#There was hella shit on my desk and some on my nightstand too and now they’re just sideways on top of my bed all covered up

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Genuinely how are some people so incredibly stupid bc like how do you cover all of someone’s belongings in plastic so that they’re inaccessible and not tell them beforehand…I ❤️ construction workers!!

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here and now

elide x lorcan, modern au/gym au, NSFW, word count: 2689 an: if u need a visual aid to imagine lorcan, think winston duke. this is dedicated to @sassyhobbits.

Elide woke up slowly, an hour or so after her boyfriend had left for the gym. She stared at the ceiling of their bedroom for a while. Their bed was so comfortable, and Elide felt perfectly content to bask under the covers, her head cradled by soft pillows.

Slowly, she dragged herself out of bed. The cool air hit the bareness of her legs and arms, so Elide grabbed Lorcan’s hoodie where he’d tossed it over the armchair. She donned it while she stumbled out of the room. Today, she decided, would be an easy day. After she’d made breakfast, she’d sit down to finish the next chapter of her book to get it to her editor, Aelin. It was raining outside, and she knew that it was meant to continue all day. Idly, she thought about making something comforting and homey for dinner.��

After she set an album to play, Elide moved slowly through her morning routine. She fixed her tea first, then munched on a thick slice of bread slathered in fresh, salty butter. Lorcan would be at his gym for an hour or so more, unless he stayed later to deal with the business aspect of it. 

Elide smiled a bit while she got cream and sugar for her tea – today was going to be a good day. She felt it when Lorcan had kissed her good-bye, briefly waking her up. 

The music paused abruptly. From their bedroom, Elide heard her phone ringing incessantly. She doubled back, grabbing it from the nightstand. Lorcan’s contact flashed over the screen, and she swiped her thumb over the button. “Hi, baby,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied, sounding tense. “Can you come to the gym and bring me some pants? I had an… accident.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh, shi—” she laughed a bit, covering her mouth with her hand. “I meant, oh no.” Elide heard him scoff. “Do you, um, is it just pants? Not underwear too?”

“Hellas, ‘lide, I did not shit or piss myself,” he said lowly. “Can you please just get over here? Now?”

Elide shoved the rest of her bread in her mouth, her voice muffled, “Yeah, I’ll be there soon, baby.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Elide walked past the front gates. She smiled briefly at Borte, the resident yogi-slash-capoeira instructor who was manning the front desk. Normally, Elide would stop to chat, but she didn’t have any time today. Elide hurried to the back, where Lorcan’s office was. He’d drawn the shades. On the door, there was a sign that indicated he wasn’t to be disturbed, supposedly because he was in a meeting. 

She knocked lightly, “Lorcan? I’m here.” She covertly glanced side to side, then continued, “I brought the stuff.”

“Door’s open.”

Elide let herself in, immediately shutting and locking the door behind her. 

Lorcan sat behind his desk, sporting a stoney, intimidating expression. It was intimidating to anyone who wasn’t Elide. She arched her brow, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s embarrassing.”

Elide approached him and rounded the desk to lean against it. Immediately, her eyes dropped to his lap. He wasn’t wearing anything except for his boxers. She eyed him curiously. 

Lorcan scrubbed his eyes, “I split my shorts.”

She laughed a bit, “What?”

His eyes shut in resentment. “I was doing squats,” Lorcan said in a clipped voice, “and they- the seams split, Elide. They just broke.” He gestured to a rumpled pile of fabric. 

Elide gawked, her eyes falling back to his thick thighs. “So… your thighs are too thick for your shorts? Is that what you’re saying?”

Lorcan worked his jaw. “Yes.”

She gasped a bit, her heart thumping. “Hellas below,” she whispered.

A red blush dusted the tops of his cheeks. “Yeah, I um,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “outgrew ‘em, I guess.”

Elide sucked in her bottom lip. Her heart rate sped up. Holy gods. Obviously, she knew her boyfriend was big, but splitting his shorts because of a couple squats was a whole other level of big. And hot. It was hot. She set her bag down, inching closer to him. 

He looked at the bag, completely oblivious to her intrigue. “Are my pants in there?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elide hummed. She moved so she was seated on the desk, her legs dangling on either side of his. Her eyes slowly roved over him, eating him up. She ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders. Gods, even his t-shirt was straining slightly to contain him. Elide wanted it gone. She wanted to smooth her hands all over his magnificent mass and dig her fingers into the meat of him. “And they’re completely ruined, your shorts?”

Lorcan sighed. His frustration was evident, blinding him to her growing desire. “Yeah. My ass was practically out.”

Elide clicked her tongue. She poured fake sympathy into her honeyed tone, “Oh, big guy, I’m sorry.” She leaned down, kissing the edge of his stubbled jaw.

“I really fuckin’ liked those shorts, they don’t make ‘em anymore!”

She moved her hand to the back of his neck and gently scratched his skin with her long nails. “Anything I can do to make it better?”

“I dunno, I guess buy me a new pair of shorts?”

Elide laughed softly before kissing him gently. “Anything else?”

Lorcan paused. He cupped the side of her head, briefly deepening the kiss. “What d’ya mean ‘anything else’?”

She dragged her hand down his chest, “Mmm, you know…” Elide pressed her lips against his jaw again, marking a path down to the collar of his t-shirt. His breath hitched as she traced her tongue over his collarbone, then nipped at his amber skin. “I wanna make you feel good.”

He grasped the sides of her head and tugged her up to claim her lips. “What’s this for?”

“You,” she breathed, finally breaking and letting herself rest one of her hands on his thick thigh, “broke your shorts.”

“‘m not this upset about it,” Lorcan murmured.

Elide shook her head, leaning her forehead against his and breaking the kiss. “No, you’re- you’re not listening.” She inhaled deeply, “Your thick thighs ruined your shorts, and that is not embarrassing, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

Realisation flashed through his eyes, and his full lips curled into a cocky smirk. “Shoulda known you didn’t wanna be here for me in my time of need, you just want my body,” Lorcan teased.

“Shut up,” she breathed just before their lips crashed together. They kissed hungrily, hands beginning to roam. Elide pressed her legs together when she felt heat spread through her centre. 

Lorcan lifted her off the desk to place her in his lap, the chair miraculously big enough for the both of them. She wrapped her arms around his head while she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue before she let go. 

Her boyfriend moaned a bit. He angled her head as he licked into her mouth filthily. 

Elide slowly ground herself against his thigh. One of Lorcan’s hands moved to her waist, big enough to cover her side and half her back. He aided her into a rhythm to ride the thick muscle. Lorcan dragged his lips over her cheek. “That’s it,” he said in her ear, his teeth teasing her earlobe. “Take what you need.”

She moaned, maybe it was his name. Elide held him tighter, wanting more and more. Her desperation was understood and mirrored as he dragged both of his hands down her back. Lorcan pushed them past the waistband of her leggings to grab her ass. She tilted her head up as she moved her hips, her breath caught in her throat.

Lorcan sucked on her skin, the sounds of his pleasure vibrating through her throat. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he encouraged her. 

Her generous breasts pushed against him while she moved, rocking back and forth on his thigh.

“Baby,” she gasped. 

He pushed her shirt up, forcing her arms to lift over her head while he rid her of her clothing. 

Elide was eternally grateful for her decision to forgo a bra that morning. The cold air of his office made her nipples pebble, and she gasped again when his big, warm hands cupped her breast. Lorcan circled his thumb over the peak. He leaned down, flicking his tongue over her nipple. She bit her bottom lip, muffling her moan. Elide wound her fingers in his hair to keep his head where it was. 

She ground against him harder, a wondrous pleasure blossoming at the apex of her thighs. 

His other hand gripped her ass momentarily before he cupped her other breast, pushing them up and together. Lorcan looked up at her before he took both nipples in his mouth simultaneously, pulling them with his teeth, flicking his tongue over them as Elide shuddered. She softly cried his name, her head completely tilted up. She rocked against him with added urgency.

Lorcan wanted to be inside her, he wanted to watch her break apart above him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she rode him fast, and Lorcan pulled away from her chest to watch her shatter. Fuck, she was beautiful. Elide thought he was magnificent, but she’d clearly never seen herself the way he did. 

Her hand migrated to his stomach as she unconsciously leaned away from him and rocked through the remnants of her orgasm. 

He followed her, running his hands down her back as he pressed kisses against her shoulder. 

Elide hummed, her eyes fluttering open. She looked down at him just as he looked up, and they surged forward, her need for him hardly satiated. 

Lorcan gripped her thigh tightly and stood up. He dropped her on the edge of his desk, moving his arm behind her to shove papers and files aside. He didn’t care where they landed. 

She grasped the sides of his head, hungrily kissing him as she reclined. Elide reached to the hem of his shirt. They parted only long enough to rid him of his top. She ran her hands over his shoulders, smiling as he bent to kiss her. “You’re amazing,” she murmured. 

“You’re perfect,” he replied. He bit her bottom lip, the edge of his teeth triggering a new frenzy. 

They tore at the remainder of each other’s clothes. Elide lifted her hips to help Lorcan rid her of her leggings, and he flung them aside. Her panties were gone in moments. He stroked his fingers through her slick, spreading her wetness around. 

Elide moaned as his fingers slid over her clit. He grinned against her mouth before curling his fingers inside her cunt. She arched her back, her nails digging into his skin. Lorcan pumped his fingers in and out to drive her to the point of desperation. 

It didn’t take long for her to clench around him, her hands clutching at him. “Lor,” Elide whined, “please, baby. I want you.”

“You have me,” Lorcan promised. “You have all of me.”

She smiled briefly, but it faded in the face of her need. Blush crept over her chest and throat; Lorcan loved making her skin flush like that. “You know what I want,” Elide bit out. 

“Use your words,” he told her. “Tell me what you want.” He stroked his fingers over that spot inside of her to make her mind fuzzy. 

Elide panted, her thighs attempting to shut, but Lorcan pushed them apart. She slid her hands up his neck, pulling him back to kiss him deeply, their tongues slicking together. “I want your cock inside me, right here, right now,” Elide whispered.

Lorcan tugged her up to sit as he pulled his fingers out of her. Her cunt clenched around the absence, and Elide shuddered a bit. She helped him push his boxers down. Elide’s hand wrapped around him, slowly pumping him until pearls of pre-cum leaked from his swollen head. 

They kissed, Lorcan’s breathing growing heavier. He pushed her hand away, the line of his jaw locked. “If you don’t stop doing that, this is gonna be a whole lot shorter than we want,” Lorcan warned her. 

Her wicked grin drove him crazy. “Go on, then.” He laid her out, stretched across his desk. Elide cocked her brow while she raised her arms above her head to grip the edge of the desk. 

Lorcan chuckled darkly. He ran his hand down her body, the touch brazen and possessive. He guided himself between her legs, relishing in the way her breath hitched when he dragged the tip of his dick over her clit. Elide shuddered and tilted her head back, “Oh… baby…”

Unceremoniously, Lorcan sunk into her, cupping her hips to drive her down as well. Elide turned her head and bit her own bicep, her eyes shutting. He thrusted his cock into her, lazily. It felt thick and warm, his pace, like golden honey. She tried to breathe through her nose, her teeth digging into her lip. Elide couldn’t handle it, she wanted him to speed up, anything more than this tortuous pace. 

He pulled her legs up, holding them tightly against his sides. Elide’s back bowed, and she cried out. Lorcan covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes holding a little warning that was overwhelmed by the lust and awe. He pushed into her until their pelvises were flush. Elide whimpered as he ground against her clit, her hands clutching his forearm. “That’s it,” Lorcan murmured. “Just let me fuck you.”

Elide wailed against his palm, giving herself over to the feeling. Her eyes squeezed shut as his pace became harder and his thrusts deeper, somehow. Lorcan used the flexibility of her hips to push her legs back, letting him fuck her deeper. 

She started to unravel, fluttering around him while the blush travelled lower. Elide bit his hand when her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, dragging her under and tossing her up. She moaned low and loud, and he fucked her through it, prolonging her climax until his hips stuttered. 

Lorcan’s teeth sunk into his lip in an attempt to contain himself. The pressure erupted from the base of his spine as he finished deep inside of her, holding her hips tightly against him. He collapsed over her, panting into the skin of her neck, no space between them. 

Her hands rubbed circles over his back while they caught their breath. When Lorcan felt some coordination returning to his sluggish body, he eased out of her. Elide stayed where she was while he found a cloth to clean between her legs. 

Lorcan offered her his hand after she sat up, rubbing the back of her head. His other hand covered hers, and he kissed her gently. “How’s your head?”

Elide grinned, nipping at his lip. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

He just shook his head at her horrible joke, and they slowly got their clothes. Elide looked at him as he pulled his new, non-ruined pants. She wound her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his sternum. “So,” she sighed, “do I get you for the rest of the day, or do I have to wait till tonight?”

“Mmm, ‘m coming now, all yours.”

She smiled happily. “Good.” 

Elide fixed her hair while Lorcan gathered his belongings, including the torn shorts. He joined her and draped his arm across her shoulders. “The sex was nice an’ all, but I’m still out a pair of shorts.”

She pinched his side, laughing, “How ungrateful.” Elide put his shorts in her bag and declared, “If I’m getting you new shorts, I have a request.”

“Lay it on me.”

“I will buy you new shorts every three months, but you have to break a pair for each pair that I buy.”

Lorcan laughed loudly, his head tipped back. His body shook gently, and she poked her tongue in her cheek, chuckling alongside him. “You serious?”

Elide nodded, “That’s the deal.”

He leaned down to kiss her. “It’s a deal, then.”

She grinned, utterly satisfied. 

She knew today was going to be a good day.

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an: sooo i lied when i said i wrote my once-a-year sex scene. its a holiday miracle enjoy u filthy animals ! i have finally seen the light n realised that lorcan is a cut man he does not have washboard abs......hes just buff.

tag list (lmk if u want to be added !): @sassyhobbits @empress-ofbloodshed @celestialams @the-regal-warrior @icecream52 @elentiyawhitethorn

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Day 23: Dukeceit

I’m very aware it’s October. But I will get all these prompts done!

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 23 - At a certain age you switch bodies with your soulmate for 24 hours. (I may have changed this one slightly, too.)  

Content warnings: kidnapping mention, food/coffee mentions, homophobia mentions (though none is really seen), just so much caffeine.

The first thing Janus noticed when he woke up was that this was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Which, to be fair, was an accurate reaction, seeing as he was in the wrong room.

His initial thought was that he’d been kidnapped, but no, that couldn’t be right. It was just another bedroom, not a basement or a van or whatever kidnappers used. It was a regular, teenage looking bedroom, with clothes littering the floor and the desk, large posters haphazardly stuck at every angle on the wall, and a phone charging on the nightstand next to him. So, definitely not a kidnapping. 

When his mind finally cleared from his post-waking haze, he sighed in resignation. Apparently the universe had decided that today was the day he would switch bodies with his soulmate, on the day he had specifically set aside to study for a huge biology test that would make or break his grade in the class. Hopefully the school took pity on him and let him redo it. If they believed him, that is… he wasn’t exactly the most honest student.

Groaning, he threw the blankets off him and stumbled to the full body mirror on the door, inspecting the reflection. His soulmate was cute, he’d give him that, but it did nothing to disperse the internal confusion at seeing someone else looking back at him in the mirror. It also felt super weird to be attracted to… well, himself, at the moment, technically? He pushed a strand of white hair, dyed lighter than the rest of the black locks, out of his face and leaned forward, trying to decipher if the eye color was brown or murky green, when the door flew open and hit him in the face.

He yelped upon hitting the floor, rubbing his forehead, and glaring up at the intruder.

“Who the hell are you?” He hissed before he could stop himself, meeting the eyes of a very confused guy standing in the doorway. Blinking, he looked back into the mirror, and then back to the newcomer, wondering for a second if he was hallucinating. It took him far too long to remember the concept of twins, mentally facepalming as the other spoke.

“What do you mean, who the hell am I? Really, not one of your best pranks, Remus.”

“I’m not pranking you. I’m not Remus.”

The other merely blinked, staring at him blankly, until a look of realization crossed his face. “Oooohh! You’re his-”

“Yeah,” Janus snarked, getting back to his feet, “I am. Who are you?”

“Uhm, I’m Roman. Your- I mean, his brother. Remus’ brother. What’s your name?”

He brushed nonexistent dirt off his pajama top, an old and ripped oversized t-shirt, and responded, “Janus.”

“Janice? Huh,” Roman wrinkled his brow, casting a look behind him before stepping in and closing the door behind him, “I could have sworn Remus was gay.”

“I’m not a girl, you deflated airbag. I’m named after a Roman god, and I am very much male.”

Roman was at a loss for words, watching Janus approach Remus’ closet and look through it scrutinizingly. “He has good taste.”

“That’s what you call good taste?” The brother asked, peering over his shoulder at the chaos of ripped cloth and mesh and leather. He was frankly shocked there was any left in the closet, seeing as there was what appeared to be enough for a whole other wardrobe on the floor.

“I wouldn’t personally wear it. I’m more classy than that. But,” He picked out a weathered jean vest, adorned with pins and spikes, “Hot.”

Roman tried to hide his eye roll. “You’ll get along with him well. I came up to get you- er, Remus, but now you, I guess. For breakfast.”

Right on time, a woman’s voice carried up through the house, calling for them. Janus shrugged and followed Roman out the door, abandoning his discovery on a chair and pulling up the first hoodie from the floor. He didn’t generally like to wear oversized things, so he was surprised that the almost blanket-like garment was so comfortable. 

“Ah, took you long enough. It’s getting cold.” Janus took in the downstairs area, a small kitchen and dining room in one, leading off into a living room. It was all comfortable, the sunshine raging through the picture window on the wall closest to the table, highlighting the steam rising off the food. 

Janus stood at the bottom of the stairs as Roman took his seat opposite his parents, gesturing to the seat next to him.

“Remus, sweetie, everything okay?”

For a solid second, he forgot that he was supposed to be Remus and just stared blankly at the woman who had spoken. 

“That’s not Remus. It’s his soulmate.” Roman said absently around a bite of food.

Their mother’s expression turned to delight, standing up immediately and engulfing Janus in a hug that he didn’t return, “Oh, welcome, darling! It’s so nice to meet you! Join us for breakfast, and you can go about contacting Remus later. Sound good?”

“I guess.” He didn’t seem to have a choice either way as he was ushered to sit next to Roman, his plate pushed a little closer to him by the mom. The dad was just taking him in, chewing slowly, and everything in Janus was yelling at him to look away. But Janus was never one to shy away from a stare off, so he kept eye contact, hoping that Remus had the same glare that his own face did. He must have, since the man finally looked back down to his plate.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Jeez, did this woman always have to use pet names? 

“Janus.” He responded simply, pulling in his first bite of food. It was good, he’d admit, but his own house never had these kinds of… family get-togethers, and to say he was uncomfortable was an understatement. 

“Janice? Huh, must be weird being in a boy’s body, yeah?” Her face clearly conveyed that it was supposed to be a joke, or maybe some fucked up icebreaker, but he was more annoyed by his name. 

“I’m actually-” He was cut off by a sharp kick to the shin, coughing slightly to stifle a curse, and turned to Roman expectantly. The glare out of the corner of his eyes was something Janus wasn’t anticipating, same with the almost imperceivable shake of his head. The message was clear. Forcing a small smile on his face, he turned back to the parents, who were still wholly focused on him. “Yeah, it’s weird for sure.” 

Usually, lies slipped off his tongue with no hesitation. He had to learn to survive, growing up as he had. But this one felt wrong, and so utterly bizarre, that it seemed to burn the roof of his mouth. If that’s what it took though, and he was very sure that Roman’s cutting him off had been to prevent outing Remus, he could take that.

The rest of the meal was filled with small talk between him and the parents, in which he learned that he wasn’t all too far from his own house, where Remus would be waking up. Even so, he didn’t recognize the neighborhood he was in. It was definitely nicer than from where he lived, though, and he doubted that Remus would know where he was either. Poor guy. 

As soon as it seemed socially accepted to leave the table, he did so, loading his dishes into the washer and dashing upstairs. It was only nine in the morning and he was exhausted, dropping onto the bed and noticing the little glow in the dark dinosaurs on the ceiling for the first time. Rather, the remains of glow in the dark dinosaurs. Remus must have taken scissors to them, separating the heads and attaching them to different bodies. He was specifically entranced by a T-Rex with a Pterodactyl head when Remus’ mother’s words flooded back into his mind, and he remembered that he should probably try to get into contact with Remus. One look at the phone on the nightstand, though, and he was getting up with a groan and padding down the hallway. 

It wasn’t hard to distinguish Roman’s room from the other doors; it was the only one with his headshot taped to the front with a star under it, his name written in bold letters across it like a Hollywood star. Janus rolled his eyes and knocked on it, walking in at Roman’s call.

“Can I use your phone?”

“Why?” Roman gave him a hard side eye from where he was splayed across his bed, a script in his hands that he was most likely trying to memorize. 

“I want to call Remus. And unless you know the password to his phone, I can’t get on it.”

“Ah. In full honesty, I don’t even want to know what the cretin has for a password.” With no further convincing, he handed Janus his unlocked phone and went back to scanning the papers, quietly muttering lines to himself while giving Janus the occasion glance. 

He typed in his own number and held the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“It’s odd hearing my own voice through the phone,” were Janus’ first words to his soulmate. The voice on the other line, his voice, gasped. 

“Oh shit! Ooooh shit! I would have called, but I couldn’t remember my own number!”

“That’s Remus for you.”

“Stop eavesdropping,” Janus snarled, taking a step away.

“If it’s loud enough to hear, is it really eavesdropping?”

Janus lowered the volume of the phone in response, flipping Roman off. “Hi, Remus, I presume.”

“I see you’ve met Roman. Pain in the ass, huh?”

“You could say that.”

“Okay, first things first. You’re hella hot.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Second, where am I?”

Janus chuckled, which sounded odd coming from vocal chords he wasn’t used to. “About twenty minutes away from your house. Did you want to meet somewhere to switch back?”

“Fuck yes. I want my teeth back.”

“Your-” Janus ran his tongue along his teeth, noticing for the first time that they felt different than what he was used to. The general shape, the curve, it was all new, and odd, and suddenly it was all he could think about. “Why the hell did you have to say that?”

Remus snickered, “Whoopsies.”

“How about Edison’s Bakery, on Westland? It’s pretty much in the middle.”

Roman gave him a thumbs up, mouthing ‘good choice’, at the same time as Remus almost squealed in glee. Apparently, he liked the place. 

“I’ll take that as a yes. In half an hour?”

“Yessss.”

“Before you hang up, what’s your phone password?” He physically recoiled at the response, earning a snort from Roman. “I’m not typing that.”

“That’s the only way you’re getting into my phone.”

“Hold on, how did you get into mine?” Remus only chuckled, and the line went dead. Janus sighed and tossed Roman his phone back, hitting him squarely in the chest. “Not much of a conversationalist, is he?”

“Remus abides to the laws of social constructs about as well as he abides to the laws of nature. That is to say, not at all.” 

“What should I wear? When I go to meet him?”

Roman looked taken aback. It made him scowl in embarrassment, rolling his eyes at the other’s face. 

“I don’t know what Remus likes to wear, dumbass. Don’t get a big head.”

“Uh, the ripped grey jeans with the patch on the thigh and Green Day shirt are his favorite. He usually wears something meshy underneath, but-”

“I’m not wearing mesh.”

“Figured.”

Like all of Remus’ clothing, Janus learned very quickly, the Green Day shirt was also full of holes. Whether his closet had been raided by moths, or it was just his aesthetic, he didn’t know. He could see why mesh would go well under it, but there was no way he would stoop to that level, so he threw on the jean vest he’d first seen and went back to Roman’s room to get approved. 

Deciding against seeing the parents again (Janus didn’t understand his instinctual hatred for them, but it was strong), he scaled the drainpipe outside Remus’ window and used his soulmate’s phone for directions to the cafe (despite the disgust he felt at typing in the password), since he still didn’t know the exact directions from this strange neighbourhood.  After deciphering the bus map, he hopped on the next one to arrive, grateful that he’d found enough spare change in Remus’ horribly unorganized wallet for bus fare. 

Surprisingly, he wasn’t nervous by the time he got to the cafe. He’d have thought his nerves would have eaten at him already, telling him to just turn around and live as Remus for the rest of his life, but they were surprisingly calm. There was just something about meeting a soulmate that didn’t mess with him. They were soulmates; they were kind of supposed to be perfect for each other. That’s the whole point. 

It didn’t take long for him to spot himself in the almost empty bakery, propped up against the large window in a way he would never stand, tracing the patterns on the ceiling with his eyes. Janus sidled up to him- himself? The concept was enough to make his head spin- and, ignoring the slightly Inception-esque nausea of looking at his own body, smirked.

“You’re getting fingerprints all over the glass.”

Remus spun to him, grinning widely, and without further adieu, grabbed his hand. Janus’ vision tunneled before going completely black. A sound like an intense air rush overwhelmed him despite the fact that there was no wind, his ears popped almost painfully, and his mouth went completely dry, but when he opened his eyes again, he was staring back at Remus. Actually Remus. In his own body and everything.

“Oh, my teeth, how I missed you,” The taller crooned, making a show of running his tongue across the outside of his teeth.

“You’re odd.” Never before had Janus been so happy to hear his voice.

“That I am,” Remus said with too wide a grin, tilting his head to the counter. “I waited for you.”

“Glad you had the decency.”

“C’mon, Jay,” He tightened his grip on Janus’ hand, who was surprisingly okay with the nickname (despite having punched people for using it before), “I love their energy drinks.”

“Their what?” Janus had been going here since he was a little kid, and he knew for a fact they didn’t have energy drinks. The overtired barista heard him though, shooting him a look of pure disdain.

“That’s what he calls it. We like to call it the Abomination unto God. I don’t know how his heart doesn’t give out from it. One pump of every flavor, five shots of espresso, top it off with black coffee.”

“Is that legal?” Janus asked incredulously.

“Technically, I just ask for how many espresso shots they can fit in a cup. She was the one to limit it to five.”

“He asked a trainee on their first day working. They filled the whole cup with espresso.”

“I was vibrating.” Remus said dreamily, as if the memory was particularly fond. Despite Janus’ protests, Remus ordered his monstrosity of a drink, pouring at least three sugar packets into the cup to his rising horror, and sat down happily. It was almost enough to make him not want his coffee anymore, watching his soulmate take a long glug of the sludge in his cup.

“So, Janus,” He said when he finally put the half empty cup back onto the table, “How did you find my family?”

Somehow, Janus could sense the underlying question, taking a sip before responding. “They’re fine. Your parents rub me the wrong way, so to speak, and Roman’s a bit of a prick, but they’re fine.” He watched as Remus tossed his cup back again, fiddling with the sleeve on his cup, “I didn’t out you, by the way.”

That was enough to dampen the mood, Remus suddenly looking sullen as he stared at his hands. He blinked rapidly, taking a shaky breath before responding with a quiet thank you.

“They think I’m a girl. So that sucks.”

“They’re homophobic as shit.”

“I figured that out. Is Roman-”

“Gay as they come.”

Janus swirled his drink in his cup, watching the coffee stain the edges. “What will happen if they find out?”

“I don’t want to think about that. Getting disowned, at best.”

They both went silent, almost in solidarity. What could you say to that?

“Do you live alone?” Remus asked out of the blue, drinking more and having the audacity to chew the sugar from the bottom of the cup. 

“My mom’s out of town for work right now.”

“Dad?”

“Never knew him.”

“Shit.”

“That about sums it up.” The two of them chuckled. 

“So…” Remus started, finishing his concoction and throwing the cup into the garbage can by the sugar station, startling the barista. “We’re soulmates.”

“What led you to that conclusion?” He deadpanned, watching Remus as he took a slow sip of his coffee. 

“Hardy har har.”

“Yes, we’re soulmates,” Janus agreed, “Must we make it complicated?”

“Eh,” The other said with a shrug, “Ride with the tide, see where it goes?”

“Works for me.” As Janus finished off the last of his coffee, he could see Remus’ hands had started to shake violently on the table, and could feel his leg bouncing up a storm underneath it.

“C’mon, get up,” Janus laughed, pulling Remus to his (somewhat unsteady) feet, “Let’s go to the park and get your energy out. Hopefully I can get you home before you crash.”

“Aww, you do care.” Remus cooed, laying his head on Janus’ shoulder as they left the shop.

“I believe that’s the point, dumbass. Now, I’ll race you to the park. Three, two, one, go!”

Remus took off at a full caffeine-induced sprint to the park just down the street as Janus continued his leisurely pace, laughing the further Remus got without realizing he wasn’t following. What had he gotten himself into?

Nothing he didn’t want, that was for sure.

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Too Hard To Forget

Chapter Three

Warnings: angst, swearing, hospital setting with medical emergency, SMUT

6,533 words

A/N: Friendly reminder that this fic still exists since I’ve been hella MIA for the last like month (hello selling my house, moving cities and starting a new job) BUT here’s chapter 3 for y’all! Feedback is so so so appreciated! :)

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Parker was working another night shift on Saturday night and it was slow. She was sitting at the front desk with a few other co-workers, chatting and passing the time. The clock ticked on, a few minutes before two in the morning. She had one patient, an elderly man that was scheduled to receive medication every two hours via IV, so she stood and began making her way to his room.

On her way there, she passed by Grace’s room and noticed her bed was empty. Parker’s brows furrowed in confusion—Grace should be sleeping at this hour. Parker worked in a hospital facility connected to the main hospital and emergency department. Parker’s patients were free to roam wherever they wanted, but they still required someone to keep a close eye on them. Grace had taken a bad fall and ended up with a head injury and a broken leg. She needed a caregiver while she was recovering from surgery, so she moved into Westhill because she refused to be a burden on Calum.

Parker checked around Grace’s room quickly. She noticed the bathroom door was closed, and there was light filtering from underneath it. She knocked softly on the door.

“Grace?” she called out. No answer.

“Grace,” she tried again, louder this time.

“Grace, it’s Parker. Is everything okay?”

Still no answer. Panic setting in, she pulled the master key for the bathroom door out of her pocket, fumbling it in the lock and pushing open the door. Grace was lying on the floor in the bathroom, convulsing.

“Oh, my god. Grace!” Parker dropped to her knees, rolling Grace onto her side to prevent her from aspirating. Parker hit the panic button on the wall, signaling an emergency to the other staff. Several nurses came rushing in within a few minutes, helping Parker lift Grace onto a stretcher. After five minutes Grace’s convulsions were showing no signs of slowing down. They rushed her to the emergency clinic entrance where a team of emergency nurses and a doctor took over.

Parker had a phone call to make, one that she was dreading. She hoped for Calum’s sake that Grace would be okay. And for her own, because if something happened, she had a feeling she knew exactly who Calum would blame.

• • • • • •

Calum’s dream was disrupted by the shrill sound of his phone ringing on his bedside table. It rang once, twice, three times, and he groaned, rolling over and swiping it off his nightstand.

“Hello?” he answered gruffly.

“Calum? I…it’s Parker.”

Calum sat up abruptly. Why the hell would Parker be calling him at 2:30 in the morning? And how did she even get his number?

“Calum, it’s Grace. She’s in the emergency room. I don’t really know anything yet, but you should come down here.”

Calum shot out of bed, tugging the first t-shirt he could find over his head and pulling his jeans on from where he left them on the floor the night before. “What happened?” he demanded.

“I found her in the bathroom a little while ago. She had a seizure. I—I have to go, I have to talk to the doctor. Just get here, okay?” Parker hung up.

Calum had never driven so fast in his life. He made it to the hospital in four minutes, easily a ten-minute drive if he had obeyed the law.

He hadn’t.

He wasn’t going to take any chances. Not when it came to Grace.

Calum stormed through the front doors of the emergency room. Eyes wide, he frantically searched for Grace or Parker or anyone who would tell him what the hell was going on. He spotted Parker, talking to a middle-aged man in scrubs and a white lab coat. He made it to her in a few short strides.

“What happened?” he interrupted, directing his question at Parker, his back turned to the doctor. “Is she okay? Where is she?” Calum’s hair was disheveled, eyes swollen from sleep and brows furrowed with concern. Grace meant everything to him, and he was about to lose his shit if someone didn’t tell him what the fuck was going on.

The doctor eyed Calum warily and turned to Parker, giving her a questioning look. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “This is Calum, Grace’s grandson. He’s her only family.” Calum stepped back, eyeing the doctor expectantly.

“She’s stable,” he said. “She had quite a severe seizure. We’re going to run some diagnostics to rule out the cause, but I suspect it has to do with the head injury she suffered when she fell. She’ll be moved to a private room shortly, and you can see her then.”

Calum opened his mouth, presumably to argue, but Parker shot him a disapproving look. “Thank you, Dr. Penner,” she said gratefully, shaking his hand.

Calum watched the doctor turn and leave before he sank down into one of the chairs in the waiting area. Parker sat down next to him. Calum leaned forward and dropped his head in his hands, elbows resting on his thighs.

He felt Parker’s hand come to rest on his back. His posture went rigid, unprepared for her touch. She pulled away, but ultimately decided he needed comfort, even if he seemed to be bothered by everything she did. She laid her hand on his knee instead, squeezing gently.

“Hey,” Parker said softly. “She’s gonna be okay.”

Calum lifted his head to look at her, but he could think of nothing to say as he stared into her eyes, so he looked away. It was easy for him to get lost in Parker’s eyes. She was compassionate, warm, gentle. Every second he spent with her, the feelings he had tried desperately to push down kept resurfacing, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with them right now.

• • • • • •

Parker sat in silence with Calum for over an hour before a nurse finally came out and told them they could go and see Grace. The two of them followed the nurse into a small recovery room where Grace was hooked up to an IV bag and a breathing tube. Her eyes were closed, the monitor next to her bed beeping steadily with the rhythm of her heart. Parker noticed as Calum’s eyebrows drew together with worry, his jaw set and fists clenched.

“She’s had a rough night. You can spend a few minutes with her, but she’s exhausted, and the best thing for her right now is rest,” the nurse said gently, closing the door behind her.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Parker started to say, but Calum’s hand shot out unexpectedly and closed around her wrist.

Their eyes met, and Calum jerked his hand back. “Stay,” he said quietly, almost pleadingly.

Parker had never seen Calum like this before. Figures it would take an experience like this to force him to show some emotion other than anger or irritation, but Parker wasn’t about to call him out on it. She would take what she could get, for now.

They stayed for a few minutes, Calum sitting on the chair beside Grace’s bed, holding her hand and talking to her, even though she couldn’t respond. Parker felt awkward, ironically like she was intruding on another private conversation between them, but Calum didn’t seem bothered by her presence this time as she leaned against the wall by the door.

Calum stood finally, pressing a kiss to Gram’s forehead. “Love you, pretty lady,” he whispered.

Parker followed him out into the hallway, and he stopped and turned to her, lips parted like he was going to say something. She waited quietly.

He gave her an odd look, like he was contemplating something, then shook his head.

“I have to go,” he said abruptly before turning and hurrying off.

“Calum, wait!” she called after him, but he ignored her, pushing through the double doors and leaving Parker stunned and confused.

• • • • • •

As soon as he was in the confines of the Charger, Calum allowed his feelings to take hold. He knew Gram would be okay, that she was safe here and well taken care of, but the scare of almost losing her rattled him. She was the only family he had and he wasn’t ready to lose her. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then he let his thoughts drift back to Parker. He had an opportunity to tell her how he felt. She was there for him when he didn’t deserve it, and he almost told her right there in the hospital, but he’d lost his nerve and bolted.

Calum sighed, running his hands through his hair. He needed to get his shit together, before he missed his chance. But right now, he needed sleep.

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Parker didn’t see Calum for a few days. Grace was still in the main hospital wing, so she assumed he had been visiting her there. Tuesday morning, she was doing some paperwork at the front desk when she heard someone clear their throat.

Parker looked up. “Calum—hi,” she said, surprised to see him. She stood, coming around the desk to stand in front of him. “Grace isn’t here, she’s still—”

“I know,” he said, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I came to see you.” He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. He was quiet for a moment as he looked down, contemplating his next words. “Thank you,” he said finally. “For saving her.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did,” he cut her off. “She wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t found her when you did. Gram—Grace,” he corrected himself, “she’s all I’ve got. I’d be lost without her. So…thank you.”

“I—it’s nothing,” Parker blushed, shaking her head. “I care about her, too,” she added sincerely.

“I know,” Calum gave her a small smile. A real, genuine smile. “I’m heading over to see her now. Just wanted to stop by and say thanks.”

• • • • • •

Grace was awake and back to her usual self, albeit a little worse for wear. She was weak, but she had been cleared to go back to Westhill as soon as they finished running a few final tests.

Calum was seated cross-legged at the foot of her bed, staring into space.

“What’s on your mind, dear?” Grace prodded, commenting on her grandson’s distance.

Her voice snapped him out of his daydream and he focused back on her, smiling. “Nothing, Gram. I’m fine.” Truth is, he was not fine. He couldn’t stop thinking about Parker. His feelings for her were becoming more intense with every day that passed, and he didn’t have a clue what to do with them.

“You’re a terrible liar, baby. Always have been,” she mused. “It’s Parker, isn’t it?”

Calum sighed in amusement. He should have known better—he couldn’t hide a damn thing from this woman. She knew him so well it was scary sometimes. “Is it that obvious?” Calum asked. “How did you know?”

She chuckled, resting her bony hand on top of his. “Because I know everything,” she winked. “I know you better than you could ever imagine. I can see it in the way you look at her—she’s special.”

Calum grinned. “That she is,” he agreed.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel? It’s obvious you two have chemistry,” she pointed out.

“I don’t know if it’s that easy,” he sighed. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t been very good to her. She has no reason to trust me.”

“Oh, I noticed,” Gram laughed, squeezing his hand. “Just talk to her, honey. Be honest. She might surprise you.”

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Calum visited Gram every day for the rest of the week, and as luck would have it, Parker had worked the opposite shift for every one of those days. He was beginning to believe that fate was trying to keep them apart, until Gram gave him one final pep talk on Friday night while they were watching a movie in her room.

“She’s not gonna be available forever, you know,” Gram said nonchalantly. “And she’s not just going to throw herself at you—you have to make the first move.”

Calum rolled his eyes at the old woman. “You mean you don’t think she’s fallen for my charm?” He flashed her his most dazzling smile.

Gram shot him a dry look. “You scared the living bejeezus out of that poor girl. You’re lucky she hasn’t run in the other direction.”

“You’re kind of pushy, you know that?” he laughed.

“Nothing wrong with being pushy, dear,” she shrugged. “Being persistent gets you places. Or people,” she added with a wink.

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Parker was cleaning her apartment, Wake Up Sunshine playing from her speakers when she heard a knock at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and Jenna usually let herself in. She was not prepared for who was standing on the other side when she opened it.

“Hey,” Calum stood in her open doorway, dressed in his usual attire of black boots, black jeans and his leather jacket. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, not at all,” Parker replied, surprised to see him at her door. Thank God she’d had the sense to shower and change out of her pajamas this morning, despite not having anywhere to be. “What’s up?”

“Sorry to just show up,” he apologized. “I didn’t have your number, but I knew you were off today and I needed to talk to you.”

Parker waited quietly, eagerly awaiting his next words. She wondered what was so important that he couldn’t wait.

“I—ah, fuck this,” Calum said abruptly, taking two steps forward and closing the distance between them as he took Parker’s face in his hands and kissed her.

Parker went rigid for a second, her brain slow to communicate with the rest of her body. But then she relaxed, bringing her hands up to rest on Calum’s stomach. She hadn’t realized until now how badly she’d been wanting to kiss him. She could feel the planes of his abdomen through the thin material of his black t-shirt. Calum moved his hands down, winding them around her waist and tugging her close as he deepened the kiss. She moved her hands up his stomach to his chest, then behind his head where her fingers tangled in the dark curls at the back of his neck. Parker’s head was spinning. Her body was weightless—she felt like she was floating. She hadn’t been prepared for this, but she would be lying if she said she hadn’t dreamt about it. Calum’s lips were soft and warm, polar opposite to his harsh exterior. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” he swore, lifting his hand to brush his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he confessed.

Parker lifted her eyes to his. His dark brown eyes were warm, sincere. Nothing like the cold brown ones she had stared into so many times before tonight. “That was...unexpected,” she breathed.

Calum smiled. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick,” he said quietly. He trailed his finger up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I didn’t know how to deal, so I tried to push you away, and I’m sorry.”

Parker wanted to be mad. He was a dick. But she had feelings for him too, and right now, she didn’t care about anything that had happened in the past. All she cared about was right now, and how it felt to finally have Calum’s lips on hers.

“Are you busy today?” Parker asked him.

Calum grinned. “I’m all yours, angel.”

• • • • • •

Calum and Parker spent the afternoon walking aimlessly downtown. They took a walk through the park, talking and getting to know one another. Calum wasn’t about to divulge his life story to Parker, but he tried his best to answer her endless stream of questions. She was surprised at how easy he was to talk to, once he opened up. They stopped for a late lunch, then ended up going to visit Grace for a little while. Grace was delighted to see them together, but she didn’t say anything about it when Calum gave her a warning look. The two of them ended up back at Parker’s apartment around seven, just as it was starting to get dark, stopping at her front door.

“Thanks for today,” she said, looking up into his brown eyes. “For letting me get to know you a little better. I had fun,” she smiled.

“Yeah, me too,” he returned her smile.

They stood in silence for a moment. Parker was unsure of what to say next, and Calum became fascinated with staring at his boots, waiting patiently for her to make the next move.

Finally, Parker spoke. “You wanna come in? We could order some food, watch a movie...” she trailed off.

Calum looked up. “Yeah, sure,” he agreed, following her inside.

“You can pick a movie, I’ll order the food,” she said, swiping the remote off the coffee table and handing it to Calum. He kicked his boots off and settled on the couch, flipping on the TV as he put his feet up on the coffee table. Parker smiled at the way he made himself comfortable, his confidence radiating off him. He was quiet, but Calum was anything but shy or nervous. He didn’t care about people’s opinions of him—he reminded her of Jenna that way.

“You feel like Thai?” Parker called from the kitchen, digging through a pile of takeout menus.

“Sounds good to me,” he called back. He selected a thriller from the Netflix menu, pausing it to wait for Parker. As he waited, Parker’s little grey cat jumped up on the couch and perched himself on Calum’s lap, purring and rubbing his face on Calum’s hand.

Parker smiled, watching from the kitchen as Calum scratched Loki’s ears and rubbed his head. He must really love animals, Parker thought, since Loki was usually standoffish with anyone except her.

After she ordered their food, Parker joined Calum in the living room. He glanced up at her. “What’s his name?” he asked, Loki sitting very comfortably on his lap. Parker could hear him purring from where she stood.

“Loki,” she answered, smiling. “He likes you. He doesn’t even like Jenna,” she laughed. Her eyes drifted to the TV. “What are we watching?” she questioned.

“Insidious,” he answered. “Is that okay?”

“Uh—yeah, sure,” she lied. It wasn’t okay at all—Parker hated scary movies.

Calum gave her a quizzical look. “You don’t look sure,” he chuckled. “We can watch something else.”

“No, it’s fine,” she lied again. “I’m just gonna go change.”

If they were going to watch a scary movie, Parker at least wanted to be comfortable. She closed the door to her bedroom and slipped into an old band tee and leggings.

Calum was shrugging off his leather jacket when she emerged from her bedroom. He looked unbelievably good in that jacket, but he looked even better in the fitted black t-shirt underneath it, showing off his biceps and several of his tattoos. He also had a thin gold chain around his neck that glistened against his golden skin.

Parker paused for a moment to admire him shamelessly without his knowledge, then plopped down on the couch beside him.

Calum glanced at her, taking in her outfit change and smirking. He liked that she seemed comfortable with him now. It seemed like their night at the hospital with Gram brought them closer, taking the tension and awkwardness out of their relationship. It made him feel better about his shitty behaviour over the last while, knowing she wasn’t afraid of being herself around him despite how mean he had been to her. Calum was used to the girls he dated dressing to the nines, wearing too much makeup and trying too hard to impress him. Parker was refreshingly opposite, and he liked it a lot.

Their food arrived twenty minutes into the movie and they ate in silence. Parker was not enjoying the movie, not in the slightest. When they finished eating, she settled far back into the couch, tucking her legs under her for comfort. Calum glanced over at her every so often, taking in her wide-eyed, almost pained expression, noting how she would cover her eyes and peek through slightly at the really scary parts.

“You don’t like scary movies, do you?” he asked, smirking.

Parker didn’t look at him. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Why didn’t you say something when I asked if this one was okay?” he questioned. “I told you we could change it.”

She shrugged. “I guess I thought I could handle it.”

Calum chuckled, shaking his head. He lifted his arm and tilted his head, gesturing for her to scoot closer. “Come here.”

Parker just stared at him.

“I don’t bite, doll,” he laughed, so she wiggled closer, tucking herself under his outstretched arm. He leaned his head down and whispered in her ear. “Unless you want me to.”

Parker blushed at his comment. He didn’t see her face, but he didn’t have to. The way she tensed under his arm was exactly the kind of reaction he wanted. He thrived on making her squirm, catching her off guard. He thought of it as payback for the way she walked into his life—coming out of nowhere and knocking him on his ass. Even if his feelings toward her had changed, he still lived for the blush that crept up her cheeks when she was embarrassed.

Parker spent most of the movie with her face buried in Calum’s shoulder. His arm tightened protectively around her, and even though she knew her fear of the movie was irrational, she felt safer being close to him.

Parker shifted slightly in her position, the collar of her t-shirt sliding down slightly and exposing the bare skin on her neck and collarbone. Calum dragged a finger along her skin, her t-shirt slipping further down her shoulder. She shivered at the contact which didn’t go unnoticed by Calum. His free hand rested on her knee, sliding up a few inches and stopping at her mid-thigh.

Parker sucked in a sharp breath and Calum smiled to himself. He loved how easy it was to rile her up.

They sat like that for the rest of the movie. Calum turned to her as soon as the credits started rolling.

Parker panicked, standing abruptly. “I’ll be right back,” she squeaked, rushing off down the hall.

She closed herself in the only bathroom in her apartment. She turned on the tap, splashing cold water on her face. Calum’s touch burned her skin—it was like she could still feel his hands on her. She stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, trying to collect her jumbled thoughts, then opened the door.

Calum was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the frame. Parker screamed in surprise when she saw him standing there, an exaggerated reaction resulting from the movie they just watched.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she shrieked, heart pounding.

“Meant to,” he grinned. He pushed away from the door, taking a step towards her, eyes hooded and a determined look on his face. Parker stood perfectly still, watching him. Her heart hammered wildly, threatening to burst right out of her chest. Calum seemed to pick up on it, too. He leaned down, running a finger over her jaw. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her collarbone. Painfully slowly, he left a trail of kisses up Parker’s neck, stopping at the spot just below her ear.

“Do I make you nervous?” he whispered.

Parker almost passed out from the mix of emotions running through her head.

“No,” she hesitated.

Calum took her earlobe between his teeth, causing just enough pain to make her react, but not enough to actually hurt her. “Don’t lie to me, doll.”

Parker whimpered. She loved it when he called her sweet names—it made her insides all fluttery and warm. “Fine, yes,” she breathed. “Yes, you make me nervous.”

A wicked gleam shone in his dark eyes. “What if I do this?”

Calum moved to stand behind her. Parker watched in the mirror as he hooked a finger in the collar of her shirt, pulling it down her shoulder and taking the strap of her bra with it.

“Or this?” He grabbed her roughly by the waist, spinning her around to face him and pushing her back against the countertop.

Parker’s throat dried in anticipation of his next move.

“What about this?” Calum slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt, resting them on the bare skin over her ribcage. His thumbs brushed over her skin in a gentle motion.

Parker’s body was on fire. Calum’s touch was electric, igniting every inch of her. It wasn’t a lie—Calum did make her nervous. A little frightened, even. But her body betrayed her. She needed him. Craved him. Wanted to feel him everywhere.

So Parker kissed him. Forcefully, lips crashing to his in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the tension she was feeling. Calum returned her kiss, forcing her mouth open with his tongue and tangling it with hers. He pressed himself against her, leaving no space between their bodies. She could feel him digging into her hips, hard and ready for her. She moaned loudly into his mouth, and he wasted no time in ripping her t-shirt off and unclasping her bra. His hands were all over her bare chest, squeezing and pinching and then his mouth was on her, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking and biting while his fingers worked the other one. Calum lifted his head to meet her lips once more, sliding his hands around her thighs and lifting her easily onto the counter. Parker reached down and tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he yanked it off in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor next to hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and before she could protest, he was carrying her down the hall, into her bedroom. He dropped her down on the bed, crawling on top of her. His eyes were black with hunger. Calum kissed her again and again, hands roaming everywhere. He sat up, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her leggings, sliding them down her legs, followed by her panties. He spread her legs wide, slipping a finger inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled. “I need to taste you.”

Parker’s head fell back onto the pillow. Calum moved down, dropping his face between her thighs. He wasted no time with teasing as he flattened his tongue along her entrance, licking a long strip all the way up to her clit. She arched her back, already feeling her stomach twisting in knots. He sucked her clit into his mouth, adding a finger, then two into her entrance. He pumped them in and out rapidly, and she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She came undone around Calum’s fingers, spasming and shuddering. He licked her through her orgasm, stopping only when she relaxed again. He crawled back up, straddling her.

He held his fingers in front of her face. “Suck,” he commanded. She obliged, opening her mouth and accepting his fingers, coated in her orgasm. Tasting her own sweetness on her tongue sent a fresh wave of wetness to her core. She reached down for the button on Calum’s jeans.

“Please,” she begged.

He grinned wickedly. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” Parker whined. “I want you inside me.”

“Condom?”

She shook her head. “Birth control.”

Calum groaned as he let her undo the button. His hard length sprang free when she shimmied his jeans and underwear down his legs, kicking them off and grinning as Parker’s eyes widened at the size of him. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in, filling her up completely. She cried out at the feeling.

“You okay, love?” he asked her, concern crossing his features.

She nodded. “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

The blackness was back in his eyes. He reminded her of a wild animal. He was pure, raw power. He pumped in and out of her a few times, setting a fast pace. There was no way her neighbours couldn’t hear her screaming, but she didn’t care. He felt so good. He fucked her hard, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder so he could push deeper. It wasn’t long before Parker felt her release building again.

“You gonna come for me, doll?” he growled, pumping harder. “Let go for me, baby. I’m close, too.”

His words were all it took for Parker to fall over the edge, and Calum followed immediately after, groaning as he spilled himself inside her.

Calum stilled, pulling out carefully and rolling to the side. He lay there beside Parker, both of them panting heavily for a few moments.

Then out of nowhere, he leapt off the bed and scooped Parker into his arms, carrying her out of the room.

“Calum! What are you doing?!” she shrieked, trying desperately to wiggle free.

“Stop squirming—you’re making a mess. We’re going to take a shower,” he stated simply.

He turned sideways to squeeze them through the door of the bathroom and set Parker down feet first in the tub. He cranked the water up high and stepped in after her.

“Stand under the water,” Calum instructed, settling his hands on her hips and moving her so the hot water beat down on her skin. He reached behind her for the soap, lathered it up between his hands, then starting at her shoulders, massaged her skin, taking extra time with the sensitive parts. Parker closed her eyes, fully enjoying the feel of his slippery hands all over her body. When he was finished, she did the same to him. Then she scrubbed his hair, raking her nails over his scalp. It felt heavenly.

Calum didn’t know what was happening to him. He’d never showered with a girl before, much less took the time to massage her body in the intimate way he was doing with Parker.

Come to think of it, he did know what was happening to him.

He was falling for her.

They stepped out of the shower, drying each other off, then Calum followed Parker back to her bedroom where she tugged his t-shirt over her head. She looked damn good in his shirt, Calum thought to himself. He pulled on his boxers and sat on the bed, leaving plenty of room in invitation for her to sit with him.

She did, sitting cross-legged and resting her elbows on her knees while she stared at him. “You’re…kind of amazing,” she said, smiling. “Not what I expected.”

Honestly, Calum wasn’t expecting it either. Being with Parker was easy, effortless. He just sort of fell into a natural rhythm with her and it felt...right.

“And why is that?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, for starters, you’re kind of an ass,” Parker laughed, but then her tone turned serious. “Why the sudden change of attitude? You hated me before,” she looked down at her hands, picking at her nail.

Calum slipped his finger under her chin, forcing her head up to look at him. “I never hated you, angel,” he said honestly. “I just didn’t know what to do with how I was feeling. I’ve never really been in a relationship. I don’t trust anyone but Gram and my boys. I’ve felt different about you since day one. It freaked me out, and I handled it badly. But I want to make it up to you,” he added.

“So what made you come to your senses?” she asked again. “You went from the world’s biggest d-bag to, well, this,” Parker gestured between them, thinking of how sweet Calum had been today.

“Grace,” he stated simply. “I was sure you’d never give me a chance. ‘Cause I was such a d-bag,” he laughed, mimicking her use of the word. “But she convinced me otherwise.”

“Remind me to thank her for talking some sense into you,” Parker grinned.

Calum rolled his eyes, flopping down on his back. Parker lay down next to him, staring up at the ceiling. He lifted his arm and slipped it around her, pulling her close to his bare chest. She sighed contently, nuzzling closer to him.

» » » » » »

Calum woke the next morning with his arms wrapped around the sleeping blonde, legs tangled with hers.

Damn, he had it bad for her.

Calum had never stayed the night at a girl’s house before. It was one of his two most steadfast rules. But he had been so relaxed with Parker last night, he’d drifted off effortlessly.

For the first time in a very long time, Calum had been happy.

He pressed his face in between her neck and her shoulder, breathing in her scent. Parker stirred, humming sleepily as she rolled over to face him. She smiled lazily, burying her face in his chest.

“Good morning to you, too,” Calum chuckled. Parker mumbled a response, but it was muffled by Calum’s chest.

“I can’t hear you, love,” he smiled. If Calum didn’t already think Parker was cute, she was downright adorable in the morning.

She turned her face slightly to the side so he could hear her but didn’t pull back. “I said it’s too early. I’m not ready to be awake yet.” Parker yanked the duvet back over herself, moving closer to Calum and burying her face once more.

Calum would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed all day with her, but he was starving. “Not even for breakfast?” he asked.

It was amusing how fast she sat up, eyes wide in excitement. “Colasanti's?” she questioned.

“Fuck yeah, that sounds amazing.”

• • • • • •

An hour later, Parker and Calum walked side by side into the little buffet-style restaurant, sitting down in a booth by the window. Another thing Calum had never done with a girl—gone out for breakfast. It seemed he was experiencing lots of firsts when it came to Parker. Part of him felt overwhelmed with all the new experiences, but he knew it wasn’t a bad thing—it was just different for him. He was enjoying his time with her.

Calum followed Parker to the buffet table, watching as she filled her plate unashamedly with what seemed like every type of breakfast food the restaurant had to offer. It made Calum smile knowing she didn’t give two shits about what he thought of her food choices. He made a mental note to take her out to eat more often.

They sat at the table after their meal, talking as they sipped on their coffees. Calum watched her intently, taking in and studying every little detail about her face. Her short, blonde hair that she always wore tucked behind her ears, the gorgeous colour of her eyes—grey with flecks of blue, and her bright, white smile that lit up her entire face. She was the definition of warmth, Calum thought. It was a little bit scary how he went from being a cynical asshole who never saw the same girl twice to doing a complete 180 with Parker—sleeping over at her house, cuddling, going out for breakfast. He never thought he’d be that kind of guy, and here he was, being that guy, all in the span of less than 24 hours.

After breakfast, Calum walked Parker home. He leaned against the door frame when she opened it but didn’t follow her inside. “I should get going,” he stated, running a hand through his dark hair. “Wanna go visit Gram before I have to get to work.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Are you gonna go back to hating me again?” she teased, but part of her wondered if he would. Calum was unpredictable that way.

Calum frowned, obviously sensing the undertone of insecurity in her voice. He reached his arm out, grabbing her by the hip and pulling her roughly towards him, winding his arms around her waist. Parker looked up into his eyes, and he looked sincere. “I’m done being a dick, I told you that. I meant it.”

Parker said nothing, because she was scared to believe him, scared of having her heart broken. Calum could read the wariness on her face, so he tried again.

“You’re not getting rid of me now, angel,” Calum promised. “I plan on having many more repeats of last night,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw.

At his words, Parker’s mind flooded with images of their intimate evening, making her blush.

“And this morning,” he added. He ducked his head down so his eyes were level with hers. “I want you. All of this, with you.”

She hoped he meant it, because she wanted him, too. There was no use denying it anymore. “So when will I see you again?” she asked.

“What day do you have off this week?”

“I’m off all weekend,” she replied.

“Friday, then,” Calum stated simply, pressing a kiss to her lips. He lingered a moment, but pulled away before he could get too wrapped up in her. “See you around, love.” He pressed one last kiss to her forehead, and he was gone.

• • • • • •

Calum couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he entered the room at the end of the hall. Gram’s face lit up when she saw him.

“Hey there, pretty lady,” he grinned, bending down and giving the old woman a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, baby. You’re in a good mood,” she observed.

“Can’t I just be happy to see my favourite girl?”

“You don’t fool me for a second, young man,” Grace scolded playfully. “Now tell me. What’s got you all giddy?”

Calum’s face broke into an ear-splitting grin, and he told Grace all about his weekend with Parker. He left out the nitty-gritty details, of course, but she was too wise for him.

“So you showed her a good time, then?” she winked, nudging him with her elbow.

Calum groaned. “Jesus, Gram. You’re sick,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“What?” she shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m old, dear, I’m not dumb. I remember what it was like to be young and in love. Your grandfather was quite—” she paused, tilting her head, “talented, in the be—”

“Ooo-kay, I’m not interested in this conversation,” Calum cut her off, jumping off the bed. He kissed her on the cheek. “Get your mind out of the gutter, yeah? You’ll get yourself in trouble,” he laughed.

Grace just smiled. “You seem happy, dear. It looks good on you.”

Calum shrugged on his jacket as he made his way to the door. “Love you, pretty lady,” he said with a wink.

taglist: @treatallwithkindness

[mlinkwell]

Model Student (part 1)

Pairing: Johnny Suh x OC/Reader (fem)

Genre: uni!au/bf!au  //  lil angst/lil fluff (smut in future parts)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: strong language, mentions of sex, descriptions of nudity/nude images. This is a work of fiction. Please do not send nude photographs irl. Can go hella wrong.

AN: I just started my senior year of college (holy fuck)! To celebrate, here is *the* Johnny fic that I’ve been hinting at for so long. It’s my first original story on this blog. I’m so excited to continue this angsty ass tale very soon. PS, pairing says OC/Reader because while the protagonist has a name and description, parts from her pov are written in second person.

You moved from your shower to your bedroom, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you move from the small, steam-filled space to your air conditioned bedroom. You shivered ready to pull on some clothes and get in bed. 

You were over the whole school thing before you even got off campus. You knew that you needed to get organized now or you would have a rough month - and probably semester - ahead. However, you wanted nothing more than to call your boyfriend over and lay with him for the first time in weeks. You had let school get in the way of your relationship, and you missed Johnny desperately.

After getting somewhat accustomed to the chill of your room, you took the towel off and used in to squeeze some water from your hair. You moved over to where your phone was charging on your nightstand. You sat on the edge of your bed, careful not to let droplets from your hair soak your sheets. The screen of your phone showed a missed call from Johnny. He had called you during your shower and sent you a text soon after.

Johnny (3:24): Just wanted to chat for a sec. I miss you babe

Johnny (3:24): Busy today?

You smiled to yourself, the reassurance that he missed you too warming your heart. Your smile turned to a sly smirk as you looked at your phone. You couldn’t deny how many ways you missed him, and you were hoping you could get him feeling the same way.

You moved so that your knees were resting on your mattress, wet hair pulled over your shoulders. You took the towel and positioned it over you just so: one hand holding it over the middle of your chest with the rest of it gathered between your thighs. The sides of your breasts, stomach, and waist were still visible, the towel only cover enough to leave him wanting all of you. With your free hand, you held your phone up and away from you, getting as much of your body in the frame as you could. You excluded the top of your face from the image, only allowing him to see the way you bit your lower lip along with the way water dripped down your bare body from your hair. You snapped the picture and sent it to Johnny.

Yena (3:41): Sorry I missed your call. Just got out of the shower.

Yena (3:41): [image]

Yena (3:42): Can we be busy together tonight? I miss you, too

With that, you moved off your bed and to your closet for something to wear. If Johnny wanted to see more, it would have to be in person. You pulled on some underwear and grabbed one of Johnny’s shirts that you’d stolen over a year ago. Before you’d even finished pulling it over your head, you heard your phone ring.

———————————————————————————————————–

Johnny walked up the stairs toward the door, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. His last professor for the day professor dropping a completely new schedule out of the blue had sent the entire class into panic. Everyone, including Johnny, would have to rework whatever plan they already had for the semester around Dr. Young’s new outline. The walk from his final class to his house seemed miles longer than normal, every step spent trying to figure out when he would even have the time to sit down and accommodate his routine for this new course outline. He was far too exhausted for it to only be the afternoon, but uptight professors had taken a toll on him these past few weeks. He was stressed to say the least.

Not to mention that he’d barely had the time to see the one person he knew would help him keep his head on straight during all the confusion. Johnny already felt too wrapped up in the problem to step back and solve it. Head down and phone in hand, he began typing out a - probably desperate sounding - message as he pulled the front door open.

“Johnny!” His name was shouted as soon as he walked through the door. He looked up to see Yuta sprawled out on a couch in the living room. Yuta sat up as his friend and fraternity brother walked through the door. From Johnny’s posture and the look on his face, Yuta could tell something was wrong.

“Hey, Yuta,” Johnny replied a little less enthusiastically than usual and forced a smile. Yuta watched as Johnny tossed his backpack down and slump into a recliner. He looked at him for a few seconds longer before standing and hitting Johnny’s knee as he passed.

“Are you done for the day?” Yuta asked.

“Yeah,” Johnny breathed out.

“Come eat with me,” Yuta said. “We just got pizza. My treat.”

“Who is we?” Johnny asked as he followed along. He was in a bad mood, but not bad enough to pass up free food.

“Mark, Doyoung, whoever else wanders in before it’s gone,” Yuta explained as he led the way to the kitchen. 

“Give me one sec,” Johnny called to Yuta as he moved towards the stairs. “I’m gonna put my stuff away.”

“Hurry back!” Yuta called back. 

Johnny moved up the stairs and to his room. He carefully took the camera bag in his hand and set in on his desk before less gracefully dumping his backpack on the floor. He took his phone out of his back pocket, looking over the message he began typing out before Yuta’s pizza invite. He changed the wording of his message, however he quickly changed his mind and retyped the old message. He went back and forth between drafts. After landing on his original message again, he decided to delete it and call you instead.

He kept the phone tight in his hand, stress level raising lightly when he was sent to your voicemail. He was thinking of what to say when a loud knock on his door startled him, causing him to promptly hang up.

“Hey!” Yuta said through the door. “Food’s ready. How long does it take to put away your things?”

“I’ll be right there,” Johnny groaned. He shoved his phone back into his pocket as he bound down the stairs to the kitchen. As he made his way in, he found Mark and Doyoung already sitting on the table with a plate of pizza in front of each of them. Yuta was at the counter, loading up a plate for himself. Johnny followed Yuta’s lead, grabbing a few slices of his own before turning to the fridge for a bottle of water. Before he could turn around, Yuta was taking the water out of his hand and replacing it with a beer.

“Yah!” Johnny exclaimed as Yuta closed the fridge and pushed Johnny towards the table.

“You’re done for the day, aren’t you?” Yuta asked with a smirk.

“Just because I’m done with class doesn’t mean I’m done entirely,” Johnny clarified.

“We both know one beer isn’t going to get you too drunk to do your homework,” Yuta rolled his eyes as he settled beside Mark, who had been gushing to Doyoung about some new song he’d discovered. 

Johnny took his pizza and beer and sat next to Doyoung, although he barely chimed into the conversation. He slipped his phone from his pocket, deciding to follow up his phone call with a quick text since he hadn’t left you a voicemail.

Johnny (3:24): Just wanted to chat for a sec. I miss you babe

Johnny (3:24): Busy today?

Every few minutes, he found himself checking his phone to see if you had tried to call him back or answer his texts. Eventually, he accidentally tuned his brothers out entirely, aimless scrolling through social media in the hopes of seeing a notification from you as soon as it popped up. He only looked up to grab his pizza, taking a large bite before returning to flipping idly through his phone.

“Yah. Johnny.”

Johnny looked up from his phone, suddenly confused and embarrassed as all eyes were on him. He moved his gaze from Mark and Doyoung’s stares to the source of the voice. Yuta was sitting across from Johnny, his soft expression in contrast to the loud voice he’d used to get Johnny’s attention.

“What’s going on?” Yuta asked, voice now matching expression.

“Just eating,” Johnny replied. Yuta chuckled softly.

“You know what I mean,” he said. “You’ve seemed down ever since you walked in the door. What’s wrong?”

Johnny sighed, tossing his phone on the table as he tried to find the words to explain what all was troubling him.

“Is it Yena stuff?” Mark blurted out, making all eyes move to him instead. His face turned red as he said, “Sorry, hyung. I, I wasn’t thinking before I said that out loud.”

“Does Mark being an idiot make you feel better?” Doyoung spoke up. The smooth delivery of his comment made Johnny and Yuta burst into laughter and a tomato-red Mark put his head down on the table.

“I mean, he’s totally wrong,” Johnny laughed out lightly. The other three died down their laughter quickly, looking to their friend with concern written across their faces. 

“Oh shit, for real?” Yuta asked.

“I mean, we’re okay I think,” Johnny explained, “We’re not fighting or anything, but I haven’t even seen her enough to argue with her lately.”

“What’s stopping you from seeing her?” Doyoung asked.

“School just hit me really hard the past couple weeks,” Johnny groaned out. “My professors can’t make up their minds on our schedules and now I can barely keep my shit straight from reorganizing my plans.”

“And you’re not getting that stress relief from Yena?” Yuta teased, attempting to lighten the mood with a suggestive eyebrow raise as he tossed back more of his beer.

“Yeah, to be honest,” Johnny muttered loud enough for the others to hear.

“Wait! What?” Mark jerked his head up.

“I mean,” Johnny stretched his words out with a cocked head and a playful shrug. “I haven’t even heard from her today, so we definitely haven’t had time for other things.”

“Woah, woah, hyung,” Mark said through awkward laughter. Beside him, Yuta was almost red with laughter.

“Hey,” Yuta laughed out, “if you’re used to fucking all the time, a few weeks feels like a damn lifetime of celibicy.”

“Yah!” Doyoung interjected. “Stop. Mark’s a baby.”

His teasing only made Mark more embarrassed and the older boys laugh even more. Johnny finished off his pizza and beer, and he moved from his seat to clean his plate in the sink. Yuta slipped his plate in for Johnny to wash, a small fee for free food. Johnny quickly scrubbed down the plates before placing them in the drying rack.

“So, Johnny-hyung,” Yuta turned to Johnny, who was now leaning against the counter with another beer in hand, “why don’t you just, you know, ask Yena if you can..?”

“Nah, you guys told me girls don’t like that,” Mark interjected. “I thought you couldn’t lead with wanting sex because they’ll think that’s all you want from them.”

“They’ve been together for two years!” Yuta quipped. “It’s a little different after you’re committed for this long. They’re both without right now. It’s not like Yena will care.”

“Yeah I don’t think she cares,” Doyoung said, an awkward twinge to his phone. His eyes wide and looking down at Johnny’s phone, the screen illuminated from its place on the table. “Hyung, you, um - you got a text.”

His statement and demeanor drew the attention of the other two at the table. Both sets of fresh eyes went wide, an “oh shit” coming from Yuta’s mouth and a red tinge appearing on Mark’s ears to match Doyoung’s cheeks. Yuta was the first to tear his eyes away, snapping out of whatever trance the boys were in and covering the phone with his hand. “That’s not for us to see.”

“What is it?” Johnny asked as he reached for his phone. Yuta moved his hand away, not daring to look back at the device now that Johnny had come closer. Johnny held the phone up, his notifications displayed despite the locked screen, images included. Taking up most of his screen was a string of messages from you.

Yena (3:41): Sorry I missed your call. Just got out of the shower.

Yena (3:41): [image]

Yena (3:42): Can we be busy together tonight? I miss you, too

In between the two text messages was a photo of you. One hand was holding the camera far enough away to get a full shot of your body, which was only covered by the towel your other hand was pressing to your chest. Wet hair and skin, you were obviously fresh out of the shower when you sent it, and you were obviously just as needy for Johnny as he was for you. 

He would have been wholeheartedly focused on how absolutely breathtaking you were to him, if it weren’t for the fact that you’d taken away the breath of three of his closest friends. He looked back at Yuta, Doyoung, and Mark, all of whom averted their eyes. Johnny could feel a little rage building in him as it sunk in that this is what they’d all stared at far too long. Johnny looked back at his phone, reading your last message again. Can we be busy together tonight?

“You’re all really fucking lucky I don’t have the time to kill you,” Johnny told them, only half-joking, as he walked out of the kitchen and towards his room, calling you as he went.

———————————————————————————————————–

“Hello,” you answered your phone as casually as possible, worried that Johnny would practically hear the teasing smirk plastered on your face if you were too obvious about teasing him upfront.

“Hey, baby,” Johnny’s smooth voice filled your ear. “What, uh - what are you up to?”

“Just got dressed,” you said. You let that statement set it for adding, “I’ll probably start on some assignments in a bit.”

“Same,” Johnny replied, completely ignoring your first comment. “I’ve got some reworking to do to my assignment scheduling.”

“Again?” You asked, genuinely distracted from your little act.

“Again,” he confirmed. “Dr. Young. Again.”

“Well,” you began as you gathered your laptop and notebook and took them to your desk, “Could we work on it together? We don’t have to if you’re too busy, but I really miss you.”

“I miss you, too, baby girl,” Johnny said, the sincerity in his voice making your heart flutter. “Let me gather my stuff up and I’ll be over in a bit.”

“Be safe,” you told him as you opened your laptop, attempting to type with one hand.

“Always,” he assured you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[floralseokjin]

PBN drabble | It’s Yoongi’s birthday and he deserves a ride...

warnings; smut, fluffy domesticated stuff that i can’t handle 🤧inspired by his new selfies today and of course, his birthday... my favourite characterisation of min yoongi had to make a cb! wordcount; 1.6k

listen to; she treats me well – ben howard

“What are you doing, Yoongi?”

Shit. You’ve woken up. He can hear your hand brushing against the empty sheets on his side of the bed. Aimlessly searching for him. He had been so close to finishing undetected too... Just about to turn his monitor off when you stirred.

Think. Maybe if he stays silent, you’ll think you’re dreaming and nod off back to sleep. It’s too late to switch the monitor off now so he prays the bluish glow coming from it doesn’t wake you up even more. He wishes too late.

“Hm. What time is it?” You sound groggy, and he hears you sit up, reaching for your phone on the nightstand.

“Late,” he tells you, realising silence isn’t an option now that your eyes are open. He winces ahead of time, just before you cry out his name sleepily.

“Yoongi!”

“Go back to sleep,” he whines quietly. He knows he was playing a dangerous game when he’d crawled out of bed just gone half 11.

“How can I?!” You exclaim, but you don’t sound mad, just hella cute and sleepy. He turns his head so he can see your darkened figure, phone screen lighting up your face as you pout. Almost irresistibly. “It’s been your birthday for nearly 3 hours and you’ve been alone!”

He scoffs. “Birthdays don’t start until morning.” But he knows better. This is why you’re annoyed. You’d wanted to stay awake past 12 to wish him a happy birthday, but because you’re 23 going on 63, you don’t know time exists past 11pm... Birthdays are lame anyway. Just another day. You don’t agree though, and now he’s in deep shit.

“It’s 3am.” Quarter too, Yoongi thinks to himself but he knows better than to correct you right now. “It is morning.” He can’t argue there he guesses.

“You said you were going to sleep, too.”

That he had. Because you know what he’s like. Working on his music in the only free time he has. Night time. He just really can’t quit right now. His dream could become a reality, but he can’t tell you that yet. Not until Hobi’s friend really loves something and wants to use it. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, yours either, because you support him so well...

But not at 3am. On his birthday. Don’t forget that one. He’d tricked you. Letting you fall asleep in his arms at exactly 11:11pm (late for you) and then he’d expertly rolled you on to your side before he’d slipped out of bed and crept to his desk.

“God, what does it feel like to sleep next to my boyfriend?” You grouch, and he watches you climb out of bed. Great. Now he feels guilty. “I can’t remember anymore.”

He rolls his eyes. “Quit being dramatic.” You’re in front of him now, looking down at him judgingly. He outstretches his arms, holding your hips. Voice soft. “Get back to bed. Look I’m going too–”

He can’t finish his sentence, nor get up, because you’re climbing on his lap, straddling him, kissing him. This seems to be a position you’re both in a lot. His fault, definitely. But right now, he really can’t feel bad.

“Happy birthday,” you murmur against his lips.

“Mhm. Thank you,” he squeezes out against yours. Hands finding their way down the sides of your thighs and to your ass. He gives it a squeeze. He really can’t resist. His excuse? He needs to make sure this is all real every once in a while...

Your tongue catches and curls with his, a shaky breath leaving him because he can’t help it. You pull back and weave your hands through his hair, eyes narrowing. He knows what’s coming so he stops you beforehand.

“Leave the hair alone.” He sighs.

“I just... I can’t get used to it.” You shake your head. Still eyeballing his brand new blonde locks. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to have a mid-life crisis at 25.”

“Quarter life crisis.” He corrects. Not like that was the reason though. Try the loss of a bet between him and Seokjin...

You pout again. He kisses it from your lips. “No, I like it...” You insist, kissing down his jaw and to his neck. He closes his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle. This will always be the best feeling. You in his arms. Your mouth on his skin. He’s the luckiest guy in the world. Yellow hair or not.

“I really do,” you hum. It heats a patch against his skin. “It’s just you’re not my Yoongi anymore.”

You’re talking in pout now too, sounding cute. His hands find your back, nudging you until you lift away and look at his face. “I’ll always be your Yoongi,” he smiles. “For as long as you want me.” Cheesy, yes, but who cares? Although he kisses you to hide the flush on his cheeks.

“Forever, then,” you reply simply.

He shrugs, voice growing in volume as he wonders something. “Fine by me but isn’t that impossible? What do I have left now? Forty? Fifty years max?”

“Yoongii,” you whine, pushing at his chest. “Stop being so morbid.” He chuckles in response, but you’re carrying on. “They’ll find a way to freeze us soon. We can live forever then.”

He thinks someone has watched too my conspiracy videos, but yeah, forever with you doesn’t seem too bad. He tells you that with more kisses, nipping at your bottom lip, hands in your hair, yours gripping his shoulders. It turns needy fast, but of course, he’s always needy for you.

“Let’s get to bed,” he murmurs out of breath, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Here’s fine,” you more or less moan. It fucks him up. You run a hand down his chest. “I want to ride the birthday boy in his favourite chair.”

“Fuck.” That ends him. He’s never had birthday sex before. He thinks he’d like to start. “Ride away,” he smirks, leaning back, letting you take the reins.

His dick is already hard when you remove it from his sweat pants. No surprise there. It would be more of a shock if he was limp. You’re wet, but not super wet as you tug your pyjama shorts to the side and press down on him. More like moist and waiting for his cock like you are most days. He slips inside with a slight push, because you’re made for him now. You take his dick so well. He, on the other hand, is always stunned when he feels the velvety warmth of your insides. He can never get used to it no matter how hard he tries.

He sits back and lets you ride him, because that’s all he can do. Watching you in the bluish glow, hair in his eyes. God. You really are stunning. So pretty. So beautiful. His. He always needs to remind himself that. But not like he used to. Before he used to be scared and worried. Now he’s just thankful and lucky. You’re his, and he’s yours, and that’s how it should be.

He wants to touch you some more. Feel his hands on your body. His mouth. So ever so carefully he pulls down a part of your tank top, the strappy sleeve having fallen down your arm, to reveal one of your breasts. He takes your nipple in his mouth, laving and sucking it at his whim, your other breast getting kneaded by his palm. The extra stimulation gets you sighing so sweetly it makes his heart jerk around in that chest of his. Your mouth parted, eyes lidded.

You really are the girl of his dreams. He used to think this could never work out. That everything was too messy. Too much having happened. Not after you loved another just to love him. But now he sees the truth. You had to love another just to love him. It makes sense now, and that’s amazing. Some things just have to happen. You persevere. You never lose hope. Life works in mysterious ways. Maybe in the back of his mind he’d call it fate. Yeah. Maybe.

You cum quickly because you’re grinding on him like a maniac and your tits have always been too sensitive. An I love you falls from his tongue, and he cums to your I love you more, a stupid smile on his face, because that game never gets old.

“If we stay like this for a while hopefully we don’t have to clean up,” he hopes moments later, cock still stuffed inside you, growing flaccid.

You pull a face. “I’m still cleaning up, and then we sleep.” That’s a direct command. You slip off him with shaky knees, getting to your feet. “Or do I have to chain you to the bed?”

He watches some of his cum drip down the inside of your thigh. Well, there goes his great idea. “Mhm. Kinky,” he agrees, folding his dick back in his sweats as he stands too. “I’m down.”

You ignore him. “We have to get up early tomorrow. Your birthday itinerary starts at 9am sharp.”

He nods. Yes, boss. He has no clue what you’ve planned but he’s excited. He just won’t let on how much... You smile victorious, making moves for his door and to the bathroom. He grabs your hand, tugging you back gently.

“One more kiss,” he suggests with a pout. Of course you agree. He hums into your mouth happily as he pulls away. “Mm. Happy birthday to me.”

[canyourscienceexplainthis]

Ok here are my ideas for this as requested by @cluelesslesbian

In my mind this is set in a modern college au and Zuko is moving into a super shitty super cheap house off campus with Jet and Haru cause Jet and Zuko being roommates is something that can actually be so personal and bitches love jetru (it’s me, I’m bitches)

Zuko grew up hella rich because of his father’s business (not sure what Ozai would do, probably something warcrime-y and overall unethical, but oh boy did he make money from it), and therefore never had to do a lot of regular stuff like pay a phone bill or do laundry or, say, assemble furniture

Zuko moved in with his uncle when he was 13 because he couldn’t stand to be around his piece of shit abusive father anymore, but he still had access to his dad’s accounts (and it’s not like he could spend enough to even make a dent in Ozai’s exorbitant wealth anyways)

I also think Zuko would spend his dad’s money on stuff he knows Ozai would hate as a fuck you to him and his godawful business

Now imagine Zuko is moving into their new place and had the brilliant (read: stupid) idea to buy all his furniture from ikea because “how hard could it be to assemble an 8 piece desk?”

Cue him calling Aang mid-assembly to have a full on diatribe against ikea because “the pictures don’t help at all and the instructions might as well actually be in Swedish and do they give you extra screws cause I have like 8 leftover”

Aang can’t come help cause he’s too busy with prepping his floor rep and TA stuff, so Zuko finally gives up all hope of figuring out the jigsaw puzzle that is his bed/desk/nightstand/everything else he needs to, y’know, work and sleep, and says, “fuck it I’ll just pay someone to do it”

This seems to give Aang a lightbulb idea because he starts babbling like “hey remember how last semester I accidentally signed up for that math course cause the registrar sucks at labeling and we only have like 5 minutes to actually register for classes otherwise they fill up and then you’re waitlisted and the wait lists are so unpredictable and—”, “Aang for the love of god yes I remember, what does this have to do with my current lack of places to sleep and study”, “well I met a guy in that class who’s, like, a for real genius, and he mentioned that sometimes he does handiwork for some extra cash, it’d probably be cheaper than hiring a professional”

While Zuko does love the idea of spending lots of Ozai’s “hard earned” money on a task he’s sure his father would be enraged that he couldn’t just figure out himself, he also wants to spend it in helpful ways, and supporting a struggling college student is as good as any

Did I mention that their house is a shithole? Cause it’s truly the worst. Like, in Azula’s words, “this pit should be condemned” (she also not-so-affectionately nicknamed it the crap-shack). So when Sokka comes over to assemble Zuko’s furniture he also immediately notices the just slightly sideways door that you really have to put your weight into to shut, and the bubbled up linoleum floors, and (when he was using the bathroom) the shower door that squeaks and sticks when you try to open it

The thing about Sokka is that he’s a problem solver and loves taking things that are in disarray and making them fit into a cohesive unit. So, even though he finished with Zuko’s furniture in under an hour, he’s aching to sort out the rest of this dilapidated house (he lingers at the door really trying to be casual like “hey if you ever need anything else around here fixed up you have my number”, if it’s also a good excuse to see the cute guy that lives here again, well then that’s his business)

And Zuko ends up taking him up on it (not just cause he’s gorgeous and a genius and 100% his type—which Jet just can’t stop bringing up). What really does him in though is when he goes to the kitchen to get a study snack and looks out the window only to see a shirtless Sokka, who was just supposed to deal with their lawn and weed situation, planting lilies he must have brought himself in their garden

Oh also I think this would be how Katara and Aang meet cause Zuko and Sokka would eventually start hanging out outside of Sokka doing all the shit that Zuko never learned how to do (I’m picturing Sokka like “hey a bunch of friends and I are planning on going to karaoke night if you’re up for it?” And at said karaoke night is the beginnings of kataang and Zukka)

Once again cursing the fact that I never developed my story writing skills because I want a handyman Sokka x former rich kid Zuko fic so bad