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The blazing Moroccan sun beats down on Rafe, its intensity mirrored by the firestorm raging in his mind. Dust hangs in the air around him, adding to the harshness of the moment as he stands over the well. Below, Groff coughs and groans, his face contorted in pain, but Rafe barely spares him a second glance. His rage overpowers everything else, even the satisfaction he should feel. He narrows his eyes, voice laced with anger and finality.
âCheckmate, bitch!â he yells down, his words slicing through the hot, tense air. The motorcycle engine heâd used to get out here sits idle a few feet away, rumbling like his frustration.
He turns on his heel, muttering a curse, fists clenched. As he stalks away from the well, he pulls out his phone and dials Sofiaâs number, his chest tight with the realization that everything he thought he knew was a lie.
Sofia answers after two rings, her voice as casual as if he hadnât just found out about her betrayal. âHey, babe, whatâs up ?â
Rafeâs voice is steely, cold. âIs it true? Is it true, what Groff just told me? Is it?â
The silence on her end is all he needs. He can practically hear her scrambling for words, but she never manages to answer. His face twists in anger.
âPack your shit. Get out of my house,â he snarls, a final, unforgiving edge in his voice. âGod, after everything I did for you? Weâre done. Done.â He hangs up before she can say another word, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a bitter scoff. Betrayed, twice overâand heâd ignored the only person who saw it coming.
He stands there, baking in the Moroccan heat, his mind racing back to a month ago in Kildare, when you and he had argued over Sofia. Youâd warned him that she wasnât who she seemed. Heâd brushed you off, accusing you of jealousyâknowing damn well that there was more to it. You were his best friend, but it was complicated; that line had already been crossed too many times, with late-night kisses and tangled sheets. But you two hadnât spoken since that fight, since the way heâd brushed you off had hurt deeper than either of you cared to admit.
Taking a breath, he pulls out his phone again, fingers hovering over your name. He hesitates, swallowing his pride, before finally pressing call.
The phone rings, and you pick up after a few moments, your voice tight with annoyance. âWhat, Rafe?â
Your tone makes him pause, but the way you sound almost comforts him, even with the irritation clear in your voice. Youâre thereâback in Kildare, probably sitting cozy in your little apartment. Meanwhile, heâs out here under the scorching sun, alone, trying to piece together his pride.
He clears his throat. âHey⌠princess,â he says, voice softened, the pet name slipping out before he can stop it. He can almost feel you rolling your eyes on the other end, but he presses on, the words weighing heavy on him. âIâuh⌠Look, Iâm sorry. You were right.â
Thereâs a surprised pause, and he hears you shift in your seat as if youâre debating whether to hang up or let him speak. When you do answer, your tone is a bit softer, cautious.
âWhat happened?â
Rafe lets out a dry, humorless laugh. âTurns out Sofia was exactly who you said she was. A snake. And here I was, thinking you were just being⌠petty. But I guess Iâm the idiot, huh?â
You breathe out, and he can picture you shaking your head, lips pressed together. âYou wouldnât listen,â you say quietly, as if the words hold more hurt than anger.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his voice. âI know. I was so damn sure you were just jealous. I meanââ He pauses, grappling with how to say it. âHell, I thought you were jealous because you⌠I donât know. I thought you didnât want me with her because weâŚâ His voice trails off, but the implication lingers between you.
âYeah,â you say softly, almost to yourself. âI get it.â
Rafe bites his lip, letting the words sink in. âCan I see you? Iâm done here in a few days, and I could be back in Kildare very soon. I could stop by, explain⌠properly.â
A beat passes, and when you finally speak, itâs careful, guarded. âAfter everything you said last time, why should I?â
He laughs softly, almost self-deprecating. âBecause I think you might be the only person I can trust right now. And⌠I miss you.â His voice drops, laced with a warmth he canât help. âEven if youâre just going to gloat and rub it in my face.â
You chuckle, and he smiles, savoring the sound. âI donât know if I miss you or if I just feel sorry for you,â you tease, but the playfulness is back in your tone, if only faintly.
âYeah, yeah,â he says, amusement lacing his words. âAct like you donât care. But come on, you miss me. Admit it.â
A small silence follows, and he imagines the way your lips twitch into a smile. Finally, you relent. âMaybe a little. But youâre bringing wine. Good wine.â
âOh, donât worry, baby,â he says, the flirtation back in his voice. âOnly the best for you.â
You scoff, but he hears the hint of a laugh. Itâs the closest thing heâs had to a good moment in a long time. He takes a breath, savoring the thought of leaving this mess behind and getting back to Kildareâback to the only person who knew him well enough to call him out, and care anyway. As the call ends, he puts his phone in his pocket, a grin spreading across his face, motivating him to get that crown and go to his princess.
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Imagine Geto and Gojo like your glorified bullies. They have had their eyes on you ever since they saw you. No one actually believed them to be bullies, sure they are arrogant and a bit mean but still, they are the golden duo of the Campus, loved and adored by everyone⌠but secretly obsessed with you, so but SO obsessed that their innocent teasing, playful at most, in time became more physicalâŚ.
"Eyes on me, pretty," Geto grunts and swears and sweats and CAN'T seem to look away when he guides you down and kiss the tip of his cock, your tongue licking the roundness of the head like a lollipop, all in hope that this one-night stand will manage to dissuade this devilish duo from continuing to harass you, make them have their fill and be done with you.Â
Geto watches you closely, breaths coming out labored and heavy. Your pretty eyes finally locking with his lovesick stare, orbs full of a sick devotion he refuses to give to anyone else, only perhaps to Satoru, who right now canât help but chuckle amused at the love-stricken look Geto has on his face, not realizing he has the same damn look right at that moment.
"Dammit! youâll be my end, I just know it,â the raven-haired heaves way too reverently before he realizes how vulnerable you are making him look and immediately, tries to keep face in front of a giggling Satoru. âTold ya, this little cunt can easily take us both.âÂ
Geto's hand comes to rest on your hair a little meaner, pushing you down and making you choke on his fat cock, butâ⌠allowing you to control the speed with which you suck him off. Dammit! he just canât control that soft spot he has for you.
Gojo snickers and rolls his eyes, shaking his head lightly at the devastating effect your mere existence has in his bestie⌠and in him, if heâs being honest.Â
"Don't hog her, Suguru-"Â Â
You blearily stare back into Satoru Gojoâs pouting grimace and he looks more frustrated than amused this time, you could laugh at how pathetic he looks if your mouth wasn't being used to make his best friend cum. Your drooling lips dragging over Suguru's throbbing cock, you can only try to follow his thrusting hips in order to protect the fragile, frayed strands of your sanity.
âYou said you w-wantedâŚ.â Suguru has to concentrate to form logical sentences, âher s-sweet pussy first-âŚâ he chokes a little when the tip touches the back of your throat but recovers the best he can, âthen have-have her sweet p-pussy first, dumbass.â
You just ignore their little quarrel, just nibbling the sides of Geto's cock before he´s making you go down on him with a little more force, taking him whole in one go. Gojo lets his growing twinge of jealousy guide his next actions and with a mischievous grin, varnishes his lips in saliva, making sure are nice and slick to lick a fat and wet trip on your quivering slit.
You yelp at the unexpectedness and Geto shushes you, a benevolent expression on his face.Â
"Just concentrate on sucking my cock," he hums and noticing your struggle, adds, "breath through your nose, pretty, nice and easy... just listen to my voice, sweetness."Â
Eventually you do as he says, taking more of Geto in your mouth. "That's right, that's a good girl.â The raven-haired praises unable to hide anymore how much he wants you for himself. How much he wants to devote his life to you⌠and maybe, Satoru as well. If you can handle both, he'll take it... if you only want him, he'll take it faster.
Gojo's pathetic shriek tells Geto that he manages to slip in your tightness and your bouncing hips on his cock make him moan, appreciatively.Â
Gojo's powerful hips colliding with your bruised ass cheeks without an inch of restraint is making sucking Geto off, sloppier and dirtier, and somehow, making him love it even more. Making him more verbal and prompter to show his more vulnerable side.
You knew that from the two, Geto was the machiavellian mind behind every act of bullying against you, but right nowâŚÂ this man, this weak mass of hormones, broken groans and trembling thighs under your hands were also showing a disarmingly sweet and unexpected, side of him. Something intimate and utterly private.
"Am I being too rough? Are you comfortable?" His rambling started all of the sudden and kept coming⌠"You want it deeper, should Gojo speed up or slow down..." "You're so beautiful. Ask us for ANYTHING, we'll put Tokyo at your feet... be our princess." "Shit! If you keep sounding so incredibly adorable, I'm going to cum... I don't want to cum yet-" "No, don't stop, let me hear you... I was just thinking out loud, I love the way our name sounds in your voice. Oh baby! You're going to be my downfall, please... be my downfall!
âOUR downfall!âÂ
Gojo corrects and the two men lock eyes. His cock stills inside you and your body tenses. Thereâs a heavy silence before Geto nods in agreement, the easygoing grin back on his lips.Â
"Sorry. It slipped out. Our girl," he shifts his dark gaze to your reddened face and his eyes soften again. "You knew we bullied you because we like you, donâcha? I know you knew it-âÂ
You didnât. You actually don't want to believe that to be the reason, that reason gives you more chills than the fact that they only saw you as a passing victim. This new information makes you make him cum faster, it slips down your chin and neck at how heavy it is, and you hear him chuckle breathlessly, as one of his hands pet your head, way too gently.Â
"Y-You just wanted to keep us on the edge of our seats, y-you wanted to torture us, I just know it, kitten... well, you did well... we're crazy-crazy about you.â
You freeze, donât knowing how to react, so you donât⌠and they notice.
Soon Gojo finishes too, and a loop begins, one after another after another⌠like trying to brand you from the inside out, they need to seize their chance. Satoruâs strong but gentle fingers keep you effectively anchored to his groin, as he only hums appreciatively in response to your adorable, pathetic moans as both keep feeding those glorious pieces of meat to your conquered holes.Â
âYou, letting me rut into your softness and enduring our frenzy with such grace has undoubtedly been the best thing of my damn year, pretty." Satoru finally confesses, leaving his tough guy facade aside. Both their masks are off for good now.
Suguru Geto chuckles at his confession, you make them so desperate, so desperate to hear something more than moans mumbled brokenly from your lips, they want to hear you say that you accept all their proposals and future plans, that you are their girlfriend, their future wife, the future mother of their child⌠he wants to hear that you are HISâŚÂ Theirs, he means, theirs.Â
But you donât and that irks and burns deeper than expected and makes them have to go back to their nasty and reprovable behavior. Unfortunately for you, they just run out of patience.
âYâknow,â Suguru starts conversationally, disturbingly stretched grin and unfaltering obsidian gaze betraying his previous gentle approach and innocently whispered proclamations of love. âI REALLY like this pussy⌠I think weâll keep it.â
You hear Satoru laugh, and for the first time, you can glimpse your mistake. This wasnât a night one stand, their greed for you is bottomless, your foolish attempt to tame them, failed and now they look greedier than EVER.
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This is why, more than ever, the left needs to get our shit together. Because orange man can say whatever he wants, and not only get away with it, but get support over it. He acknowledged that himself; "I could kill someone on the steps of the Whitehouse and people would still vote for me." (Roughly, I'm not sure if the exact quote.) and he was fucking right because, guess what's people did still vote for him.
Right now, the right are united as fuck, and we don't have that to that level. Get involved in your local punk scene, even if you don't listen to the music, and create a goddamn community because we need to fight our asses off against facism, and we can only do that as a united group.
We need to stop it with the alienation and the gatekeeping bullshit, because we need numbers. Small disagrements don't warrant being kicked out of a community. (Bare in mind I'm talking about SMALL disagreements, not about discrimination.)
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You wake up in the comfort of your home, snuggled in thick fluffy sheets. Despite the cold, birds still chirp outside advising you to start your day already. You stay in bed a little longer today, staring out the window, trying to get a hold of your thoughts.
It's been a good few days since you left that Orcs house, a few days to think about the experience and mull over what to do next.
You jolt out of your thoughts when you see, out the window, quick anxious scampering behind the snow covered bushes. Jumping out of bed, you hastily get dressed, fumbling with your boots and grabbing your trusty bow hanging by the door and a few arrows. You peek outside, sneaking as quietly as possible on the old wooden floor of the stoop, arrow already notched against the bowstring. You can only see the critters ears, twitching, listening for any trouble. It's either a rabbit or a hare, you hope for the latter.
You wait there for a good fifteen minutes, bow strung, waiting for the thing to move just a little to the left of the bush for a better shot. Your fingers burn on the string, didn't have time to grab your gloves. The second it hops slightly out of the bush, you let go of the arrow and send it flying right into the cotton tailed critter.
When you step back inside your warm cottage, you make a beeline for the kitchen with the hare in your hand. It's quite a lucky catch, a large jack. You use this as an excuse, you actually come up with plenty excuses while you prepare a hearty stew. "There's so much meat here, it would be wrong not to share." "If I don't repay him, it'll weigh on me for far too long." "I need to bring him his flask back." "I need a good hike anyway."
Stupid rationales for the absurd idea you have conjured up. Nevertheless, you get out your fanciest ceramic pot and cook your best hare stew. You fret, far more than you'd admit, over how little ingredients you have due to the winter. Come afternoon, and you're trekking the woods, past the Human territory and into unwelcomed lands. You clutch the handle of the basket holding your steaming pot of stew tightly inside and his flask, which you filled with your favourite Red bush tea. This is just so you're even and then you never have to think about this Orc ever again.
Somewhere in your mind you know that's not true, You'll never be able to forget what happened. You were content in your woods, pretending you weren't lonely, why has this Orc changed that? It was easy pushing the cravings down before why is the hunger suddenly so present, so consuming.
You eventually step into the clearing where his home lies, Your thoughts continue to meander as your feet take you straight to the steps into his home. Now, you can't just leave it out for him but you can't just knock on the door and run away either...
You knock on the door three times, taking a deep breath and then cursing yourself for needing to do that. What if he doesn't want to see you again? Sure, he saved you from dying but that doesn't mean he'd want you in his home ag-
The door opens slowly, it takes you a minute to look up from the stone floor of the small veranda but when you do, it's those same dark brown eyes looking back at you. He looks shocked to see you, you expected as much. After a few awkward moments of staring, you hold the basket up with both hands, opening the top to reveal the red ceramic pot and his flask. He looks down at the parcel with a rather blank expression and it makes your skin crawl with anxiety. You gesture for him to take the basket and he quickly, with frustratingly gentle hands, takes it from you. He takes a peek inside the pot, letting the built-up steam poor out and his eyes grow even wider, you can't tell if he likes it or not and it's killing you.
Of course he didn't want to see you. The last time you were together he woke up to you, a stranger, on top of him watching him sleep! Your face is hot with shame, you turn to leave but then hear him say something in Orcish, you turn around to face him. You're a little taken back to see the hopeful look in his eyes as he holds the door open for you, waiting for you to accept his invitation.
Timidly, you step inside. Being here again sends a shiver down your spine. The Orc gently rests the basket on his little (in comparison to him) living room table, then heads to the kitchen. He comes back with a tray of two bowls, two mugs and cutlery. It shocks you how easily you take his silent invitation to stay for dinner as you both set the table as if it's a normal thing for basically strangers to do. While he dishes up hearty portions of steamy stew in rather large bowls, you pour the red tinted tea into the two mugs he brought.
You sit down on opposite sides of the wooden table and dig in. The spoon, like the bowl, is rather big and made out of what appears to be a hard dark wood. As you taste your stew, doubts trickle into your mind. Is it too runny? Is the meat too tough? Do Orcs prefer tougher meat? Is it too bland for him?
The scrape of his chair on the floor interrupts your thoughts and you look up at him. He's scooping up more stew with the serving spoon and plopping it into his empty bowl. You stare at him bewildered, he's already going for seconds. How did he even swallow all that so fast?
He notices you staring and looks embarrassed, like he's done something wrong. You shake your head lightly and gesture for him to continue. He smiles rather bashfully for an Orc and plops another spoon full onto his heaped bowl. You hide the smile that creeps onto your face behind a hot mug of tea.
After the pot has been thoroughly emptied and your stomachs are full, he starts clearing up his side of the table. You go to follow but he swiftly takes your bowl from you, sets it on the tray with everything else and walks off to the kitchen. For a second you sit rather dumbly at the empty table, the sound of splashing water comes from the kitchen as you look around the Orc's abode.
Your eyes are drawn to a packed bookshelf in the corner, you try not to be that impressed that an Orc would willingly read so many books. You imagine you would be pretty insulted if someone said that about you, and you know full well that reading is a lovely way to pass the time in such a quiet life as yours and his.
He steps back into the room holding two mugs of what was left of the tea, you suppose that means he likes it? He places them on the small table in front of the couch and takes a seat. He doesn't show any indication that he expects you to sit with him but you find yourself sinking down next to him anyway.
He picks up a little book on the low table and pages through it, it's green with bold Orcish on the front. You try to seem uninterested with what he's doing, staring down at your tea until he shuffles closer to you, pointing to a specific page in the book. You scrunch your eyebrows and lean closer, reading the text he's pointing to.
"Thank you."
Your breath catches and you read further down the page, seeing bold Orcish words followed by Human Common words.
It's a translation book.
You laugh (more like wheeze) in surprise and disbelief. The Orc looks nervous, looking back at the book to make sure he pointed to the right word. You gently take the book from him and page through it, searching.
After quite a while you finally find it, in what you assume is the "Helpful phrases" section and point it out for him.
"You're welcome."
He lets out a hearty laugh and you grin at the sound. You made him laugh. His eyes crinkle, deepening the crows feet just above his cheeks which seem a darker green than before.
After that you sit together in quiet comfort, drinking the rest of your tea and peeking at the words in his book as he pages through the translations. The book is new, the spine isn't creased from use and the pages are still firm and fresh. Did he get this book because of you?
The thought stirs something strange in your belly and you can't tell if you should invite it in or reject it. Your eyes shift to the window near the door and you jump when you see the sun is setting. How has it been that long?
You rise from the couch and grab your basket, shoving your now clean ceramic pot into it. The Orc looks at you confused, looks towards the window, and then shoots up himself, quickly heading to the kitchen. You shrug your fur coat on at the door and wait patiently for him to return, basket in hand.
He returns with the same flask he gave you the last time you left in a hurry. He may be even more bashful this time he hands it to you and you don't need to open it to know what's inside. You nod your head again in thanks and he smiles wider than you'd think an Orc capable, if you hadn't met him, that is.
You walk out of his house, flask tucked in your basket. When you reach the end of the clearing you turn around and there he is, standing on the veranda watching you leave. You hesitate for a moment and then give him a little wave goodbye. He returns it with his own.
As you walk through thick trees you wonder if the nearby human village has a book vendor. Not for any particular reason.
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Hello Kisses
Pairing: poly!marauders x reader
Summary: Sirius loves to give hello kisses to his darlings.
Note: Hi, hello, hey, it's me. I can't believe it took me this long to post something new of my own! Work is eating me alive, you guys. Seriously. Anyways, I really hope you like this!!! Thanks for reading!
Remus loves the lazy afternoons.
More importantly, he loves the lazy afternoons with you.
As the one with the least amount of energy in this relationship, considering his lovely boyfriends of course, you are the most eligible for the afternoon naps or the cuddles with book in hand.
Remus looks down at your peaceful expression as your head rests on his lap, eyes closed as you listen to Remus' gentle voice while he reads. For a moment, he thinks you are asleep with how comfortable you look. Until, of course, you smile without opening your eyes.
"Are you staring at me?" You ask, your playful voice almost imitating Sirius.
Remus smiles instead of pointing that out.
"How'd you know?" He asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the gentle silence in the house.
"You stopped reading, genius." You open your eyes to look at him, which only makes your smile widen as you see Remus peek at you from under the book he is holding.
"Maybe I was trying to create suspense." He replies, although you can see him trying to hide a smile of his own.
"I don't think romance is the right genre for that, love."
He wants to reply with a sarcastic or witty comeback, he really does, but how can he when your smile is lighting up the whole room? He can't quite find it in himself to interrupt it, honestly.
Yet, a moment later, the apartment door opens and interrupts it, and Remus finds himself unreasonably annoyed at it.
"Hello, my darlings." Sirius' voice echoes from the hallway.
And just like that, Remus' annoyance turns to a soft and mushy type of love inside him.
"Hey, Siri." You turn your head towards the hallway, signaling your boyfriend your whereabouts.
The raven-haired boy is quick to find you. Remus finds that the smile Sirius wears when he looks at the two of you, can rival the smile you had a minute ago; lighting up the room and making Remus feel all fuzzy inside.
As Remus puts his book down with a piece of napkin as a bookmark between the pages, Sirius walks up to him and leans in for a kiss.
"Hi." Remus whispers, ever so softly. You see Sirius smile and rather than answering verbally, he kisses Remus gently.
You don't get a chance to tease them about public display of affection between two parties in your living room, because a minute later Sirius leans in to Remus' lap for your kiss.
After he feels satisfied enough with his hello kisses, Sirius stands up straight to look around for your only other boyfriend who isn't present in the living room.
"Where's Jamie?" He asks to the two of you. Remus nods towards the bathroom.
"In the shower."
Remus watches as Sirius' face lights up with a mischievous grin as he stalks to the bathroom, quiet as a mouse. Remus' eyes follow his movements until he hears your soft voice from his lap.
"He'll barge in, won't he?" You sound like you're holding in a sigh but when he looks down at you, he sees the fond smile you always have around them.
"He has to get his kiss." Remus replies, shrugging as he repeats Sirius' usual excuse.
"Maybe I should start doing that." You look up at him with a playful glimmer in your eyes.
"Doing what?" He asks, voice still as quiet as before.
"Demanding kisses."
He smiles down at you, all warm yet playful in his own way.
"Dove, you want a kiss?"
"It doesn't count as demanding if you're offering."
"There's a reason you don't demand kisses." He leans down, his eyes flickering to your lips momentarily before he continues with a whisper. "We always offer."
You meet him halfway for the kiss and Remus feels you smile into it.
"Pads! Oh my fucking God!" James' voice manages to get to the living room.
Remus pulls away, feeling your giggles before they even reach his ears. Your laughter mixes with Sirius'.
"You scared the crap out of me!" Remus shakes his head as he finds himself unable to hold his chuckling at James' continuous exclamations.
"Stop yelling and give me my kiss!" Sirius' voice cuts James', making you laugh even more. Remus thinks it's more of a win-win for him now that the scenery for him rivals even the most beautiful sunsets themselves.
"I'm in the shower!" You hear James' voice turn somewhat bashful, Sirius' affection working on him as much as it is working on Remus and you.
Remus hears some shuffling and some water splashes, and soon enough, Sirius emerges from the bathroom with a playful grin.
"I got all my hello kisses, in case you were wondering."
Remus shakes his head with a fond smile. This may not feel like a lazy afternoon entirely, but he finds himself loving this more.
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Your turn to be a cat (x Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier)
Warnings: Suggestive, might have minor spoilers for cat companion memories, kinda cringe ngl
Tags: Fluff (literally), MC/Reader, no gendered pronouns for you
Synopsis: This time, youâre the one who gets a cat tail and a second set of ears.
Zayne
âWhen you said medical emergency, this isnât what I had in mind.â Zayne looked at your ears, a first aid kid in his hand. It hadnât even been ten minutes since you texted him, telling him it was something dire and you couldnât go to the hospital, and there he was, at your door, stifling a smile.
âDonât laugh!â You scolded him, turning red, the tail you tried to hide inside your hoodie peeking out. You grabbed it immediately, forcing it back in. You pulled him inside, shutting the door to your apartment.
âDonât fold your tail, itâll be bad for your back.â Zayne spoke, taking off his shoes and keeping the first aid kit near the entrance. âAnd besides, itâs very cute.â
The tail made its way back out, and listening to your doctorâs advice, you let it be. âHelp me out my hoodie.â You demanded, and Zayne couldnât help but laugh at your tone, carefully helping you out your hoodie so as to not bother your sensitive ears, one of his hands holding down your t-shirt from riding up.
âThanks.â You mumbled, curling up on the couch, your tail swaying against its will. Zayne made his way next to you, unable to stop himself from touching it. âItâs really soft.â He observed, his large hand stroking it lightly.
âQuit playing around!â You whined, not really wanting him to stop, but being the gentleman he was, he did, not taking revenge for how you treated him when he was a cat. âHow do I make it go away?â
âCan I have a closer look at your tail?â Zayne asked, and you hissed, earning a laugh out of him. âAlright, I wonât look, but you shouldnât be shy around your doctor, especially when youâre the one who called me here.â
âYouâre not just my doctorâŚâ You looked up at him a little hopefully, tail swaying again.
Zayne smiled. âYouâre right, I suppose Iâm your vet now.â
You pouted, walking away from him in feline elegance, taking your place on the adjacent arm chair, lying on it with your tail in the air. âHow did you feel when you were a cat?â
âNeedy.â Zayne admitted, after some thought.
Like a cat, you wanted something, but you were too proud to admit it. âThenâŚâ You sat up on the chair, gazing at him, tail swaying behind you. âHow do you, how do you⌠how do you think I must be feeling right now?â You shied away immediately, cat ears perking up.
Zayne would take care of you, no matter what, so before you knew it, you were on his lap, his large hands stroking your ears. âIf you wanted me, you shouldâve just said so.â
You purred, nuzzling on his chest, holding on to him tightly, as his hands worked on your ears and tail. âYou knew.â
âMaybe.â Zayne spoke into your ear. Your heightened senses could listen to his racing heart, and his gushing blood. âBut I really wanted to hear you ask.â
Rafayel
Honestly, heâd be EMPATHETHIC loool
You were supposed to accompany him for an event, but as you put on your dress, you felt cold from behind. Looking in the mirror, you saw a tail pulling your dress up, and a pair of ears on your head. You yelped, turning the lights off, and hiding in a corner. This couldnât be happening.
âCutie, what was that?â Rafayel called from outside the door. You had the misfortune of being at his house when it happened too. You quietly opened the window, to make it seem like maybe you ran away. You would, too, but you couldnât be seen in public like that.
âIâm coming in!â Rafayel called upon hearing the sound of the window opening. You quietly hid under his bed.
Rafayel was already in his suit and tie, giving off a certain scent which made him seem oddly delectable.
âWhere did you goâŚâ He mumbled, looking at the open window. You could only see his feet now, so you couldnât tell what he was doing, until your phone buzzed. You scrambled to turn it silent, when Rafayel crouched down, peeking under the bed.
Before you knew it, you scratched him with a hiss.
âOw!â He stood back up, and you could smell his blood. You didnât expect yourself to do that, or for the scratch to draw blood.
You crawled out, standing up to look at his hand. âIâm so sorry!â As you realised what you did, you took your hands away from his wounded hand, trying to hide your tail.
âI, uhâŚâ You couldnât meet Rafayelâs eyes, scared of what he was thinking.
âOh, itâs just you.â Rafayel sighed. âI thought a cat sneaked in.â
He saw your tail lifting up your dress, and wrapped his coat around your waist. You still turned away from him, looking guilty. âCutie, look at me.â He called gently. âIt was just a scratch, and you didnât mean it.â
You looked up at him, and his face was gentle, nothing like you expected. âWhy did you hide from me?â He asked, his hands on your cheeks.
âI thought youâd be disgusted of me. Iâm a cat, after all.â
âHey, hey, hey.â He coaxed you, pulling you into a hug. âI could never be disgusted by you. I told you before, right? Iâd love you even if you were a worm.â
You let out a laugh, hugging him back, pulling him down on the bed behind you. He kept holding you, surprised by the sudden affection. âAnd youâre also the only cute cat in the world.â
Sylus
SUGGESTIVE
This was bad. Sylus would never let you live it down, but you also had no choice but to tell him. Your first thought after being turned into half a cat was volunteering at the cat cafĂŠ, so youâd get to spend time around the kitties, but that isnât what the OTTO had in mind when giving you that outfit. Now you needed someone to help you out there.
âAre you done?â The OTTO asked, its tone irritated.
You remained dead silent, texting Sylus to âsmash that devilish robot into piecesâ.
You heard commotion outside, then some banging, thinking maybe, finally, Sylus had arrived, leaning your ear against the door.
âLoving the new look, sweetie.â Sylus was somehow behind you, hand already on your tail. You immediately turned around to see him gaze fondly at you, who was sat leaning against the door. âGuess youâve been affected by the cat evol too.â
You looked away from his strong gaze, suddenly very aware of what OTTO made you wear. A short maid dress, with an opening at the back for your tail, and chiffon gloves with a cat paw stitched on them. Before you could change back, the sinister robot stole your clothes.
âIâm pleased you decided to call me in such a situation.â
âShut upâŚâ You mumbled.
âThatâs no way to speak to the person who saved you, kitten.â This time, that word held a whole new meaning.
âIâm⌠sorry.â You forced, ears drooping down. You looked up at him with a pout, and he pet you behind the ears. You rubbed your head against his head, until you realised what you were doing, forcing yourself to stop. You cleared your throat.
âThatâs rare coming from you.â He teased, fingers dancing around your jaw. There was a certain scent to them, so you bit him, though not hard enough to draw blood. Sylus winced, pulling back. âThereâs the kitten I know.â
âDid you bring a change of clothes like I asked?â
Sylus hummed in response, not really focusing on anything other than playing with your hair and ears, hands trickling down to where your tail was, pulling at the ribbons of the dress, acting more like a cat than you. You leaned in to him, and he placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.
Understanding where this was going, you reluctantly held his arm. âMm, letâs not, Iâm super hairy right now.â You said, referring to all the cat fuzz.
âThatâs fine.â Sylus whispered into your ear. âI prefer it like that.â
Xavier
âUghâŚâ You groaned, still sleepy. You had work pending, but for some reason, you couldnât keep your eyes open despite having a lot of sleep and a cup of coffee, Knowing Xavier was often in the same predicament, you went to his floor, hoping he had some insanely potent energy drinks on him.
He opened the door, also groggy, but straightening up when he saw you. âHey.â You greeted, intending to yawn but letting out a âmeowâ instead.
âThat was strange.â You tried to laugh it off. Xavier let you inside, and you explained that you were uncharacteristically sleepy the whole day.
âHow do you manage to stay up?â You were sat on his fuzzy carpet, pulling at it.
Xavier smiled, sitting down next to you. âI think there might be another reason youâre so sleepy today.â He opened his phoneâs front camera, facing it towards you.
âW-whatâs that?â You cried, hands going towards the ears on your head and tail behind you.
âCats might need up to 16 hours of sleep a day.â Xavier put his phone down, leaning his elbow on the coffee table, his other hand gently touching your ear. âIf you have work, Iâll do it for you.â
âReally?â Your tail moved in excitement.
Xavier nodded, as he went downstairs to get your laptop. You prowled around his house, trying to fall asleep on his bed, then looking in his fridge for something to eat, restless and impatient, irritated that you were unable to fall asleep despite being sleepy. You looked for several spots, but nothing was snug enough.
That was until you saw Xavier typing your mission reports on his laptop. You crawled over to him on all fours, setting your head down on his lap. He gave your head a few scratches, helping you fall asleep.
Despite not being a cat anymore, Xavier couldnât help feel sleepy seeing you safely under him. Perhaps cats could sense peopleâs feelings, because you spoke, half asleep âPut that aside Xavi, come cuddle with me.â
Eventually, the work was discarded, and Xavier held you on his couch, legs intertwined, head buried in his chest, his arms around you protectively, pretty dreams and soft feelings warm enough for you to get through whatever your supervisors would have to say.
#i had to step away from the keyboard while writing sylusâ part#love and deepspace#lnds x reader#lads x mc#sylus x reader#sylus x you#rafayel x mc#l&ds x reader#rafayel x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#xavier love and deepspace#hcs#headcanons#fluff#fanfiction#short fics
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This is great and all but I need people to understand that it took Republicans almost 3/4 of a CENTURY to undo the labor rights and anti-trust laws FDR and his Congress enacted because they embedded them so well in the country's legal system.
And that was because FDR wasn't just president, he had a Democratic Congress - both House and Senate - to work with.
If you take anything away from this post, I hope it's that the President isn't enough on their own. You need to vote, and you need to vote down ballot. There's another Congressional election in 2 years, as there always is. It will matter if the Senate flips. Right now Trump has the presidency and the Senate and the Supreme Court. And you know what, I know that some people reading this are going to be the ones who don't want their activism to take real effort. No no, listen, I'm not judging you right now - no one knows you're reading this post, no one knows you're the one who loves armchair activism but doesn't want to actually leave the house or interact with people to actually do any of it. You can request a mail-in ballot online. You can vote without ever leaving the house. No one has to know how you vote, or that you voted at all. Burn the little sticker they give you for all I care. And then do some phone banking. You don't have to go door to door, no one has to know you're helping. But phone bank. Every cause you support does phone banking. Environmental orgs, trans support orgs, civil rights orgs, they all host phone banking before elections, where they give you a script and a list of numbers, and all you have to do is make some calls to people who are already in line with that cause and ask them to go vote.
But fucking vote. Because this post? This is a circle jerk hoping for a last ditch effort of a dying flame that we could have ignited more instead of let go out. And a big reason why is that most people on this hellsite have no understanding of basic civics, including how the US government works, let alone even the most recent history of what that government has done. The president isn't enough. Historically their power has been checked by the other two main branches of government (and who knows how that's about to change). The last time the Democrats had a solid hold of two branches of government - the Presidency and Congress - they changed labor laws and enacted anti-trust laws that led to half a century of the middle class expanding and fair enough pay that a kid working a summer job could buy a car. Now Republicans have all three branches of government (basically everything except the House, whose power can barely check the Senate right now) and want to do the exact opposite with their power. Whatever your activism it, it doesn't stop you from voting, and is useless if no one votes.
joe biden, you stupid fuck. listen to me. Crimes are legal for sitting presidents as long as theyâre official actions. Listen: Joe. You have one chance
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Lucanis and Crows snippets, under a cut due to spoilers.
How would Viago and Teia react to a Crow Rook being romantically involved with Lucanis? "Teia is going to plan the wedding, and insist that Viago give Rook away at the ceremony. Viago will sigh dramatically, lecture Rook about it, and then spend a week picking out the right gloves to wear." [source]
If Illario wasn't locked away, how would he react? "Under any circumstances, Illario would be upset since it's a whole lot of attention that's STILL not on him. He would definitely get drunk at the reception and tell the same two most embarrassing stories about Lucanis over and over until Viago knocked him out and put him upstairs." [source]
With Rook romancing Lucanis, is it possible that Spite could become affection or benevolence? "Spite's basic aspect is defiance. He can be more or less difficult depending on influence (rebellion vs. vindictiveness, etc), but at his core he's always going to be a spirit of "NOPE"" [source]
Lucanis' mother was the heir apparent to House Dellamorte [source]
Does Spite have any kind of feeling about Rook? "Spite is fond of Rook in his own Spite-like way. He and Lucanis agree on the point of trusting Rook over and above other people or themselves. He does go to Rook for help with Lucanis, after all." [source]
For the Lion King reference in Murder of Crows, Mary Kirby went to the cinematic animators and described it as Illario's "Scar at Pride Rock" scene [source]
User: "I cut Lucanis' hair and shaved his beard and I almost feel like I should apologise to him" / Mary Kirby: "Now he can't tell himself from Illario, and you've given them both a complex." [source]
Teia and Viago were half-written by Mary Kirby and half-written by Luke Kristjanson [source]
Lucanis likes his coffee black [source]
Would he judge your coffee order? "As long as it's not boiled, or instant coffee, or whatever that stuff from a can is, he's fine with it. Or at least, he will only judge you silently for it." [source]
What kind of treats does Lucanis like? "Sweet, because it goes better with his coffee. Savory, if somehow he is NOT drinking coffee at that moment." [source]
Lucanis grew his beard and long hair while in the Ossuary. "He hasn't exactly had a haircut in a while." [source, two].
Would Lucanis make Powerpoint presentations about jobs or to talk? "No, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, let alone explain things and present them. That's 300% an Illario thing. That man has a powerpoint to introduce his powerpoint about why you should listen to his powerpoint." [source]
"Lucanis would never be on social media. He'd be on YouTube watching videos of people restoring rusty cutlery with no dialogue until four in the morning." [source] Could he tell when content is manufactured? "Yes. And he gets upset and finds Bellara or Neve (whichever is unluckier) to rant about it." [source]
Lucanis' favorite stove burner? Right front [source]
"Spite doesn't have any concept of physical appearances. It looks the way Lucanis sees himself. Lucanis is never relaxed, even in casual wear." [source]
Along with Lucanis Mary Kirby also wrote Spite [source]
Mary Kirby wrote Illario, Luke Kristjanson wrote the Crow faction quests [source]
Lucanis' perfect date night? "I'm gonna be honest: There is a non-zero chance it would involve assassinating somebody and getting coffee, and I'm not entirely certain which would come first." [source]
Lucanis "has so much [trauma] to sort through, and he could really use some help. Like, a Marie Kondo level of help with that." [source]
What sparks joy for Lucanis? "Coffee, paella, wyverns, knives, REDACTED, book club, REDACTED, revenge..." [source]
Lucanis is older than Illario by a few months [source]
#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#<- this is my spoiler tag#dragon age: dreadwolf#dragon age 4#the dread wolf rises#da4#dragon age#bioware#video games#long post#longpost#alcohol cw
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BABY BOY
College au
Pairing: nerd! Jungkook x fuckgirl! reader
MINORS DNI
Genre: strangers to lovers? smut, fluff, a little angst
Words: 21.4k
Summary : You are bored with all of the boys on your campus and now you want the new toy except...the new toy doesn't want you
Warnings: Jungkook hates reader at the beginning đđđ, Jungkook is an asshole to her, reader and her friends are low-key mean girls, reader and her friends objectify Jungkook a lot (red flag right there), reader is kind of the s word, casual slutshaming, angst (but it's like very tolerable), SMUT [MASTURBATION (Male, ORAL REC. (Both male and female), Fingering, JUNGKOOK'S DICK NEEDS A WARNING BY ITSELF (spoiler alert: ITS BIG AND OC's OBSESSED), Protected sex (be responsible kids)], FLUFFFFFF.
A/n: OMG.... It has been a while. Honestly work was so hard this past year and on top of everything i went through a very bad break up due to which I wasn't really in the mood of writing anymore ( Also why I kinda half assed it a little, Im very sorry). But now that we are back again I really hope you enjoy it guys. It was initially going to be 30 k words but due to the above mentioned things I could only reach 21 k but I still hope I won't disappoint you guys. Anyways, happy reading.
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'Why did you agree to this?' you asked yourself once again as you stared at the boy sitting opposite you, nervously stumbling over his words. You looked at him with a bored expression.
Letâs make one thing clear: you have a policy of not dating. The only reason you agreed to this date was simpleâwho would turn down free food, right? Plus, the boy was somewhat easy on the eyes. However, after listening to him struggle to tell a story for the last half-hour, you were instantly reminded why you avoid dates altogether: they can be incredibly boring.
'Oh God, fucking and dumping is so much easier than enduring this.' You donât even understand how they get the impression that you're looking for anything more than just sex. From the start, youâve always been clear about your intentionsâletting them know that you're only interested in a physical relationship with no strings attached. At first, they all agree, but eventually, they start pushing for more, asking for just one date, as if that would change your mind.
"Could you at least pretend to look interested?" he snaps suddenly, his irritation showing at your impolite demeanor.
"Well, I'm not."
"Then why did you say yes to this?"
"Because you were practically begging me to, and I was just feeling a bit hungry, dude," you retorted, leaning back in the chair and crossing your arms. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, itâs not you, okay? I just donât do dates... What was your name again?"
"How could you not remember my name? We had sex this morning!" He looked hurt, but it's not your fault, you were drunk last night when you met him at the frat party.
"And did you hear me say your name once?" you asked with a raised eyebrow .
"You're a bitch." He exclaimed, getting up to rush out of the cafe.
"At least pay for the pancakes!" you called after him but he ignored you and ran away. 'What a little bitch.' You sighed throwing some bills on the table and got up to leave as well.
Letâs make one more thing clear: you loved sex. It was ironic, really, considering you were a virgin when you first started college. But after getting your heart broken by your boyfriend during the second semester, you realized the only good thing that came out of relationships with men was sex.
You have sworn off dating but that didn't mean you were going to give up on having sex too. If guys could do it without any judgment, you saw no reason why you couldn't as well. As a result, you gained a reputation as the infamous "fuckgirl" of your college.
*******
"So? I heard your recent boy toy has been telling everyone that you suck at giving head." Jimin, your best friend of 3 years said. Jimin was the only guy you have stayed friends with after having sex. Sex with Jimin was good, so good that you guys became fuck buddies for a few months in fourth sem. However you had to stop having sex when he started seeing a girl regularly and then you didn't go back even after they broke up, You both decided that you liked your dynamic better as best friends.
"As if I would let that dick anywhere near my mouth." You roll your eyes, taking a seat next to him at the far end of the classroom. It was frustrating to see guys act like this after facing rejection. "Honestly, who cares? Everyone knows that's not true." you remarked, dismissing the behavior with a hint of exasperation.
"I don't know, you were kinda awful."
"Hey, I take offence. I was the best sex you've ever had and you're a lucky bastard to even get a taste of this." You said pointing at your own body.
"I'm kidding. He's probably just salty that he wasn't the one to change you for the better and be your awakening."
After several minutes of silence, with only the voice of Mr. Aitken filling the air, you returned to the previous subject. "I don't get it, I mean what part of 'I only want to have sex' is so hard to understand?"
"I don't know, bro. You should do what I do, leave before they wake up and block them from every social media platform."
"Oh what a great person."
"Says the one that has fucked almost half the college?"
You gasped at his sudden dig and slapped his arm. "You're a bigger slut than I am, bitch. Anyways, I'm done with college boys."
"Really?"
"Yeah, they're so immature. I just want someone who would understand the depth of casual sex."
"You sure you're not only saying that because you've now slept with all the boys in our campus?"
"Shut up. My body count is still very modest. And I'm serious, I'm not sleeping with anymore college boys."
"As if on cue, Mr. Aitken's lecture was interrupted by the creaking sound of the large lecture hall door swinging open. In walked a boy with fluffy hair and clothes that seemed too big for him, drawing everyone's attention."
"I'm so sorry for interrupting you. Is this Ancient Mesopotamia with Mr. Fergus Aitken?" the boy asked in a voice so low that, if it hadn't been so silent in the class, you wouldn't have been able to hear it.
"Yes, it is. Now hurry up and take your seat; you're wasting my time," the old man grumbled, prompting the boy to rush and nervously find a place to sit. You observed him with curiosity as he settled into the only available seat, which happened to be in the third row, directly in front of you.
From the little you could see of his face, you certainly liked what you saw. He seemed younger than you, or maybe it was his clothing style and demeanor that gave off that impression. There was an aura of innocence and cuteness about him that caught your attention. If it weren't for the classroom setting, you would have already approached him.
While you had no reservations sleeping with any attractive man, Jimin always insisted that you have a type. He believed you had a soft spot for spoiling cute and innocent boys. Boys who seemed inexperienced in the field, boys you could teach, boys who looked like they've never seen pussy in their life, boys like him.
Your best friend seemed to have caught on to the expression on your face, and with a knowing smirk, he nudged you playfully.
"I thought you said you were done with college boys."
"That was before I knew someone this cute goes here. Who the hell is he?" you asked, genuinely curious about the boy who had just walked in.
"Why do you think I know everyone in this college?"
"Because you're a gossip girl."
"You don't complain when I give you the gossips."
"I'm sorry, is my lecture interrupting your conversation, Mr. Park, Ms. __?" a thickly accented voice interjected, breaking your conversation with Jimin. You glanced up and noticed that all eyes, including those of the new boy, were on you. This time, you got a full view of his face, and you were taken aback by his beauty. His big doe eyes gazed back at you, his lips set in a natural pout, and his fluffy hair, partially restrained by a black bandana, almost concealed his stunning features. To call him merely pretty would be disrespectful; he was absolutely gorgeous.
"No, sir. I was actually just clearing her doubt about King Shu-Sin." Jimin said and you nodded along.
"Well, that's unfortunate, given that topic ended last week and we're on Assyrian civilization." You fought the chuckle that almost escaped you as Jimin's face reddened in embarrassment.
"You see, I know that, but-"
"If you want to talk, just get out of my class." Mr. Aitken's stern words snapped you back to reality as he resumed his lecture. Despite the urge to leave, you knew you couldn't afford to miss any more classes, given that your attendance was already lagging behind. Moreover, there was the intrigue of the new boy who had captured your interest recently. So, you stayed put, trying to focus on the lecture, though your mind kept drifting back to the presence of the boy in front of you.
After what felt like an eternity, but was only an excruciating 40 minutes, the lecture finally came to an end. Without waiting for Jimin, you promptly stood up from your seat, excited that you finally had the opportunity to approach the boy. Your eyes scanned the room for your new object of interest. Among the sea of students, his fluffy head was not too difficult to spot as he made his way toward the exit. However, navigating through the crowd of more than 200 students, all eager to leave Mr. Aitken's apparently popular class, proved to be quite challenging and frustrating.
"Shit!" You exclaimed when you finally got out of the class but couldn't get a sight of him. 'How is he so fast?'
"You know you should start paying me for this." Came the voice of your friend from beside you as he held out your bag which you had left behind in a rush.
"Bet you've said that before."
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"Guess who has a new crush!" Jimin exclaimed the moment both of you stepped into the cafĂŠ where you and your friends usually hung out. And by hung out, you meant practically lived.
"Shut up, it's not a crush," you defended yourself, settling down on the couch and playfully nudging your friend with your butt to make some space for yourself.
"Sure. It's not a crush." Jimin mocked.
"Wait, I wanna know. Who is it?" Riley exclaimed excitedly, leaving her boyfriend Hobi's lap to move closer to you, eager to hear all the details.
"It's not a crush or anything. Jimin loves to overreact. It's just this guy I noticed in class today. It was his first time with Mr. Aitken; otherwise, I think I would have noticed him before. He's just really cute, that's all."
"Wait cute as in 'charming-flirty cute' or cute as in 'you could spread him on a toast and eat' cute." Jennie chipped in on your conversation.
"Knowing her, I bet it's the latter." Said Hoseok.
"I'm not answering that." You said as the waitress, Robin, came with your usual coffee order and you thanked her with a smile.
Amidst the conversation, you couldn't help but notice that Jay, one of your friends, had been unusually quiet the whole time. Before you could ask him what happened, he got up to leave.
"I'm gonna go smoke some weed. You wanna come?" Jay asked you, and you declined with a shake of your head. As soon as he was out of earshot, your other friends burst into laughter, amused by the situation.
"Oh he wishes you'd cum."
"Guys please. He'll get over it." You defended the guy even though you were quite sure he wouldn't get over it soon.
"He better, it's getting pathetic." Said Riley.
Jay had been harboring a crush on you for over a year now. He had asked you out twice in the past month, but you turned him down, saying you don't fuck with friends.
As you engaged in another conversation, you heard the bell on the front door ring, but you didn't pay much attention to it initiallyâat least not until Jimin burst out with wide eyes.
"That's him, that's him. That's her new crush!" All of you turned around to see the boy standing at the cafĂŠ entrance, looking around with his wide doe eyes as if he were looking for someone.
You were never one to get enchanted by someone very easily. It hadn't happened even once since you got to collegeâat least, not until this boy. There was something about him that captivated you effortlessly.
It definitely wasn't love at first sight, though. Your experiences had taught you that you were somewhat incapable of feeling love in the traditional sense. You just couldn't. But would you admit that you were attracted to him? Yes, you were undeniably and very much attracted to him.
"Oh he's a cutie."
"Him?" You turned around at Jennie's words as she shook her head.
"You know him?" You asked.
"No I don't know him. I know of him." You felt like you've hit a jackpot. Not you'd know at least something about him when you approach him. "You can't fuck him. You know Namjoon's friend Jeon Wonwoo?"
"If by 'know' you mean 'slept with'? Then yes."
"That's Jeon Jungkook, his brother."
"No way. What?"
"Yeah, and Wonwoo hates you so much. I'm pretty sure his brother hasn't heard good things about you."
"But maybe he doesn't know her," Jimin said "Maybe Wonwoo hasn't told him about her. I mean who likes to brag about getting dumped?"
"Yeah, I'm with Jennie here," Riley said and you raised an eyebrow, "Not because he's Wonwoo's brother or something but because, look at him. He looks like you'd break him."
"No, I won't. Why do you guys always act like I'm some man-eating witch?" you retorted, feeling defensive and exasperated at your friends' judgmental reactions.
"Babe, you know that's not what she means. You know guys like him can never handle a woman who's comfortable in her sexuality." Riley nodded along at Jennie's words.
"You never know. For all we know he could be like...a freak in the sheets."
"Really? Him?" You followed Hosoek's gaze to see the boy in question sitting on a barstool and sipping on pink Boba tea. His lips made a small pout around the head of the straw.
"He's cuuute." Riley cooed.
"And you have a boyfriend." Hobi reminded her and she pecked his lips in assurance.
"You know what? Go for it," said Jennie with a smile. "Fuck Wonwoo, in fact I'll ask Namjoon some details about him." You squealed and kissed Jennie on the cheek with a big smacking sound.
******
It seemed like you were experiencing the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, because lately, Jungkook had been popping up everywhereâin your classes, at the cafĂŠ, and anywhere you hung out on campus. It had been over a week since you first noticed him, but you were yet to approach him. It wasn't that you were nervous or anything, no, far from it; you were just looking for a good opportunity to pounce.
He always rushed out of classes as if he had to attend to surgery or something, or he was always with his two guy friends, who looked like they'd have a seizure if they came in contact with a woman. It's not that you were nervous about asking him out in front of his friends; you just weren't sure if he wanted to be asked out in front of them.
Through Jennie (read: Namjoon), you managed to gather some information about Jungkook. He was a third-year student, majoring in chemistry, and 22 years oldâhe was a year younger than you and all your friends.
Right now you were fooling around with one of the boys in class at another one of your hookup spots. It was just meant to be a quick exchange of weed when Dongmin suggested you should make out since you were already in the sacred spot and you were like why not.
You and Dongmin have been hooking up for quite some time now. While you don't usually sleep with a man twice, Dongmin was quite good at what he does.
You don't realize when his hand slipped into your panties but you certainly weren't complaining.
As you were in the middle of your intense make-out sesh, a loud thud disturbed your encounter, leaving you irritated and eager to shoo away whoever had intruded. When you turned around to address the interruption, your voice caught in your throat and all the irritation left your body when you found yourself face to face with the familiar pair of wide, doe eyes.
It was none other than Jeon Jungkook, the same boy you've been trying to get alone with for the past week but had no luck. The same boy you've been lusting over just saw you with another man, his hand down your panties.
"I'm- I'm sorry... I got lost- I'll just... Leave." Jungkook hurriedly picked up his books from the ground and rushed to get out of there.
Before you knew it, you were pushing away the guy in front of you and without any explanation to him you rushed after Jungkook.
"Hey, wait," you called after him and he froze on the spot. When you finally approached him, you gave him a sweet smile.
"I-I-said I'm sorry."
"Oh no, it's ok. You just said you're lost?" Jungkook looked at you in confusion. Did you actually just leave your make out session to ask him that?
"Umm... yeah, I recently started having classes in this sector, and I was... looking for Abnormal Psych with Mr. Hastings."
"I know where that class is, come I'll walk you."
"It's not necessary," Jungkook said, looking at the ground to avoid making eye contact.
"I insist. By the way I'm," you offered him your hand which he looked at hesitantly for a few seconds but didn't shake. You were a little hurt but didn't show it in your face "And you are?"
"Jeon Jungkook." His voice was lower than expected.
"Cute name. Come on Jeon Jungkook, I'll take you to your psych class." You offered once again and started walking without waiting for his answer.
Jungkook had half a mind to escape from the situation and hide. For all he knew, you could be luring him somewhere for your friends to bully him. Here's the thing: Jungkook couldnât be bothered enough to indulge in college drama, but he also wasnât living under a rock to not know who you were. To say that you were infamous around the whole campus would be an understatement.
He had heard many things about you and your little group of friendsâfrom his brother, his friends, and even strangersâand none of it was good. If so many people had the same negative opinion about you, he couldn't help but believe that there might be some truth to it.
Jungkook could never comprehend why people still engaged with you if you were such an awful person with such an unpleasant personality. Why did they give you all the attention you so clearly wanted? Why not just ignore you and go on their merry way?
When he first saw you, though, he understood why. You were drop-dead gorgeous, and you carried yourself like you knew it. With just a look at you, he could tell that you were a bad influence, and he promised himself never to associate with you or any of your friends. He believed that being drawn into your circle would only lead to trouble.
"I think I've seen you somewhere." Jungkook thought, of course you don't remember him even after crossing paths several times. He doesn't think of himself as a memorable face anyway. "Wait, do we have any classes together?"
"A couple."
"Oh, right! You're in Mr. Aitken's Mesopotamian history class, aren't you?" Jungkook simply nodded in response. You took the opportunity to prolong the conversation, purposely opting for the longer route to the psychology building.
"Yes." He mumbled, not saying a single word more than he needs to answer you.
"Hey by the way I have psych too, but its with Mrs. Fields." You said, happy to find another common ground with him. "Is psych your major?"
"No. It's Chemistry."
You attempted to lighten the atmosphere with a playful comment, saying, "You definitely look like someone who'd take chemistry." But instead of taking it lightly, Jungkook seemed a bit offended by your remark.
"What does that mean?"
"You know, you look smart," you complimented, unaware that he was misinterpreting everything. All Jungkook heard was the possible hidden meaning behind your words. You were definitely calling him a nerd. And even if you were right, you had no right to say that.
You had no idea what to make of Jungkook's expression. It was the first time you'd miserably failed at flirting with a guy. Usually, by this point in the conversation, they'd be eating out of your hand, but Jungkook looked unaffected by your charms. He was looking anywhere but at you, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
"Are you always this quiet?" You asked.
"I only talk to my friends." His answer was short and simple.
You finally reached in front of Mr. Hastings class and you suddenly felt a pang in your heart that your time was up with him.
"Here, it's your class."
Seeing the lecture hall door labeled 'GC24' and noticing the same numbers on the slip, Jungkook felt a sense of relief wash over him. He silently thanked his luck, relieved that you hadn't taken him somewhere with ill intentions to bully him, as he had initially thought.
"Thanks," Jungkook mumbled as he reached for the door handle, preparing to enter the lecture hall. Before he could step inside, your hand on his arm halted him. Your touch surprised him, and he turned to look at you with curiosity, unsure of what you might say or do next.
"Do you want to get coffee sometime?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.
Jungkook panicked at your question. You wanted to have coffee with him? You wanted to have coffee with him? But why? Probably so that your little posse of friends can make fun of him.
"No thanks." Jungkook's rejection caught you off guard, and it was an unfamiliar feeling to be on the receiving end of such a response. Doubts crept into your mind as you wondered if he had misunderstood you or if there had been some miscommunication between you two.
"No, I'm asking you out on a date."
"I- I know," He said, "I don't want to."
Feeling beyond shock the only thing that left your mouth was "Why?"
"I don't date girls like you." And with that he quickly went inside the lecture room leaving a very shocked you outside.
*******
"Maybe he's gay," Jimin suggests passing you the rolled joint and you took it gladly. "And by 'girls like you' he meant girls in general."
"No, no, I'm pretty sure he meant girls like me. I'm sure, that idiot brother of his has said something about me." You said passing back the joint. "And now he thinks I'm a slut or something."
"I mean, where's the lie?" You could tell that Jay was pretty high right now, he only settles to throw mean comments at you when he's high. It was his own way of releasing his frustration and you never mind him.
"Shut up, Jay, before I kick you in the teeth." Jimin threatened him in your defense and you don't doubt that he would actually do it if needed.
"Babe, you have never cared what people think about you, why start now?" Jennie said as she lied down on the grass.
"I don't know, I still don't care what other people think but-"
"You know what? He was completely out of line to say that to you." Riley said and you shook your head.
"I guess if roles were reversed I wouldn't go out with me either. I don't really have the reputation of Mother Teresa on this campus."
"So what you gonna do now?"
"I say move on and fuck our TA Mark, he's like, crazy hot."
"I think I know what I'm gonna do."
*******
"The only reason I agreed to take psych was because we were taking it together. Now you want to switch to that old cranky man?" Jimin complained as you sat in the office to fill the forms to change classes.
"You are welcome to not join me."
"If you think that I can endure a lecture without you, then you're wrong."
"I know." You giggled kissing his cheek.
"Hmm 'reason', I wonder what I should write," Jimin mocked as he stared at the form and then you, "'My crazy best friend is obsessing over a nerd who clearly doesn't give two fucks about her'."
"Your crazy best friend wouldn't mind telling your hookups that you once had gonorrhea."
"I told you that in confidence." As the two of you continued to bicker you heard someone clear their throat and instantly looked up to see a woman in her late 40s, you've seen countless times but don't recall the name of.
"If you are done with the forms, you can give them to me,"
"Just a moment," you said with a smile as you proceeded to fill out the rest of the form. She shook her head as she looked you up and down, probably appalled by your scantily covered body in a lilac bralette that exposed the better part of your chest and midriff, and a white skirt so short that if you bent over, your ass could be seen. She took a few seconds to judge you and eventually returned to her desk.
"Did you sleep with her?" You asked in a hushed tone.
"What?! No, she's like... ancient."
Once you submitted the forms to Mrs.âshit, you forgot her name againâyou made your way to the history building. It was almost time for Mr. Aitken's class. Although you typically wouldn't attend any class two days in a row, your newfound motivation had recently changed your mindset.
"Can we skip it today? Let's just go, smoke some weed, I got really good stuff from Taehyung."
"No, we are very behind on attendance."
"What are you talking about, we can still skip three more classes."
"No, Jimin."
"Is this about Jungkook again?" He sighed after reading your expression. "What is up with you? You've never put this much effort into fucking a guy."
"I know. He's just, interesting. And I want to put effort."
Upon entering the crowded lecture hall, almost every seat was occupied, and only a few vacant spots remained. While Jimin searched for a place to sit, your attention was captured by one person onlyâJeon Jungkookâwho was currently engrossed in scribbling something in his notebook. He was wearing glasses today, and it made him even more adorable than usual. All you wanted to do was drag him away from the class and kiss him.
As you heard your name being called, you turned to find a group of boys gathered around an empty seat, all of them gesturing toward it, signaling that the seat was available for you.
"Sit here, the view's perfect from here." You rolled your eyes and ignored them, walking up to the only boy you're interested in right now.
"In your dreams, Jared." You heard one of the boys say.
When you reached your destination, the entire class fell into silence, their eyes wide and curious as they watched you stand in front of Jungkook in the front row. But it seemed that Jeon Jungkook was completely absorbed in whatever he was scribbling in his notebook, paying no attention to you or the situation.
"Hey," when Jungkook lift his head to see who was talking to him his eyes widened. He was definitely not expecting to have a encounter with you two days in a row.
When you had asked Jungkook out (and he had said no), he believed that you did it merely as a joke, intending to mock him in front of your friends. What else would make someone like you ask someone like him out? You surely don't have any shortage of people falling at your feet, so that had to be the only reason why you asked him out, right?
When Jungkook rejected you, he was sure that would be the last of your encounters. He planned to make sure he never crossed your path again, which is why he deliberately sat in the front row today, knowing you and your friend always occupied the seats at the back.
Since yesterday, Jungkook couldnât get you out of his mind. He despised you; he despised people like youâpeople who seemed to believe they had the authority to toy with others simply because of their popularity. On top of that, the negative things he had heard about you from his brother only added to the bad image you already had. According to everyone, you were the meanest girl in the whole college, and he just wished he could put you in your place.
He hated the way you smiled at him right now, so innocent, as if you werenât the person people said you were. He believed your smile was fake, a mere façade to conceal your true intentions. Your ego must have been wounded by getting rejected by him of all people, and now you probably wanted revenge or something.
Undeterred by Jungkook's lack of response to your greeting, you pressed on and asked, "Is this seat taken?" You pointed to the seat beside him, even though it was clearly occupied by another girl, who looked alarmed by your question.
"Is it, sweetie?" Your next question wasn't to him but the girl, who just looked panicked and taken aback that you're even talking to her.
"N-No⌠You can sit here, __." The girl stammered nervously, quickly giving up her seat for you.
'Who do you think you are?' Jungkook wanted to snap at you very badly but looking at all your fans around the hall who were already glaring daggers at him, he stops himself.
"Thanks," you smiled sweetly at the girl and proceeded to sit in the seat. "Scooch," you told Jungkook, and he did so without saying anything. You then patted the seat on your other side, prompting your friend to come forward and take that seat, though not without rolling his eyes first.
As soon as you sat beside him, he caught a whiff of your scent. It was a very fruity smell, a mix of grapefruit and fresh oranges. You smelled rich, and it suited your personality very well.
Jungkook thanked the whole universe when Mr. Aitken finally walked in and started his lecture. Now heâd just have to get through this one hour somehow, by ignoring your presence. Jungkook thought you wouldnât try to mess with him during the class, but boy, was he wrong.
"So? What happened yesterday? Why'd you run away?" You leaned closer to him and asked in a hushed tone. He tried to ignore you and moved closer to the boy next to him.
"Are you ignoring me, Jungkook?"
"Please, let me focus on the lecture." He says before noting down something in his notebook.
"Oh, look at you. You take notes, such a good boy." You giggled, and if it had been anyone else, Jungkook would admit that sound was incredibly cute. But on you, it was nothing but annoying. Once again, you were mocking him for being a nerd. "So? Did you have time to think about it? You wanna go out for coffee?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him, but it seemed to have no effect on him.
"No. Now please let me study."
"You have pretty hands," you remarked, tracing circles on the back of his palm. But Jungkook chose to ignore your comment once again. "If you don't want to get coffee, we can go to the movies or something, or do whatever you like."
"What do you want from me?" He asked, clearly annoyed by your behavior.
"I want to get to know you." Your words made him snap his head to look at you. The way you smiled at him seemed genuine, like you actually meant what you just said. Once again, Jungkook couldn't help but notice your beauty. Your lips were a shade of pink, glossy, and looked very plump. Your eyes were big and innocent, as if you hadn't broken all of those hearts. Before he could silently compliment more of your features, he suddenly remembered what Wonwoo had said to him.
"She is the meanest girl in this college, Guk. You don't want to associate with the likes of her. She and her friends bully people to have fun."
"I don't want to do anything."
"Why?"
"I just don't."
For a second, you looked truly hurt by Jungkook, and he realized he didnât like that look on your face for some reason.
"If you don't want to go on a date, we can just hang out here on campus," you suggested again. This time, instead of saying anything, Jungkook just sat there silently.
You didnât look away, though. Your eyes were fixed on him with that pretty little smile on your face, and Jungkook started feeling self-conscious under your gaze.
Do you look at everyone like this? Like you're looking at him right now? Like you're scrutinizing every minute detail of his face?
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're very pretty?" Jungkook's whole body heated up as he heard your compliment, unable to control the blush that spread across his face. "Are your glasses prescribed?"
The remainder of the class passed with Jungkook doing his best to avoid your presence, while you continued shamelessly staring at him from the front row. He wondered why the professor hadn't called you out on your behavior yet. Maybe this whole college was biased toward popular kids.
As soon as the hour was up and the bell rang, Jungkook was the first to swiftly get up, eager to make his escape. The intensity of your gaze was becoming overwhelming, and he felt as though he might burst into flames if he stayed any longer. Your presence was growing more intense with every passing second.
When you saw Jungkook hastily gather his belongings and rush out of the hall without even sparing another glance at you, you grabbed your bag, which you hadnât even bothered to open yet, and ran after him, ignoring the calls of your name behind you from Jimin. This time, thankfully, you didnât lose him in the crowd.
When you caught up to him, Jungkook was a little surprised to see you, not expecting you to follow him even after class.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
"We're hanging out."
"I never said yes to that."
"You never said no either." You said following him. "Why are you so scared of me, Jungkook?" You sound honestly curious about the question.
"I'm-I'm not scared."
"Then do you talk to everyone like that?" Ignoring your comment, Jungkook continued walking in a familiar direction.
"Where are we going?"
"Central Library." Jungkook doesn't know why he keeps answering you, it's like the words fall out before he can stop himself.
"Why? We just had a class," you whined a little. "Let's go to that gazebo behind the literature department." Jungkook doesn't have to know that it was a popular spot for people to make out. But it seemed that your suggestion fell on deaf ears, as you found yourself following Jungkook into the library without getting any response from him.
"I want to study for the next class."
As Jungkook walked alongside you, he couldn't help but notice all the attention the two of you were receiving on your way to the library. It made him wonder if you were equally affected by the curious stares, or if you had grown so accustomed to such attention that it didnât faze you anymore.
Not wanting to be in the spotlight any longer, Jungkook led himselfâand involuntarily, youâto seats in a less conspicuous area, hidden from the prying eyes of most people. Luckily, the seats there were unoccupied, with only two girls sitting at the table across from you, seemingly oblivious to your presence.
"Do you spend all of your free time in the library?" You questioned as you settled on the seat beside him, a little too close for his liking. Your body was halfway turned toward him, and his eyes couldn't help it travel a little further south from your face. Jungkook thought that you had to know what you were doing; there was no way it was unintentional.Â
Deciding to ignore your presence altogether, Jungkook took out his earphones and plugged them in his mobile, resuming the playlist he was listening to the night before. And apparently you took it as an invitation to take one of the earplugs and put it in your own ear.Â
When you started humming to the music and singing somewhat broken lyrics to 'wasted years' along with Bruce Dickinson, it left Jungkook quiet stunned.
"You-you listen to heavy metal?" Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow and you once again give him that smile of yours that seemed very dangerous.
"Sometimes, mostly Iron Maiden. Why? Can't I?"
"No-no, it's just, you- you don't seem like someone who'd... listen to heavy metal."
"Yeah? Then what do I seem like?" Your question caught him off guard and his eyes travelled to your lips. Still sitting too close to him, Jungkook could almost feel the warmth emitting from your body and it left him feeling a little strange, he couldn't decide if the feeling was the good or the bad kind.
You on the other hand almost did a victory dance in your head when you noticed his eyes lingering on your lips a little longer. You didn't make any further moves, knowing he might get uncomfortable and that's the last thing you want.
"I don't kn-know."
You heard the quiet sigh he let out in relief when your phone started buzzing in your hand, alerting you of text messages. Silently cussing at whoever it was, you turned on your phone to see the SMS.
Dooly đŁ : Where the fuck did you go you rat?
Dooly đŁ : You always do this bitch. And I always wait for you after class 𤥠đ¤Ą
You : I'm so sorry Chimmy. I'm with Jungkook.
Dooly đŁ : You're with Jungkook đĽľ?
You : Lol no. I wish tho đ¤¤đ¤¤
You : we're just hangin in the Library đ.
Dooly đŁ: did your phone autocorrect sucking dick for 'hangin in the library' ? đĽ´
You : stawppp bitch. We ain't doing anything. Just hangin.
Dooly : You ditched me to just hang in the library? Not cool đ
đť. Hope he never gives you dick.
You : Don't say that đĽš. I'm sorry.
Dooly đŁ: Whatever, dude. I'm smoking the good weed all by myself đ��
You : Don't say that đĽşđĽş.... I'll make it up to you. Do you want a nude?
You didn't get a reply after that, so you reverted your attention to Jungkook who was already engrossed in his laptop. A smile automatically found its way to your lips when you saw how his brows furrow in concentration and his lips were already making a small pout.
You decided not to disturb him and settled for admiring him silently.
*******
'Baby, you want more?' Your voice was nothing but a sweet melody as you whispered in Jungkook's ear. Your hips are moving in a circular motion. Your cunt bare and wet as it rubbed against his cock.
All he could do in response was moan a loud 'yes' . Jungkook felt like he was in heaven. Your tits were bare and glistening with sweat as they bounced in his face. He could just reach out and suckle on them but he couldn't for some reason.
'Come on, baby boy. Touch me.' You demanded. Your voice was lower and you were moaning. 'Touch me, Jungkook. I'm all yours.' The way you said his name made him want to cum all over you. Paint you all white.
'I can't.' Jungkook said in frustration. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't reach out to grab those beautiful mounds of flesh. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to touch you, kiss you, please you.
'It's ok, baby boy. I can do all the work.' The second your wet pussy sank down on his hard as rock-penis was the second Jungkook lost it all. He moaned out your name like chants. Your hands tugged on his hair as you jumped up and down on his cock. Your head rolled back, revealing your beautiful neck which he just wanted to take a bite out of.
'I'm cumming, that's it, baby boy. You're about to make me cum.'
Jungkook immediately jolted awake. He was panting and his breath was irregular. What the hell did he just see in his dream?
He threw the covers off of him when he realized he was sweating excessively. His whole body was on fire and his mind couldn't comprehend the dream. He took a moment to realize that he just dreamt of you riding him. Not only were you riding him but he was making you cum as well.
Was it because you were the only thing that he had thought about the whole evening? It wasn't his fault that all he could think about was you. You were the one following him around the whole day in that little outfit that did nothing to cover your body.
Jungkook's cock was achingly hard. It was throbbing. When he looked down he could see it practically poking its way out of his sweatpants.
He has never felt this turned on before, not even when he watches his favorite genre of porn. Not even when Vivian Sue, his first girlfriend touched him down there for the first time when he was 16. But just a dream of you had him practically heaving.
He laid still for a few seconds, waiting for the boner to go down because there was no way he was going to give in to you so easily, he can't let you affect him like that. He has to fight his boner.
'Let's think of something disgusting.' Jungkook thinks to himself, 'Mingyu's feet. Yugyeom's sweaty hands. Dead dogs. Uncooked chicken. Your tits, your tits, your tits.'
Jungkook let out a groan in frustration. Fuck why was it so hard.
"Fuck it." Jungkook mumbles under his breath before taking out his throbbing cock from the restraint of his sweatpants. A soft involuntary moan left his mouth when his hands came into contact with the angry tip of his cock. He sighed in relief.
His hands slowly started rubbing his cock up and down. Thumb spreading the precum to make it easier for his fist to slide of the member.
He should think about something else, you're a person and it's unfair to masturbate to you. Specially when he has no sexual relationship with you. It was just wrong but he couldn't think of something else.
The image of your tits bouncing was still fresh in his head. The way your plump lips spread wide open to moan out his name, calling him 'baby boy'. The way you arched your back in pleasure as you rode him, your shiny pussy lips gliding up and down his cock. The images were all too clear in his head and once again you were all he could think of.
Your name left his mouth as moans and he thanked god his flat-mate was not home tonight to hear him through the thin walls. He was moaning your name pretty loudly and there was no way Caleb wouldn't hear it if he was home.
Soon enough Jungkook was pumping his cock in a rapid speed. All to the thoughts of you doing vile things in his head. He couldn't help but think if you would actually feel as good as you did in his dreams. If your pussy was actually so tight that it would suck his cock in.
When Jungkook finally came down from his high he could see white, literally and figuratively. He felt lightheaded. He had never cum so much, so fast. His seeds were all over his sheets and some on his own stomach.
He felt guilty. Disgusted in himself. Jungkook can't believe he did that to you. Specially when he promised himself and his brother that he would never let himself get attracted to you.
He hoped to god not to run in to you the next day, because there was no way he could face you now after what he just did.
*******
"How dare you not tell us, Guk?" It was Mingyu's voice behind Jungkook that stopped him from walking any further into the campus.
He turned around and looked at his best friends in confusion. They didn't look angry or upset, they just looked shocked.
He racked his brain while they walked up to him but couldn't find a reason as to why they would react like this.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"You were ASKED OUT by THE __ ___. Are you KIDDING ME?" Yugyeom partially yelled on his face and before Jungkook could answer they bombarded him with a series of questions.
"Did you fuck her? Is it true? Does she really have nipple piercings?"
"How many times did she let you hit?"
"Does she really suck at giving head?"
As Jungkook's friends questioned him, he felt an inner discomfort building up. He didn't appreciate their probing and, surprisingly moreover, he realized he didn't like the way they were talking about you. A strange urge welled up inside him, compelling him to defend you behind your back. For the first time, he felt the strong feeling of hate towards his own friends because of the way they were speaking of you.
Even though none of it was new to Jungkook, he had heard people talking about you like that before, even worse, but it never mattered to him. He never raised an eyebrow when people called you names, said crude things about you. He never called them out when they said things as if you were not a person but an object that everyone wanted to play with. But now, hearing these things made him angry at his own friends.
"Don't talk about her like that." Jungkook simply said.
"Woah... Bro you're whipped already, is her pussy that good?"
"I said don't talk about her like that. And we never did anything, I said no when she asked me out." There was a sudden pregnancy pause as both of his best friends looked at him in confusion.
"What?" Mingyu asked as if Jungkook was speaking some foreign language.
"I said I turned her down."
"I'm sorry, did you hit your head when you were a kid?" Yugyeom scoffed unbelievingly.
"What do you mean you turned her down? When she asks you out you don't say no, you bend on your knees and you ask her when and where."
"I don't have time for this, I have class." Jungkook resumed towards his path after rolling his eyes at his friends, ignoring their comments about how he has to be lying and if he really did say no to you then he's an idiot.
Jungkook doesn't understand the strange feelings swirling within him. Up until recently he was so sure that he absolutely hated you, hated everything you stand for, specially your nasty personality. Yet, the strong feeling of wanting to protect and defend you now confuses him. Why does he want to scream at his friends right now? Why does the mention of your name makes him feel jittery?
For the second time that morning Jungkook was interrupted on his way by somebody calling his name.
"Jungkook!" The voice called again but this time it was closer. He turned in just in time to see you run towards him in yet another one of your tiny outfits. Your clothes today covered more surface than the previous day, at least your denim skirt was a little longer and your breast weren't about to spill out of your little pink top with tiny strawberry prints.
"Hi." As you stood in front of him, his heart thumped against his chest. His dream from last night was still very vivid in his head. The images of you had engraved themselves in his brain and his whole body heated up with embarrassment and guilt when he remembers how he was so far gone into the lust that he shamelessly masturbated to you.
There were two similar to go cups in either of your hands, one filled with green and other with pink. Jungkook wonders what you were doing at this part of the campus when your classes were all the way over to the other side. Did you come all the way over here only to meet him? You wouldn't would you?
"Here, I got you strawberry Boba tea." You handed him the cup as you sipped on your own matcha.
"How do you-"
"I saw you order this in the cafĂŠ, the other day."
"What are you doing here? You don't have any classes here." He said a little shyly. The blush on his face was very evident although you might not know the reason behind it and he would like to keep it that way.
"Yeah, my classes start after 12. I thought I'll just hangout with you." You replied batting your eyelashes at him. "Won't you introduce me to your friends, Jungkook?" At your question Jungkook remembers that he was not alone right now and turned to look at the said friends, only to find them shamelessly staring at you with their mouth practically hung open as if they were meeting a celebrity or something. They both looked a little starstruck by you right now. You go to the same college as they do, what's the big deal?
"We know you." The tallest one out of the three said instantly and you raised your eyebrows at him. Jungkook wanted to scoff at their reactions.
Now you're aware that you're pretty famous (or infamous) around your college but you thought it was mostly in your department or the departments surrounding yours. You never knew you were also known all to the other side of the campus. Or perhaps Jungkook has talked about you with his friends? The thought alone made you want to giggle like a stupid teenager.
"You do?" You asked with a confused smile.
"Yeah we follow you on Instagram, I'm Yugyeom by the way."
"I'm Mingyu, we're Jungkook's friends."
"Oh, Hi. Nice to meet you guys." You said in that sweet voice of yours that Jungkook finds really obnoxious.
"Jungkook has class right now, if you want, you can hangout with us?" Mingyu suggested with a shy smile and before you could answer you felt a tug in your hand.
"It's fine guys, she has to get back to her department." With that Jungkook was dragging you out of there and you waved goodbye to his friends.
"What happened?" You asked with a little smirk as the boy gently dragged you along. You wonder if there was a chance that Jungkook was suddenly jealous of you talking to his friends.
In Jungkook's head he was doing you a favour. There was no way in hell he was going to let you alone with his friends after he just heard the way they talked about you. He was aware that you were very much capable of protecting or defending yourself. But just the thought of you spending time with his friends and them taking it as a signal sends chills down his spine.
"Jungkook, stop." He did as he was told and released your hand. "What happened? Why do you look mad?"
There's no need for you to know the actual reason behind why he's mad.
"Why did you come here?"
"I thought we could hang out."
"You don't have to. And you certainly don't have to bring me this." He said holding up the cup of pink bubble tea.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want anything to do with you."
"Are we seriously back to square one? I thought we bonded yesterday."
"I don't know what- what made you think that."
"I promise I won't bother you. Please, if I annoy you, you can tell me and I'll go away." Jungkook sighed at your proposal but didn't say anything and started walking towards his class. You happily took that as a hint to follow him.
*******
"Oh look, it's the girl who has given up all her dignity for a boy."
"Shut up, Jimin." you said as you sat down at the your usual spot, in the cafĂŠ beside your best friend.
"No, you don't get to be mad at me. I am mad at you. You've been ditching me all week."
"I'm sorry." Jimin rolled his eyes at your apology, mostly because it didn't seem sincere.
Thankfully the cafĂŠ this time of the day always seem pretty empty because crowd was the last thing you needed right now, it was only occupied by your group and some other people.
Even half of your group was missing, only Jimin and Hobi were there when you came in.
"You're still chasing that Jungkook guy?" Hosoek asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes." It was you best friend who had decided to answer on behalf of you.
"Wow, I've never seen you this desperate for dick."
"It's not just about that, Ok?" You snapped. "I mean, I don't even care if I don't get to have sex with him. I just... I don't know what it is, I guess I like him or something."
Both your friends look astound at your revelation. In fact you yourself was kind of amazed at what you said, never realizing it before the words left your mouth.
The last time you had romantic feelings for someone, he broke your heart and moved away from the city. Saying that he never intended to continue this relationship after graduating. That's why you dreaded having any sort of romantic relationship after that. The heartbreak was just too much and so not worth it.
You promised yourself that you'll only stick to sexual relationships from now on, no strings attached, that's until Jungkook came along. At first you thought it was just because he said no to you and you took it as a challenge. But that was not it. He made you feel different, he made you want to spend time with him even if you don't get any orgasms out of it.
That day when you spent time with him in the library you realized you liked looking at Jungkook's face. It gives you joy, no conversations need to take place and you would still enjoy his company.
Jimin was instantly by your side, forgetting the fact that he was supposedly mad at you. "Oh my god, you actually like him. That's the face you made when you told me about Yoongi."
"Really?"
"Wait, I thought we weren't suppose to talk about him."
"You can talk about him, Hobi. I've moved on," You assured your other friend before getting back to the previous topic. "And I guess I do, I just spent an hour with him in his chemistry lecture and I actually didn't mind because I got to be with him."
"Oh my god this is huge."
"No, its not that huge."
"It is kinda huge." You rolled your eyes before steeling Hoseok's muffin.
"Anyway, are you still mad at me?"
"NO. I thought you were ditching for dick, I didn't know you were in love with him." Jimin said with a smile.
"Shut up, I'm not in love."
The next five minutes went by you trying to convince your best friends that you're not in love and them teasing you about it.
"Hey guys, what are you talking about?"
"Joon." you instantly stood up to greet your friend with a tight hug. "Where's Jennie?"
"In class, we're supposed to meet here." he replied sitting in the empty chair beside the couch.
"We were talking about her new crush." said Hoseok making you glare at him.
"Oh right, Jennie told me about Jungkook."
"Of course she did, when has she ever been able to shut her mouth."
"In her defense, she kept her mouth shut for three whole days after she found out."
You met Namjoon through Yoongi, they were both in the swim team and as the girlfriend of the captain you became a part of their friend group by default. Namjoon was the sweetest jock you have ever seen. Even after you and Yoongi broke up Namjoon stayed friends with you, and you heard through his friends that he even scolded Yoongi for you. One day when you saw Namjoon drooling over one of your best friends you introduced them both and one year later they're still dating.
"Are you guys going to Rick Miller party this weekend?"
"I don't know. They never has the good boo-" Jimin started but a light bulb went off in your head.
"Yes we are." You replied.
"We are?" Jimin asked you'
"Yes, now Namjoon," you started turning to face your friend with glinting eyes. "I heard you're still friends with Won-woo."
"Oh no, I don't like where you're going with this." Namjoon shook his head.
"Just hear me out."
"OK fine. Yes we're still friends."
"Then you could convince him to bring Jungkook to the party?"
"I don't know, __, I don't think I should meddle, and if he finds-"
"Joonie, please?" You gave him the puppy eyes that works on almost everyone, key word- almost. "Don't forget I introduced you to your pretty girlfriend."
"Are you gonna hang that over my head forever?"
"Pretty much."
"What are you gonna do anyway? And I don't know if you can tell but Kook's not really the party type of guy."
"I don't know, I haven't figured that yet. But if he sees me outside of college then maybe he'll actually talk to me." It seemed that your words didn't convince any of your friends. "Look just please try, I'll owe you one."
"Fine. But I can't promise anything."
*******
Jungkook's eyes goes back and forth from the mobile in his hand and to the thick white liquidy substance all over his sheets.
The picture displayed on his phone was one of your recent pictures you've uploaded on Instagram. It was a picture of you laying on a beach towel, sunbathing, it was nothing scandalous, just a simple picture of you in a bathing suit.
He closes his eyes out of shame. This was the third day in a row that Jungkook had masturbated to you and he has never felt so ashamed of himself, he felt like he was objectifying you and it was very wrong.
He quickly takes a Kleenex from the nightstand and wipes himself clean. It wasn't like he hadn't tried other things, he had. He tried watching porn, hentai, anything that would keep him going but unfortunately it was only you that made him hard anymore.
Jungkook then carefully tucks his still sensitive cock back in his sweatpants and laid back down in his bed. It was 10:00 on a Saturday morning and he was just so glad that at least he wouldn't have to face you for two days. He was going to spend these two days doing anything that would get his mind off you.
Your picture was still open on the screen of his phone and it compelled him to scroll further. It seemed that you were pretty popular on Instagram, and you didn't even post anything other than photos of yourself and sometimes your friends.
His thumb stopped scrolling when it came across a particular selfie. You were making a cute face at the camera and you were clearly sitting on a guy's lap whose face could not be seen. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, only silver hair visible. Jungkook's eyes narrowed in on the picture, taking notice of every single detail. Was it somebody you dated in the past? Or was it just one of your friends? You do seem awfully close to your friends.
He felt a weird pang in his chest looking at the picture. It wasn't an old picture at least it was uploaded recently, only 6 days ago to be exact. And if you were already seeing someone why would you approach him and ask him out on a date?
Overwhelmed by his sudden feelings, Jungkook shut his phone and threw it against his mattress. C'mon JK, you need to stop thinking about her.
To pull him out of his thoughts filled with you, the doorbell of his apartment rang twice. Jungkook waited on his bed thinking his roommate could open the door, it's not like he himself gets any visitors anyway.
The doorbell rang again and he stood up from his bed, a little annoyed because he was planning to spend a few more hours in bed.
"Hyung?" The sight of Wonwoo behind the door surprised Jungkook a little. His brother has visited his apartment only twice, once when he was looking for an apartment and once when he helped him move in, that's it. So seeing him on his doorstep all of a sudden surprised him.
"Hey, Guk. What's up?" Jungkook opens the door wide enough to welcome him in and shuts the door behind them. There was not much age difference between the two Jeons, Wonwoo was only a little more than a year older than Jungkook. But Wonwoo always treated Jungkook like a kid, and not in a good way. At first it was endearing when Jungkook was actually a kid, but now it was just annoying.
"What are you doing here, Hyung?"
"Yah, can't I visit my brother? Eomma called this morning, she said you're not picking up her calls," Oh right, there was a reason Jungkook wasn't picking up his mother's calls and he wasn't proud of it. "I was around here so I thought I'd see what you're up to."
"Yeah, I was going to call her back. I was doing... something." At the suspicious raised eyebrow given to him by his brother he came up with an better excuse. "Working out. I was working out." Wonwoo doesn't need to know that he just spent an entire morning dreaming of you and touching himself.
"Working out huh? I see you've already built some muscles, little Kookie." There it was again, the condescending tone and the 'little Kookie' like he was some damn kid learning how to ride a bike.
"Is there something else you want, Hyung?" Jungkook asked politely. Yes Jungkook hated him time to time but it was still his older brother and he respected him.
"Nah, now that I know you're not dead, I can go back."
"Ok. I'll call Eomma and let her know you stopped by."
As Wonwoo was in front of the door ready to leave he stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"Hey, Gguk,"
"Yeah?"
"There's a party tonight at one of my teammates place, umm do you wanna go with me and the boys?" Jungkook was almost shocked at his question. He was always under the impression that his brother was somewhat embarrassed of his nerd younger brother, and now he wants him to come to a party with him and 'the boys'?
"What?" He asked as if the question wasn't clear to him.
"Namjoon suggested that you could do some socializing. And this party is just perfect, everyone goes every semester, even students from your department. And it's also not THAT wild."
"I don't know, Hyung. I'm not really a party person."
"I know. That's what I said. But he's right, a little socializing never hurts anyone. And if it's too much for you, you can always come back."
"I'll think about it."
"Ok, bro. Let me know whenever you change your mind."
*******
You can't recall the last instance you felt this thrilled about a college party. Yes they were fun and you got to get high and drunk with your friends and then you'd find a hot guy and sleep with him, but it was all becoming monotonous now. The same shit all the time. But this time it was different, there was a possibility that Jungkook could be there and that made you...excited?
You also can't remember the last time you went to a party and didn't get high right away.
"So what did Wonwoo say? Will he bring Jungkook?" You asked Namjoon who was sitting across from you on a chair with his girlfriends on his lap.
"Babe, its not even 11 yet, give 'em some time." Jimin said offering you the joint which you refused with a shake of your head.
You were currently sitting on Jimin's lap because you don't trust any furniture in these frat houses. God knows who has been there and done what. It has become a regular occurrence now. Whenever you went to these parties your only seat was your friend's lap, because these dresses ain't cheap.
"Wait, did you dress up all pretty for him?" asked Jennie, sipping that fruit punch that was spiked so many times with different alcohols that you were sure it was poisonous now. Instead of going for the 'hot girl' look tonight you decided to wear something that would make you look 'beautiful'.
The anticipation of Jungkook's arrival tonight was gradually diminishing. Positioned where you were, you had a clear view of the front door, yet there was no sign of Jungkook or his brother. Just as you were about to turn to Jimin to express your disappointment once more, a familiar tuft of fluffy hair caught your attention.
Your face instantly lit up at the sight of the boy. And of course Jungkook looked as cute as always if not more. You notice how he was wearing a black dress shirt and gray pants instead of his usual oversized tees and trousers.
"Should I go over right now or should I wait?" You asked your friends and they turned to look at the boy.
"I say wait at least 20 minutes. You don't wanna look desperate."
"Hobi, I've been following the guy for days. I don't think one can look any more desperate than that."
"True."
"I should go ask him for a drink."
"I'm pretty sure there's no bubble tea here." Jimin commented making the rest of the circle laugh.
"Ha ha, very funny. Suck a dick."
Jungkook looked very out of the place when you walked up to him. He didn't notice you until you were right in front of him.
"Hi, I didn't know you'd be here."
On the other hand, Jungkook wasn't particularly surprised to find you here. In fact, while getting ready, he had imagined the possibility of encountering you at least twenty times, playing out scenarios in his head about how he would react and what he would say. His gaze subtly traced over your figure, clad in a white glittery dress with a sweetheart neckline.
"You look handsome," you complimented him, noting the slight flush that colored his cheeks. It was the first time you had really taken notice of his muscular arms. Those t-shirts he typically wore to college certainly didn't do justice to his physique at all.
'You-You look pretty, as well."
"You think so?" you asked, giggling. You've always been aware that you're quite attractive; confidence has always been your strong suit. However, hearing the words coming from Jungkookâthe boy who had never even acknowledged youâgave you a whole new sense of conviction.
"Yes."
"Thanks. Are you here with someone?"
"Umm, yes, my- my brother was suppose to meet me here."
"Maybe I can wait with you until you find him?"
"No, its ok. You should get back to your friends."
"No, please. Let me?" Jungkook couldn't quite pinpoint the reasonâwhether it was the fact that you were meeting outside of college, the way you looked, or the guilt that Jungkook couldn't shake offâbut when you asked with that look on your face, he couldn't say no. "Okay, Kook, let's go get you some drinks," you said, taking the lead.
As you held his hand and pulled him further inside the house, it sent shivers throughout his body. Jungkook still couldn't believe that someone like you would actually take the time to entertain him, especially right now when you could just be with your friends and enjoy your time.
"You're okay with alcohol, right?" you asked, turning to face Jungkook as you both stood in front of a large table filled with all kinds of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. With so many people surrounding the table, the gap between your back and his chest was practically nonexistent.
"Yeah, but. Nothing too strong."
"The fruit punch is out of question then." Jungkook looked at the big glass jar that looked too pink to be consumable. "I'm gonna make you a __ special."
"A __ special? What's that?"
"A few months ago I accidently made this cocktail and it tastes amazing. You're gonna love it." You said already looking for the ingredients.
"What's in it?"
"Mostly Pineapple juice and tequila, but there's my secret ingredient, that I've never told anyone." You said, pouring the pineapple juice in the red cup. "Its actually red-bull, but promise me you'll never tell anyone." You handed him your invention proudly and he couldn't help but smile at the evident excitement on your face.
"Ok." He said, sniffing the liquid before taking a sip.
"How is it?" Horrible, it was horrible, Jungkook has never tasted anything this bad in his entire life. But that smile on your face, Jungkook could never let down that smile on your face.
"Its good."
"Right?" You said, making a drink for yourself, well, just pouring neat vodka in a cup.
"Do you go to college parties regularly?"
"Well, the first two years I did. But then it became boring, so we only attend sometimes, when we have nothing else to do."
"This is actually my first time." he admitted and it made you smile that he was finally talking to you without stuttering.
"Yeah? What made you come to this one."
"My hyun- my brother said it would be good for me to socialize a little."
"I hope you're not regretting your decision so far."
"I'm- I'm not."
Silence enveloped both of you for the next few seconds, neither knowing what to say next. You had been so focused all this time on getting Jungkook to talk to you that you hadn't considered what you would talk about if you actually had a conversation. You and Jungkook had almost nothing in common.
Jungkook, on the other hand, remained skeptical about the whole situation. Ok, there might be a slight chance that you weren't orchestrating all of this to make fun of him with your friends and that you genuinely wanted to get to know him. But did that mean that everything he had ever heard about you was a lie? Or were you just putting up a front?
"Its really noisy in here, would you like to go to the backyard or something?" you asked in hopes of getting some alone time with the boy in front of you.
"Umm, I'm not sure, my brother would be looking for me." The entire world knows by now that Jungkook's brother will not give two damns if he got lost in this party but he's already done enough socializing for one day.
"Oh come on, Jungkook. I promise I won't try anything funny." the younger boy almost chuckled at the look on your face.
"Okay, I guess it won't hurt anyone." you did a little victory dance in your head before holding his hand in your unoccupied one and dragging him out of the now crowded house.
*******
"No way, you watch Anime?" after a few minutes of awkwardly walking around in the garden Jungkook and you finally fell into a conversation, although his sentences still don't consist of many words you counted this as a win.
"Yes, why is it so hard for you to believe that I watch anime and listen to heavy metal?"
"I don't know...y-you just don't seem like the type."
Jungkook had constructed a specific image of you in his mind based on all the things he had heard from his brother, friends, and people in general. So far, none of the things you had revealed about yourself fit into that image at all.
From everything Jungkook had heard, you didn't seem like the type of person to enjoy heavy metal or comic books, or engage in anything even remotely described as nerdy or boring. You were supposed to be this big mean girl who burned everything that came into contact with her; you weren't supposed to be approachable or relatable.
"What type do I seem like then?" You asked with genuine curiosity in your eyes, you were not offended that he dared to assume shit about you, you just wanted to see yourself from his eyes.
"Someone who would... laugh at my face if I tell her how much I love comic books."
"What? Why would I do that?" you asked with a laugh that made your eyes go small and cheeks fluffier. Jungkook swear he has not heard a prettier laughter. "You know what, if you get to-" Before you could complete your sentence you were cut off by the loud noise of your drunk 'Friend'.
"Oh, there she is," Jay stumbled on his way to you. When he reached you two you saw Jungkook visibly cringe at how much he stank of alcohol and weed.
"What do you want, Jay?" It wasn't really new for him to get crazy drunk at parties and approach you, but what really annoyed you was him interrupting the moment between you and Jungkook.
"Oh you are with the nerd." His eyes went to Jungkook who was looking at him with his doe eyes. "So did you finally have him? Are you bored yet?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Jay? Leave us alone."
"Us? There is an 'us'?" he asking pointing his finger at you and Jungkook.
"Its none of your business."
"You? You seriously think you can change this slut? You fucking nerd, she's just gonna use you and throw you away like a tissue, you are nothing, literally nothing." He was now talking to Jungkook and standing too close to him for his comfort. You eyes were widening at his words.
"Jay what the fuck is wrong with you, get the fuck away from him." You had successfully pulled him enough away from Jungkook to get yourself in the middle. "I swear to god, you are going to regret this tomorrow so walk away."
"Or what? Your lap dog will come after me? Tell me do you let Jimin fuck you for all the service he does?" You were now absolutely disgusted with his words.
You looked back at Jungkook and saw him backing away, his eyes were on the ground, his face mimic the disgusted look on yours, you just don't know if it was for you or Jay.
"Jungkook, please don't listen to him, he's drunk and-"
"I-I'm, I'm just, I'm gonna head back. I'll seeâ" Without completing his sentence, Jungkook rushed back inside the house, presumably to leave through the front door.
"You FUCKING IDIOT, I swear to god if you ever come near me I'll fuck you up, I hate you. Do you not understand that I do not want you. Can't you get that through that thick skull of yours?" after ranting you quickly rushed after Jungkook not noticing the other man looking at you as if you just ruined his night and not the other way around.
"Jungkook stop," you called out guiding yourself through the sweaty bodies dancing and grinding and what not. "Please, just listen to me."
Taking advantage of his long legs and large steps, Jungkook was almost out of the front door and out of your sight. Just as you were about to cross the threshold, somebody threw a whole glass of fruit punch all over you.
"Oh my god, I'm sooo sorry-" You looked as the girl in front of you and if you were not in such a hurry you would bring another glass just to pour it down her head.
"It's okay." When you were out on the front yard, Jungkook was no where to be seen. You sighed in frustration, Jungkook was finally opening up to you and that rat just had to ruin-
"What happened to your dress?" Came a soft voice.
"You didn't leave yet." You smiled in relief.
"I was about to, I just- thought I should check on you first. He seemed pretty drunk."
"Look Jungkook, whatever he said, I'm very sorry about it. He shouldn't said that about you-"
"And what about you?"
"Huh?"
"He said worse things about you."
"Well... I'm pretty sure you have heard that before about me."
"I did. A lot."
"Look what he said to you was way out of line and I'm just so mad at him-"
"And why are you not mad at him for what he said about you?" His question confused you a lot.
"Because I'm used to it."
"Why?"
"I-I don't know. Jungkook, I know you are mad at what he said, but I swear to god, its not like that with you, I'm not-"
"I am, I am mad at what he said but not about me, I am mad at what he said about you and I am more mad that you let him."
"It's nothing, I don't really care."
"You should," he said calmly, "you should care, if you're really not what people say then you should stand up for yourself." with that he turned around to walk away from the house.
"Wait," he turned around. "Are you really going to leave me here like this? I am drenched."
******
Jungkook's room was cute, just like himâwarm and cozy. Surprisingly, it was cleaner than what you expected a guy's room to be, except for a few pieces of clothes thrown over his gaming chair.
"Here, you can change into this?" Jungkook said handing you a big black t-shirt of his and his boxer briefs.
It was safe to say that Jungkook was completely freaking out right now. He had never had a girl at his place, and now he not only had 'any' girl but you roaming around in his room with your delicate feet in that tiny pink-stained white dress of yours.
"Can I use the shower?" you asked and he pointed to the brown door behind you.
As soon as you were behind the door he let out a loud breath that he was holding in ever since you started following him to his place.
When he was going out tonight he was only supposed to stay for 10-15 minutes and comeback to finish his paused video game. He had no intention whatsoever to bring a girl back let alone you out of all people.
Its not that Jungkook hates the idea of you in his shower, naked. Its that even the idea of it makes him all hot and bothered.
Jungkook looks back to the time 20 minutes ago, he could have booked you a cab for your own place but when you looked all innocent and helpless he couldn't help but utter those four words.
"Are you really going to leave me here like this? I am drenched."
"I live near by."
And that is how you ended up naked in his bathroom. Just a wooden door away.
Looking around his room, he quickly made sure there was no embarrassing thing left on any surface. With his shaking hands, he tidied up his room a little, stuffing everything in his closetâ it was now future Jungkook's problem. However, Jungkook's immediate concern was the very visible tent in his gray pants.
Dammit, when did he get a hard on? Was it the thought of you naked in his bathroom, or was it your clearly very wet dress, or was it when you asked him if you could shower, or was it when he first saw you in this evening.
Maybe if he changed into some loose sweatpants, it wouldn't be very noticeable, so he did. Without taking a shower or cleaning himself of tonight's chaos, he quickly changed into his black sweatpants and a t-shirt similar to the one he gave you.
You couldn't believe you were inside Jungkook's shower, you personally thought that showers were a little too intimate, you have never showered at any of your hookup's place. In fact the last time you used a man's shower was when you were with Yoongi.
Now here you were in Jungkook's bathroom, looking at one of the most private parts of his life. The kind of shower gel he uses, the color of his toothbrush everything was too intimate and left you feeling giddy in your stomach. Not to mention you were wearing his clothes.
His t-shirt was too loose on you, your shoulders were tiny compared to his broad once, t-shirt was almost falling below your mid thigh whereas his hips were so petite that his boxers were a little tight on you.
You took a palm full of cold water and threw it on your face in hopes that your cheeks would cool down a little. Once you opened the door and went outside you saw Jungkook in different clothes sitting on his bed with two bowls in his hands.
When the boy looked up at you, you could see his cheeks visibly flush red. If only you could read his mind you would know how much in awe he was right now.
Jungkook had always known that you were pretty, it was no secret from the whole world, people simped after you for a reason. But right now, in his clothes, with your face bare of any makeup you were absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous.
"I- ummm... I heat up some pasta from lunch... hope you don't mind leftovers." His voice was once again too small. Like he lost all the confidence you saw back there in the party.
"No, Thank you so much. I was hungry." You said taking a seat beside him and taking the bowl from his hand. You let out a tiny moan after taking the first bite. "This is delicious, did you make this." He only nod his head in answer.
The next few minutes were spent as you two ate in silence, enjoying the meal he cooked. Your mind went back to what he said to you at the party.
"Jungkook?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you really think that I should care about what people say about me?"
"Not people. I just think that you let your friends take you for granted. A lot. If they really are your friends they wouldn't talk shit about you like that."
This is the biggest sentence you heard Jungkook saying till now, that too without stuttering. You smiled at him and he got shy again. the tip of his ears along with the apple of his cheeks started flushing.
"What?"
"Nothing, just. Ever since Yoongi and I broke up, i kind of took on that whole 'it girl' role. And I don't really care about what people say or call me and maybe that's why none my friends care either, but... it feels nice to have someone get mad on your behalf."
When Jungkook looked at your eyes and the little smile on your face he could finally see you, not the girl people describe and not the girl his brother seemed to hate so much, he could see you, he couldn't understand if you were the same person who supposedly hurt so many people and broke so many hearts.
You noticed how his eyes traveled to your lips and then back to your eyes.
"I am... You can sleep here, I-I'll just take the couch in the hall."
"Its okay, i guess... we can share a bed."
You suggestion almost made him hiccup. He is almost 23 years old and he has never shared a bed with another woman, well beside his mom and cousins obviously.
"Umm, no its okay...I can just take the couch." Truth was that Jungkook wasn't sure if he will be able to breath properly if he slept beside you.
"Come on Jungkook, I won't bite." You said while putting your hand on his shoulder, as soon as you hand touched him he jumped up from the bed as if you shocked him.
"Goodnight, if you need anything just wake me up...or whatever." With that he picked up a pillow and left the room.
*******
The next day, when Jungkook walked into his Psychology class, you were already sitting there, waving your hand at him and patting the empty seat beside you. Of course, Jimin was on your other side, looking more uninterested than ever.
Jungkook wasn't aware that you were in the same class; he had never noticed you before. He began searching for another seat to avoid being distracted by you throughout the class. However, he couldn't find any available seats that weren't at the back.
"Hi Jungkook." You said once he finally settled down beside you but received no reply from the boy and it made you frown, was he seriously going to pretend that nothing happened last night, like those few minutes of bonding were nothing.
"I recently transferred classes." You informed him about the tiny detail. "You have to help me with whatever that's been going on." you said as he silently put down his stuff beside you. He sat down without doing much to acknowledge your existence but you looked around and saw there were many vacant seats in the hall and he chose to sit beside you, so he's not completely ignoring you or anything.
"I don't understand a single thing this man is saying." you exclaimed quietly but loud enough.
"Yes, and thanks to you we are stuck here." Jimin rolled his eyes beside you.
"Can you please help me catch up after lecture?" You looked at Jungkook.
"Since when do you care about academics?" Jungkook asked while writing down whatever the old man was saying.
"Since now. Pretty please?" The boy looked at you as you batted your eyelashes and sighed.
"Fine. I don't have any other class after this, I can help you study."
You almost exclaimed loudly but then recalled how rude and unfiltered Mr. Hastings was so you sat quietly for the rest of the lecture.
Once the lecture finally ended and you saw Jungkook preparing to get out of the class, you quickly got up to follow him. "I'll see you guys at the cafe ok?" you told your best friend and without waiting for a reply ran after Jungkook.
"Where are we going?"
"To the library."
"I thought you don't have any classes after this. Neither do I. Why can't we just leave?" You whined, feeling slightly irritated by his unexpected behavior. It's not like his behavior was newâhe'd been like this from the beginning. But after last night, you really thought something had shifted. You didn't just imagine everything, did you? This morning he even made you a breakfast sandwich and arranged an Uber for you.
"I like studying in the library." Of course he does!
"Let's just go to your place." You said while trying and failing to drag him with you. 'Wow, he sure is pretty strong' "Come on, Jungkook. Pleaseeeee! I hate that library, Its so silent and cold."
Jungkook bit his lips while contemplating your offer. 'God you are so irresistible' Last night Jungkook almost forgot about all the promises he made to his brother. His beliefs towards you were slowly changing, he knew you were not the monster everyone made you to be, quite the opposite actually. Still, he believed hanging with you was like walking on burning coals, he was ought to get burned.
Jungkook didn't say anything. He just let you happily drag him out of this dreadful campus. He thinks he has spent the whole night alone with you at his place without letting himself lose control, he's pretty sure he can do a few more hours.
*******
Somehow this afternoon Jungkook was much less nervous than last night. Thank god he decided to clean the whole place right after you left. You were sitting on his bed with your pretty legs under your butt as your wide eyes looked up at him.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Just water." He nodded and left to grab a bottle from his kitchen.
'Calm down Jungkook, you are just gonna help her study and then she's gonna leave'. Wiping his sweaty palms on his sweatshirt Jungkook reentered his room only to find you out of the cardigan that was covering you, leaving you only in a beige camisole and a pair of white shorts.
"I hope you don't mind. Your room's kinda warm"
"Its okay. Water." He handed you the bottle with almost shaky hand.
"Thanks."
"We should start, if you wanna cover all the topics before Mr. Hastings gives off assignments. He's pretty brutal while checking the papers."
For the next half and hour or so Jungkook has gone through 5 pages of his notes with you, or maybe 3; you weren't really counting. You would be lying if you said that you understood everything that came out of his pretty mouth, Psychology was not really one of the hardest subjects that you chose but he was just too pretty for you to focus on any thing besides him.
"You are not focusing." Jungkook said blatantly as you sat in front of him on his bed, giving him heart eyes while he just poured his heart to you about the schools of psychology.
"I totally am, I just listened to everything you said, and I totally agree."
"Really? Then which school emphasizes the role of unconscious conflicts, early childhood experiences, and defense mechanisms in the development of psychological disorders?"
"Ummm...the middle school?"
"NO the psychodynamic school." this was the first time you were seeing Jungkook speaking so loudly and passionately about something, and honestly it was a turn on. "Did you listen to anything I just said?"
"Sorry, I promise I'll focus from now on."
"Do, you want to take a break?" You were surprised that Jungkook was the first one who suggested to take a break and not you.
"Yeah sure, What should we do?" You asked suggestively knowing very well that Jungkook will not even think about the million things that you want to do to him right now but a girl can always hope right?
"Umm, I have video games, if you wanna play? Or we can watch anime." both the options were way different from what you were hinting so you took the matters in your own hand.
"Or..." You scooched closer to the boy, "We could make out." All the oxygen from Jungkook's body left him right there. His whole face was suddenly red and hot and he had no idea if you were just joking or if you were serious.
"Y-you want to do that?"
"You don't?" Of course he did, that is all he had thought about ever since you started talking to him.
"Wh-why me?" His question made you laugh lightly.
"Jungkook. Is it not painfully obvious that I am attracted to you?" As a matter of fact you have never tried hiding that you have a crush on him, not from him, not from anybody. So you were not sure why he was so surprised by your confession.
"But why me?" It broke you heart that he was not aware of how painfully gorgeous he was.
"Because-" You moved closer and removed his iPad from his hands , practically sitting on his lap. "I think you are the most gorgeous and sweetest person I've ever met in my entire life." You slowly reached for his face with your right hand removing his glasses, testing the waters. You would never do anything that would make him even slightly uncomfortable. "And you have beautiful eyes. Is this Ok?" Jungkook's voice was caught in his throat, all he could offer you was a nod which made you giggle.
"Do you want me to continue?" The conscious side of his brain was saying no, reasoning with him, what would he tell his brother? But his body was possessed, possessed by lust and the touch of your soft hands. His hands were suddenly involuntarily reaching out for you, he was craving to touch you, hold you and finally kiss you.
"Yes, please."
"As you wish, baby boy." Your lips finally met his soft ones and he felt like he has reached euphoria. He had completely lost control over his body. His hand grabbed you by the waist as hard as he could without hurting you and pulled you onto his laps.
His heart was beating so loudly that he was scared he would go into a cardiac arrest. The first few strokes of his lips were a little awkward, considering it was not a daily occurrence for him like you but after a few soft kisses his lips found the perfect rhythm with yours.
You smiled into the kiss as he slowly gained confidence and started kissing you more fiercely. His kisses were so soft and smooth that it felt like you have been kissing him daily. Soon you felt him opening his mouth a little wider so you took the opportunity and slipped in your tongue, he tasted like strawberries and mint, reminding you of his sweet taste in beverages.
"Wow!" you exclaimed as soon as he pulled away for some air. "You are a great kisser."
"T-thank you, so are you."
"Aww don't get shy now." you said pointing at the pink hue rising up his neck and to his cheeks. "So? you want to continue or you want to go back to studying?" You asked half seriously, hoping to god he wouldn't choose the second option.
"I think you've studied enough for today."
You let out a tiny giggle before crashing your lips again on his. You took his hand and dragged it up your chest, granting him permission to touch you. his hand stayed there for a second before giving your breast a tiny squeeze, pulling out a moan from you.
It wasn't much later that you started grinding your hips against his, feeling his very prominent boner through his pants. After a few circular motion of your hips, he was a moaning mess in your hands.
His shaky hands started pulling at your top with urgency, wanting to feel more of your exposed skin. You helped him take off your top and he sat still for a moment, looking at your breast like a little kid looking at a carnival.
"You wanna touch them?" You asked, guiding his hand to the hook of your bra and he nodded very eagerly. After the little piece of cloth came off his lips didn't waste a single second before coming in contact with your nipple, sucking on it as if it had the cure of all diseases. His tongue did a fantastic job making you whimper and moan on his lap.
"Oh my god, baby, you are so good at this." you cried holding the back of his head and guiding his mouth to all the right places.
Your lips wanted to taste him again so you did and this time he was the most confident. You had no idea how his kisses improved so much in a matter of few minutes, but you were not complaining. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth and his lips sucked in yours like a candy.
It was your turn now to pull at his t-shirt until it was thrown away in another corner of his room and there was no barrier between both of your upper bodies.
You sat there for a few seconds, admiring the view. He really was gorgeous, he was lean but very muscular, you knew he was hiding something delicious under all those baggy clothes.
Your fingertips ran along the smooth honey like skin until they reached the hem of his sweatpants. You looked up at his face asking for permission. He looked a little nervous.
"I want to suck your cock, Jungkook. I promise it will feel nice." He contemplated your offer for a few seconds before finally nodding his head yes and you gave him another kiss out of joy.
You didn't waste too much time before pulling his sweatpants and briefs down his thighs. His cock spring up at your touch making you almost drool. You have had sex with a lot of men A LOT, but you swear that you have never seen a prettier dick. Or maybe it looked so pretty because of the man it was attached to.
You leaned down and left tiny kisses along his thighs making his cock angrier and darker. It was so thick that you couldn't wrap your whole hand around it. You could already imagine how good it would feel inside you.
As soon as you gave a kitten lick on the tip, Jungkook let out a loud groan.
"Ple-please."
"Please what baby?"
"Please __, do something. It feels so nice."
You let out another giggle at his desperation and decided not to torture him any further. His one hand supported him up from the bed as the other one grabbed your head and pushed it further down, making you swallow his cock until it reached the back of your throat.
His precum tasted like butter, smooth and salty. You looked up at the boy while bobbing your head up and down, his eyes were closed and mouth was hung open as he moaned your name again and again like a mantra.
Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, what you couldn't fit in your mouth as your tongue constantly licked the head. His orgasm came without any warning, hitting your chest and face and your quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip in order to not waste any more of it. It would be such a shame to waste the cum from such a pretty cock.
You swallowed all his load and giggle when you looked at his expression. He looked like he was about to ask you to marry him.
"I'm sorry, i should have warned you." He said and you followed his eyes to the droplets of cum sitting prettily between both your breasts.
"Its ok, I like surprises." You said taking his t-shirt that he handed you to wipe his cum.
His eyes couldn't seem to look away from you. You've always been beautiful, but at this moment, you looked otherworldly. With your tousled hair and nearly bare face, he had never encountered anyone more stunning. When he kissed you this time, he was entirely confident; it was brief yet filled with intense passion.
"Teach me?" You looked at him confusingly.
"I want to do something for you, please you, make you--... I want to make you cum, teach me how to." You smiled at his request.
"Maybe some other time. You look tired right now, lets take a nap."
Some other time. You said 'some other time', does that mean it was not a one time deal with him.
He nodded at your suggestion and pulled up his sweatpants and briefs. Just as you were about to get up from his bed to give him his privacy his hand pulled you to his chest and wrapped around you tightly.
"Sleep with me?" He pleaded with a soft voice and you obliged happily.
As you slipped into slumber Jungkook couldn't help but wonder, was this post orgasm bliss that he was experiencing or did something just shift inside him? He suddenly felt anger towards his brother, towards everyone who has ever spoken ill about you.
It seemed impossible that someone so mean could be so sweet to him alone. He wanted to protect you, even though he knew he wasnât strong enough. Still, he would do everything he could to ensure that no one ever harmed you.
******
When you woke up from your nap it was pretty dark outside Jungkook's window, you don't know how many hours you slept but it was one hell of a sleep.
Jungkook was still sound asleep, his head on your chest and arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled to your self once you heard him snore. 'wow even he snores so prettily'.
You wanted to pee so bad but you were unable to even move under him. You laid there for a few more minutes not wanting to wake him up but the urge to take a leak just became unbearable.
"Jungkook..." You shook him slightly, "Baby, I need to use the restroom."
"Why?" He asked in his sleepy voice making you laugh.
"Why? Why do people use the toilet, silly?"
"Just do it on the bed."
"EW, Jungkook no."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He laughed before getting up and you ran to the bathroom as soon as you were free.
'Did Jungkook just make a joke.' You thought as you sat down on the toilet. It was the first time you were watching this side of Jungkook, he was always either too nervous to talk to you or too irritated. You were happy though, that he could finally be himself around you.
After you cleaned yourself and walked back inside the room Jungkook was already dressed in fresh clothes and you missed his bare chest.
"Here," he handed you a grey t-shirt. "It is clean." You were surprised as he pulled you closer to him and pecked your lips. Neither of you spoke about your departure from his place and acted like it was daily occurrence for you to spend so much time at his flat.
"So? Should we continue with our lesson?" he asked pulling you down on his lap.
"Do we have to?"
"I mean, if you want to pass his class then yes."
"Or we can think about it later and do something fun."
"How about, we study for an hour and then you could choose any game that you want to play, I have 278 games that you can choose from."
"Oh my god, 278?" You asked with wide eyes and he nodded his head. "Wow you are a nerd."
"Guilty."
You agreed with his deal and he also promised to treat you with food after the study session.
You have to admit that studying was fun with Jungkook. His concepts were so clear that he made them sound very easy to you and by the end of the hour you were proud that you finally learned something today.
"Wow that was very easy, I have no idea how that man makes all of this sound so fucking boring. You know what you should be a lecturer."
"You think so?"
"Actually no, that is a very bad idea. Nobody will listen to a single thing that you say"
"Why?"
"They will be too busy looking at that pretty face." You said in all seriousness and he started blushing again.
"Okay so you wanna play FIFA?"
*******
"Wow you are smiling, A LOT." Jimin said and gave you a side eye as you happily sipped on your matcha tea.
"I'm always smiling."
"You are, but today it looks like your face got stuck with a hanger inside."
"That's because I am happy?"
"Why? What did you smoke?"
"Nothing, can't I be happy sober."
"You can, but you are only this happy when you smoke good weed."
"Let's go its time for class." You said getting up from the couch and pulling Jimin up with you.
"Seriously what happened to you? You want to go to class again?"
"If you don't come, I'll go by myself." Your threat seemed to work on him as he rolled his eyes and started following.
"What did this Jungkook guy do to you? Did he make you join some geeks cult? Blink twice for yes." Jimin joked as both of you made your way to Mr. Aitken's hall.
"Why is it so hard to believe that I want to study and attend my classes?"
"Yeah right, you also want to bake a pie and become a housewife."
When you enter hall SF22 your eyes immediately started looking for Jungkook and they lit up as soon as they spotted him. He seemed to have noticed you as he patted at the empty seat beside him with a shy smile.
"Let's go, Chimmy."
"You want to sit in the front?"
"Yeah why not."
"Maybe its time for me to switch best friends."
"As anyone else would tolerate you beside me. Hi, Jungkook." You said as you sat down beside him at glared at Jimin when he didn't greet him.
"Hey man." Jungkook immediately nodded at him and return his greeting.
Jungkook wondered if anyone in this hall could figure out that you spent the entire night at his place and made out with him till the dawn. What if they found out though? Would they mock him? Would they say more awful things about you? He hated being the center of attention, especially if it was for negative reasons, but he would still prefer people to talk shit about him rather than you.
Jungkook also wonders if you had the same feeling of despair as he did when you left this morning. He questioned whether everything that was happening effected you the way it did him.
Although the sweet smile that you gave him was reassuring enough he couldn't help but think if you would become bored of him sooner or later.
You on the other hand could practically see the wheels in his head turning around and he once again looked shy and nervous. What happened to the Jungkook you saw last night? the Jungkook that was confident enough to ask you to teach him how to make you cum.
"You okay?" You asked and before he nodded with another smile. You took his hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.
The lecture went by neither of you saying anything, But you made sure to rub his thigh every now and then.
Once the lecture was over he didn't leave like he usually did but instead waited for you to get up first, you took him by surprise when you held out your hand for him. Jimin looked at you with a questioning look, he wouldn't say that you were not a PDA person but he has never seen you hold hands with some beside him and maybe Yoongi when you guys were together.
"I'll meet you at the cafe, Jiminie." You told your best friend giving him a side hug which he gladly returned and left with your hands in Jungkook's. He was happy for you, yes a little jealous that he had to now share his time with you with some other guy but if you were happy he wanted nothing more than that.
"Where are we going?" You asked swinging your joined hands back and forth.
"The library."
You complained a bit, but you happily went along with him. It didnât matter where he went; youâd probably follow him even to the dumpster. You couldnât quite explain this overwhelming desire to spend all your time with himâit had never happened to you before, not even with Yoongi. You usually needed your personal space, but with Jungkook, it felt different; he was your personal space.
The library was much quieter than usual for a Friday morning. Only a few people lingered among the shelves and chairs, and they seemed indifferent to both of you, allowing Jungkook to exhale in relief.
He was about to sit on his usual spot but you dragged him farther inside the liberary.
"I know a spot," you said, noticing the questioning look on his face as you led him to the library's unexplored section. The books were coated in dust, suggesting that no one had been here in agesâperhaps because Celtic mythology was considered a forgotten topic. Jungkook had never seen this part of the library before, and you only came here to make out in peace.
"What is this section."
"Celtic Mythology and that is paleontology, nobody comes here. Ever."
"Why?"
"I don't know, probably because nobody reads them anymore."
"That's sad. These books must have been lonely for years," he said, his voice tinged with sadness as he traced his fingers along the spine of a book. He looked as pure as the first rays of morning sunlight. It was endearing how much he cared, even for the forgotten books.
"Why are we here?" he asked, his innocence making you want to tuck him away in your pocket and shield him from the world.
"I wanted to kiss you." You were blunt like always, taking his breath away from his lungs.
"You do?"
"Umhmm, don't you?"
"I do. Very much."
"Then what's stopping you? Kiss me."
"What if- what if someone walks in?"
"Nobody comes here, trust me. I'm pretty sure half of these people don't even know the existence of this section," You said pulling him closer to you. "So... You can do whatever you like, baby. Nobody would know." Your words were enough reassurance for him. He cupped your face with both of his hands and pulled you in for a sweet and short kiss.
"Can I... can I touch you here?" He questions, fingers hovering over your covered pussy and you nodded in excitement.
His hands were shaky as they slid under your skirt and caressed your wetness through your panties. His touch was so soft yet it sent a lightning inside your body making you shiver and almost lose your balance. If it wasn't for his other hand holding your waist you would have fell down.
You held his hand and guided it inside your panty. You became so wet in just a few seconds. Jungkook was eager so he did what he craved for, dipped two fingers in your arousal and pulled them out to suck on them. The site almost made you come right there.
You tasted delicious to him, just like how he imagined all those times he did the unholy while thinking of you. It was the perfect mixture of salty and sweet
You grabbed his neck and pulled him in an eager kiss. Lips clashing away at each other like it was a battle. His hand went back inside your underwear and wasted no time before pushing in two fingers. His thumb played your clit like a guitar.
You whimpered against his lips as his other hand went inside your crop top and squeezed you like a lemon. The more he tasted your cherry lip gloss the more he craved for it.
"Jung-... baby, I'm gonna cum." You warned him and he rubbed you even even faster. His two fingers buried so deep inside you that he could stroke your walls.
As you came down from your high your fingers started to immediately work on the buttons of his jeans.
Your mouth was watering at the thought of his cock. You wanted a taste again.
"__, somebody's gonna walk in." He said as you quickly pushed him against the bookshelf and pulled down his zipper.
"Shh... if you don't make any nose, nobody would know." You murmured against his lips that were now shining with your pink lip gloss. You slowly started pumping his cock that was now hard and hot against your hand. "Do you want me to make you cum?" He hesitantly nodded and you happily sunk down on your knees to take him in your mouth.
When your warm wet lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Jungkook realized how hard it was going to be to stay silent.
*******
Spending the night in Jungkook's room has almost became a daily occurrence to you. It has been exactly three weeks since you first gave him the best orgasm of his life.
It was now like a daily schedule that you would go to his place after college and hang out with him, sometimes it would end in you on your knees, showing him the gates of heaven and sometimes it would end innocently with the two of you cuddling and talking about anything and everything.
You have not taken the next step yet, it wasn't that he never asked you to, you just wanted him to be completely sure before doing that.
There was one more thing, you were scared. Scared to take the next step with him. What if after you have sex with him you become bored. You know you like him too much but still, you were scared to break his heart. He was too innocent for that, you can never live with yourself if you ever made him sad.
Right now you were sitting on his bed with a gaming console in your hand whining at the fact that Jungkook would let you win.
It wasn't that you were bad at playing video games, it was that Jungkook was too good, you watched at the boy with a pout as he defeated your team for the third time in a row.
"Oh my god, what are you not good at?"
"I'm going easy on you."
"Such a show off." You said, playfully rolling your eyes.
"Let's play a game that you are good at."
"Ummm... Lets play Tekken."
"Ok." He obliged before putting on the game that you demanded. "What does winner gets?" He asked and you raised your eyebrow.
"Whatever they want."
"Whatever?"
"Whatever."
"I was gonna let you win but not anymore."
"Nooo, don't be mean, go easy on me."
"You ready?" He asked and you nodded, eyes squinting at focus as you looked at the TV screen. Jungkook felt a strange kind of serenity when he looked at you. Nobody ever has been so quick to tear down his walls. You not only tore down his wall but also made a home inside.
Nobody knows you, not really. They wouldn't say those things if they did. You were sweet, kind, beautiful inside out. You were mot even a single thing that people described you to be. Quite the opposite.
"Oh my god you lost!" You exclaimed all of a sudden pulling him out of the train of his thoughts. "Oh my god, I can't believe I won, I Won."
You got up from the bed and started jumping around, if an outsider looked they would think you won a lottery and not just a video game.
"Wait, did you let me win?" You stopped jumping and stood in front of him with a not-so-threatening pout.
"What? No. I would never, you are just so good at it."
"Of course, I am." You mockingly brushed of your shoulders and Jungkook decided right there that he was in love with you. Maybe it was too soon, maybe you wouldn't reciprocate it but he was utterly and madly in love with you. And he doesn't care if you don't love him back, he would love enough for the both of you.
"Ok now what do I get?" He would honestly give you both his kidneys if you asked but you didn't. "I want you to give me piggy back ride tomorrow between all my classes." Your choice of demand made him laugh.
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"Huh, i thought you would ask for my PlayStation."
"Oh my god, I could have right? I want to change my wish."
"No, no take backs."
*******
Jungkook's roommate left town for a while so you decided to take advantage of it and make dinner for the two of you. Jungkook helped you with chopping all the veggies.
"Are you sure this is how it supposed to look."
"Are you calling my shrimps ugly?"
The poor little animals have become a little black inside the frying pan but you were sure they would taste good.
"No, not ugly, they just don't look..."
"What? Edible? Fine, I'm gonna eat it all by myself, don't come begging for a piece if it tastes heavenly." You were so confident in your creation that it reminded him of that night when you made him that 'special cocktail' that tasted like piss but he didn't have the heart to tell you that.
You don't remember the last time you hung out with someone this long that too without any alcohol or weed, and yet it was the most fun you had in a while. Jungkook made you feel emotions you thought you had lost touch with. Even with Yoongi, you had never experienced this kind of pure bliss. He made you feel whole, like you didnât need drugs or sex to fill any emptiness. With Jungkook, thereâs no pressure to uphold a certain image or look flawless. You can simply be yourself, and itâs enough to make you feel truly happy.
As you served the forbidden looking dish on both of the plates he pulled out his phone to snap a picture. You couldn't help but smile, striking a playful pose for the camera. The photos turned out greatâyou looked flawless. The shrimp, however, was undeniably inedible. But of course, heâd never admit that.
You spat out the content of your mouth into the dustbin.
"Oh my god. EW. Stop eating it. Its so salty i feel like i gulped acid."
"I think it tastes fine." Jungkook said chewing the burnt fish.
"Spit it out."
In the end, you decided to order pizza, and despite your insistence, Jungkook insisted on paying for it. You both settled on his bed, enjoying the pizza while watching a new anime he had introduced you to.
Despite the screen in front of you flashing with gore and violence, youâd never felt as at peace as you did in that moment. With your stomach full and your head resting on his warm, bare chest, his fingers gently weaving through your hair, everything felt perfectly calm.
"Jungkook?" You asked, your voice laced with curiosity.
"Hmm?"
"Why were you so scared of me before?" Your question made him pause, now that he think of it he doesn't seem to know the answer. Sure he still remembers all those horrible things he heard and regrettably believed about you but he doesn't know why he used to be so scared of this sweetest girl he has ever met that he couldn't even form a sentence without stuttering. You have never personally been mean to Jungkook nor has he ever seen you do anything remotely as horrible as people say.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"You were so pretty, and so far out of my league that maybe I thought it was a sin to just be in the same vicinity as you." His answer made you burst out laughing.
"What? Do you still believe that?"
"Do I believe that you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen? Yes."
"No do you still believe that I am out of your league and it is a sin to be with me?"
"Yes, if anyone in college finds out I'm cuddling with the __ __ they would sacrifice me."
"Stop joking, I'm serious. You can't think that I am out of your league or something."
"You are though."
"I am NOT."
"You could literally have any guy that you point your finger at."
"And here I am, laying in your bed, begging to suck your cock every other night." Your words made him twitch inside his boxers. "You are gorgeous, smart, funny and you make me feel so good, you can't possibly think that I am out of your league."
"You know, I used to... I used to think that you were asking me out to make fun of me." His confession made you laugh again.
"What? Really?"
"I mean... there was you and then there was me. I never thought I was your type. And I never really heard good things about you either"
"My god, people really think I'm the devil don't they?"
"Who cares what they think?"
"Hmm... What else did you hear about me?"
"Nothing that matters, what matters is who you really are. And you are the kindest and sweetest person ever and you give really good head." You burst out laughing again.
"Oh my god, you heard that as well?"
"Everyone did."
"Wow, I'm glad that we put that out of question."
The anime playing on the screen was long forgotten. The boy laying in your arms was far more interesting. You stared into each other's eyes for how long you don't really know, you know you can stare into them so much more longer.
*******
Making out with Jungkook felt like an habit now. You were currently laying under him in nothing but your underwear while the anime still plays in the background on mute.
No matter how many times you kiss him you can never not be surprised by how sweet his lips taste, just like him. His hands, gentle yet strong, groped every inch of your body like he was holding onto his life.
Jungkook pulled away from your lips, looking down at your body and a sudden fire burst through him. You were so beautiful that he couldn't get over the fact that you were under him. He must have done some really great work in his past life and he was now getting rewarded for it.
"What happed baby boy?" You ask pulling him out of his train of thougts.
"I want to please you."
"You are pleasing me."
"No... like you do it for me. I want to... I want to use my mouth." You smirked, it was always so cute when he stuttered.
"I don't understand, be more clear baby." You certainly do understand but it was so much fun teasing him.
"God, I want to eat you out, __. Can I?" Your words got lost in your throat so you nodded your head in affirmation.
Jungkook started kissing a very slow trail down your body make you almost die from anticipation. When his mouth finally came in contact with your bundle of nerves, your whole body started shivering.
"Oh god baby, that's right." His hand took yours and put it in his hair as if telling you to guide him. "Use your tongue." And like ever so obedient, he did.
His tongue was warm and even though it was his first time it felt very skillful. His tongue, licked up your juices in big and wide strokes. Pouty lips sucking in your clit every now and then.
"Now put a finger inside, baby." he followed your instruction almost immediately. Long thick finger sinking in your heat while his tongue licked you.
His other free hand went up to grab at your breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh and occasionally twisting your nipples.
With a last few rhythmic strokes of his tongue and finger you were cumming.
"I'm cumming, baby boy." Your words sounded like reward to his ears. His tongue out and mouth was open, ready to drink in everything that you were about to offer.
You have never squirted in your life and this boy who looks like, he has never even seen a pussy in his life just made you squirt in like 5 minutes. You wonder what more talents were he hiding.
"Come here, baby. I want you inside me." You said pulling him by his arms, closer to you. He was already so hard that your word made him feel like he was going to pop a vessel on his dick.
You changed your position and now he was under you while you pulled out a condom from your purse and rolled it on his cock without wasting another minute.
This scene in front of Jungkook was a little too familiar, he has dreamt of this exact moment only every other night ever since you started talking to him.
Your hands guiding his to your chest and you slowly sunk down on him, your warm pussy fitted his cock like a glove. Like they were made for each other. A loud whine left Jungkook's lips as soon as you settled on his dick.
"I've dreamt of this so many times." His arousal has turned off all his filters, his confession made you smirk.
"You did? SO naughty. And you dare to act like you are the most innocent guy on this planet."
"It was because of you, you make me think all those lewd things."
"Oh yeah? Did you touch yourself after waking up?" You asked as you slowly started jumping up and down in a perfect rhythm and his words got caught in his throat. "tell me, baby. Did you?"
"Yesss... Aghh fuckkk.. Everytime."
"Mhmm. God you feel so good. Was your hand as good as my pussy?"
"No, Noth-- Ahh.. Nothing compares to this. Your pussy is so good." He cried out in pleasure as both of your rode close to your orgasms.
"Tell me, baby. What else did you dream about?"
"I- I dreamt... About you riding my face."
"You would like that wouldn't you?"
"Please... I love your pussy so much."
"Rub my clit, Jungkook." Jungkook did as told and started rubbing your clit with his thumb.
"I'm about to cum." He cried out.
"Me too baby, just hold for a few seconds."
After a few more seconds of riding his heavenly dick you both were finally coming down from your high. Lips finding each others as soon as you were done. Your bodies seemed to have calmed down as you gave each other slow and deep kisses.
"Wow, that... That was the best sex I've ever had. And I'm not just saying it, Jungkook." Jungkook's face turned pink at the compliment. Honestly he never thought he would last this long if he ever had the chance to have sex with you. "Did you like it as well?" He was shy again all of a sudden.
"Yes. I would... I would like to do it again."
"Me too, baby me too, but lets get some sleep right now."
After you you both cleaned up and jumped into his bed, you realized how tired you became. Your eyes closed as soon as your head rested on his chest.
Once your breath turned even and you fell asleep, or Jungkook thought you fell asleep he pressed his lips against your forehead and gave you a kiss. A kiss that was a lot more meaningful then any kiss on the lips.
"I love you." He whispered, thinking you were fast asleep but you heard it. You heard as his breath became even as well and he fell deep into sleep.
For once you don't feel like you have to leave. You don't feel like you are out of place and you don't feel like you are incapable of love.
For once you don't want to get up in the morning and sneak out before he's awake, instead you want to stay over, you want to have breakfast with him. You want to sit on his counter as he cooks and you want to hear him say he loves you again.
Maybe you wouldn't say it back right now if he said it when you were awake but you like to believe that one day, very soon, you will also whisper it to him as he falls asleep.
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Sebastian was so happy that William was now here too. He got a kiss, then William sat down next to him, held his hand. He told him right away about all the things he did before coming here and the reason why he was late. Sebastian understood of course â the fact that William even came to visit today despite being busy himself was already more than enough.
âThank you so much, love. Surely by the time Iâm back home Snowflake will love you just as muchâ, he grinned, âAnd please, donât worry about any stupid speeding tickets, reallyâ, that was so not important right now anyway. Sebastian was was more curious about what their friends said, because clearly it was them that William spoke to today. Grandma Lillian listened attentively as well â so far she could already tell William was a very pleasant, friendly and endeavored young man and she could tell he cared for Sebastian a lot.
âIâmâŚfine I guessâ, Sebastian answered Williamâs question first, âI mean, honestly? Dr Cole said during her ward round in the morning that everything looks fine. ButâŚstill, all feels sore and uncomfortable, I guess thatâs normal but itâs annoying. Iâm still on that pain meds IV of course but they donât want to give me too much too often, so the wound generally just hurts all day. I canât leave the bed, I canât eat solid food, itâs reallyâŚokay. Not more and not lessâ, he sighed, kind of defeated and yet he still showed William a smile, âButâŚI donât want to complain too much. I feel way better now that you are hereâ.
Well, Sebastian never cared if he was particularly cheesy in front of others â it wasnât like his grandma didnât know him. She found it amusing and also quite endearing.
âBut now tell me. You told the others, right? WhatâŚwhat did they say? AndâŚhow was your day anyway? Tell me everythingâ.
For I have sinned...
The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes.Â
William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principalâs voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times.Â
âAnd lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that Iâve been concerned we wonât be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.â the principal spoke. âBut Mr⌠Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes⌠about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?âÂ
William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.
âFather William! Excellent!â the principal exclaimed. âJust donât be late, the train arrives at noon.â
âTrainâŚ?â William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing somethingâŚ
***
Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didnât refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?
So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.
After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.
The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them.Â
He was in for a bit surprise.
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The Best Laid Plans
Sleepy King Master Post (for my contributions anyway)
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âIâm driving,â Jazz announced, snatching the keys from her dad as they all walked to where the GAV was parked on the city hallâs lawn.
âYoung lady,â Mom started to scold.
âI only have a limited amount of time to drive with supervision before Iâm off to college and driving all by myself.â Jazz gave her parents the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster.
âAnd I am more than happy to be that supervision,â Vlad said as he reached for the front passenger seat.
Danny quickly jumped into the back seat, as far away from Vlad as he could get. Jazz adjusted the seat and mirrors while she waited for her parents to get in. Then she looked Danny in the eye through the rear view mirror, âThe engine doesnât start until every last person is buckled in.â
âCâmon, Jazz! Even if your grandma driving somehow got us into a car accident we both know Iâd be fine.â
âIâm not repeating myself.â
Danny grumbled as he buckled himself in, Jazz kept her smirk to a minimum as she started the car. While she drove them to Vladâs home she half listened to her parents explain the situation to him, the other half of her attention being spent watching the cars on the road around her swerve and nearly crash around her. She pulled up to a red light next to another car, the passenger staring up at her dumbfounded. Jazz smiled and waved.
âSo youâre telling me Daniel is now the Ghost King,â Vlad asked as they pulled up to his mansion.
âThatâs what it looks like,â Dad agreed boisterously. âRight now it seems like a meaningless title, but weâre worried about him getting randomly summoned by those darn occultists!â
âA bunch of fanatics with ludicrous ideas,â Mom said with a sniff. âIâd hate to think what theyâd try to do to Danny if it ever happens again.â
There was a pause as they all got out of the GAV, then walked into Vladâs mansion together.
âThat doesn't explain why you're here. Shouldn't you be in school, young lady?â
âApparently it's school policy to send siblings home in these kinds of situations.â And Jazz was so thankful for that!
âAnd Danielle?â
âShe doesnât go to our school, now does she?â
Vlad nodded along before turning his attention fully on Mom. âIâm guessing you have a plan?â
âOf course,â Mom replied without another thought. âSince weâre pretty sure the title is attached to the crown, weâre going to destroy it and hope it destroys the Ghost King title.â
Vlad stopped in his tracks, âYouâll what?â
Dad patted Vlad on the shoulder consolingly, âI know, Iâm sure Danny would be a good king too, but heâs adamant he doesnât want to. And the risk of a bunch of wacko cultists kidnapping him is just too big.â
âItâs not like you want me to be king anyway,â Danny added with a smirk.
âWell⌠Little Badger, youâre so young!â Vlad blurted out.
âAnd itâs weird, youâve had the crown for over a year now, but Iâve never seen you use it.â
Vlad sighed deeply, âIâve tried, but it just doesnât do anything.â
Danny just nodded, âSo if it doesnât work anyway isnât it better if no one can?â
Vlad side eyed Danny before shrugging, âYou do have a point. I shall go retrieve the crown, one moment.â He turned and left the sitting room heâd led them to.
The Fentons all sat down on various pieces of furniture. Their parents shared a couch, sitting as close together as possible, while Jazz and Danny each sat in a chair of their own. Danny sighed and slouched in his seat.
âDanny, have you let Sam and Tucker know what's going on yet?â Jazz asked. It seemed the easiest way to distract him while they waited.
âYeah, kinda. I told them I was home safe and would explain everything after school.â
Jazz nodded, that seemed the safest.
âThey promised to bring me my homework,â Danny added with a groan. âIt's so unfair! I got kidnapped, shouldn't I get- oh shit!â Danny practically threw himself out of his chair.
âLanguage,â Mom chided.
âDon't sneak up on me like that!â Danny whined as he picked himself up off the floor. Then he froze, eyes glaring at seemingly empty space. âHow did you sneak up on me? You didn't activate my ghost sense at all.â
Danny waited, presumably a ghost they couldn't see was responding. Jazz had learned from the Youngblood incident, she quietly pulled out a collapsed boo-staff from her purse.
âYou don't know who I am?â
âŚ
âWell yes, but ghosts don't usually call me that.â
âŚ
âHow about you tell me your name first?â After another pause he burst into laughter. âAre you for real?â
âDanny, is it Youngblood?â
âHuh?â Danny looked to Jazz, then back to the open space. He gestured, âYou can't see him?â
Jazz and their parents shook their heads.
Vlad came back into the room holding a cardboard box, knocking a thin layer of dust from the top. âHere it is!â He looked up and frowned. âWho are you, and why are you in my home?â
Everyone paused for the response.
âHe didn't set off my ghost sense,â Danny added, he turned back to the empty space, âAre you even a ghost?â
A window burst, shattering into many flying shards under Batmanâs combat boots. Jazz instinctively covered her face and shrieked. By the time she looked up the blond man in a trenchcoat from earlier was climbing through the shattered window while muttering to himself.
âWas that really necessary?!â Vlad yelled angrily.
The blond man pointed at Danny and said something, dazzling light flew from his finger to hit Danny, leaving him standing there braced for impact but looking fine.
Mom squawked, âWhat'd you do?!â
âDanno! Are you okay?â Dad rushed over to check Danny over.
âI think I'm okay?â Danny said shakily as he straightened up from his protective curl to look himself over.
There was a familiar burning crown floating over his head.
âHuh,â the blond man said, âthat was supposed to reveal your true form.â
âCongrats, this is my true form,â Danny said with an eye roll.
âDanny, above your head,â Jazz said carefully. Unfortunately that got everyone's attention, far more than Wonder Woman slipping into the room.
Danny looked up, âWhat? Where?â
âNo Danny, it's the crown,â Mom supplied, coming over to stand next to him while glaring at the heroes and their pet wizard. (That was unkind, Jazz shouldn't think such things.)
Dany reached up and felt around until he found the crown, then pulled it down to look at. âOkay, crown retrieved.â
âWe may have a problem,â Vlad said as he pulled an identical crown from his cardboard box.
âWhat.â Danny looked back and forth between the crown in his hand and the one in Vlad's. âWhy are there two?â Danny turned to the pet wizard, âWhat did you do?!â
âI didn't do anything, that was purely an identification spell, it can't duplicate things!â
âWell clearly you did something wrong,â Mom said while glaring at the pet wizard.
Jazz extended the boo-staff and came to stand slightly in front of Danny, these guys may have powers but Jazz had helped fight bigger, badder beings.
Vlad started to step backwards, back towards the hallway.
âOh no you donât!â Danny let go of his crown as he ran over to grab the crown Vlad was still holding, it quickly turned into a tug of war.
âVladdie? What are you doing?â Dad asked in confusion.
âYou donât need two crowns, and since this one was already in my possessionâŚâ
âAbsolutely not, you fruitloop!â
âDanny!â Mom and Dad both chided.
The Justice Leaguers had all gathered together and were just watching, seeming unsure what to do after all their silly dramatics.
Vlad glowered down at Dannyâs hands on the crown, then his eyes widened. He switched to trying to grab Dannyâs hand.
Danny looked down, his own eyes widened as he curled his hand into a fist. âIs that the Ring of Rage?! What the hell, that should still be on Pariahâs finger!â Danny looked at the pet wizard in horror, âWhat. Did. You. Do?!â
âDanny, Vlad, stop it both of you!â Mom moved over to the two and tried to separate them, Dad joined her and was doing his best to cajole them both into backing down. For her part Jazz kept her eyes on the intruders while the rest of her family and Vlad squabbled.
âAlright, thatâs enough,â the pet wizard said grumpily before raising his voice. âShut up!â
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Part 11: Free Fall
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10
How many nights did you wish someone would stay? (Lie awake only hoping they're okay?)
(In which an angst writer makes her comeback in more ways than one)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Fluff if you squint?
Words: 8.0K
TW: Swearing (that's probably it?)
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 Y'all are the sweetest people ever for being so patient with me but it's finally here! I'm hoping that I don't put y'all through this again but it is almost finals season so...fingers crossed. While you read this chapter, I'd like y'all to keep in mind how much you love me and how much y'all wanted a new chapter and of course my favorite phrase: for the plot! I tried to edit but I hate reading my own work back and so it's not as thorough as it should be and there's probably typos so lemme know. As always, let me know what you liked, what you didn't and what you'd like to see next. Have a lovely week my angels!
May 2025Â
Itâs her first ever WNBA game -Dallas Wings vs Washington Mystics- and the first thing Paige notices as she steps onto the court is that the two courtside seats right by the Mystics bench are empty. The sound of music streaming through the speakers clashes against the raucous crowds; the lights are dimmed and thereâs a riveting thrum of energy swirling the arena in anticipation for a generational talentâs professional debut. Paige has spent the days leading up to her first game immersed in basketball. Since training camps, she hasnât let herself think of anything except how to make sure the ball went through the hoops, how to make sure the person in front of her didnât score, how to win.Â
Itâs easier that way. Because then she doesnât have to think about how empty and cold her bed feels at night, doesnât have to think about how much she craves to press call on a number she knows she should have blocked, doesnât have to think about how the pieces of her shattered world are barely bound together by a tape of pretend. Paige canât think of any of that and so sheâs spent every second awake, clearing her head of all potential distractions and focusing on preparing for this moment.Â
Except, the moment is here now.Â
And all Paige can fixate on is the empty courtside seats.Â
The memories come back to her in waves; the two of them in those seats, pressed together -as close as it could be acceptable for their façade of best friends to be- as they weaved dreams of it being their turn on the professional stage. If she listens closely, Paige swears that amidst the chaos, she can still hear the echo of a promise that had once been made casually in conversation.Â
âWhen you play here for the first time, Iâll be right here cheering you on. Every single time.â
Another broken promise.Â
The truth is that the last few weeks as much as itâs felt like Paige is walking on a carpet of roses, there have been countless sharp thorns woven through the petals. Sheâs tried to avoid them -focusing on what she had, instead of what sheâd lost- but theyâd found a way to perforate through her skin anyways. And Paige knows sheâs bleeding but she canât scream, so she swallows the pain away instead. Memories of the past are piercing her feet and it feels like sheâs leaving a trail of it feels incomplete without you behind her as she navigates the journey through her present, stepping towards a future that would be nothing like the one sheâd imagined when sheâd been a naive girl sitting in those courtside seats.Â
The courtside seats that are empty tonight.Â
Really itâs exactly what she shouldâve expected. And thereâs something so final about this moment, like the last flicker of a candle that had burned in secret. Paige hadnât even realized she was still holding out for something but as she drags her eyes away from the seats and towards her father and brother who are practically vibrating with pride, she can feel the tautness of the string that sheâd held onto. Because she hasn't told them; hasnât told anybody about the breakup.Â
Something about vocalizing it had felt just a little too real and Paige had evaded any potential situation that would warrant her having to reveal the tirth. But it hits her now, looking at those damn empty seats that should've been -in another life wouldâve been- filled by her other family, that the words sheâd been too scared to say out loud -for fear of them being enshrined into reality- had already probably been spoken into existence by someone else. And it hits Paige now, that maybe sheâs desperately holding onto a rope that has already been let go of.Â
âYou good Bueckers?â she whirls around to find Arike looking at her, eyebrows raised in concern.Â
âIâm fine,â Paige lies; sheâs gotten so incredibly good at that, âjust thinking a lot of thoughts.â
Arike nods in understanding, âfair enough. But you got this dude,â she reaches out a hand to squeeze her rookieâs shoulder, âwhatever youâre thinking, when you get on that court, none of itâs gonna matter. All that matters for 40 minutes is the game and that we come out of it with a win. You gonna help us win Paige?â
âThatâs the fucking plan,â Paige smirks, earning her a matching one from Arike before the shooting guard saunters onto the court, ready for tip-off.
All that matters is the game.Â
Paige sucks in a deep breath, letting herself look over at the courtside seats one more time. This is her reality now. Thereâs no point in waiting for a regretful phone call or a surprise midnight knock on her door because itâs not going to happen. She feels a sense of hollowed acceptance as she finally turns away from the seats, plastering on a confident smile as she takes her place in the Dallas Wings starting five. And Paige is faced with the same truth that sheâd learned at a far too young age; that people would leave her but the game never would.Â
***
Dallas wins the game by 17 points. Paigeâs statline is 21 points, 6 rebounds and 8 assists with 2 steals and a block. Itâs a respectable statement from the rookie and her teammates are overjoyed. Sheâs surrounded by them as they celebrate winning their first game of the season and thereâs a sense of hopeful excitement about how the rest of the season could go. Her eyes go over the top of them to find the cute Dallas local reporter that Paige had befriended shooting her a congratulatory wink and she blushes a little bit, looking away bashfully. In the distance, Paige can make out a small crowd of people decked in custom Wings #5 jersey, whistling in excitement. Despite the home fans, their celebration still echoes around the stadium and the loudest cheer comes from her brother who stands next to her father, both of them beaming with pride. And Itâs almost enough to prevent her eyes from wandering back to the empty courtside seats. Almost.Â
***
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. With the quick transition from the college season into the draft, Paige hadnât had found time to go home inbetween. And so when the Wings had been making hotel arrangements for DC, sheâd opted to stay with her dad and Drew in Maryland instead. But as she stands in the doorway to her bedroom, staring at a wall filled with pictures that are an ode to the past - collages that are practically a shrine to her broken relationship- Paige finds herself longing for the cold, unfeeling exterior of a foreign hotel room.Â
Paigeâs life can be split into two parts. Thereâs the Before Azzi and then thereâs the With Azzi. And the truth is that there isnât much from the Before Azzi left in Paigeâs life. Every inch of her current life has been touched by the brunette, illuminated by her presence and now, itâs tainted by her absence. Especially in Maryland. Since sheâd met the Virginia native, the DMV area had always been synonymous with the Fudds for Paige and she canât remember a time when sheâd been here -when sheâd been in this bedroom- and not had plans to see them- to see Azzi.Â
She takes a hesitant step inside, eyes gliding over each photograph and itâs like sheâs being transported through time. The memories are as vivid as ever, bursting with color as they ellipse her mind. Paige can picture every moment like sheâd lived it yesterday. She can still hear their laughter echoing through the air, can feel the softness of their hands -their bodies- brushing against each other, can still taste the lingering sweetness of their lips meeting halfway as they breathed silent promises against each otherâs skin.Â
A silent sob wracks through Paigeâs body as she brushes her fingers over the most recent image of them from December -the last photograph sheâd had time to print out. Itâs one that Drew had taken of them in the kitchen- Paige propped up on the counter and Azzi in between her legs, one hand on the counter with the other resting right against Paigeâs heart. Neither of them had even noticed the little boy, too wrapped up in each other; they were in their own world like they often had been. Azziâs head is thrown back in laughter -probably at some ridiculous joke her girlfriend had cracked- and Paige has that goofy - just for Azzi- grin on her face as she gazes at the brunette with nothing but adoration.Â
The picture is from barely six months ago but they look so young to Paige, so innocent, so naive, so fucking happy, so completely unaware that in a couple of months, one hesitantly spoken word would dissolve that happiness into a puddle of rubble.Â
No.Â
She thinks that one simple word is destined to echo through her ears, like that unpleasant screech of nails scratching against a chalkboard, for as long as she still has the ability to hear. Paige hadnât even really heard it at first; it had been said so softly, so quietly, so brokenly and sheâd barely seen Azziâs lips move. For the briefest moment sheâd tricked her mind into believing it was just the sound of the wind around them. But then there it was again.Â
Louder.Â
Stronger.Â
No.
Paigeâs hands instinctively clasp around her ears, fingers tangling tightly through her blond hair, because she can still fucking hear it. Here in this bedroom, where every corner still holds a little part of Azzi -holds a little part of them- the sting of rejection is louder than itâs been since it had first hit. Because itâs not just the pictures. Itâs all the little pieces of them theyâd left scattered over Christmas break, thinking theyâd come back to it together.
 Itâs a set of Azziâs earrings -one Paige vaguely remembers picking out for her when theyâd gone shopping a couple of weeks before- placed delicately on Paigeâs dresser. Itâs the pink sweater -that neither of them are sure who it originally belongs to but like most of their clothes, is basically a shared item at this point- haphazardly thrown over a chair. Itâs that stupid book theyâd started reading together -Paige lying across her girlfriendâs lap, toying with her curls as Azzi read the story out loud- still lying on the nightstand, waiting to be finished.Â
Despite being alone in her room, Paige finds herself rapidly shaking her head. Because she canât do this. Canât spend a night in this room that had barely ever been just hers, had always felt more like theirs. She canât sleep on that bed, no when her last memory of it is being tangled in the sheets with Azzi on a cold wintry morning, their legs intertwined with each other as theyâd giggled to themselves in between languid lazy kisses. And maybe itâs pathetic of her but she canât find it in herself to unmake the bed, not when her last memory of the two of them in this room is her leaning against the wall, shamelessly checking out her girlfriend as Azzi neatly made the bed, chiding Paige for the nth time on the importance of tidiness.Â
âWhen are you gonna learn how to make your bed,â Azzi had sighed.Â
Grinning, Paige had wrapped her arms around her girlfriend from behind, slotting her face into the crevice of Azziâs neck and brushing her lips against the patch of skin, âI know how to make my bed. I just never have to because Iâll always have you to do it for me.â
Except for the last few weeks, Paige has had to make her own bed and she fucking hates it.Â
Breathing sharply, Paige slowly backs out of her bedroom, gently pulling the door shut. She leans her forehead against the cool mahogany frame, trying to calm herself down. Thereâs been a nonstop dull ache in her chest since that night but tonight feels different, like the cold hands of the past have managed to dig under her ribcage and squeeze her heart -something sharp digging into her arteries- so hard that it hurts just to exist. Paige gives herself a couple more seconds, creating half-moons as she digs her nails into her palms, before she finally pulls away from the door, heading towards her brotherâs room down the hall.Â
âYou know you really should start knocking before you come into my room,â Drew says with a mock annoyance thatâs betrayed by his large grin, as Paige slips into his room, âIâm almost a teenager.â
Despite the heaviness thatâs still lingering between her lungs, Paige suddenly finds it a lot easier to breathe. Her little brotherâs bedroom is dark, save for red LED lights and dim glow of the TV. Drew is reclined on his bed, gripping a white gaming controller between his hands.Â
âYouâre always gonna be a baby to me Drewski,â she teases, stepping towards him to ruffle his hair, laughing when he ducks her hand and shoots her an irritated glare in response.Â
âNot the hair,â he whines and then groans as his eyes flicker back to the screen, towards the game he'd been playing, âdamnit Paigey you just got me killed.â
âHey hey hey, donât blame me for your incompetence,â Paige chides.Â
Drew rolls his eyes, before reaching over to hand over the other controller, âyou wanna play?â
Paige shakes her head, gently pushing his hand away, ânah I just-â she chews at her bottom lip, shuffling her feet with uncharacteristic nervousness, âI was just uh- just wondering if I could stay in here tonight? We could have a sleepover? Like old times? Just you and me.â
Itâs heartwarming the way her little botherâs eyes light up -like heâs still the little boy that used to fit perfectly in Paigeâs arms, not almost a teenager whoâll eventually be taller than her- as he nods excitedly, scooching over to give his older sister space on his bed. Paige crawls gingerly onto the bed, hesitating for a second, before she lays her head on her brotherâs lap, curling into herself. Drew is warm and inviting and familiar and for a second she almost forgets that serrated pain shooting through her nerves. But then it all comes rushing back and Paige has to swallow harshly to keep herself from giving into the fresh new set of tears that are re-emerging on her waterline.Â
âPaigey,â Drew whispers softly as he runs his finger through her delicate blonde hair, clearly sensing somethingâs wrong, âare you okay?â
âIâm fine Drew,â she means to keep her voice strong but it comes out as broken as she feels.Â
âPaigey,â the little boyâs voice is more worried now, âshould I call Azzi?âÂ
This time the whimper escapes before Paige can stop it as she tightly closes her eyes. She knows her brother means well; know that Drew doesnât really remember Paige without Azzi- doesnât remember a time before his sister knew how to heal without the brunetteâs touch. Heâd watched Paige celebrate all her victories with Azzi and heâd seen the same hold his sister in all her tragedies, putting her back together every time she broke with promises of youâll have always have me. From the moment Drew was old enough to understand his sisterâs feelings, he was also perceptive enough to understand that Azzi was always what she needed, no matter how she was feeling. And itâs still true, Paige thinks; she wants nothing more than to say yes, wants nothing more than for Drew to call Azzi, so Paige can tell her how much she fucking misses her- how much she fucking needs her.Â
Perhaps it's pride or maybe itâs fear, but Paige doesnât say what she wants. Instead she vigorously shakes her head in her brotherâs lap, ân-no itâs fine. Iâm fine. Itâs late and Azziâs busy-â
âAzziâs never too busy for you,â Drew says indignantly, âIâm gonna call her.â
âDrew stop,â Paigeâs voice is much firmer this time as she wraps a strong arm around her little brotherâs knee, stopping him from moving, âweâre not calling Azzi.â
She could tell him now. After all, sheâs going to have to when he inevitably asks why he hasnât seen Azzi -why he hasnât seen the girl whoâs been a part of his life for more than half of it- in so long. But even though the words sit scratchily on the tip of her tongue, she still isnât quite ready to spit them out; isnât quite ready to confront reality.Â
âWhy not,â petulance coats Drewâs tone.Â
âBecause Iâm fine and I donât need- I donât want to talk to her,â Paige lies.Â
The little boy scoffs, âyou always want to talk to her.â
He doesnât know the way that simple sentence turns the cracked pieces of Paigeâs heart into dust as she tightens her grips on his leg, âDrew please- please just let it go.â
âWhy,â Drew argues stubbornly, âwhy canât we call her.â
âWe just-â Paigeâs voice breaks, as she scrambles to wipe her tears before they can wet her little brotherâs shirt, âwe just canât okay?â
And there must be something in her voice -the anguish that no amount of trying is able to hide- that Drew pieces together to understand that this isnât a battle he can win, no matter how much he and Paige might both want him to. The young boy slowly droops his body back to its reclining position, his fingers returning back to Paigeâs hair as he begins to stroke her head again.Â
âItâs gonna be okay Paigey,â he whispers with all the hopeful innocence of a blissfully naive little boy, âeverything gonna be okay.â
And god does Paige want to believe him. But the courtside seats were empty tonight. And sheâs in the DMV with no plans to see the Fudds- to see Azzi. And sheâll never know the ending to that stupid book on her bedside table.Â
She wants to believe Drew but Paige isnât sure how anythingâs ever going to be okay again.Â
***
May 2033Â
It should be a joyful moment -the three most important people in her life congregating together- but instead as Paige quietly observes the scene in her living room -Drew silently seething, Azzi fidgeting nervously with her thumbs and Stephie babbling away amidst it all- she feels suffocated by this heavy gray cloud of apprehension lingering above her head. If sheâs honest with herself, sheâs been on edge for a couple of days now, since training camp had begun to be precise. Since sheâd moved to the Bay Area, everything else in Paigeâs world had been eclipsed by Azzi and Stephie. The mother-daughter duo were all-consuming and if sheâs honest with herself, Paige had been more than happy to let her thoughts -and her heart- be consumed by nothing but the two of them.Â
It had been so easy to forget everything else and the tentative verbal three-way deal she technically had with the Valkyries and the Liberty had pretty much ceased to exist in her thoughts. That is until Angie Davis -the lynchpin in this agreement- had been selected, just as everyone had predicted, to the Valkyries. The Stanford PG had shown up to training camp with a shy smile and an eagerness to learn that all the rest of the vets on the team had warmly embraced. But all Paige saw in the girl was the ticking time bomb of a decision sheâd forgotten sheâd have to make. And it isnât just the reminder of the decision that has Paige feeling at unease; itâs why she has to make this decision in the first place, the reason behind why sheâd agreed to this deal in the first play, why sheâd been so adamant for Talia to make sure she didnât get stuck here.Â
Eight years ago, Azzi Fudd had broken her heart and Paige has spent every moment since, trying to collect the shattered pieces and reassemble them.Â
And the last thing Paige had wanted to do was give Azzi the hammer to smash her barely fixed heart again.Â
Thatâs what it had felt like when Talia had first brought up the Valkyries offer. It wasnât that she and Azzi hadnât been in each otherâs orbit the last couple of years -it was impossible not to- but since the breakup, theyâd never been around each other long enough, never quite been in the right situations, for that opportunity to present itself again. But Paige had known that if she came to the Valkyries, it would be an inevitability. That belief had only been strengthened the day sheâd visited the Bay Area. Sheâd been adamant from the second sheâd gotten on the flight that she couldnât be persuaded to join Golden State, no matter how much she respected the organization and how well sheâd fit into their system; no matter how much she adored the city and its love for her favorite sport.
But then sheâd met a little girl who had an identical smile to the one that had held her captive since she was fifteen and barely knew what love was. And if Stephie with her doe-eyed wisdom that Paige would look great in purple wasnât enough, then there was Azzi. Paige had expected Azzi to tell her to decline the offer. In a way thatâs what she wanted; the masochistic need to feel the sting of that rejection again so she wouldnât be tempted to burn herself in the fire again. But the brunette had done the opposite and Paige had known by just how quick her resolve had succumbed, that sheâd been right to fear the inevitability. And it was that fear that had prompted the verbal agreement with the Liberty; an escape plan sheâd forgotten sheâd devised.Â
Because escaping had been the last thing on Paigeâs mind the last few weeks.Â
All of Paigeâs fears and apprehension had seemed to take a backseat the moment Azzi had smiled -hesitant but real- and said she was ready to try, the moment Stephieâs tiny hands had fit perfectly into her own.Â
But she can feel it all coming back now, bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill over like lava, wiping out this paradise sheâs been in with Stephie and Azzi. It had started with the reminder of the Liberty deal but itâs Drewâs presence -his scowl directed at Azzi that feels like one of a brother still betrayed on his sisterâs behalf- that had heightened it. Her little brotherâs anger, and the genuine hurt that lingers behind it, feels like a dark reminder of Paigeâs own heartbreak.Â
Suddenly she feels like sheâs 23, playing her first WNBA game and instead of celebrating a solid debut, sheâs sobbing in her little brotherâs lap over the girl who had walked away.Â
âMiss Buecks,â Paige looks down to find Stephie crawling into her lap, âare we ready to order the pizza now?â
The little girlâs arms wrapping around her neck eases some of Paigeâs discomfort as she smiles down at Stephie.Â
âIâve been ready for ages. You were the one yapping away,â she teases.Â
Stephie pouts, âI donât yap,â she turns her body towards Azzi, âMama I donât yap do I?â
Azziâs own tense body seems to relax a little as she smirks at the two of them, âyou definitely yap Stephie-â
âMama,â Stephie protests, looking betrayed.Â
âBut not nearly as much as your Miss Buecks yaps,â Azziâs eyes twinkle with mirth as Paige splutters, jaw dropping open with mock offense, âbetween the two of you, itâs a miracle my poor ears havenât fallen off.â
âJust for that Iâm not adding veggies to the pizza,â Paige sticks her tongue out, causing Stephie to giggle and Azzi to roll her eyes at the display of immaturity.Â
Paige slips out her phone, pulling up their usual pizza place on doordash and quickly plugs in her memorized orders for everyone in the room as Stephie gets herself comfortable on the blondeâs lap. The five-year old leans her head back against Paigeâs chest, who instinctively wraps her free hand around Stephieâs waist, keeping her securely in place.Â
âSo uncle Drew,â Stephie says with a grin, slightly leaning forward as she addresses the man sitting rigidly on the edge of the sofa, âdid Miss Buecks yap a lot when she was younger too.â
âBe careful how you answer that,â Paige warns with a good natured glare in her brotherâs direction, trying to lighten his mood.Â
It works to an extent as a small smirk slips onto the edges of Drewâs lip, âoh she was a chronic yapper.â
âWhat does che-ronic mean?â Stephie asks, scrunching her nose in confusion.
Drew laughs, eyes glittering with mischief, âit means she didnât know when to shut up.â
âDrew Thomas,â Paige guffaws, âyouâre supposed to be my little brother, protecting your older sisterâs honor and all of that.â
âHey,â Drew raises his hand in surrender, âmy older sister taught me to never lie, especially not to children.â
âDid you really talk that much?â Stephie asks, turning to Paige with wide eyes.Â
âDonât listen to him Stephie-bean,â the blonde says, brushing her hands through Stephieâs curls, âitâs all bullsh-â
âPaige,â Azzi hisses immediately as the older woman bites her lip to stop the curse word from escaping.Â
âBullsharks,â Paige amends, âfake news. False advertising. I was a calm and quiet kid for sure.â
Drew snorts, leaning back into the sofa and Paige lets out a soft sigh of relief at seeing her brother relax. Her eyes flicker over to Azzi, feeling a sense of calmness when she sees the younger girlâs nervous fidgeting has stilled and thereâs a tentative smile on her face.Â
 âYou werenât calm or quiet,â he says pointedly.Â
âWas too,â Paige argues stubbornly.Â
âYes you were,â Drew presses, âStephie if you donât believe me, ask your Mama,â he turns to Azzi, âtell her Azzi. She literally yapped your ear off into becoming your friend.â
Azzi blanches, clearly shocked at having been so cavalierly addressed, and even Paige is a little surprised by the expectant âagree with me lookâ that Drew is giving the brunette after having spent the last moments practically glaring at her. But really it probably shouldnât be that surprising. Because Drew and Paige are cut from the same material and letting Azzi into the folds seems to just come naturally to both of them. And itâs so familiar to when theyâd all been years and years younger -two college students and a little boy - so familiar to the countless nights spent in Minnesota and DC and Connecticut where several silly arguments like this between Paige and Drew had ultimately ended with them both turning to Azzi -the forever moderator- in hopes that sheâd side with them.Â
Sheâd always sided with Drew -much to Paigeâs chagrin, though sheâd been secretly enamored by the relationship between her girlfriend and her brother- and this time is no different as Azzi shakes off the shock, replacing it with a cheeky expression.Â
âDidnât shut up for 14 whole hours,â she laments, her voice filled with teasing but she smiles at the blonde as if sheâs reminiscing it, reminiscing the moment that began it all for them and Paige canât help the hopelessly sappy smile she gives her in return.Â
â14 hours? You talked for 14 whole hours, Miss Buecks?â Stephieâs eyes are comically large as she echoes the number.Â
âOf course not,â Paige defends, eyebrows creasing as she glares at the other two adults in the room, âthis is bullying. Stephie,â she whines, nuzzling her head into the little girlâs neck, âtheyâre ganging up on me.â
âThere there Miss Buecks,â Stephie says diligently as she pats at the older womanâs cheek.Â
âWeâre just telling the truth,â Drew shrugs.Â
âExactly,â Azzi nods solemnly, âthe truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.â
She grins, reaching her hand out for a high five and Paige watches as Drew raises his own hand, ready to reciprocate. For a second it feels like everything is coming together; like the past could just stay in the past. But then he stops midair. The easy smile fades from his face and the previous tautness comes rushing back. He pulls his hand back, turning away from Azzi, whoâs face slowly falls back. The lightheartedness from mere seconds ago is replaced by the tension from before and that burden of all thatâs happened between us returns as a heavy weight pressed against Paigeâs heart.Â
âPaigey used to yap a lot,â Drew says slowly, âlike I said you couldnât get her to shut up and then one day,â he pauses, angry eyes darting towards Azzi, âone day she just got quiet- she shut up- she stopped yapping all the time.â
âWhy?â Stephie asks softly, her tone a mixture of concern and genuine curiosity.Â
Paigeâs arm tightens around the little girl in her lap as she shoots her brother a pleading look, âDrew-â
âBecause someone-â thereâs so much venom in the word that it makes Azzi visibly flinch and Paige wants to soothe away the creases forming in her forehead, âsomeone broke her heart. And it took years- it took years to get her back to normal, to get her yapping again. To get my sister back to who she was.â
Thereâs pindrop silence as Drew seethes at his own words and Azzi rapidly blinks back tears, until Stephie turns around in Paigeâs lap, tiny hands cupping the blondeâs face as she tries not to let her emotions show in front of the little girl.Â
âSomeone broke your heart?â Stephie looks so upset by the idea that Paige wants to vehemently deny it, âhow could anyone break your heart Miss Buecks?â
She means well -just a child concerned for one of her favorite people- but she has no idea of the dagger sheâs just twisted in her own motherâs heart as a faint whimper escapes Azziâs lips. Paige opens and closes her mouth, hopelessly looking at the brunette whoâs digging her fist into the sofa, despair embedded all over her face.Â
âStephie-â Paige tries to say.Â
âDonât worry kid,â Drew cuts in instead, his voice steady and firm, âit happened once but I wonât-â his eyes burn with fire as he looks at Azzi, âI wonât let it happen again.â
âStephie,â Paige says quietly after a moment, her gaze transfixed on Azzi whose doing her absolute best not to let her emotions show in front of her little girl, âsweetheart how âbout you show Uncle Drew around the house.â
âI donât want to see the house,â Drew says petulantly as he stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest
âYes. You. Do.â Paige grits out, trying not to curse when her younger brother rolls his eyes at her.Â
âCâmon Uncle Drew,â Stephie says cheerfully as she slips off of Paigeâs lap and reaches a hand out for the man instead, âMiss Buecks has a really cool house and maybe we can go steal some of her cool clothes.â
Drew sighs but heâs not immune to Stephieâs infectious energy. A hint of a grin sneaks through the cracks as he accepts the little girlâs offer. Stephie starts to pull him towards the staircase but the perceptive girl stops for a second in front of her mother, a cautious look on her face as Azzi musters up a grin to mollify the little girl's concern and Drew adamantly averts looking at the other woman.Â
âGo on bean,â Azzi urges softly, keeping her shaky voice under control, âgo show him the house.â
Stephie nods before gently pressing her lips against Azziâs cheeks, eliciting a deep breath from her mother, before she practically drags Drew towards the staircase, already speaking a mile per minute. Â
Thereâs a pause, filled with a combination of the quiet rumble of Stephie blabbering upstairs and Azziâs uneven breathing. Then the tears that the brunette had been trying so hard to barricade behind her eyelids starts cascading down her cheeks and Paige almost trips on her own feet as she moves towards her. She falls to her knees in front of Azzi, gently brushing her against her cheek, before wrapping her hands around her tightly formed fists.Â
âBaby donât cry. Please I hate it when you cry,â Paige whispers softly, pressing her forehead against Azziâs, âheâs just-â
âHeâs right,â Azzi cuts her off, shaking her head.Â
âAz-â
âHe hates me-â
âHe doesnât-â
âHe does,â Azzi presses, her tears falling faster now, âand he should. Paige I did break your heart,â they both flinch at the blunt statement, âand he doesnât trust me because of it and he hasnât forgiven me for it. I havenât forgiven me for it.â
âBaby,â Paige echoes again, unsure what else to say.Â
âHave you forgiven me?âÂ
The question lingers in the air as Azzi looks expectantly at her and Paige stumbles over her words, trying to find the right ones. She doesnât really know how to answer the questions; hadnât been expecting to be confronted with it tonight. Paige wants to say yes; she wants to take away Azziâs guilt so fucking bad. These last few weeks had been so perfect, Paige had convinced herself she was over what had happened almost a decade ago. But if sheâs honest with herself -if sheâs honest to the memories of every night sheâd spent sobbing into her pillows, missing the girl in front of her and resenting her for walking away- Paige doesnât really know if she has forgiven Azzi.Â
âPaige?â Azzi ask again, her voice breaking on the one syllable.Â
Paigeâs face crumbles as she looks at the girl defenselessly, â Az, I-â
The doorbell rings at the exact moment and Stephie comes excitedly barrelling down the staircase as the two women scramble away from each other, trying to compose themselves.Â
âMiss Buecks, Mama,â the younger girl hollers, âpizzaâs here.â
Paige looks at Azzi whoâs rushing to wipe away the remnants of her tears. She opens her mouth, desperately willing herself to find something, anything that could offer the girl in front of her some comfort; that could take their relationship away from the precipice of this cliff theyâve somehow found themselves on. But the right words donât materialize and instead Paige closes her mouth and turns away, slowly heading towards Stephie as Azziâs question continues to wreak havoc in her mind.Â
And she wishes she could rewind the clock and freeze them where they had been just a couple of hours ago, freeze them in a moment where the past hadnât weighed so heavily on the present. But perhaps the past had always been there and theyâd simply just done a marvelous job ignoring it. Except tonight, they canât seem to ignore it anymore.Â
***
Paige thinks pizza has never tasted so terrible in her life. The mood at her basically unused dining table is numbingly sober; even Stephie has stopped her chatter, the little girl clearly picking up on the tense atmosphere around her as she quietly nibbles away at her slice of pizza. Itâs in stark contrast to the innumerable dinners theyâd had in the last three weeks; the three of them -Paige, Azzi and Stephie in between them- at the table or the counter or sometimes even the couch, raucous with laughter and smiles. Paige doesnât understand how moments can shift like this; how last night could have been filled with giggles and grins and tonight is filled with nothing but a silence filled with too many unspoken words.
Her eyes flicker over to Azzi, whoâs making a concerted effort to keep her own everted from both Bueckers siblings. The brunetteâs question from before feels like a loud horn blaring in Paigeâs ears, one that she canât seem to find the off-switch for no matter how hard she searches for it. Theyâre barely a couple feet apart, sitting opposite each other with Drew next to Paige and Stephie next to Azzi, but the width of the table feels like it stretches for miles. Paige misses the warmth of Azziâs body pressed against hers, misses the sly brush of their hands before their fingers would inevitably curl around each otherâs underneath the table where Stephie couldnât see.Â
âMiss Buecks,â Paige swallows, trying to shake off the feeling of is this us crumbling again, as she diverts attention to Stephie whoâs smiling at her with that cheeky grin that means she wants something.Â
âWhatâs up Stephie-bean?â Paige asks and sheâs convinced thereâs magic in the little girlâs existence because despite the tightness she still feels in her chest, having Stephie close feels like a reason for her to breathe through it.Â
âCan I have a soda?â Stephie asks, using the palm of her hands to frame her slightly tilted face as she juts out her bottom lip in a pleading.Â
Paige grins, ready to concede as she often is with the little girl but Azzi speaks first, âno soda Stephie.â
Stephie pouts, âwhy not?â
âBecause I said so,â Azzi says bluntly and Paige is taken back by the sharpness of it.Â
âMama please,â Stephie begs, âplease, please, please.â
âNo Stephie,â thereâs a warning edge to Azziâs tone but Stephie doesnât pay much heed to it continuing to plead and the irritation on her motherâs face -clearly exacerbated by other things- gets more and more apparent.Â
âPlease Mama. Pizza just doesnât go down right without soda,â the little girl argues, âcan I please just have a little bit. Just a teeny tiny bit Please, please pretty please please-â
âStephie, noâ Azzi repeats, pinching the bridge of her nose as Drew and Paige exchange nervous glances.Â
âStephie, yes,â the little girl argues, stubbornly crossing her hands over her chest.Â
âSte-â
âI want soda. I want soda. Please, please, please, plea-â
âI said no Stephanie,â Azzi all but yells, startling Stephie into being quiet and making both Drew and Paige flinch. The little girl is wide-eyed for a second -not used to anything but her motherâs normally gentle way of dealing with her occasional brattiness- before her lips begin to tremble and big fat tears begin to spill down her cheeks. She scrambles out of her chair, beelining towards Paige and climbing onto her lap as she burrows her face into the blondeâs neck, wetting her shirt with tears.Â
âShhh, shhh sweetheart itâs okay,â Paige whispers to the little girl, gently rocking the two of them back and forth as she strokes her hair.Â
She glances at Azzi, whoâs adamantly looking, her face stone cold but regret gleaming in her eyes, âAz-â
âNo,â the younger woman says immediately.Â
âCâmon,â Paige says exasperatedly, âyou donât even know what I was gonna say.â
âIf itâs about giving her a soda, I donât wanna hear it,â Azzi warns, âyou canât just give into all of her demands all the time, you have to learn to say no and she needs to learn to hear it.â
âI hear you but Az itâs a Friday-â
âPaige-â
âA tiny bit of soda to start the weekend canât hurt. In fact,â Paige smirks down at the little girl in her lap as she coaxes Stephieâs face out of her neck so she can wipe away the tears on her blotchy red face, âI think a little soda to start the weekend is probably good for you.â
She feels her heart soar when it makes Stephie giggle, letting out a couple teary hiccoughs in between as she clutches onto Paige.Â
âI think so too Mama,â the little girl echoes, looking back at her mother with a timid grin.Â
âGive in Azzi,â Paige matches the pleading smile on Stephieâs face as she turns her focus onto the brunette, âshe deserves a little treatÂ
âI know what she deserves. I think I know whatâs good for my daughter,â Azzi says steely and Paige feels something cold squeezing through her ribcage, âno soda Stephie. End of discussion.â
My daughter.Â
The thing is Paige doesnât even really think she has the right to be upset over Azziâs statements. Really, itâs nothing but the truth. Stephie is Azziâs daughter and Azzi definitely knows whatâs good for her daughter. So why does it sting like this? Why does it feel like little shards of ice piercing into her heart, leaving deep gashes that have her whole body feeling like itâs freezing over? Paige knows why, knows that these past weeks had been enough to trick her mind into believing the mirage that Stephie was hers. But now Azziâs flicked her fingers against it causing the whole fantasy to come crashing down and Paige feels herself slowly getting buried under the rubble of it.Â
âRight," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady, âsheâs your daughter and you know best,â she ignores the tinge of guilt in Azziâs eyes as she turns to Stephie who looks like sheâs ready to protest again, âyou heard your Mama Stephie. No soda tonight.â
âBut Miss Buecks-â Stephie whines.Â
âNo sweetheart,â Paige says gently, shaking her head.Â
The little girl narrows her eyes before letting out a frustrated groan as she slips off of Paigeâs lap. She loudly stomps her feet, glaring at all the adults in the room before she angrily storms upstairs. Itâs so unlike the usually even-keeled little girl that Paige thinks itâs probably a reaction to the tension she can sense between the adults. Her eyes drift over Drew -whoâs chewing at his lips in a similar manner to how his big sister often does- before locking with Azziâs and she feels that familiar guilt of thereâs always collateral damage for our mistakes pooling at the pit of her stomach. The brunette breaks eye contact first, letting out a heavy sigh before she follows behind her daughter and Paige lets her face fall into her hands,Â
It feels like everythingâs in free fall, like during an earthquake when everything shakes and the books -the complicatedly tangled stories of the past and present- go flying from their shelves. Paige rubs at her eyelids, trying to make this helpless feeling go away. Her fingers are coiled tightly around a rope, just like they had been on that night eight years ago and just like that night, she can feel the tips of them starting to bleed. She can feel Drewâs gaze fixated on her; can tell heâs contemplating whether to say something or not. Swallowing, Paige pulls her face out of her palms to look at her brother, a decisively defiant expression on her face.Â
âSomething you wanna say?â she asks him, cocking her eyebrows as if sheâs daring him to speak.Â
Drew hesitates for a second before an almost identical expression crosses his face, âwhat the fuck are you doing Paige?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Paige replies airly.Â
Drew narrows his eyes at her, âseriously?â
âSeriously,â Paige shrugs.Â
âThis was supposed to be a temporary arrangement Paige,â Drew says, ignoring the way his sister flinches at the reminder as he drops his voice lower so they canât be overheard, âyou were supposed to be with Golden State for one season, hopefully win a championship and then youâd be off to New York at the end. That was the plan but clearly all of that has gone flying out the window. Youâre getting attached to this city, this life, to them.âÂ
A barely believable âof course Iâm not,â flutters weakly off of Paigeâs lip as she blinks rapidly at the accusation.Â
âOh for fucks sake,â Drew curses, âPaige your bed looks like it hasnât been slept in, in days. Thereâs almost no groceries in your fridge or your pantry. From what I saw of the garden, itâs basically been left for dead. Your closet is half empty and it sure as shit isnât because theyâre all in the laundry because as Stephie puts it, Azzi says that their laundry basket is three times heavier than it used to be with all your clothes.â
âI-I donât-â Paige stutters, âthat- that doesnât- doesnât mean-â
âItâs been two months -if even that- two months Paige and I think you're in even deeper now than you were the last time,â Drew spits the last two words out bitterly like their flames on the tip of his tongue and the sparks of it singe Paigeâs skin.Â
âThatâs not- Iâm not-â she tries to justify but it sounds hollow to her own ears.Â
âYou are,â Drew says exasperatedly, âwhat are you gonna do when she walks away again? When she lets you go again, what are you gonna do Paige?â
Her little brother isnât cruel but Paige swears sheâs never heard anything more aimed to hurt than these perfectly directed arrows heâs launching straight at her heart. The defense of sheâs not going to leave me stays stuck in her throats, battling against the harsh thoughts of she already has that are taunting her.Â
âShe- I- you- this- I donât- you canât-â Paige doesnât even know what sheâs trying to say; she feels like a fish spluttering outside of the water, desperate to breathe air that seems to kill her the more she inhales it.Â
Drew looks away, his face crumpling slightly, a mixture of sadness and guilt gleaming in his eyes, and Paige can tell that he hates himself a little for being the one to cause her this torment, the one to make her face the darkest possibility of her reality.Â
âI was there Paige,â he says softly, âI was the one who watched you break in ways that I didnât even think you were breakable,â his voice snaps, âand I was the one who watched how hard you had to work to put yourself back together. I donât wanna see any of that again.â
âDrew,â Paige whispers.Â
âAnd it wasnât just her,â Drew continues, âyou lost her family too.â
Paige gulps at the reminder, âthey were still there. They came to games. They were at my wedding.â
Drew shakes his head, âbut it wasnât the same and you know it. You lost her and you lost them and this time,â he bites his lip, like he wishes the next words werenât sitting on his vocal chords, waiting to spill out, âthis time, if you lose her, youâll lose a lot more.â
âWhat do you-â Paige heistates, unsure if she even wants to ask, âwhat do you mean?â
Her little brother pauses, mouth opening and closing like itâs painful to speak, before his eyes drift towards the stairs and Paige feels her heart sinking even before Drew says the words she knows heâs about to say.Â
âYouâll lose her daughter. Youâll lose Stephie.â
âNo,â the whispered syllable is out before Paige can even stop it, âno, no, no, no-â
âPaige-â
âStop it Drew,â the blonde says louder than she wanted to as she clutches at her heart, trying to keep it whole as the tears overflow over her waterline.Â
âStop what Paige? Stop saying things you already know deep down but are choosing to ignore? Is that what you want me to stop doing?â Drew asks harshly.Â
âDrew-â
âThereâs a reason you didnât want to commit to the Valkyries and you know it. Thereâs a reason you only wanted to be here for this season.â her younger brother says firmly.Â
âI know,â Paige whispers, âI know.â
Drewâs eyes soften, âstick to plan Paige. Let the Liberty be the end goal. Youâll be in New York by the end of October.â
Paige bites her lip so hard, she can taste that morbid taste of iron on her lips as she opens her mouth to say something. Sheâs not sure if itâs to argue with Drew or to agree and she doesnât get a chance to find out. Instead thereâs a sharp intake of breath and then a quiet, timid voice laced with accusation and Paige feels the blood drain out of her body as she slowly turns around to find Stephie and Azzi -their faces ashen with identical expressions of betrayal- staring at her.Â
âMiss Buecks, youâre moving to New York?â
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Five Years
SUMMARY: Five years of friendship. Years of silent longing. One night that changes everything. When Tyler Owens, a charming, rugged man with a penchant for keeping things casual, finds himself at a crossroads with the woman he's secretly loved for years, he realizes he might have waited too long. After one too many moments where you've been left wanting more, you find yourself torn between the comfort of their deep connection and the pain of being stuck in the friend zone. Tyler has one last shot to show you that heâs not just the man you turn to in the hard momentsâbut the man who can make you believe in love, again.
A/N: Sorry for all the angsty Tyler lately! It's just been the mood/vibe lately so I've been rolling with it! Thanks to the person who sent this request in! I hope you like it!
PROMPT: "What was he doing back there? Flirting with you like he has a fucking chance?"
WARNINGS/TAGS: Angst.
WORD COUNT: 5.6k
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Itâs late, the kind of quiet that comes when the night has softened everything into shadows. You and Tyler are back in the motel room, tangled together in bed like itâs the most natural thing in the world. His arm drapes over you, and youâre curled into his side, your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. The scent of whiskey lingers between you, mingling with the warmth of his skin, and you can still taste him faintly on your lips. Another night, another round of kisses exchanged under the dim motel lights, like something fragile and fleeting.
He stirs, his hand brushing along your back, and you wonder if heâs on the edge of sleep or just drifting in that space in between like you are. For a moment, youâre tempted to ask him the question thatâs always on the tip of your tongue: What are we doing?
Instead, you stay silent, breathing in sync with him, wondering if he can feel the way your heart skips each time he holds you like this. He shifts, drawing you a little closer, and you catch a glimpse of something in his expressionâsomething soft, maybe even vulnerable. But itâs gone as quickly as it came.
âHey,â he murmurs, his voice low and slightly slurred. âYouâre comfortable, right?â His hand rests at the curve of your hip, fingers grazing your skin in a way that sends a shiver through you.
You nod, managing a quiet, âYeah. Always.â You know heâll pretend he doesnât remember this in the morning, brush it off like itâs nothing, and youâll let him because itâs easier that way. But tonight, you can pretend a little tooâthat these quiet moments mean the same to him as they do to you.
You close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat beneath your ear, wondering how much longer you can keep pretending before youâre forced to admit the truthâto yourself, if not to him.
Then, out of nowhere, he says, âSo⌠I just found out Iâm being inducted into the PBR Hall of Fame.â
You blink, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. A smile lights up your face. âTyler, thatâs amazing! I mean, I knew you were a big deal, but⌠Hall of Fame?â
He chuckles softly, scratching the back of his head with that familiar modesty. âYeah, kinda crazy, huh? Guess all those years getting tossed around finally paid off.â
You laugh, knowing heâs downplaying it. Youâve seen some of those old videos, clips of him taking on bulls with more force and heart than anyone youâd ever met.Â
âNo one deserves it more than you,â you say softly, feeling that familiar warmth in your chest. âIâm so proud of you.â
A faint blush colors his cheeks as he looks away, and then, clearing his throat, he glances back at you.Â
âThanks, means a lot,â he says, his voice softer. Then, after a moment, he adds, âActually⌠I get a plus one to the induction ceremony. I was thinking maybe youâd want to come with me?â
Your heart skips at that. He doesnât even pause to consider anyone else; heâs asking you. For a moment, you feel a surge of excitement that maybe this is more than just a friendly invite. But just as quickly, doubt seeps in. If he had a girlfriend, heâd take her, wouldnât he? A familiar ache settles in your chest, the quiet reminder that maybe this is just about convenience for him.
âAre you sure?â you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, and casual. âI mean, you could take anyone.â
He glances at you with a soft smile, his eyes sincere. âNah. Canât think of anyone better. Youâd come, right?â
The words are on the tip of your tongueâOf course, Iâll go.Â
Instead, you hesitate, just for a second, wondering if this is just a placeholder invitation until he finds someone to fill the spot heâs never openly said he wants to be filled. But you canât bear the thought of missing the moment, so you nod, managing a smile. âYeah, Iâd love to.â
He grins, pulling you back into his chest, and you settle against him, feeling the warmth of his arm around you. But even as you breathe him in, letting the steady beat of his heart calm you, a question begins to take root in your mind. Where do we really stand, Tyler?
Itâs a question you keep to yourself, swallowing it down as you close your eyes and listen to the silence settle around you once again.
* * * * *
The ballroom buzzed with energy and anticipation, and you could sense the excitement radiating from Tyler beside you. The event space was elegantly decorated, with every table set with crystal glasses and gleaming silverware. But you hardly noticed any of it; all your focus was on Tyler. This was his night. And you were honored to be here with him, even if you didnât quite know what that meant for the two of you.
You eventually found your way to your seats near the front of the room, and Tylerâs hand brushed against yours as you sat down. His fingers lingered just a moment, a subtle contact that sent a rush of warmth up your arm.Â
Before you could say anything, the lights dimmed as the emcee took to the stage, announcing the start of the ceremony. The audience fell quiet, and Tylerâs hand was warm on your knee, a comforting weight that made your heart race. You glanced down at his hand, then back up to his face, wondering if he even realized the effect he had on you.
A part of you wanted to reach for his hand again, to close the gap between you both once and for all, but you stayed still, holding your breath as the ceremony began.
As the awards were announced one by one, you couldnât help but steal glances at Tyler. He seemed to sit straighter with each name called, his eyes never leaving the stage. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the emcee announced Tylerâs name, and the room burst into applause. You clapped the loudest, your heart swelling with pride.
You watched as Tyler walked to the stage, his stride steady and confident, shoulders back with that natural charisma he carried wherever he went. When he accepted his award, he stood there with his plaque, his gaze scanning the crowd until it landed on you. The spotlight hit his face, highlighting the small, crooked smile you knew so well. And his eyesâdark, intense, focused on youâseemed to say something unspoken.
You felt your breath catch, frozen under his gaze, and for a second, it was like you were the only two people in the room.
His acceptance speech was simple and heartfelt. He thanked the people who had been there with him through the highs and lows. He spoke of long, hard days, the sacrifices heâd made, and the passion that drove him. But you couldâve sworn that when he mentioned his gratitude for âthe people who kept him grounded,â his eyes found you once again.
As Tyler wrapped up his speech and made his way back to his seat, you barely had a chance to process the pride you felt for him, for everything heâd accomplished. But that brief moment when heâd looked at you on stage lingered in your mind, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Could it have meant something more?
He sat back down next to you, and you leaned over, unable to keep the smile from your face. âThat was incredible, Ty. Iâm so proud of you.â
He looked at you, a soft chuckle escaping as he rubbed the back of his neck. âThanks. I think I mightâve fumbled a little bit up there.â
âNot even close,â you replied, squeezing his arm. âYou were perfect.â
The atmosphere at the afterparty was more relaxed, a contrast to the formality of the ceremony.
The room buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, everyone here to celebrate the achievements of legends, past and present. Youâre standing beside Tyler, trying to blend into the background of the roomâs energy. But then, without warning, Tyler reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours before intertwining them completely. Itâs such a small gesture, but it sends a rush of warmth through you. He glances at you, his eyes searching yours for a brief moment, almost as if heâs silently asking if this is okay, if youâre okay. You squeeze his hand, hoping heâll understand that, yes, this is more than okay.
âCome on, thereâs someone I want you to meet,â he says, his voice low and soft. He leads you through the crowd toward a man with a broad smile and lines etched deep around his eyesâTylerâs old mentor. Tyler introduces you with a genuine warmth that makes you feel like you belong here, like youâre not just an accessory to his big night but someone he wants by his side.
As they begin chatting, Tylerâs hand drifts to your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your hip as he pulls you closer, fitting you against his side. You feel a warmth blossom in your chest, and for a moment, the nagging doubts youâd been harboring vanish. His mentor jokes about old times, and Tyler laughs, giving your waist a small squeeze as if to share the moment with you. You let yourself lean into him, letting his warmth melt away the walls youâd tried to build around your heart.
But then, as the conversation comes to a close, he lets go. Just like that, his hand falls from your waist, and he takes a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets, a casual smile on his face. He glances around the room, no longer focused on you, and the sudden distance sends a chill down your spine. Youâre standing side by side, but the connection feels fractured, like a missed beat. He begins walking next to you, his attention now elsewhere, no hand-holding, no gentle touches to keep you close.
Half an hour later youâre standing next to Tyler, trying to stay engaged with the conversation heâs having with an old friend he used to ride with, someone who knows a side of him youâve only heard about in stories. Tylerâs posture is easy, his laugh warm and unguarded in a way that you rarely get to see. You watch him as he reminisces, letting yourself get lost in the sound of his laughter, in the way his eyes light up with a spark of the past. But as they continue to talk, it becomes clear that heâs in his own world, like youâre not even there.
The laughter between them grows, each memory shared drawing them further back into the years before you knew him. You shift your weight, feeling a slight ache in your chest as you realize just how separate you feel from this part of his life. A sense of loneliness creeps in, one you canât shake, and you find yourself glancing toward the bar. Maybe a drink will help dull the sting.
You start to turn, your heart heavy, but just then, you feel Tylerâs hand reach out, his fingers wrapping gently around yours. The touch is so familiar, so comforting, and for a brief second, that hopeful warmth flickers back to life.Â
You glance over your shoulder, catching his eye, a hint of something unreadable there.
âYou okay?â he asks, his voice quieter, as if trying to break through to you despite the noise around.
You swallow, forcing a smile to cover the twinge of sadness thatâs growing in your chest. âYeah,â you say softly, nodding toward the bar. âJust thirsty. Thought Iâd grab a drink.â
He nods, giving your hand a slight squeeze before letting go, turning back to his friend with that easy laugh that now feels like a barrier you canât quite cross. You turn away, your heart sinking as you walk toward the bar, feeling the absence of his hand like a chill creeping over your skin. You canât help but feel a pang of disappointment that settles heavy and cold. Just moments ago, he was intertwining your fingers, holding you close with his hand on your waist, like you were more than just a companion for the night.
How did it change so quickly? How did he go from holding you, grounding you with those intimate touches, to leaving you in this limbo of almost but not quite? You realize that, despite how much he means to you, thereâs a line between you that he doesnât seem ready to cross. And that thought hurts more than you want to admit.
Youâre leaning against the bar, lost in thought, when a voice breaks through the noise, smooth and warm. âHey there. You look like you could use some company.â
You glance up to find a guy with a charming grin and a relaxed confidence thatâs instantly disarming. He extends a hand. âEli Vastbinder,â he says. âI donât think weâve met.â
For a moment, youâre taken off guard, but you shake his hand and introduce yourself, motioning to where Tylerâs standing in the distance. âIâm here with Tyler Owens.â
At the mention of Tylerâs name, a flicker of somethingâmaybe disappointment, maybe surpriseâcrosses Eliâs face before he recovers his smile. âOwens, huh? How do you know the Tornado Wrangler?â
You canât help but laugh at the nickname, feeling some of the tension ease as you explain. âWe work together. I help him run his YouTube channel.â
Eliâs gaze shifts from Tyler back to you, a curious glint in his eye as if heâs sizing up the situation. He doesnât linger on it for long, though, before flashing you a daring smile. âSo, just coworkers, huh? In that case, you wouldnât mind if I bought you a drink?â
The question lingers, sparking a twist of hesitation in your chest. You glance over at Tyler, hoping for some kind of sign, some acknowledgment of what youâre feeling. Your eyes meet his, and he offers you a casual smile before turning his attention back to his friend. The moment leaves you coldâanother reminder of all the times heâs pulled you close, only to leave you feeling as if youâre just out of reach.
You turn back to Eli, a decision settling in your mind. Tyler isnât claiming you. He never has. And heâs had five years to do so.
You give Eli a small smile. âSure, why not?â
Eliâs grin widens as he orders your drink, leaning in just slightly as he asks about your work with Tyler. Heâs charming, effortlessly making you feel seen and appreciated. Thereâs a warm intensity in his gaze, like heâs genuinely interested in hearing about your life, in learning the pieces of you that Tyler seems to take for granted. You laugh at his jokes, leaning in as he tells stories about the crazy things heâs seen on the road. Every so often, his hand brushes yours, sending a little thrill through youâlike something you havenât allowed yourself to feel in far too long.
It doesnât take long for you to feel the weight lifting from your shoulders. Thereâs no ambiguity with Eli; his attention is clear, unburdened by mixed signals or unspoken boundaries. Itâs refreshing, exciting, even, to be the center of someoneâs focus without second-guessing their intentions.
You glance over at Tyler once more, but heâs still wrapped up in conversation, seemingly unaware of the ache youâve carried alone. A part of you wants him to notice, to see whatâs happening, to finally feel the urgency youâve held onto for years. But thereâs another part of you thatâs finished waiting.
As you turn back to Eli, you find yourself smiling, the kind of smile that feels like letting go.
Youâre laughing at something Eli just said, a relaxed warmth in your chest thatâs been missing around Tyler lately, when you feel a familiar presence behind you. You glance back, and there he isâTyler, wearing that easy smile thatâs disarmed you a hundred times before. He leans close, his hand slipping around your waist, fingers warm and possessive against your hip. âHey there, darlinâ,â he greets, the pet name rolling off his tongue as naturally as the smirk tugging at his lips.
But Tyler doesnât stop there. His gaze shifts to Eli, assessing him for a beat, and then extends a hand. âI see youâve met my date,â he says, voice casual but with a certain edge, like a claim staked.
You freeze, glancing up at him, surprised and confused by his sudden assertiveness. Eliâs expression mirrors your ownâslightly perplexed, eyebrows lifting as he takes Tylerâs hand and shakes it firmly. His eyes flicker back to you, questioning. âDate? I thought you two were just coworkers,â he remarks, eyes shifting meaningfully to Tylerâs hand, still resting on your hip.
Before you can answer, Tyler lets out a dismissive scoff, as if the notion of you two being âjust coworkersâ is absurd. âCoworkers?â he echoes, his hand tightening just a fraction. âYeah, weâre a little closer than that.â He shoots a look at you thatâs both playful and possessive.
You feel your blood simmer, heat rising in your chest at the presumption in his tone. As if youâre some claim he can lay when itâs convenient, without any real commitment. You step out of his grip, your voice firm as you say, âWe are just coworkers.â The words come out sharper than you intend, but you donât soften them.
Tylerâs smile falters, his brow furrowing, but youâve already turned away, excusing yourself quickly to Eli before slipping out toward the exit.
Humiliation washes over you, prickling your skin as you push through the crowd, needing fresh air, needing space. You had been enjoying a perfectly nice conversation with Eli, feeling appreciated and even flattered, until Tyler decided to swoop in and turn the moment into something possessive and confusing.
As you reach the hallway, you feel a sharp sting behind your eyes. Tears blur your vision, and you blink them back, furious with yourself for letting Tyler get to you like this. Youâre tiredâtired of being in his orbit only when he wants you to be, of being treated as something more only when it suits him. Because heaven forbid another guy notices you.
The hallway is quiet, save for the soft murmur of voices drifting from the ballroom as you stand there, waiting for the elevator. The moment stretches, tense and thick, when you hear his footsteps behind you, his voice calling your name.
You donât turn around. âTyler⌠donât.â The plea is barely above a whisper, but he ignores it, closing the distance between you, his face etched with frustration.
âWhat was he doing back there?â he asks, motioning down the hall toward the ballroom, his tone hard, possessive. âFlirting with you like he has a chance?â
Your heart twists painfully at his words. His tone says it allâlike he assumes youâre his, like itâs obvious. Like you should know.
But youâre done with the assumptions. The words spill out before you can stop them, thick with months, years, of unspoken hurt. âAnd why would you care, Tyler?â Your voice cracks, and you feel the first tear slip down your cheek, quickly followed by another. âItâs not like weâre together, right? You said it yourselfâweâll never be anything more than friends. Weâre justâŚâ You falter, searching for the right words, but the truth tumbles out, raw and painful. âWeâre just really close, and we make out sometimes. Nothing more.â
The weight of it hangs in the air, and you can see the impact of your words in the way his face falls, his expression softening, regretful.Â
âHey,â he murmurs, reaching out, but you shake your head, a mix of anger and sadness bubbling to the surface.
âNo, Tyler.â You step back, keeping the space between you. âIâm done. Iâm done with this⌠with you.â Your voice shakes, but the conviction is there, clear and sharp. âIâm done not being good enough. Done being yours only when you want someone on your arm or in your bed. I canât keep doing this.â You wipe a tear from your cheek, gathering whatever strength you have left. âIâm done with everything. Our friendship. The channel. All of it.â
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open with a quiet chime. You glance back at him one last time, taking in the hurt and confusion in his eyes.Â
âGo back to the party, Tyler. Itâs your night. You deserve it.â
You step into the elevator, pressing the button as the doors start to close. The last thing you see before they shut is him standing there, looking lost and completely, utterly alone.
Back in the quiet solitude of the hotel room, you feel the emotions from the hallway encounter with Tyler crash over you. Itâs almost overwhelming, but you shake your head, determined to focus on the immediate task. You kick off your heels and reach for the zipper at the back of your dress, letting it slide down as the gown falls in a pool around your feet. You step out of it, scooping it up to drape over the chair, and head to your bag, ready to change and leave before you can overthink it.
Digging through your clothes, you pull out the first shirt, but frustration prickles at you when you realize itâs one of Tylerâs. With an annoyed huff, you toss it on the bed. You dig deeper, pulling out another⌠his again. Why didnât I pack more of my own clothes? you think bitterly, remembering that his shirts have been your usual comfort, your routine.
Finally, you find one of your own t-shirts and pull it on, then slide into a pair of jeans. You run a hand over your face, taking a deep breath to keep yourself from falling apart, and open your suitcase, methodically folding the rest of your things and stowing them away. As you pack, a plan begins to form, each step sounding clearer in your mind. Youâll finish packing, get a car downstairs to a nearby hotel for the night, and fly back tomorrow. It might be an awkward plane ride home, but youâll put in headphones, turn away, and then⌠youâll walk away from Tyler James Owens for good.
With your bag nearly ready, you look around the room one last time, eyes falling on the small pile of his things on the bed. His shirts, the ones youâve wrapped yourself in so many times, now just reminders of all the blurred lines that never became anything real. You turn away, inhaling deeply to steady yourself, willing the resolve to carry you through whatever comes next.
You reach for the handle of your suitcase, ready to walk out of Tylerâs life for good, when the hotel room door opens behind you. Your heart races, and for a second you want to pretend you donât notice him there, but when you turn, his expression says heâs already figured out exactly whatâs happening. His eyes drop to the half-packed suitcase, then back to your face. His look of confusion shifts into something desperate.
âPlease,â he says, his voice softer than youâve ever heard it, almost raw. âPlease, stay. We can talk about this. Just⌠donât leave. Not like this.â
You shake your head, fighting the tears that are already building again. âTyler, Iâm done,â you say, your voice trembling. âYou donât want me, but you donât want anyone else to have me, either. You keep me close enough to feel like thereâs something between us, but itâs never anything more. Itâs just not fair anymore.â
You curse under your breath, blinking hard as the tears spill over. You donât want him to see you like thisâvulnerable, broken, hurt. Swallowing back a sob, you start to walk past him, head held high even as you feel yourself shattering. Just as your hand reaches for the door, he says it. Those three words youâve been waiting for, holding onto, for what feels like forever.
âI love you.â
It stops you cold, and you stand there, hand frozen on the doorknob, not sure if you actually heard him or if itâs just some desperate wish in your mind. But then he speaks again.
âI love you,â he repeats, his voice steady, almost pleading. âAnd if you love meâif you can still love meâthen Iâm asking you to stay and just⌠hear me out. But if youâre done with me, really done, and Iâve already lost you⌠then go.â
The silence hangs between you, thick and charged. You turn slowly, meeting his gaze, and thereâs a look in his eyes youâve never seen before. Vulnerability, sincerity, something real and unguarded. Heâs finally opened himself up, given you the one thing youâve been longing to hear, but the choice to stay or leave is yours.
Your chest tightens as you search his face, feeling the weight of all the years, the almosts, the near-misses, the longing. He stands there, his hands clenched at his sides, waiting, as if heâs holding his breath.
âYou⌠really love me?â you whisper, the words barely audible.
âYes,â he breathes, stepping toward you, his gaze never leaving yours. âIâve loved you for a long time. I just⌠didnât know how to show it, and I was afraid if I did, youâd walk away. But losing you⌠thatâs the one thing Iâm really afraid of.â
You take a shaky breath, looking into his eyes, feeling every bit of his honesty, and for the first time, heâs offering you everything, without conditions, without holding back. The pain and hurt are still there, but as he waits, the tears in his own eyes now, you feel something else rising to the surfaceâa glimmer of hope.
The words are out before you can stop them.
âI love you too,â you whisper.
Tyler steps forward, his eyes searching yours as if trying to understand the storm inside you. He reaches up, hesitantly at first, as though unsure if youâll pull away. But when you donât, his hands gently cup your face, his touch warm and grounding. His thumbs swipe at the tears still streaking down your cheeks, wiping them away as if he can erase all the pain heâs caused with one simple gesture.
âIâm sorry,â he says, his voice thick with regret. âIâm so sorry. For not telling you sooner, for not making a move sooner⌠for making you feel like you donât matter. For making you cry. You deserve so much more than that.â
Youâre frozen, his words sinking deep into the cracks of your heart that you didnât even know were there. His thumb brushes along your cheekbone, a silent apology that speaks louder than anything else could.
He takes a deep breath, his voice low but sincere. âI know Iâve messed up, but Iâm asking⌠can you give me another chance? To do it right this time? To take you on a real date, to buy you flowers, to tell the world that youâre mine⌠to be proud to have you by my side. I want to do this right, with you. Will you give me one more chance?â
The weight of his words hangs between you, and you feel the walls youâve built around your heart begin to crack. Heâs standing there, fully exposed, offering you everything heâs held back for so long. The room feels smaller, the air thicker as you look into his eyes, where you see nothing but vulnerability and hope.
You swallow hard, emotions warring inside you. Youâve wanted thisâwanted himâto say it, to fight for you. And now that he is, youâre not sure whether to run or to stay. But as you stand there, feeling the sincerity in his touch and his words, something shifts. The hurt, the confusion, the lonelinessâit all starts to unravel, replaced by a flicker of something new: hope.
You take a breath, your voice barely more than a whisper, but clear enough for him to hear. âLast chance, Owens.â
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but itâs softer, more relieved than triumphant. He doesnât say anything else for a moment. Instead, he just pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a hug thatâs full of promise, the kind that says heâs never letting you go. And for the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe him.
You stand there, still in his arms, the weight of his words sinking in. The tension that had built up over the last few daysâhell, the last few yearsâseems to fade away in that moment. Tylerâs hands are warm on your back, his arms strong around you as if heâs holding on, not just to you, but to everything that was between you two. His breath is steady, the pulse in his chest calming yours. He doesnât let go, not yet. You donât want him to.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks. Thereâs no need to. Words were said, the hurt was aired out, and now, the only thing left is the silence between youâa silence that feels like the promise of something better, something real.
He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft, full of regret and hope. His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears. "I meant every word," he says quietly, his voice steady but raw. "Thank you for giving me this chance."
You nod, feeling something inside you shift, finally able to let go of the heaviness that had been pulling at you for far too long. You offer him a small smile, your fingers brushing his lightly as you give him a gentle squeeze.
He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing. âHeyâŚâ His voice is quieter now, almost like he's considering his next words carefully. "How about we skip the rest of the party downstairs? We can grab some pizza, put on a movie, just... relax in here."
You glance at him, surprised by the suggestion, but something about the simplicity of it feels perfect. You nod, the corners of your mouth lifting into a genuine smile. âYeah. That sounds perfect.â
Tylerâs eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face. âGood. Go ahead and get comfortable. Iâll order the pizza. Whatever you want.â
You feel a sudden sense of relief wash over you. Itâs not just the break from the chaos of the night, but the quiet, intimate comfort of knowing that itâs just the two of you, no expectations, no pressure.Â
Tyler watches you for a moment, his smile softening as he watches you dig through your suitcase for something comfortable. You pull out a pair of sweatpants, replacing your jeans, and as you move to crawl onto the bed, heâs already a step ahead of you.
Before you can sit down, he reaches for the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it up over your head. You freeze, giving him a confused look, about to protest. "Tyler, Iâm really not in the moodâ"
He cuts you off with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Not like that," he says, his voice teasing but warm. "Trust me, Iâm not asking for anything like that."
Your brow furrows slightly in confusion, but Tyler doesnât give you a chance to dwell on it. Instead, he reaches down into your suitcase and pulls out one of the t-shirts you had tossed aside earlierâone of his shirts. He holds it out to you with a playful glint in his eyes. âHere,â he says, âput this one on instead.â
You take the shirt from him, still a little baffled. âWhatâs wrong with my other shirt?â
Tyler grins, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He steps closer, leaning down slightly as if heâs about to let you in on a secret.Â
âBecause itâs not your boyfriendâs,â he says, his voice low and almost teasing. âIf youâre gonna be my girl, you wear my shirt to bed.â
A smile tugs at your lips, and you canât help but feel a flutter in your chest. Itâs the little things like thisâthe small gestures, the inside jokes, the way heâs already making you feel like you belongâthat make the tension from earlier seem a little less heavy.
You slip the shirt on, and Tyler's eyes soften when he sees you in it, the way it fits just right, the way it looks like it belongs on you. You glance up at him as you finish adjusting it, your voice quieter now, full of warmth. âThis better for you, boyfriend?â
"Yes." He grins, clearly pleased with himself. "I think you look pretty damn perfect in it."
You laugh softly, and for a moment, the weight of everything that had happened earlier melts away, leaving you with nothing but the quiet comfort of his presence. You sit down on the bed, pulling the blankets up and patting the spot beside you. "So, pizza and movies?"
Tyler nods, settling in beside you, having traded his tuxedo for sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hand finds its way to yours as he lets out a contented sigh. "Sounds like the perfect way to spend the night."
And for the first time in a long while, it feels like things are exactly where they need to be.
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Totally understandable! I'm not trying to tear down the work of doing that, and the fact that you're already gearing up for house and Senate races is the right thing. I'm in Canada; we're looking at an election next year where the Conservative party is currently like, twenty points ahead and doing a massive advertising blitz despite the fact that the election hasn't even been announced yet. I am also in this "how do we do good and affect the political world and not slip into despair" problem solving mode.
What I am speaking out against is a totally different kind of post. You know the posts. You've seen the posts. The ones where people in the grips of that despair say they're washing their hands of men and it'll be on men to fix each other from now on, because men clearly all hate women and won't listen to them anyway. I don't presume your response is coming from that place, and my analysis of why that reasoning diverges from the reality of the situation a lot of the time isn't meant to urge you back towards despair. It's to try and veer us away from splintering and towards working together, because I don't want to live in a right-wing country any more than you do.
And we do have the best vision of the future for men. And women. And everyone. We can push for radical change. The right clearly can. We can too.
If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.
"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.
Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.
Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.
You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."
Problem with that being:
1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.
2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.
3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.
4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.
I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.
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Chapter 02 â distraction â
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âi have to go.â
âwhy donât you just come back home? you can start over, and this time, maybe youâll be more like your brother.â
you sigh.
âmom, i donât want to be him,â you say quietly, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. on the other end, you hear her let out a soft, disapproving tsk, a sound that always manages to make you feel a little smaller.
âarenât you clearly struggling with school? if you were here with us, with your brother, weâd help you. youâd be fine,â she insists, as if coming home would magically fix everything.
you roll your eyes.
âi really have to go.â
â___, just listen toââ
but before she can finish, you end the call, staring at the blank screen for a moment.
thereâs an unsettling feeling in your chest, one that refuses to fade, no matter how much you try to brush it off. its like a quiet reminder of all the things youâre trying to avoid.
go back home?
after everything youâve been through to study what you want, to finally live on your own terms. every argument, every latenight fight with your parents, all just to claim a bit of freedom.
you worked so hard to break free from their expectations, to stand on your own.
you even transferred universities just to escape the constant pressure back in your hometown. no matter what you did, it was never enough. every choice was somehow wrong, not âtheir way.â
you canât go back now.
not until youâve made it, not until you have something real to prove them wrong. you have to be successful, if only to show them that your way was the right way all along.
âhey, are you done thinking? never seen anyone contemplate cheerios this hard.â
min yoongiâs low voice pulls you out of your thoughts. you look up, finding him behind the cash register, his lips curving into a small smile.
âjust wondering if i can actually trust your storeâs products. what if you are some sort of cheerio secret agent and you're trying to poison me?â you joke, handing him the money.
âoh no, you figured it out. weâve been poisoning the cheerios. now how am i gonna explain to my boss that our mission failed?â he dramatically placesb a hand on his forehead as if you revealed his deepest darkest secret. you canât help but chuckle, the tension in your chest loosening just a bit.
âbad day?â he asks, his gaze softening a bit as he opens the cash register.
min yoongi; your friend.
well, he's more like your senior. he graduated last year and he is working parttime at this convenience store cuz he thinks in this way he could spend some time outside.
you didn't question him about it any further.
you donât usually come here unless itâs an emergency, and breakfast for tomorrow qualifies as pretty urgent, or so you tell yourself.
âsomething like that,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
he nods slightly. âwell,â he begins, âiâm sorry i canât give you a discount,â he adds, trying to lighten the mood.
you chuckle, the corners of your mouth lifting. âaw, thatâs too bad. i thought i might get these cheerios for free.â
he smiles softly, âmaybe some other time,"
you smile back at yoongi and turn to leave. but then you almost bump your head against a manâs chest, stumbling back in surprise.
that was close.
you look up to apologize, but your words get caught in your throat as you take in his appearance.
heâs handsome.
no, that doesnât even begin to cover it. his face is sculpted to perfection, with sharp cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. his dark eyes seem to pierce right through you, and his long, dark hair falls effortlessly over his forehead.
but thereâs something else,
he looks... mad?
you quickly gather yourself, your cheeks warming slightly. âsorry,â you blurt out, stepping aside to let him pass.
as you walk out of the store, you catch a snippet of conversation behind you.
âare you still upset about her, jungkook?â yoongiâs voice carries just enough for you to hear.
you try to shake it off, not wanting to dwell on whatever is unfolding behind you. itâs not your business, after all.
you step outside, the cool air hitting your face as you leave the store, and try to focus on the tasks ahead of you.
âit doesnât make any sense, hyung,â jungkook scoffs, the frustration bubbling up inside him.
âwhen did she ever make sense?â yoongi replies dryly, not backing down as he meets jungkookâs glare. the tension in the air feels thick, but yoongi isnât afraid to speak his mind.
âfrom my point of view, youâre now a free man. free from all the bullshit youâve been through,â yoongi explains, hoping to lift jungkookâs spirits.
âwhat bullshit? i was happy. we were happy,â jungkook frowns, his confusion evident. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, struggling to comprehend yoongiâs words.
âthatâs what she wanted you to think,â yoongi replies, his tone serious. âand to be honest, thatâs what you always did. you did whatever she wanted. you changed for her.â
âi loved her,â jungkook insists, his voice a bit softer but still filled with conviction, as if saying it out loud would make it true.
âdid you? really?â yoongi presses, searching jungkookâs eyes for any hint of doubt. he knows this is a tough conversation, but it needs to be talked out.
jungkook looks away and mutters. âyou donât get it,â
yoongiâs expression softens. he presses his lips together as he looks at jungkook, feeling bad for him. âiâm sorry, jungkook. but you really have to let it go now. itâs been two weeks. itâs time to start moving on.â
jungkook stays silent.
instead of responding, he reaches for a lollipop displayed near the cash register, the bright colors contrasting sharply with his gloomy mood. he hands yoongi some money, more than what the lollipop costs, as if heâs paying for more than just candy.
âdo you want the change, or can i keep it as a tip for my great service slash friendship?â yoongi tries to lighten the mood, hoping to bring a smile to jungkookâs face.
and it does.
jungkookâs lips curl into a faint smile, a small but genuine response. âkeep it,â he says softly.
as jungkook turns to leave, yoongi watches him go, feeling sad for his friend.
âbad day indeed.â
you're sat on a bench in the park near the convenience store, lost in your own thoughts. the quiet sounds of the evening settle around you, the faint rustle of leaves, the distant hum of traffic, and your own sighs mingling with the cool air.
youâre not really thinking about anything in particular, just letting your mind wander in that aimless way it does when everything feels overwhelming.
then, a loud voice cuts through your thoughts.
âno, i know you're hiding something from me!â someone snaps, his voice taut with irritation. âfine! have it your way then.â
curious, you glance over and recognize him immediately; the same man from earlier at the store, the one youâd nearly bumped into.
heâs pacing as he talks on his phone, one hand running through his dark hair in exasperation. his jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed, and you can practically feel the tension radiating off him even from a distance.
after a moment, he ends the call with an aggravated sigh, stuffing his phone into his pocket as he makes his way into the park, still visibly upset. he barely notices his surroundings as he walks closer to where youâre sitting.
he sighs, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, muttering something under his breath as if willing the frustration to melt away. you canât help but stare a little, like an idiot.
then his eyes snap open and land directly on you.
âgot a problem with me?â his voice is sharp, cutting through the silence between you.
you blink, startled, and stand up instinctively. âexcuse me?â
he turns fully to face you, his eyes never leaving yours. âi asked, you got a problem with me?â
âno.â you shake your head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âgood.â
wow. nice attitude.
just as youâre about to walk away, he calls out again.
ânever seen you around here before.â
âpardon?â you turn back, surprised.
âyouâre yoongi's friend, right?â he asks,
you cross your arms, giving him a wary look. âwhy do you care?â
he shrugs, almost nonchalant. âmy bad, just curious. never seen yoongi smile at a normal customer before, so i assumed.â
âoh,â you reply, softening just a bit. âwell, i guess you could say we're friends.â
he raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âyou guess?â
you offer a small shrug of your own. âhe used to help me when i was still a freshman, and he still tries to whenever he can. i'd say he's like my teacher, in a way. itâs not like we hang out or anything, though.â
he tilts his head, considering your words. âwell, consider yourselves friends. trust me, he doesnât just help anyone.â
you narrow your eyes slightly, still wary. âand who are you, exactly?â
âjeon jungkook,â he says, extending a hand with a surprisingly polite nod. instinctively, you reach out and shake it, his grip firm. âsince you're yoongi's friend, i think we go to the same university. though this is the first time iâm seeing you.â
âsame, i am ___,â you pull your hand back.
âwhat are you doing here, in the middle of the night? didnât your parents ever tell you not to go out alone?â he asks, the way he talks is somewhere between teasing and serious. you can't quiet get what it is but something about it grates on your nerves, like he's playing at being concerned but in a way that feels almost mocking.
âi could ask you the same thing,â you shoot back, meeting his gaze head on.
he doesnât flinch, only tilts his head slightly. âi always come here,â he says, his voice calm, almost like a matterof fact.
âsame,â you respond. âduring the day.â
he quirks a brow, âso why are you in my night shift?â
you scoff, a laugh slipping out before you can stop it. âthis isnât your place or âshift,â you know."
âwell, you come here during the day; i come here at night. sounds like shifts to me,â he says with a shrug, and you catch the playfulness on his face.
âguess iâm overtiming, then,â you say, glancing away to hide your own smirk. âdonât mind me.â
he stays silent.
âyouâve got your own shit to deal with, huh?â he says, his voice breaking the quiet.
âwhy are you talking to me?â you blurt out, catching him a little off guard. âi mean, you donât even know me.â
he raises an eyebrow, unphased. âi could ask you the same thing,â he replies, mimicking your answer from before.
you narrow your eyes, folding your arms. âi donât think i want to talk about my problems with a random stranger.â
âproblemsâŚâ he echoes, looking you up and down like heâs trying to figure you out. âlet me guess. got into a fight with your boyfriend?â
âno,â you say quickly, rolling your eyes. âi donât have one.â for a second, you think you catch a flicker of surprise on his face. âwhat about you? girlfriend mad at you?â
his face shifts, something almost vulnerable passing over his features before he looks away. âguess you could say that,â he mutters. âsince she broke things off with me.â
a silence stretches between you two.
âiâm⌠sorry to hear that,â you finally say, feeling the awkwardness settle around you.
you didn't expect that.
honestly, the idea of someone like him getting dumped hadnât even crossed your mind. a guy who looks like thatâthat intense auraâdoesnât exactly seem like the type to get left behind.
you assumed heâd be the one calling the shots, the one walking away. but here he is, single and clearly dealing with the aftermath of something thatâs weighing on him. its surprising.
a thought crosses yourmind.
if someone could leave him, someone who had a place in his life and a claim to his heart, maybe heâs not as perfect as he seems on the outside. maybe thereâs something beneath the surface, something thatâs harder to deal with than his looks would suggest.
itâs like a puzzle you didnât even mean to start solving, yet here you are, wondering if thereâs more to him than just that handsome face.
but then you shake the thought away. heâs a stranger. a random guy you happened to bump into, quite literally, at a park in the middle of the night. itâs not like youâll see him again after tonight. or, at least, thatâs what youâre telling yourself.
because, really, why should you care?
whatever his story is, itâs none of your business.
âanyway, hope you figure your problems out.â he says, his gaze flickering away as if heâs eager to dodge any deeper conversation.
âlikewise,â you reply.
without warning, he pulls a lollipop from his pocket, holding it out to you. âhere,â he says, waiting for you to take it.
you reach out slowly, raising an eyebrow. âthanks?â
he smirks, âagain, did your parents never tell you not to take candy from strangers?â
âmaybe i like to be a little rebellious,â you say, smirking back at him and he shakes his head smiling.
âwell, go ahead, eat it. i donât want you tossing it away. i spent a lot on that sucker,â he says, a playful grin spreading across his face. despite the oddness of the moment, a corner of your mouth quirks up.
you unwrap the lollipop, examining it with a critical eye before giving him a look that says it all.
he catches it, tilting his head in curiosity. âwhat?â
âi donât think i like raspberry flavor,â you admit, holding the lollipop up like a trophy of sorts.
he squints at you, âyouâve never tasted one before?â
you shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. âi donât like raspberries, so iâm guessing this is more of the same.â
he shakes his head, lips twitching into a smirk. âthatâs pretty bold, making assumptions without even trying it.â
âjust give it a taste; maybe you'll like it,â he suggests, a teasing smile forming on his lips, clearly wanting you to try it. deep down, he doesn't even like raspberry flavor; he just picked it out randomly at the store.
âuh, no thanks. i donât want that nasty taste on my tongue,â you reply, scrunching your nose a little . âbut thanks, you could haveââ
your words are abruptly cut off as he grabs your hand, the lollipop still held tightly between your fingers. in one swift motion, he leans in, wrapping his mouth around it. his tongue swirls around the candy, and then he pulls it out, his lips glistening with a reddish-pink hue that matches the flavor.
you're completely taken aback, eyes widening in shock.
oh what the fuck.
âyeah, youâre right. it does taste nasty,â he says, licking his lips as he releases your hand. âgive it to me, i'll just throw it away or somethingâ
suddenly, the lollipop feels trivial compared to what he just did. you stand there, completely speechless, your mind and heart racing as you try to process what jus happened.
âwhat?â he stares at you.
âyouâre good with your tongue,â you say, the words slipping out before you can really think them through.
he pauses, his eyes widening for a second, and he chokes on nothing, almost like heâs been caught off guard mid-breath. âuh, what?â he finally manages, blinking rapidly.
realizing how that mightâve sounded, âi just meant... the lollipop. you seemed pretty skilled with it,â you clarify, though youâre aware itâs not really helping.
what are you even trying to say?
he looks at you, a smirk playing on his lips now. âuh-huh, sure,â he says, teasing you. âthatâs what you meant.â
you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. âdonât flatter yourself, i was just making an observation.â
but the way heâs looking at you now, dark eyes glittering with amusement and something else you canât quite place, makes it hard to pretend that slip of the tongue didnât mean more than you intended.
âso, do you want to suck on it?â
âhuh?â you blink.
suck on what now?
âthe lollipopâ he clarifies, a small smile playing on his lips.
oh.
you clear your throat, fighting to keep a neutral expression. âno, definitely not, especially now that you had your tongue all over it.â you try to scrunch your nose, but any attempt at showing disgust falls flat with the heat rising in your cheeks.
âalright then, just asking if you changed your mind,â he shrugs, still holding your gaze.
âi still donât want it,â you say quickly, trying to sound convincing.
âokay.â he blinks, unfazed.
âokay,â you repeat, awkwardly.
he gestures to the lollipop still in your hand. âuh, so⌠are you gonna keep holding it?â
you glance down, pulling your hand back. âiâm gonna throw it away,â you declare, though it feels a bit ridiculous now, given everything that just happened.
âi hope so,â he says, one side of his lips quirking up.
why do you kind of like his smile?
you try to shake your thought off, tossing the lollipop into a nearby trash can, trying to act as casual as possible.
âwell, guess that's the end of that,â you say, hoping to sound nonchalant. he nods as he crosses his arms.
you raise an eyebrow, mimicking his stance. âdo you usually hand out half-eaten lollipops to strangers?â
he laughs, low and soft, the sound surprisingly warm in the quiet night. âonly when they look like they need a little distraction.â
you tilt your head. âoh? and what made you think i needed one?â
his eyes meet yours, his expression softening. âjust a hunch,â he says, his voice dropping to a murmur. âwe all got stuff weâd rather not think about, right?â
a pause.
thereâs something unspoken between you two, a quiet understanding in the way you hold each otherâs gaze.
he's right.
you are stressing about things you'd rather not think about, things that seem to cling to your mind no matter how hard you try to push them away.
and then there's him, a stranger but somehow not, going through his own mess. you can see it in his tired eyes, the way he keeps looking off into the distance as if trying to shake off whatever weight he's carrying.
you realize you donât mind it; you donât mind his company, or even the strange comfort of this shared silence.
both of you are here, each trying to forget whatever it is thatâs eating at you. maybe thatâs why this moment feels so easy.
âyeah,â you finally say, âguess we do.â
âi gotta go now,â you announce, hoping to put an end to whatever weird tension is building between the two of you.
he doesn't say anything. no goodbyes, no attempts to stop you. so you turn and start walking away, trying to shake off whatever just happened.
but before you can take more than a few steps, his hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist. you stop, surprised, and turn back to face him. his grip isnât tight, but itâs firm enough to make you pause.
you meet his gaze, and there's something in his eyesâsomething intense, something that makes your stomach flip.
âwould you like a distraction?â he asks, voice low, almost like a whisper meant just for you.
you blink, not sure if you heard him right. âwhat?â you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
instead of answering, he tugs you gently closer. your body stumbles forward, and your hands land on his chest to steady yourself. his heartbeat is strong under your palm, and suddenly, everything feels too close, too intense.
he looks down at you, his eyes flickering over your face like heâs searching for something. âi think i do,â he mutters. âdonât you?â
your mind is racing, trying to make sense of this.
is he asking what you think heâs asking?
heâs a stranger. someone you barely know beyond a couple of conversations and an awkward encounter in a convenience store.
yet thereâs something about the way heâs looking at you, something that makes it hard to think straight.
âyes,â you hear yourself say before you can even process it.
his lips curve into a satisfied smile, and without another word, he leans in and kisses you.
the world seems to stop as his mouth meets yours. itâs not hesitant or soft; itâs urgent, as if heâs been wanting this for longer than the short time youâve known him. his hands slide up to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss.
your fingers clutch his shirt, feeling the heat of his body against yours. itâs messy and impulsive, and he doesn't even care that youâre both in the middle of a park, under the dim glow of the streetlights.
right now, all you can think about is him. the way he tastes, the way he kisses you desperately.
maybe you do need this distraction.
his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, letting the kiss deepen. his lips are soft, and you moan as if you're melting into the kiss. there's something about the way his mouth moves against yours; like he's been waiting to do this.
âwaitââ you pant as pull back, your heart pounding against your ribs, trying to gather your thoughts. he looks into your eyes, his brows furrowing slightly as he asks in a low voice, âwhat happened?â
âwe're... we're outside,â you point out, glancing around.
he tilts his head, his brows raising slightly as if thatâs the least of his concerns. âso?â his voice is low and almost teasing, like he finds your hesitation cute.
you let out a scoffing laugh, âwhat do you mean so?weeâre literally in a childrenâs park.â you gesture to the swings and slides nearby, deserted at this hour but still... itâs a public space.
he pauses for a second, âmy carâs parked just over there,â he nods towards a sleek vehicle at the edge of the park, his lips curling into a smile. âwe could, uh... relocate orââ
before you can even process that, your curiosity gets the better of you. âwaitâ you have a car?â you cut in, a little surprised.
he chuckles. âyeah, and itâs a pretty one at that.â thereâs a glint in his eyes that says heâs enjoying this back-and-forth with you, like itâs some sort of game.
you sigh, still trying to wrap your head around the craziness of this entire situation. âokay,â you murmur, almost to yourself, deciding to just go with it. whatâs the worst that could happen?
he releases his grip on you, but only so he can grab your hand and guide you towards the car. the walk feels a little awkward now, a heavy tension hanging in the air. you're not sure what to say.
whatâs the protocol for walking towards a car with a guy youâre about to hook up with?
as if sensing your nerves, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. âcome on, my carâs comfy. donât worry,â he says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. the way heâs holding your hand... itâs surprisingly tender, making it feel just a little less awkward.
when you reach the car, he opens the back seat door for you. you hesitate for a second, âyou wonât, like, kidnap me or something, right?â you half-joke.
he lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. âfor someone whoâs so aware of the things you shouldnât be doing, you sure do them anyway,â he teases. his words send a shiver down your spine, both a warning and an invitation.
but you ignore that nagging voice in the back of your mind. instead, you climb into the seat and he follows you right away.
âwhy are youââ your words are cut off as he crashes his lips against yours, the urgency in his kiss making you lose your breath. one of his hands grips your waist, pulling you against him, while the other tangles in your hair, tugging gently to tilt your head for better access.
the way his lips move against yours, hot and hungry, sends sparks shooting down your spine, and before you know it, you're moaning into his mouth, matching his intensity. your hands scramble to find something to hold onto, eventually locking behind his neck as if he's your lifeline.
âare we seriously gonna fuck in your car?â you gasp, your words shaky when he pulls away just enough to start trailing hot kisses down the side of your neck. your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, drawing him closer.
âno,â he breathes and sucks on a sensitive spot just beneath your ear, his teeth grazing the skin before he soothes it with a slow lick. âjust couldnât stop myself,â he admits, voice low and breathy, and then his mouth is back on yours, devouring you with a hunger that makes your head spin.
your hands move restlessly over his broad shoulders, wanting to feel more, wishing his clothes were gone so you could touch him everywhere.
his hands roam your body like he's memorizing it, fingers pressing into the curves of your waist, teasingly brushing against your chest. each touch has you arching into him, wishing he'd just tear your clothes apart already.
it's all too good.
too overwhelming, and before you know it, five minutes have passed with the two of you tangled in each other. when he finally pulls back, panting, his lips are swollen and glistening. your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to catch your breath, both of you staring at each other in the dim light of the car.
heâs leaning back slightly, his hard on pressing against your thigh. itâs impossible not to notice how turned on he is, and it only makes your own arousal spike.
you're so fucking wet right now.
youâre laid back on the seat, eyes locked on him, watching the way he runs a hand through his disheveled hair, pushing it back revealing his forehead.
âhotel? or my place?â he asks, trying to catch his breath âhotelâs just a minute away, but my place⌠well, itâs a bit further.â
you can practically see the options laid out in your mind like a checklist.
a) go to the hotel, have your fun, and slip away without looking back. no strings, no regrets. just a quick fuck and disappear like it never happened.
b) go to his place, let him fuck the shit out of you, see if heâs worth all this heat between your thighs. maybe wake up in his bed with his arms still wrapped around you... and if he's good enough, maybe get his number so it doesnât have to be a one time thing.
you bite your lip, your decision already made before you even realize it.
âyours.â
the drive to his apartment is quick, the tension between you both barely held back. you're glad itâs late at night, because the two of you canât seem to keep your hands off each other and you don't want anyone witnessing it.
the second you step into his apartment, the door slams shut behind you, and it's a scramble to rid each other of clothing. shirts are yanked off, belts undone, pants shoved down until you're both stumbling towards his bedroom in a mess of heated kisses and needy touches.
âo-oh fuckâyes baby, suck it just like that,â jungkook throws his head back, moaning, his breath ragged. heâs sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide, hands gripping the sheets. you're on your knees between his thighs, sucking him hard, your lips stretching around his thick length.
you glance up at him, eyes half lidded, watching the way his abs flex as he tries to keep himself steady. âshit... you look so fucking hot,â he rasps out, voice rough. his gaze darkens, and he pushes himself up, one hand threading through your hair.
âcan you take it, baby?â he asks, his voice low, a hint of a challenge in his tone.
you know exactly what heâs asking. you nod, barely managing it with your mouth full, and he smiles, almost wickedly, his eyes gleaming.
âgood,â he murmurs, his grip tightening just enough on your hair. âtap me if itâs too much.â and with that, he starts moving his hips, fucking into your mouth with slow, deep thrusts.
you gag slightly as he pushes deeper, but you relax your throat, trying to take him in. the room is filled with the wet, obscene sounds of him moving in and out, his groans echoing off the walls.
âfuckâyouâre taking me so well, baby,â he praises, his voice thick and raspy, sending a wave of heat straight to your core. each time his cock hits the back of your throat, it forces a choked gasp from him, his hands instinctively tightening in your hair.
your eyes water, tears pooling at your lashes, but you donât stop, even as your throat aches. your nails dig into his firm thighs, using them for balance as he fucks your throat. you want to show him just how much you can handle.
âiâm gonnaââ he grunts, voice rough and strained. a hot burst of his release fills your mouth, and you swallow it all, not breaking eye contact with him for a second. his chest heaves as he watches you, mesmerized, as your tongue slides slowly along his length, cleaning up every drop. his jaw clenches, the sight clearly driving him wild.
âget up,â he orders, voice still a little breathless, and you obey instantly, letting him pull you to your feet. âon the bed, all fours.â
you get onto the mattress, positioning yourself as he asked. there's a moment of stillness as you feel his gaze roam over your exposed body. your heart races, anticipation building as you wait for his next move.
âyouâre dripping,â he murmurs, leaning in closer until his breath is hot against your soaked core. he licks a slow, deliberate stripe along your folds, and your eyes flutter shut, a soft, breathy moan escaping your lips. his mouth envelops your pussy, sucking and licking with an rhythm that makes your thighs tremble.
he pulls back just enough to catch his breath before moving up, positioning himself between your legs. his right hand trails upward, skimming over your skin until his fingers brush against your lips.
instinctively, you part them, taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. the low chuckle that escapes him tells you just how much he enjoys it.
âyou like that, hm?â he asks. you moan softly around his fingers, your response muffled but desperate.
he withdraws his fingers, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. leaning down, he wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you slightly until your back is against his chest. you can feel his length pressing against your ass, you move your hips a little causing a little friction.
his hands slide over your breasts, kneading them with just enough pressure to send shivers down your spine.
you melt into his touch, your head lolling back against his shoulder as his fingers pinch and roll your hardened nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
âwant me to fuck you, baby?â his voice is soft against your shoulder as he places feather light kisses along your skin. he nips gently, his hands never stopping their teasing, and you canât help the whimper that escapes when his fingers pinch just a bit harder.
ây-yes,â you mewl, voice shaky with need, âfuck me, jungkook.â
he squeezes your breasts harder, a groan rumbling from his chest as he sinks his teeth lightly into the curve of your shoulder.
âyeah? can i fuck you raw?â he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
âyes,â you gasp, your voice barely more than a whimper. âp-please.â
his grip on you loosens slightly, and he leans back to look at you, his eyes dark, like he's stopping himself. âyou sure?â he asks, one last time, his tone gentle but urgent.
you nod quickly, breathless. âiâm on the pill,â you assure him, and the tension in his shoulders eases.
âfuck. okay, bend over.â
without hesitation, you resume your previous position, arching your back and presenting yourself to him. he groans softly at the sight, his hand sliding down to rub slow circles over your entrance.
he teases you, slipping a finger inside, making you moan softly as your walls flutter around him. he withdraws his finger, watching the way you clench around nothing, desperate for more.
grabbing his cock, he taps the swollen tip against your slick hole. you whine, impatience leaking into your voice, âjust fuck me already.â
a smirk curves his lips, and without another word, he pushes into you.
you grip the sheets tightly as you take him in fully, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick length. a choked gasp escapes your lips, eyes squeezing shut at the delicious burn that quickly morphs into pleasure.
each inch fills you so completely, leaving you breathless, your body trembling at the feeling.
âfuck,â he groans behind you, his voice low and rough, a sound that makes your toes curl. âyouâre so tight, baby... taking me so fucking good.â the words are almost a growl, filled with barely restrained control as he fights the urge to pound into you.
his hands move to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave marks, steadying himself as he sinks even deeper.
your moans spill freely now, raw and needy, muffled slightly by the pillow you bury your face into. he starts to move, slowly at first, pulling out just enough before thrusting back in, his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside you.
the rhythm is torturously slow, each stroke making you whimper, your back arching even further in a silent plea for more.
âplease... more,â you manage to gasp out, your voice shaky. âjungkook, i need it.. need you.â
âyeah?â he rasps, picking up the pace, thrusts becoming sharper, each one driving you into the mattress. âwant it harder, baby? want me to ruin you?â
âyes.. yes mmph- more!â you cry, your voice breaking as he slams into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. your nails claw at the sheets, the friction of his hips against your ass making stars dance behind your eyelids.
his fingers snake around to your front, finding your swollen clit, and he rubs it in tight, quick circles. your entire body jolts, your hips bucking back against him as you let out a loud, broken moan.
âoh, fuck, thatâs it, that's a good fucking girl,â he hisses, feeling you clench around him, your walls fluttering as you near the edge.
âyouâre gonna cum for me, arenât you?â he growls against your ear, bending over you now, his hot breath fanning against your neck. he bites down on your shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to drive you wild.
âyou're gonna cum like the good girl you are?â
âyes n-ngh.. iâm close.. s-so close,â you whimper, your thighs trembling uncontrollably. his fingers press harder against your clit, his thrusts turning frantic.
âcum with me, babyâ he demands, his voice thick and commanding. thatâs all it takes. your body shatters. your vision going white as you scream his name. your walls squeeze him so tightly, milking his cock, and with a deep, guttural groan, he loses himself too, spilling inside you as his thrusts grow sloppy.
he stays buried inside you, his chest heaving against your back, both of you panting heavily. he leans down to press soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder.
after everything that just happened. you've made up your mind.
you're definitely going to ask for his number.
a/n: erm.. don't get into random strangers cars !! haha
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43) âgod youâre so emotionally constipated.â for Emily x Reader please.
history smothers us
emily prentiss x gn!reader
summary: years of unspoken words and misconceptions threaten to destroy what remains of a once close relationship. you couldn't imagine your life without emily. now you look at her and feel every part of the ocean that destroyed you both. featuring prompt "god you're so emotionally consitpated" from my prompt list.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: angst with a happy ending. mention of blood. no use of y/n. set in season 12. unit chief prentiss.
a/n: thank you so much for the request <3 sorry it took me a while I struggled to find the right idea. I imagine this wasn't what you had in mind but I do hope you enjoy it anyway. also side note: i've deleted my taglist, i'm restarting because it was years old so if anyone would like be re-tagged or anyone new would like to be added pls lmk!
The police lights flash in the midnight sky. Agents and local police spread across the farmhouse. And you, sitting in the back of an ambulance, blood dripping down the side of your head, the beginnings of a headache making itself known. Â
The bright torch shining in your eyes makes you wince, but the EMT clears you of a concussion and hands you pain meds to swallow. You drag your hand through your hair, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips.Â
The unsub had come out of nowhere and whacked you over the head with a metal pole, and he probably wouldâve done a lot more if it wasnât for Tara being two steps behind you.Â
Honestly, you were fine. A little banged up, with a nasty bruise already forming, but the blood had been wiped away and it was almost like it had never happened.
Well, apart from the very angry Unit Chief Prentiss stalking towards you.Â
You wish this was an unfamiliar sight, but god sheâd been back months now and you donât think her smile had been pointed in your direction once.Â
âWhat were you thinking?â She scolds, voice sharp and eyes narrowed. You donât miss the shaking of her hands as she holds them tightly on her hips or the rising flush of her cheeks, both she would blame on the cold but you knew they were born out of concern, not that sheâd ever admit it. Not anymore.
âIâm sorry I didnât realise the FBI now required its agents to have the abilities to see through walls.â You roll your eyes, the half-joke an attempt to fix her glare, but you know even as the words pass your lips itâs futile. Your shoulders slump, already tired for the fight ahead, âHe came out of nowhere, Prentiss.âÂ
Her lips purse, âThey require you to be able to clear a room. It seems you might need a refresher course. Maybe until you can be trusted and I deem you requalified itâs best you stay back in quantico.âÂ
âWhat?â You ask incredulously. Of all the dumb things- âLet me get this straight, youâre benching me over nothing? Tara was through that door seconds later. I wasnât defying your orders. You have no reason to do this!â
âI want you to redo your basic training so I know you can be trusted in the field.â She demands, stoic, serious, and so far away from the soft woman you used to be able to reach out to.Â
You laugh, but the noise is sad and wild. You shake your head in disbelief, watching the woman in front of you that years ago used to be the person you were closest to in the world. Now you stare at her and feel every part of the ocean that destroyed you both. âGod, youâre so emotionally constipated.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
You push yourself off the end of the ambulance, bringing yourself to your full height and meeting her gaze. You knew the day she accepted the unit chief position this wouldnât end well, there was too much history, too much the two of you had left unsaid, hurt and anger smothering any possible relationship left.Â
âLetâs not pretend this has anything to do with my performance.â You begin,
words low enough that if she didnât listen the words threatened to disappear with the wind, âItâs because I got hurt and youâd rather damage my career and ruin the tatters of our relationship than admit that me getting hurt scared you.âÂ
Emily steps backwards, face stricken. Her hands fall from her hips, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles for words.Â
You decide thereâs nothing left she can say. You excuse yourself and grab a lift with Luke, happy to leave the crime scene and your boss behind. After everyoneâs finished at the farmhouse and packed up at the police station itâs nearing two am and everyone is ordered back to the hotel to catch a few hours of sleep before the flight in the morning.Â
Your feet are dragging by the time you make it to your room. The meds have done their job though and your headache had faded away, but nothing but sleep was going to help your heavy and aching bones. You wave a tired goodbye to Tara, who unlike Emily had no issues checking in and making sure you were okay, and then retreat to your room.Â
You slump into the chair at the desk, telling yourself youâll find the energy to get ready for bed in one minute. But so thankful to finally be off your feet. Your reprieve lasts only minutes before a knock sounds at your door. A withered sigh leaves your lips and you consider ignoring it but still find yourself pushing yourself upright and making your way back to the door.Â
When you open it, you wish youâd listened to your thoughts.Â
âHi?â You say hesitantly, staring into the tired face of Emily Prentiss. Thereâs no anger, her shoulders are almost slumped, defeated maybe? You look away, too scared to analyse further.Â
âCan I come in?âÂ
You open the door further allowing her entrance. She smiles, tight lipped at you, nodding her thanks. You close the door and wait for her to speak, pondering how in the hell you both got to awkward silences and forced tight lipped smiles when years ago you two could share looks across the room and know what the other was thinking, spent hours talking and laughing together, how you had built a life and never thought there would be a day that she wasnât in it with you.Â
âWe canât go on like this.â She starts eyes meeting yours before flickering away, âThings between us have not been right since I returned and I think maybe we should clear the air. I want to be the Unit Chief, I want to be back here at Quantico but that only works if we can be a team.âÂ
You scoff. It slips from your mouth, uncontrolled and harsh. Emilyâs gaze snaps to yours, her surprise at the sound clear. You shake your head, âWhat is there to say?â Where would we even begin?
âI-â She chokes, blinking as the emotions claw at her throat. âIâm sorry for hurting you.â
Your brows draw in confusion as you shake your head, âWhat are you talking about?â
âAfter everything that happened with Doyle-â
Your eyes bulge, âYou think I'm still upset about that? God, do you think Iâm a monster? You survived. You lived. Thatâs all that matters.âÂ
Tears pool in her eyes, but she blinks them away, her gaze shifting to the wall as her fingers pick at a hangnail. She looks back at you, still picking, gaze more open and lost than youâve seen in a long time. âThen why? I hurt you. I can see it in the way you can barely stand to be around me, like it hurts you to even be in my presence.âÂ
You blow out a breath, eyes moving around the room before they land back on her and then away again. âItâs not your fault.â You breathe, emotions lodged in your throat and heart beating wildly against your chest as you try and force the words out. âYou didnât hurt me, I hurt myself. There was never going to be a life I led that you werenât right with me, you know?â You laugh, wet and broken.Â
Emilyâs mouth falls open, her eyes emotional pits that you donât dare hold.Â
âAnd then you left for London and I couldnât exactly be upset because I had no say in what you did with your life. We were just friends. I knew itâs what you needed and I donât resent you for that. I justâŚâ You take a breath, âI was so angry at myself for missing you, for thinking that I could be someone you would stay for.â
And there it was. The truth. Because at the end of the day, youâve always just wanted to be enough for the woman in front of you. For her to see you as more than just your friend. To one day have your feelings returned.Â
Sheâd left and youâd both been busy and youâd deliberately tried to separate yourself as well, drawing back from the painful reminder that you werenât enough. And since her return, all those emotions have been resurfacing, however much you tried to keep them buried. Because falling out of love with Emily Prentiss was just not something you were capable of, and youâve spent years trying too.Â
Emily approaches you, the space between you closing ever so slightly. Your gaze sticks to the ground, scared to see the easy to read emotions across her face. She takes a breath, the sound muffled by the beating of your heart.
âAfter I came back from Paris, I used to find myself looking at you and knowing I couldnât be that woman you remembered, the one you sought for. I wanted to. Desperately.â Her voice hitches, and then lowers to a hoarse whisper, âI wanted to be the woman you fell for.âÂ
Your eyes finally rise, against your will. Tears make their way in delicate paths down her cheeks, she looks every bit as lost as you feel. The only thing stopping you from falling apart is the fear that if you let go you may never recover.Â
âI didnât need you to be anyone. I just wanted you to be yourself. I wanted you to trust me.â You respond gently.
She shakes her head, âNo, everyone was looking for that version of me that I couldnât grasp onto.â
âEmily,â You sigh painfully. Her face crumples, eyes squeezing shut at the sound of her name from your lips. Itâs been so long, you know. âYou were healing from a trauma. Iâve always wanted the authentic you, whatever that includes. Why would that suddenly change?âÂ
She nods, a deep frown on her face as she accepts your words. Then a wet laugh, as she wipes away her tears. âIâve missed you. Every day. I hate being in the same room as you and it being awkward. I used to be able to look at you and know what youâre thinking. I want that back.âÂ
A small smile curves your lips, âMe too, more than anything.âÂ
âYeah?â She questions. Her teeth run across her lip, as she dares to hope. âYou think we could get back there?âÂ
Your heart hammers. âI just need you to be really clear here. What exactly are we getting back to?âÂ
She steps forward, finally close enough to touch. Her hand hesitantly reaches out and touches yours, her cold fingers intertwining with your warm ones. Your body remembers her touch, relaxes and leans into it automatically. You eat it hungrily, tracking the movement before your eyes rise to meet hers and find soft, open eyes watching you. âI want to make you fall in love with me again.â
Your breath catches in your throat, tears pooling in your eyes as your hand shakes in hers.
âAnd this time, I promise, Iâll be there to catch you.âÂ
âWe might have a slight problem with that plan.â You laugh, trying your hardest not to sob.
She frowns, nose wrinkling in the way you adore. âWhatâs that?âÂ
âItâs pretty difficult to re-fall in love when I never stopped loving you in the first place.â You huff, and Emily laughs, rich and free and bright. Her face joyful and happy, and with the wide bright smile youâve waited months to feel pointed in your direction. God the sight makes your head spin.
âIs that so?â She asks, hand moving up to cup your cheek, eyes full of love and pointed at you.Â
You can only nod, dizzy from her attention and the emotions coursing through your body.Â
When her lips find yours it feels like finally coming home. Soft and delicate, both too scared to push too hard, exploring slowing even as her hand holds your cheek and yours fists in her shirt. Youâve waited years for this, and if you get more of these than it will be worth it. Everything is worth it for the feeling of Emily in your arms.Â
When she pulls away, itâs too soon. You follow her mouth and she concedes and gives you a couple more slow kisses before she stops herself, resting her forehead against yours.
âI just want to say sorry for earlier.â She whispers into the safe space youâve built. âYou were right, I was scared when you got hurt. Daveâs already kicked my ass for my response, you wonât receive any disciplinary action.â
You nod slightly, her forehead moving against yours, âThank you.âÂ
âIt wonât happen again.â She promises, sealing the words with a kiss to your lips.Â
âI know.â You kiss her again, but this time you break out into a yawn midway through. Your momentarily forgotten exhaustion, making itself known.Â
She melts against you, caressing your cheek. âOh, you need to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow. Iâm taking you out for dinner.âÂ
You bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to take over your face, âA date?âÂ
She chuckles, rolling her eyes. âYes, a date. But only if you sleep first.âÂ
âYour wish is my command.â You canât stop the grin from taking over your face anymore. You press a peck to her lips and lead her back towards the door. âIâll see you tomorrow.âÂ
âTomorrow.â She agrees, eyes fluttering over your face as if sheâs committing every aspect to memory. âSleep well.âÂ
âYou too.âÂ
She presses one last kiss to your lips before she opens the door and makes her exit. You close the door quietly behind her, sinking back into it and allowing the giggle to finally escape your mouth.
What the fuck had just happened.Â
Emily Prentiss kissed you.Â
Emily Prentiss has feelings for you.Â
You werenât alone.
You bite your lip and push off the door, finally ready to get ready for bed and praying come morning that this would still be your reality.
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