somewhat common name, maybe, and it sounded similar to others so maybe he’s just hearing wrong but it was funny nonetheless—especially if Taehyung really was the right name.

“I'm just over it now, it was always the same thing with him,” your voice sounded a bit clearer now and he honestly forgot he was even eavesdropping, “Kim Taehyung doesn’t care about anybody but himself and I’m just tired of following him around.”

The cigarette dangling between his teeth as he glanced over to your balcony almost fell when his eyes met yours. You had already stopped talking but you stood at your open window now, phone in your hand, and looking right at him. Like usual, you didn’t acknowledge each other aside from a quick up and down stare and when it became clear to you that he heard it all, you slammed your window shut with a glare.

Jungkook snatched the cigarette from his lips and quickly put it out before taking a step back so he could close his window too. He immediately threw himself down on his couch reaching for his PS5 controller and scrolling through his friends, inviting random ones to log on and play him.

It was a lazy, peaceful night, for him at least.

You stared at the picture in your Snapchat memories with disgust. You were in the second stage of grief, ‘anger’, and every stupid picture of Taehyung that popped up on your phone just pissed you off.

One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days with that guy just for him to bring up a break up on your anniversary? What a fucking asshole.

“I hate men,” you said mindlessly as you swung your legs back and forth on the edge of your friend’s bed, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Jimin walked around the bed, picking up whatever mess he had on the floor, “But I still can’t believe it’s been a week already. How does it feel to officially be single again? Have you talked to him?”

You released a scoff, “Not after I got all my things.”

Here’s the thing, despite the argument you had before the break up, it felt so out of the blue. You didn’t think that a conversation over the fact that he prioritized quite literally everything else but you. His photography was more important, his friends were, his gaming was… everything and when you brought it up to him an argument ensued and boom:

“If you feel that way then maybe we should just break it off, Y/n.”

“Fine, maybe we should.”

And that’s how you found yourself single and heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be your one year anniversary.

Now you’re at your friend’s house having to recount everything that happened the other night because despite telling him everything on the phone and through texts, Jimin still needed an in-person retelling.

After a while of being bored with nothing to do at his place, you decided to move it to yours where you planned to also do nothing and be bored—but with a change of scenery. He drove you both back to your apartment with no desire to do anything but continue to shit talk just in a new environment. The drive wasn’t long at all and it didn’t take much time for the two of you to be trudging up the three flights of stairs to your floor talking about whatever came to mind.

The second you got even close to your door, you heard it. Your neighbor, like usual, was being loud. From the way he was yelling you could tell he’s playing some video game right now and he never had a sense of awareness when he’s in a match. You let out a sigh as you struggled with your key for a minute and Jimin looked to your neighbor’s door, “The walls are paper thin, aren’t they?”

“Yup,” you huffed, finally pushing your door open, “And he’s always loud like that. You should hear when he has a girl over.”

“Is that why you were always at Taehyung’s?” He asked you.

“Kind of? He hasn’t lived here for long but ever since then he’s just been driving me crazy,” you told him as you looked for your remote control to turn the tv on. Jimin couldn’t help but smirk as an idea came to mind.

“You should sleep with him,” he said as he plopped down on your couch, “Nice little rebound sex and if you hear him having sex then that’s gotta mean he’s good.”

You rolled your eyes joining him on the couch, “Shut up, why don’t you go and see, yourself then?”

“Not my type.”

“You haven’t even seen him.”

“I just know,” Jimin said.

The topic of your neighbor fell once your friend and you got bored of it and found something else to do.

That night, after Jimin had left, you found yourself in a strange predicament. Now that you’re alone with your thoughts you couldn’t help but think about your ex again and that led to where you are now:

With a tub of half eaten ice cream in front of you and large, unnecessary crocodile tears falling down your cheeks. Some sad Taylor Swift played loudly in the background and you found yourself singing along annoyingly hiccuping while crying.

“NOW IM IN EXILE SEEING YOU OUT.”

Just next door, your neighbor was busy on his own. Well, okay, he’s not busy but he was trying to nap. He worked practically all night last night and he hasn’t been able to catch up on his sleep. He would’ve been asleep already if his neighbor wasn’t blurting out the wrong lyrics to Taylor Swift on the other side of the drywall. He was beginning to understand how annoyed you would get whenever he was too loud.

He tried to ignore it for a while but when the sad songs changed to upbeat ones that have you belching the lyrics loudly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stormed out of his apartment and right next door where he pounded on the door loudly, hearing you scream.

It took you a moment to realize someone was knocking and he could tell because you lowered the music enough to hear him knock. A few seconds later the door opened just slightly and realizing it was your neighbor you opened it a little more.

Jungkook was shocked at the sight of you, bloodshot eyes and smeared mascara as you smiled and said, “Hello?”

He blinked in disbelief at the way you looked but tried moving on past that, accidentally blurting out something he didn’t intend to, “Do you mind keeping it down? I’m trying to sleep and I would rather not hear you sing Taylor Swift extremely off key at the top of your lungs—“

“I’ve gotta listen to you all the time,” you told him with narrowed eyes, glaring at him. He released a sigh, “I know and now I get it but I’ve been listening to pretty much every single part of how your break up went down and that’s not something I’m interested in. Kim Taehyung is not worth all this moping around.”

The words slipped but he knew he messed up when your eyes widened in surprise and before he could apologize and say he didn’t mean to eavesdrop and that you were just so loud, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him inside. Jungkook stumbled along, hitting the door on his way in and you shut it behind him asking, “How do you know Taehyung?”

Shit, he thought as he looked down at how close your face was to his, still holding him by his shirt and he had to move your hand before he could answer. He didn’t mean to say that but it just slipped and now he has to explain himself to his hot mess of a neighbor.

“Um,” he waited, trying to piece together how to say it, “I overheard you on the phone the other day and the name was familiar and… well, he’s an old friend of mine.”

“Then why haven’t I ever heard of you? Wait, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Jeon Jungkook, and that’s probably because him and I haven’t been on talking terms in a while,” Jungkook said vaguely, “And you were never really home until, I’m assuming, this break up.”

“It’s because you’re so loud, yourself, that it would drive me insane so I would just spend time at his place instead,” you said honestly as you finally went to turn off the song, at least that’s what he thought, but next thing he knew you were playing the beginning of an anime, Toradora, and singing along to the intro. You didn’t even seem to care he was in here.

“What happened? You guys had a fall out?” You asked, clearly not planning on kicking him out just yet and he walked over to where you sat and joined you, “Who said you could sit on my couch?”

That made him roll his eyes despite not knowing you and he sat anyway, “Uh because you dragged me in here and started asking me questions. I’m not just gonna stand, plus I can’t nap because of you so I guess I’m watching too, who’s your favorite character?”

“Ryuuji, I like his simplicity but I’m a fan of Ami’s too, she’s had the best character growth through the show and manga,” you said as you played a random episode.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Jungkook said making himself comfortable, “I like Ryuuji too, I think he’s a bit misunderstood and I know Taiga bullies him but I don’t know, I like that he’s comfortable with her and the way him and his mom took her in? Heart bursted right there.”

“Yeah, Taiga is just his neighbor but he recognized how hard it was for her to do things on her own and it was like an instant connection between the two. He didn’t mind nurturing her but also helping her see right and wrong, vise versa.” You told him turning the volume up and he nodded.

“What’s your name again?” He asked, hearing you sniffle but not bother to wipe off the mascara that ran down your cheeks. You picked up your ice cream tub and began to eat again, “Y/n.”

“Nice to formally meet you.”

The night was long and Jungkook was stuck at work. He can’t even explain how many drunk people he’s had to turn away already and the night has just begun. His friends stood at his side all doing the same thing, checking IDs, taking entrance fees, stopping bar goers from taking their drinks outside when they leave, etc.

“So your neighbor was dating Taehyung and you didn’t even know?” Namjoon asked as he flashed a light on someone’s driver’s license.

“I had never seen him in our building but to be fair she was rarely home and I didn’t have much of a reason to pay attention,” Jungkook said motioning for a group of guys to enter.

“That’s crazy,” Hoseok said as he came over with a box of donuts, “How long has it been since you and him even talked?”

Jungkook shrugged as he took a hit of his vape, “Like two years? How was I even supposed to know he was in a relationship?”

“True,” Namjoon said, letting another group in, “It doesn’t matter to you, it’s just crazy that your neighbor was the one dating him. Is she cute?”

“Hey, can I hit your vape?” Some girl asked as Jungkook checked her ID. She was cute and dressed for a night out bud he wasn’t even paying attention.

“No,” he said to her but Namjoon made a face that immediately made him backtrack, “I mean, yes she is cute—no to hitting my vape.”

“Ooo, maybe you should comfort her and see where it goes,” Hoseok joked, making Jungkook shake his head no, watching his friend eat a donut.

“Are you crazy? She seems like a lot and I would rather not get involved in any drama with him again. She’s cool though,” Jungkook said before turning to Hoseok again, “Where'd you get the donuts?”

“Some girl,” he said with a shrug, “Want one?”

Jungkook took one and bit into it, “And let me tell you, she seems like a lot to handle so I don’t even get how her and Taehyung got together.”

Namjoon chuckled, “Are you that curious? What happened to staying out of the drama?”

“I mean… that’s what I want but considering she’s loud when she cries it’s kinda hard not to get involved, Y/n sang like six heartbreak songs the other day and I basically got serenaded,” Jungkook said dramatically, “But I’m leaving it alone. I don’t want anything to do with Taehyung and whatever heartbroken girl he left this time.”

By the time they all got off work it was a little past 3:00am and he was absolutely beat. All he wanted to do was get home and make himself some of his special ramen and knock out but as he got to his door it was hard for him to ignore the sounds of pans clattering next door. He knocked on your door before he could stop himself and waited for you to open.

“It’s you again,” you said and you wore a tank top that showed a bit of your mid drift and some plaid boxer shirt with long socks, “Don’t tell me I’m being loud again, I’m so hungry I think I’ll die if I don’t eat something right now.”

You immediately went into a mini rant like he was a friend of yours and although it surprised him, he found himself saying, “I’m hungry too, I’m gonna make ramen, want some?”

Your eyes widened hopefully, “Please?”

“Come over.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure why he even bothered talking to you but he’s gotta be honest… he’s a sucker for girls crying. Listen, he’s been in relationships but he doesn’t care much for them. Of course when he’s actually in one he tends to pay attention to his partner a lot but truthfully, they’re kinda a bother. He’s not saying he wants a relationship with you but he’s been pretty closed off lately and maybe this is a sign that he should try and befriend people outside of his circle.

Anyways, now you’re over at his place and it’s nearly 4:00am but he’s in his kitchen making ramen as you looked through his manga collection.

“Wow, you’re like a weeb,” you said, “You’ve got all the popular ones too. Demon Slayer, Naruto — god awful taste — One Piece, Jesus the whole collection of Attack on Titan? You even got little figurines, yeah you’re a weeb.”

“Hey,” Jungkook glared at you, choosing to ignore your weeb comments in favor of asking, “What’s wrong with Naruto?”

“Nothing,” You said with a shrug, “I just personally don’t trust a man who loves Naruto.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he chuckled, “Okay, I don’t love Naruto but it’s nostalgic—and don’t lie, it’s not that bad.”

“I mean it’s not… but it’s not that good either,” you said, “I’m more of a shoujo girly so just ignore me.”

“Have you even watched it then?”

“Obviously,” you said, finally returning to him, “Are you almost done? I’m starving.”

“Are you always this impatient?” Jungkook asked and it’s strange that neither one of you have taken the time to note that you’re really just strangers. You’re not friends and you’ve barely started interacting but for some reason it felt like you’ve been friends for a long time. There was no awkwardness now and it kills him to know you used to date Taehyung because you’re nothing like him.

It shouldn’t matter to him, and it doesn’t but… it’s just strange. When he was friends with Taehyung it was mostly because they had a lot of history and not because they were similar. Jungkook was very different from him and oftentimes it would lead to unnecessary disagreements that friends shouldn’t have. It’s just hard to imagine your relationship with him and how you’ve landed yourself hanging out with Jungkook instead.

He’s a little uncomfortable with that because of what Taehyung has done in the past and it makes him feel a little guilty to even talk to you when he knows he has no reason to be.

“Yes,” you said, finally drawing his attention back to you, “Always.”

“Well it’s done so grab a bowl, top left cabinet,” he said.

Soon enough the two of you were eating ramen alone together in his apartment. If he explained this to his friends they would immediately make inappropriate jokes of ‘Ramen and Chill’ but it was anything but that. It was just two neighbors up late and hungry.

“So,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he swallowed a huge bite of noodles, “If you don’t care, can I ask what happened between you and your ex.”

“Um,” you hesitated, “I don’t know… if you’re still friends I don’t really want to get into i—“

“We’re not,” Jungkook quickly cut in, “We haven’t been for a while but if you still don’t want to tell me, I get it.”

“No, I’ll tell you,” you finally said and set down your bowl on the kitchen counter that you currently sat on. Jungkook just nodded his head waiting for you to start but it seemed like you were preparing to tell the greatest story of all time.

“Well, he dumped me on our one year anniversary for starters,” you said and that immediately made him cringe at his former friend’s cruel timing, “It sort of happened out of nowhere, I mean I noticed he had gone more quiet on the days leading up to it but I didn’t think it had anything to do with me. Clearly I had been wrong though because he dumped me a few days later like I had been the problem. He texted me a couple days ago asking how I’ve been but I haven’t responded. I’m still mad.”

“Rightfully so,” Jungkook said, taking your empty plate and setting it down in his sink, “Did he ever give you a real reason?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “Maybe not, I can’t remember.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment and before he could think of something else to talk about before you left, you asked, “What about you? What happened between you and Kim Taehyung?”

Jungkook didn’t respond right as he debated if it was worth telling you or not. It was years ago and it was never anything that serious but… at the time it had been and they’re clearly still not friends. He raised his shoulders in a shrug, “It’s a long story and not worth it.”

Instead of pushing him to go on you released a tired yawn not caring for how you looked as you hopped off his counter, “Alright well I’m fed and now tired too so I think I’m going to try and sleep a bit before work. You should catch some sleep before you have to go in.”

“I just got off,” Jungkook said as he opened the front door for you, “I’m a club bouncer, sadly.”

“Ooo, maybe you’ve kicked me out before,” you joked, “I can get messy if I’ve had one too many drinks.”

“I’m sure you can,” Jungkook said with a chuckle, “But goodnight, when do you have to wake up?”

“Mm, in like three hours? I work at a coffee shop,” You said, finally stepping out into the hall. His eyes widened before he was fully pushing you out, “Go to sleep, Y/n.”

When you were finally gone and he was alone in his home, he didn’t even make it to his bed and instead passed out on the couch.

You wouldn’t say you and Jungkook have become friends because you don’t actually know if that’s true. What you do know is that for the past week enough you’ve been talking way more to him than your other friends but only because they’re busy. Jimin has already argued with you [very dramatically, you will say] because he’s accused you of getting a new best friend which wasn’t true.

It was just extremely easy to talk to Jungkook, like you’ve been friends for years and he’s slowly helped you forget about Taehyung. He’s not doing anything out of the ordinary but for some reason Jungkook is really good at taking care of people. Take now for instance, he’s decided to come with you grocery shopping because you didn’t have a car and would have to take everything on the train.

Now you two are splitting a grocery cart and both going shopping as you asked, “Jungkook, how come I never hear girls at your place anymore?”

“Hm?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he stared at different types of milk, “Because you got annoyed by it.”

That made you smirk a bit as you used to shopping cart for support making it tilt slightly, “Wow, I didn’t realize you’ve grown so considerate of me, Mr. International Playboy.”

“I don’t know why you insist on calling me that, I’ve only slept with one person who wasn’t from here and she was Japan so still not too far,” he said with a sigh as he put things in the cart, “Besides, don’t get too cocky, I just don’t have the time to tell anyone that I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Mm,” you said, pushing the cart along while he held onto the other end of it and dragged it along, “Well, I don’t even see your friends over. Do you even have friends?”

That made him roll his eyes, “Obviously, I just… I’m antisocial, you know this.”

“Do I?” You asked, picking through boxes of cereal, “You seem pretty social to me.”

“Yeah, well you’re different.”

“Ugh,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, leaving him behind as you kept walking, “I hate when guys so that because they can never explain how—“

“For starters you’re the only person I’ve seen have mascara running down your face while you watch Toradora, that’s different right?” Jungkook teased a bit by bumping into your shoulder when he caught up, “And cry and 3 in the morning because you can’t cook.”

“Okay that doesn’t make me different, that just makes me a hot mess.”

He smiled, “I mean yeah, but you’re not embarrassed. You’re actually kinda fun to be around and when we talk we can just talk about anything, y’know? That’s what makes you different.”

You shrugged and looked away trying to ignore the growing flush that filled your cheeks, “Good enough explanation—Hey! What are you doing this weekend? Do you have to work?”

“Yeah.”

“Lame.”

Jungkook stopped walking as he turned to look at you, “Why?”

“You know Kim Seokjin? He’s having a little pool party and he invited me but I know Taehyung is going to be there and I didn’t want to go alone,” you told him. Jungkook knew Jin, they used to be close friends but they’re a little distant now. He was also invited to the party but he had work so he was already not planning on going.

“Have you asked Jimin?” He asked you as he caught up to where you were. You nodded, “Yeah but he’s going to Busan for the weekend and my other friend Yoongi will be busy, it’s whatever. I’ll stop by for a second and then head out.”

Jungkook didn’t say much else after that. He understood how you must have felt. You want to go for Jin’s sake but you’re wary about seeing your ex boyfriend. He felt bad he had to work and your other friends were busy but it’s not like he could just call in to work for a party.

When Friday night rolled around you had taken about two shots before even leaving your house just to give yourself the courage to go. There wasn’t a need for you to go to the party but Jin had become your friend through Taehyung and you weren’t going to let any of them think you were avoiding Taehyung because you’re still heartbroken.

So when you showed up alone with your head held high, you were greeted warmly by the host. He wrapped you in his arms, “You came! So, drinks are inside, just get whatever you want and you can chill inside or outside. Did you come alone?”

“Yeah, the others were busy,” you told him honestly, “But it’s whatever, I’m just here to get drunk.”

Jin ruffled your hair with a smile, “Alright, come find me if you get lonely.”

You gave him a thumbs up and headed toward the kitchen where all the drinks were set up. You just got here so you haven’t seen Taehyung yet but you’re sure he’s around the corner getting drunk and you didn’t want to be sober when you ran into him.

“Y/n?”

Shit.

You looked up in time to catch your ex boyfriend walking into the open kitchen with furrowed brows. You debated ignoring him but that would just make it seem like you were still caught up on him, so instead you gave a nod of your head and said a short, “Hey?”

“Uh, hey,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “What are you doing here?”

Your brows knitted together in confusion, “I was invited?”

“I mean, I know but…” he bit his lip nervously and you dated Taehyung long enough to know something was up. Just as you were gonna ask what was wrong with you being here, a short brunette appeared at his arm, wrapping hers around his and looking up at him not bothering to acknowledge you.

“There you are, you can’t just leave me at a party with people I don’t know when you invited me, TaeTae,” she said looking up at him with starry eyes. You tried to not look surprised as he looked down in embarrassment, suddenly looking nervous when he looked back at you. The girl finally looked at you and asked, “Who are you?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to tell her to shut up but you were smiling already, “Y/n, you two look great together—even matching clothes—but I gotta go, there’s better things I could be doing.”

He watched you leave without another word and he slid the girl’s hand off his arm. He made a mistake, he should have known you’d be here. Why did he think you would still be mourning the break up and wouldn’t bother to show? He barely knew this girl but she was hot so he invited her in hopes of making hooking up after… but he didn’t plan on his ex seeing him with another girl. He kind of missed you.

Jungkook wasn’t telling himself he came to see you.

The reason he showed up at this stupid party was because Jin kept asking him too and since his other two friends would be working and it wouldn’t be too busy, they let him leave. He debated just going home and going to bed but then he remembered about yo—Jin—and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to show up.

“Dude, it’s been so long,” Jin said with a firm hand on Jungkook��s shoulder, “Let’s get you a drink an—“

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Jin stopped walking, he looked at his old friend with confusion, “Y/n?”

Jungkook nodded his head not bothering to question why Jin made a face. Jin was a lot closer to Taehyung so it’s not that he didn't know the two dated. Jungkook bets Jin is just surprised on why Jungkook, of all people, would be looking for you. Jin cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Um, not totally sure but check in the back. Can I ask why?”

“I’m looking for her,” Jungkook gave him a short and vague response before he was leaving to find you. On his way out he saw something he wished he hadn’t and it only made him want to find you sooner. Just as he got outside he looked over to find Taehyung extremely close to another girl and before he could look away, his former friend looked at him but didn’t acknowledge him whatsoever.

Jungkook didn’t care about that, he cares more about finding you and if you’ve seen Taehyung yet or if Jungkook still had time to distract.

“Liar!”

He whipped around at an instance when he felt a pointed finger like his bicep, “How?”

“You said you had to work!” You said slurring just slightly and clutching a half drunken drink. Jungkook just shrugged, “I didn’t lie. I did have to work but they let me go. Shouldn’t you just be happy I’m here?”

“I guess,” you grumbled, taking another sip from your cup, “Want a drink?”

“Nah,” Jungkook said, “I drove so I’m staying sober in case I need to take you home. How many drinks have you had?”

You didn’t respond right away as you looked up in thought. Jungkook will admit your attempt to focus on your thoughts made you look a bit cute. Your brows were scrunched together and your cheeks puffed up with your index finger tapping your chin, “Like since I got here? Or in general?”

His smile slowly fell, “Y/n, how much have you drank?”

“Not a lot…” you said with a high pitched voice that gave way to the fact that you were lying, “Maybe?”

With a small sigh he looked down at your drink, “Is that your last one?”

“Probably not—Hey! Did you see Taehyung?” You asked, turning your back to him, “He’s here with some girl.”

“I know,” Jungkook said reaching a hand out to drag you back to him, “Did you two talk?”

“Yeah, he came up to me first,” you said with a small scoff, missing a step and Jungkook had to grab you by the waist to keep you from tripping, “And then that girl just shows up clinging to him and she had the nerve to ask who I was? As if he’s not the one who came up to me—as if I’m not the one who dated him!?”

Jungkook can just feel the rising anger bubbling up inside you the longer you looked and he didn’t like that. You needed a distraction, he knew you were over Taehyung for the most part because anyone would get mad seeing their recent ex act chummy with another person.

“What an asshole!” You nearly yelled in your drunken state as you turned your back to the sight of your ex boyfriend flirting with a girl right in front of you. Jungkook released a huff, “I know, just don’t let it get to you. He’s not worth it.”

He tried to grab you as you stumbled a bit in your steps but you just moved farther away from him. The party was loud and he felt as if everyone was drunk but him and that wasn’t usually the case. Usually, he’s the drunkest one here but right now he’s babysitting you and he doesn’t know why. All night he’s watched you down drink after drink until all you could do was slur on your words and stumble when you walk.

It’s only been a week since the two of you started to really talk and hang out so he’s not used to this side of you and he genuinely does not know what to do. How did he ever think his neighbor was quiet and uptight when you’re such a hot mess? Maybe it’s because he didn’t see you often considering you were always at Taehyung’s but damn, he did not expect this.

And on top of that, he doesn’t get how you and Taehyung ever dated when to him you were completely different. He can’t picture Taehyung following after you as you swayed in your steps ready to walk over to your ex boyfriend and tell him off like he was currently doing.

Wait…

Jungkook seemed to trip over the pavement as he pushed through the crowds of people that led outside to the pool area, calling after you, “Y/n! What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna talk to him,” you yelled, not bothering to look at him, “It hasn’t even been a month and he’s already hitting on other girls knowing that I’m here? That’s such a dick move!”

“I know, Y/n but listen— excuse me — “ he pushed past a couple of girls to get to you, “You’re not going to gain anything. You’re drunk and there’s a lot of people here and — excuse me — you don’t make any sense right now!”

You clearly weren’t listening and Jungkook was beginning to panic. You’re in stage four of grief, ‘depression’ and he knows you’re sad and you just want to get things off your chest but he knows that if you try and confront Taehyung in the drunk state that you’re in… you’re the one who’s going to look like a fool, not him. Nobody is even going to bat an eye at him but they’ll watch you judgingly and you’ll regret even speaking to him by morning. Jungkook came to a stop as he watched you chug back the drink in your hand zoning in on Taehyung who stood on the other side of the pool with his hand on a girl’s ass and a smirk on his face. Fuck.

You’re mad at Taehyung and you want to get it out but right now isn’t the time. If you want to confront him about something you need to do it sober and somewhere private, not at a party for all to hear and laugh at you as you slur on your words. Jungkook knew you were mad and that wasn’t going to change… all he could do is change who you’re mad at…

There was so much on your mind as you made room for yourself through crowds of people so you could get to Taehyung. The pool lit up the backyard in hues of blue and purple as neon lights sunk to the bottom of it yet nobody actually swam. Everyone just stood around it and in your way when you had a mission. You were going to march right up to Taehyung and ask him what his problem was. He dumped you but played it off like it was mutual… He called you two weeks later to get that he misses you [even after you got all your shit out of his house] and has the nerve to smile at you tonight but flirt with another girl knowing you’re here? God, you were so fucking mad and all you wanted to do was confront him, not even caring who saw or heard and what they thought about you. You were too drunk to care.

He was about fifteen feet away now and you tried to call for him, “Tae—“

A loud yell replaced his name and big hands grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you up. The familiar scent of Dior cologne filled your nose and when you got thrown over a muscular back you knew right away who it was, “Jungkook! Put me down! What is your problem?”

“Honestly?” Jungkook asked as he fixed you over his shoulder, turning you around in the opposite direction of where Taehyung was, “You. You’re my problem, right now so let’s go home before you make a drunk fool of yourself in front of everyone.”

“Fuck you, I’m not gonna make a fool of myself,” you said and even then you couldn’t hide the fact that your words were coming out all wrong and your vision was blurry, “I just want to talk!”

“Well now’s not the time!” Jungkook yelled ignoring all the stares the two of you recieved, “So shut up and let’s go!”

You groaned loudly, fighting his hold with everything you said, mind still foggy from the alcohol, “No! The only place I want to go is on the other side of this pool an—“

Jungkook didn’t waste a single second in thinking about what he was going to do to make you forget about how mad you were at Taehyung right now. The only thing that could come to his mind was to direct your anger toward him instead and before he knew it he was walking toward the pool hearing your shouts in protest thinking he was going to throw you in—but he had other plans.

His point wasn’t to leave you to be the only one embarrassed [which would have been the case if he let you confront Taehyung or if he threw you in the water by yourself], his point was to make you mad at him and only him. So despite your continuous effort to fight him off, he took the single leap into the deep end, not letting you go until you were both submerged into the water with his arms around you.

You barely managed to hold your breath once you realized what he was doing and even then you couldn’t wrap your mind around it till you swam your way back to the surface. Jungkook watched you brush your wet hair out of your face in search of him and he ignored all the loud cheering around the two of you for being the first in the water, cocky smile on his face when you glared at him.

“What is wrong with you?!” You yelled as you purposely splashed water in his face out of anger—surprisingly feeling sobered up now. Jungkook didn’t say anything, he only laughed and swam the very short distance to you, arms around your waist and dragging you back into the water with him, fighting to hold his breath when he felt your hand in his hair yanking him deeper inside.

The second time you came up for air the only thing on your mind was how to murder your neighbor and make it look like an accident. Jungkook just kept smiling at you with that cocky look in his eyes as he asked, “Well?”

You almost didn’t bother answering as you swam to the edge in search of a way to pull yourself up without having to go to the ladder which was conveniently very close to where Taehyung was now watching the two of you with furrowed brows.

“Are you mad?” Jungkook asked as he lifted you up the edge with ease despite you telling him to fuck off and pulled himself up swiftly to follow you. You wrung the water out of your shirt, “Obviously!”

“Okay! But at who?” Jungkook asked, ignoring everyone looking at him and trying to talk to him. You scoffed, “You! Asshole.”

“Good,” Jungkook said triumphantly, completely unaware of the way his former friend watched you two leave the backyard party completely drenched in water.

The only thing on Taehyung’s mind was what the hell was going on? When he saw you earlier you weren’t with anyone. It was just you and he didn’t even know Jungkook was here but maybe it’s because it’s been so long since he last saw the kid and he’s very obviously grown up and changed with all the tattoos and piercings. So all he wanted to know was how the fuck did you two know each other?

When morning came and the sun beamed down on your face more than you were used to, you woke up with an annoyed groan turning in bed to hide. The scent of shampoo coated the pillow you rested your head on and it was a surprisingly deep smell that had you snuggled into the pillow further you hid from the light. In an effort to fall back asleep and ignore the pounding of your head, you rolled onto your side hitting a wall of pillows and blankets. Your eyes opened just slightly, vision still blurry as you blinked sleep away and allowed yourself to look around, a scream leaving your lips as you toppled off the bed. Tangled in a blanket you hit the floor with a loud thud that had the person that made you scream shoot you abruptly.

Jungkook looked around, leaning over the side of the bed with an annoyed huff, “Jeez, you gave me a heart attack.”

Your jaw dropped as you sat on the floor, “I gave you a heart attack? Um what are you doing in my bed?”

“Your bed?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, “Look around sweetie.”

You did just that, eyes widening even further that he swears they’ll pop out of their socket, “Where am I?”

“My room,” Jungkook laid back down with a loud yawn.

“And what am I doing here?”

He released a sigh like he couldn’t be bothered but said, “Well after your drunk fiasco at the party, I brought you back and you couldn’t find your keys so you slept over here.”

Your brows furrowed, “What happened to my clothes?”

“They were wet and you were falling all over the place so I had to change you—don’t worry I had my eyes closed,” he told you and you took it in. Jungkook was sober majority of last night and you could only imagine what happened when he brought you home.

“Where are your keys?” He asked tiredly after he held you up with one arm ignoring the fact that you were both still drenched in pool water. You hiccuped, “I forgot them.”

“What?!” Jungkook asked louder than intended and you glared at him, “Don’t yell at me.”

“You’re a mess,” Jungkook grumbled, dragging you over to his front door, “I’ve never had to take care of a grown adult this much.”

“Just leave me outside to deal with my misery,” you said dramatically as he hauled you into his apartment, letting you fall to the floor once inside. Jungkook just shook his head as he left to his bedroom in search of something you could change into. When he came back you were sprawled on the floor half asleep and he punched the space between his brows in annoyance, “Y/n, get up, you need to change.”

All you did was groan, “I tired.”

“Yeah, well me too,” Jungkook kneeled down to grab you by your ankles and drag you across the floor before making you sit up. He angrily pulled the shirt over your head asking himself why he had to deal with you because your ex is a piece of shit.

Okay, he doesn’t have to but who else will?

The shirt fit you big so when you flipped back to the floor with a whine he asked, “Take off your jeans or else the wet denim is gonna give you a rash.”

“Yesh, dad,” you raised a hand to your forehead as if saluting him and you did as told, giving up halfway and making him finish yanking them down your legs with his eyes closed.

“You’re not allowed to drink anymore when we’re together,” Jungkook said, ordering you to slide your shirt off from under the tee, “At least not as much as you did tonight.”

He took your wet clothes and went to change before hanging it all to dry outside and when he went to the living room carrying a blanket for you to sleep on the couch with, you were asleep… still on the floor. With a stomp of his foot in a mini tantrum, Jungkook knelt down, slipped an arm under your neck and the other under your knees and picked you up with a huff. He wasn’t even careful when he let you fall onto the couch.

“Oh god, did we do anything stupid?” You asked referring to the fact that you had woken up in bed with him and wearing some t-shirt of his. Jungkook rolled his eyes, “No. You were supposed to sleep in the living room but you woke me up in the middle of the night because Bam kept kicking your face. Then you got all touchy and I made this pillow fort to protect myself from you.”

It had to be close to 3:00am when Jungkook finally let himself fall asleep. He made himself comfortable in bed trying to relax after the hectic night he’s had and when he was just finally starting to fall, a loud knock on his door snapped him awake.

“Ju—koo!” A whiny voice called from the other side of the door.

“What?!”

“Cold,” you whined, head leaned against the door, “And Bam won't stop licking my face.”

Jungkook huffed, “Tell him to stop!”

“I did,” you knocked on the door. He kicked off his blankets in annoyance, “You’re so needy!”

Even as he said that, he got out of bed and opened his bedroom door, moving to the side as you pushed past him and threw yourself down on his bed with your blanket wrapped around your body tightly. He watched you with tired eyes before going to his side of the bed. He grabbed all the extra pillows, moved you to one side and set up a wall to separate himself from you.

“God, what happened last night?” You groaned as you got up only to fall back onto his bed trying to piece it all together. You only remembered a couple things, “You threw me into the pool, asshole.”

“Yeah? Well, I would’ve been a bigger asshole if I let you make a fool of yourself in front of Taehyung and everyone else,” Jungkook said. You looked at him, only turning your head on its side and he did the same, neither of you saying anything for a moment.

You should probably say thank you but the way things unfolded, it might only make things more awkward. You were already slightly embarrassed but yes definitely seen you act stupid plenty of times so instead you said, “Help me get inside my apartment.”

The two of you stood on his balcony now, both looking toward yours which was separated from his by about two feet. He shifted his gaze toward you, “I’m confused, what are you trying to do?”

“The door is unlocked, I just gotta get over there and let myself in,” you said with a gulp as you poked down at the forty foot drop. Jungkook shook his head, “Are you stupid? I’m not letting you do that.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” You asked him with your hand on your hip. He mirrored your pose with more attitude, “Call the maintenance man, genius.”

“It’s gonna take them like three days to get back to me, Einstein, are you helping me or not?” You asked and you watched him stop to think.

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook said but you just shook your head.

“No, I’ve got underwear hanging to dry by the door, it’s not happening,” you told him, already walking to the railing. Jungkook gave up on arguing with you over it and followed after you. You gripped the railing looking over to your balcony which was only two feet away. This should be easy… all you have to do is get over his to yours, he ever has a little stool that he sits on that you could use as a boost.

Jungkook thought about what he should do to help you and in the end just held you by the waist to keep you balanced as you lifted a leg over the railing and stepped onto the short side of the cement ledge, “Oh my god, you’ve gotta be the craziest girl I’ve ever met.”

“You know a lot of people say that to me,” you said and the two foot gap didn’t seem as intimidating anymore, “Okay, let me go.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook begged as his arms tightened around your waist, “This is a bad idea.”

“Too late, I’m already halfway there so let go before I fall on purpose to make you feel bad,” you nervously joked as he let go but not without calling you a bitch. With your breath held tightly, you stretched a leg out first feeling the end of your balcony touch it and with a careful leap, you held onto your railing hearing Jungkook gasp nervously. He watched you swing a leg over until the railing was between both of them and as you finally touched down on your side, you slipped, falling into the hard cement with a groan.

Jungkook shielded his eyes with his hands, “Are you good?”

“Barely,” you huffed as you forced yourself to your feet and checked to see if the glass sliding door was in fact unlocked. Your heart seemed to tighten in relief as you opened it, huge smile on your face looking back to your neighbor, “Got it! Okay, I’m gonna get cleaned up, thanks.”

Jungkook was already picking up his pack of cigarettes and bringing it to his lips, “You stress me out.”

“I’ll make up for it,” you said already halfway through your door, “Whatever you want, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

With that, you left for your apartment in search for your spare keys and he sat down on his stool with a breath of relief. He couldn’t believe you and the more he thought about it, the more confused he got on how you and Taehyung found each other…

The thought didn’t last long in his head when he looked down at his vibrating phone, eyebrows furrowed as he read the caller ID.

“KIM TAEHYUNG”

It took Jungkook a moment to even decide if he wanted to answer or not but in the end he couldn’t help himself and curiosity got the best of him, “Hello?”

Taehyung’s voice was unusually cheery, “Hey man! How have you been?”

Jungkook shrugged even though his former friend couldn’t see him, “Uh, good I guess, what’s up?”

“I was calling cause of last night…” Taehyung said dragging out his words as if it would ring a bell for Jungkook.

He didn’t say anything wondering how this would go. It’s weird that Taehyung was even calling him and if there’s any reason behind it, it’s you, “Hm…”

Taehyung wasn’t sure why he expected a bigger response but he brushed off his small hum and went on, “Well I saw you with Y/n and everyone was kinda curious, what happened?”

“Oh, Y/n did something to piss me off so I got back at her. Why?” Jungkook said playing off the events from last night until he understood why Taehyung was bothering to talk to him after their fall out.

“Hm? Oh um, well, I just… I didn’t know the two of you were friends,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly as he thought about it. Last night confused the hell out of him. First, he ran into you as he’s with another girl and second, he runs into an old friend—to make matters more confusing it appears you two knew each other and he doesn’t get how.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk, a little annoyed but he ignored it as he went inside, “I get it, how could you know anyway? When’s the last time you and I talked? Like two years ago?”

Taehyung nervously chuckled, “Yeah, I guess. So did Y/n get home safely?”

He rolled his eyes, “Why are you so curious about her?”

“Huh?” Taehyung was genuinely surprised, “She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” He asked, deciding to play dumb.

“We used to date?” Taehyung said seriously, hoping Jungkook wouldn’t like the news if in fact, you’ve never told him. He wants to know what’s going on between you, he doesn’t care if he’s your ex, he deserves to know.

“Oh, no Y/n’s never even mentioned you,” Jungkook lied for your sake. He wasn’t going to give Taehyung the benefit of knowing he’s still on your mind.

“Not even at the party?” Taehyung asked with furrowed brows, suspicious if Jungkook was telling the truth or not.

“Uh, no? Why? Did something happen?” Jungkook asked as he pet his dog subconsciously as he smiled listening to the sound of music already coming from your apartment.

“No, not really. So, what are you doing? How about we get lunch and catch up?” Taehyung asked and if he could see Jungkook right now, he would see how unimpressed he was by that idea.

Jungkook leaned back in the couch and said, “I’m kinda busy, maybe another time?”

“I mean, okay… sure, yeah let’s catch up another time.”

Taehyung was suspicious, of course he was! When he broke up with you it’s because he told himself he didn’t have feelings for you anymore but clearly that’s not true because seeing you with Jungkook… it pissed him off. Sure, you and Taehyung didn’t have much in common but you worked, that’s why you were together for a year.

Jungkook is—he’s a shut-in hermit crab and you’re not. He doesn’t bother with drama or getting to know someone new so how the hell did you two even meet and have you really never even mentioned him once? Jungkook clearly didn’t know that the two of you were together and that just pisses him off even more. Why is it that you didn’t talk about him to Jungkook? It’s not like the two of you broke up long ago, it’s recent.

When the call finally came to an end he was left alone to wonder what the hell was going on with you two?

There wasn’t a shift in the air that you two have noticed but something has definitely changed. The amount of times you hang out has increased dramatically to the point where you were at least seeing each other once a day whether it be to eat ramen or go to the gas station. If you were free and Jungkook was free… chances are you’re gonna see what you can do together. Your friends swear that he’s all you talk about lately but you don’t think that’s true—until you hear that how friends think he talks a lot about you two.

It’s strange, your friendship has just grown stronger each day. Everyone keeps trying to say that there’s no way the two of you are just friends but you really are…

Seriously…

“I can’t believe you did that,” you said laying back on the couch with your feet over his lap. You wouldn’t have had your feet on him at all if he didn’t force himself down on your small couch.

“Did what?” Jungkook as he leaned over your legs so that he could sit forward and play his game better.

You pushed your heel against his thigh, “Drag your PS5 over here instead of just playing at your place.”

Jungkook just smacked his lips in annoyance toward his game, still not bothering to even look at you at all, his eyes stayed on your tv screen as he said, “You wanted to hang out.”

“But you’re not even talking to me,” You threw your head back against the armrest of the couch moving your feet off him and that finally got him to pay attention and he paused his game to look at you. He even went as far as setting his controller down on your coffee table, a little smirk on his face.

“Aw, you want me to pay attention to you?” Jungkook asked with a small laugh, “Okay, okay, how was your day?”

In reality he wanted to ask how you’ve been feeling lately—more specifically, toward him. The way the two of you became friends was a bit random and him even being here with you is strange considering the fact that he became your friend after you broke up with Taehyung. The timing wasn’t right but he does know that your friendship is strong and you don’t think about whatever happened in the past when you’re with him.

He likes that. He likes how easy it is around you.

Sure, sometimes the line in which he separates you from a friend to someone he is attracted to is beginning to blur.

No, he doesn’t find you attractive.

Well okay, yes he does. Even after seeing you with makeup down your face, drunk out of your mind, and first thing in the morning when your hair's a mess—for only being friends for a short amount of time he’s really seen a lot of sides of you.

But you’re just friends, he knows that, he doesn’t expect more… he didn’t even want more. Since the beginning all he’s ever done is talk about wanting to just be by himself and mind his business but clearly that all changed when you came along and to be honest, he liked the change.

“It was okay,” you said, making him realize that he had moved his hand onto your calf, and was softly sliding if higher then back down, “Just really boring and then I ask you to hang out and you’re just y’know… gaming.”

For a second Jungkook thought you were being serious and actually began to feel bad about possibly upsetting you by not giving you any attention. Just a moment later though he could see you smile and hold back a laugh when you watch him go serious with worry. When he realized you wanted to laugh, he rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I thought you were being serious.”

You just chuckled watching him lean against the other end of the armrest. He was sitting forward but he was looking at you sideways, one hand still on your leg and you just looked back at him. The game wasn’t even playing anymore and he was only focused on you now and the way you were looking at him.

His fingers began to tap against your leg, softly caressing every now and then, a small smirk coming to his face. Your brows furrowed, “What?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook said, running a hand over his face. You sat up a bit, “Now you have to tell me.”

“Nothing, it’s just…” he was hesitant, debating if he should be honest or not, “Don’t look at me like that.”

You released a scoff, sitting up further and moving away from him, “Like what?”

“Like you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you right now,” he was serious now as he said and you can see the change in his gaze. You were too stunned to speak, you wanted to say it was unexpected but like… things have felt different lately…

You could see the way his tongue poked against his cheek looking at you with a dazed look in his eyes. You’re not sure what made you say it but you asked, “You want to kiss me?”

Jungkook laughed softly, shifting his eyes to his lap, “Basically.”

You bit down on your lip in thought, quite literally checking him out from head to toe. He was even sitting with his tattooed arm in your view and he’s been rubbing your leg with it this entire time.

This isn’t a good idea.

Jungkook is your friend.

Sure, you’re not mad anymore about whatever happened with you ex, and sure… you haven’t been intimate with someone in a while, and yes Jungkook is attractive from the way his voice sounds to the way he walks but… but he’s your friend.

So why was it so easy for you to say, “So do it then.”

Jungkook didn’t need much else of a sign before he was going for it. He went to cross his end of the couch to yours but before he could get all the way over, you were meeting him halfway with your hands coming around his neck almost immediately. Your lips met so suddenly at first that it was a bit of surprise but neither of you shied away from initiating a kiss.

The first thing he noticed was how soft your lips were against his. They were warm too and your mouth felt so good that Jungkook brought his hand up to your hair so that you couldn’t pull away too soon but you kissed him so eagerly that he doubts that would even happen.

It was just wet and needy, soft sounds coming out whenever his tongue licked along yours. Your arms wrapped around him more and Jungkook was so quick to pull you into him until you were practically stumbling onto his lap. His hands found your waist and he slid them down toward your thighs so he could fix your legs to straddle him, not once pulling his mouth from yours.

Your hairs were in his hair, brushing it out of his face as you attempted to pull away. Jungkook just chased after your lips, feeling the line of split that connected your swollen lips together even when you backed away. He was just as out of breath as you and when your eyes met there was just a small moment of hesitation wondering if this was a good idea or not.

The moment didn’t last long when felt you the slightest hint of excitement in his sweats from the way you straddled him and you couldn’t help but grind your hips down. Jungkook swallowed back a moan with your lips as he kissed you, pulling you back against him so that you could sit directly over his growing erection. His eyes fell shut deepening the kiss with his tongue and yours relishing in your make out and the way your body felt pressed against his.

“Y/n,” his voice was hoarse as his hand slid down to the back of your cotton shorts, thankful for the thin material of them when he groped your ass. You were both in clothes ready for bed and he could still feel you through the layers. Your hair fell to one side as you kissed along the corners of his mouth, a hand flat on his shirt while you trailed down toward his jaw. He licked his dry lips when he felt the tender affections on the angle of his jaw as the hand over his t-shirt ran over his chest. He let his head fall back trying to catch his breath when you playfully nipped at skin, kissing away any pain and sucking lightly.

Both of his hands found your butt, squeezing here and there and tongue kissing you messily. It honestly felt so good and when his hands slid up to lift your shirt a little, you didn’t hesitate to sit back and behind taking it off yourself. His rough hands fell to hold your waist, holding you back as he took in the sight of you. Jungkook would be lying if he said he hasn’t checked you out before. It wasn’t entirely his fault, he had to get you out of wet clothes!—well, okay, yeah it was his fault they were drenched in the first place but his intention wasn’t to see your body.

It just happened and every day after that he had to remind himself that you were a good friend and you were going through it and him getting any feelings for you wouldn’t be good.

A pleased sigh left his lips when your hand began to touch the end of his shirt sliding underneath to run over the ridges of abs you knew he had. You could see them through pretty much every fitted shirt he wore. Even when he wore loose and oversized tees there was no way to hide his back muscles. He was so strong too, you didn’t expect anything less than the taut muscle in his torso and you just could help but want to feel all of it.

Jungkook helped you take his shirt off and it joined yours on the floor before he was leaning forward to kiss your neck. His thick fingers ran along your spine in search for the clip on your bra and swiftly unclasped it, dragging his hands under the material. While doing this, Jungkook begins trailing his kisses down your neck to your shoulder, following the straps down your arms, taking it off you and discarding it so he could touch you without barrier. A soft meowl left your lips when his big hands cupped your breasts and pressed the pad of his thumbs against your rounded nipples smoothly. It didn’t take long for his fingers circling around your nips to turn into his mouth swallowing around one.

“Jungkook,” you whined lightly when he moved his tongue around your erect nipples, you were getting so turned on your core was dripping with need.

Jungkook couldn’t find it in himself to be more patient and once he felt your covered push grinding on his dick, he just has to remove some of the layers between you two. His big hand raised your hips enough with you help so could his sweats down as far as they could and you shift to kneel beside him on the couch watching him undress.

You began taking your shorts off, a small groan leaving his lips at the sight, “You’re not wearing underwear?”

He was wondering why it was so easy for him to grope your ass and feel you so much more and it just made his dick throb with excitement at the sight before him. You nodded your head looking at him with those same eyes that started this in the first place and he felt your hand making its way to his hard cock. His lips parted with a gasp when you took it in your hands, giving one shy stroke right off the bat.

Jungkook didn’t waste a moment hesitating as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer in his side to jerk him off while his other hand began to teasingly run along your inner thighs.

You were soaked and it didn’t go unnoticed by his long fingers. His middle finger ran between your folds teasingly as you made a fist with your small hand and stroked him from his base to his tip making sure to rub against that soft spot and bulging vein. His precum was beginning to dribble out and every now and then you would coat his head with it before flicking your wrist on a downward stroke. Light moans from the both of you filled the room as his fingertips rubbed against your clit, covering it in your slick and swiping all the way to the puddle of wetness at your core. Your lips drew open in a moment when you felt his middle finger begin to tease your entrance and finally push its way in, a thick amount of slick joining him creating a light squelching sound.

You quickly dragged him into a hunger kiss as he began to fuck your with his thick finger while you fisted his cock. Jungkook licked the shell of your ear, “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

His words had you moaning and shaking when his finger became two getting but more rough, even bucking his lips into your hand. Your mouth was permanently open in pleasure as you said, “Do it then.”Jungkook just smirks as he removes his hand so he can pull you up to straddle his lap again but this time feeling your wet push right on top of his fat dick. Jungkook had to bite on his lip to stop from moaning when he felt some of your wetness coat his member as he moved to grip your hip. Your hands went to his shoulders to support yourself as you lifted your hips off his thighs enough for him to align his cock with your entrance, moaning when he ran his tip of your clit, “Fuck, I don’t have a condom, Y/n, fuck.”

“It’s okay.” You moaned as you helped guide him in, “Just pull out.”

Jungkook nodded his head as he finally held you by the waist and helped you down his throbbing dickwith a groan.

"Jungkook," you whined at the stretch and the way he dig his fingertips into your hip bone to steady himself when he pushed through your tight walls. It took you a second to get used to his size but once you had, your hands were on his shoulders and your feet on the couch, raising your hips until only the tip of his cock was inside, and slowly took him all in again. A low groan bubbled up in his throat, sliding his hands down ass, helping you fuck yourself on his hard cock, eyes on your chest which was just right in front of his face.

You were right and your pussy completely coated his dick with your slick that everytime you came up, the slide back down was easier. Your body clung against his as he began to mouth at your exposed neck and collarbone. His legs were spread apart to give you the room and he felt so good inside of you. It hasn’t been a crazy amount of time since you last had sex but it was long enough to make you appreciate Jungkook’s big dick. Your hands were curling into his hair feeling your lower back begin to hurt in this position but he helped you raise and lower your tight pussy on his length. A small gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue tease a hard nipple, licking it expertly before wrapping his lips around it. He had one hand on your other breast and the other hand guiding you to fuck yourself on him. He nipped at the bud playing with it while he twisted and pinched at the other. Your body pressed against his and each time you sank down his cock, you would grind your hips forward humping him and angling yourself where he could feel your folds parting.

Jungkook groped your ass, digging his nails in surely to leave a mark and he raised his hips off the couch enough to fuck into you, ramming his cock in and out with each pretty moan you let out, his mouth was still on your tits so he sounded muffled when he groaned, "So fucking good."

Jungkook left wet, sloppy kisses over your throat, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock hearing you whine tiredly. You were already becoming puddy in his hands and he took it upon himself to wrap your legs around him as he turned your bodies to lay you flat on the couch. A loud moan left your lips with this new angle and now that he was on top, he didn’t ease up his thrusts, only let them get more forceful with more intent. Your nails clawed at his back, running them down toward where his back dimples should be and you practically guided his cock in and out of your wet cunt, making him fuck you more roughly than before.

“Oh my god,” you said breathlessly, throwing your head back against the armrest and looking up so you could try and calm down as he fucked you. He had a hand roughly groping your tits and the other on the back of the couch for support as he thrusted deeply into you, only moving his hips and contracting every muscle to do so, “Fuck, Jungkook, ngh.”

"Just like that," he bit into his lip looking down at how pretty you looked under him, only making his hips move more rapidly, “Take my cock, Y/n.”

You nodded but you couldn’t even look at him as you tried to keep yourself under control by staring up at the ceiling, “S—so close.”

Jungkook groaned when he felt your wet cunt tighten around him making it harder for him to drag his cock out but it made him have to fuck itright back into you with more force. He could feel your ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds and each time was harder to get back out. It was wet and slippery and you were so fucking hot that he knew he wouldn’t last. He dropped his face against your neck, “You’re so good for me, so fucking right goddamn.”

He wasn't going to last much longer either.

He hasn't slept with someone in months and even if he did it didn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like this because he wants to see you as just a friend but clearly that’s never been the case and if he had deprived himself of feeling your pussy tighten around him, he might’ve gone insane. Your legs wrapped around his waist making him go deeper and you were moaning loudly now, “I’m gon—I’m gonna—oh my god.”

It washed over your writhing body like a wave, Jungkook felt it travel through your body and around his cock till he felt your creamy fluid coat his member. He quickly pulled out with a loud groan as he was unable to stop himself from cunning all over your stomach in thick spirits of semen that made his legs give out and his body pressed against yours. You hugged him closely as the two of you tried to come down, his lips on your neck soothing you down from the highs of climax, “Felt so good.”

“Mhm,” you moaned softly as you unwrapped your legs from around him and let them fall limply, “Fuck.”

Your hand slid between your bodies to touch the muddles of cum be covered you in and it made him pull back enough to see the mess, biting his lip as he attempted to apologize, “Sorry, I was gonna—didn’t have time to—yknow.”

You smiled as you moved to sit up more, “Better me than my couch.”

He let you stand up, moving off of you, “Are you good?”

His hand held yours keeping you from moving and he couldn’t help but look down at your body and the mess he made on your stomach. You nodded your head, “Yeah but I need to clean up, asap, it’s sticky.”

You said it jokingly and he laughed with you, both of you still relishing in what just happened. You released a sigh, “I need a shower, want to join me?”

He nodded, not wasting a second to ponder over it, “Let me help clean up and then I’ll go.”

You left with a nod of your head and Jungkook looked at the mess the two of you made in your living room, already seeing a small stain on the couch.

As he searched for his clothes, the doorbell caught him off guard drawing his attention to the door. Deciding to ignore it so he could join you in the shower, he picked up his things to leave when the doorbell chime turned into a fist against the door and that had him curious. He quickly slipped on his sweats already hearing the shower run and went to answer. It was probably just a delivery or a neighbor complaining about the noise. He didn’t bother with a shirt and his hair was a messy but he didn’t care as he opened the door expecting anyone but the person in front of him.

“Jungkook?”

“Taehyung?” Jungkook looked at the guy in front of him with confusion.

He watched him take a step back as if to make sure the address was right for you and looked back at him, “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I live next door,” Jungkook said dumbly as he attempted to ignore the fact that he was shirtless and sweaty and your ex boyfriend was noting that.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Wait, you’re the one who lives next do—why are you at Y/n’s then?”

Jungkook huffed in annoyance, “Taehyung, come on man… does it really matter? Why are you here?”

“Because I’m hereto talk to her about our relationship—“

That made Jungkook’s jaw clenched at Taehyung’s audacity, “What relationship? The two of you aren’t together.”

“Look, it doesn’t really concern you—why aren’t you wearing a shirt? What the fuck is going on here? Y/n?!” Taehyung tried getting through Jungkook to enter your apartment but he didn’t let him. Fuck no. He was not going to let Taehyung come in and ruin everything that has just happened between you. “Taehyung, don’t. You dumped Y/n just get out of here.”

Taehyung scoffed loudly, Oh, I fucking knew something was going on between you two at the party. You didn’t even hide it!”

“You have no idea what you’re even talking abou—“

“Why are you at my ex’s house?” Taehyung asked abruptly as he stood directly in front of Jungkook’s face, both equal in height.

Jungkook scoffed as he glared at his ex friend; “Taehyung, not everything is about you so get over yourself and just go already. Y/n does not want anything to do with you.”

That only seemed to piss Taehyung off more as he scoffed and said, “Oh I get it now, you slept Y/n… Is that what you’re doing here? To sleep with my ex?”

Jungkook was starting to get pissed, rightfully so in his opinion and he wants nothing more than to get this guy out, “I’m not saying it again, Taehyung, just go before Y/n gets out of the shower.”

Unbeknownst to either of them that you had already turned off the water early once you heard the banging on your front door and the muffled voices.

“So you did!?” Taehyung ignored his warning to accuse him further, “Was this your plan all along? You wanted to get back at me by fucking my ex? I didn’t realize you’re still not over what happened with Minsu. Come on Kook, that was years ago, did you really need to go this far? I still care about Y/n.”

That passed Jungkook off and he’s never been in a fight with anyone he considered a friend once before and right now he’s very close to doing it, “I’m not you! This has nothing to do with you or Minsu and stop lying. You don’t care about Y/n! You just found out her and I were close and suddenly you wanted to call dibs on her again? Jeez, you’re still the selfish asshole you’ve always been.”

“Fuck you, Jungkook. You’re just jealous, you’ve always been jealous. Yeah, I slept with the girl you liked but it wasn’t enough to stop being my friend!? Yes, I knew how much you liked her but it’s not my fault she got in my bed! How do you think Y/n is going to feel when she finds out you only slept with her to get back at me?” Taehyung as so cocky when he spoke and Jungkook was seriously beginning to lose his patience.

“That’s not tru—“

“What?”

The two men immediately looked behind Jungkook where you stood in a bathrobe that Taehyung recognized immediately at what had just happened between you and Jungkook.

“Y/n…” the both said and Taehyung took a step inside when Jungkook’s guard was down and a smile threatened to appear on his face when you looked at him.

“Taehyung, what did you just say?” You asked and Jungkook immediately felt his heart drop.

He took a cautious step toward you, wondering how much you heard, “Y/n don’t listen to him, he’s lying and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“It’s true, That's probably why the two of you got clo—“ Taehyung tried to say only for your sharp tone to snap them both silent with surprise.

“Get out.”

His brows scrunched together in confusion, “What? No, I’m here to talk about us.”

You just rolled your eyes, “Well I don’t want to talk to you Taehyung, so get out.”

“Y/n—“

“Taehyung! Get out, I don’t know what you were hoping for coming here but I want you to leave,” you said louder now and there was no denying the finality in your tone that had your ex backing down reluctantly. When he looked at Jungkook it was like the final straw to push him over the edge and he stormed back out leaving the two of you alone, silent.

Jungkook was trying to get closer to you but also unsure if it’s what you wanted as he said a soft, “Y/n…”

“You too, Jungkook, just go.”

He knew he should just do as you say but that kind of hurt his feelings considering just a few minutes again he made you cum with his cock and he gathered the strength to say, “No.”

You released a deep sigh, turning to sit on the couch still without a thorough shower, “Jungkook, I want to be alone so please just go.”

You just needed time to yourself to think. You had no plans of getting back with Taehyung and him coming over just surprised the fuck out of you. On top of that you just had sex with someone who’s your friend and who’s helped you get over the break up and although it seems like just a rebound, it didn’t feel that way.

Jungkook stood before you, “No, I’m not leaving because I’m not letting you think for even one second that what he said is true. I didn’t sleep with you to get back at him. I couldn’t care less about Taehyung and the only reason I even thought about that guy again was because of yo—“

“I know.”

Your soft tone surprised him and he found himself stuttering out, “… you do?”

You nodded your head, running a nervous hand over your hair, “I mean, I know you — I think — you’re not the type of guy to do that…”

His heart raced in relief as he moved to sit next to you, “I’m really not, Y/n. You know me, I like staying out of the drama and with him, that’s all you get. I wouldn’t have even bothered to acknowledge him if it weren’t for you.”

“Jungkook…”

He leaned forward so that you were forced to look at him as he said, “Y/n, listen to me, okay? I like you… I know we just… y’know, but It’s not because I wanted to get revenge. That’s petty. I’ve been hanging out with you all the time because I enjoy it. You’re a hot mess and crazy and loud and the complete opposite of what I thought you’d be but… but I’m cool with you, y’know? I put up with all your late night meltdowns and early morning hunger because I wanted to spend time with you—I literally jumped in the pool with you so we can be fools together—why are you laughing?”

It was hard to ignore the way you smiled and fought back a laugh as he talked and it confused the hell out of him that he had to ask. You just sighed, “Because you don’t have to explain yourself, Kook. I mean, you’re right, I’m a hot mess…”

He shook his head, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I kinda like it… it’s exciting and you have good intentions and you’re not vindictive and you don’t really care what others think of you and I want you to know that you’re literally always on my mind but I tried to tell myself I just wanted to be friends but… look, I don’t expect you to feel the same even after tonight but I just want you to see that I really do like you, all of you, there’s nothing I want to change.”

You were still smiling as you slouched back on the couch that he just fucked you on, “You know, you’ve gotta be the only person who’s ever said that to me. Do you really mean it?”

He scoffed with a laugh, “No shit, Y/n. You stress me out in the best way possible.”

“That’s because you know me like no other and you aren’t trying to change me, you’re seeing me for me. I’m crazy into you,” you confessed, surprising yourself and him.

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

He gulped in thought, “Y/n, if we can just look past whatever drama just happened and try, but I get it if you don’t want to—I mean, I get it, honestly, you just got out of a relationship and getting with me right away probably won’t look good to others and if you’re not ready I get it but—“

You sighed, “Who cares what other people say?”

You don’t, not anymore. It’s just exhausting to always be thinking about others and right now you rather focus on yourself and who makes you happy and right now that’s Jungkook even if you hadn’t admitted it before.

“Y/n…”

“Jungkook, I don’t know about y’know, dating yet but… but I really do like you and I don’t care what other people say anyway. Can we maybe take things slow?” You asked shyly as his hand fell over yours to hold it.

He nodded, eyes looking down at your lips and watching you bite down on them. He took a deep breath feeling you move closer and he had to move back, “Y/n… we can’t take things slow if you try to kiss me.”

You sat back in surprise, “Why’s that?”

He chuckled softly, “Because I won’t be able to stop.”

“It’s okay, we can just cuddle then—that is, of course, if you don’t put a pillow fort between us again,” you said to him as you leaned into his side.

“Listen, I was being considerate about the fact I had a drunk girl crawl into my bed looking too cute in my shirt,” Jungkook said honestly as he helped you snuggle against him.

“Ah, so you’ve always had a thing for me? You sure you didn’t plot this?” You teased.

Jungkook scoffed as he poked your side, “Shut up, I did not, I just… maybe a little?—I mean you try and involve yourself with someone as crazy and fun as you and try not to fall for them!”

“Gross,” you joked, “I didn’t realize you’ve been obsessed with me this whole time.”

“Oh shut up.”

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just lyk It’s highly unedited 💀💀💀I forced myself to finish it this morning but anyways idk I love a good idiots to lovers but maybe that’s just me. also imagine jk as your friend and neighbor?

and his ass really did jump in that pool with y/n so she would get mad at him and forget about Tae

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citysuk · 7 months ago

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innocence of love | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: Is it too late? Will you forgive him? Are you still in love with him? Remus' mind won't stop repeating those questions in his head. He must find you and hear it from you.

words: 2,1k

notes: i love these babies SOOO much, they're literally my children. i took a little time writing it but it's finally here. hope you guys enjoy it 🥹🥹

warnings: ANGSTYYYY, but so much fluff at the end, i just- ADORE THEM SO MUCH. no use y/n but no oc neither. no proofread.

part 1 | guilt and shame

(could be read as a stand alone too)

As the night progresses, Remus finds himself thinking about your confession. He's spent the evening with his best friends, their conversation and humor managing to lighten the mood somewhat, but he can't shake off the heaviness he feels in his chest.

He finds himself wandering the castle, not quite ready to retire to bed, when he spots you walking down one of the corridors. The sight sends a pang through his heart and he hesitates for a moment, summoning up the courage to approach you.

He takes a breath, steeling himself, then steps towards you. As he draws closer, he takes in your form, his heart pounding in his chest. When he's a few steps away, he calls out quietly, his voice hoarse.

"Hey..."

You look up, surprised by the sound of Remus's voice. As you turn to face him, you see the weariness in his eyes, the struggle clear on his face. He stops a few feet away, shoving his hands in his pockets and avoiding your gaze, unsure of how to start.

He clears his throat, still looking down at his feet as he speaks, his voice slightly shaky. "Can I... Can I talk to you for a moment? I know it's late, but...I just really need to say something."

You notice the tension radiating off him, the way he fidgets, the uncertainty in his tone. You haven't seen him like this before. Nervous to the core, just like you. Curious and a little worried, you nod. "Oh, yes. What is it?"

His gaze finally meets yours, the raw vulnerability in his eyes clear. He takes a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I... I need to apologize. I've been an idiot. I know that. I thought I was doing the right thing, sparing you from... from me."

He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. "But... but I realize now that it wasn't my decision to make. I had no right to push you away like that. I should've trusted you, trusted your decisions, your... your feelings."

He takes a step closer, his eyes begging for understanding. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just... I was just trying to protect you. But I see now that I was really just being selfish, making decisions for you that weren't mine to make. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. That's not how you treat someone you..." He trails off, the word ‘love' hanging unsaid between them.

"I don't understand. What are you trying to protect me from, Remus? Your feelings?" You say clearly confused by Remus' words.

Remus hesitates, the truth on the tip of his tongue. He can't bring himself to look directly at you, not yet. "No...No, not my feelings. I mean, yes, my feelings... But that's not all. It's much more complicated."

Remus sighs, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his hand. He knows he has to explain, but he hates the thought of having to lay out all his secrets. "It's... It's not just my feelings. It's everything. It's who I am, what I am. There are things about me... Things you don't know. Things I'm scared to tell you."

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and regret. "You see, there's a part of me that I can't control. A part that... that's dangerous. A part that I'm terrified of could hurt you. I didn't want to put you at risk, that's why I tried to push you away. That's why I thought it would be better if..." He trails off again, unable to say the words aloud.

You come closer to him and grab his face in your hands, looking at him right in the eyes. "What could be that dangerous about you?"

Remus's breath hitches as you place your hands on his face, the warmth of your touch sending a shiver down his spine. He can't help but lean into your touch, the comfort it offers is a stark contrast to the turmoil he's feeling inside.

His voice is barely above a whisper as he finally speaks, the confession tearing at his heart. "I'm a monster. A real, actual, literal monster. I'm not like you, not like any of the others. There's something that... that happens to me. Something that I have no control over." He swallows hard, the admission taking all his strength. "I transform. Every full moon, I transform into something terrible. I can't stop it. I've tried. I've tried everything. And I'm... I'm scared. I'm scared of what it does to me, of what it could do to you, if you got too close."

He reaches up, gently grasping your wrists and pulling your hands from his face. He holds them in his own, his grip desperate, almost desperate enough to hurt. "You don't understand. The thing I become... it's dangerous. It's violent. It's... it's capable of things you can't even imagine. And I can't let it hurt you. I won't let it hurt you. So that's why... that's why I had to push you away. I had to keep you safe from me."

He looks down at your hands in his, the sight of them intertwined a stark reminder of the connection between you. He's torn, pulled between the part of him that aches to be close to you and the part that's terrified of what being close might bring. "I don't want to keep hurting you. But I don't know what else to do. I can't change what I am. I can't change what I'm capable of. And I can't... I can't put you at risk like that."

His voice breaks a little as he speaks, the pain evident in his tone. He looks back up at you, his eyes filled with conflict. "You make me... You make me feel things that I've never felt before. You make me happy, you make me want things I can never have. But I can't... I can't get that close to you. For your sake, for my sake, for everyone's sake. If something ever happened... if I ever hurt you..." He lets out a bitter laugh, a sound edged with despair. "I would never forgive myself. I'd rather have you hate me than risk seeing you hurt because of me."

He lowers his head again, his grip on your hands tightening. "Can you understand that? Can you try to understand why... why I did what I did? Why do I have to keep pushing you away, even though it's killing me?"

He waits for your response, his heart thundering in his chest. He's laid out his secrets, his fears, his guilt. Now it's up to you to react, to accept him, to forgive him, or to turn from him in disgust. He steels himself, bracing for the worst, praying that you'll see past his monster to the boy beneath.

His eyes plead with you, searching your face for any sign that you can see the truth behind his words. But he also braces himself for the worst, waiting for the blow that could shatter what's left of his heart into a thousand pieces.

You are completely silent for a moment as you process everything Remus has told you. Your heart aches for him, in a mixture of compassion and grief at what he must go through. And yet, the love in your heart doesn't waiver, if anything it becomes stronger. When you finally speak, your voice is calm and steady, belying the turmoil of emotions within you. "I... I can't say I understand everything you're going through. But I do understand your fear. I understand your guilt. I understand why you pushed me away." You take a step closer to him, your hands still in his. You look at him intently, your eyes locked on his. "But I also understand this: You're not a monster, Remus. You're scared. And you're hurting. But that doesn't make you a monster. It just makes you human."

He looks at you in surprise, not quite believing what he's hearing. He opens his mouth to speak, to protest, but you shush him gently. "You're not a monster, Remus," you repeat, the voice softer now. "And I don't hate you. I could never hate you."

He swallows hard, the emotions he's been holding back threatening to overwhelm him. A single tear escapes his eye, rolling down his cheek. You grab his hands again. "How can you say that? After everything I've told you? After everything I've done? How can you... How can you still care?"

You sigh, a tender smile on her lips. You reach up, wiping the tear away with your thumb. "Because I love you, Remus. Despite everything, even though you've been an idiot, a stubborn git, and a complete fool... I love you. I'll ever do."

He draws in a sharp breath as he hears the word 'love'. He looks at you, disbelief and hope warring within his heart. "You... you still love me? Even knowing what I am? Even knowing what I'm capable of?"

You nod firmly, gaze unshaking. "Yes, I do. I do. I love you for who you are, Remus. All of you. Even the parts you think are monstrous. They're a part of you, and I love you for that. I love you for your strength, your bravery, and your courage in the face of your fears. I love you for the boy you are, not the wolf you turn into."

He can't stop the tears from falling now, cascading down his face in silent streams. He reaches out for you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his body shaking with silent sobs. He whispers the words into your skin, his voice choked with tears. "I... I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your love."

You wrap your arms around him, the embrace tight and comforting. "Yes, you do. You deserve all the love in the world, Remus. And I'll give it to you, if you'll let me. I'll give you all my love, my understanding, and my support. I'll be here for you, always."

He shivers against you, your words and touch soothing him, calming the storm that has been ravaging his soul. He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with awe and gratitude. "I... I don't know what to say. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You smile at him, hand gently tracing the lines of his face, wiping away the tears. "You don't have to say anything, Remus. You don't have to do anything. You just have to be here, with me. And I'll do the rest. I'll prove to you every day that you're worth loving, that you're not a monster, that you deserve happiness and peace and comfort and love."

He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers tracing her features in turn, as if he's trying to commit every inch of her to memory. He leans in, pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes closing as he memorizes every detail of the moment. "I'm a fool. I'm a complete and utter fool. I almost let you go. I almost let my fears and my guilt drive you away from me."

You pull back slightly, your hands still framing his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks softly. "But you didn't. You're here now. You're here with me. And I'm never letting go. I'll fight for you, Remus. I'll fight your fears, your guilt, your monsters. I'll fight for us."

He smiles through his tears, his heart overflowing with feelings he can't even begin to put into words. He pulls you closer again, holding onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world. His voice is a whisper, a prayer, a vow. "I love you, darling. With everything that I am. With every beat of my heart, every breath of my soul. I love you."

You melt into his embrace, the words you longed to hear since your heart first fluttered with love falling from his lips at last. "I love you too, Remus. With everything I am. With every fiber of my being. I love you now, and I'll love you until the end of time."

He smiles against your hair, his heart so full he feels like it might burst. He pulls you impossibly closer, his body aching with the need to be as close as possible. "Then you're stuck with me, forever. I'm never letting you go. Ever."

You laugh softly, the sound like music to his ears. "Good. Cause I wasn't planning on going anywhere. You're mine now, Remus Lupin. Stuck with me for the rest of your days."

#harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin angst #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #harry potter #james potter

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lowkeyrobin · 1 year ago

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hi hi!! 🦕 back once again!! i just love your writing :) could i get somethin where the reader is in their first mcc and their cheerleader (can’t decide on who from the cricket crew, surprise me!!) is cheering them on either from the sidelines, they’re on the same team, or on opposite teams and their cheerleader is purposely throwing to increase readers chances of winning pretty please 🦕

(also, yes, 🦕 anon)

(also sorry for request spamming)

omg no dw ab req spamming at all! and welcome to the family 🦕 anon! thank you so much for the compliment <3 ; and I love love love this prompt, hope u enjoy !!! i mixed ur req up a little bc I had to do Freddie bc he's so fucking underrated (and I'm carrying the badlinu fanfiction atm so yk) and I also wanted to include a little friendship bit w tommy, tubbo & billzo and also include freddie 💪💪 (if anyone's interested I do have a badlinu x enby oc fanfic on my wattpad [lowkeyrobin] so hehehhw)

FREDDIE BADLINU ; MCC cheerleader

summary ; freddie, although not playing in MCC, cheers you on from the sidelines while you're paired with Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. The three also throw you some extra chances to win for the group, considering last MCC went horrible for you, and they want you to actually have fun this time!

warnings ; language, fake noxcrew drama/hate, maybe me forgetting how mcc works...

word count ; 1.5k

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Freddie sits next to you, helping you set up before you start your stream. He sets your famous y/f/c water bottle on your desk and sets some small snacks down as well, paired with a sandwich and chips.

You focus on your monitors before starting your stream with the Starting Soon screen, deciding to start earlier than everyone to just chat and then hop into MCC when your teammates join the VC. You talk with Freddie for a moment, making sure you both had snacks, water, and were comfortable in your current clothes. You begin your stream, screaming as the starting soon screen fades out, revealing you two being loud and waving hello.

"Hi chat! I'm starting before everyone else just to talk and eat for a minute!"

"And I'm here!"

"No one cares about you, Freddie!"

"Jesus, okay"

After talking for a solid half hour and eating your sandwich, and interacting with chat, your teammates began to spill into the VC.

"What the fuck is up, Pink Penises!?" Tommy screams as he joins the voice call, being the last to join.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man! Turn your volume down!" You shout, quickly removing your headphones after cringing from the ear-splitting screaming.

"Bitch, you turn your volume down!-" Tommy shouts back, cutting himself off as he hears Molly in the other room yelling at him to quiet down some, as she was trying to watch a movie. "Nevermind, I'll turn my volume down..."

You, Tubbo and Ranboo laugh, and you hop onto the MCC server, making a remark about how this would be your last MCC if you got treated like shit again. Freddie puts his earbuds in and plugs them into his phone, joining the voice chat so he could hear his friends.

"Wait, no, I remember that they said it was because you were blindly following people and you lost fair and square but when I rewatched the clip the arrows never popped up for you!" Tubbo exclaims, recalling one of the moments during Ace Race from your last MCC.

"Yes, dude!" You exclaim, meeting up with the three and crouch-greeting Quackity and Niki, who were with the Olive Ocelots with Punz and Foolish. "You can literally see frame by frame, not once did the arrows appear. It wasn't even a glitch just on my end, they just didn't show up and I dunno how! Even Sapnap defended me because they didn't show up for him either! It stopped the whole thing for 10 minutes and they still wouldn't hear me out, I just wanted to clear my name!"

"They literally said it was your fault meanwhile it was a problem on their end. The whole fucking Ace Race and Hole In The Wall were stolen from you, dude" Tommy nods, going in 3rd person to show off your matching, recolored pink skins, "Funny how the two you trained hardest for, you came in last for due to "your computer lagging/glitching and how it isn't their fault"

"I'm not even mad about it, it's the fact they kept blaming me when it's not my fault that their dumbass texture packs kept breaking" You complain, "Anyways, hopefully this goes a bit better" You lightly smile, feeling Freddie pat your shoulder. "Tommy, look at your shirt in front 3rd"

Tommy switches his pov to 3rd person front, seeing the whole front of his shirt had a large, pink penis on it, thanks to you designing the recolored skin. "You're so fucked up!" He laughs

"I'm the best, I know, I know"

Hole In The Wall had begun, Freddie being your sensei as he sat beside you, shouting out directions and strategic moves for you.

"Go to the left! Left, left, left!"

"On the right, quick, quick!"

"Dude, you got fifth! I'm so proud of you!"

Parkour Tag was next, and Freddie was being your eyes while you focused on being away from everyone else.

"Sapnap is it! He's right behind you, go up the left side!"

"How do I make that jump? That's fucking impossible"

"Crouch at the edge of that, sprint and jump, aim for the closest one, you have to go straight then like curve it"

"Oh my God, fuck yeah! See! You did it!"

"Just spam space, trust me!"

Bingo But Fast was never your strong suit so you let Freddie take a break, letting your teammates try and win that one for you. No way in hell you were gonna be able to find slime balls or an iron axe. Freddie stream sniped Ranboo, seeing their card was similar to yours, not even knowing where to find half the stuff on the map.

"Some others are lost too, they loaded the wrong map I think, you can't get some of this stuff at all on this one"

"Noxcrew..." You put on your best Batman impression, staring into your camera, "When I find you, Noxcrew, when I find you!"

Of course, all the training for Ace Race didn't go to waste, and with Freddie becoming your actual cheerleader, chanting and all, you'd ended up coming in second place.

Sky Battle was hell, and it was basically only you and Tommy after Tubbo got himself nearly insta-killed and Ranboo made the bad idea to try and take on Philza.

The rest of MCC remained with the pink haired boy behind you acting as your cheerleader and helping you out a bit. But, he also made sure you were drinking enough water and weren't getting too stressed out or getting a little gamer raged, considering it wouldn't be good for your mental health.

"Drink the damn water, you're screaming your voice away"

"Nuh uh" You say as you chug down at least half of the refilled bottle.

As Dodgebolt came around, you and the rest of your team were stressed. You had to win against the Olive Ocelots, because a little Twitter drama happened due to your big mouth shit talking Ranboo for the bit. You really just didn't wanna pay them a hundred dollars today, not after that shit loss in Sands Of Time. You swore the other teams were playing shit over the fiasco of last MCC, but Tommy, Tubbo, Freddie and Ranboo all agreed that you were just fucking cracked at Minecraft this afternoon.

Over the course of the stream, Freddie had stolen some sunglasses for you, a Valentines Day stream prop, and had been wearing them for nearly an hour, and he, in boredom, found a pink sharpie and used it to draw a giant dick on your forehead. Tubbo did the same with a washable marker he had laying around, and you guys started a little cult in between games, trying to summon Ranboo and Tommy into it.

You turn around to Freddie, apparently your coach now, "What do you say, Coach?" You ask him, referencing every football movie ever.

"Center left-field, defense on right" He answers.

"What?- Dude, MCC, not American football!" Tubbo exclaims, jumping all over your screen as to speak to Freddie.

The two of you laugh, and you turn back to him. "What's the plan, who should I aim for, Fred?"

"Okay, I think Tommy should go for Foolish because it's a little obvious, and make sure you're the first out! Ranboo and Tubbo could go for either Niki or Punz, and leave Y/n for Quackity. Leave it obvious the first round but totally mix up the strategy"

"Hear that, Tommy? Be quick, shithead"

"I got it, I got it"

The first to three of five wins, and sadly, it wasn't Pink Penises, although it would've been a win to remember.

Freddie stands up and wraps you in a hug anyways, whispering compliments into your ear as you smile.

"Much more fun than last time, yeah?"

You nod.

"We got fuckin second?" Tommy looks almost shocked, not realizing you'd lost the final round.

"We got second place! Hell yeah!" Tubbo smiles, throwing his hands in the air

"Second is the first losers, Tubbo!" Tommy shouts

"Shut up Tommy, you're just a sore second place winner because Y/n carried the whole team, take the L" Ranboo remarks with a smug look, seeing you and Freddie cheering yourself on and dancing over the video call.

After the group had muted and calmed down some, you turn to Freddie and hug him. He warmly accepts the gesture, seeing you a little teary eyed.

"Thanks for being my coach, man, I'm gonna miss you"

He catches onto the bit, sniffling as he nods, "You'll always be a star, don't stop dreaming, man"

You guys dramatically hug again, wailing and sobbing as you do so.

"Why the fuck are they wailing?"

"I swear to God, do you not use your ears?"

"I just undefaned to say goodbye!"

"Use your psychopathic powers, Tommy"

"What!?"

"That's psychological, Tubbo"

"Psychology powers, use them!"

"I'm leaving, fuck all of you and fuck you Ranboo for losing the last round"

"That wasn't even my faul- He's gone"

"I've never watched an American football movie, should I?" Tubbo asks.

You and Freddie quickly turn to your setup, shouting in unison.

"Nope!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #tubbo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #🦕 anon

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wowstrawberrycow · 1 month ago

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Preschool For the Unwanted part 1: Hello Teacher

Hi there everyone! This time I'm shipping Adar with one of my OCs! My oc is called Lao. He is very playful even in the worst of times and is a teacher. He would say all he does is teach. But there's so much more to Lao than he likes to talk about.

I also will say this story doesn't have any warnings yet. But I'm sure it will be explicit eventually. I'll warn you when it does.🤗❤️ You'll likely get art of Lao very soon too!

This story is another one of my attempts to dive into uruk culture with a fun lense.🌈💖 I hope you all enjoy it.

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While it was no secret uruk children were wild and quite an unruly bunch of tiny gremlins this did not stop Lao from his task. In fact when the escapade of teaching these children had come up in another boring semi-meaningless meeting Lao very enthusiastically volunteered for the job. One thing led to another, that is a whole other story entirely But, that little mystery is what led Lao to visit Adar the lord father himself.

However, this meeting itself was perilous as well. Upon entry, he was attacked, which he completely expected. Though much to everyone else's shock and dismay, Lao handled himself quite easily without harming a soul. He dodged spears, swords, and arrows with ease and grace as if he were dancing with the balance of a ballerina. This tuckered out guards as this literal dance seemed to go on for hours. It became like a game for Lao, that is to say, he saw it as a long game of hide and seek, and at other times it was like tag with harsher consequences. His amused child-like giggling was infuriating to the residents of the uruk community of Mordor at first but soon this infuriation simmered to merely eye-rolling followed by irritated complaints. This ultimately is what caught Adar’s attention.

Lao eventually allowed himself to be caught immediately after Glug announced his lord father demanded to see him. After also allowing himself to be clamped in irons Lao soon demonstrated that brutality was not an option here in this situation. Each time one of the uruk guards attempted to hit or stab Lao, even in chains the strange man would quickly move out of reach maintaining a kind carefree expression. He still made no effort to fight back. This resulted in further irritation as they searched him. However, they discovered Lao was completely unarmed. Many unsettled stares befell Lao as he was dragged to see Adar.

Adar’s own menacing eyes bore deeply into the other partially in hopes to intimidate Lao, while the other half of his mind was attempting to figure the stranger out. Lao simply smiled sweetly back at him with a seeming ditz over his face.

“State your business. Make it quick, I will not hesitate to give orders to end you." The great leader spoke using a grave tone laced with malice.

Lao remained calm, finally speaking for the first time since he arrived. “ I was wondering about your little ones. I’m very curious if you’d be interested in accepting my services as an educator. I can educate adults as well if you like.” His voice was casual as someone speaking at a conference table but as beautiful as an elf's; it matched his immaculate face. When his ears were revealed it was clear he wasn’t an elf at all. Whispers zipped across the crowd who surrounded the odd scene.

Adar couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. The offer was extremely…attractive… not just the offer, but the one who delivered the proposal was too. His mind then paused in favor of looking over Lao’s body and noticed the female clothing. “Bring her to my meeting quarters.”

Lao repressed a snicker, choosing not to correct the man. It was all too fun to keep those around him in surprise or confusion.

Adar raised a brow annoyed but glints of curiosity filled his eyes. he said nothing and instead ordered the stranger to be strapped to a chair. He stared down at the other with an intense gaze. The energy this one gave off was nothing like Sauron’s, and none of his children were killed that night. Some were exhausted, yes, but sleep could fix that. Even with that thing gone he couldn't help but inspect that first to settle his suspicions. “ What’s your game? I hardly believe you came to my territory for such a thing. What is it you really want? Who are you?”

Listening to Adar’s deep voice was like music to his ears. Lao let his eyes trace Adar’s body shamelessly with interest. With all things considered, if this setting had been in a bedroom this situation could be quite scandalous. A small delighted hum wafted through the air at the thought. The confused look in Adar’s eyes only amused Lao further; this much was obvious by his tone, “ I’m simply Lao.” he said with a pause. Then a sing-song tone soon followed “ And I believe I already told you what my purpose here is.” Lao smiled sweetly at the uruk patting his long lashes. purity showed brightly in his eyes when he gazed directly into the other’s pair when he spoke again “ I prefer to teach. That’s all I like to do with my time.”

Adar couldn’t deny that his children lacked an education. They were a simple group and even he found it difficult to explain certain things to them in ways they would understand. His children certainly weren’t unintelligent, on the contrary, they had wonderful problem-solving skills. They simply lacked direction and wisdom at times. The inability to read, and write, and low math skills were also something he constantly regretted not being able to properly teach his children. It pained his heart. For as much as he was apprehensive about the offer, he couldn’t reject a chance to better the lives of those he cherished most. But on the other hand, he couldn’t be too careful. Pretty faces with lovely offers were enticing, but he recalled how poorly the last one went. Adar huffed but suspicion still was present in his voice. “ Fine, but you will be under constant surveillance. You can start tomorrow. Throw her in the brig.”

To this Lao grinned, the urge to chuckle at Adar’s little mistake was becoming harder to resist. Even in chains, he found his time with the uruk community to be very entertaining already.

#Adar X My male OC #adar x oc #the rings of power #Trop #the rings of power fanfiction #trop fanfic #gay fanfiction #fanfiction #adar trop #adar the rings of power #adar fanfic #Adar fanfiction #my fanfiction #my oc stuff

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pichiru · 3 months ago

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 8

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 3,861

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: I'm soooooo sorry this chapter is so far apart from my other ones as far as release goes. I was battling w myself a lot about how I wanted to proceed with certain parts of the story. And a lot of sitting and thinking. A lot.

I'm also looking for beta readers if anyone is interested! U must be up to speed with the tv show's lore and u must be 18+ years old bc there's adult content in this story. Pls comment if this is something ur interested in and we can talk details :3 <3

Enjoy!!

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The following morning, Solana's phone was ringing relentlessly. The sound quickly became grating on the ears which caused her to wake up and roll away from Stan to look at it.

Of course. It was Chip. She rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

"What do you want, Chip?" She asked in a groggy voice while rubbing her face.

"I seem to remember politely asking you to come in early this morning," he said, his creepy smile evident in his voice. Solana snuggled down into the bed and closed her eyes in response to that.

"I was out late last night. I came home and went right to sleep," she lied smoothly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"It is when my manager doesn't show up like I ask her to," he replied simply.

"Well the manager isn't even on the schedule for today. The owner would know that if he actually looked at the schedule he makes," Solana said, attitude clear in her voice.

"You're such a little firecracker. I love that about you. See you in a hour?" He asked dismissively.

"No, I'm not coming in. I'm tired," Solana said firmly.

"Solana, you and I both know that you gave that old guy's kids a pretty big discount on stuff. I could have you apprehended by the authorities for theft. You know very well that I could."

Solana opened her eyes and looked around at the stuff in the room around her without moving. "It's literally 7 in the morning. Can I come in at noon?" she bargained quietly.

"10," he replied simply.

"10:30."

"Fine," Chip sighed heavily. "10:30 and not a second later."

"Whatever." Solana hung up the phone and put it back down on the side table where it was before. She turned onto her side away from Stan and snuggled back down into the bed, ready to go back to sleep for the time being. She suddenly felt an arm finding its way to wrap around her waist to gingerly pull her backwards towards the middle of the bed.

Stan nuzzled his face into the nape of Solana's neck and slowly inhaled her scent. She still smelled nice even the next morning.

"G'mornin," he grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Not yet," Solana snickered, trying to get comfortable again. She turned back to look at him. There was an eerie air of silence before she let out a scream and rolled away from Stan until she fell off of the bed, tangled in the sheet.

"Whuzzat?!" Stan blurted, now fully awake from her screaming in his face. "Are ya okay, toots?" he asked, getting closer to the edge of the bed to check on her. He reached out his hand to help her but he stopped when he noticed something. His hands. They were...smooth. No wrinkles.

He twisted his hands every which way he could to get a better look. His gaze fell onto Solana who was looking up at him with wide eyes. Her expression was almost unreadable. It was a wild mixture of shock, intrigue, and confusion.

"What? Is there somethin on my face?" Stan asked, touching his face all over until he got to his hair. He stopped. His hair was thicker and...and longer?

“Stanley?!” Ford called out from outside of the room. He came busted into the room and looked between the two of them. His dread set in when he saw his brother.

Solana quickly covered herself up in a presentable way in the sheet she was tangled up in. She stared at Ford then at Stan back and forth a few times before she let out a small squeak.

“Y-You guys weren’t kidding about you having a twin,” Solana managed to say to break the silence in the room.

Ford blushed when he realized she was practically naked. “I have so many things to say and ask,” he said, running a hand through his hair, averting his eyes from Solana to respect her privacy.

“I’ll start. Sixer, what the HELL is going ON?” Stan asked as he moved to get out of the bed. Thank god he still had his boxers on at least. Ford was thankful for that. He immediately went to the first reflective surface he could find and looked in it.

His eyes widened in complete disbelief at the familiar face he once knew. He looked down at his hands again then closer at his facial features. “H…How…? What…?” He stammered.

Ford gulped quietly once the reality of the situation set in.

“Stanley, were you rummaging through my fridge AGAIN? I’ve told you repeatedly not to do that,” Ford said sternly.

Stan thought about it long and hard. Did he really go through the fridge? He did.

“All I had was the stupid water ya had in your fridge after you made me run fifty leven miles on the fuckin treadmill!”

Ford’s expression shifted from shock to pure dread. He was silent for a moment before he blurted, “THAT WASN’T WATER, STANLEY!”

“Then WHYYYY for the love of GOD did it look like water?!” Stan shouted back.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about! Stay out of my fridge!”

Stan laughed in complete astonishment. “Are ya kiddin me?? I think this is exactly the thing I need to worry about right now. What the HELL did I drink??” He asked, walking up to Ford, angry now.

Ford sighed heavily and caved. “It’s a concoction I was working on to take the human body back to whenever it peaked physically health wise.”

Stan stood there, quiet. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “I peaked in my 30s?” He said, impressed at that while rubbing his chin.

“Apparently,” Ford replied, rolling his eyes.

“Why…Why are ya makin somethin like this?” Stan asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ford replied curtly. “Good morning, by the way,” he said, looking to Solana. “It’s not usually that craz-“

“Don’t lie to her like that,” Stan laughed, gently shoving Ford.

Solana got up, keeping the sheet tightly wrapped around her body. “Oh! I see. Uhm…it’s nice to meet you?” She replied awkwardly. “Sorry I didn’t meet you in…better circumstances.”

“It’s alright. I’m Stanford,” he said simply.

“Nice t—“ She stopped when she remembered she’d already said that and shook her head a little to reset. “I'm Solana.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ford said with a nod. He stood there for a moment before turning back to Stan. “I’ll figure out how to get this reversed in no time.”

“What? No. I think I’m likin this,” Stan said quickly, adjusting his hair in the reflective surface he was in before. “I’m a hunk again. Look! No gut!” He laughed happily, patting his stomach.

Solana frowned slightly. “I think you were a hunk before too,” she added in a quiet voice.

Stan stopped to look at Solana and made an expression that couldn’t really be read. “Thanks,” he said, his voice full of gratitude.

“Yeah!” She responded with a smile.

"Do ya think this is gonna wear off any time soon?" Stan asked his brother.

"I should hope not. I made it to be permanent," Ford admitted.

Stan's eyes widened to the size of moons. "Y'mean...I...I just have to relive the last 30 years of my life?"

Ford winced gently as he adjusted his clothes a little. "It's possible. Very possible."

Stan's entire face lit up excitedly. "I get to...I get to live my life again as me? Instead of tryin to be you?"

His brother cleared his throat a little and nodded. "Yes, I suppose that's what it means."

Stan grinned from ear to ear before hugging Ford and kissing his cheek. "Ford, ya beautiful son of a bitch!" He exclaimed happily, borderline crying.

Solana stood there, unsure of what to do or say in this situation. She was definitely happy for Stan but she was unsure about what this meant for them going forward. Maybe he'd go off and find someone else to date around with. He was old. Maybe he felt like she was the only option he had at that age. This was super uncharted territory for her. It was for all of them. She wasn't even sure how this...potion?...worked and she was too scared to ask, frankly.

"Ya wanna go out for breakfast, toots?" Stan asked Solana, walking over to her. "I feel like a million bucks! I feel like I could do 1,000 jumpin jacks or pushups."

She blinked, bringing herself back to the present moment with Stan. "Breakfast? Are you sure it's okay for you to...like...go out like this? Doesn't everyone here know you as an older guy?"

"Look, if they can not question Sixer comin back after 30 years with no explanation and the world almost ending, then they can handle this too. Don't worry."

"30 years? The world ending???" Solana asked incredulously. She was so flabbergasted that he said all of that so simply as if it was something so easily digestible.

"I forgot I actually haven't known ya that long. I can explain if ya agree to go to breakfast with me? Since we didn't get to have dinner last night like we planned," Stan chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously.

Solana was staring at Stan's features. Despite how young he was now, it was still him. Wholeheartedly. She smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. I'll go to breakfast with you. Just...lemme take a shower first?" she chuckled gently. "Desperately need one."

"Oh, yeah yeah. Feel free. Ya know where the bathroom is. Have at it," Stan offered, motioning gently with both hands for her to go.

"Thanks, handsome," Solana said as she stretched up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Somehow he was even taller at this age. She smiled at him then left the room to go into the bathroom.

Almost as if on cue, her phone started ringing again. Stan's curiosity got the better of him and he peeked over to see who it was. It said, 'Big Will 💓' again.

"Who the hell is this Will person??" Stan said quietly.

"Is it another guy?" Ford asked, moving closer to his brother's side to see what her phone said.

"Dunno. Hope not. Really hopin not," Stan replied honestly.

"Maybe it's just a friend or something?" Ford suggested.

"Do friends really call and text this often?" Stan asked, scratching his head.

"Well, yes. If you have them."

"Fuck off."

Ford snickered. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. It was such an easy target," he laughed while being punched in the arm by Stan.

Stan watched the phone ring until it was done then looked at Ford. "I'm kinda nervous about it bein another guy. I know I have no right. Us not actually datin and all but still."

"Ask her about it," Ford tried.

"Ford, for god's sake. We've only been on one date. I can't just question a gal like that about what goes on with her phone."

"Why not?"

"Jesus, Ford. Ya really have no etiquette," Stan sighed.

"And you do?" Ford asked, confused.

"More than you! But I guess when the person you're tryin to woo is also in his 60s and has been out of it for the last 30 years, shit's different."

Ford blushed and punched Stan's arm. "HOW do you know about that?"

"Walls are thin, Fordsie. Walls are thin. Paper thin."

"Anyway, gonna let you and your lady friend get ready for your second date in 24 hours."

"It's not a date! It's called being a gentleman. Somethin ya know nothin about," Stan grumbled angrily as he walked across the room picking up Solana's belongings to put them in the same spot for her.

"Happy to see your heart didn't give out," Ford dismissed, watching his brother. "I was worried."

"Awwwww. Look at ya. Worried about lil ole me. How sweet," Stan teased with a laugh.

"Shut up," Ford huffed, turning away from Stan and folding his arms. He hated when Stan used his brotherly affection against him sometimes.

Stan laughed as he grabbed Solana's dress then left the room to go knock on the bathroom door.

"Solana?" he said loud enough for her to hear over the water.

"Yeah?" she called back at the same volume.

"Can I come in and give ya your dress?"

"Yeah, come in!"

Stan opened the door and quickly folded her dress up and put it on the sink counter. "I didn't know if ya wanted to uh...run from here to the room with my brother down here and all," he said loudly.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks! I was thinking about that actually," she laughed gently. "I appreciate it a lot. You're so sweet."

Stan's entire face flushed as he tried to hide a smile that she for certain wouldn't be able to see either way. "Yeah. No problem," he said with a nod.

"I'll be out in a few!"

"Take your time! I want ya to be able to get yourself together at your pace. Even though ya have to go in later for work."

Solana groaned. "Don't even remind me. I wish I could find a creative job that'd treat me better," she said, mostly to herself.

"A creative job? Like what?" Stan asked curiously, leaning onto the counter and folding his arms.

"Hmm...I'd love to draw for kids' books. That's the dream right there. I'd love to do that for the rest of my life if it paid me well enough," she admitted in a shy tone.

Stan mulled over her words for a while. "That sounds pretty stable and fun. There's always gonna be kids and they're always gonna wanna read to learn more. So there wouldn't be any shortage of opportunities."

"Yeah exactly. I'm just in the midst of trying to find an agent and get my work out there. It's been...tough. So I'm just working at Chip's place until I take off then I'll never have to see that creep again."

He winced slightly, agreeing with her on that sentiment.

"Sometimes I feel like Chip is a creature of the night or something. Guy never takes his sunglasses off. Either that or he just is always hung over or something," Solana joked.

Stan stopped in his tracks at her comment. Maybe he actually was something? But it was also just as likely for him to be a regular creep. He'd have to table that thought for later discussion with Ford. Maybe even Maze if he was desperate enough.

“Yeah…that’s…something,” he said thoughtfully. “I just hate that ya gotta work for him. He’s kinda…” “Pig headed? Disgusting? Grosssssss? Need I go on?” Solana laughed.

Stan laughed along with her. “No thanks. I’m good on that, actually. No need.”

Solana laughed even more. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

Stan laughed to himself some more. He stood there in silence for a moment before he realized that he was actually in the bathroom while she showered.

“Oh, I should probably get goin so ya can come out and do your business.” “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked already,” she chuckled.

Stan blushed and rubbed his chin a little at the memory of the night before. “Yeah but like…I don’t know. Just feels awkward. Ya know?”

“If you say soooooo,” she said in a singsong voice.

He blushed even more, not sure what to say to that. “Err…see ya outside,” he said quickly as he left, not leaving time for her to respond. He closed the door behind himself, then closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“Everything alright?” Ford asked.

Stan opened his eyes and jumped at the sound of his brother’s voice. “Don’t be sneakin around!” he fussed, his heart racing now.

Ford rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t be so nervous and smitten.”

“Sixer, don’t even go there with me. I could go on for hours about you and Fiddles.”

Ford was the one blushing now. “Stop bringing it up!”

“You stop first and I’ll stop next,” he snickered.

“I guess now your childishness is more appropriate for the age you’re at. Again,” Ford said, rolling his eyes and making his way back to the science-y part of the lab.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan neverminded. He heard the water turn off suddenly which made him jump again but away from the door. He moved towards Ford, his eyes glued to the door to see if she was coming out immediately or not. When she didn’t come out, Stan looked at his brother who was staring him directly in his face with a shit eating grin.

“What?” Stan asked, getting defensive.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen you this smitten and jumpy. Who are you? What have you done with the Stanley that was grumpier than the day is long? The one who’d curse at the sun for shining too bright???”

“Okay, okay. I got it, I got it. I still cuss at the sun. Now I’d cuss at the sun for hurting S-”

The bathroom door swung open suddenly, interrupting Stan’s train of thought. It was Solana. Finished with her shower.

“Uhhhh at the risk of being even more of a bother, you wouldn’t happen to have any lotion would you?” She asked sheepishly.

“Uh…y-yeah! I got ya.” Stan led Solana back into the bedroom. He went to the nightstand where her phone was and opened the drawer to find what he assumed was a flowery smelling lotion. He pulled it out and handed it to her. “Good?”

“Perfect,” she said sweetly, kissing Stan on his cheek. “Thank you!”

Stan blushed again, looking everywhere but her. “Yeah. No problem,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.

“You don’t have to be so mysterious just because your brother is nearby, you know,” Solana said as she sat on the bed. “And before you say you’re not, you are.”

Stan was stumped at how she just knew he was going to say something in response. He stood there, unsure of what to say next.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to stump you,” she said while she was rubbing the lotion on. “I just can read people sometimes. That’s all. And you’re an open book, Stanley Pines,” Solana said with a light laugh at the end.

Again, he didn’t know how to respond. He just stood there in mild disbelief that she was this bold with him.

“Also, brunette’s a good color on you,” she said with a light hum while she was focused on lotioning up her legs.

“Yeah?” He asked, his face red as a tomato.

“Yeah. I never would have pegged you for a brunette if I’m being honest. Totally thought black hair was the vibe.”

“I dyed it black once and I just ended up looking like I stepped straight outta the Godfather movies,” Stan sighed.

Solana laughed at that. “I would have loved to see that, honestly.”

“Maybe I’ll do it again and grow a mustache or somethin,” he teased.

“Oh my god, the Marlon Brando mustache would be fucking hilarious.”

“I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Stan said in his best impression of the actor.

Solana burst out laughing. “That was legit so good. You missed your calling as an actor,” she joked.

Stan laughed too, loving the energy between them at the moment. She really was just a little ray of sunshine. It was so infectious.

Eventually, Solana finished putting lotion on and Stan was in the shower himself by this point. She slipped her shoes on then grabbed her purse and phone. She made sure she had everything and walked out of the room, straight into a staring contest with Ford, who was sitting across the open area from her. He was sitting there, watching her every move, wondering what her motives were.

“Do I…have something on my face?” Solana asked, wiping her face.

“No. I’m just trying to figure you out,” Ford said bluntly.

“Figure me out?” Solana asked, laughing faintly as she adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

“Yes. Figure you out. As much as Stanley and I fight, I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Solana made an incredulous expression. “I…I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not in the ‘hurting people for fun’ sort of business. I’ve been hurt a lot and I wouldn’t dream of doing it to anyone else. Especially Stan. He’s a sweetheart and a perfect gentleman.”

Ford started laughing then stopped when he realized she wasn’t joking. “I can’t believe Stan is getting this sort of review from someone. It’s always grumpy or hard to deal with or crass or…some other thing that’s negative.”

“Well…I don’t know Stan too well just yet but he’s never come off as any of that to me.”

Ford nodded a bit, mulling over her words. “Who’s Will?” He asked, bluntly, again.

Solana made a face at that question. “Will? Were you looking at my phone?” She asked, clutching her purse.

“I wasn’t. Stan was though. He said he doesn’t have the credibility to ask you these sorts of questions yet but I have no stake, so.”

She grit her teeth in annoyance. “What goes on in my phone is none of your business and its not Stan’s either,” she said curtly before turning to go up the stairs.

“He just wants to be sure that he doesn’t get too involved with you and you’re…with someone else,” Ford added quickly as she turned.

Solana let out a derisive laugh. “If I was with someone else, I wouldn't be here with Stan, now would I?” She asked in a rude tone before going up the stairs, leaving no space for Ford to follow up.

Time passed as Solana waited for Stan in the store part of the shack. She didn’t know where else to sit so she just sat on the counter. It was still early in the morning so no one was there yet. Not even the new manager. As dedicated as he was.

Footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs from behind the vending machine. Solana’s heart raced at how she was going to confront Stan for looking at her phone. She wasn’t even sure if she should because it doesn’t seem like he was malicious with his intent but it was still a breach of privacy. But how could she blame him for being a little bit concerned that there was someone else in the picture?

The vending machine moved to reveal Stan in a casual white t-shirt, some jeans, and a bomber jacket that looks like it hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time. It was entirely too pristine. The gold chain from the previous night made another appearance too. He was trying to make an impression, that much was for sure. She could smell his cologne wafting from across the room. It was so intoxicating.

Is this…what he was like in the prime of his life? Suddenly she forgot why she was upset in the first place.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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madfantasy · 1 year ago

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Dears;

Sleepless

I didn't know that I could be more sleep deprived, more in the sense that the nightmares of death and murder wakes me up in fever and chest burn now.

I thought I was okay and I was just witnessing and grieving over everything happening in this world, I can't much speak on it but with my siblings, my guardians ofc know and part of our family even affected by the "wars" that raged in and around 🍉, I still feel just as suffocated, useless, helpless and isolated as I feel everyday if not more. The internet remains my only window to the world..

The only thing I could able to talk to my guardians about is that telling them I feel immense guilt, my other half, my other home is being wiped out, land stripped of human warmth, from recent and ancient memories, all the structures old and new, the nature that hugged it tightly and the music that floated from it's midst. And here I am carrying nothing but a blood connection and writing in immaculate Arabic, one thing I was consistently praised on and ment alot to me in terms of belonging, but literally can't understand the casual/slang part of it no matter how I think I get it. Which I understand finally is what called: a late diagnosis of autism, possible related to those specific speaking patterns.

I'm 80% nonverbal, and when I find my voice, specifically when it comes to expressing myself, everything I say sounds like riddles or poems instead of plain direct speech with clear indication and values. I take so long revising these little writings to make sure at least they are coherent. It's often frustrating as suddenly not being able to scream when u need..

In the same time, I can't deal with being perceived, I can not even interact with what I've shared on my TT or @madmanii because my brain just shuts down, it doesn't matter what's the situation, as long there's social interactions, my rational blanks and stops translating sense to me.. it might be so good I can't even say how much intensely I love it, same as bad.. Even through art, and I thought because it is in art form, something I feel more able expressing, I can't say more or do more or give more engagement than this. While engagement with my art shocks me each time as if It was the first time. It takes all my remaining soul to make this art, this last tether to my sanity and humanity, so I have unmeasured gratitude..

The only release to this raging sense of belonging and grief I had all my life is to make stories, OCs. Those two are just fantasy-ed version of the 2 homes I'm from. But never shared more drawings of them because I did not want to be identified and get any "anything-against-mainstream" phobia towards me as I've been punished for it severely lots in real life. They are even not a romantic pair, just bromancing and 'too' beautiful, and I still drew many other romantic ships and posts them, regardless..

But I worry too much and often my art, posts or whatever is never seen..

Whatever it's the algorithm or doing communication, I can't not do more of what is socially 'required' to be seen and heard, my art is all I can offer and as it always shows me it's never enough, I tried so hard that my art for the first time in my life became just another burden and chore instead of a sanctuary and brain food. Whatever I did, I don't have a presence online, I only have the few Snape fans who truly care about me and showed me humanity I've never known. But I still don't have numbers or popularity, and at this point I'm so burn out from trying that I don't care I'm losing followers or have no likes, it's silence on both ends now...

I wish I could achieve more and be more helpful and not worry about fearing anything, my existence here online is done by secret to begin with and not consistent cuz I have trash net, and I don't know how to do more.. even for myself..

It's my birthday month, and that's ticks down one year of six..

About perception I relate to Hard: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNQeJy8u/

Thank u for reading, Sweet dreams, precious 🖤❤️

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Young Loves

1.2 Second Chance At First Line

Teen Wolf x Aurora Young (oc)

A/N: this part is going to be way shorter because Aurora just didn't seem to fit in until the end of the episode

Finishing up my make-up test, I start making my way down to the boy's locker room. Practice should be over, which means my ride will be somewhere in that smelly room.

I'm not far away when I hear someone shout, "Get away from me!" But- wait, I know that voice. Scott? Wtf?!

As I start running to get to the room, growling erupts. Oh fuck no

I round the corner and almost come face-first with a fire extinguisher. Stiles is panting just as much as I am, as I breathe out, "What in the actual hell was that?"

His face crumbles with fear, stuttering out, "No, Rory, stay here, please god just stay here." While saying this he manages to start pushing me back from the room, panic etched in every motion his body makes.

"Stiles..." Scott groans out, gaining our attention once again.

The aforementioned boy looks at me and mouths "Stay" before he turns to peek into the room. Once I see his shoulders sag in relief, I come up behind him, hovering over his back. As we make our way into the room, I see Scott hunched over himself on a bench. "What happened?" he questions, not meeting our eyes.

Stiles drops the makeshift weapon and hisses, "What happened? What happened was that you literally almost ripped me to shreds. Alright, dude, that's what just happened."

He continues while pacing around the area, "It's exactly what I told you. The anger- your pulse rising. That's the trigger."

Lacrosse is the wrong game for Scott then, and he quickly realizes it. Saying what Stiles feels too guilty to say, I add, "Scott, you can't play Saturday."

"Rory, I just made the first line"

Stiles finishes, "Not anymore"

****

I open my door to see Stiles rocking on his heels, waiting to be let in. I decided that we needed to hang out without Scott, so we could talk about our new furry problem.

Once we get settled in my room, Stiles breaks the silence, "Do you think he'll actually listen to us?"

"For missing Saturday's game?" I question, "No way. He wants to impress Allison."

"My dad might be coming. What if Scott goes ballistic? How am I supposed to explain that my best friend has turned into a cliche movie trope?"

"You could ask him to quit."

"Ha ha, real funny Rory."

"Or, you could tell him Scott's on drugs. That's probably what his mom is thinking anyway."

"I wish Scott was on drugs," Stiles pauses, seeing the confused smirk plastered on my face, "no, not like that. Just that if he was on drugs I would know how to help him. I've never met a werewolf, so I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's fair. Plus you are more likely to die like this, than if he was on drugs."

"God, you are really not helping my anxiety right now Aurora." Damn, not the full name.

I start to apologize but get interrupted by my phone ringing. Allison is calling. Looking to Stiles, I flash my phone screen at him, before answering the call. The girl launches into the latest gossip, which of course I already knew about. How Scott separated Jackson's shoulder during practice, and now he has to play on Saturday. I give Stiles a pity smile, as he helps me up, getting ready to meet Allison. So much for our hangout. I could have declined her, but the tense energy in the room with Stiles was getting to be a bit much. It was clear I was pissing him off, so I figured it would be better to leave him be. Let him sort out his thoughts and come to me later with them.

****

"Tell us what they're saying!" Stiles demands, using Scott's new hearing to our advantage. His dad, and a few others a standing just out of ear shot, and Stiles is eager to be a fly on the wall.

"Curfew because of the body."

Stiles is pissed, "Unbelievable. The dick who actually killed her is roaming around, exerting his free will. While my dad is trying to catch a make-believe rabid animal."

"What if Derek didn't kill her?" I question, which gives me two incredulous looks. "Hear me out, he probably didn't kill her himself. But what if he knows who or what killed her. For all we know it really was a rabid animal."

Scott completely disregards my words, "You can't exactly tell your dad about Derek."

"Well I can do something," oh awesome, they both are going to ignore me, "I'm gonna find the other half of the body." Huh?

****

The rest of my day goes smoother than my two idiot friends. I leave them alone for half a day and when we meet up again, at the freaking Hale house, I hear all about their adventures.

Apparently, Scott found the other half before Stiles could, hence our current location. But just to double-check, they went down to the morgue to sniff the first half. Gross. Then, Scott found bite marks on the legs of the corpse. Double gross.

"Wait- somethings different," Scott says, making my anxiety spike just a little. But he counters his statement by saying, "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

****

It's almost an hour later, when we finally find something in the hole we've been digging. It's something in a sack, that's been tied securely by like a thousand knots.

Being the only one with nails, I begin untying them. Once I get enough leeway, I unveil what I can- then promptly scream my lungs out.

Stiles and Scott are quick to grasp my shoulders and haul me up and out of the hole. We all land on the ground and look to each other for confirmation of what is below us. "What the hell is that?!" I yelp out, my heart bursting.

"A wolf" both boys huff out.

"Yeah, I can fucking see that. But you," I say pointing to Scott, "said you smelled blood. I thought you meant human blood not a fucking severed wolf's head's blood!" My hands are shaking as I accuse him. He doesn't meet my eyes but grasps my hands in his to stop the shaking.

"I said something was different."

Stiles just rolls his eyes at his friend's statement. "We got to get out of here."

Both boys jump into action, as I sit the re-burial out, still trying to slow my racing heart. Looking around, I notice a singular flower in bloom amongst the dirt. Not having it, I call out Stiles' name, and he gives me his attention. I just point at the flower, and he gets the hint, climbing out of the hole and over to where my finger pointed.

"Wolfsbane." That is all he says, which doesn't sound too good for Scott. He starts grasping at the root of the flower, but unveils a rope attached to it. Stiles continues to pull it from the ground, walking around in a circle a few times.

"Guys," Scott breaks our trance. I look at him, then to where his eyes have landed, and shriek again. Stiles is crowded against my back in an instant, dropping the flower/rope combination.

What was once a wolf's head has not become a girl's head.

A human girl's head.

A dead, severed human girl's head, that is missing her lower half.

****

Huddled up against Stiles' jeep, we watch Derek being led away in handcuffs. He looks at us, and I can't help by notice he looks almost disappointed. Not guilty or surprised at being caught, just sad.

I don't ponder it for too long because Stiles wraps a hand around my wrist and starts to drag me away, to the cop car. Where Derek was just put into. Great.

I try firmly planting my feet into the ground, muttering no's under my breath. But to no avail, as he just tugs me further. He opens the door and waits for me to climb in.

Noticing my pleading eyes he says, "Rory, let's just talk to him. Just for a few minutes." He gives me his own pleading eyes, and I cave, sliding into the passenger seat. He walks around the car and gets into the driver's side.

"Just so you know, we aren't afraid of you." WE?! Excuse me but I am deeply afraid of him.

Stiles looks to me, so I can back him up, but I just cower away from his gaze. I see Derek's eyebrow raised mockingly.

"Fine. I just want to know one thing. That girl you killed," Stiles jabs his finger at Derek, "she was a werewolf. But she was different, right? Because she could turn into an actual wolf."

Catching onto his theory, I finally raise my voice, "Is that why you killed her?"

Derek answers back, "Why are you so worried about me, when it's your friend back there you should be worried about? What happens when he turns at that game? Rory," holy fuck he knows my name, "what happens when you're the next body found?"

Stiles head almost pops off his shoulders, but his dad stops anything from happening. He yanks his son from the vehicle, and gives me a stern look, making me stumble out of the car.

Not wanting to be privy to another scolding, I move to stand next to Scott. Noticing my shaken-up state he asks what happened in the car.

"Scott, you can't play in the game." is all I say.

"Aurora," he tries again, "What did Derek say to you in that car?"

Looking up in his eyes, I say, "What if the next body that's found is mine?" I feel tears spring to my waterline.

Scott's face crumbles and I've never seen him sadder. "Rory," he starts softly, placing his hands atop my shoulders, rubbing his thumbs back and forth in soothing circles, "That won't happen. That won't ever happen. Alright, I guarantee it."

All I can do is just nod my head, trying to hid my oncoming sniffles. He pulls me into his chest, cradling the back of my head.

This is getting too real.

****

Of course, our warnings aren't headed, which is why I am currently sat in Allison's car, driving to the game. Where Scott will in fact be playing.

To make matters worse, her freaking dad is coming with us. Her big bad werewolf-hunting dad. Scott is soooo fucked.

****

"God Scott, come on- you can do this," I say under my breath. We are so close to winning, even I can taste it. Scott just has to make this shot.

After I say it, Scott looks up at my position in the crowd- right, werewolf hearing. Duh- cause that's just a normal part of my life now. Then he looks right next to me, where his crush and her friend are holding a sign that says, "Jackson is #1". I refused to help them, reminding my redheaded friend that I liked Scott a hell of a lot better than Jackson.

Scott shoots.... and makes it!!!!! GOALLLLL!!!

Everyone bursts into cheers and I spot Stiles jumping up and down like an idiot in excitement.

I start making my way down to said idiot, eager to be in his presence, and congratulate Scott. But when I arrive, Scott is nowhere to be found on the field.

It's like Stiles and I share a brain, as we both stalk off to the locker rooms. It's the only other place Scott would be.

We walk in and Stiles round the corner first, before abruptly turning around and pushing me against the wall. "Stiles, what the fuck?" I whisper, worried that Scott's having another freakout. But Stiles just puts a finger to his lips, and motions for me to look where we just looked.

I peek around the corner and my heart sinks just a little. Allison and Scott are making out and I feel like the world's worst friend. I must have been watching for too long because Stiles gently pulls me back. He makes a face, sticking out his tongue in mock disgust. I mirror him, careful to hide my fragile heart.

I see Allison pass by us, and I almost think we're in the clear before she greets us. Stiles and I give her sheepish waves, and she just laughs.

"Come on Rory, my dad probably thinks we're making out in here instead of Scott and me," and then she adds, "And maybe Stiles and you?"

I push Stiles off me and wrap myself around her awaiting arm, "As if" is all I say.

#teen wolf #fic rec #dylan o'brien #fiction #fanfic #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #stiles x oc #allison argent imagine #allison argent #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic

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oillydiya · 1 year ago

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 11 : Clear the air

Talk: Sorry for the delay in updating I've been swamped with adventures at Hogwarts. Note: This chapter might be a bit shorter, forgive my brevity. I promise to bring you more of our journey without delay.

Sansa had been busy exploring the gallery for her much-anticipated final art exhibition happening next week. After wrapping up her quick chat with the gallery representative, she made her way back to the apartment.

The elevator dinged open, and she stepped into the apartment space.

"I'm back," she called out to him. She spotted Cillian lounging by the sofa, absorbed in something on the screen.

"What's up?" she queried.

He swiveled towards her, his face breaking into a warm smile. "How'd it go? Do you like the gallery?"

"It was amazing. Roomy, can fit a crowd, super reachable. Thanks a ton. But what are you getting into?" she asked, driven by curiosity. Instead of replying, Cillian walked up, scooped her up, and sat her on the bar.

"What's the plan here?" Sansa chuckled, thrown off yet amused by his antics. Cillian responded with a playful tap on her nose, making her laugh at his teasing.

"Two weeks ago, I met a woman. She walked into a restaurant in total disarray, laden with things, looking utterly chaotic. And she just sat down next to my table," he reminisced, hands gently framing her face.

"I think she was pretty cute until some dude tried his luck. She wasn’t having any of it."

"Wow! She sounds interesting! I think she's pretty unique for being able to sleep in the middle of a restaurant without caring about who's watching. And I felt absolutely great when she stopped her friend from taking pictures of me, saying it was too intrusive. She's so adorable for that. It's something most people often forget - respecting others' privacy."

"I love when her started making that little kitten sound, begging her friend in the middle of the restaurant. It was so cute, I couldn’t take my eyes off her -- her friend was right when she said others should see how adorable she is. Especially when she was talking to the cheeseburger, she looked so cute and quirky."

Sansa burst into laughter, "I must have seemed so crazy then."

Cillian laughed, "Seriously! When she started singing, her voice enchanted everything around, making it impossible for me to stop thinking about her. I wanted to know who she was, what she did, where she lived -- and just like that, luck was on my side when you needed someone to give feedback on your art. It let me dive deeper into knowing her - she's really one of a kind, he paused, playfully pinching Sansa's cheek.

"All my buddies were dying for her contact info, but no way. I wanted it all to myself. Yeah, I'm kinda greedy like that!"

She laughed at his boldness.

"When she was like, 'How about we meet at her apartment?' I literally yelled out loud in the coffee shop. It was my ticket to getting to know her even better. The more we chatted and got to know each other, the more I just wanted to hang out with her!"

"That kiss? Totally not an accident. I meant to do it," he said, raising an eyebrow with a cheeky grin.

Sansa's eyes widened in surprise... "You're nuts! I was freaking out, worried you'd think I was flirting too hard," she said, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Who could resist? You're drop-dead gorgeous," he replied, cool as a cucumber.

Before Cillian continued, pouring his heart out, "I really liked that kiss of her, awkward as it might have seemed, like she was about to choke at any moment." She doubled over laughing at his description because it sounded like the worst kiss ever.

"To be honest, I swore under my breath countless times whenever I saw her. Seriously, she's just stunning, perfect in every way."

"When she told me she never had sex before, it drove me wild. I had to remind myself to stop right there because she was too innocent for me. But when she looked at me with those eyes and asked if I could teach her, I lost all control. I just couldn't resist anymore," he explained, softly touching her face. "That turned out to be the best sex I've had in ten years. I'm crazy about her and feel so lucky to have found her and to be with her right now."

"Sansa! Meeting you at that restaurant might have been coincidence, but falling in love with you was completely intentional."

"I'm sorry for the last few days, for upsetting you. I've realized I really don't want to lose you. Please forgive me, Sansa," he said, feeling guilty, while lovingly holding her hand against his cheek.

"I promise, I won't make you sad, and this isn't just about having sex for a while. I want to be in a relationship with you. Let's be together, okay?"

In that moment, Sansa felt overflowing. She looked into the eyes of the man in front of her, Cillian! His words felt like magic, making her believe everything he said. She had forgotten all the sadness from the past few days, even forgetting that he was married!

"I stopped being mad at you since I saw your face last night," she replied before pulling him in for a kiss.

'I'm hopelessly falling in love with him!' Sansa thought to herself.

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years ago

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hiii ummm as someone who hasn’t listened to any of vega’s stuff (and is a little scared to) i just wanted to ask what you like about him. ok thanks bye :3

Hi!!

ALSO OH MY GOD!!! I WILL GLADLY TELL YOU!

(also tagging @clover-46 so she can be like "oh yeah this all makes sense. im a vega simp now.)

Don't be scared to listen to his playlist if you don't mind the gaslighting and such. He's not mean to Warden, but is actually kind of sweet to them. But if you dont like second guessing if youre being manipulated or not, then yeah... don't listen to his playlist. He's very sneaky.

-- TO MY LIST NOW --

I typically just go for villain/anti-heroes. Red flags are, unfortunately, what I find attractive. (in fiction and reality :') ) NOT ALL THE TIME THOUGH I SWEAR I HAVE COMMON SENSE

His annunciation. The way he speaks just scratches a very nice part of my brain. And if someone has a nice voice, it tends to capture my heart. It's more than just vocal fry, deepness, ect. It's the way he speaks.

He's multifaceted. At first we think he's evil because we see him from Freelancer's perspective. But when Carpe Deus comes around, it shows him in a different reality. He didn't just do what he did to Ivan because he wanted some yummy snacks. There was a genuine reason behind it.

I love the way he interacts with people. It's kind of patronizing but so subtle that you notice it, but you dont notice the extent of it.

He's poetic. He has such an extensive vocabulary, and he doesn't swear often. There's something to say about someone who is able to absolutely verbally obliterate someone, all without really swearing.

He's a sadism demon. (iykyk)

Vega doesn't actually touch Warden all that much. (from my understanding he just touches them when they need help) And irl I literally hate it when people touch me. So having a character that canonically doesn't have a lot of clear show of touching the listener took me out of the way I simp over fictional character and made it more how I simp over irl people. There's two sides.

His pet name for Warden (besides warden). Being called "Darling" makes me all flustered. Sam's is a bit different because he leaves off the "g", which leads back to the annunciation. There are a few words that sound better when you leave off letters, but for me Darling isn't one of them. (That doesn't mean I don't enjoy Sam's "Darlin", but just not as much as I enjoy Vega's "Darling")

I mentioned this before in a separate post, but Imp!Vega is very soft with Pet (that pet name omg im melting). I'm of the opinion that every canon character has the same qualities as their Imp! counterparts, so Canon Vega has the same possibilities to be soft with Warden. Soft Vega hits different.

Vega has a demon listener. None of the other's have that, and Erik's Demons and Daemons system is so fascinating to me, that I jump on any chance to be a part of that. Also I love designing demons, so having a reason to make a demon OC that I can show off to people and they wont just be like "okay?" is very nice. It doesn't really have anything to do with Vega, but it's one of the reasons I like him.

His one liners. He thinks of them on the spot (yes ik its from a script, but from an immersion level) and that kind fo wit is hella attractive.

How sneaky he is. That takes a level of thought and intelligence to hide it. And I fall very easily if someone is smart. Especially if they don't say it outright, but these little things they do express it.

Going back to my attraction to red flags, the power imbalance between Warden and him. And I'm talking legitimately about magic power. He said he's much older than Warden and therefore is more powerful. Feeling small and insignificant in that kind of way lessens my anxiety so much.

He offers excuses. Not for his behavior (well he does that too, but that's not what I'm talking about.) but rather excuses to his love to safeguard them. He did that with Pet in case he lost against the imperium. He does it with Warden in case they get caught going with Vega. He doesn't want their lives to be messed up. it's a small way to show he cares, but grand displays overwhelm me.

He's very fun to write. I'll write for nearly every character if I love the world/fandom. But he's so complicated to write and fun. I get to put this psych degree I'm working towards (we'll see if I change my major this year or next year. Idek) into my writing and it's fun. It helps renew my passion for psychology since it's getting burned out for the past several months. (I've been into it since I was in middle school) I have so many pages in my docs and notebooks where it's just a full analysis on him. (Going back to he's an interesting character.

Also I'm just a total degenerate.

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT VEGA #I want more asks about him T-T #messenger of answers #Hi Andi!#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted vega #redactedverse

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter4

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pairing(Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both pandora and earth

Ages

OC Luaewe- 22

Neteyam-23

Kiri-23

Lo’ak-21

Tuktirey-10

Aonung- 23

Tsireya - 21

Warnings for chapter: discussion of sexual assault

I opened my eyes finding myself wrapped up in bed under a random blanket I had in my mauri. “Good morning.” My eyes shoot to locate the deepened voice making my body instantly tense up when I don’t find who it is.

I look over towards the table to find Neteyam sitting while sharpening his knife. I relax knowing it’s just him. “ good morning…. Did you see my mom?” I asked while adjusting the blanket around my feet.

He hummed and nodded his head. “She was here when I woke up.” Woke up? What- “ I didn’t feel safe leaving you here after what happened last night. Your mom said it was fine, even insisted I take her bed but I refused and slept on the floor.”

“Thank you… you didn’t have to do that…gosh I don’t even remember coming back here.” I sat up trying to retrace the steps from last night but nothing popped up.

He chuckled softly and looked at me, “I would be surprised if you did. You were asleep the whole ride back.” My eyes grow wide

“ huh? What? Why didn't you wake me up?”

“Ah ah ah I tried you threatened to bite me.” He said, pointing his finger “ and then when I tried again you literally bit my arm” No, he must be lying there no way I would have done that

“Lies! I did no- oh no” I shook my head and cupped my face. I heard him laughing and I let out a scoff. “I'm so sorry at first I thought- but then I remember doing that to Reya” He walked closer to my bed and handed me a bowl of porridge mixed with fruit.

“Gosh, I am so sorry .” I took the bowl. She smiled and sat down closer to me so that he could share the fruits that were inside. “No worries if I ever need someone to help me fight and bite people I know who to call.” I shook my head as he smirked at me.

I began to eat the different fruits in the bowl as we sat in silence… “ Reya also came by…to see if you were okay.” I looked up while slowly eating the porridge. But before I got the chance to say anything someone cleared their throat. Neteyam turned around quickly with his knife in one hand but released it once he saw who it was.

“Luaewe may I come in?” asked Tonowari. Neteyam looked back at me and I nodded my head while grabbing the blanket to cover me more. He walked in greeting both of us while giving Netyam a confused look almost as if he was wondering what he was doing here and not with his family, or partaking in the daily chores.

He crossed his fingers together and sat down on an untaken cushion. “There has been talk in the village all morning about something that happened last night, but after inquiring more all the stories were different….even my daughter was confused with what actually happened last night and since you are the common denominator in the stories and my son came home with a black eye once again I figured it was best to talk to you.”

Maybe I should have stayed asleep longer because who wants to deal with this first thing when they wake up? Not me! If he's so curious he should just ask his son. I let out a long sigh and moved the hair out of my face.

“I'm sure you are not kept in the dark about the pirates that go on after the homecoming celebration?” He cleared his throat and nodded. “To keep it simple your son did not like me dancing with Neteyam. He called me horrible names but worst of all he revealed something that was never supposed to be revealed because of his drunken mind… so I punched him.” Tonowari raised a brow and looked over Neteyam for confirmation. He nodded and Tonowari looked back at me.

“And what was this ‘something’ that was not supposed to be revealed?”

“Forgive me Olo’eyktan but this isn't some little secret the two of them were keeping. It is something you tell a friend because you trust them not to tell a soul.” Tonowari nodded his head slowly and looked at me with a conflicted face.

“ no, it's okay ‘Teyam…. I know you have a lot of duties to attend to so you may not remember but a couple of years ago before my sister died there was lots of gossip going around about me sleeping with a village member.”

He tensed up, “Yes, I remember there were a lot of complaints but I ignored them they were rumors.” I nodded slowly and let out another sigh. “He forced himself upon me when the big storm came that year and both my sister and I got separated in the forest-“

I watched as his face turned cold, “who is this man?” I shook my head. “ I do not know his name barely even his face. He just followed me around and took advantage of me that day….but he’s the one who started those rumors…�� I let out a shuddered breath and looked away from him.

“And he’s the one who got me pregnant and made me lose the baby.” This was the first time saying this out loud to anyone besides Reya she’s the one who found me that day after all.

Tonowari muttered something under his breath and clenched his jaw. “ I will find this man and return him back to great mother. No Na'vi, especially one of this clan should take place in such a horrendous act.”

He began to stand up. “Why was this not shared with me then?” He said softly. I shook my head and wiped the tears that had formed suddenly. “ I didn’t want blood in my hands, I was embarrassed…” he hummed and nodded his head.

“If he is not gone already he will be found….who else knows about this?” He asked, “ only Neteyam, Reya, Ao’nung, and my mom but only Reya knew about the baby well I suppose Neteyam knows now too.”

“ okay thank you for telling me Luaewe.” He dismissed himself. I let out a stressed sigh and vigorously rubbed my hands over my face.

None of this would have happened if he kept his damn mouth shut! Once again I’m made the talk of the village.

“Hey, it’s alright.” I felt his warm hand on my shoulder making me look up to see him, “he's getting what he deserves…and Ao’nung.” I shook my head

“This is not what I wanted. Why-*sighs* Why can't I just live without problems? Why must these things keep happening to me!?”

“I do not know why we have to be faced with issues like this, but what I do know is that you won't let this stop you from being who you are. You are not alone like you were all those years ago…. You have me, I'm sure once Tsireya finds out what truly happens she will be with you and Kiri. She might seem a little rough on the outside sometimes but even without you telling her what is going on she is immediately there to support you.” he said while brushing the hair that had fallen back I looked up to see his eyes staring right back at me. “Come, I know something that might cheer you up.” He smirked and I raised a brow.

“Uh, are you sure this is safe?” I asked slowly walking up to the Ikran that was called to the beach. “If it wasn't, would I let you do this?”

He chirped calling for the Ikrans’ attention, he calmly pets its head and gestured for me to come closer. I hesitantly walked up to it only for it to blow this big ass huff of air in my face.

“Gosh, dude! We are gonna need to get that breath of yours checked out.” As I turn to face Neteyam it sneezes on me. I turn around and gasp as the Ikran avoids my gaze.

I could tell Neteyam was holding back his laughter because he too turned away covering his mouth. “You think this is funny huh? How would you like it if I sneezed on you!?”

“ okay okay come on I don’t need a lecture from your mom on how I let her daughter fight an Ikran.” I smirked as he gestured for me to come closer. He connected his kuru and jumped on. He held his hand out for me to grab only to pull me right in front of him with my back pressed against his chest.

“ hold on.” He said close to my ear a trail of chills ran down my spine but that quickly was washed away by the screams coming through my mouth. He chuckled softly as we took off. If it wasn’t for me being scared I would have slapped him for laughing. He took my hands that were gripping some random part of the seat and placed it where I guess you would steer.

It wasn’t until he tightened his grip around my waist that I realized he was holding onto me.

“When the war is over I want to show you my home.” He said softly. I looked back to find him smiling with my grip still tight on the material. I leaned into his chest trying to seek comfort in this terrifying moment. “When we flew here I saw a cool place but we couldn’t stop there. It might not be as cool as my hideout spot back home but I figured you would like it maybe even find some crystals.”

“I can't wait to see what it’s like-wait are you sure we could even do this? Don't you have train-”

“This is more important than training.”

We ended up finding a cave to relax in it was hidden by a couple of vines but we eventually made it to a safe spot that wasn’t moss-covered. “Ah I know that word Lo’ak says it a lot!” I chirped causing him to chuckle at me.

We were watching what he said was a movie. I didn't fully understand what the people were saying only some words here and there but Neteyam did his best to try and translate. “Yes, he used to get into lots of trouble once it slipped out my dad's mouth.” I grabbed a handful of berries into my hand and started eating them. My eyes widened as the music became more ominous.

I slowly went to grab a berry from my palm too intrigued about what was going to happen next. “ AAAAAH!” I jolt in fear not being able to hold my scream back. I clutched my chest and looked over to Neteyam who was smirking at the whole thing. All my berries were gone, they all had flown out of my hand and rolled to a different part of the cave.

“You knew that was going to happen and you did not warn me.” He shrugged his shoulders and continued eating the nuts he had.

“Not my fault, you are a scaredy cat.”

“A what!” I slapped his arm, even though I didn’t recognize the word I knew it was an insult. He chuckled and playfully winked at me.

“ I don’t even know what that means and you dare insult me! Psh says the one who watches this crazy stuff!” I playfully push him letting a chuckle escape my mouth.

He held his hands up in defense. “Talk to my father about that he is the one who I took this from.” I huffed and reached for some of the snacks he had in his hand.

“ I definitely will we need to have a serious talk!” Before I could even get any nuts out of his hand he took one and threw it at my head. “You little-“ I hiss at him. “First you insulted me now you throw nuts! You are soooo asking for it Neteyam.” He stood up suddenly and continued to toss food at me. It wasn't until I jumped up from my spot that he actually started running.

He was fast but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. He turned around for a split second and without even thinking I jumped at him. Which ended with us both falling

We both were confused but started laughing once we noticed the nuts thrown all over the place.

I rolled off of him and smirked while looking at the different glowing flora on the top of the cave.

“Thank you for this.” He reached over to my hair and pulled one of the nuts out of my hair and ate it. I snorted trying to stifle my laughter making him smile. “It's what friends are for right?”

“You owe me some berries when we get back.” He scoffed

“ I don’t owe you anything you’re the one that got scared!” I playfully rolled my eyes.

“ okay and! You are the one who picked that scary ass movie and threw nuts at me!” He smirked while looking back at me.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Dinner? With his family? I mean it shouldn’t be that bad. I’ve been around his siblings a handful of times but I’ve only met his once. His playful nudge pushed me out of my thoughts.

He chuckled “ you good over there?”

“Y-yeah, it's just I've never really been around your parents I don’t know if they will like me.”

“That's what you are worried about? Considering you helped save my brother, ma Oare, you are in good standing with them.” I felt my heart beat fast and my cheeks flush with heat.

“Ma Oare?” I questioned. His eyes grew wide mumbling something in the language the people in the movie spoke. “ huh?” I raised a brow even more confused. He shook his head and reached to his wrists to tie his hair up.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to slip out j-just ignore it.” He said in a flustered tone quickly shifting his gaze back to the flora. “ why it’s cute I mean I call ‘teyam from time to time it’s only right I get a name as well.” I playfully shoved him trying to lighten up the mood and smiled shyly

We stayed like that for a bit but eventually shifted back to the movie. By the time he flew us back it was around lunchtime and everyone was gathered together or in their mauri.

“Luaewe” I heard someone call out my name as I was walking home. I turned around only to see Ronal starting at me. His eyes shifted to Neteyam by my side but quickly went back to me. “Yes Tsahik?”

“Come, we should talk.” What is there to talk about? We both started walking towards her “ alone.”

“Oh it’s fine he-“

She raised a brow, “is he your mate?”

“No, but-“

“Then he can wait outside or go eat now come.” She disappeared inside her mauri and I let out a sigh.

“You should go I don’t know how long this will take.”

“Are you sure I can wa-“ I shook my head and gave him a smile. “ no it’s okay I’ve already kept you long enough go eat.”

He didn’t move so I gently pushed him still keeping the smile on my face letting him know I was fine. “ okay you know where to find me when you need me.” I nodded my head and he finally left but not without me giving him another push.

I walked into her home and she was sat on the floor grabbing different herbs. “ lie down.” She said softly.

I followed her instructions, watching as he pulled out different needles. It was then that I finally realized what was going on.

When he assaulted me for the second time then decided to beat me to a pulp when he found out I was pregnant that was the day I lost the baby… I didn’t know until Reya brought me to her mother. She found me on the outskirts of the island bleeding out and face battered up.

And every year after that event Ronal would check if I had healed from the miscarriage. And every year was the same thing ‘ very little progress has been made but that’s okay you are young it will happen soon

Of course, I was young I was only 17 when it happened. “Have you been drinking the tea?” She asked while pressing down on my abdomen. “Yes, but not today. It slipped my mind.”

“ That boy…. Do you like him?” She looked up at me waiting for a response. “Yes, I wouldn’t be friends with someone I didn’t like.

“Families.....that's the same thing Tsireya said about that boy Lo’ak but I know what I see.” She said as if she was making a statement.

She grabbed the needle and poked it in my abdomen quickly transferring the blood to the bowl of herbs. She mixed it well and walked toward the light with it.

She hummed and walked back. “Everything has finally healed.” I sat up and gave her a slight smile.

“How are you doing with the pregnancy?” She gave me a shocked look. “How did you - not even Tonowari knows yet?”

Well, I guess it’s a good thing he’s not here. Then I would have ruined a surprise. “ I don’t know you just have this feeling that is different from other expecting mothers have it when I weave with them.” She scoffed in amazement and smirked at me.

“You have a good sense you should come learn with Tsireya.” I chuckled and shook my head. No, I don’t think healing is my skill. I’m much better at weaving plus I’m sure others would not want me- never mind.”

She walked closer and sat down. “ ack! those people are simply stupid they judge even when they do not know… come for a day and if you do not like it I won’t push.” She said giving my leg a squeeze as she finished.

“ okay, just one lesson.” She smiled despite what most may see. Ronal smiled quite a lot when it came to talks like this. Maybe it was the mom in her most people only saw her scowling or were too intimidated to even look her way.

But I never saw her as that she just had a hard outer shell but inside she’s such a caring person when she’s not scolding or cursing at you for doing something stupid to get yourself hurt.

“And just like how you knew about this.” She gestured to her belly. “ I know those eyes that boy Neteyam Carries around.” She smirked making me scoff in response.

“Even if that were true I’m not ready to take a mate.” She nodded giving off the impression that she was listening but did not believe me. “Go…go have lunch, it is good to see that you are okay.” she patted my tight and I smiled and got up.

“ Tsireya will be happy she is not the youngest anymore.” She chuckled and gently pushed me out. The walk back to my home was short. I moved the beads that served as a semi-sun blocker and walked in.

I greeted my mother and she instantly got up to hug me. She hummed “ my ‘itetsyìp.”

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miss-smutty · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in.

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

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