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vidalinav · 3 years ago

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Stu(died)-Chapter 3

Summary: Cassian takes care of a sick Nesta

Nessian Modern AU-university setting.

Masterlist, Stu(died) Chapter List

(Rolls eyes hardcore) I am continuing this fic for literally five people. Smh.

Nesta comes to their tutoring session late and that’s the first thing that tips him off. Already his phone is in his hand ready to call 911. He has Nesta’s number in his phone saved. The first person listed in his text log under Nerd. He can always text or call her. He belongs to The Rat Pack in Nesta’s Snap Chat group, and he knows he can always contact Emerie or Gwyn if something is truly wrong. Yet he dials in 911 and his thumb hovers over the call button.

If she doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes, Cassian swears he’ll call.

Nesta’s never late. In fact, she’s annoyingly early. She practically has a stop watch in her hand at all times, counting every minute she waits. When Cassian comes running in five minutes later, as he so often does, panting with some excuse, Nesta doesn’t even bother looking up from her textbook. She merely gestures to the seat, a heavy sigh on her lips, like she’s running out of time to bore him death even as she fascinates him to pieces.

Her books should already be splayed onto the table, her pencils straight and neatly lined up. Today, the table is empty.

He’ll give it fifteen minutes and then he’s calling.

But Nesta shows up before another minute ticks by. She steps out of the elevator wearing that grey polo he’s seen on her a million times. She lugs her way to him, dragging her feet with the weight of those textbooks he’s sure are in her bag.

She’s wearing a mask, today, and that’s another thing that sends his brain screeching somethings not right here! It covers half of her face, and her eyes look tired from where they peak above the fabric. Cassian doesn’t even bother waiting for her to settle. Already he’s crossing his arms, his brows crinkling with concern and something like irritation.

How dare she think studying is more important than her health.

“Go home,” he says as she nears. Nesta only blinks as if as not understanding his words. The fact that she doesn’t immediately argue is enough for him to start gathering his things.

“What are you doing?” She says as he stuffs his notebook in his bag, “You have an exam in two weeks.” Nesta sets down her own, it slaps at the table with a heavy thump. Cassian can hear the zipper unzipping but not as well as the cough that roars out of her mouth.

It’s loud and wet, and Nesta pauses as if to get her bearings, covering her mouth with her arm. She coughs and coughs and Cassian lays a hand to his own chest. He can almost feel how much it hurts, how she gasps.

Cassian shakes his head, “No, I’m taking you home.”

Nesta’s brows furrow and she gets that look in her eyes. He just knows she’s going to fight him on this. “I--”

Cassian cuts her off, “please, save your breath. You’re going to make everyone sick.”

“I’m wearing a mask!” Nesta argues.

“It’s almost midterms.” Cassian gestures to the other occupants in the library. He sees one person with their hoodie pulled up over their head, clearly sleeping... and moves on to someone else. A group in the corner who’s standing by a whiteboard. “You want to take your chances with sleep deprived students?”

Nesta seems to think about that. While she does, Cassian zips up her bag and throws it over his shoulder. It’s as heavy as he thought it might be. Briefly, he thinks of making a joke about how she must have stuffed a body in here, but he doesn’t think she’d appreciate it, given how quiet she is.

Mentally, he starts making a list of everything she needs. Medicine? He’ll get the pills and the syrup, never mind if she scrunches her nose at the taste. He’ll get her soup. Not the canned. Cassian will buy the ingredients. He’s sure he can make something appeasing. Vaguely, he can remember his mom’s recipe. Beef broth and cabbage and squash. Hopefully she can stomach it. Never mind, the salt will be good for her.

“Hey,” she whines, blinking up at him slowly, “give me my bag.”

“Have you not heard me? You need to be home lying down. Not here, helping me study. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? I’m taking you home.”

Nesta crosses her arms and the intimidation tactic seems ridiculous with her face half covered and her endless sniffling. “You can try, but I’ll just refuse to tell you my apartment number.”

Cassian scoffs, “I know where you live. I can see your room from the house when you study at night.”

“Who says that out loud?” Nesta shouts.

She must be terribly ill if she’s yelling in a library. That’s all he can think as he gestures to the elevator, bags in hand.

“Never mind that. Let’s go,” Cassian says, walking ahead without her.

He can’t hear her shuffling though, so he turns back to find Nesta leaning on a chair, holding her stomach. He can already feel himself sighing.

Cassian rushes back just in time for Nesta to rip off her mask, and move to the closest trashcan. It’s situated under one of the bulletin boards and as Cassian sidles up to her, rubbing at her back and pulling her hair away, he looks to the papers tacked to the board.

Join the rowing team. Looking for tutors. Research participants wanted.

He can hear the retching and Cassian reads on.

Babysitter wanted for professor, transportation needed.

“I haven’t thrown up since middle school,” Nesta says pathetically. She frowns as he hands her his bottle of water. Her nose and cheeks are red and for some reason he thinks of Rudolph, lighting the way for Santa through the storm.

He feels bad for little Rudolph...

“Now will you let me take you home,” Cassian sighs. He hopes it doesn’t sound like an ‘I told you so’ but she should really be lying down. He lays a hand to her forehead, but she brushes him off, moving towards the bathrooms.

“I’ll wait right here,” he says, but Nesta moves ahead as if she doesn’t hear him at all. Cassian can’t find it in himself to mind. A sick Nesta is guaranteed to be a stubborn Nesta, he just knows.

When she gets out, she looks surprised to see him and that’s another look that just proves how sick she must be. It’s a fairly obvious prediction that he’s going to wait next to the girl's bathroom, counting ceiling tiles. It’s a perfectly ‘Cassian with Nesta’ thing to do.

“You’re skipping class?”

Nesta coughs again, and she looks perfectly pitiful as she blinks her tired eyes. Cassian can feel his lips frown, and he shifts her bag more securely on his shoulder if only to keep himself from reaching out for her. Already he can feel his hands bunch into fists because he wants to grab her own and squeeze it until she's reassured. He wants to hug her until she feels better.

But he can’t.

Cassian lists every action he wants to do. Kiss her forehead where Nesta rubs her hand, because she must have a headache from how sick she is. Put on her favorite movie, so she can fall asleep to its sound. Run to every store, raiding every Walgreens and CVS until he comes back with a pharmacy.

What might she allow now that she’s sick? Will she let him fuss like he wants to?

But Nesta rolls her eyes in that haughty way of hers. “You can’t do that.”

“I can’t do what?” Cassian asks and he wonders if she can read his thoughts. If she studies him so well, reads him like one of her textbooks, memorizing facts and facial features.

“You can’t skip class,” she argues. “Why am I tutoring you if you’re going to skip class?”

At the words, all Cassian wants to do is sigh. She’s thinking about attendance at a time like this...

“Nesta, there is no class more important than you.”

Her brows crinkle at the center like she’s going to start arguing, but Cassian allows himself one touch. He places his thumb there, between her brows, smoothing out the lines. Nesta rips away, blinking up dazed and all too confused. Cassian would laugh at the look, if he didn’t need the distraction.

He juts his head to the elevator quickly. “Let’s go. We can walk slow, so don’t overexert yourself.”

Nesta scrunches up her nose, so cute and red, but she follows him anyway albeit a little petulantly. She holds her hand out for her bag, but Cassian turns toward the doors, pretending not to see.

“How does me being sick make you bossy?”

Cassian doesn’t dare to respond. He doesn’t know whether he’ll admit that he wants to take care of her, that’s he’s so worried a knot twists in his stomach, or if he’ll make some joke, he knows will make her mad. Maybe that’s the better option, he thinks. He can handle a mad Nesta. He likes a mad Nesta, but a Nesta who so easily rejects him?

Cassian doesn’t know about that.

“You don’t have any classes left this week, right?”

Nesta coughs into her sleeve before answering. Though she means to sound queenly, she only sounds sick, “you know where I live, and you also know my class schedule... seems suspicious if you ask me.”

“I’ve known you for two years.”

“And murder victims are three times more likely to be killed by someone they know."

Cassian huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, “Do you still go to sleep watching SVU? Or have you switched to Lifetime movies where the babysitters always try to kill the wife?”

“People should be wary about the people they know,” Nesta shrugs as if that’s answer enough.

Cassian snorts, “well you don’t have to be wary of me.”

As the elevator doors open, Cassian gestures for her to go first and Nesta does, but not before crossing her arms.

“That’s just what a murderer would want me to think.” She squints as if dissecting him, limb by limb. “You kill me, and I’ll haunt you. You won’t be able to sleep at night without thinking of me.”

Too late, Cassian thinks.

It’s much too late for that.

Rudolph has the patience of a five-year-old when she’s sick. Cassian learns this fairly quickly when he runs inside a Walgreens on their way to Nesta’s apartment.

There’s a bench that she can sit on, where she can wait if she feels tired, but no. Nesta decides she needs to run errands. She has an entire basket filled by the time he finds her again. She’s by the greeting cards, holding three open at a time. Cassian huffs with a receipt and medicine in hand.

“Here,” he says, giving her the cough medicine. “Take some of this.”

Nesta doesn’t even bother with pouring. He watches as she rips the cap away, taking a swig right out of the bottle, gulping it down.

“That’s way more than the suggested amount,” he cries, “you can get drunk on this stuff!”

“Good, maybe I’ll forget this day ever happened.”

Cassian sighs... it seems all he does is sigh when she’s like this. A sick Nesta is a petulant, irritated Nesta with a permanent furrow between her brows.

“I know you feel sick,” he tries to placate, “but I bet you’d feel a whole lot better if we get you home as soon as we can... so you can lie down and sleep.”

Nesta only picks up another Halloween card. She ignores his suggestion, laughing under her breath as she reads whatever inane joke is written there. Soon, she’s coughing though, and Cassian reaches for the basket just to stop himself from rubbing a hand down her back, combing his fingers through her hair.

Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn, his thoughts scream.

Cassian looks to the contents to distract himself from her watery eyes, and that’s when he notices what she’s grabbed. It seems that while he was in the cold and flu aisle, Nesta was raiding the snacks.

“What is this?” He gestures to the basket. Two boxes of cereal. Caramel corn. Baked Lay’s and cans of Arizona tea. Cassian takes one and holds it up. “Really Nesta?”

“What it’s green tea!” she argues, shoving another card back in its slot.

“This is all... junk,” he tries to explain, but Nesta’s already glowering.

“Look I don’t question your decisions. You don’t question mine.”

Cassian gives her a bland look. “You question my decisions all the time. Before we came in here, you literally said ‘why are we going in here, Cassian? Weren’t you supposed to take me home.’ You said that.”

Nesta simply raises her chin, pulling out another card. “I recall no such thing.”

“Fine,” Cassian grumbles, “if you want to eat yourself to an early grave and ignore everything that could potentially make you feel better than that’s just fine with me.”

“Good,” she says, putting back the other cards. Nesta settles for a pop-up that sings Monster Mash when she opens it. She sets it in the basket he holds, walking ahead without even looking back. “I’m ready to check out.”

“Really?” Cassian jokes, mockingly. “Are you sure you raided the candy aisle?”

Nesta stops in her tracks, peering through the section with printer ink and paper as if she can see the other side. He swears he’d facepalm if he wasn’t carrying all this stuff.

“You’re right,” she says, nodding.

“Wait!” Cassian calls. “Where are you going? Nesta!”

Too late. He can already hear crunching bags.

The variety packs.

Cassian sighs, lugging their things to the aisle next door.

“Can I use these vegetables?” Cassian asks, as Nesta shoves open the door to her room. He’s surprised she’s not still by the freezer. When they first get back to her place, she sticks her head in there and he wonders if he should suggest taking her temperature, or if she’s doing it just to show him she’s annoyed.

Perhaps her ears bleed from the sound of his voice.

That seems like something Nesta would say.

“They’re Emerie’s. Why?”

“To make soup,” Cassian explains, rifling through the contents. There’s zucchini and summer squash. Onion, fresh parsley and carrots. Cabbage and lettuce. Fresh fruit. He can make a nice stew out of this.

Nesta scoffs, “I don’t need soup.”

She enters her room, shoving the door back behind her until it leaves only a crack.

“You can leave now,” she yells. “I’m home like you wanted.”

“Are you lying down?” He asks, crossing his arms sternly though she can’t see him.

Nesta sighs loudly, “you’re annoying!”

“Maybe if you got some rest, I’d be less annoying,” Cassian sings brightly.

He can hear the soft sound of her voice. “Doubt.”

Cassian shakes his head with a smirk. He opens his snapchat where The Rat Pack is the first on the list, but the group name has changed... to People I Tolerate.

That’s got to be Nesta.

Cassian laughs under his breath and types. Can I use your vegetables? Making Nesta soup.

Emerie’s bitmoji pops up at the bottom, but the person who texts back first is not Emerie, but Gwyn.

You’re at our house?

Cassian can almost hear her voice. Stern and cautious. He’s almost certain she doesn’t like him. Gwyn looks at him with even more disdain than Nesta when he's around. That stay away from my friend look.

He sighs. Yes, Nesta’s sick.

Gwyn’s quick to respond. I can come home early. I need to drop off a paper, but I can be there in 30.

Cassian rolls his eyes and types, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of her.

Nesta’s face pops up. I can take care of myself.

“No, you can’t!” Cassian yells.

“Yes, I can!” Nesta yells back, but then she starts coughing again and he can hear her groan in the other room. Cassian raises a brow at her door.

I’m going to make soup. I’ll make enough for all of you, but can I use stuff from the fridge? I’ll replace it all.

Emerie’s face pops up and then disappears quickly. He’s about ready to go to the store himself or at least next door to the House, but Emerie’s text appears.

I have no objections to this.

Cassian smiles in relief, and he’s about to set down his phone when another notification appears. It’s Emerie again.

And if you make good soup, you can stay indefinitely.

Cassian sends a winking emoji. Nesta sends back the emoji with the straight mouth and eyes. Before he can frown at what that means, Cassian sees that the group name has changed... to Three’s Company.

That’s got to be Gwyn.

Stone cold, Emerie texts back.

Cassian decides he’s going to ignore that for the moment and focus on the objective at hand.

Soup.

Cassian pulls out the vegetables and looks through the cupboards. Emerie, it seems, has all the good spices. He finds the broth packets stored in the back, and he pulls out some beef from the freezer. It’ll need to defrost but he can start the broth now, get the vegetables soft, and brown the beef later. It’ll take a couple of hours anyway.

Occasionally, he hears a cough as he works. Then a sweet laugh... followed by a cough and a groan. Cassian feels bad for her he does, but he can’t help but find the whole situation amusing. She should be resting and yet she seems to be wide awake.

Nesta doesn’t come out of her room though. It’s as if he’s not even there, and he takes that time to look over her shared apartment. There are three doors, each with a letter at the front. The N is blue, the E, green, and the G, pink. He doesn’t know how it’s possible to have a living room that looks like all three, but somehow it works. It’s studious and bright. Colorful, but subdued. There are way too many throw pillows and books scattered everywhere, but there’s also a TV with a fireplace under it. He can just imagine Nesta laughing at scary movies. Some slasher fic she’ll watch like she’s taking notes.

He can imagine Nesta everywhere, in fact.

This is where she eats. Where she sits. Where she studies. This is where she trips over shoes if they’re not neatly lined up and where she complains about dirty dishes. This is where she cooks... if she does cook. Cassian doesn’t know.

Maybe he’ll get to find out one day.

Once the water starts boiling and the meat is in the microwave to defrost, Cassian goes to check how Rudolph is doing.

He knocks on her door lightly, pushing it open. “Nesta?”

Cassian’s never seen her room before, say for when she sits by the window with her curtains wide open, and just like then, it seems like an invasion of privacy to do so now. But Nesta’s plopped on top of her bed, tucked beneath her blue comforter, and she sets down her phone when he appears at the door.

Her whole room is filled with blues and creams, and it looks exactly what he imagines Nesta’s room to look like. The large calendar, an agenda on the desk, bookshelf after bookshelf lining her walls. There are also things he doesn’t know of her yet. Pictures and posters and a.... stuffed lobster? Cassian holds it up.

“Would you stop looking around?” Nesta groans. She has her arm resting over her eyes, and he wonders if it’s because she doesn’t want to see him looking or if she feels that bad that the light is bothering her.

She should be getting some rest, he thinks.

“Where did you get a stuffed lobster?”

Nesta coughs out her response.

The sound makes Cassian grimace, his chest ache with need, but he doesn’t rush over like he wants to. This is her house, her room... and this is Nesta who doesn’t like to be coddled by anyone.

“It’s a heat pack,” she says at last, after she catches her breath.

“A heat pack?” Cassian looks to the soft red claws that dangle. He’s never seen anything so soft be a heat pack.

“For cramps,” she says as if it’s obvious. Nesta must take his silence to mean ignorance for she lifts onto her elbows, raising a judgmental brow. “Please tell me you know what periods are or am I am going to have to go back to teaching you biology?”

“No,” Cassian draws out, “I know what periods are.”

Nesta mumbles a thank god and Cassian watches as she shifts under the covers, pulling them up until they hover just beneath her mouth.

“Are you cold?” Cassian asks, looking around her room. He spots his burgundy hoodie neatly folded and nearly yanks it from her desk. “Here. Wear my sweatshirt.”

“I just washed it,” Nesta whines, “I was going to give it back to you.”

Cassian’s confused by the words, but he merely gestures for her to budge up. He’s thankful when she doesn’t argue. He rolls the sweatshirt over her head and Nesta fits her arms through the sleeves.

“You didn’t have to wash it,” he says, watching as she pats down her hair. If only he could pull it up for her, comb his fingers through it. She could use his scrunchie too, if she wanted.

Nesta rolls her eyes, and he can only imagine what she thinks. He can practically hear the words. Of course, you wouldn’t care about clean clothes.

Her expressions practically give her away--everything she feels and thinks. Cassian wonders if he knows how open she is to the rest of the world. He wonders if she’d hate him if he told her this.

“It was going to smell like me,” she frowns.

Cassian wants to huff out a laugh. That is perfectly fine by him.

“Stop laughing,” she whines, “I’m being serious.”

“Yes, you’re being very serious.” He can’t help his smirk as he gazes up at her. He doesn’t even realize he’s on her bed, sitting to the side of her all bunched up in red. Her nose to the fabric. He almost wants to say she looks cute in his hoodie, all sick like that, but he knows she’ll only bite at him, remarking about how he has some weird fetish for sick girls.

Cassian holds back a laugh as he hears the microwave ding. He needs to turn the meat around, so it doesn’t cook through, but Nesta grips his arm. His head whips towards her and... Nesta’s gazing up at him. Her eyes are a soft blue. Just like her room.

“You’re warm,” she says. To explain herself, he thinks, and why she holds him as if she doesn't want him to move.

Cassian’s lips raise lightly, and he places the back of his hand on her forehead. “You must be worse than you’re letting on if you're okay with me being in your bed.”

Nesta scoffs, “you’re on it. Not in it. I’ll make that distinction very clear.”

“You can’t be that sick then,” Cassian shrugs, smiling. “If you’re making everything sound like a tutoring session.”

Her cheeks flush a bright pink and Cassian thinks she must have a fever. He wonders if he should search for an ice pack or make one, so she doesn’t get too hot.

“Are you tired?” He asks, noting how slowly she blinks. “You did drink a lot of cough syrup.”

“I also took a NyQuil,” she says, closing her eyes.

Cassian huffs, “remind me to teach you how read warning labels when your fully coherent.”

He can hear the microwave ding again, and it reminds him of an alarm. Wake up! It seems to say. Being in Nesta’s room does feels like falling asleep. Rather dream-like and hazy. The microwave dings incessantly, but Cassian doesn’t want to wake up just yet.

Her hand is still on his arm. It’s so much smaller than his and he wants to trace the skin there and see if it’s as soft as it looks. Cassian doesn’t dare look at her, in case she doesn’t just bang together two loud cymbals and tell him to get up and out and away.

Cassian looks ahead instead, fixing his gaze on the stuffed lobster on her desk.

“Nesta,” he starts and then swallows. He feels nervous, his hands clammy. “Nesta, I really think you and I... we’d be good together.”

Cassian takes a breath, and he stares at the lobster as if it’s her face. “We’ve known each other for a long time now and I... I haven’t hid how I feel about you.” His heart is beating way too fast, and he doesn’t feel any freer from speaking the words, but Cassian decides it’s time to rip the Band-Aid off. “I thought maybe... we could try it out. See if you might be comfortable with it. If you might like me... too?”

He doesn’t know why he words that like a question, but Nesta doesn’t say a word. Cassian looks back, hoping there’s no disgust in baby blue. He doesn’t know what he’d do if she just outright says he’s trash and she’ll never like him.

But Nesta’s fast asleep.

Cassian doesn’t bother sighing as he grips her limp hand, setting it on the blanket. He doesn’t bother being disappointed when he tucks the comforter around her. Her cheeks are a lobster-red and he rubs a thumb lightly there, wondering what it would be like to hold her face in his palm and kiss at her nose. Would she complain as he pecked her lips? You’ll get sick Cassian.

Then we can stay in bed together, Nesta.

No. Cassian’s not disappointed at all.

He’ll tuck away his dreams where tomorrow lives.

Today, he’ll stick to what he’s good at, so Cassian heads to the kitchen to make soup.

~ ~

Mwahahahaahah

In case you missed, here’s the stuffed lobster in the flesh.

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chipper-smol · 3 years ago

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Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Babysitter SL

Prompt: Shade (lord) is in the midst of final exams and they’re more stressed and tired than usual while babysitting. They accidentally fall asleep in the middle of a calm spell and the god babies become worried. The next time Shade comes over, all of the god babies present a gift they all made together!

By @minnesotamidian-blog

Shade barely noticed their surroundings as they entered the nursery playroom. Plastic clattered and they sighed as Radiance yelled at the top of her lungs. At least she wasn't screaming. Yet. The scene was set: Unn was still in a crib and chewing on a bar, Root was climbing slowly onto a chair. Radiance was knocking over plastic blocks as Grimm cackled away. For once, Wyrm was playing peacefully with a kick toy, batting at it with his tail. Root got onto the chair and squealed, raising her arms. "Big Root now!" The little blue-eyed godling squeaked out.

Shade picked her up, hugged her to their chest before holding her out. "Now you're a flying Root."

She screamed laughter as Shade tiredly walked her around the room before setting her down near some of her favorite toys. They made sure nobody else had claimed the chair and took a seat, bending over to pick up the fussy moth. "Ancient enemy!" Of course she bit their hand.

Shade winced and just ran a hand over her fluff. "Are you hungry for something that isn't void?" They spoke tiredly.

"Oranges!" She yelled out.

The teen sighed as he went to the mini-fridge with snacks and found some miracle of miracles! pre-peeled oranges. Shade pulled them out and put her in a high chair with one at a time so she wouldn't be tempted to throw the extras at them.

Finals were here and they were really taking it out of the gangly god. Why did they have to know stuff about inorganic chemistry? Why did they have to know about history nobody cared about? There were some fun subjects, but the finals seemed to even suck the fun out of those classes, going over notes and studying everything just in case. They'd been pulling long nights and the night before had been an all-night cram session-and they still had to come to work, they couldn't afford not to. They'd underlined all the stuff the teacher had said was important to remember and had written down stuff from the last finals about each teacher's usual tests.

It made narrowing down what to study from impossible to I'm totally toast. They groaned as they set down a calmer Radiance the opposite side of the room from Wyrm. She found toys that interested her, at least. Root wandered over to Wyrm, who was really into knocking at the kick toy and purring. Root settled nearby and burbled as she hugged and gnawed a plushie.

The teen couldn't help it. The kids were calm for once; their head started to tilt forward, eyes heavy. They were exhausted. Shade's eyes closed and their breathing deepened. At first, their toys were too interesting to notice their babysitter's state; but it didn't take long for Grimm to get bored enough to fly over and notice. "...Shade? Shade's eyes are closed." They landed and the four children not in a crib headed for the batlike godling.

"Is Shade dead?" Wyrm sounded worried.

"Don't be stupid, they're having a nap!" Radiance huffed.

Root looked up and swayed before patting Shade's leg. "Grown-ups don't have nap times." She was tearing up.

"Nuh-uh, they're having bad dreams and it's tasty!" Grimm clamored onto their lap.

The others joined, Radiance grabbing Unn to join them on the sleeping teen. Grimm rested between Shade's horns, Unn was on one shoulder, Radiance on the other, with Root and Wyrm curled up together on Shade's lap, Wyrm purring for once.

When Shade woke up, they were surprised by the weight on their body and forced themself to look down and around before moving. "Uh oh, I fell asleep… sheesh, I'm glad this place isn't a fiery disaster." They picked the godlings up. "You're not dead!" Wyrm exclaimed.

Root burst into tears and even Grimm joined in on the crying spat. Shade sighed and spent the rest of the time comforting them until meal time and settled them down. Time to go home for them all!

But the worry didn't leave the heads of the little godlings. "We should make something for Shade. If they're having nightmares, they might be sad." Radiance sighed. "But that doesn't mean I feel bad for my ancient enemy!" "What do we make?" Root twirled around, slowly turning in place until she fell onto pillows in her dizziness.

"Something of clay! I can burn it dry!" Grimm hopped around.

"But there's no clay." Unn spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "But there's crayons and paper."

"Oooh. We can make a pretty picture for Shade!" Wyrm waved his head happily. The group went for papers and each started to draw on the paper. "You're taking up too much paper!" Wyrm whined. Radiance complained in turn, pointing at the color he was using. "I want that color!"

Wyrm growled and argued back. "I had it first!"

They started rolling around over their drawings, biting and clawing. Grimm gave a solid scream that startled the two. "You ruined Shade's pretty pictures!" He yelled.

The two looked at each other and hung their heads. "...sorry." Radiance muttered. "-'m sorry." Wyrm looked away from the moth, skulking. "Start again? You can have the crayon, Radiance…"

Radiance took the crayon and they all picked up the last piece of paper. "I think this is better." Root spoke cheerfully.

It was three days later, once Shade had a solid night's sleep and finals completed that they'd returned to work. A large construction sheet of paper in grey covered in scribbles and rough names and messages was waiting for them.

Feel better soon Shade

Love you

Best babysitter

Tastiest nightmare!

Not the worst anciant ancient enemy.Shade could only feel warmth and laugh, hugging the drawing to themself. There were some days the job felt like the best thing in the world. ------------------------------- By @tomatotimes

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By @loud-whistling-yes

"No."

The kids protested louder. Shade lifted the TV remote higher up, now above their head.

"Screentime's over, I said no."

Wyrm attempted to crawl up their leg in what was a rather pathetic attempt at stealing the remote, but was promptly shaken off. Grimm tried next, flying overhead to snatch the controller. Shade ducked and grabbed him by the tail before he could send himself flying straight towards the ceiling fan for the third time that day.

"Find something else to do," Shade said as they stuffed the remote deep into their pocket, much to everyone else's dismay. "Look, as much as I'd love to shut you guys up for the whole day, you've all been staring at the TV for hours now and I don't want to get in trouble with your parents."

Louder complaints.

"No, no, no. I am not cracking this time." Shade announced as they pulled Radi, who was hissing like an angry cat, off their jeans and pulled their phone out. "You guys got me last week, never again. No more TV for you, we're doing something else before I lose my money for tonight. Google almighty, what is your suggestion."

activities to do with children

fun activities to do with children

activities to do with toddlers

what can I do with kids that isn't a major headache to deal with goddamnit

Go to the park? Shade took about half a second to consider the thought before wondering why they even thought it was possible anyways. Five kids from the deepest depths of hell, outdoors? No. No park.

Finger painting? A pain to clean up, but better than outdoors. Then they looked up from their phone and considered the idea with greater thought. Grimm's wings, Radi's legs, Unn and Wyrm's… er…. Body?.... Nevermind.

Play pretend? …. If they hear the name Hallownest one more time they might just go insane.

Hide and seek? No. No no no no no. No more hide and seek. Shade was utterly sick of hide and seek. If they had to spend another second stuffed inside the closet or trying to get Radi off the roof they'll probably quit the job right there and then.

Baking?

… That might work. Sure, cleaning up is gonna be absolute hell but it's the only thing Google suggested that they haven't tried yet without horrible results.

Shade stuffed their phone back into their pocket and made a getaway to the kitchen, everyone else following, probably still trying to get the remote back. Butter, eggs, flour, sugar, oh, even some chocolate chips…

"Well then," They declared, pulling every ingredient out of the cabinet and fridge. "We're making cookies! And no, no one is allowed to touch the oven when it's hot. If you guys behave we'll have cookies in like, an hour or something like that."

The kids watched in confusion as Shade ran around the kitchen, pulling out bowls and spoons and a bunch of other utensils while typing furiously on their phone.

Cookies recipe

Cookies recipe easy

Cookies recipe for beginners

Cookies recipe for kids

"What do you guys think about chocolate chip cookies?"

Multiple chitters of approval. "Chocolate chip cookies it is then."

Step one: sieve the flour. Oh wyrm, first step and it's already gonna go to shit.

"Okay, you guys can watch this but for the love of the holy wyrm, do not touch it." Shade measured the correct amount of flour before scooping Wrym and Unn off the floor onto the table so they could see while Radi pulled herself onto the chair. The Lady had already clinged herself onto their sweater and Grimm was doing just fine flying nearby.

“You guys get one chocolate chip each if you guys behave and don’t get flour everywhere.” Shade added. “Now, Lady, hold still and don’t move, I gotta keep my hands steady for this…”

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"Okay, chocolate chip time." Shade popped open the jar of chocolate as the kids cheered. "Actually, we’re not supposed to be eating this plain, cause it's going into the cookies. But no one actually does that so you guys get five chips each for not setting the kitchen on fire so far."

"The recipe says a cup of chocolate chips but we all know that's a lie." They added while shoving their phone back in their pocket and grabbing a handful of chips before mixing the batter together. "I'm probably not someone you should take life lessons from, but here's one thing I can guarantee you should take to heart: never follow the recipe when it comes to chocolate chips, you count that with your soul."

Final step: oven time. The oven was preheated earlier, and the only thing left was to get the cookies into the tray and into the oven. "Now, who wants to make heart-shaped cookies?"

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Three deformed stars, five mutated trees, two malformed cats, several irregular hearts, a couple handfuls of chocolate eaten straight from the jar, and one (1) perfectly round cookie later, the cookies were on the tray, in the oven, and in a surprising turn of events, no one burned themselves… yet. Shade grabbed everyone and made sure no one was in a five-meter radius within the oven before picking up all the dirty bowls and utensils. “Cookies will have to sit in there for about 15 minutes, we’ll be cleaning up in the meantime.”

“Don’t look at me like that, and no whining, if you want cookies you gotta deal with the mess afterwards. That's the payoff, unless you're a wizard who has a passion for baking. Then that's fair, I guess." They dumped all the used utensils they could find and turned on the sink. The sief, three bowls, tablespoons and teaspoons.. Oh wait.

"Radi, the big wooden spoon, please?" Shade called, sponge in their hand and bowls being thoroughly rinsed.

Radi, of course, was not willing to help, because she's basically a feral house cat that just so happened to grow more legs than the average feline. Shade sighed and moved on to finding the next helper they could find.

"Grimm, I know you're touching the oven, stop it. I'm pretty sure you're immune to fire but not everyone else and you're setting a bad example for them. Get me the spoon please."

“Lady, here’s a cloth, help me dry the bowls up. Wyrm, … i have no idea how you can help, no limbs and all but uh, could you go get Unn? I have no idea where she went. Thanks.” The last sentence was to Grimm, who flew over with the mixing spoon and dropped it into the sink while Wyrm scurried away to find Unn, wherever she’s napping at.

"Radi? Radi, I know you're right behind me, stop pretending that you can't hear me. Lady has an extra cloth with her, you're on table wiping duty."

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“See? That wasn't so bad,” Shade sent the last of the bowls back into the cupboards and closed it shut. “And the cookies are pretty much done.”

“Also, no. You may not eat the cookies the moment I pull them out of the oven. These rules also apply to Grimm because it's unfair to everyone else.. Don’t look at me like that Grimm, I know you’ll eat them all before they cool and leave us nothing.”

The cookies smelt delicious, and were left on the dining table to cool. “Now that it's cooling down, it's naptime.”

A chorus of groans and wailing.

“It’ll be ready when you guys get up. Up up up, sleep time.”

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If you’ve been anywhere near toddlers before, you’d know that getting them to nap in their bedrooms is a near-impossible situation. And Shade was not a person who deals with near-impossible situations well. So following the months old custom, Shade turned on the tv, remote miraculously not pickpocketed, collapsed onto the couch, and waited for everyone piling on them to fall asleep before moving them into their bedroom and pretending they managed to wrangle them all into bed.

And it all goes to plan, the Lady and Wyrm were sound asleep on their lap, Radi and Unn were dozing off on their shoulders, and they're pretty sure the snoring from the top of their head was coming from Grmm. Now, step 2: get everyone off them and onto the beds.

… Or maybe later. It's been a long day, and the couch is pretty comfy. Yeah, just five more minutes, nothing wrong with that…

And if the parents came home to see a cleaner-than-expected kitchen, a tray of chocolate chip cookies, and five kids snoring on top of their babysitter, also sound asleep, then that’s nobody’s business.

And if the originally completely full jar of chocolate chips was pretty much empty, then that’s no one’s business as well.

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By @astronomicartz

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By @hollow-kin

Shade lord wanted to take a nap. They are sooo tired, but they are babysitting 5 baby gods for 5$/H. Grimm is a brat, Radiance his sister is also a brat. Unn was ether eating or seeping, same with grub1. Lady was, well sweet and cuddly. they needed to find a distraction for the kids, what would work?

Would tv work, would cartoons work? They had dinner already. Tv had to work or grub and radiance would destroy the house. They needed to take a nap. Now what to watch was a different question, they would have to ask the kids. “so, what do guys want to watch? “Movie!” well they were all in agreement, what was good. “What kind of movie do you guys want to watch?” “Fire!” “dath” “animal” “tree” “ok. No, we are NOT watching fire.” “awww” “i do not know what dath means so no. So nature show it is then.” they go over to the tv and turn it on, then select the world around us. Lady was quick to fall asleep, on their lap. Shade lord slowly fell asleep, and grub nested between grub and shade lord. Grimm climed up to shade lord's head.

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By @hawaiianbabidoll

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By @neoliberalsatan

A gentle darkness surrounded the shade lord. He finally felt at ease. "finally", he thought, "rest." it didn't take long after that before the darkness started to take shape and a whole new world created out of shadows sheathed him.

But the happiness of the shadows didn't last long. A new and a new sound drowned out their world and all the animals and plants took to hiding back in his head. The shade lord felt the distressed creations stir inside his mind and woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He rubbed his lowest eyes and accepted the call

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Oh sorry dear, i know it's terribly late but we got an unexpected call and need to leave. Since you've babysat Unn multiple times we assumed she would like to stay with you. Is it okay for you? Can we bring her to your place?" The shade lord thought for a moment and decided he could use the money. "Yea it's fine, she's always such a pleasure to babysit." The voice on the other side sounded relieved. "Thank you. You're a life saver. We will make sure you're compensated accordingly."

Feeling a bit more awake after the phone call he started to prepare for having baby Unn over. After a while her parents arrived and after some greetings he was home alone with the baby. He walked with her in his arms towards the living room and placed her gently inside the crib. She opened her eyes for a moment after losing the feeling of someone holding her, but then closed them again and fell back asleep.

The shade lord decided he couldn't sleep anymore and made some popcorn and decided to put on a movie. It didn't even take 20 minutes before he got called again.

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Oh yes finally someone who answers. Sorry but you're our last hope. We were going somewhere tonight but our babysitter called off. Do you think you could babysit our lovely Radiance? She's very good behaved and won't cause you trouble." "yea, no problem. You'll just need to bring her to my place if it's no trouble"

Not even 5 minutes later the parents showed up and dropped of their larva. Shade lord looked at it a bit confused but didn't get the time to say anything because the parents left as soon as they handed her over. He closed his front door and gave the larva a good look. She was white and had a fluffy appearance. She had 5 pairs of legs and yellow-orange eyes. She started to writhe a little bit and shade lord made sure to hurry to the living room. He took a pillow and placed it on the couch and softly laid her on it. She seemed at ease and rested on the pillow all stretched out

Shade lord continued his movie, which was finally starting to get interesting, but as usual the commercial break hit. He was in the kitchen making more popcorn when he got another call.

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Hello, is this the babysitter?" "Yes, that's the one you're speaking with." "Great, a family member had an accident and i need to be there for them so do you think you could babysit for me?" "Yep, totally." "Thank you, can we bring him to you?" "Oh yea, no problem."

A few minutes later his doorbell rang and he hurried towards it. The father carried his toddler in what could only be described as wing-esque appendages. The shade lord extended his arms for the man to put his toddler in and felt a gentle brush of the leathery membrane. He shivered lightly before feeling a sudden warmth light up in his face, like someone has started a fire. When he looked back up the man was gone and he closed the door. The creature he was holding in his arms was unlike anything he had ever seen. 2 horns sprouted from its black head. The face was as bleak as white linen on a summer day. It seems she likes make-up because she had already 2 black lines running from her cheeks towards her eyes, eventually fading into the darkness of her head. She had the same membranes as her father and no limbs besides it.

He wasn’t even in the living room before he heard his front door being was under siege. He put the weird creature down and opened the front door. Immediately he was assaulted by Hollow, a very energetic child. He was wearing a green cloak today and it finally seemed he was starting to grow bigger than a hand. His horns has also branched into the inside. Immediately after Hollow jumped on his he could hear Pale complain about his unprofessional work attitude. Although he was bigger than most it seems he wouldn’t grow much anymore. His tiny stature didn’t discourage him from being bossy. Finally White entered. By far the biggest of the bunch, she was also the most introverted. Her roots slid elegantly over towards him and even managed to stop Pale from talking for a moment.

He took them inside the living room only to find that somehow the larva and the winged creature had somehow gotten into a fight and now both were in hiding in opposite sides of the room. Normally he wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this if somehow his couch wasn’t full of tiny needles and a chair was on fire. He rushed to the tap to fill a bowl of water to extinguish the little fire. With the attention being diverted Hollow managed to slip from the watch of Pale and could now be found in the corner Radiance was hiding. The larva figured out quickly he liked to play games and had soon enough set up a plan to make him betray Pale.

In the meantime White had climbed the couch and started pulling out the needles while Shade lord had figured out what the membrane between the appendages from the weird creature were for. Namely, for flight. And now she was attacking his horns and he couldn’t reach her. As if her flying was not good enough alone, whenever he raised his arms she would back off and launch a little fireball All this commotion woke up baby Unn who slowly started to slither away from her crib to find food.

The shade lord finally had enough of the little fire hazard and rushed towards the pantry to get a kettle. Once he had found it he peeked around the corner only to find that fire hazard eating his popcorn! All caution was thrown aside and he grabbed her by the guts and put her inside the kettle. She tried to heat it but he added some water to it. While it evaporated quickly it was apparently enough to bring over the message. Now he could focus his attention back on the larva again, only she could’ve produced those needles, which White was making great progress with removing them as a quick glance told him.

Now back to Pale and Radiance who were apparently having a fight (Darkness, that larva really has a talent to provoke others). They were arguing near the coffee table, because apparently they wanted a fight so bad they just ran to each other and met in the middle. Hollow was climbing one of the legs of the table, but wasn’t noticed by the shade lord because he was too occupied with the other 2. He tried to separate the arguing pair but they were at each other’s throats. They even had summoned a needle and a tiny dagger to fight each other. The shade lord obviously didn’t count on this tiny factor and had soon enough one in each hand. He screamed, trying not to curse, barely not failing miserably, and Pale managed to escape. In any other situation this wouldn’t pose a problem, but Hollow, after eating some popcorn, found himself at the right edge of the coffee table and pulled out his tiny wooden sword he got from Pale. The larva, Darkness curse her, used this to her advantage and made the sign to Hollow to betray Pale. The act of betraying Pale involved jumping off of the coffee table and hitting Pale as hard on the head as possible. Naturally, all of this went according to plan and even brought some extra spectacle. After Hollow had hit Pale on the head he wasn’t prepared for the recoil of the wood and ended up hitting himself in the face.

All of this lead to 3 crying children (1 of them from laughing, the others from pain) and 1 very angry young adult. He put the larva on the couch and took care of the others while White held a close eye on the damned 10 legged thing. After Pale and Hollow weren’t crying anymore he took the little fire hazard out of the kettle and continued his movie, which was getting to an end.

After the film ended a documentary started and had all the kids hooked. He went to check on Unn only to find an empty crib. He could however see a slimy trail lead up his wall and onto the ceiling. It went through the door into the pantry where he kept his food and toys for the toddlers. He looked up on the ceiling only to find a sleepy Unn with a letter block in her mouth. Suddenly Unn started to make a very weird noise and fell from the ceiling onto his face. He swiped her off of his face onto his shoulder and then washed it.

He returned back to the tv to watch the documentary that was still playing and plopped down on the couch. Not long after he was asleep with White on his left shoulder, Unn on his right shoulder, the little fire hazard on the same arm and Pale curled up in his lap. Radiance and hollow were still awake but occupied with the documentary instead of causing trouble. After the documentary ended they crawled up against his sides and fell asleep.

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By @constantlost

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By @bugbeee

Exhaustion seeped into Shadelord’s body, limbs weighed down by a heaviness they hadn’t experienced in a while. The smatter of godlings that lay around them on the couch, or on them in Radi’s case, was enough to convince them that they had died and that this was the Eternal Void that was created to punish them for cheating on that test in the 8th grade. In their defence, it had been on rock sedimentation.

Wyrm continued his grumbling from the corner of the couch, still infuriated by the attack on his person only moments before. Root, the aggressor, looked remarkably pleased with herself. Shade knew they should probably punish her further in some way but... well, to be perfectly honest, they simply were not paid enough to do so.

They really should have charged more. Fifteen dollars at least per tiny demon they had to look after rather than the whole bunch. Fifteen dollars was not enough to encourage discipline. It was enough for them to make sure none of the godlings killed the other. And they had thought they had come up with an ingenious plan to secure some peace and quiet.

After much wrangling, they had finally managed to set up two separate playpens, each far enough away that the godlings wouldn’t start screaming if one of them saw their rival. Wyrm and Root in one pen, Grimm, Radi and Unn in another. It was a gamble, but one that thankfully seemed to have paid off. Radi was still exhausted from the tussle she had just had with Wyrm, and Grimm seemed content to chew off the heads of the plastic Garbies they had found. Unn continued to watch, and occasionally helped Grimm execute a Garbie in a spectacular manner. It was both reassuring, and beyond disturbing. Root and Wyrm meanwhile were cheerfully ignoring each other as they both played with their own toys.

It should have been foolproof.

Unfortunately for Shade however, they were dealing with infants instead of fools.

For some damned reason, Root had decided that now was the perfect time to act up, instead of being the sweet little darling she had been so far. Her target, much to their dismay, had been Wyrm. In all fairness, the godling had probably deserved it in some way; most likely he had tried to worm too close in order to steal some of the grubpaste and mushroom sticks Shade had left out as a snack. Root had seen this theft as a cardinal sin, and had subsequently decided that Wyrm deserved nothing less than absolute annihilation.

The momentary doze Shade had managed to fall into was abruptly interrupted by loud shrieking and wailing, resulting in them vaulting over the couch to hurriedly find out which one of the godlings was being tortured.

The scene that greeted them was... well, it wasn’t any less ridiculous than some of the other stuff the little goblins had pulled before.

Using her flexible tendrils, Root had seen fit to wrap them around Wyrm, and aggressively dunk him into the bowl of grubpaste he had attempted to steal from. His shrieks and hisses had woken up Radi and drawn the attention of the other children, who were now cheering on Root’s attack on Wyrm’s person.

“Enough,” Shade declared, shooting a glare behind them, “Root, let him go.” Root looked up innocently.

No, she seemed to say with her eyes, justice must prevail.

“Justice won’t get me my fifteen dollars,” they hissed out in return, and they could have sworn that Root shrugged, turning away from them to dunk Wyrm into the bowl yet again.

“No!” they cried out, quickly whipping down to grab the poor child before he could be further humiliated. After finally being saved from his vicious tormentor, Wyrm decided it was time to go into hysterics, lashing out with a sharp tail to fully show his displeasure. Root simply watched impassively as the rest of the children cheered.

Shade wondered if fifteen dollars was even worth it at this point.

“Alright, alright, enough! Root, you go in time out. We do not waterboard our fellow godlings in grubpaste. Wyrm, calm down, it’s just grubpaste- Settle down!” they yelped out, flinching as something heavy settled onto their head. The soft fluff revealed that Radi had decided to fly out of her pen and taunt Wyrm in person. Shade wanted to sob with frustration.

The door cracked open, and Ghost peered in, head tilted curiously.

Need help? they signed, and Shade wanted to collapse in relief.

“Please,” they begged, and their sibling nodded grimly, even as amusement danced in their eyes. Shucking off their school backpack, they quickly headed over to the other pen and signed to them, bobbing their head up and down in a soothing motion. Grimm and Unn were entranced. Radi less so. She remained seated on their head, but at least seemed to have finally stopped provoking Wyrm.

“I’m just going to clean him up,” Shade explained uselessly, watching as Ghost simply nodded and waved them off.

With a tired gait, Shade wandered into the kitchen and turned on the tap, listening as Wyrm’s panicked yelps grew louder at the realisation of what was going to happen next. Radi snickered softly, before leaping off and gliding back into the living room.

Bath time, according to the godlings, was a fate worse than death, and something to be avoided at all cost.

Unfortunately for both Wyrm and Shade, it was a necessary evil. Wyrm disagreed. Loudly. And with claws.

He howled furiously as Shade slowly lowered him into the warm water, softly scrubbing at the now-dried grubpaste sticking to his skin. Despite his attempts, Wyrm failed to prevent them from continuing his bath. He turned to pathetic pleading instead, making soft mewling sounds as though he was nothing more than a poor innocent child who had done nothing wrong, ever.

Shade, who remembered the little bastard knocking a glass ornament onto their head, was not convinced. Ultimately there was no escape, and Wyrm reluctantly gave in to the soft scrubbing, though he made sure his rumbling complaints were known.

“Yes, yes,” Shade said quietly, “I truly am the worst. Close your eyes so I can rinse you.”

Wyrm, in a dumb act of defiance, did not close his eyes. The hysterics started again, and Shade contemplated drowning themself in the half-filled sink. Fifteen dollars, they repeated. Fifteen dollars.

Grabbing a tea towel, they quickly dried the godling off, carefully teasing out water droplets from soft scales. He child gnawed on their fingers in revenge. “I’m done,” they announced, wandering back into the living room with a now clean, and furious, Wyrm.

Ghost looked up from their position on the floor, back leaning against the couch as they played with Grimm. Radi immediately perked up at the sound of Shade’s voice, and quickly flew over, making herself at home on top of their head. Unn seemed to have decided to undertake the momentous task of scaling up the back of the couch, leaving a thick trail of slime behind. Root, still stuck in her pen as punishment, let out a wail, demanding to be let out.

Shade was all out of energy to fight back or deal with a tantrum.

“Alright, alright, out you go,” they muttered, depositing Wyrm on the couch before reaching down to lift out the petulant child from her terrible prison. She clung to them desperately until they finally collapsed on the sofa. She quickly wriggled out of their hold and instead plonked down beside them. Wyrm had hissed at the sight of her, and slunk to the other side of the couch to sulk.

Grimm let out a raspy cackle at the sight, before diving down to nip at Ghost’s fingers.

Unn finally made her way to the top of the couch and waved her eyestalks victoriously. All Shade could do was give her a tired pat.

They sank into the couch, the exhaustion creeping back in. It should have been foolproof.

Fifteen dollars.

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By @arandoskeleartist

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lizbotw · 4 years ago

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Could you do an Akaashi Keiji imagine where his girlfriend steals the T-shirt he was wearing after they made out as they got distracted from studying and they playfully argue over the shirt as they both enjoy the view of each other? I’m just soft for Akaashi...

T-Shirt || Akaashi When His S/O Steals His Shirt

same, like honestly who isn’t? i just love him. this ask made me soft, tysm for the request, i loved this ♡ please let me know what you think! also first official scenario/one-shot post :) (even though the others were basically already one-shots on their own but shhh) also, this is gender neutral even though you said girlfriend ♡

warning: suggestive content (making out? but that's about it. also akaashi is hot but we already knew that so here's me describing it)

word count: 3k

Akaashi Keiji

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, excess saliva dragging across the surface. “Ugh, Keiji, get off. You’re crushing me.”

You squirmed, legs kicking out as you tried to use the momentum to roll him off of you. No such luck.

“Mmm, just a little longer...” His breath tickled your neck, hands still dragging down your sides, balling around the fabric of your loose shorts and then releasing it.

You slumped back down, letting your arms fall away from where they had been looped around his neck. Spread starfish on the floor with an immovable force on top you in the form of your boyfriend, you were about to resign yourself to your fate until your eye caught a glimpse of the colorful textbook page still splayed out on his desk. “No. I swear to God if I fail this math test because of you...”

“Yeah? What are you going to do if you fail? Finish the sentence,” came his muffled reply as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck. You could feel the vibration of his laugh and shivered at the feeling.

“I won’t come over anymore.”

The vibration increased as he chuckled against your skin and you instinctively brought one hand up to ball into his hair, stretching your neck away from him and in the opposite direction—he knew you were ticklish there.

“Sure you won’t.” You could tell he didn’t believe you and you didn’t blame him—anyone could call that bluff from a mile away.

While you were trying to think of a witty comeback, you felt him shift and suddenly the weight was gone, leaving you feeling empty at the unexpected lack of contact. Blearily blinking up at him, you could make out his face hoovering above yours for a moment as he supported his weight with his arms planted on either side of you before he pushed himself into an upright position with a slight groan, clearly wanting to stay tangled up in your arms a little longer.

Keiji sat back on his heels and studied you, still straddled about your waist, and right as you opened your mouth to stick your tongue out at him in retort to the intense stare, he shifted again and got up (meaning you got absolutely zero satisfaction out of teasing him), carefully stepping over you.

You kept laying on the floor, watching Keiji closely as he rose and stretched, his back to you now and muscles shifting. His shirt had gotten lost somewhere in the scuffle of limbs and lips earlier, so now his entire torso was on display, toned and rippling under his every movement. Your fingers had traced over each of those lines mere seconds ago, yet you found yourself wondering what they felt like now, as if something about them had changed within the short span since you last touched them.

Sure, you had been the one to tell him to get up, ruining the moment with the reminder of the crushing reality that school still existed, but you weren't above redacting your earlier words and calling him back to you just so you could tug on his raven hair with the same cheeky smile you always found yourself sporting in situations like this. You wouldn't even complain about him laying the wrong way on your stomach and crushing all of the air out of you this time either—promise.

Of course, once again, your words died in your throat and you had to change plans when he made for the bedroom door—you had gotten lost tracing the lines of his arms and hadn't noticed when he had stopped stretching his arms above his head—and you sat up with a jolt, your head throbbing a little at the sudden movement.

“Where are you going? You're not getting out of studying that easily, mister."

Keiji paused in the doorway, hands curled around the edges, and he turned to look back at you over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded and gaze piercing—you swore your heart caught on fire (you silently begged for someone to put it out) and you involuntarily gulped, throat suddenly dry. He hummed in acknowledgement of your words, ignoring your stiffening up at the look he was giving you (although you were sure he noticed it, judging by the way his eyes raked over the small signs of your body language before returning to look at your face).

"Yeah? I was under the impression you didn't like studying on an empty stomach but-"

"Oh! Go then! What are you waiting for?" The prospect of snacks had you perking up, although you were still acutely aware of the tingling in your lips where he had bit a little too hard before, the feeling spreading from that one spot to the rest of the area. You ran your tongue over your lips to cool the feeling—it was studying time now, so reminder to self: get your mind out of the gutter. "Bring an extra bag of chips too. I'm tired of sharing with you."

He quirked an eyebrow, pursing his lips in a way that was a mixture of silent disapproval paired with him trying to hide a smile. (The truth was that you were the one who always took his chips and he didn't even need to scold you out loud for you to understand the correction that should be made in your statement—although even if he did say anything, you would have stuck with your claim that he was the real chip culprit between the two of you, no matter how untrue it was.)

Seemingly realizing that he was going to lose the internal battle of trying not to smile, Keiji pressed his lips together even harder and turned his attention away from you and instead to where his hand was curled around the doorway, watching as his fingers ran over the ridges and bumps. "You got it." And then he was actually gone, out of the room and disappearing down the hallway. You could barely hear his footsteps, even if you tried to strain your ears—they were as quiet as he always was. Reserved and to himself, Keiji seemed to decide that his footsteps would be the same way.

Fully alone now, you flopped back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling and hands clasp together on top of your stomach. You were replaying the events of that evening in your mind, smiling to yourself as you thought of every little gesture he had made for you.

At some point, plans had been made to study together for the upcoming exam week and that's how you had found yourself on his doorstep, shifting the weighty bag full of textbooks from arm to arm as you waited for him to let you in. It had taken but a mere minute for him to unlock the front door and usher you inside, taking the bag from you—you knew he had been waiting for you, plus he was always a sucker for being on time.

You'd been to his room many times before, but you always looked around to see what had changed from last time, even if it was as minuscule as a stack of papers that hadn't been there before resting on his nightstand.

There was a small, low table in his room, similar to a coffee table, and you two always sat on the floor around it—you found it much more comfortable than sitting on the straight-backed wooden chairs (serious and foreboding in their stance) in his kitchen and dining room. There was a certain freedom of movement on the floor (whether it be to shift closer to him, to spread out your array of pens and highlighters next to you, or to dramatically flop down with proclamation of "I give up!" when faced with a particularly difficult worksheet problem) and a certain aspect of casualness that came with it that set you at ease the same way his presence always did.

This evening had been similar, books crowding the area (and not just school books—“Keiji, I know you like to read, but I have no space for my notebook here and if you don't move your stupid novel right now- What? No, it's not relaxing to read during breaks, what do you think we've been doing this whole time?”) and both of you staring intently down at your work. Keiji had been particularly playful this time though (you thought back to his teasing retorts from earlier when you had told him to get off of you—yeah, he was definitely acting a little different this time around) and one thing led to another before you two were collapsed on the floor next to the table, breaths coming fast and both of you missing your shirts (listen, he had started first, okay?).

Now that you thought about your missing garment, you realize the room was a little drafty, a breeze blowing through his open window and curling it's chilling fingers around your torso. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself and sitting up again. Now where was was your shirt...

Your careful glancing around the room stopped short when you caught sight of the bunched up heap of fabric right next to you. You considered it for a moment before reaching out and plucking it from the floor, shaking it out and holding it up in front of you to confirm was it really was; a familiar shirt unrolled from where your fingers pinched the top of the fabric near the neckline. Keiji’s.

Hmm... well it wasn't like he needed it right now. And that was all the justification you needed before an evil smirk spread across your features, mischievous plan brewing in your mind, and you tugged on Keiji's shirt—finders keepers.

Feeling warmer now, you scooted back over to the table, folding your legs under it and messing around with the strewn around papers you had left out, trying to make sense of the mess. You found what you were looking for and straightened up your books, lining them up in front of you before picking up a pen (you were pretty sure that that was also Keiji's) and trying to get back into the working mindset. You actually had to finish this work at some point (even if along the way to the finish line you took a few unplanned breaks in between with your boyfriend’s tongue down your throat—oops, what?) so you easily fell into the groove of writing, your pen scratching against the paper and the quiet hum of the wind outside keeping you company.

It wasn't long before Keiji appeared in the open doorway, balancing a few packets of snacks in one arm. His small grunt when a pack of cookies almost fell off of the top of the stack and he had to angle his arm to keep it in alerted you of his presence (once again, the muffled footsteps paired with your intense focus on your work did not help) and you looked up. Two bottles of water were gripped in his free hand and you reached out to take them from him once he came close enough, allowing him to use both arms to wrap around the mountain of snacks and then carefully let them spill out onto the table so you could take your pick. He sat down next to you, just as he had before, and started to sort the snacks into piles so they wouldn't contribute more to the mess you two had already made.

You pushed a pack of chips off to the side to make room on the table, a small space revealing itself when you did so and on which you rested the water bottles. "No tea this time?"

He didn't even look at you as he focused on the task at hand. "I know you get tired when you drink tea, so no."

"Hmm, but isn't tea supposed to help when you're studying?"

"This isn't a relaxing studying session. We have a lot to catch up on to make up for that missed hour." Even from the side you could make out the beginnings of a budding smirk on his face at your expense. There he was—your responsible boyfriend. He really was going to go all in on you today it seemed—you thought you had escaped his serious study plans because of how playful he had been earlier, but now that he had blown off some steam, it seemed like he was back to his old disciplined self. You internally groaned at the prospect. Couldn't you just go back to cuddling on the floor, even if it was a little uncomfortable?

"Yeah, and who was the cause of us getting sidetracked?" you shot back, not letting him get away with this.

He paused his movement and glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "...Shut up."

You grabbed a bottle of water and cracked the seal, taking a long sip of the cool liquid to commemorate this small victory over him. "Mhm, that's what I thought."

Keiji finished sorting the snacks into some sort of order moments later and, satisfied with his work, sat back. "Mhm... okay, now that that's done..." He looked around him, twisting in place as he looked behind him, at his sides, and around the table, brow creasing further as he went on. "Where is it?" he muttered, his eyes now glancing further into the room beyond where you two were sitting for whatever it was he was he was missing. "Have you seen my shirt? I could've sworn it was right here...” He shook his head in apology. “Right... sorry, I must have misplaced it, I'll just get another one." He was still racking his brain in bewilderment—trying to figure out where his shirt could have mysteriously disappeared off to—as his eyes continued to rake over the room, but as he moved to get up to walk over to his wardrobe, his gaze zeroed in on what you were wearing. His eyes narrowed in confusion before recognition spread over his features.

You decided to play dumb for now, taking another sip of water to hide your smile. "What are you looking at? Quit staring at me like that."

"(Y/N)..."

You turned to face him fully now. "Take a picture, it'll last longer, Keiji," you taunted, teasing lilt in your tone clearly getting to him as you stuck your tongue out in retort, him bristling at the action (perhaps more so out of a certain type of interest in how the words rolled off of your tongue though, rather than for any other reason).

"If you really wanted to wear it, you know you could have just asked me, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"My shirt, (Y/N). Can I have it back? I'm actually feeling a little cold right now." He ran his hands up and down over his arms in an effort to generate some warmth and you remembered the open bedroom window. Good. That's what he deserves for distracting you from studying in the first place.

You picked back up your pen and twirled it in your fingers as you leaned on the table, elbows resting on the surface, feigning nonchalance. Out of the corner of your eye you watched him, you gaze mostly focused on the pen in your hand as part of your "cool, calm, and collected" act (you wanted to play around with having the upper hand here for a little longer). Wanting to get a better look at him though (you couldn't resist the temptation of drinking in the sight of him), you dramatically looked away from the pen and back to him, as if considering his earlier request for his shirt back.

His hair was still messy from when you had ruffled it before when his teeth had found your neck, and now as he took a sip from his own water bottle, you could see the slight wetness the liquid left behind on his lips when he took the bottle away, not bothering to wipe it away. Your eyes widened at the slight glisten—he knew what he was doing—and you resisted the temptation to immediately look away in embarrassment, instead forcing yourself to don a coy grin and return to taunting him.

"I recall you complaining about it being too hot earlier, Kei, so I'm not sure which one's the truth now." That had been when you two were still pressed together, feeding off of each other’s body heat. And now came the dangerous part—an invitation, the anticipation of the results of the light provocation already stirring up butterflies in your stomach. “If you want it back that badly, why don't you just take it?"

You expected the crashing of lips, him cutting you off and swallowing your words, taking advantage of the fact that your mouth was open—but instead all you got in response was a small tilt of his head and then a knowing smile. Ugh, you should have known it would have turned out this way, you falling just shy of triumph. He never even fell for Kuroo's, the master of provocation’s, taunts, and while Keiji let you get away with a lot because you were you, you were naive to think you ever had the upper hand here.

He brought a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb running over your lips. You wanted to bite out a bark of “Quit teasing me, Keiji,” but also didn’t want to risk him drawing his hand away either.

Your impatience was put to rest soon though when he spoke, voice low. “I guess I really will have to take it back then." And then he leaned in, your own eyes fluttering closed, and the soft movement of his lips against your own had your heart doing summersaults. You know what? Maybe this was better than what you had in mind.

“So much for playing nice," you felt him murmur against your lips when he pulled back slightly to run his tongue over them. You shivered at the sensation and wasted no time obliging him with your lips slightly parted now, dropping your pen somewhere on the floor and moving instead to splay your hands on his back for support. Your fingers ran over the surface as you had so desperately longed to do before as he continued the sweet onslaught against your tongue. His hand still cradled your face, but now the other one took a special interest in gripping your waist and toying with the edge of his shirt there—A.K.A. the object of his attention (although that title gradually seemed to be slipping to you as he got more and more engrossed in your quiet, shuddering breaths against him, you practically melting against his chest).

Just like last time, a single kiss turned into many, each one more desperate than the last, and before you knew it, you were on your back again, Keiji's fingers playing with the bottom of the fabric of your shirt and tentatively running his hand over the skin underneath, gradually creeping higher. (He seemed to be making a conscious effort not to accidentally lean his elbow on your upper arm again this time either—that had hurt.) Well... you guessed the studying could wait for later. A few detours along the way were fine, weren't they?

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ficsandbits · 4 years ago

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Exhaustion makes a great Cupid.

Hey guys! BNHA has taken over my life recently so have some Aizawa fluff to help relieve my mind of it. I'll also be posting over on my AO3 here : > https://archiveofourown.org/works/28061130

Y/N is written as G/N (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 2,099

Like always, comments and feedback are always welcome and greatly appreciated! If you have any requests don’t hesitate to ask!

Enjoy! xoxo✌🏻💕🌻

Y/N was tired. So bone tired they could barely bring themselves to open their eyes to see who was calling. A week filled with night patrols and paperwork stopping any chance of sleeping in the day were starting to take a toll on their body. They rolled over and hit the answer button, putting the call straight on speaker.

"Hello?" Y/N's voice croaked out, the signs of just waking up still coating their voice.

"Y/N? You okay? You don't sound too good." Aizawa's cool tone rang through the bedroom. At their hum his concern grew. "Do you need me to bring you anything? I have a bit of time before class starts."

"No no." They stretched glancing at the clock. Y/N held back a groan noticing they'd only been home a couple of hours. "I'm okay. Just overworked. What's up?" It was rare for Aizawa to call first, especially on a school day.

"I was wondering if you could come and help me with some hero classes today? I think it'd be good for the kids to go up against someone with your quirk type." The concern from before had dropped but not disappeared. "It's fine if you're busy, we can fit it around your schedule."

"You're in luck, I have the day cleared." Y/N sat up and cracked their back, letting out a satisfied sigh. "What time do you want me?"

They heard Aizawa clear his throat on the other end of the line before he responded. "Around 11 would be perfect. Thank you for your help, I'll see you later." He hung up after the quick conversation, leaving Y/N to double take at the time.

They huffed, working out that there would be about 4 hours to get ready and make the trek to UA. Luckily they had an old hero costume hanging around somewhere, the current one not being in top form after last night. Y/N really would never understand how simple night patrols turned so ugly so quickly. They dragged their tired body out of bed, choosing to run a bath rather than shower hoping it would soothe their aching muscles. Y/N didn't trust themselves to leave on time and set an alarm on their phone for when they had to leave.

What Y/N hadn't anticipated was falling asleep in the bath and having to rush around just to make it out in time. Their drooping eyes and growling stomach made them extremely aware that they were lacking in both sleep and food. Y/N shot off a quick text to Aizawa letting him know that they were on the way, even though he was probably busy.

Y/N had first met Aizawa in high school, the two of them keeping their distance and not really getting to know each other. It wasn't until their later years that they had gotten close, soon becoming each other's close confidant. Aizawa's best friend was quite the competition but there was clearly a difference in the relationships. Y/N adored the loud man, finding him a hilarious comparison to Aizawa's calm and placid nature. They envied their friendship, always sharply reminded of their own friend, who had left to become a hero in a different area. Y/N spotted a group of children sporting hero merch and smiled gently, their eyes drifting shut for a brief moment before the train announcer called out for the stop. As Y/N stood the world tilted slightly and they quickly grabbed onto the nearest pole. An older lady placed a concerned hand on their arm, asking if they needed to sit back down. Y/N waved away the lady's kindness and got off as the doors opened, desperately hoping the dizziness was a one time thing. The walk to UA was more of a struggle than they had hoped, but they made it just in time.

Y/N phoned Aizawa to tell him to come and collect them. Y/N was in luck when he picked up and told them he'd be down to get them in a minute. They idled around preening for no real reason. Y/N found they wanted to look their best, it was the first time in a while that they'd be seeing each other in person and the thought gave them butterflies. Y/N took a deep breathe to calm their jittery nerves. They had been sure the crush they had on Aizawa was long over, yet here they stood with all the nervous excitement of a high school teenager. Y/N was snapped out of their thoughts by the man causing these feelings approaching them. They smiled brightly, their heart fluttering just seeing him in person.

"Long time no see! How long has it been now?" Y/N joined him as they walked back into school grounds. Aizawa clearly giving them a withering look. "Oh come on surely I don't look that bad." Y/N tried to joke earning a sharper glare from him.

He stopped, his arm coming out but not quite touching theirs. "How much sleep have you gotten in the past couple of weeks." Y/N turned to look at him fully, taking a quick note of the way his eyes softened so subtly. "And when was the last time you had a substantial meal. You look ready to drop are you sure you'll be okay in there today?" He got closer to them, peering closer at their sunken eyes. "I'm happy you said you'd come but I care more about your health than I do the lesson today." This time his hand came to rest on their arm, thumb stroking gently.

"I'm here now, I'll be okay." Y/N placed their hand over his giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I can change the lesson around, I won't put your health at risk." His eyes grew more stern the more Y/N protested.

"Shouta, I promise you I will be fine." Y/N removed his hand from their arm, holding it tightly in their own. "Besides you are the last person putting my health at risk." They mumbled the last part out bitterly.

There was clearly no love lost between Aizawa and the hero's association, so Y/N's bitter words were met with gentle acceptance. He caressed their knuckles one last time before letting go of their hand and continuing the walk. Y/N couldn't stop the smitten smile that formed on their face as they trailed behind him. They made light chatter on the way to the training grounds catching up on the many things they'd missed in the others life. Y/N showed off cool new scars they'd got and he sighed deeper at each one as their smile got wider. His concern was only growing the more they spoke but he couldn't express anything before they reached the training grounds.

He glared at his class waiting for them to calm down, not missing the way Y/N suppressed a smirk at the action. "Alright class we've got some active hero training. This is Y/H/N and she'll be helping us out with training today. If any of you want to spar just let us know and we'll arrange it, otherwise we'll be here to observe and help out." The class nodded and looked over to Y/N, all eyes scanning them.

"So this is what it's like being assessed by a bunch of children, it's scarier than I thought." Y/N leaned in to whisper into Aizawa's ear, enjoying the light chuckle he let out and downright loving the scent that wafted from him as he leaned close to whisper back to them.

"They're a bunch of scary kids, no wonder you're worried." He turned to his class stone faced, raising one scruffy eyebrow. "Well are you waiting for an invitation, get to it." He dismissed the class sternly, watching them scatter quickly.

Y/N walked around, occasionally stopping to critique or praise a students form. They were stopped by one student hoping to expand his knowledge on different quirks and how his would be useful against them. Y/N couldn't say no despite the pounding headache and almost constant dizziness. The two moved to a more open space in the grounds and got into position to start their fight. Before they could even begin Y/N's vision suddenly swayed and they became vaguely aware of the feeling of falling but blacked out before they could process it.

"Uh... Mr Aizawa! There's, um, Y/H/N's fainted." The young boy shouted out across the room to his teacher, confusion clear in his voice.

Aizawa turned, a frown plastered on his face wondering what he was talking about only to see Y/N lying on the floor with students stopping what they were doing to gather round. Panic clutched at his heart for a second before he began to make his way over to the scene. He moved quickly, hyper aware of the fact the floor was solid concrete and that Y/N went down with no support, the last thing he needed was them gaining a serious head injury whilst helping him out. When he reached them the first thing he did was check for any injuries, letting out a breathe when he found none.

"Take the class back to homeroom today's session is finished. You can use the time to study for your upcoming exams." He instructed the class lead whilst scooping Y/N up. "I'm going to take them to recovery girl to check for injuries. I should be back soon." He quickly left with Y/N, heading directly to the infirmary.

Y/N groaned as they came around, confused by the surroundings. They felt a weight shift on their side and turned to find Aizawa sat on the bed, hand coming to brush their hair back. Y/N sighed at the sensation their lips turning up into a smile. "Now this is a nice dream." Y/N croaked out.

Aizawa snorted at them, his hand coming to rest on their cheek. "It's not a dream Y/N, you fainted in the training grounds." Y/N's eyes snapped open as they struggled to sit up. Aizawa moved his hand to rest on their shoulder, pushing them firmly back down. "Oh I don't think so, you're in the infirmary and have been out for hours. Rest." His firm voice made Y/N sink back down into the bed.

"Hours? How hard did I go down?" Y/N rubbed at their temples, a dull ache working its way back into their head.

"Recovery girl said you had no outward injuries but were just too exhausted to wake up right away. We let you sleep it off." Aizawa's thumb started it's usual comforting circular motion on their shoulder. "I told you we could rearrange." He sighed, his grip tightening and his eyes closing.

"I honestly thought I'd be fine." They looked up at him noticing his strained jaw and screwed shut eyes. "I didn't mean to make you worry," Y/N reached a hand up to massage gently at his jaw. "I'm sorry."

Aizawa let out a long suffering sigh and leaned forward planting an almost shy kiss onto their forehead. Y/N's eyes widened as their face got hot at the gesture. He lingered for a moment before lowering his forehead to their own, eyes opening to look deeply into theirs. "There's never a time when I'm not worrying about you idiot." He pulled back to give them a gentle smile. "Next time just tell me. Come on let's get you some food and a comfier bed." He grabbed their hands and gave a gentle tug bringing them to sit up.

Y/N stood shakily, Aizawa there to take their arm and help them walk out. "I should get a taxi and just face the ridiculous fare huh." They laughed lightly coming to stand on their own, Aizawa not letting go of their hand.

"Don't be stupid. You're staying with me tonight." Aizawa stated as a matter of fact, smirking at the way Y/N blushed and tried to stutter out an excuse. "No excuses, your in no fit state to be making the trip back." He threw a look over his shoulder towards them as they trailed along shocked. "Besides I don't want to leave you alone right now."

Y/N moved closer, planting a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Thank you Shouta." He smiled and kept them close to him as they walked to his place.

#mha x y/n #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #aizawa x y/n #aizawa imagine #bnha imagines

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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years ago

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Not Your Typical

Genre: college AU, hurt/comfort (kind of?)

Pairings: romantic Demus, Logicality, and Prinxiety

Content: some language, autistic character, sensory overload, mentions of losing friends in the past, anxiety, unintentional self harm, Roman is kind of a jerk but he regrets it, food mentions, unable to eat certain consistencies, beach/water/swimming, Janus being a disaster gay, ASL, selective mutism.

Word count: 6k

Comments: Like always, I don’t intend for these to be so long. Holy cow.

Janus is written based mostly on my experiences as someone with autism, and how it’s affected my childhood/relationships/daily life. No one’s experience is the same.

Janus was always alone. Alone, not lonely.

Most of the time, that is.

His whole childhood was an endless cycle of make a friend, weird them out, be alone. Find another friend, weird them out, be alone. And sometimes it hurt, yeah, but he got used to it. At home, he spent the entire day in his room, assembling structures out of legos before tearing them down and starting over. Sometimes he’d build something really cool, and that would stay up for a long time. He didn’t have any siblings, and his parents didn’t give a whoop as long as the floor was generally clear, so no one ever bothered the space ships or towers or just really long lines that stretched from one wall to the other. He liked those.

Things changed when he got to middle school. Life started getting real, people became more than just recess friends, and that unsettled him. He made a couple close friends, friends that he really opened up to only for them to leave him when he became too much. He just couldn’t help it though; he couldn’t help the way he bounced when he got so excited he couldn’t breathe, or how he couldn’t use words when he got overwhelmed by the touch and the noise, or how he couldn’t stop talking about his favorite shows or books. He was labeled as childish. It was like a label had been stuck to his chest that read “avoid at all costs”, and people did.

So he relearned how to be alone. He put a lava lamp next to his bed for when he needed something constant to look at, he got a collection of chewy necklaces and stim toys that never left his room. After a lot of research, he convinced his parents to buy him a weighted blanket for when every touch was too light, too agonizingly light, and he needed something firm to ground him. At school, or really around anyone, he learned to control his more obvious stimming and touch sensitivity by staying in oversized sweaters and jeans. He taught himself basic sign language for when he couldn’t talk, even though he knew his parents wouldn’t understand him. They took forever to learn basic signs, for ‘water’ or ‘quiet’ or ‘no’, and both eventually got frustrated and gave up. As if their frustration was anything compared to his.

It was going great, not perfect but better than before, until he graduated high school. Suddenly he realized he was about to move halfway across the country, to a new environment with new triggers and new people who didn’t understand that he wasn’t frowning because he was pissed, but because smiling when you didn’t understand the reasoning was exhausting. Why do people smile and greet you when they enter the room? Why couldn’t that be more of an… understood thing? I’m here, you’re here now, we both know that, so why bring so much attention to it? For once his parents were kind enough to help him out, taking him to the campus during the summer to get acquainted with the surroundings and learn the map by heart. He talked to the admission’s counselor, explaining his disability and why that meant he couldn’t be on the side of campus near the highway, because the constant noise and common sirens would make him explode. They were eventually able to move him to one of the other buildings, one with apartments instead of dorms, even though that was generally only for third and fourth years. It took a load off his shoulders; less noise, less people. The one thing he couldn’t do was meet his roommates before the year started.

The school got them into contact, and since he was the last to be assigned to the six person pod, they added him into their pre-established group chat. The other five already had nicknames, ranging from ‘Dad’ to ‘Rat Bastard’, and he immediately felt like an outsider. Not like that was new to him, though. Except, he didn’t stay like that. When one of the group, ‘Nerdy Mcnerd’ on the chat (he’d long forgotten their actual names), asked him what he liked and he immediately sent a list of special interests and hyperfixations, the top being snakes, it was like a door had been opened. Nerdy Mcnerd was a fan of space as well, and the two stayed up until all hours of night on their own chat discussing space and their place in the universe. Rat Bastard had an affinity for what people would categorize as “creepy animals”; octopi and squid, spiders, star-nosed moles, and most importantly, snakes. Their conversations mostly involved dopey pictures of snakes and unintelligible key smashes and emojis. Emo Disaster shared his love of darker themed TV shows, and they started a couple new ones at the same time, constantly updating each other with theories. When he mentioned his major was psychology, Dad was immediately overjoyed to be sharing the major with someone, and offered to help him study for the harder classes. He didn’t hit it off quite so well with Princey, who was put off by Janus’ so called “moodiness” and didn’t trust him.

When they finally met, it was supposed to be great. Janus knew the environment, somewhat knew his roommates, and was surprisingly excited for the new year. His joy was suddenly vanquished, however, as meeting these people face to face took a turn for the worse. Dad, Patton, immediately tried to go for the hug when he walked into the apartment for the first time, and was slightly taken aback when Janus reared back so hard he hit his head on the wall. The glee disappeared and he apologized profusely, and that’s when Nerdy Mcnerd, Logan walked in, explaining that Patton was very physical. They were over it rather quickly, but Janus shuddered as soon as the other two turned to each other. They had already claimed one of the three rooms for themselves, so Janus chose the one furthest into the apartment. He dropped his suitcases next to one of the two beds with a deep sigh. The thought of a hug… no. It unsettled him greatly, made his skin crawl. Maybe one day, but not now.

Emo Disaster and Princey, Virgil and Roman, arrived later in the day, hand in hand, bickering animatedly when they walked into the apartment. They were greeted with a huge hug from Patton and a side hug from Logan, and that’s when Janus recalled that they had all been roommates the year prior and again, felt a small tinge of pain. He was still the odd one out. Virgil gave a two finger salute to where Janus was sitting curled up on one of the bar stools, knees pulled to his chest and for the first time, Janus didn’t feel compelled to give a forced smile in greeting. It was a relief. The small nod was all that was needed. Roman however, was a different story. When they happened to make eye contact for the first time, the taller man still standing in the doorway, Janus flinched. Hard. The man’s eyes burned through him, as if scouring through his brain, eyes so full of passion that Janus had to look away. Eye contact was only an issue for him sometimes, but with Roman, it physically hurt. Which only made the theatre major more suspicious of him. As he passed him on the way to get a glass of water, the taller man blurted out, “You’re a first year, why are you in a third year building?”, earning him a gentle smack from Virgil. He answered with a lame shrug and rushed back to his room, conceding to just go to sleep, regretting leaving his drink on the counter.

No one besides Janus was surprised when the door burst open at three am and a loud voice screamed, “I’M BACK, FUCKERS!” He was frozen in place, woken with such an adrenaline rush that he couldn’t move. Outside, the other four exited their rooms with varying levels of annoyance and delight, greeting the final member of the group. Remus, as Janus heard them proclaim, was his roommate, the only two dwellers not in a relationship. The gremlin burst into the room, a deranged smile on his face, and Janus wanted to cry. Why did he have to be stuck in a room with the loud one? But Remus saw the mismatched eyes poking out from under the blanket and with no hesitation, sunk to the floor next to the bed, still smiling but a million decimals softer.

“Hey, Snakey. Sorry to scare ya. I’m Remus, but you can still call me Rat Bastard if you want. Call me whatever, I don’t really get offended. You go back to sleep, I’m gonna get settled in. We can talk in the morning.”

Janus wasn’t planning to fall asleep, not with this new person in his room, but Remus was shockingly silent as he unloaded his things (he packed a bunch of garbage bags, not even a suitcase or box), and he couldn’t help the way his eyes slipped shut.

First semester came to a close, and he was equally delighted and horrified that everyone was staying on campus for break. It had become harder and harder for him to avoid movie nights, or family dinners (as Patton called them), or days they all went into town together. In the beginning, he put it off to being tired. Then, studying for exams. Now with school halted for nearly a month, he was out of excuses. It was getting to the point where he could feel the frustration from his roommates, and he wanted to admit how much he wanted to spend time with them, until his drawer full of secret stim toys and chewy necklaces called him back. At times, he let himself spend time with them. Baked something with Patton, talked about the stars with Logan, sat with Virgil as they studied, and it was good. He never was able to escape Roman’s cynical glares that made him absolutely shudder, but he got on much better with his twin.

Remus never minded if Janus only greeted him with a raised eyebrow, and he was okay to have more one sided conversations while Janus drew, or after a few weeks, stared unapologetically. Because god, there was so much about Remus that Janus couldn’t help but watch, even if a normal person would get uncomfortable by his wide and unblinking eyes. Luckily, Remus was no ordinary person. But the younger still kept the drawer to himself, only allowing himself to nom on the plastic or squeeze the orbeez filled squishy snake with intense fascination when he was alone. So every time he was with the others and felt the need to stim or infodump or was about to have a stress induced meltdown, he would excuse himself and leave without so much of a goodbye. He couldn’t, not in front of them. Every time he left, he could hear Roman’s quiet remarks about him that stung more than he wanted to admit.

He’d had so many people leave, people he allowed himself to get close to, only for them to see the side of himself he tried to hide. In his heart, he knew that part of him wasn’t bad. It was just him. Other people didn’t understand that, though. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that no one would judge him, or laugh at him because they weren’t like that, he was scared. The effort was wearing him thin, and it came to the point where he realized he had to tell them. He had to, or he would burst, and that would be way worse.

It was just three little words: I. Am. Autistic. And he’d explain everything, tell them about his stims and limits and how he needed space sometimes and hugs others, and spill everything about himself, and they’d accept him. They’d have to, right? Only, the night he was planning to blurt out the truth, something stopped him.

They were eating dinner, one of the only ones he’d attended in a while. Patton kept glancing at him from across the table as he picked half heartedly at his lasagna, distracted from the lively conversation between the twins and Virgil. The whole thing was speckled with bite sized pieces of mushrooms and zucchini, two of the foods that he couldn’t eat to save his life. The texture made him want to recoil into himself and scream and yank at his hair, and he’d learned early in life that that wasn’t a normal response to food. He wanted to explain to Patton that it wasn’t the meal itself he was avoiding, that it wasn’t Patton’s cooking that he didn’t like, it was just the texture of those two things.

Well, maybe that was a good gateway into his big announcement, if you could even call it that. It felt almost as scary as his coming out to his parents had been. If they didn’t take this well, he might be exiled from the group. If they tried to put up with them, they’d get irritated so quickly and slowly freeze him out. He really didn’t want that. It needed to happen though, he realized. How much worse would it be if one of them walked in on him having a meltdown, holding a pillow over his mouth to block his screams, biting almost animalistically on a necklace? How unsettled would they be if they saw him hitting his blanket pile out of repulsion of the feeling of his textbook pages? Better to warn them ahead of time. It was only luck that had gotten him this far.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Logan hit the table with the heel of his hand and let out an almost guttural scream before storming into his and Patton’s room, slamming the door behind him. Janus nearly fell backwards off his chair, matching Virgil’s surprised expression. Roman went silent, wincing slightly.

“What…” It was the first word he’d said the entire meal. Patton whipped his head towards him as if he’d forgotten he was there, a sudden sympathetic look on his face. He gave a weak smile.

“Sorry about that, kiddo. Logan has autism, sometimes he can’t handle the stimulus around him. Or maybe he just had a rougher day than I thought. I’ll check on him after dinner, give him some alone time.”

Logan has autism.

Oh my god.

It was like everything clicked into place. His passionate talk about topics he was interested in that could rival Janus’ (if he would ever let himself infodump like he wanted). His mannerisms, his occasional emotional outbursts, his rigorous unbreakable schedule, it all made sense. For a brief second, Janus was elated. Someone like him, someone who understood! And if they accepted Logan, maybe they would be able to understand him, even if they presented different areas of the spectrum.

But… how would that look? Janus had hidden away his neurodivergent traits for so long, repressed them until he felt like he would literally explode… what if they thought he was faking it? It’s not like they knew him well, not with the amount of time he avoided being around them. They might think he was lying to get attention, didn’t want to be left out. Wanted to be special.

Patton seemed to be waiting for a response, he noted. He gave a curt nod, hoping it displayed that he was unbothered by Logan’s disability, before giving a stupid excuse about some reading to finish over break and darting back to his room. Remus joined him later, saying nothing about the fact that Janus was huddled under his weighted blanket, no book in sight. He sat down in front of the bed, a common habit of his now, and began to quietly talk about some new dark fantasy story he was designing, his lilting voice soothing Janus to sleep.

Time passed, winter came and went, and the end of second semester was drawing near. Janus was still careful with the way he presented to the others. They had picked up that he didn’t like physical contact, and though they never said a word about it, Patton’s lasagna recipe shifted, kept changing, until it no longer included mushrooms and zucchini. Janus refused to believe it was for his sake, though. He tried to join them for a couple movie nights, but the constant fear of stimming made his anxiety spike, therefore finding the need to stim more compelling, until he had to leave. It was getting harder, however, now that it was that pleasant in-between time where he understood how his new profs worked but it wasn’t exam season yet. His excuses were dwindling. Like always, Roman made his stupid quips that hurt him more than was probably intended, and he’d finally had enough.

Maybe that’s why he was staring out at the open lake in front of him, hands playing absentmindedly with the hem of his shirt as Patton and Remus squealed, sprinting into the water without a second thought. One of their shirts had landed on Janus’ sandaled foot, and he quickly kicked it off as the light touch began to irritate him. Logan stood to his side, watching his boyfriend with an almost imperceivable smile.

“You guys could have helped carry stuff if you were just going to stand there!” Roman’s indignant voice carried over the lawn, muffled slightly by the pile of towels he was carrying. Virgil snorted, whether in agreement or at Princey’s expense, Janus didn’t know. Either way, he dumped his handful of lawn chairs unceremoniously onto the lawn at their feet.

“You two set these up then. I’m hot, I’m going swimming.”

“Damn right, you are,” Roman grinned. Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“Damn right I’m hot, or I’m going swimming?”

“Yes.” He didn’t give any of them a second to retort, scooping up a shrieking Virgil before sprinting them both into the water.

“They didn’t even take their shirts off,” Logan commented, picking up a chair from the pile and unfolding it. Janus quickly joined in, helping him set the four chairs into a line and placing the towels down in front of them. “Did you want to go swimming?”

Admittedly, Janus hadn’t actually gone swimming, much less to the beach, since he was a kid. He was lucky to have even found a swimsuit amongst his other barely worn clothing; how it had snuck into his suitcase, he didn’t know. The water looked inviting and it was hot, but right now he was exhausted from the long ride over in Remus’ truck, having to refrain from plugging his ear when it got too loud or maintain his breathing carefully when a leg touched his.

“Maybe in a bit. I’m kind of tired.”

Logan turned to look at him, dare he say scrutinizingly? He washed the expression away quickly, asking, “Would you like me to stay with you?”

“No, it’s okay,” Janus mumbled, “You go have fun. I’ll be fine, I like the quiet.” As if to punctuate his point, a child screamed from the playground, making them both flinch.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes. Go enjoy yourself, Logan.”

He nodded curtly, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluent motion and walking towards the waves professionally, as if he were walking towards a lecture. Patton cheered from the water.

Janus didn’t concern himself with the time as it passed, instead letting his mind wander while he focused on a line of ants that were crawling up a tree next to him. It wasn’t until a fast approaching form caught his attention did he tear his eyes away, hearing him give a shout of “Be right back!”.

Remus plopped himself onto the towel next to him, still panting from the run, but grinning from ear to ear. As he ripped open a water bottle and drank greedily, Janus couldn’t help but stare. Water glistened on his skin like jewels in the afternoon sun, plastering his hair down over his jaw and eyes. His eyelashes were barely fluttering against his cheekbones as he guzzled nearly half of the bottle, his adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. The jut of his shoulder, almost touching his throat, taking his weight as he leaned back on his arm… the whole thing was fascinating. People interested Janus as a whole; the way they functioned, how they seamlessly picked up on little cues from others that Janus was still in the process of figuring out, even down to intricate biology of cells was incredibly captivating. But Remus was so much more than that. His voice when he spoke him to sleep, never mentioning it the next day, the way his dark eyes glimmered with hope when Janus agreed to eat with them, the twitch of his moustache as he covered a laugh at Patton’s corny jokes.

He was art, plain and simple.

Janus didn’t know if what he felt was romantic attraction. It sure felt like it, except it had never felt quite like this before. It wasn’t that he was asexual or anything, he was actually decently far from it. It was just how uncomfortable most physical contact made him that gave him the idea he might never have a partner in the way that he wanted. He wanted to hold hands, to cuddle, to kiss… but at the same time, he didn’t. That is, he didn’t know how he’d handle it. Sure, he’d had crushes in the past, cute boys from his classes or celebrities in the shows he hyperfixated on, and still the feeling of uncertainty had stayed. With Remus, something was different though. Never before had a crush ever felt so breath stealing, chest clenching, awe inspiring-

“Like what you see?”

Janus flinched, realizing Remus had finished drinking and was beaming at him with that stupid gorgeous gleam in his eyes. He looked at his lap immediately, feeling his face heat up.

“Sorry.”

“Not a problem,” Remus smirked, having the audacity to wink at him before standing up. “I’m going back in. Coming?” He reached out his hand, hopeful. Janus took a breath, acknowledging that this was his first time initiating contact since he’d arrived, and grabbed Remus’ hand. The surprise on the other’s face was almost enough to make him laugh. He pulled the younger to his feet, keeping a firm hold in Janus’ hand. And… that was okay.

Until it wasn’t.

The second his feet touched the sand, it was like alarm bells exploded behind his eyes. He couldn’t describe it, but it felt wrong. It gave in too much, light sprinkles of sand covered the top of his feet and instantly every nerve was on high alert. He ripped his hand from Remus’, stumbling backwards onto the grass again. The elder spun to him with concern.

“Snakey? What happened?”

“I- hmm, no. I can’t. Nope. No no no. Wrong. It… hmmmm. Can’t.” The last word dragged out as his brain seemed to disconnect from his mouth. His mind didn’t work, so focused on how every blade of grass was swiping along his soles too softly, too gentle, too much. His hands had curled into fists and he was fighting against everything inside him to scream bloody murder, because oh god the wind was brushing the hair onto the back of his neck and it tickled and make it stop make it stop!

Janus could vaguely hear someone shout, and the loudness floored him. Get away, get away, it’s too much it’s too much. The feeling of the grass was gone, and he was sitting on his beach towel, but the wind was still brushing his hair too much, so he grabbed at it uselessly, begging it to stop, stop, stop.

“What’s happening?” Roman.

“Is he okay?” Patton.

“Does he look okay?” Virgil.

“Janus, breathe. You’re safe.” Logan.

Yeah, he knew that. He knew, objectively, that the wind isn’t out to get him and grass doesn’t hurt and sand isn’t supposed to fry your nerves. That didn’t change the fact that it did for him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it connected that they were seeing him have a meltdown, finally. But he couldn’t focus on that, not when someone was touching his arm why are they touching my arm LET GO!

He screamed now, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His breaths were ragged and gaspy, hands ripping at his hair to try and stop the fluttering strands. Then there was a new sound, an engine, a boat, and with it came the deep bass of some terrible music and there were people shouting and his head was hurting, why was it hurting so bad?! New hands grabbed his wrists and he writhed, pulling back from the grip that was pulling his fists away from where they’d been hitting his skull, over and over, trying to just get his stupid brain to work. Come back to the present, ground yourself, do SOMETHING!

And then something was in his hands.

His eyes peeled open (when had he shut them?) and he saw the dark blue stress ball, almost crushed between his fingers. The hands were gone from his wrist, and he took a deep breath, relaxing his hand and watching the slime filled toy slowly return to its natural shape. It was just like one from his drawer, the first stim toy he’d ever gotten. Familiarity. He kneaded it under his fingers, enjoying the comforting texture, the color soothing to his sensitive eyes. Bit by bit he felt himself relax, still holding the toy inches from his face between stiff hands, letting his legs unfurl. Without thinking, he raised a shaking hand to his chin and did the sign for ‘water’, and immediately regretted it. It was just such a habit around his parents, the only other people who had seen him break down to this extent, how could he be so-

He flinched as a water bottle was pressed into his raised hand, the lid already taken off. The water was so good, settling his senses and grounding him, like he’d been in hyperfocus before and it was dulled now. He gave the stress ball another squeeze, captivated by the way the slime moved, not even flinching as someone snapped in front of him.

Looking up for the first time, his first instinct was to crawl into a hole and die. Logan was sitting in front of him, slowly putting the cap back on his water bottle before handing it back to Patton, who was standing just behind him. Roman and Virgil had begun packing the chairs and bags agonizingly slowly and quietly. Impressive; they were almost done and he hadn’t noticed until now. He turned to his left and his heart completely shattered. Remus was sitting statue still, a few feet away, with a look of pure fear in his eyes. He sat on the edge of his knees, like he wanted to pounce forward and hug him but was holding himself back. He appreciated that.

Logan snapped again and Janus turned back.

‘Better?’ He signed slowly.

‘You know sign?’ Janus responded weakly, confused.

‘Patton too. I go nonverbal as well. Are you okay?’

The younger nodded, returning his hands to the stim toy on his lap. ‘Yours?’

‘Yes.’

“Is he okay?” Remus whispered suddenly, drawing their attention. He looked so scared, like anything could break Janus and he was scared he would cause it. Oh. Did he think he caused this?

‘Not his fault.’

Logan looked between the two, a look of confusion settling in his face. “What?”

‘Not. His. Fault.’ He signed sharply, a frustrated hum emitting from the back of his throat. ‘Not his fault!’

“Remus, he’s saying it’s not your fault. What does that mean?”

“I- I took his hand, and then this happened…” Remus started, leaning back onto his feet ashamedly, “If that wasn’t the cause, what was?”

‘Sand.’

Logan’s eyes filled with understanding, and he responded, ‘Sand?’ as if to double check that he got the right sign. Janus nodded again, slightly thankful for the mute state he was in. He wouldn’t be able to explain this as well as Logan would.

“If I’m understanding right, then my first assumptions were correct. Janus, did you just experience a sensory overload?”

Janus could only nod, meeting his eyes shakily. This is the moment. Now is his segway. If Logan wasn’t already suspicious, he surely was now. And he’d rather not have to explain, or come up with some half assed excuse if he was confronted later on why sinking his foot into sand had made him break.

‘I’m autistic.’ He fingerspelled it, not knowing what the sign was, or if there even was one. There was a beat of silence, the twins and Virgil exchanging puzzled looks, and Janus couldn’t even bear to look at the two people who would have understood. All his fears came rushing back. Would they think he was lying, or seeking attention, or or or-

“Oh, sweetie,” Patton crooned, sitting cross legged beside Logan, “We thought maybe… well, the possibility came up in conversation before. Lo was the one who brought it up.”

“Yes. Though our experiences differ, you seemed to exhibit symptoms that are common to the ASD spectrum. I thought it feasible, but did not wish to offend or frighten you by mentioning it.”

“We thought that if you were autistic, it would be yours to tell us,” Patton smiled softly.

“Wait,” Remus interrupted, “Janus, you have autism?”

Janus’ nervous glance up must have been enough to clue the rest of the group in, because Roman sighed and ducked his head into Virgil’s shoulder while Logan messily signed something which roughly translated to ‘how dense can someone be’. Jan couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not, but he cracked a smile anyways.

“Shit. Dude, I’m so sorry,” Roman murmured into Virgil’s shirt, “All the times I made fun of you for not joining us or anything, that was way out of line. I truly apologize.”

The youngest gave him the worldwide gesture for ‘it’s okay’; not exactly ASL, but it got his point across. Everything was packed up now, and Janus realized the implications.

‘Home?’ He asked Logan, eyebrows scrunched together.

‘Yes. You need to rest.’ He was right, he was exhausted. Getting to his feet along with Patton and Logan, he reached down to grab his towel, only for it to be promptly swooped up by Roman.

“I… I got it. Don’t worry about it. Okay?”

As soon as Roman turned his back, Janus couldn’t help his heavy sigh. This was another reason he had refrained from telling anyone. He didn’t want to be seen as a burden, or worse, a child. He didn’t need help with menial tasks like grabbing a towel. Virgil and him lifted all the belongings again, with less complaining this time, and began the short trek to the truck.

‘He’s not babying you,’ Logan signed, as if reading his mind, ‘He’s just guilty. If you want my advice, get as much out of it as you can.’

“Logan!” Patton chastised, failing miserably at hiding a smirk.

“Guys?” Remus’ uncharacteristically timid voice prompted them to turn back, “Could I talk to Janus for a sec?”

“You understand he is unable to speak at the moment, correct?” Logan raised an eyebrow, probably coming off more harsh than he meant to.

“I know. Just… please?”

The other two shared a knowing look that Janus didn’t understand, before Logan turned to Janus. “Is that okay?”

The youngest nodded, watching over his shoulder as the lovebirds joined hands, leaving him and Remus alone. When he met his eyes again, he was standing much closer, eyes searching nervously.

“Maybe this will actually be easier since you can’t talk,” he laughed, before his face fell dramatically, “Fuck, that’s not what I meant. I’m such an idiot, I didn’t mean-”

Janus held up a hand quickly, as if to say ‘it’s fine, settle down’, holding back a snicker. He’d understand if someone was upset by the comment, but he’d learn to take Remus’ jokes lightly. He never meant to actually offend, sometimes he just… blurted without intending to. He rolled his finger in a ‘keep going’ motion.

“Shit. Okay,” He’d never seen Remus blush, or stumble over his words before. Not like this, at least, “Now, don’t feel obligated to say you feel the same or anything, okay? This is just, my feelings, and mine alone,” A deep breath, “I like you, Snakey. I like you a lot. More than… more than a friend.”

Oh.

Janus was ninety percent sure he died right then and there. But Remus kept going, tripping over his words in a way that was so unlike him, and yet so perfect.

“I have for a while. I never said anything because I thought, maybe you disliked me? After today though, I think… well, maybe I was misinterpreting those signals. Like I misinterpreted today. That you didn’t want to be around me, no matter how hard I tried.”

Okay, Janus took it back. He wanted to be able to talk now, but his voice came out as another low hum, and he slapped his hand over his mouth, embarrassed. Remus pressed on, unfazed.

“Snakey, I swear to you, that you having autism doesn’t change those feelings at all. It’s not a bad thing, or a flaw, it’s just you. And everything about you is amazing, and perfect, and this is just another thing I get to learn about you. Any fears you had around telling us, telling me, you don’t need to have them.”

He’d never felt this kind of feeling before. In that second, he knew for a fact that this wasn’t a crush that he had on Remus. That wasn’t possible, because a crush had never made him want to break his social barriers like this. A crush had never made him want to make an exception, to stand on his tip toes and kiss him, even if the thought of a new touch usually caused goosebumps to rise on his arms. Because he felt so safe, so blissfully numb, so comfortable with Remus, that he’d be willing to give it a try.

This wasn’t a crush. This was-

“I love you,” Remus whispered, his statement accompanied by a large shaky breath.

He couldn’t say it back, not right now. Later, he would. For sure. Maybe a hundred times. So he did what he’d never thought possible and took that step forward, breaking his bubble that he’d always thought to be unbreakable.

It’s okay. You’re okay. This is okay.

For once, he actually believed it.

Janus reached a hand up, slowly, and rested it on Remus’ face. It wasn’t light, he couldn’t do half touches. It was solid, warm, real. Not a tickling touch that made him twitch, or a brush by that stole the very breath from his lungs. The positive response affirmed his will power, and he leaned up onto his tip toes. Remus looked absolutely stunned, but he didn’t pull away, he couldn’t if he tried. His breath caught in his throat as the elder glanced down, an unmistakable look to his lips.

Had Remus always had those green flecks in his eyes?

And he kissed him. Janus surged forward, pressing their lips together harsher than he’s intended, pulling a small gasp out of Remus. There was a whoop from the vague direction of where they’d parked, followed by a loud smack, and Janus couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.

Remus’ hands were clasped at his chest, unmoving, probably afraid that if he touched Janus wrong, this would all be over. He’d have to explain half touches later. For now, he took one of his hands in his free one and guided it around, pushing it into the small of his back until Remus got the message to keep that pressure. He let out a small sigh through his nose, an action that sent a new round of butterflies exploding in the younger’s stomach.

This is okay.

This is all going to be okay.

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Jungkook - Tangled shirt

This is the full imagine for the idea about the small sleepy reader. I hope this was done well, I wrote it this morning at around 10am. I don’t know if I’m fully proud of this right now but i quiet like it at the same time so please enjoy!

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!Reader

》 Summary: A very sleepy reader and an adorable Jungkook. Jungkook helps her wind down after a long day with a shower and one of his shirts.

》 Genre: Fluff

》 Word count: 1661

》 Notes/Warnings: No warnings, Reader has a lil tummy and thicc thighs 🥺

Masterlist | Requests and messages are open

Today has been one of the most stressful days for you. You had an exam in one class and a presentation in another. From staying up all night to prepare and revise to actually speaking in front of a group people, you were exhausted.

Kicking off your shoes and taking your coat off, you didn't acknowledge that the lights were already on in your apartment. Your bag made a thud sound when you dropped it on the floor. You leaned your back against the wall as you blinked your eyes rapidly, trying to wake yourself up a bit more.

Luckily, before you got home you managed to eat a sandwich and crisps from a vending machine. Not a choice that you were particularly fond of, but it was food nonetheless.

You didn't notice the footsteps that were coming closer causing you to jump when you felt a hand on you. Jungkook, with his hand on your shoulder, gave you a small smile and eventually pulled you into his embrace.

Your body fell into him, putting almost all of your weight on to him. His chin was on top of your head, his arms draped across your shoulders.

"Hm, my petty girl is finally home" he mumbled into your hair.

A tired smile made it on to your face as you wrapped your arms around his waist. The warmth and the smell of Jungkook made you even more sleepy.

He must have noticed as he pulled back a little to see tired eyes staring back at him. Your makeup seemed to have come off a little, mascara slightly smudged at the bottom of your eyes. But still, you were so pretty to Jungkook.

"Let's get you cleaned up" he whispered and guided you to the bathroom.

Once you were both in the bathroom, he turned the shower on and started to undress at a much quicker pace then you were. You just stepped out of your jeans and as you were about to take your shirt off, you felt hands tug at it.

"Arms up, babygirl"

You obeyed and lifted your arms up. Once it was off, you took off your underwear, with help from Jungkook as he helped you balance yourself when you stumbled a bit. He stepped into the shower and held a hand out for you to join him.

When you got into the shower, he turned you around so that the water hit you more than him. With your back facing him, he got the shower gel and started to message your back, moaning when he got a particularly hard knot at your shoulders. You quickly got your makeup remover and washed your face; you hated the feeling of wet makeup.

Jungkook turned you around and grabbed the shampoo. He very gently messaged it into your hair, the feeling caused you to slump into him a bit, your body now against his fully. You heard him laugh quietly but continued to wash it out and then message conditioner into your hair as well.

Once you was finished, you turned around to wrap your arms around his waist. He quickly washed his hair and body, finding it a tad bit difficult to do it whilst you leaned on him.

Jungkook turned the shower off and carefully stepped out, having to make sure that you were able to stand up on your own for a second whilst he got the towels.

He wrapped the towel around your body and secured one around his waist. Jungkook picked you up, under your arms and carefully put you on to the counter. He rushed out of the room and came back in no time with fresh clothes for both of you.

He helped dry your body gently and quickly put you in one of his oversized tops and some fresh panties. You leaned your back against the mirror as you felt your eyelids starting to fall and Jungkook was quick to realise this.

"No, no princess. You got to stay awake for just a little bit longer whilst I brush your teeth. Okay?" He said in a low voice.

He took your toothbrush with some toothpaste and stood in between your legs.

"Open, princess"

You would have blushed at the choice of words, but you were too tired to realise the dirtiness of them and opened your mouth.

He brushed your teeth with a hand softly cupping your jaw to make sure that every tooth got cleaned. You glanced up at him and lazily looked over his features. His scar on his cheek, the mole under his lip and nose. The small water droplets that fell from his wet hair and down the side of his face. His big, sparkly eyes that held thousands of emotions.

You felt so normal compared to him, so ugly. You had a few acne scars on your chin and forehead, your skin was probably a bit red from being sensitive to heat. You felt like your body was a bit chubby. You were more skinny than big, but you still had a little fat at the bottom of your stomach and thick thighs, that you absolutely hated. You had to close your eyes for second before bad thoughts started to consume you.

When you opened your eyes, you brought your hand up slowly, to rub away some water on his cheek.

"Love you" Your words slurring together.

Jungkook looked up to meet your eyes and smiled widely, his nose scrunching up. "I love you too, princess".

He finished brushing your teeth and picked you up by your waist. Automatically your arms went around his neck and your legs around his waist. You snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and kissed one of his moles on his shoulder.

Even though he was still in just a towel, he carried you to the bed and gently put you on top of the bed. It was summer now, so neither of you have been sleeping with a blanket but with a soft, thin sheet. He put the sheet on top of you and kissed your forehead, though you were so far gone that you hardly registered anything.

Jungkook went back to the bathroom and got changed into some boxers and brushing his teeth. He did this fast so he could get to his favourite person faster.

The time was around 10pm now, a bit early for Jungkook as he was used to going to bed in the early morning. He sat down next to you in bed and went on his laptop. He looks at you from time to time for inspiration as he was thinking of writing another song. Maybe one for just you.

Time seemed to fly by as he continued to write lyrics and scroll through social media. He wished he could stay in a moment like this forever. The soft whirl of the fan in the corner, your quiet snoring coming from his right. The laptop screen seemed to blur a bit as he yawned and decided that he should go to sleep.

He turned to look at you and found that you had kicked the sheet off you and his oversized shirt was bunched up around your waist, looking a bit twisted and tight around your figure. Your right leg was 90 degrees sideways and your left straight. He lightly traced his fingers of his right hand along your thighs and stomach. You were so ethereal to him. He knew that you hated your stomach and thighs for he has kissed them a thousand times every time you complain about them. He loved that your stomach was soft and a bit pudgy so that he could lay his head on it. And your thighs, oh how he loved them. They were so so soft, and so so comfy. He loved to touch them, he loved to see them in any piece of clothing. But when you were just in underwear, he would be a happy man to die between those thighs. He loved to squeeze them and grip at them. He had to shake his head to get dirty thoughts of him between your thighs out his head before he popped one.

At this moment though, it didn't look comfortable for the shirt to be bunched like that.

As you were laying on your back, he found it was easy to get his hand under you and in between your shoulder blades. He lifted the top half of your body up with virtually no effort and untwisted the shirt, pulling it down to your hips, his hands slightly caressing your skin. He then put your top half down slowly and moved his hand to the middle of your back so he could pull the shirt all the way down to your knees. When his fingers touched your skin, you involuntary shivered, causing him to chuckle at the effect he had on you, even in your sleep. He softly put you back on the bed and smoothed his hands down on the creases of the shirt.

When he removed his hand from you, your body moved to set you on your left side, with your hand reaching out for his comfort again. A fond smile made its way on to Jungkook's face as he got under the covers and slowly dragged you in to his arms. Unconsciously, you wrapped your hands around his waist and rubbed your head on his bare chest. Jungkook smiled and wrapped his big strong arms around you, feeling like he was protecting you.

He knew that you loved to feel small sometimes, especially with his arms around you. And he absolutely loved the size difference and the feeling of making sure you are protected. Being the maknae meant that he was babied, but now he has someone to baby.

He put his chin on top of your head and kissed your hair.

"Good night princess, I love you so much"

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marvelmadam08 · 4 years ago

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Baby Blues 11/?

Summary: Ace goes to his first doctor’s visit, and Alex checks in with her doctor.

Warnings: First shots, crying, doctor visits, slight jealousy. Fluffy Dad!Chris content. Body insecurities, health concerns, and mentions of sex.

A/N: Rest in Power to Chadwick Boseman, our Black Panther and King. He gave us so much while battling cancer, not just Black Panther. The work he has done in the amount of time he had left a mark, and cannot be replicated. Chadwick Boseman has been such a force in Hollywood that no one could ever forget him. My heart goes out to all his close friends and family.

Also, let’s not make this about Black Panther 2.

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6 Weeks Old

“I mean they can program a robot to perform surgery on a grape but they still have to jab a n-e-e-d-l-e into my baby’s skin for vaccinations.” Alex glared at a few of the other moms in the waiting room, eyeing Chris up and down with Ace.

Chris fed him while Alex filled out the medical file. He was noisy drinking from the bottle, but he took to bottle feeding easier than Alex expected. She watched from the corner of her eye, Chris was a natural, jumping right into action whenever Ace needed something. Seeing him walk around the house with Ace never got old. He was always singing songs to him, some made up. Alex’s favorite so far was the one called ‘Doggies Are Friendly’, in attempts to get Ace to warm up to Dodger. No luck.

Overall seeing Chris Evans with a baby was enough to get any woman excited, and willing to give him more. So she could understand the gazes he got from the other moms, but that didn’t mean she had to just sit there and let them undress her husband with their eyes.

“Al, he can’t understand you.” He watched Ace, unaware of the extra eyes lusting after him

“He’s intuitive Chris, he knows what I mean." Alex frowned, thinking about the how upset Ace would be once he got his shots. She always thought her mother was being overprotective when she was younger but now she understood it completely. She could hear him crying now, and the thought made her eyes sting.

Chris finally looked up, after hearing the infliction in Alex’s voice ”What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say that, we’re not gonna bottle up our feelings.”

She half shrugged “I guess it’s a mental thing. I mean I know he has to get the shots- I just feel like I’m a monster, purposefully putting him through pain.”

“Baby, it’s a required check up, the first of many shots down the road. You aren’t a monster, you’re a mother.”

“Evans?” the nurse called out from behind the counter

“Are you gonna be okay?” Chris asked as they stood, shifting Ace against his shoulder to burp him

“If you’re asking me if I’m gonna cry, I’m making no promises.” she quickly admitted

Alex hovered over the nurse while she weighed and measured Ace, and checked his heartbeat. Ace’s face when the cold stethoscope touched his chest was adorably deadpan. However, Chris was the one with all the questions, discussing development stages with the nurse the entire time. Going over Ace’s feeding and sleeping routine, asking if the amount of sleep was too little or too much. Would changing the baby wipes would cause any rashes. How soon would it be before hiding out if he was actually allergic to food or animals. And he jotted it all down in his phone, Alex stopped the nurse short when she offered to give Chris her number for any future questions.

“Al, I can hold him.” Chris offered once it was time for the vaccine shots

“No, it’s fine. I can handle it.” She kept Ace’s head turned away facing Chris. The nurse took a step closer, syringe in hand, Alex moved away slightly. “Sorry.”

The nurse tried again, Alex turned the other way.

“Mrs. Evans, I need you to stop moving him.”

“Al-”

“Okay, you hold him.” she conceded, before handing Ace over to Chris

She chewed her nail and watched from her new spot. Ace cried the second the nurse stuck him, Chris felt tears rising to his eyes. He went to wipe them away before anyone could see but more spilled over hearing the cries getting louder. Ace fidgeted against Chris, a heartbreaking attempt for him to move away from whatever stuck him.

“It’s okay baby.” Alex did her best to soothe him while the nurse prepped for another shot. She looked up at Chris, his cheeks wet but he kept his face straight, Alex wiped the tears away from her husband’s face before repeating “It’s okay baby.”

Seeing Ace’s lip poke out while the nurse moved in to stick him again nearly made Chris go into full defense mode, but he bit the inside of his cheek when the crying started again. Ace’s, not his.

“It’s okay honey, we’re all done with the shots.” the nurse soothed, covering the puncture points with small smiley face band-aids

“Yay, all done!” Alex clapped while Chris kissed the top of his son’s head to calm him “You okay?” Alex gave her husband some comforting back rubs

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He sniffled

"Good because now we have to go to my appointment."

***

After chewing down the nails on her left hand, Alex was half through her right one when she was called into her doctor’s exam room. Chris offered to go in with her, but she quickly declined, knowing she would have to be undressed for part, if not most, of the check-up. She done her own self-examination last night, seeing how different she looked down there.

She didn’t want to be vain about it, but the first thing that popped in her head once she looked was how much she needed to get a wax. The second was equally as vain as it was humbling when she thought about having sex with Chris again. Her husband, AKA, Captain freaking America, who could eat to his hearts content and still come out looking as cut as the day she met him. Alex wanted to kick him and kiss him at the same time.

“Well Alex,” her doctor spoke, going over her notes “my main concern for you right now, is your blood pressure. It’s a little higher than usual, what’s your diet like at home?”

“More red meat than before, loads of pasta.” Alex paused to think “I tried string peas, y’know just for research purposes, surprisingly good.”

She chuckled “I tended to lean towards the squash when my first kid was born, but peas were a close second. What about stress?”

Alex shrugged “Fine, I guess. I mean, I can deal with it.”

“Alex, you can’t take this lightly. Stress can be just as harmful as smoking, for both you and your son. You are still breast feeding right?”

“Yes, and I started pumping.”

She jotted down some more notes “Mhmm, and how’s that going? No issues? Low milk supply? Pain while nursing?”

“Aside from the nipple chaffing, not really.” Alex picked at her nails, her doctor noticed

“Alex, I can’t help if you’re not one hundred percent honest with me. It’s bad enough we have doctors that downplay our symptoms because of a bullshit theory that Black people, specifically Black women, have higher pain tolerance. Don’t put on a brave face, not when it comes to your health.”

“Well when you put it like that- I hate pumping, I hate feeding sometimes too. It’s like a bunch of pins and needles sticking me when I do it, just sucking the life out of me. I don’t recognize my body anymore, and I’m warning you now, it’s not pretty down there. As for the stress, my husband and I have been fighting over what’s best for Ace, and our marriage. Which makes me concerned for when I go back to working. My Dad damn near broke his back, my son won’t sleep for longer than an hour, and I think he hates our family dog.” Alex exhaled a sharp breath

“You feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“If you don’t like the feel you have when pumping when why do it?”

“Chris wants to be included in feed Alexander, my son, which I get. He’s gonna be back and forth between working and home again, so he wants his chance to bond with him.”

“But breast feeding is also uncomfortable to you?”

“Only when he fights trying to latch, but once he does and he’s calm, it’s worth it.”

“Have you ever considered formula? Lots of new moms do it, even rotated between that and breast milk. It’s actually proven to help both the mom and the baby.”

“We’ve talked about it, I voted against it.”

“I’m not saying you should, ultimately it’s your choice, but I will recommend, giving it a shot considering the stress you might be going through.” she scribbled down a few more notes “Now physically, how do you feel?”

“In my vagina?”

“There too. Please scoot forward and lay back for me.”

Alex followed orders and put her legs in the stirrups “Mostly tired, out of everything I’m exhausted. I’ve been walking to try and slim down a bit, but the weight isn’t going anywhere.”

“That’s to be expected, a lot of new moms hope for the baby weight to drop right off.” Alex’s doctor explained while pulling on her gloves “However, a lot of it is your uterus trying to shrink back to it’s regular size after being stretched out for nine months. Perfectly normal to like your body isn’t the same anymore, because it’s not. It gets easier the more kids you have.”

Alex chuckled “I don’t plan on having another one for a while.”

“Are you taking birth control?”

“No, Ace’s spit up on my clothes is all the birth control I need right now.” Alex shifted slightly “Plus I don’t really get in the mood too often now a days. Not sure if it’s emotional or mental but I’m just not ready to bring intimacy back in just yet.”

“Well physically, you’re good to go. Stitches are all healed, no signs of infection or tears. I will recommend going easy though, as well as a birth control, in case your mood changes.”

“Thanks, what do you recommend for my marriage?” Alex asked jokingly

“I have an acquaintance who’s a marriage counselor. I can give you her contact information if you like.”

“Um- I think I’ll pass this time Doc.”

“Okay then, I’ll let you get dressed and just talk to Toni at the desk before you leave to set up your next appointment.”

Chris stood once he saw Alex reenter the waiting room, Ace was fast asleep in the carrier.

“What did your doctor say? How are you doing?”

Alex did her best not to hesitate “A little concerned about my diet, said my blood pressure was a bit high, but overall-”

“Are you okay?”

“Chris, let me finish.” she gave him a reassuring smile “I gotta fix my diet, limit my stress and my blood pressure will be fine.”

“What did she say about- other things?” he hinted, a light blush creeping to his cheeks

“Well- my insatiable husband- I should wait a little longer. Nothing is wrong it’s just what she recommends.”

Chris nodded “Okay, not a problem.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders “We’ll wait, doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

#chris evans x ofc #Chris Evans #Black Writers #OFC #babyblues #marvel #Avengers #Defending Jacob #devil all the time #Sebastian Stan #black reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #rip chadwick boseman

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ubernoxa · 4 years ago

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The Token: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 9: Get Out

Story Summary: Fanfic inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. In a desperate attempt to make it big doing what she does, she cuts her hair and mascardes as Duff. What’s the wors that could happen?

Chapter Summary: Betsie’s wrath cuases several aftershocks, and Duff gets too drunk for her own good.

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“What is going on?” My uncle bellowed through the shop.

“Your barista or whatever the fucking hell you call her is a damn traitor who dresses up as a guy and plays in a rock n’ roll band on the strip” Betsie shouted at my uncle. I felt every customer in the shot starting at me. Fuck.

He then quickly turned towards me, as if I had a logical straight forward answer.

What was I supposed to say? Yes uncle, I dress up as a guy and perform in a rock band on the other side of town? He was rather clear only a couple minutes ago that he wasn’t a huge fan of me being in a band, and Betsie storming in looking to start a fight wasn’t helping the cause. I call bullshit on anyone who says the truth will set you free. The truth would only burry me deeper in the grave I already dug for myself.

“I don’t know what she is talking about. She must be high on coke or some shit. She...is crazy!” I shouted at my uncle as I walked out in front of him.

“Lying bitch! You and your band think that you can just bring strippers on stage, and no one would miss my band? You know what you’re fucking saying right? What message you’re sending to the strip? By replacing us with strippers? That that’s all we Pixie was! That people only came to our shows for our looks. Do you think that people only came to see my band, may I remind you that is was also your former band that you were apart of, because we are a bunch of chicks? Is that what you think all female musicians are? Just something nice to look at? Well say something your treacherous bitch!” She howled across the counter. I remained frozen, not only motionless, but speechless. Strippers? We were going to have stripper on the stage?

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I shouted back losing all composure I had before.

“Ohh really Michelle? Then explain to me why the bar manager told Cindy that we weren’t playing because Guns N’ Roses, apparently a ‘far better band’ according to the manager, would be bringing strippers, so the clientele wouldn’t care. Our. Fans. Wouldn’t. Care. As long as there were chicks dancing on stage our fans wouldn’t mind,” she snarled making sure to put air quotes when she said far better band. I didn’t notice how quiet the shop was until she stopped talking. I took a quick look around, the shop when I noticed it was quickly empty. My uncle must have escorted the customers out.

“Have you ever thought that maybe Guns N’ Roses got the gig because we are better than Pixie? You guys flat lined. You were playing the same songs and going nowhere! I tried to save Pixie before you kicked me out. Looks like I avoided being apart of the shipwreck,” I shot back. Big fucking mistake.

Before I could blink, she pushed past Derek and launched herself at me. I didn’t have time to process what was going on. I felt like a rag doll as everything blurred in front of me. It wasn’t until she slammed me against the counter that every thing came back into focus. I tried pushing Betsie off, but she was too strong. I had absolutely no leverage from my position. I was fucked.

As I continued to flail like a fish trying to get her off of me while she screamed profanities, Derek swooped in pulled her off of me. I remained frozen on the counter watching as Betsie tried to kick Derker in hopes of escaping his grip.

The doors to the coffee shop flew open. I was glued to the counter when I turned to see a police officer burst through the doors. The room went quiet, the only sound that filled the room was Betsie panting.

Fuck.

I let one last scream escape me as I felt Betsi throw me against the ground. My mind was too busy trying to comprehend how she escaped Derek’s grip to even take in the chaos that had erupted around me.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as I looked over towards Betsie. I tried to listen to what the cop was saying, but his worlds sounded distorted like a bowl of alphabet soup. I took another deep breath feeling a sharp pain in my chest. Fuck, she must have bruised something when she threw me to the ground.

I looked down at my white apron that was painted red. Fuck..was that...was that my blood. Subconsciously I felt my hand cover my mouth to hide a gasp when I felt something trickling onto it. The liquid felt like a waterfall as i watched the liquid paint my hand red.

I looked over towards my cousin Kendal to only receive a disapproving glare. I froze as I saw a piece of blond hair out of the corner of my eye. Where the fuck was my wig? My question was quickly answered when I looked up at my uncle. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the brown wig he had gripped in his hands.

I squinted as I tried to understand what he was shouting, but I couldn’t read his lips.

I felt someone place their hand on the small of my back and squat down next to me. I turned to see Izzy as he tried saying something, but just like everyone else, I couldn’t hear him. I could feel him pulling at my arm, and I turned towards Derek who remained frozen. Fear plastered across his features. I felt a ringing return to my ears and turned towards where I heard the sound come from.

“Get out, you’re done,” I nodded at him and turned towards Kendal who wore an expression that mirrored the one on Derek’s face.

“Uh...yeah...I’ll umm..I should..go,” I felt Izzy catch me as my right leg gave out below me.

I would like to say that I walked out of the coffee shop, but I knew Izzy held most of my weight.

“My wig Izzy, I need to go get my wig,” I muttered as I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked.

“We can get the wig another time,” I nodded, but deep down I knew I was’t getting my wig back.

“Was I....was I fired?” I felt useless as we continued to walk towards....actually I had no idea where we were heading.

“Yes,” I nodded at his response as I tried to process what had happened.

“Michelle, we have to keep walking. The sooner we get to my truck the better. I don’t want to have to deal with more cops today,” Izzy grunted as he helped me get into his truck.

“At least Your truck is red, so I can’t bleed all over it,” I giggled once I was inside his truck.

I jumped when Izzy’s laugh filled the car when he got it.

“Shelly, the exterior of my car is red, not the interior,” I looked around the car, and I felt my eyes practically shoot out of my head. Fuck he was right.

“Here, tilt your head forward, and place this underneath it to catch the blood. If my car every gets searched, I don’t want them thinking a murdered some chick in the front seat,” he offered me a kind smile and handed me his shirt. Which begged the question of when did he even take his shirt off.

“How hard did she even hit you?”

“By the fact that I confused the colors of the interior and exterior of your truck I’ll go very hard,” I kept my head down buried in his shirt, but I could still hear him chuckle at my response.

“WAIT...who is Shelly?” I lightly tilted my head up to see a rather confused Izzy looking at me as we sat at the red light. I knew that I went by Michelle and Duff, but FUCK I had a third name? Was Shelly some kind of stripper? I could barely handle being two people, how the fuck could I be three???

I heard a sigh escape Izzy, “it’s called a nickname. Michelle....Shell...Shelly” His tone remained lifeless as he explained my new nickname.

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride towards wherever the fuck we were going. He focused on what I assumed to be the road, and I focused on keeping my nose leaned forward in his sweaty shirt. I looked up once so felt the truck stop.

“Take off the apron, and put on this sweatshirt,” I sent him a confused look as he spoke.

“Duff doesn’t have boobs. Hopefully the sweatshirt is baggy enough to conceal them,” I felt Izzy’s eyes linger on my chest before her tossed me a random sweatshirt.

It took me a couple seconds, but I was able to throw it on and toss my apron under the seat.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered under his breath as I followed him into his crammed place.

“Ohh sorry, took me a couple extra seconds because I was trying not to bleed to death,” I sassed back.

“Jesus Christ, I already have one drama queen in my band, I don’t need both you and Axl acting like drama queens,” I laughed as I followed him into inside.

“Luckily for us, looks like no one is home,” I headed towards the bathroom to wash off my face while Izzy went to the kitchen to get what I could only assume to be supplied.

Yeah Izzy, so lucky for us.

I stared in the mirror looking at my reflection that was painted black and blue. I smiled at the fact that my nose was no longer bleading and immediately began to run Izzy’s shirt under cold water trying to get the blood out.

“Here,” I turned towards Izzy who handed me a bag of frozen peas.

“Did she hit you in the stomach or chest?” I nodded while moving the bag of frozen pees from my face to my ribcage.

“Alright take your shirt off.”

I froze once Izzy’s monotone words filled the bathroom.

“Izzy if you wanted to see my boobs, you could have just asked,” I teased taking off his hoodie I was currently wearing and my shirt from work.

I watched as he tried to hide a smirk before he inspected the bruises that littered around my stomach and the rib cage. Betsie definitely got me good. I focused on my breathing as I sat on the grimy bathroom counter dressed in only my braw and work pants. My eyes remained focused on the shower curtain as if I was cramming for an exam about shower curtains. I was doing everything I could in order to avoid any eye contact with Izzy. I didn’t want to make anything more awkward.

“What were you doing back at the coffee shop? I kindled you out, why did you come back?” I asked in hopes to break the awkward silence that filled the bathroom.

“I saw a police car race towards the coffee shop” his response was short and plain, but I didn’t want to press any further. Something about the way he responded, I felt like he was lying. I could put my finger on it, but he wasn’t telling me the whole story.

“You should be fine, just take it slow the next couple of days,” the moment I nodded, voices filled the apartment.

“Will you be able to play?” I nodded again and Izzy’s question before I through on the hoodie following him to the main room for and practice. We had a gig in three days, and there was nothing that was going to keep me from playing.

The next couple of days were filled with practicing, and they flew by. I sat backstage at the Troubadour fidgeting with my bass. I was pulled from my thoughts at the faint sound of someone yelling.

“What the actual fuck?” I perked up at the sound of Steven’s voice.

“Sounds like Axl is pissed about something,” I replied earning a nod from the drummer.

“Im going to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone,” he said before leaving the backstage area.

I sat alone in the small white room littered with graffiti alone for a couple minutes as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the gig. The bar was packed, and I could already feel the nerves growing in my stomach.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

And like magic, I felt the nerves slowly flush from my system as the vodka took its place.

I took a deep breath, and looked up as I saw the rest of the band enter the white room.

“Pixie is batshit crazy!” I laughed at Slash’s words.

“What happened?”

“They started shit, bitching how we replaced them or some shit like that. The best part was their drummer, Betsie, wasn’t even there. Apparently, she’s in jail!” Slash laughed as he sat down next to me.

Holy shit Betsie was in jail. I remained frozen for a moment or two before taking my fourth shot.

Why didn’t anyone from her band bail her out? Did they not have the money or did they just got give a shit?

The crowd was packed, loud, and hungry for some rock n’ roll. Even with the dancers, as Axl put it, on stage I was able to enjoy the gig. I felt the adrenalin take over the more I played. I felt alive

After spending god knows how long at the bar after the gig, Izzy, Slash, and I all crammed into the his truck filled with our equipment. Axl and Steven ‘ended up scoring’ as Slash put it, but I didn’t mind, more vodka and beer for me. Slash handed me a bottle of nightrain once we finished unloading all of our gear in the apartment, and he toasted towards an amazing gig.

“Killer ass show!” Izzy said plopping on the ratty couch.

“We just keep getting better and better,” I took my first sip from the bottle, and continued to feel the calmness flow through my veins.

Time quickly flew by as we talked about random shit that came out of our mouths. Slash would continue to ramble about his snake, trying to get me to meet her. I didn’t know it was possible for Slash to get more talkative, but here we were. Slash’s voice filled the room once again as I looked over to Izzy who had grown more and more quiet through the night. He rolled his eyes as Slash continued to ramble. I returned a smiled and took another sip of my drink.

“You thirsty tonight?” I looked up to Izzy as he motion my half empty bottle.

“Just got something to celebrate,” I smiled back before continuing to drink. Not giving a care in the world.

“Now what’s that?” I melted as he flashed his signature smile. God he was fuckin hot.

“Kick as gig, and Pixie is practically finished. Did you see the look on their faces as the crowd chanted Guns N’ Roses? It was fucking priceless. I’ve been waiting to get revenge at those bitches for months!” I cheered.

The room went silent and Slash sent me a confused look.

“What the fuck did they ever do to you? Did they fuck you or something?” Slash’s face was painted with confusion.

“They kicked me out of the fucking band, stole my songs, and fucking dragged my name through dirt!” I shot back in a matter of fact tone.

“ I thought they were a girls only band?” I was met with only more confusion from Slash. Yeah they were, that’s why they were called Pixie. I froze for a couple seconds trying to understand his confusion.

“So Slash, how old is your snake again? How did you first get her?”

I completely ignored Izzy’s attempt to change the subject, and replied “Well I’m not a guy, I’m a fucking chick.”

Without thinking I ripped off my shirt and the wrapping I used to hide my boobs. I looked over towards Izzy who remained frozen as confusion swept his face as well. I looked down at my exposed chest, and quickly sobered up to what I had done.

I looked up to slash who only managed to mutter, “What the actual fuck....you’re a girl?”

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outr-banks · 5 years ago

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The Ways || Fic

(Pope Heyward x Female Reader)

requested: kind of... idk if that makes sense?

a/n: anon, thank you for requesting a pope fic. i didn’t know where to start at first, but man oh man i surprised myself. once again, thanks for requesting pope, i’ve been wanting to write for my wholesome king.

In which you take notice of all the ways the boy you’re in love with be helplessly in love with his best friend. You’re tired of seeing it, especially tired of being unseen.

warning: tension, fluff

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It didn’t make sense to you how someone can possibly ignore him. It’s him, Pope. He’s the quiet, responsible kid who sat in the front of classroom to be closer to the teacher. He’s the boy that everyone takes seriously, yet no one actually does. All throughout highschool, you admired him from afar, and consequently saw all the ways he’d shown his love for his best friend, Kiara.

How could he not be in love with her? She’s everything you wanted to be. Laid back, carefree, sweet but can easily put you in your place. She’s Kie, best friend with the infamous pogues.

You and Pope had a weird relationship, the kind where you talk but weren’t on that level. He always chose you as a partner for all the school projects and exams. You had asked him why me? In which he answered, you just get me.

Ever since then, you question yourself... really why not me? Sure, you’re no huge advocate for environmental causes, which you beat yourself up for, or the adventurous type but you cared for him and that should mean something.

Instead, you remain in the background as you watch the main character of your story take his role.

Seeing the boy you fell for, be in love with someone else, is a different kind of pain. It’s almost as if him not getting to be with her, hurts you even more. It’s rather strange, since you want him for yourself.

It’s so obvious though, his love for Kiara. When it comes to her, he’s very sacrificial. Pope, many times canceled your study plans to help her out. You can’t blame him, you’d do the same if it was for him. He follows her around like a puppy, and it’s not like she’s stringing him along or anything, but she only sees him as her best friend. In fact, Kiara has been pining after JJ for awhile. It’s kind of like a train at this point. He lingers on when she embraces him or after leaving a conversation. Kie brings him such joy and you have to thank her for it.

It’s a late evening and once again it’s you and Pope hitting the books together. Just being in his presence brought such tranquility, and you never want to depart from it. He’s munching on a few snacks when he receives a phone call, interrupting you and him from the work ahead.

“Hey, Kie! No you’re fine, just studying.” An immediate smile falls on his lips, and jealousy flows through your veins.

You hear a bunch of hmmms and okays. He nervously fidgets his thumbs, twirling them around to keep himself under control.

All you do is sit there in the silence of the empty library, hiding your hurt behind your hair. Usually it’s easy to contain the pain of it all but tonight, your patience and tolerance for it has run low.

Pope continues to speak on the phone, laughing like there’s no tomorrow. The echoes that bounce around the walls, torments you. You’ve simply had enough.

“Pope!” You exclaim, dropping the pencil from your tight grip.

He looks at you confused and a worried expression surfaces. He whispers something quickly to the cell and hangs up.

“Is everything okay?” His eyebrows furrow in and hesitantly moves his chair closer to you.

“No, everything is not okay! I don’t think we can be study partners anymore.” There’s a slight irritation that follows your cry.

“What why? I’m sorry for being on the phone, I won’t do it again.” Pope’s eyes soften when they meet yours. They instantly calm you down and regret pours in.

“It’s not that, Pope. I just can’t do it anymore, it hurts too much.” You catch yourself in your hands to hide the tears daring to escape.

“y/n, I’m so confused just talk too me.” His voice is low but delicate.

“I see the way you look at Kiara, like she’s the only one in the room. And trust me I get it, I do. It’s the same way I look at you.” A weight has finally been lifted off of your shoulders, and it’s freeing.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” Pope stumbles in his words and searches for your eyes.

“You don’t need to say anything, you already did.” Jumping off of the chair, you begin to pack your things to leave.

Your heart hurts and now a painful cry hits against the walls of your mouth. You’ve never been so vulnerable with someone, but it was the price to pay in order to move on.

A warm but tight grip lands on your arm and spins you around. Pope watches you slowly crumbling, and you hate it.

“I don’t know what to say, not because you think I have feelings for Kiara but that fact you have feelings for me. In which for your information, I do not like her.” He chuckles under a breath but none of his words make sense to you. You saw it clear as day. The canceling of plans, the lingering, all of which directs towards his feelings for his best friend.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Pope.” At this point, it’s embarrassing. You can live being rejected, but being humiliated is a different case.

“I actually like you. Kiara is my best friend, she’s been needing my help because she’s having problems with JJ. I’d do anything for her because I love her, just not in that way.” His fingers interlock with yours.

“God- I’m so stupid.” With your other hand, you face palm. His words repeat over and over again in your head.... I actually like you.

Pope slowly reaches over and lifts your chin with a finger and gently places a kiss on your lips. A beautiful, ethereal sensation causes an out-of-body experience.

He pulls away swiftly and you blissfully open your eyes, “I like you in this way.” A small grin lays perfectly on your lips, and he plants another sweet kiss on them again.

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baezen · 5 years ago

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hush | c.b

pairing: chris beck x reader word count: 4461 warnings: tooth rotting fluff,

prompt: librarian!au | college!au

summary: in which the good guy gets the girl

author’s note: repost

oneshot | masterlist

If there was one thing she needed tonight, more than anything, was for the floor of her dorm not to host a party. Yet, as she shoved her earbuds into her ears, she’s already packing her books and laptop into a backpack. The earbuds do nothing to hide the fact that Ruby and her latest beau were going at it in the room next door, even with the music at a deafening volume. The bed squeaking obnoxiously and the frame connecting with the wall.

Y/N makes sure she’s got her key and purse before she leaves, locking the door to make sure no one goes inside. It’s happened before and things have gone missing. At least her roommate has finished her exams and gone home for break, which means no one will accidentally leave the door unlocked.

Y/N nipped into the pizzeria on her walk to the library, tucking her earbuds into the pocket of her jacket as she ordered a large pepperoni. Only needing to wait ten minutes before it was ready and she was carrying it into the library.

You weren’t supposed to have food in the library, but the librarian on Tuesdays was more lenient than the one on Wednesdays or Fridays. He didn’t mind if you ate, so long as you kept your area clean and didn’t use the library’s computers while you were eating. The same went for the books. Always keep them clean.

The only reason she needed the library tonight was because of how quiet it was compared to her dorm currently. She had one final exam to study for, which wasn’t for another two days, but she didn’t want to be cramming the night before. She wanted to go to bed feeling well rested and prepared. But knowing her, she’d be cramming, stressed she wasn’t going to pass.

As Y/N entered the library her gaze turned towards the librarian’s desk. He barely looked up from his astronomy textbook as she took a seat at a large group of desks. Setting the box on the table as she unloaded her laptop and books from her bag.

Y/N looked towards him, the librarian, as he scanned a few books for a customer. Making small talk as he entered the card number in the system.

He always looked so soft, wearing a slightly larger grey hoodie with a NASA symbol on the breast, his hair usually a mess from running his hands through it constantly. Circles under his eyes making him look perpetually exhausted, which wasn’t a shock to any college kid. Sleep was scarce around exam season. Hell, it was scarce any season. Y/N should know, the bags under her eyes were constant.

The second she opened the box of pizza she’d caught the librarian’s attention. He was in her space science class, but she’d never learnt his name. He kept mostly to himself, except for when he dominated their professors questions, whereas almost every one else struggled. He was effortlessly smart, and she’d admired him from afar for the longest time. Noticing how some days he’d come to class wide awake and alert, but more often than not, he looked as exhausted as the rest of them.

His fascination with space was incomparable to anyone Y/N had ever met. His vast knowledge of the cosmos was intriguing. Endearing. It made no sense to her that she never saw him with anyone around campus, no bros, no girls. It was always just him, with his nose buried in a new space book each time.

Y/N typed with one hand as she ate, her eyes skimming her books for anything that she knew she needed to elaborate on with a further explanation. Her hand grew tired of typing quickly and she sighed, wiggling her fingers and taking a break from staring at the screen of her laptop. The bright white occasionally hurting her eyes, this time no different.

She yawned as she shut the pizza box, unable to finish the last few slices. Casting her gaze towards the librarian who’d gotten up from his desk and wandered towards a section of books, placing the ones from his arms back into their rightful places.

Y/N looked at the clock hanging on the wall and groaned, it was almost eleven, which was when the library closed. She rubbed my hands over my face to wake herself up a bit and started packing her things back into her bag. She hadn’t thought it was that late when she’d first arrived, but clearly time had gotten away from her. Taking one too many ‘breaks’ to admire the cute librarian as he spoke in a hushed whisper to himself.

Scribbling out a little note on a scrap of paper before placing the half eaten pizza on his desk, the note sitting atop it. Telling him he could’ve asked her earlier for a slice if he was as hungry as he looked, and leaving her name and number on the off chance he wanted to use it some time.

+++

After Y/N left the library she had turned her phone off, too scared to learn whether or not he’d sent her a message at all. She had a sudden burst in confidence, yet couldn’t even handle learning the truth; if he was interested in her or not. No matter how hard a pill rejection is to swallow, no one wanted to learn that the person they’re interested in doesn’t share those same feelings. It’s hard.

At least that’s what Y/N kept telling herself.

The day of her exam she turned her phone back on to see if he’d sent anything. Clearing the notifications from a couple of apps, her breath catching in her throat when she realised there was a missed call from an unsaved number and a voicemail that’d been left. She checked the voicemail first, holding her phone to my ear.

“Uhh, hey, Y/N. It’s Chris, uhh, the librarian you left your pizza for. I’m just, thank you so much, honesty, I’ve been studying my ass off for finals and keep forgetting to eat. So thank you. You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did.”

Y/N smiled at the recorded message, finding Chris’ rambling adorable. And his voice, god, his voice was like heaven. She never wanted the rambling to stop.

“I’m c-calling from the library’s phone because, well, long story short, I-I dropped mine in a puddle and someone d-drove over it. And I don’t know w-why I told you that! It’s not relevant, shit. I’m s-sorry. Um, I was just k-kinda hoping that m-maybe, on the off chance that you d-don’t already have plans this F-Friday, if you’d like to j-join me for dinner? I, uhh,–” he couched to clear his throat, a nervous laugh sounded in the earpiece. “I’ll be at t-the library all day T-Thursday if you wanna g-give m...”

The dial tone sounded, letting her know that the message had been cut short since he’d exceeded the time limit. But luckily he’d left another message which started off with a small nervous laugh.

“I’m s-sorry, the last message was s-supposed to say I’ll be a-at the l-library all day Thursday if you w-want to give me a c-call or s-stop by. I m-mean, if y-you don’t that’s...l’life, I guess. I m-mean, I h-hope you do, b-but no p-pressure. I – J-Jesus, you’re r-really nailing this w-whole thing, B-Beck. Real s-smooth. If I s-see you, I see you, a-and if I-I don’t, w-well, I’m sorry for w-wasting your t-time. Good n-night, Y/N. T-Thank you again for t-the pizza.”

She saved the messages to her phone, unable to bring myself to delete them. Spending ten minutes replying to a few texts before grabbing everything she needed and heading to her exam, a plan in her head to catch up with Chris at the library afterwards.

+++

Y/N spent a total of two hours and thirty seven minutes in the exam, making sure she’d answered everything to the best of my ability before handing my paper in and making her trek across campus to the library. SHe was nervous, to say the least. Her hands sweaty as she gripped the straps of her backpack. Blowing out a shaky breath as the building came into her line of sight.

Campus was dead. There were only two more days of exams and then it was Christmas/New Year break. A few lights were strung up around the courtyard as she walked down the alley between two buildings. The library was one of the only places still open, housing a few students sipping coffees from the shop next door as they tried their hardest to absorb any information they needed to prepare themselves for their exam.

It was weird feeling like she’d done well in my exam. Like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders the second she passed through those doors. But it could have also been because she was going to see Chris at the library and confirm their date for tomorrow night.

Y/N was excited. Exams were over and she potentially had a date with the guy she’d been crushing on for months. And it was Christmas in a little under a week. Even though she wasn’t going home for the holiday there were a bunch of students in the dorms staying back and were planning their own Christmas shindig. They had a tree put up and decorated on the 8th floor. Y/N was making one of her favourite desserts.

Hannah, on the third floor, had a friend who’d been buying them alcohol to stock up on since the shops would all be closed and the majority of our plans consisted of drinking. Once they’d opened presents, of course. They’re not totally uncivilised.

Y/N unwrapped her scarf from her neck as she entered the library, automatically engulfed by a wall of warmth. She walked towards Chris at his desk. He was currently serving a customer but looked towards her when he noticed someone was standing to the side. A grin forming on his lips as he went back to serving the customer.

She didn’t mind waiting. Watching him bumble around, stammering over his words as he kept sneaking a look in her direction. The guy walked off with his books, leaving the pair alone to talk.

“H-hey. Uhh, hey,” Chris greeted nervously, walking out from behind the desk. Rubbing the back of his neck as he walked towards her.

“Hi,” she replied, breathing out a smile. “I guess I should properly introduce myself, huh? I’m Y/N.”

Y/N held her hand towards him and he smiled down at it as he grasped it with his own. “I’m Chris.” He looked up at her with the most mesmerising smile, his blue/grey eyes catching the light from above.

“So, tomorrow night…”

“I was h-hoping I could c-cook for you,” he said, rubbing his arm. “I’m a p-pretty good cook, and I-I’m kind of too b-broke to take you a-anywhere nice right n-now.”

Y/N laughed, appreciating his honesty. “A home cooked meal sounds lovely,” she assured him with a smile. “Did you want me to bring anything?”

He shook his head. “Just yourself.” He reached toward his desk for a pen and a piece of paper, quickly scribbling down his address before handing the paper to her. “Does s-six-thirty suit?”

“Perfect,” she replied, folding the paper and tucking it into her pocket for safe keeping. “I’ll see you tomorrow at six-thirty, Chris. Have a good night.”

“You too, Y/N,” he farewelled, cheeks tinged with warmth and a smile on his lips. “See-see ya tomorrow.”

She gave him a slightly awkward wave before turning around and leaving the library, taking a peek over her shoulder to look back at him. Still smiling after her. Raising his hand in a wave before she braved the cold weather outside. Wrapping her scarf around her neck and disappearing out the door.

+++

Y/N stood in the middle of the room dressed in only her underwear, hands on her hips as she looked at the selection of clothes laid out. A pair of jeans and a woollen jumper. A cute dress and some stockings, with a lovely warm coat. Her pyjamas.

A chill ran up her spine, making her reach for the jeans even though she desperately wanted to put her pj’s back on and go to bed. She wiggled the denim up her legs, doing a little hop, step and jump to bring the material over the curve of her ass. Huffing as she finally managed to pop the button through the hole and tug the zipper up. Grabbing a singlet to wear under a long sleeved shirt before putting a jumper on.

Her bed looked extremely inviting, piled with a thick duvet and deliciously soft, warm blankets. Still unmade from earlier today when she’d finally decided to crawl out of the warm nest and venture to Bobbie’s, since she’d agreed to buy her a nice bottle of wine for her date tonight.

She was nervous for her date with Chris, but was also extremely excited. It’d been awhile since she’d last been on a date, the last few having gone awry. But those guys weren’t awkward, stuttering Chris Beck. They were the over-confident, bordering on cocky assholes that assumed after a date she’d be willing to fuck them as a thank you. The first couple of dates had been average, as well as the sex, so eventually she just stopped going on dates.

She didn’t need a half-assed attempt at conversation when they both knew what direction the date was heading in, and more importantly, she didn’t deserve to be left high and dry after they came and left her to take care of herself. College guys are the worst. But she got the feeling that Chris wasn’t like that. Even though he planned on cooking her dinner at his place, it didn’t feel like an attempt to get her into his bed. she was excited to see how the shy, quiet guy treated a girl compared to the arrogant jerks she was used to seeing.

Y/N spent a small amount of time on her makeup, since she’d already applied it this morning. Just touching up a few areas here and there. Not wanting to overdo it, but still wanting to look nice.

She blew out a breath as she packed her makeup away and stuffed her feet into a pair of boots, sitting on the end of her bed as she laced them up. Taking a minute to gather er nerves as she looked at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, the glowing red numbers reading 18:04, letting her know she had less than half an hour to get to Chris’ place, and that her Uber should be here any minute.

Rising to her feet, Y/N shrugged into my jacket and tucked the bottle of wine into her purse. Her phone buzzing with a text from the Uber driver, letting her know he was outside, so hastily making her way down. Locking her dorm behind me.

The ride to Chris’ place took just over 20 minutes, Y/N’s leg bouncing with nerves the whole way. Rubbing her sweaty palms against her thighs. Thanking the driver as she climbed out of the car and walked up to the house, knocking on the door thrice.

She exhaled heavily, a smile coming easily to her face as soon as Chris opened the door. A bright smile on his own face.

“H-Hey, come in,” he greeted, stepping aside so she could come in out of the cold, already shrugging out of her coat.

“I know you said not to bring anything but I couldn’t show up empty handed,” Y/N said, hanging her coat up and pulling the wine from her purse, handing it over to him. “The finest wine eight dollars can buy.”

Chris chuckled as he closed the door. “Then l-let’s open it. S-Shall we?”

Y/N was already on her second glass when Chris finally served dinner, the delicious smell of a homemade roast chicken with all the fixings filling the little space.

The house itself was cozy. He lived with three other guys who were all home with their families for the holidays, but it was kept nice and tidy. She suspected because it was just him there at the moment.

They sat at the dining table to eat, a candle was lit between them, their glasses full of wine. A warmth to Chris’ cheeks from the alcohol, or from Y/N’s flirting. Perhaps both. Asking each other why they were still here instead of with their families. Her reason being that she couldn’t afford it, and his being that it was easier being apart for the holidays. Family is messy. That didn’t mean it was an easy decision for him to stay away. The hurt she saw on his face told her there was more to the story, but that he wasn’t ready to share it.

Dinner had been amazing, to the point that after they finished eating they stayed at the table drinking. Their faces lit up with the flickering light of the candle dancing over our skin.

He was beautiful. The way he spoke, wise beyond his years. Voice smooth, the alcohol ridding him of his stuttering, but slurring his speech. The corners of his eyes crinkling with each laugh, his hand covering his mouth as he giggled.

God, she was in deep, and it was only the first date.

+++

Y/N ended up inviting Chris to the halls for Christmas, telling him a bunch of them had plans to eat and drink and celebrate together because they couldn’t be with their families. He’d agreed to think about it, but when she’d swung by the library to see him on the 23rd he’d told her he’d be there.

It’d been a couple of Christmases that he’d spent the holiday alone, and now that an opportunity presented itself where he didn’t have to be, he’d be stupid not to go at least for a couple of hours. That was what he’d told her when she’d happily embraced him, anyway.

And now it was Christmas day and Y/N was waiting in the lobby of the building to let Chris in. He’d said he’d be there around ten, and it had just gone five past. She was starting to get a little fidgety when he knocked on the glass door. She stood up to open it for him, my mood changing from upset to happy upon seeing his face.

“S-Sorry I’m a little l-late,” he apologised, shrugging out of his jacket. “It’s i-icy and I k-kept s-slippin’ over.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head. “I’m sorry for laughing,” she replied. “I’m glad you made it here in one piece, though.”

“So am I.” He smiled.

“C’mon. The party’s already started.”

SHe took his hand in hers and led him towards the elevators, his gloved fingers slipping between her own as the doors opened and they stepped inside. She hit the button for the eighth floor and held her key to the sensor, and only then did the elevator work. Taking them up to the eighth.

“Thank-thank you for i-inviting me again,” he said softly.

“Thank you for agreeing to come,” she told him, smiling up at him and giving his hand a squeeze.

The party was in full swing when the elevator doors opened. They had to wait for a couple of guys racing on swivel chairs in the hallway to roll past before they could exit.

“You can chuck your stuff in my room to keep it safe if ya want,” I offered and he nodded, letting her drag him around the hallway until they reached her room. Using her keys to unlock the door and then pushing it open, letting him walk in first.

He sat his bag on the desk and hung his coat up on the rack, unwrapping his scarf from his neck. “I h-hope ya d-don’t mind,” he said as she leant against the doorframe. “B-But I bought u-us a b-bottle of that w-wine.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Y/N said as he handed the bottle to her, smiling at him as she grabbed two plastic glasses from her desk drawer and set them on the desk. Opening the bottle and pouring themselves a glass each. Ignoring the chaos out in the hallway, handing one of the glasses to him. “To the finest wine eight dollars can buy.”

His hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb brushing over her cheek lightly as he stared at er. Gaze flickering from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes.

“And to n-not being alone on C-Christmas,” he added softly.

“And to not being alone on Christmas,” she repeated, clinking her glass with his and having a sip as he did the same.

“Can-can I…” he stuttered, looking back down at her lips as he shuffled closer.

“Kiss me, Chris,” she whispered.

He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, no trace of hesitation in his actions. Kissing her with certainty. Lips firm against her own at first, softening when she kissed him back almost instantly. Tasting like the wine they’d just drank.

Only detaching when Brooke waltzed in and announced it was time for presents. She was gone as soon as she arrived, moving onto the next room.

“I, uhh...” Chris downed his drink. “I’m not c-expectin’ anything in r-return, but I wanted to g-give you some-somethin’.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a tupperware container. “I m-made you some cookies. F-Family recipe. I-I hope you l-like ‘em.”

Y/N rose to her tiptoes and pressed another kiss to his lips as she graciously accepted the container from him. “Thank you, Chris,” she replied, smiling as she set the container and her wine on the desk. Opening one of her clothing drawers and pulling out a hoodie she’d seen at an op shop. “I haven’t seen you wearing this design so I wasn’t sure if you’ve got it or not.”

He took the hoodie from her and his eyes lit up when he unfolded it, a large grin spreading across his face. Reaching for the back of the current sweatshirt he was wearing and pulling it over his head so he could put it on.

“I wasn’t sure about the size…”

He shook his head after pulling it over his head, sliding his arms through it. Wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground, a laugh escaping her lips before he silenced her with a kiss.

“It’s great–it’s the greatest g-gift anyone has ever g-given me,” he confessed. “Thank you, Y/N. S-So much.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head. “You’re welcome,” she told him. “Merry Christmas, Chris.”

“M-Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he said back, the most joyous expression on his face.

“You wanna go and watch everyone else open presents or stay here and make out a little bit?” She asked him, her hands running through his hair.

Heat rose to his cheeks as he coughed. “Uhh, m-make out a little b-bit,” he replied honestly.

+++

With the holiday’s over and done with, a mistletoe kiss and a New Years Eve kiss crossed off her bucket list, college classes had officially started back up. Chris and Y/N had made things official before they welcomed in the New Year together, and they’d been on several dates since he first cooked her dinner.

She’d met his roommates, mostly because she spent a lot of her free time at his place. They seemed nice enough – typical guy behaviour trying to piss Chris off by hitting on her. Though he knew she only had eyes for him.

He’d met her roommate, who’d badgered him with question after question since she’d given her no warning that she now had a boyfriend. So she’d returned back from break to find him asleep in Y/N’s bed. No funny business had been happening. They’d just been sleeping after a long first day back of classes.

Her flight had been delayed time and time again, which was why she had no idea when she was coming back; because she didn’t know herself until she was boarding her flight.

It was fine. She was cool with it. And she was happy that Y/N’d finally met a guy who treated her the way she deserved.

Y/N was too. He was so good to her. And she always made sure to look after him, too. When he let her.

It was Tuesday today and he still had his shift at the library to complete before he’d go home. She knew he never took anything to eat with him – knowledge she’d gained from past experience, – so after making her own dinner, she took a container full of lasagne to the library for him.

It was still warm when she got there, sneaking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, tucking myself under his arm.

“Hi-hi, beautiful,” he greeted with a soft chuckle. “I d-didn’t think I’d get t-to see you today.”

Y/N hummed as she leant up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Brought you dinner,” she told him. “Because I know you never bring anything to work.”

“Thank you,” he told her, kissing her forehead as he took the container from her hand. “Lasagne?”

Y/N hummed, producing a fork from her pocket and placing it on top of the container. “Yeah. I hope you enjoy.”

“Can’t stay?”

“Afraid not,” she replied. “Got a lot of reading to catch up on that I was supposed to do over the holiday but I got a little sidetracked.”

“It’s that b-boyfriend of yours, I t-tell ya,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “He’s a b-bad influence.”

Y/N laughed. Loud. “He’s lucky I love him.”

“He–you, what?”

“I love you.”

And she did. He was the kind of guy you knew from the moment you met him that you’d fall in love with him. All the blushing looks and nervous laughter, piled in with how much of a genuinely nice guy he was...it was a no brainer. She’d happily fallen in love with him.

“I-I love you, too-too. Shit, no. I can say this without stutt-stuttering.” He took a deep breath and steadied himself, cupping my face with both of his hands. Dinner all but forgotten about. “I love-lo, no. Wait-wait. I love you too.”

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #chris beck x you #chris beck fanfic #chris beck fanfiction #*hush

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jgukmilk · 5 years ago

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he won’t know (m) 01

➔ summary: Growing up you always had a crush on the heartthrob in human form; Jeon Jungkook. But you never managed to muster up the courage to develop anything with him, alas you eventually got yourself a boyfriend, thinking you had gotten over your silly middle-school crush and your boyfriend had become the one that held your heart, well, at least that’s what you thought.

➔ pairing: Jungkook X Reader

➔ genre: cheating!au, smut, slight angst.

➔ warnings: cheating with jungkook - In no way do i encourage cheating, this is pure fiction, mature language, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunniligus, unprotected sex, overstimulation, jk has a huge schlong wbk, dirty talk, plot if you squint, edited (i apologise if there’re any mistakes, one of my many talents is overlooking typos), graphic?

➔ wordcount: 12.1k shuSH

part 1, part 2, part 3 (final)

“Canon ball!” Hoseok yelled out loud before speed running and jumping into the water, causing a huge wave to hit the edges of the pool, “Hoseok!” You yelled semi-annoyed while laughing as you attempted to wipe of the water droplets running down your exposed stomach.

You and a your friend group had decided that it was time to take a long deserved break. You had all finally finished with finals, and you were all completely worn out from the countless, sleepless nights of studying. Your friend group, which included; Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and lastly your best friend, Mina.

You had all agreed to step away from studies for the time being, just for a little while until your next exam approached, and just chill and enjoy each other’s company, and what better way to do so then sit by the pool. Jimin so happened to own a beach house close to the beach (duh), which was perfect.

In reality his parents owned the house, but they had been kind enough to let you all borrow it over the weekend.

Both parents agreed on the friend group deserving a break after studying so damn hard.

It was a three-floored house with a handful of bedrooms and bathrooms, so you all had enough space to sleep somewhere comfortable instead of the cold marble floor.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you’re wearing a bikini. It’s made for the purpose of engaging in water-based activity,” Hoseok piped as he wiped the excess droplets trickling down from the side of his neck. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. He was probably still in the exam mind-set, which allowed him to use such formal words when he easily just could’ve told you a bikini was made to get wet.

“I’d rather just sit here and enjoy the sun,” you said, laying back down and allowing the rays of the deep orange sunset light to warm up your skin. “Then go inside to the rest of the gang, if you don’t want to swim,” Namjoon let out while he was floating on his back, looking as if he was trying to become one with the water.

You, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook were the only ones that were sitting outside by the pool, either swimming or trying to get a tan. And frankly, you were the only one doing the second option.

The three boys, mostly Namjoon and Hoseok, had tried to convince you for over an hour to come in and join them in the water, but you’d much rather prefer to just sit back down in your beach chair and relax.

The rest of the group was chilling inside the beach house, playing cards and board games while most probably munching on a bunch of snacks. You didn’t feel like going inside and eating your weight in snacks, not that it didn’t sound like a delightful idea.

But you’d rather just sit outside and enjoy the shining sun, since you had spent the last couple of weeks studying in your room with absolutely no rays of sunlight, like some sort of ancient caveman. You missed it, you missed the light.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, your phone made a small vibration next to your thigh making you open your eyes and shift your attention over to the phone to see who had messaged you. Hoping it was your beloved boyfriend, Jaehyun, your thoughts filled with hope, only to be crushed seconds later when you saw you had gotten an email about some irrelevant advertisement about a diarrhoea colored couch being on sale. No wonder it was on sale, it was ugly as shit, almost literally.

Your back hit the beach chair while a long sigh left your lips. You and Jaehyun had been dating for a little over 8 months. He had asked you to be his girlfriend on a cute picnic date in one of your favorite parks.

He was your dream guy; he was sweet, thoughtful, funny, and not to mention, really handsome. In your eyes he was the whole damn package. Everything was going so well the first couple of months, but when exam season rolled around you both started to become more distant, you were long over the honeymoon phase of your relationship.

You didn’t lose interest in each other, well, in a way you did, but it wasn’t intentionally. You had both been so busy with studying that you barely had time to spend with each other. The sweet goodnight texts he would send you every night slowly reduced by the day. The spontaneous facetime-calls vanished.

You barely saw each other anymore. Alas, putting all of those factors aside, you could see Jaehyun was trying. He was truly trying to keep in contact with you, and make you feel like you had a boyfriend that wanted to know how you were doing and ask you about your day.

Truth be told, you missed feeling like you had a boyfriend.

“You good, Y/N?” Namjoon’s deep voice broke you out of your thoughts, “what?” you blinked twice. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for a solid ten minutes, without blinking. I was starting to worry that a fly might get its way into your eye,” he chuckled lightly.

“N-no, I’m good, just thinking ‘tis all,” you heard an over exaggerated uhhh escape Hoseok’s mouth, “trouble in paradise, girly? What’s his name, Jichan?”

“Jaehyun,” you corrected, “and no, everything’s fine with him and I,” you assured, but the guys didn’t quite believe you. They had noticed how you started to speak less of him as the weeks passed by.

You would always share cute pictures you and your boyfriend took on the dates you would go on every once in a while, or you would talk about how you both would stay up till the ass-crack of dawn to text or call.

But you couldn’t talk about those kinds of things anymore, since those events stopped occurring. But they didn’t want to push it, it wasn’t their business anyway, so they just decided to let it slide. Well, except for Jungkook.

“What happened? Can’t satisfy you anymore?” the dark-haired boy asked cockily, causing all three pairs of wide eyes to shift to his direction. He coolly slid his hand through his dark wet locks.

“Jungkook, leave it,” Namjoon scolded him calmly but sternly. You felt your heart slightly race in frustration. This brat, you thought. Wanting to stand up for yourself, and not wanting to look like you needed anybody else to do it for you, you answered him, “we’ve been busy studying,” you kept it sweet and short.

Your relationship with Jungkook wasn’t exactly… what’s the word? Existent.

You were part of the same friend group, and that was all you two were, two people sharing the same group of friends. You never uttered more than a few words to each other, and if you had a decent conversation there was always a third party involved. Though it wasn’t enough to call him a friend.

But that didn’t stop him from having the balls to act like an ass to you from time to time, like now, but other than that, you two didn’t really talk so much.

You like to blame your non-existent friendship on the previous crush you had on him. You had small feelings lingering for Jungkook in middle school, long before you even knew Jaehyun, back then Jungkook was the one who had your heart without having any knowledge of it.

Jeon Jungkook was the throb of your heart. Was.

And because of those meaningless feelings, you never got the courage to try and develop a friendship with him.

But over time you just got used to not having any form of relationship with him, so you just decided to let it be, and he too didn’t seem to care about trying to earn your acquaintance.

Time passed by, the sun had set, and the boys still tried their best to convince you to join them in the pool, but your butt remained in the beach chair, like it had for hours now.

They kept telling you how there really wasn’t any excuse since the sun had set, and your only reason for not joining them was because you wanted to supposedly enjoy the sun.

All in all, You were all having fun, Jin came out to you guys countless times, to check on you all once in a while, him being the mom-figure he was, he brought a few snacks so you wouldn’t starve to death or get a spontaneous cramp and drown. His words, not yours.

“Guys, I’m really tired,” Hoseok started, “I think I’m gonna call it a night and join the rest of the gang inside.

You coming?” He raised an eyebrow at all three of you, “yeah, let me join you,” Namjoon let out. Both elder boys swimming to the edge of the pool to dry themselves off and join the rest of the group inside the beach house.

You realized you were going to be left alone awkwardly with Jungkook. So before any awkward conversation could occur, you decided to get up and escape, “you’re leaving too?”

Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder, “what does it look like?” you answered back half-assed, in all honesty you were still a little annoyed at Jungkook because of his unnecessary remark about your relationship with Jaehyun.

“Don’t leave,” he broke you out of your internal rant, “why not?” you crossed your arms. He swam to the nearest edge, resting both elbows on the marble. “I don’t want to be out here all alone, and I don’t wanna go in just yet,” he argued.

“So, you want me to stay?” he rolled his eyes at the obvious, “no dumbass, I asked you to stay obviously because I want you to leave,” you smiled mischievously at his sarcasm, “gladly,” you bowed sarcastically while holding your non-existent gown, and proceeded to make your way over to the house,

“Yes,” he sighed loudly, “I want you to stay.”

You turned around again. Going through all the possible reason as to why you shouldn’t stay out with the brat. He’s just going to be an ass to you again.

Maybe he didn’t mean it?

Are you dumb? When has Jeon Jungkook ever been nice to you?

Well… Maybe this could finally be a chance to start a friendship with him?

The two demons in you were fighting about whether or not you should’ve stayed. Your angelic side wanting to stay and attempt to develop a friendship with the boy you secretly always admired from a far but hated publicly.

While your demonic side was telling you that he could go and suck your dick and choke on it and, maybe if you were lucky, hopefully permanently damage his esophagus.

Realizing you probably looked like an idiot just standing there, staring at nothing. You blinked a couple of time before finally making up your mind.

It wouldn’t be that bad to spend a couple more moments out here with Jungkook, if everything went to complete and utter shit, throwing yourself into the water and drown was always an option.

You made your way back over to your beloved beach chair, about to take a seat when, “what are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice stopped you from placing yourself on the chair, “sitting?”

“No, you’re gonna swim,” Jungkook protested, crossing his arms under water but it was still clearly visible to you, “I’m not going in,” you placed yourself on the chair, “yes you are,” you saw Jungkook from the corner of your eye swimming closer to you, you didn’t let your brain accept what he’s about to do, “what are you doing?” you asked half scared, half annoyed. It was enough for him to have you stay.

Having you go in and swim when you clearly didn’t want to was downright provoking. “I’m dragging you in here myself,” a smirk painted itself across Jungkook’s uneven lips, “No, you’re not,” you said, trying to mentally plant your fingers on the chair to make it impossible for him to lift you from the chair.

He lifted himself up from the water, putting his perfectly sculpted body on display for you. Your eyes stung at the sight and you almost painfully forced yourself not to look at his abdomen and chest. Eyes on his face.

He walked over to you ever so slowly, as if he was giving you a few extra seconds to make up your mind. Your eyes betraying you, your gaze shifted down to his strong biceps. Your mind flooded with thoughts of his rock-hard arms wrapped around you, his veiny hands placed on the small of your back, in attempt to get you up from the chair.

The sole thought made your stomach twist in an unknown way.

You can’t let him touch you.

“Fine!” you exclaimed loudly, making him flinch backwards. You removed the towel covering your thighs and made your way over to the metal pool ladder that descended its way down the pool.

It had become completely unnoticed, but it somehow slipped your vision that Jungkook was already back in the pool, swimming backward strokes, watching you playfully as you unwillingly wrapped your fingers around the metal poles. “Today, Y/N.”

You looked back at Jungkook with narrowed eyes. You took slow steps into the cold water. The feeling of goosebumps lick up and down your spine repeatedly from the sudden contact of icy water, your body twitched. The sun was also gone, meaning the water had dropped a few temperatures.

Your back faced the water, it took you a good minute to let your body adjust to the cold temperature. You inhaled and exhaled deeply trying to relax with both eyes closed, and you’re almost there. Your body was now feeling warmer, so you opened your eyes, ready to go in, but you looked down on the metal poles and saw another set of hands placed tightly around the bars.

Realisation hit you like a truck at the warm temperature-like feeling that was felt from behind. More specifically, another body behind you. You discreetly turned around, without bumping into him. You stopped breathing from the closeness of his face.

“You sure like taking your time, don’t you?” Jungkook broke the intense silence. His dark hooded eyes were fixated on you, making your knees tremble slightly. It made you uncomfortable to have him this close. “Get away from me,” it came out barely as a whisper. All strength that was intended was all gone.

His fingers unlocked from around the bars and you exhaled slightly in relief. Only to have your breath caught up in your throat, when Jungkook decided it’d be a good idea, to wrap his fingers around your wrists instead. “No- I can do it myself, Let go!” you tried to yank your hand out of his grip but you miserably failed.

A wide grin is plastered on his face as he dragged you further into the pool, “thought I might help you,” he brought you even closer to him, and you feebly tried to kick your legs under the water to increase the distance between you.

Finally he brought you to stand right in front of him. He placed both your hands on his broad chest by accident, in attempt to keep your hands still. You tried your luck one more time and yanked your hand away from his using all your strength. Finally, you succeeded.

But that didn’t stop him from coming closer to you. He took small steps in the water, getting closer to you. And you, horrified, backed away. “Jungkook, what’s gotten into you, stop it.” You said firmly. Your eyebrows clashed at his puzzled silence.

You felt the fine hairs on your back rise at the way his breath grew unsteady. His breath hit your face, causing the electric-like feeling up your spine, to intensify, yet you convinced yourself it was because of the cold water.

You saw his eyes switch between your own and your lips. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating or not, but you could’ve sworn you saw him slowly leaning in while secreting his lips with his wet muscle. He was about to- Oh no…

“Whoa! The water feels great!” you extended your arms up in the air on purpose, to create some much needed space between you. Almost hitting his nose, he backed away from you, a little shocked at the sudden outburst. Before he was able to process the situation, you hurried yourself into the water, mentally cursing at the cold liquid touching your skin.

“Wah, it’s so nice,” you convincingly lied, “I see why you want to spend a little more time in here, so relaxing!” you splashed some water on your arms and under your armpits as if you were showering.

Your mouth twitched at the fake smile that painted across your face. Jungkook, on the other hand, was still quite confused, “don’t you think?” you asked wanting to pull him out of whatever thought was going through his mind.

He nodded hesitantly, “yeah, I… I guess,” he scratched the back of his head, his mind still being in a daze of confusion. You sighed in relief from the success of being able to escape the previous situation. Your heart was anxiously racing. You patted your chest in attempt to calm your racing heart down.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you heard your phone ringing loudly. You titled your head, trying to think of who could be calling you this late. “I’ll get it,” Jungkook piped, not letting you respond.

He made his way to the edge of the pool, doing a mini-mermaid stroke with his legs to kick himself up from the water.

He crawled up from the pool and made his way over to the beach chair with the vibrating device on it. “Who is it?” you asked, making your way over to the edge of the pool, following the same movements he made to get out of the pool. You as well, crawled out of the pool. You eyed him confused as you saw his eyes darkening at what seemed to be the ID caller. “Jaehyun,” he said bluntly.

Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name. Not bothering to ask what had gotten into Jungkook, you snatched the phone from his hands, immediately pressing on the green button, and brining the device up to your ear

“Jaehyun-ah!” you exclaimed excited, which only made Jungkook’s eyes grow darker hearing the nickname roll off your lips, but it came unnoticed in your mind.

“Hey, Princess,” your loving boyfriend’s voice was heard from the other line. Your smile grew at the pet name. Not hearing his voice for a long time really had made you sad, considering how you two could never even go a day without hearing from one another.

“Hey,” you greeted back, your smile growing. Your eyes shifted over to Jungkook. And you noticed how his eyes had grown hooded while you had been all smiley with Jaehyun on the other line. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” Jungkook took a few steps closer, almost towering over you, but you managed to place a hand on his bare chest to keep your distance from him.

Ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the skin-to-skin contact with Jungkook, you took a few steps backwards to increase the distance between the two of you. But managing to keep your hand on his chest to keep him in place.

“I’ve been good. Finals went well and now I’m just chilling with the gang at Jimin’s beach house,” You answered, still, your full attention on the endearing boy on the other line.

But bursting your perfect little bubble, Jungkook slid his fingers around yours; waiting for you to react, and it certainly didn’t take long. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed discreetly to the drenched male in front of you. Creepy sensations being sent to your spine from the fingers he had wrapped his own around.

He did nothing but filthily smirk at you before brining you hand up to his cheek. You’re eyes widen in sudden shock, body completely frozen. Being slightly panicked would be an understatement.

“Hello? Y/N, you there?”Jaehyun was now the one to cut you out of you sudden daze, “y-yeah, I’m here. The connection must’ve been bad, I didn’t get what you were saying,” a small aha was heard from Jaehyun.

Jungkook brought your hand, along with his own, up to his face. Subconsciously you cupped his face, you knees almost gave up on you at the sight but visibly you could see him melting into the heat of your palm. “So soft,” he whispered to himself, as if he was talking to your hand, completely forgetting your existence. But his eyes quickly averted to your own, making you lock gazes.

“What have you been up to?” Jaehyun asked from the other line. You didn’t give yourself the time to answer him, since your priority right now was to get Jungkook off of you. You tried jerking your hand away from his but you failed miserably. It only made him come closer to you, leaving almost no space between the two of you, “you really should answer him, angel,” Jungkook whispered, making sure his own voice didn’t reach the other line.

Absolutely frozen in place you managed to utter a few words, “nothing really… you?” Jungkook smiled in satisfaction, his lips moving to the bud of your fingers, placing small pecks of affection on each and every one of them. You moved your phone to the edge of your shoulder, “Jungkook, stop,” you said before bringing the phone back up to your ear.

“Ah y’know, just been busy with work and studies, the usual.” Jungkook’s small peck trailed down to your palm, making his way down and up your arm.

You could feel your breath growing unsteady, “are you alright?” at this point Jungkook had reached your neck, placing small kitty licks on the crook of your neck. “You’re... Panting?”

“J-Jungkook, stop. P-please…” your body betraying your words, you felt your head tilt slightly to the side giving him more space. A breathy chuckle left his lips, causing goosebumps to aggressively shoot through your body.

He continued to nip carefully on your soft skin, “answer him,” he purred demandingly close to your ear, his voicing dropping at least one octave, “yeah, just a little dizzy. I-I should get going.”

“Oh okay, take ca-” you cut the line, letting the phone slide down from your fingers, “good girl,” Jungkook praised you before wrapping his arms around your waist, causing a small gasp to escape your lips.

He turned you both around, and sat down making you straddle his lap, your legs on either side of him. You tried to stand up, you really did, but his arms were tightly secured around your waist making it almost impossible for you to even move.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, making you stop attempting to rise from him. His words caught you off guard. He started trailing kisses between the bridge of your two breasts.

You bit your lips trying your damn best to hold back any sounds from escaping. You refused to let him know how good he was making you feel. He trailed wet open-mouthed kisses from your chest, making his way up your neck.

He grabbed your waist, making you lay down on the beach chair while he hovered above you, completely trapping you. He looked into your eyes, admiring the way your pupils were dilated. He smirked--you were enjoying this.

You stared back at him, lips slightly parted, heavy breaths escaping as if you were patiently waiting for his next move. He lowered his head, licking his lips before attaching them to your own.

He moved at a gentle pace as if he was trying to savor your taste. He pulls away for a brief second, “you taste so sweet,” He smacked any thought out of your mind and continued to kiss you, but still you didn’t reciprocate. You tried your best not to move your lips with his pink and plush ones. They felt so soft, so gentle and, god, so warm. You couldn’t give in, you just couldn’t do that to Jaehyun. To yourself.

His hands made their way to your thighs, bending your knees as he lowered his pelvis to your middle, making the move more intimate. Confused as to why you didn’t kiss back, he removed his lips from yours to get a good look at your face in fear of the fact that he might have crossed the line with you.

Yes he wanted you, a lot, but he would never force you to do anything out of your comfort-zone. But a smile twitched on the corners of his lips in relief getting a good glimpse of your face. Cheeks flustered with pink, pupils dilated, breath unsteady, lips unintentionally parted and slightly swollen. His doing.

He still didn’t know if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, but one thing was he sure about. You didn’t want him to stop. How could you?

If you truly wanted him off of you, you would have pushed him away and rushed inside the house, yet here you were. Letting him hold you, letting him hover over you, letting him kiss you--worship you.

He lowered his face again, but his lips didn’t touch yours. His mouth brushed over yours, while his hand caressed your side. He was ruining you. You didn’t dare to move, he could kiss you, but you couldn’t kiss him. As much as you may have wanted to, as much as he made you want to crash your lips against his. You couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the heart to.

“Are you thinking about him?” Jungkook chirped lightly, his mouth still micrometers away from you. You couldn’t do anything but nod, your eyes fixated on his eyes, occasionally switching to his lips, “I can make you forget about him,” he confirmed, “I won’t make you regret this,” his voice was so gentle. It was as if he was a siren, his voice making you forget about anything and everything, only making you focus on the soft vibrations reaching your ears.

“But you have to let me, Y/N,” he spoke again, “I won’t go any further unless you ask me to,” he stared deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign of consent, but he knew the only kind of consent that’d make him keep going, was your verbal consent.

He didn’t dare to rush you, he’s been wanting you for so long, he couldn’t rush things with you if it’d mean he’d blow it. He had waited so long.

He had waited so long to finally hold you, to have you under him all flushed, and now that he finally had the chance to have you, he didn’t dare to blow it. He couldn’t afford to think with his dick right now. “Jungkook, I-“

“You guys still in the pool?!” You quickly pushed Jungkook off of you, dusting off your body as if he was some kind of germ, “w-we were just about to go in!” you yelled back to Jimin, who was standing on the balcony from the second floor, looking down at the two of you.

“You should come in before it gets too dark,” Jimin pronounced with a smile before making his way back into the house, probably to join the others in whatever the hell they were doing.

“Y/N-“ before Jungkook could speak any further, you grabbed your towel and rushed into the house, too embarrassed to face him.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Namjoon smiled warmly at you once he spotted your flustered form standing by the door frame. You had your towel wrapped securely over your shoulders, “hey,” you replied as you made your way over to the staircase.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asked you, making you stop in your tracks, “I’m tired… so I’m gonna call it a night. See you in the morning,” you said keeping it short and sweet, but before any of them could protest you spoke again, “Mina,” you got your best friend’s attention, “come with me?”

You could see in the girl’s eyes she was about to turn you down. But you tried your damn hardest to give her a look that said, please-just-come-with-me-and-don’t-argue, and luckily, she got the message, “uhm, yeah sure.”

“I KNEW IT!” Mina yelled loudly. You quickly had to slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up, “are you insane?! They’re going to hear you!” you whisper yelled aggressively. You had told Mina about what happened between you and Jungkook when you both were alone in the pool.

But you made sure to keep the details about how flustered he made you feel, out. “I called it!” Mina announced happily over your hand. She had always been bright about the idea of you and Jungkook. Even before you met Jaehyun.

She had gotten salty once you told her about Jaehyun, long back before the two of you even started dating. You remember her not wanting to speak to you for over three days, but in the end, she reminded herself that she needed to be your best friend and support you no matter what, even if she disagreed with you, it was your relationship not hers, and if Jaehyun was able to make you happy then that was all that mattered.

No, she wasn’t hyping you up about cheating; of course she thought and knew it was very wrong and something that should never be done. But Mina knew about your relationship status with Jaehyun, she had known it wasn’t exactly a bundle of roses as it had previously been. She wasn’t sure if Jaehyun was making you as happy as he could anymore.

And to add on top of that, it was Jungkook that you had been a little unfaithful with, which was the cherry on top for Mina.

“Mina, it was a mistake, nothing’s going to happen,” the joyous grin plastered on her face slowly faded, “why not?” she asked curiously, innocently tilting her head to the side while crossing her arms, “because I don’t like Jungkook that way, heck I don’t even like him as a person,” your sentence followed a deep sigh, “look, it was just a stupid mistake I let happen, okay?”

“You may not like him but you sure as hell find him attractive,” smugly, she crossed her arms while side-eyeing your amused. You nearly choked on your spit, “pardon?”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. You might be stubborn as hell but you’re not blind, Jungkook is so hot even satan would be sweating around him,” you rolled your eyes, “well if you think he’s so hot then why don’t you fuck him?” you were almost yelling at this point, completely forgetting about the others downstairs.

‘‘Obviously you want it more than I do,” You almost threw yourself out of the window, you had never sighed so dramatically in your life but at the moment you had no other way of expressing your annoyance.

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” you shot your eyes at Mina, “what do you mean?” she looked around Jimin’s room, “I mean, technically, you didn’t stop him, Jimin did,” you rolled your eyes, “yeah thank God he did,” you ran your fingers through your hair, not daring to think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interrupted you.

“What I’m saying is, think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interfered,” she piped innocently, a small yet creepy smile threatened to paint itself over her face, “I would’ve stopped him,” you answered a little too confidently, “would you really?”

“Look, I don’t want to talk about this - I don’t even know what it was, point is I just want to go to sleep, and you’re staying with me to stop him in case he barges in, in the middle of the night to touch me,” you let out all in one breath, “I will, but not unless you do want him to touch you.”

“I don’t!” you defended yourself, a little upset, “yeah, yeah. Just go to sleep, I’m gonna go take a shower,” Mina got up from the bed, going over to the closet to grab a towel and a few clothing items from Jimin, eventually walking into the bathroom, running the water.

You exhaustedly threw the back of your head against the pillow of the bed. Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook, you thought. Why did he have to make things so complicated for you? Why did he have to grab you the way he did?

Why did he have to make your heart beat so fast you thought it was going to explode, you weren’t going to lie to yourself, you did find Jungkook attractive, but was there more to it? Or were you just nervous and uncomfortable?

Would you have continued if Jimin hadn’t interrupted, would you have kissed him? Would you have let him touch you? Would you have touched him? What if he had-

DING DING

Cutting you out of your trance, you lazily rolled over the bed, reached for your phone that was laying peacefully on the nightstand. You clicked on the home button, making the screen light up, showing the name of the person who had messaged you.

-1m ago

Jungkook: Angel...

-now

Jungkook: Call me.

You stood there, for a solid minute just staring at your phone, God what does he want now? You decided to ignore him, placing the phone back on the nightstand and planting your face on the pillow.

RIIIIING

This motherfuc- angrily slapping your hand on the phone to pick it up, you clicked on the green button mere moments before placing it on your ear, “what?” you let out impatiently.

“Y/N…” Jungkook’s voice was heard from the other line. You froze, but not because Jungkook had called you, no, because your name rolled off his lips like a…. moan?

“What do you want..?” you asked, almost terrified of knowing the answer, but at that moment it felt like the right thing to ask, “I want you in my room,” you swore you could feel your knees shaking, even though you were sitting down they trembled.

You heard a small whimper escape from his mouth. Worry crept its way into you, “are…are you okay?” once again, you were almost terrified of asking.

“No I’m fucking not,” he growled, “you’re so rude, Y/N… you know that?” a small chuckle was heard from the other line, and again, a soft moan followed. “God, you frustrate me so much, angel,” he purred from the other line.

You felt your heart rate increase, pinching the insides of your thighs together, “Jungkook, I don’t understand…” you almost whispered, not being sure if it was unconsciously or if it was because you didn’t want Mina to hear your conversation with the boy.

“I’m in bathroom next to the master bedroom, come by and I’ll explain,” he pleaded, making it sound almost innocent, but you weren’t that stupid, you knew what was in store for you if you were enough of an idiot to commit that mistake.

“Like hell I’ll come by,” you said sternly, as if you weren’t a little hazed just a few moments ago. You had to stand your ground; you couldn’t let him fog your mind.

“P-please. It hurts…” his voice came out as a small whine, your vision suddenly went blank for a brief second, it hurts? Your confidence immediately died down, small proportions of worry started to creep its way into your body.

“J-Jungkook? What’s wrong?” you heard a sharp grunt escape the small speaker, making you flinch slightly in place.

“I need you - ahh shit - I need you to touch me, Y/N,” Only by then did it click in your mind, “My hand isn’t enough, fuck- it doesn’t even work when I imagine it’s yours,” he was touching himself, and to the thought of you.

Your knees shuddered to the bare thought of him getting off to you. You couldn’t let him break you, couldn’t let him know he had a chance to break you.

“I’m with Jaehyun, you know,” you said bluntly, another grunt was heard from the line, but this one wasn’t an aroused one, it was out of annoyance.

“And?” he growled.

“Are you serious?” you huffed in disbelief, “you can’t be this much of a jerk,” you semi-crossed you arms since your right one was occupied with your phone, “He doesn’t have to know, it can be our little s-secret, just between you and - Nghh - and me,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “Please, angel. I’ll eat you out till the crack of fucking dawn, I’ll do whatever you want me to, and you know I can make you feel really good, just- ah fuck- please. Please come over and let me have you.”

The protest dying in the back of your throat, being completely tongue-tied, you just stared at the blank wall in front of you.

“I’ll treat you and worship you like the princess you are, I’ll spread your legs and eat you out until you’re shaking in your own arousal,” your breath collapsed at the pool you felt forming between your legs.

You knew the right thing to do was to stop him talking about what he could do to you, with you, if you were in the bathroom in this very moment. The way he’d kiss you, hold you, fuck you-.

“You don’t have to do anything, just come over here and- ahhh fuck!” his unstable breath cutting him off mid-sentence, the filthy scenarios being too much to think about. “Please… Y/N, I’m begging you.”

At this point you were shaking, your own breath was beginning to grow unevenly, your fingers were trembling. You’re legs were shaking so much it hurt, if you tried to walk you knew damn well you’d fall right on your face, you were fucked.

“Jungkook stop. You’re torturing me…” you exhaled, not realising you had held your breath in the first place. “The only way I’d possibly be torturing you, is by not touching you sooner.”

You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly, desperately trying to control the pounding in your heart and the pool forming between your legs. Another whimper was heard from your phone, and the sound shot straight to your middle.

Before he could utter another word, you did the only thing you could think of: You threw the phone, making it land somewhere on a big pile of clothes that were on the ground.

You didn’t pay attention, too distracted by the sudden aching in your core, to realise you had forgotten to end the call. Though it wasn’t on speaker, you could clearly hear the loud grunts and whines from the device.

“Y/N?” you heard from the bathroom. You sprung to your feet, “shitshitshitshit,” you quickly jumped onto the pile of clothes, a very unnecessary move, and pressed the red button on your phone.

And as if scripted, Mina opened the door to a rather weird scene, “you okay?” you were laying flat on Jimin’s pile of dirty laundry with your phone in your hand.

Your gaze shifted to your best friend who was only standing with a bathrobe on her body and a towel on her head.

“Y-yeah I’m just tired,” you lie, “I’m gonna call it a night,” you stood up from the laundry and dug yourself under the covers of the bed, trying your best to fall asleep and forget everything that had just happened.

“01:09, are you kidding me,” you whispered to yourself after checking the time on your phone. It was currently one in the morning, yet you still hadn’t gotten a little shuteye. You were wide-awake, Jungkook’s words still lingering in your head. You hate that the thought of him was basically engraved in your mind.

You plopped your head back onto the pillow and looked to your side to find Mina sound asleep next to you. Oh how you envied her.

You were positive that everyone was sound asleep since you hadn’t heard a vibration of noise for the past hour, so you figured the rest of the group had decided to call it a night and lost themselves in dreamland, unlike you.

Completely giving up on the attempt to sleep, you jumped out of bed, a cold breeze hitting your bare legs. You feel the fine hair rise. You solely had a black over-sized t-shirt on the stopped just under your butt, and a pair of underwear.

You took a moment to look at your leggings on the floor; you decided to skip over them, not needing to cover your legs since you hadn’t expected to bump into anyone at this time of night.

You exited the bedroom, quietly making your way down the stairs and tiptoed your way into the kitchen to fetch a refreshing glass of cold water. You had to pass by the living room to get to the kitchen.

Jimin had been sweet enough to offer you and Mina his room, while the guys would crash in the living room. So you were extra careful when you had to pass by the many couches that had sleeping forms on them.

Finally reaching your final destination, you happily but carefully skipped over to the cabinet to get yourself a glass and filling it up with water.

Gulping down the cold liquid, you removed the cup from your mouth, placing it on the kitchen island before wiping you mouth. You went back to the refrigerator, getting the same bottle you had used to fill the glass the first time.

“Angel?” A deep voice was heard from the entrance to the kitchen. You stopped the water from trickling out of the bottle and placed it on the kitchen island. Your breath got stuck in your throat, knowing very well from the endearment in the nickname who the second presence in the room was.

“Jungkook…”

“Couldn’t sleep either?” a smug smile was threatening to plaster itself on the corner of his lips. Not wanting to give him the idea of the possibility of you not being able to catch some sleep because of whatever reason he had cockily made in mind, you simply answered, “no, I just woke up and decided to get something to drink.”

You saw him make his way into the kitchen, his eyes still locked on yours. He began to make his way around the kitchen island, heading towards you. You stepped back, beginning to walk the opposite directing in attempt to increase the amount of distance between the two of you.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his expression falling. A slight tint of worry flashed his eyes, “no, I just don’t want you near me,” you answered, and the smug look was back.

“Do I have that much of an impact on you?” he smirked with pride, thinking you couldn’t bear to be around him in fear that you’d lose all control.

In your mind, he had completely misread the lines. “I don’t want you to touch me… again,” you whispered the last part, the color of flush ran over your cheeks, ashamed that you had let him even lay a finger on you in the first place, let alone his whole body.

“Why not?” he asked you, innocently tilting his head to the side, as if he was genuinely curious and had absolutely no idea why you’d reject him.

“For fucks sake, Jungkook. Can’t you just stop this bullshit?!” you slapped your hand flat on the countertop, earning an audible slam.

Your tone slightly moved up in volume, but you still had the thought of the others sleeping in mind. You could feel your blood starting to boil, whereas Jungkook was completely calm, which only caused your ears to steam in anger.

“But you want me.”

All color completely drained from your face, as if you deepest and darkest secret was out and exposed to the world, “don’t you even dare deny it.”

“No, you got it all wrong,” you protested, shaking your head, keeping your voice stable as you crossed your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to get pushed closer together, creating a small line of cleavage that was clearly visible through your dark yet thin t-shirt.

It didn’t come unnoticed how Jungkook’s eyes shifted down to your breasts, licking his lips, shamelessly eyeing you.

“Stop,” You uncrossed your arms, his eyes met yours again, “sorry,” you knew damn well he didn’t mean it.

“You know just as well as I, that if it wasn’t for that dull boyfriend of yours, you’d already be on this very counter, getting your brains fucked out by me.”

“Jaehyun is out of context,” you stated feebly, in the back of your mind you knew Jaehyun was the core reason as to why Jungkook hadn’t broken you yet, you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. “I don’t want you. Never did.”

“Liar.” he chuckled.

“Out by the pool,” God have mercy, “if you truly didn’t want me,” he continued, slowly making his way closer to you. You wanted to move, but it felt like your feet were glued to the floor.

“You wouldn’t have let me touch you the way you did,” he took another step, getting closer, “you wouldn’t have let me continue for so long,” and closer, “but most importantly, angel.” And closer.

“Your body wouldn’t have reacted the way it did.”

Your body shut down. The goosebumps were too much. You felt your legs giving up on you, so you quickly placed both hands behind you, reaching for the kitchen island to stable your stands.

His face stood extremely close to yours, making all the flaws that he didn’t have visible to you. His hooded eyes locked on you, scanning your face up and down and your heart stopped every time his eyes would meet your lips and keep his dark chocolate orbs fixated on the pink flesh for a second too long.

A familiar pool started forming between your legs, the same pool you had spent hours on trying to get rid of, only earlier this night.

“You know he can’t make you feel half as good as I can.” He rasped in a deep voice, inching closer to you, but not close enough.

He neared his face to yours, stopping right before his lips could graze yours, “I-I can’t do this to Jaehyun,” you almost cried out.

He was close, he was so damn close to breaking you. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. Your will to jump up him and attack his lips grew stronger and stronger by the second, but you still tried your utter best to restrain.

Feeling Jungkook place both hands on either side of the island, completely trapping you.

“Fuck him, he won’t know,”

Jungkook could feel his impatience eat him alive from the inside, but his rule still stood. He had to have your full consent before he could make a proper intimate move on you, because even though he needed you more than anything, he still had morals.

But this rule did not count verbally. Even though he didn’t have your full consent, that didn’t stop him from being vocal about what and how he thought about you at the sinful hours of the night, stroking his length to the thought of you underneath him, completely fucked out.

He lowered his head to you neck, slowly starting to kiss his way onto your delicate skin, nipping and licking gently. He smirked victoriously when he felt you tilt your head to the side give him more access.

Your breath grew unsteady, small pants escaped your throat, fighting the urge to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. You squeezed your thighs together, hearing a small squelching sound.

“Angel… I won’t have my way with you,” he husked, “not until you ask me.”

Not being able to bare the ache between your legs anymore, the insane beating of your heart, your younger teenage-self who so hopelessly adored the boy in front of you, begging you to let him run his fingers on every inch of your body.

“Jungkook, please…” you breathed out shakily, “please what, baby?”

You removed your fingers from the island, placing them on his hard chest.

“Please… p-put... put your hands on me.”

Not wasting another second, Jungkook grabbed your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter. Finally, finally, crashing his lips on yours. A small moan of appreciation left your lips, you fingers still exploring his hair.

His hands made their way under your shirt, savouring the feeling of his fingers on your skin. His palms reached your chest, a small shaky groan left his lips when he felt your bare breasts, not expecting you to not wear a bra.

You felt a small smile form on his lips at the way you titled your head to deepen the kiss, and interlock your lips together.

You ran your fingers through his dark soft locks that sat perfectly just above his head, “fucking finally,” he breathed out in between the kiss.

“Finally, I have you,” his hand melted down to your thighs, pushing you closer to himself, selfishly wrapping his hands around you, caressing your bare thighs with his thumb.

You felt his warm, soft tongue poke out, smoothly gliding over your top lip, asking for entrance. Not having the patience to tease him you willingly opened up for him, letting him explore every corner of your mouth.

You scooted closer to his pelvis, adding a fraction of pressure, causing his breath to shudder in the kiss, “Jungkook…”

“Yes, angel?”

“Bedroom.”

Without another word he wrapped his arms around your waist, and on instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He lifted you up from the counter and made his way out of the kitchen with you in his arms.

The way up the stairs and into the bedroom was a blur, too caught up in his odor, you dug your face in his neck, taking in his scent which smelt like freshly cleaned laundry which had been drying out near the ocean.

When you finally reached the bedroom, Jungkook gently laid you down on the bed, and hovered over you. His lips brushed against your neck for a brief second before beginning to place small kitten licks and pecks on the sensitive skin.

While Jungkook was busy with your neck, you took the time to take in your surroundings, your hooded eyes suddenly widening, “holy shit, this is Jimin’s parents’ room,” you breathed out in a pant.

“I know,” the boy hovered over you, answering cooingly, his look was completely fucked out, pupils had been blown out wide, leaving no trail of evidence that his big orbs were originally brown, lips parted as small uneven breaths escaped and reappeared.

“We can’t do it here,” you protested, trying to wiggle yourself out of Jungkook’s body warmth, “I don’t care.”

“No. Jungkook, we seriously can’t do it in his parents’ room, there’s a guest room just down the hall, let’s just-“

“I don’t give a shit.”

He growled lowly, finally removing himself from your neck, averting his eyes onto you – and that’s when you saw it. The sight that squeezed the remainders of your purity out of you.

Jungkook’s eyes had turned the darkest you had ever seen them, lust overflowing the brown orbs that held the universe. His cheeks flushed a bright red color, slightly staining the tip of his nose too. Small strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the beads of sweat.

And his lips, they had turned a few shades darker and increased slightly in size, the swollen flesh also glistening from being generously coated in his own saliva. You were sure that your saliva coated a few corners of his lips as well.

You felt a sinful swirl form in your stomach at the unholy sight of him.

“I’ve waited for this moment, you have no idea... I’m not waiting another goddamn second to have you.” He moaned against your lips, making you feel a type of way only the devil himself could make you feel.

Not giving you a chance to respond, he reunited his lips with yours again, lovingly dancing over your two plush lips.

He detached from your lips for a second, but only to remove the white plain shirt he had worn. Your eyes immediately fell down to his naked upper body.

He was so well built, so lean and toned. It was as if God had spent that one sunday carving his body perfectly instead of resting, every detail made to perfection. His abs were solid, chest was rock-hard, and his thighs... Those sinister thighs that looked like they had been carved from steal with the help of the greek gods themselves – fuck, you wanted to ride them.

It didn’t dawn upon you that you had been eye-fucking Jungkook so openly. Your eyes were basically screaming your malevolent thoughts, and oh how it didn’t go unnoticed by him... a filthy smirk grew on his lips, catching you in the act of shame.

You averted your eyes somewhere else, embarrassed about the fact that you had basically been mentally fucking him with your eyes.

Not wasting another second, Jungkook reattached your lips with his, leaving sloppy kisses on the red, swollen outline of your lips. It was as if your lips themselves, were blushing.

He caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, only to soothe the fresh bruise with his warm tongue, securely gliding over the red flesh caused you to whine into his mouth.

His fingers slithered down to the hem of your black shirt, “I want it off,” and with that, the shirt was off, joining Jungkook’s white one, down on the floor somewhere.

He stepped back, taking a good look at your now exposed chest. Your cheeks embarrassingly turned a shade of pink, from the way your nipples had perked up, nice and ready to be given any form of attention by him.

The only sound filling the room was Jungkook’s tongue secreting his lips.

Growing shy of his stare you discreetly tried to cover up your chest with your arms, but you only ended up with Jungkook’s fingers locked securely around your wrists, shoving them far away from your breasts, “don’t do that.”

You averted your eyes. Your face softened gently when you saw he almost looked... sad? The idea of you wanting to hide yourself from him in embarrassment made him want to kiss each, and every inch of you, praising you and your heavenly beauty.

He had your hands pinned to the sides of your head, hovered above you perfectly. Small pretty pants leaving his swollen lips, looking you dead in the eye.

He slowly let go when he felt the tension in your wrists loosen up. He descended his way down your body, placing pecks of affection here and there. Until he stopped right in front of your heat.

He glanced at the drenched spot on your grey underwear, a small smirk dancing its way on his lips, “you’re this drenched and you didn’t bother to let me know?”

Hesitantly you shook your head, “that’s no good, angel.” He shrugged, curling a finger around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down to and past your ankles, making the piece of cotton join the rest of the bundle of clothing on the floor.

He ran his middle finger down your slit, “who got you this wet, baby?” you whined at the feeling of his cold fingers on your soaked heat. His finger slit back up, meeting your swollen clit. You hissed. “Y-you...”

He pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb, followed by a firm press to your abused numb. You gasped, gripping his wrist at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your thighs were twitching at this point, “what was that, baby? you have to use your words properly.”

“You! ahhh you, J-Jungkook, you made me this wet... your doing.”

He placed three tender kisses to your lips, “fuck, such a good girl.” two more kisses because, why not?

“How many can you take?”

Slightly confused at his words, you tilted you head and raised an eyebrow, “wha – oh god…” you felt the two digits shoved up your hole stretching your walls out deliciously, “you take too long to answer, angel.”

He curled and scissored his digits in all kinds of direction, causing your walls to clench around him in attempt to suck him in even further into you, “babyyy, you take my fingers so well. This pretty cunt sucking on my fingers like that.”

He started thrusting his fingers into you in a fast pace, causing you to choke on a moan at the back of you throat.

Your back arched as your eyes rolled so far back you swore your could see the front of you brain. “You see, Y/N.” He fastened his pace, “slow isn’t really my pace.”

You locked your fingers tightly around his wrist as if it would help with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “s-shit. Jungkook... Jungkook – p-please… Not so—fuck—not so f-fast.”

Completely ignoring you he continued to thrust his fingers in you at the same pace. Too embarrassed to be vocal, you reached for the nearest pillow and shoved your face in it, desperately trying to mute your whimpers and whines.

But just your luck, within seconds the pillow was gone from your face, making even the slightest breath audible, “no, no, no, no,” he stared at you deeply “I want to hear you,” the sight alone making you shudder.

A loud moan escaped your throat when he curled his fingers, hitting your spot just right. But his fingers weren’t enough, you needed to feel more. “Jungkook, can you—haah.”

He smiled, “can I what?”

The way his fingers were playing with your cunt made your spine arch off the bed deliriously, “use your words, baby. Otherwise I’m not gonna know what you want.”

“Mmm more, n-need more, I need your t-tongue.”

Disappointingly he shook his head disapprovingly, “I’m sorry, angel.” You frowned.

“You were selfish enough to keep the secret of your wet cunt to yourself, so my fingers are all you’re going to get for now.”

A cry left your mouth at his rejection, he kept scraping his digits in you, occasionally thrusting them in and out of your dripping core.

He rubbed your inner thigh with his other free hand when he saw your legs beginning to tremble, running small circles with his thumb in attempt to soothe the overwhelming sensations.

You tried to stop his hands from thrusting any further into you, you didn’t want to come on his fingers, you wanted to come on his cock, “t-that’s enough.”

“No, you’re about to cum… I can feel it.”

He fastened his pace even more, if that was even possible, “I w-want to cum while you’re inside of m-me.”

“And you will.” You shot your eyes to his direction. “Baby, this won’t be the only time you cum tonight.” He smirked while his fingers were still working their magic on you.

Seeing the distress in your face, he frowned innocently, the darkness in his eyes vanishing for a small moment, “have you never cum more than once in one night?”

Averting your eyes down to your side, avoiding eye contact with him, you slowly shook your head.

Sex with Jaehyun was a little… selfish. For the most part he kept it sweet and short, foreplay never lasting longer than a few kisses and touches until he moved on straight to penetration.

And that would either hurt since he hadn’t prepped you enough for him to enter you, which usually ended up with Jaehyun quickly running to the bathroom to grab a handful of lube and get back into bed with you.

You didn’t finish every time, which you knew was normal, but with the little amount of effort he had put into trying to please you in bed made you knowledgable of the fact that it was hard for you to release when Jaehyun never touched you properly in the areas you needed..

You even began questioning if it was your fault. Was there something wrong with your sex? Why were you barely able to finish?

You didn’t want to be that type of girl, so you kept telling yourself that sex really wasn’t the most important thing in your relationship, you had your trusted vibrator to temporarily sedate you from your release deprivation. You knew, god, you knew that the little private sessions at night you had wouldn’t satisfy you forever.

You didn’t know what reaction from Jungkook you had expected, but you certainly didn’t expect him to place a tender kiss to your clit, followed by a long lick along your folds. A strangled gasp ripped from your already sore throat.

Looking down at your legs you saw Jungkook’s face placed perfectly in between them, eyes dark again and locked on yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and pleasure. You couldn’t say with certainty that you were the one enjoying this the most.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, pushing your cunt further against his mouth.

The tip of his nose creating friction against your soaked clit had all sorts of pleasurable emotions run through your skin.

“Where have you been, angel?”

Jungkook panted heavily still looking you in the eyes, he had removed himself from your folds, giving you a perfect glance of his face, which was drenched in your arousal. His nose was red, and lightly coated with your essence, lips were red and plump, panting as if he had run marathon. Your arousal had even reached his chin, a single droplet threatening to descend from his skin down onto the sheet, The sight alone causing your core to clench around nothing, “oh fuck,” he was so beautiful.

Jungkook reattached his lips back to your cunt, continuing to apply a good amount of pressure on your clit, occasionally licking a few rough licks along your slit.

He cupped his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently, but just enough for you to squirm under the suction. The sucking soon got replaced by wet kisses on the edges of your swollen lips, inhumane noises left your lungs.

A dark chuckle left his lips when he felt you desperately pushing your legs further apart to allow him more access. He dug his face deeper into your middle as he continued to lick his way around you making your toes curl and stomach turn deliciously.

You felt him piston his hips against the mattress roughly to relieve some much needed friction, causing the bed to shake, the headboard barely touching the wall. The sounds escaping him sounded like sobs.

You felt the knot in your stomach begging to be untied, “cum – I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Let go, all of it. Don’t you dare hold back.” And with that being said, you let the immense rush of pleasure run through your body continuously. Your walls aggressively clenching around his tongue, causing him to let out a shaky moan.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Jungkook breathed out. You flinched at the feeling of his tongue touching your swollen lips, propping yourself up to rest your weight on you elbows to get a good look at him.

“N-no, Jungk-kook. I’m s-sensitive.” You tried to push yourself away from his mouth, too overstimulated for him to touch you, but he only wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs to push you further in against him.

You bucked your hips up at the overstimulation, a loud moan leaving your lips, Jungkook grunting lowly in response.

“I-I can’t help it, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered breathlessly. “It’s so warm, so soft, so tight.” He eyed your slit hungrily, running a finger admiringly along the opening, causing a shaky breath to leave your lungs.

“How the fuck can you feel so tight, when I’m just using my tongue?” He slowly inserted the tip of his tongue in your slit, being careful with not making you enjoy it more than he’d like you to.

“I could eat you out for hours if we had the time,” he moaned out, licking his lips which had your excess juices on. “I’d make sure you’d know just how much I love your pussy.” He placed a small kiss on your folds.

You felt your heart throb at the small actions of affection.

Jungkook made your heart swell in delight, a way Jaehyun couldn’t. Everytime Jungkook touched you, he was so gentle, as if he was afraid he could break you with a simple raspberry on the forehead.

But he also wasn’t afraid to have his rough way with you, he wasn’t afraid of completely ruining your body. He knew very well what effect he had on you and he made sure to take advantage of it,

He made sure you knew how good you felt on him, how much he loved it. He made sure you felt comfortable, respected, adored.

He awoke feelings in you, you didn’t know existed at all. Jaehyun had never treated you like this…

You felt like an absolute asshole for constantly comparing your boyfriend to Jungkook mentally, but you couldn’t help it. All these new feelings and actions, those were so new to you, something you had never experienced.

And you’d be lying to yourself if you said you’d never, ever, imagined Jungkook to be your boyfriend when you were younger, impure scenarios that you would replay in your head almost every night before you fell asleep, was part of the package deal.

Is this what it was supposed to feel like?

“Something wrong, angel?”

Losing your train of thought, you hadn’t realized you had been sitting there, staring at Jungkook as if your system had malfunctioned.

“Jungkook… I need you to fuck me, now” he removed his face from your middle, eyes shooting to your face in surprise at your bold statement. Until now you had been quiet and shy, so of course Jungkook hadn’t pegged you to be a firery type in bed.

“Please, I-I can’t wait anymore,” you pleaded, your words coming out as small cries, “I need to feel you stretch me out, I need to feel myself clench around your cock while you fuck me, I need to feel you break me.”

Both your eyes were widen, neither of you knew you had it in you to say such words. “oh fuck,” Jungkook’s trembling fingers hastily reached behind to his back pocket to reach for a condom, but before he could go any further you stopped him, “I-I’m on the pill.”

The possibility of Jungkook being able to feel you, skin to skin had his pre-cum drenched shaft twitch in your direction. You swore you could see it point at you.

Remaining eye contact, Jungkook hovered above you, shoving both your knees apart roughly, lowering his frame down on you. Matching your uneven breaths, he placed both forearms parallel to your head on both sides, his face placed closely to yours.

You felt his precum-coated tip align at your soaked entrance. He arched his back upwards, curling his hips into yours. The first couple of inches stretching out your warm flower.

A soft gasp left your lips at the unfamiliar stretch. You arched your back as you closed your eyes, causing your naked chest to meet Jungkook’s.

He kept going deeper and deeper into you, until he finally had you all stretched out. You tried breathing softly, but couldn’t. The feeling of being so filled up overwhelmed you.

It had been months since you had gotten a good fuck, so your vaginal muscles had had plenty of time to tighten up again.

Moments passed, yet you still didn’t feel Jungkook move inside of you, so you opened your eyes to get a good look at what was preventing him from moving. The sight you saw right before your eyes had your heart swell in adoration.

“Y/N, I… I’m inside you,” he let out, barely above a whisper, yet still somehow audible to the human ear. He was staring down at the part where you two had been connected. He eyed himself disappearing in you in such amazement, it made your cheeks turn a shade of red.

You couldn’t take it anymore—he was there, inside of you, yet he still didn’t move. You needed just something. “…Jungkook, move,” you said clear enough for him to hear, but still completely dazed, he didn’t move an inch.

You sighed out a breathy sigh, deciding to take matters into your own hands, you mustered up all your strength to clench around him in order to feel him properly.

You heard air get stuck in Jungkook’s throat at your bold move, his eyes shot up to you, a hazy look stained all over his eyes. His pupils dilated, so dark and doe, you could see your own reflection in them clearly.

You threw your head back as you clenched around him some more when you still didn’t feel him moving inside of you. A soft moan leaving your mouth unlike Jungkook. “Y/N, w-wait—ahh,” A high-pitched noise left his throat as he shut his eyes closed. A line formed between his two eyebrows at how hard he was grimacing.

Your breath hitched in realisation.

He was close.

You had barely moved, but he was so close. Just a few single digit strokes and he’d burst. That’s why he wasn’t moving, he was trying to savor this moment, he didn’t want this to end, he was trying to remember you like this, underneath him, squirming, fucked out. Just like him.

You moved your fingers to hover over Jungkook’s cheeks. His eyes opening up again, and your heart clenched a little. He looked like he was about to cry, whines continuously leaving his mouth, his cheeks and nose covered by a light blush.

He somehow managed to keep his eyes fixated on you. Your thumb caressed gently over his warm cheek, and he immediately melted into your touch.

“Jungkook,” you purred softly, “baby...” you saw him visibly shudder at the pet-name, he didn’t answer, waiting for you to continue.

“Please move,” it came out darker than you intended to.

He lowered his head down to meet yours, his lips barely hovering over yours, resting with his eyes lazily open. You puckered your lips slightly thinking he had the intentions to kiss you, but his lips simply remained resting on yours.

“Jung- FUCK!”

He thrusted his hips harshly against yours, your brain made up a ripping sound as you swore to yourself that something was torn apart in your lower region.

His wet lips pecked yours, only to pull away after when a loud grunt tore from his throat, “fuck… I’m n-not going to—shit—last very l-long.” You nodded understandingly as you were not far from becoming undone.

“How are you so fucking t-tight?” he growled, “did that boyfriend of yours ever even fuck you properly?” He asked out of breath, slamming his hips into your cunt harder.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, angel.” Too drained from the immense pleasure, all you were able to do was roll your eyes to the back of your head in response, “say it,” the speed of his hips increased, “tell me I’m the only one,” you were on the verge of tears when you felt his tip brush your cervix.

“You’re the only – a-ahh – you’re the only one who knows how to fuck me, Jungkook.”

You looked down to where you and Jungkook were aligned perfectly together, the sight of him disappearing in you only to reappear moments later had your stomach curling deliciously in all directions. You unintentionally clenched around him at the arousing sight.

What you didn’t know, was that Jungkook had caught you in your filthy moment. A hoarse chuckle escaped his mouth, “you like watching me fuck you?” You tangled your fingers in his hair at his unholy words. Whining, you nodded your head yes.

In dark pride, Jungkook jerked his hips harder into you, words of encouragement such as yes, or, don’t stop, urged him on to continue to completely rearrange your guts.

You felt Jungkook twist and turn his hips experimentally, each thrust hitting a new spot in you, “what are you—oh my… god,” he smirked in victory.

“Found her,” and once found, Jungkook repeatedly hit the spongy spot, causing you to come closer and closer to your high. Heavy breaths and skin slapping against one another filled the room. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hands snaking down to your legs, bending your knees to allow himself to burry his cock deeper into you.

“No, angel,” he growled.

“Look at me,” he continued, “I want you to look at me while I fuck you... Look at me,” you obediently open your eyes, making it impossible for you to look away again. Your eyebrows furrowed at the pleasure, Jungkook mirrored your expression. “J-just like that.”

His eyes ran all over your face, even going as far as going down along your exposed body.

Eyeing your body freely as if the same rules didn’t apply to him. “I-I’m almost there,” Jungkook took this as a sign to give you his all. He crashed his soft lips onto yours and practically forced his tongue between your lips to explore every untouched inch of your warm muscle.

He wrapped his wet fingers that were covered in your previous release, around your own fingers. Pinning one hand over your head as he continued to slam his hips into your own. A heavy breath mixed with a moan escaping your lips that were now coated in Jungkook’s saliva.

The intimate position slammed all the oxygen out of your lungs. Occupied with the unnecessary yet affectionate move that he pulled off, it came completely unnoticed when he snaked his free hand down you chest, past your stomach, down to your core, he slowly, but with enough friction, started rubbing meaningless patterns on your clit. A sharp inhale tore through your throat at the add-on pleasure.

His tongue continued to slide its way in various ways. The kiss needy and heated, you tried your best to keep up with his pace. Sloppy openmouthed kisses were given, causing the drips of saliva to drip down from the side of your lip, unsure if the mucus belonged to him or you.

Your moans moved up in volume, letting Jungkook know that you were dangerously close to finally releasing. “Let me have it – fuck... cum on my cock, please cum like the pretty angel you are,” he cooed over your lips, shoving your knees apart even further to go even deeper in you, making sure that he had hit every part of your insides before you had the chance to release.

“Jungkook!”

And that was the final straw for you. Finally, all the moves that had helped build up to this very release, your stomach uncurled at the rush of please burning thoroughly through you, all the way to the tip of your fingers. Trails of fire were felt on every inch of your body. Never had you ever felt an orgasm so intense.

His name managed to escaped your lips once more while he continued to jolt himself into you. You let out a tired whine. Still recovering from your orgasm, you began squirming at the overstimulation, “Jungkook I can’t – I can’t.”

“yes, baby, I know you can t-take it.” completely tongue-tied, all the words stuck in your throat, you somehow managed to nod at him, urging him to chase his own release, “fuck, such an angel you are, yeah?” he pecked your forehead, a grunt escaped his lips, the sound-waves hitting the skin of your sweaty forehead.

Hitting just the right spot, a whine left your mouth along with a tight clench around his cock. “S-shit, do that again…” Jungkook panted dropping his face into your neck, desperately trying to chase his own high.

You obediently clenched the hardest you could one last time around him, striving after his orgasm just as hard as himself.

And finally, you felt him shoot his load into you, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. A shudder ran down his spine as he felt you milking every last drop of his load out of him.

You moaned at the feeling of the warm liquid coating your walls perfectly.

“Y-Y/N,” he purred, collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You closed your eyes in attempt to recover from whatever the fuck just happened.

“That was…”

“Holyfuckingshit,”

Your eyes jolted open at the feeling of a finger being shoved up your hole. You gasped in overstimulation, hastily gripping at Jungkook’s wrist, “J-Jungkook, no. I can’t anymore.”

He smiled coyly at your worried expression, pride filling his chest at the thought of him having driven you to your limit. “I know, angel,” he started, “I just don’t want you to drip.”

He smiled cockily at you, finishing shoving his load deep into you, making sure not a single drop could leak out.

He rested his head against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat slowly steady itself. The sound of your beating heart soothed him in a way he couldn’t describe.

Looking up at your face to ask you what all of this had meant to you, a small twinge of disappointment washed over his face when he saw your form fast asleep.

But the disappointment didn’t last too long when your cute form lightly snoring made his heart swell up.

He couldn’t help but wrap his arms tightly around your waist, comfortably laying his head on you chest, listening soothingly to your steady heartbeat. He blushed at the fact that your heartbeat fell perfectly in sync with his.

He smiled lightly before placing a soft kiss on your slightly parted lips. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

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A/N: OMG THIS SHIT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FINISH, my writers-block had me ready to yell in 67 different languages. a n y w a y, hope you liked it lovelies, sry for any grammar mistakes or anything of the sort<3

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