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Why is making friends as an adult so hard đŤ
#some people from work invited me to hang out with them bc theyre going to the cinema tomorrow and to a theme park after pay day#and like i said yes to these spontaneous plans bc this is the first time in 4 years im being invited out by work people#but then i get home and they havent added me to the gc to give details so now im panicked because i dont wanna pester them yknow??#and like logically they want me there because they didnt invite everyone so theres literally no obligation on their part...#but i dont wanna be annoying and seem like im like demanding to go with them ughhh#why cant my parents just organise all my outings with friends like they used to it was so much easier that way#personal#im considering waiting a couple days to follow up about it bc maybe they just forgot???#or even until i see them again on Tuesday#but then will they think im not interested???#idkidk but i do know that this is kinda maybe a sign i should think more about getting that social anxiety diagnosis#because i dont think this level of overthinking is normal.. or at least it shouldnt be#if you read this far ily and im sorry jsjdkdj but yeah fr props to you for putting up with this spiral into madness and hope youre good <3
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please please can we get a post of remus calling sirius baby for the first time bc im obsessed and want to know every detail about siriusâ outfit and how it went down
YES YES YES đšđšđšđšđšđšđšđšđš
Remus was too drunk for this. Wellâmaybe drunk was the wrong word. His blood alcohol level was probably still somewhere in the realm of tipsy, but his brain was sluggish. Slow-moving. A disastrous combination of desire and want and pure, unadulterated filth. His limbs felt heavy and too-long as he stood slouched against the wall, gripping an empty glass hard enough to be absently worried it would shatter in his hand. Watching. Lily had described the place as a bar but it felt more like a club, all low, colorful lights and blaring music, an open space in the middle of the room and tall tables lining the walls. It was loud, Remus was just on the drunk side of tipsy, and Sirius was a fucking dream.Â
All things considered, Remus had done a really great job of being normal up until an hour or so ago. He hadnât lost his shit when Sirius appeared at his door in a giant gray coat with his hair up, tied messily off his neck, fully flaunting the faint bruise Remus had left below his ear two days before. That damn glitter was on his eyes again, catching the light and working in tandem with the faint smudgy black lining his lashes to make his eyes look less gray and more glowing, molten silver. Remus had nearly fallen to his knees, had nearly said 'fuck it' and yanked Sirius inside instead of following through with the going out plan, but heâd been very regular about itâjust choked out a simple little âyou look nice,â swallowing hard when Sirius smiled sweetly and took his hand as they traipsed down the stairs and out of the building.Â
Then theyâd arrived at the bar, and Sirius had slipped his coat off, and Remusâ poor, piece of shit brain had immediately broken.Â
So now here he was, fighting for his life standing around a table in the corner, unable to wrench his eyes away from the three-inch strip of bare skin on Siriusâ stomach while he waited for drinks at the bar. He was wearing a short, black tee shirt with an open back over some see-through, lacy thing that hugged his waist, showing off the tail end of the dagger tattoo on his stomach and the beginnings of the vines on his hips before they disappeared beneath straight-legged black pants that fit so perfectly Remus could have cried. He was leaned up against the bar artfully, tapping the toe of his platform boot against the floor, chatting idly with Marlene while they waited for the bartender.Â
Remus thought he might be drooling.
Sirius had been flitting between the bar and the dance floor and their table in the corner all night, leaving Remus with a never-ending supply of drinks and all these evil, lingering touches, whispers near his ear disguised as kisses on his cheek that twisted his gut and made his fingers itch to touch and grab and hold. This thing between them was still new, only a couple weeks old, and Remus was really really trying to reign himself in, but god, he wanted to touch. Wanted to bite and lick and taste, felt drunk on desire more than liquor by the time Sirius came back with two more neon-colored drinks in sweaty glasses.Â
âYours,â he chirped over the music, finally, finally sliding in close and depositing Remusâ drink on the sticky tabletop. Remus eyed him as he sipped at his straw, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. It was blatantly obvious that Sirius knew exactly what he was doing, and that it was working. Remus glanced around, watched Marlene saunter off to join Dorcas across the room, and slipped a hand around Siriusâ waist, backing himself into the wall and pulling Sirius with him.
âYou lookâŚâ he started, shamelessly trailing his eyes down and then back up Siriusâ frame, shaking his head with a sigh when every word he could think of fell short of the actual ethereal being currently pressed up against him.Â
âI look what?â Sirius prodded, sliding his drink onto the table without looking, snaking his arms up Remusâ chest and around his shoulders, a smug, sly sort of smile tugging at his stained, cherry-red lips.Â
Remus was too fucking drunk for this.
He managed to get a hand to Siriusâ jaw, tipping his head back just enough to brush their lips together, reveling in the hitched breath it pulled from his throat.Â
âYou look fucking perfect,â he muttered, letting Sirius lean in only to pull back. Remusâ vision was swirling, heart thundering in his chest when Sirius gave a quiet little whine of complaint, dragging blunt nails across the back of his neck. Remus gave in, let him press a too-short, too-soft kiss to his lips before tilting Siriusâ head to the side, mouthing down his jaw to get at that faint little bruise beneath his ear and nipping at it softly, eyes fluttering closed at the taste of his skin, speaking before he could think. âYouâre killing me over here, baby.â
Fuckâhis stomach dropped instantly. Heâd never said that before, never used any kind of pet name for Sirius at all, and it felt foreign in his mouth, foreign to his ears, settled badly in his stomach when Sirius let out a sharp exhale and reeled back. Remus was prepared to pretend it had never happened, maybe blame it on those neon colored drinks that kept appearing in his handsâbut the words died on his tongue.Â
Siriusâ eyes were wide, flicking back and forth fast between his own, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Remus waited, watched Sirius look down at his lips and then back up, and barely heard him breathe, âSay it again,â over the music.
He hesitated, studied Siriusâ face carefully to make sure he wasnât reading it all wrong, and teased, âYouâre killing me over here?â
Sirius shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âThe other thing.â
âWhat?â Remus asked, dragging a thumb down his jaw, the desire to sink through the floor disappearing into thin air as he watched Siriusâ pupils dilate, felt his fingers trip up to tug at his hair. âBaby?â
Sirius nodded, pulling him in close and speaking low. âYeah,â he smiled, âthat one.â
Remus kissed him, had to, pulled him in with two hands on the side of his neck and bit at his lower lip, tasted artificial cherry and vodka and felt his stomach drop when Sirius gave a sweet little whine, pulling back just enough to speak.
âAgain,â he whispered, melting further into Remusâ chest, looking up at him with that smug little grin that made his heart stutter.Â
âBaby,â Remus repeated, kissing him again, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck, brain working overdrive, whirring loud in his ears. âMy perfect, pretty baby.â
Sirius let loose a string of colorful curses that made Remus laugh before he was pulled in again. Sirius was seemingly entirely finished with teasingâkissed him hard and bit at his lip and slid his hands heavily back down his chest. He pulled away after several long moments, a deep flush staining his cheeks, and gave Remus a look.
âDonât drink anymore,â he ordered, a secret sort of smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Remusâ skin tingled, heat racing down his spine.
âNo?â he smirked, instantly grabbing for Siriusâ hand to keep him close when he stepped back.Â
âNo.â He reached across the table and grabbed an abandoned water on the other sideâJamesâ, most likelyâsipping at it instead of the bright red drink heâd just brought over. "We should go to yours after this."
Remus was very, very on board with that.
The Outfitâ˘ď¸
#u ask tortoise answers#hey sharpshooter rambles#i didn't mean for this to get steamy they just did what they wanted#sirius wears alexander mcqueen on casual nights out it's just who he is#remus showed up in jeans and a white t-shirt bc that's just who he is#in the current chapter im writing he's wearing the same thing bc they're going out in ny and sirius told him to#sirius has a thing for remus in a white t-shirt#for reasons we will come to discover#he's so real
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hello hello. first of all how are you my love. secondly i've come here since it's always better to consult the experts of the matter. do we have any temporal infos about sand's bday im going insane i need to know this boy full chart
hiiiii iâm alright, still reeling from the ep today but skdkskd how are you? also love being considered an expert đŤĄ
and iâm so glad you asked bc iâve been thinking about this right. so like every episode seems to take place over the course of a couple days but the space between episodes varies it seems? like we know ep1 is in august (which is interesting bc this is for their senior year project but the thai school year actually starts in may? tho maybe university is different idk) when in august? who knows, but weâll say itâs mid-august since thatâs when it aired
so we know episode one takes course over 1-2 weeks between the project assignment and then top being introduced and him courting mew which ends with him asking mew out publicly at the bar - this brings us to the end of august
ep2 picks up right where we left off and appears to follow the next weekish or at least couple of days since i assume the waterskiing thing they did happened a couple days after just based on the fact that it happens after sandrayâs first hang and and their second one is the night of the waterskiing thing, and sandâs reaction to ray and the way he phrases their last interaction implies it wasnât like a one day time skip if that makes sense, so my guess is itâs at least a couple days between - which could bring us to the beginning of september
ep3 picks up again kind of where we left off with sandray (though the bostonick montage implies a time skip but iâm assuming itâs just a montage of their last hookup until that day and nick says itâs been an everyday thing so that feels a safe bet sjdkekd) and ep3 again seems to have like a weekish for the timeline with all of them planning for the party and the sandray hookup having obviously been fairly recent and yada yada and it ends with the party, which brings us to early/mid september
ep4 once again starts where we left off (after the flashback) with ray taking mew home and AGAIN we can assume this is happening over the course of a week or so bc we get multiple different days with bigger events happening and it ends with ray in the bath deciding to move onto sand - bringing us to mid/late september
AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS TRICKY! bc ep5 doesnât follow the same pattern! it doesnât pick up where we left off and it instead implies a time skip with sand helping ray at the beginning + then sand saying that rayâs tagging along AGAIN⌠which implies this has been happening for a couple days at least. SO. based on the montage at the beginning of the ep imma guess about a week has past since the end of ep4 and since the episode opens the day before sandâs birthday, that makes sandâs birthday end of september/beginning of october. also this episode is the only one that takes place over just one day after the initial montage! very interesting stuff especially since that ending kicks off the big drama weâve been waiting for
anyways in conclusion: heâs a libra, thank you for coming to my tedtalk
#do i know anything about star signs? no.#did i just read the info on libra and feel like it makes perfect sense for sand? yes#this is so long and outrageous. sorry#only friends#sand#ofts#asks#vera đź
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anyway masterlist of responses to ppl's random messages on this form
hunters grab ur salt or hwatever. call my blog the winchesters bc we're time traveling in this fuckin car
IS HTIS WHY MY POLLS KEEP GETTING WEIRDLY SKEWED. GOD. FINE ILL ADD A 'DID NOT WATCH SUPERNATURAL' OPTION
im about to write a fix it where htey bring back crowley bc everything the writer's team did post-his death made me so goddamn angry. he adn cas die in the same episode and theyre like teehee. the antichrist brought cas back but not him bc idk. cas is Special. adn then they dont let rowena resurrect him im so alskdhgsadgasdgsadglhaldga
oh fukc are there angel robots in this. i keep making posts about gabriel spn adn people mistake it for ultrakill mayb i WILL play htis
i cant explain but like. hte type of cat that's black and white but the black adn white kinda meld together yk what im saying? lik,e an oreo milkshake
i handed in two of my final assignmetns last night so hopefully soon! im hella behind in one of my classes htough so we'll see
ive stayed up till 3 about 3 times in hte last 5 days. one of htose was bc the spn season 1 finale was a two parter adn i forgot and wanted to get to hte part where they got hit by the truck, another was bc i got really into a session of apex legedns, and the third was bc i had a final assignmetn and pissed away the rest of the day spn postign so. i think ur right
hwy are you the coolest person here what the fukc. like omg what's ur numberrrrrrrrr
WOE, DISCREET SUPERNATURAL REFERENCE IN MY MINECRAFT SMP BE UPON YE. it's a good nickname htough c!aster uses nicknames all the time for ppl anyway lmao. we've already got old man for sleep, princey for lux, dog breath for kota, etc etc. it fits
so fuckign true broski n boy am i having a time. i bought a crowley print a couple weeks ago but hte shipping for a print was too much money so i just bought a bigass sticker adn ykw. it worked. i also found out htat the artist now draws apex legends so im winning here
holy shit wait is htis just. literally a copy of super smash bros fuck yeah ill play that what the hell. why didtn u tell me about this sooner
this was on hte submission for judas. um,,,,, ,,, yeas
no youer so right. somebody did send a drawign in the drawing box of like. their little furry oc with hearts saying 'kys' adn i laughed so fucking hard at it. i didtn post it bc i wasnt sure if they were serious or not, i assume htey werent considering how cutesy it was but uh. yeha
sedn it to me im srs. i used to be hte biggest sabriel shipper back in the day before my brain apparently decided that angsty drowley shippign is superior. i love gabe though he's my fave
also im not puttign it here but someone sent a monologue? from somethign called fictional googology???? ??
LISTEN BITHC. WHEN QSMP GET'S HTE LORE ROLLING ILL DO IT. OR MAYBE GO TAKE A LOOK AT MY FUCKIGN BLOCK PEOPLE U EVER HTINK ABOUT THAT??? ?? anwyay im gonna b on wynne's vault hunters server u should go check them out n give them a follow theyre really cool
jesus fucking hcirst. u might as well just shoot me in hte leg dog
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I'm curious about everything fmo djats related! I would like to know more about the aftermath of the cheating, reader cutting everyone off etc but also how did they start dating and adjusting to finding out about the pregnancy, proposal and then raising a child ��
Ok. I guess Iâll try and go in order
How they got together
So we established that hel and reader were roomies. One day reader comes home and finds Aemond on the couch, bass hand, hair over his face and sheâd just like yeah #needhim
You can tell they like each other but they are both⌠challenged in that department
Aemond would be pretty oblivious to it at first. Chalking it up to reader being nice for his sisterâs sake. Sheâd be pulling out all the stops and he just⌠doesnât get it. It takes her literally spelling it out for him to get it.
I think they both have insecurities about relationships in general. Itâs a new thing for the both them. They fumble through things but overall itâs a sweet relationship in the moment
Ironically, quinton joining the group is the thing that leads to them making official
Pregnancy/proposal
Reader went in to the doctors for a standard check up. Does the usual blood and urine test. Her doctor is like âwere you trying to have a babyâ and sheâs like ???? IM A BABY
She debates even telling Aemond bc sheâs going back and forth about keeping it
Aemond had a bad habit of writing lyrics on any piece of paper he can find. Heâs over their apartment, and starts scribing on something he finds in readerâs night dresser. He finally reads it and sees itâs a pharmacy note for prenatal vitamins
He waits for reader to finally say something but then a week passed and he just snaps and tells her he knows
Reader breaks down bc sheâs scared. Aemond tells her heâs gonna be there regardless of what she does, he just wanted her to tell him (she ends of keeping the baby)
As for the proposal, Aemond asks his mom for a family heirloom. Itâs a ring that Alicentâs mom had. An oval cut emerald ring. Very classy very hightower (when they divorce, reader tries to return it to Alicent. She wouldnât dare take that ring back from reader. Alicent considers it hers)
Aemond proposes the Christmas of that year. They get married the following year.
Reader has a cute baby shower. Viserys buys them an apartment (modern viserys like buying affection). Alicent offers staying with them for the first couple of months. Otto buys stock in Daellaâs name. Heâs not gonna be babysitting no brokies
Already said but reader ends up having a c section to have daella. In drama queen fashion, daella just wonât come during labor
The transition period goes as smoothly as it can for young first time parents. Daella is legend since birth, her cries feature in the back of a song on the first album
Like mentioned, readerâs parents basically cut her out of their lives after finding out she was pregnant. Her mom sends flowers and note when she gives birth
I see modern Aemond being a better dad than original recipe fmo Aemond
Divorce/aftermath (years after marriage)
So as previously stated, reader gets in her p.i bag to catch him cheating. She asks alicent to come over and watch for a weekend to do a pop up
He doesnât deny the feelings. Reader goes off. Tells them all she doesnât want them around daella. Now that freaks Aemond out. They postpone the two shows that had that weekend bc he follows her back home
Alicent is confused as hell đđ. Reader comes home mad and starts packing Aemondâs stuff. Aemond comes home hours later begging to be heard. Reader asks if he can look in the eye and say he wouldâve at least told her he had feelings for someone else. He canât answer (aka he wouldâve kept lying).
Reader tells him she wants a legal separation. That happens while they finish the tour (lets say this is after the first album they do with alys)
It doesnât escalate to a divorce till she realizes he not only keeps alys in the group (the others are like maybe we should cut our losses) but seems to be keeping in regular contact with her. Reader takes it as disrespect.
The divorce proceedings start off slow bc Aemond is dragging his feet. Reader pulls out the big guns and says she will go public with the cheating and have sole custody if he doesnât corporate.
As for cutting people off. She changes her number. Puts her name on the lease of the place viserys got them.
Quinton, Helaena, and Aegon all try reaching out the first couple of months after the fallout. They get no answer, not while actively in the band. There was a particularly nasty argument that happens when they (hel and Aegon) show at the penthouse. At this point she just wants to be left alone.
The next time she really interacts with them is during a party for daeron. Itâs distant and cold but contact none the less
The riff filters out into the band. They really only get together to make music. As thing reconcile with Aemond and reader so does things within the bandâs dynamic
#sorry this is long lmao#I can expand on something if itâs confusing#tried to hit on major beats#djats fmo au
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i wanna hear more about these friendship bracelets!!! how do you make them and how did you get into making them?
hi!! so i've been doing this on and off since the mid 90s/early 00s. but i wasn't good at it and could only make very simple ones. youtube is something i did not have before now so it means i can try something new!! i think it was a combination of summer daycare and my sisters being 10 & 8 years older than me, so i just remember summers of friendship bracelets. like depending on which age my sisters were. then i would pick it up periodically, like in high school and about 7 years ago i worked in a mall near a michaels so i picked it up again.
before i link you a couple of comprehensive videos i do want to say i haven't watched all of them in full considering i already knew the basics, i just need to learn patterns and whatnot. but i think they'll be so helpful for any new beginner.
beginner's guide to bracelet making by masha knots. there are SO many resources in the description and the video is broken down in segments for easy browsing. there are a lot of different tutorials on the page as well i'll probably be looking into the channel a little bit more when i decide to try alpha bracelets. this chevron tutorial is one i've followed and it was very easy. i think this one also shows you how to undo a knot that got messed up which is helpful!!
this is a very good video on how to tie the different knots you make by knotliketheothers. it's slow and easy to follow. i attempted this loop and chevron video.
honestly, i think it's just a fun little hobby!! i'm currently waiting for my day off so i can go buy more embroidery floss (it's really inexpensive tbh they sell like 50 packs for abt 6 dollars?) and hopefully an organizer bc for some reason i decided that keeping everything in a plastic bag for like 7 years was a good idea. it's a lot of fun to just sit and make these knots. i just started doing this again maybe like 2 days ago and i'm already making a third bracelet. and my best friend wants me to make her two (it's why i need floss bc i don't have the right shades of pink/magenta for pan pride or bi pride for that matter). below i'll attach a picture of the two i've made and the start of the third. i hope that you think about possibly doing this if you need something quiet to do.
another thing, i would look into getting a clipboard because tape is sometimes very annoying to work with. what keeps me wonky i think is just like where i'm placed bc my desk table is curved. anything to keep you able to be straight and keep some tension is super helpful!!
the black orange purple green one is inspired by halloween, oogie boogie and motionless in white's deadstream ii. the other one is bi colors but like. not exact. which is why i need more floss!! also im still not that great at it but practice makes perfect. also bob ross taught me that you donât make mistakes, you make happy little accidents.
#answered#anonymous#acey crafts#<- i'll probably use this for any pictures i post of the bracelets i make bc i'm probably going to be annoying about this for a few months#back in hs i used to send these out to my internet friends i wonder if they still have them#another case of acey talks a lot!!
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how to fake date your best friend | jake sim
â°Â summary:Â the rules were simple -
pretend to be the boyfriend of you, his best friend who wants the attention of their crush, for a week and a week only
no kissing (bc gross cooties amirite) allowed, unless needed in times of desperate measureÂ
and no matter what, absolutely, most definitely, do not fall in love.Â
simple, right?
well apparently not. because news flashââjake's already broken one of the rules.Â
and to give you a hint, it's neither rule 1 or 2.
â°Â pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. members of enha!]Â
â° genre: fluff, comedy | fakingdating!au, highschool!au, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers
â°Â warnings: cursing, high-schoolers doing dumb highschool things, underage drinking (pls donât actually do any of this irl), jake being a certified simp, itâs LONG (iâm so sorry), cheesy kithes bc im a sucker for kithes ( Ë ÂłË)âĽ
â° wc:Â a whopping 9.5k
â°Â a/n: itâs finally finished :â)))))) it ended up being much longer than i wanted but i had so much fun writing the characters that i got carried away lolol anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy it,,,i got a little unmotivated during the process bc i didnât know if it was good or not but here it is heh (ŕˇËáľËŕˇ)���Â
Tuesday, December 8th
Jake Sim lives a simple life.Â
He likes to think he leads the normal, stereotypical life of a teenage boy. Has decent grades, plays soccer after school, skateboards around the neighborhood, has a best friend who heâs desperately in love with, and has a stable group of friends.Â
Okay, maybe not so simple, because this boy would physically launch himself to the moon and drill at its surface to collect moon dust for you if you asked him toââdespite his deadly fear of combusting in outer space.Â
But that fear doesnât even compare to his worst one yet: not having you in his life.Â
And so, he decided to just repress any and all feelings heâs had for you ever since he discovered them in middle school, when he realized he hated seeing you go to the eighth grade dance with a dateââthat wasnât him.Â
He decided that he wasnât going to risk losing a life-long friendship over some dumb, teenage boy feelings.Â
They were probably powered by his testosterone anyways. Yeah, thatâs totally it.
Heâs totally not in love with you.Â
So yes, he lives a pretty normal life. Every day is the same as the last, and tomorrow will be the same as today. But he likes it like thatââhe doesnât want anything to change.Â
Especially not now, when he finds himself content with every aspect of his life (okay maybe except for his history grade, god, does he hate history).Â
So, it catches him off guard when you arrive at the groupâs usual lunch table, located outside in your schoolâs courtyard, looking as excited as ever.Â
Jakeâs the only one at the table so far. The remaining usually showed up lateââHeeseung spends his first half of lunch tutoring freshmen for community service hours (but the poor boy has no idea what heâs doing), Sunghoon is probably stuck in line in the cafeteria again (he always forgets to pack his own lunch), and Jay is...well actually, no one ever knows where Jay comes from. Heâs a special one.Â
It catches Jake even more off guard when you skip over any greeting a normal person would give, and start speaking at one hundred words per second.Â
And that catches us up to the present.
âY-You want me to what?â Jakeâs stuttering as you stare at him with your hopeful eyes from across the lunch table.Â
Despite the expression planted on your face, which screams your excitement for your âbrilliant, amazing, genius, Einstein-could-neverâ idea (or whatever other words you used to describe itââJake canât exactly recall the specific terms you used, they all came out of your mouth too fast), you donât respond to his question of bafflement. You continue to stare at him, awaiting his response. Jake could compare the look on your face right now to a puppy looking up at its owner, eagerly waiting for a treat. You know, tongue out and all.Â
He swallows the lump thatâs lodged in this throat (is that the sandwich heâs having, or his nerves?) and continues to give you his look of confusion laced with a nervous smile because surely, youâre joking.Â
You grab whatâs left of your sandwich from his hands and take your own bite. Somewhere in between you arriving at the table and now, Jakeâs managed to steal the sandwich you brought today. You did make the best chicken sandwiches, in his defense.Â
âWell? Itâs only for the week! And I promise you, after one week, if nothing happensââif he doesnât make a move or anythingââIâll move on from him like youâve been telling me to.â Your words are muffled from you savoring your sandwich, or whatâs left of it anyways. (Mental note to self: donât share your lunch with Jake ever again.)Â
When Jake still doesnât respond (youâve truly gotten this poor boy paralyzed), you find it as a sign to continue.Â
âI think itâs the perfect plan. Plus, if it doesnât work out, itâll be like the universe is telling me to finally move on, right?âÂ
Wrong.Â
Jake has been encouraging you to move on from your crush because well, if weâre being honest here, he selfishly wants you to himself. Even if it wasnât romantically.
Preferably, he would kill to get to be the one who holds your hand in the hall, call you cheesy pet names, post disgustingly cute couple pics for the âgramââbut for the sake of potentially ruining his relationship with you, heâll just have to settle with the role of being your best friend.Â
(And heâs totally fine with that! Totally. Yup.)Â
But he didnât think that you moving on would only be a mere possible outcome (that may not even happen!) from whatever this stunt is you wanna pull.Â
Said stunt: Pretend to date one another and hope it catches the eye of a certain someone you have your eye on: Park Sunghoon.Â
Ah yes, Park Sunghoon. The previously mentioned one whoâs probably still in line waiting to get his lunch as we speak.Â
Park Sunghoon, the tall, kind, intelligent, charming young boy that everyone knows. And if anyone didnât know him, they most definitely knew of him. He wasnât hard to miss in the halls; everything about him just radiates perfection.Â
If you plucked a random high-schooler from the halls of this school and interviewed them on the Park Sunghoon, theyâd say youâd be lucky enough if the quiet boy so much as sparked a conversation with you, even if it was about what last nightâs chemistry homework was.Â
Well if that were true, then you and the rest of the boys would be considered lottery winners.Â
How that happened, how the four of you dysfunctional beings earned his friendship, the world may never know. However, Jake is fully convinced that this was the universeâs way of playing a cruel joke on him.Â
For as long as Jake could remember, itâs always been just the two of you. You and Jake. Jake and you. (With the exception of Heeseung and Jay, of course, who came along in middle school)Â
In fact, your earliest memory of Jake was when he peed his pants in the kindergarten during nap time. You would know, you had the privilege of sharing a sleeping mat with him that one fateful day and in result...letâs just say the smell didnât wear off from your clothes until a week later. Five-year-old you didnât forgive five-year-old Jake for the longest time.Â
And since then, youâve been attached by the hip. And Jake liked it like that. Jake didnât need anyone else in his life (with the exception of Leila) if he had you. He had found his home within you, and he didnât plan on sharing his space anytime soon.Â
Nevertheless, the universe had a completely different idea for the two of you.Â
Sunghoon came into the picture last year, towards the end of the school year. Despite being the new kid, he found his way into your cherished friend group and naturally, the five of you grew as close as friends could be.Â
That was the problem. Jake wanted to hate Sunghoon, to despise him for being the one that you had heart eyes for, but he couldnât.Â
Not only was Sunghoon one of Jakeâs closest friends, but he didnât want to ruin the dynamic of the friend group. After you, the three chaotic boys were the next most important people in Jakeâs life.Â
And so, we have the typical love triangle plot that every coming-of-age movie follows. Of course, this is all unbeknownst to youââyou may be intelligent and a people-person, but oh boy can you not see the heart eyes your very own best friend has for you.Â
âItâll be easier than you think, really! Look, we can even set boundaries or rules or whatever,â you propose, as if youâre trying to get him to sign a contract.Â
Rules to a fake relationship? Weâre not living in a Netflix romcom, are we?Â
âOkay rule number 1: itâll only be for a week and a week only, rule number 2: we donât have to do anything too couple-ly like...â you pause to wonder for a second.Â
âLike PDA or anything! You know, unless we really need to convince him,â you casually add. When he responds with radio silence and stares at you with absolute concern painted all over his face, you cough. âJake, Iâm joking.âÂ
Right. Of course. Obviously.Â
âAnd of course, just try not to fall in love with me, itâll be hard, I know,â you send a playful wink his way.Â
Too late. Turns out itâs not that hard. Jake would know.Â
Jake continues to stare at you in hesitation. Yeah, youâve had your fair share of crazy ideas (that Jake always find himself agreeing toââthe poor boy just canât seem to say no to you), but fake dating you?
Jake is sure he wouldnât be able to pull it off without slowly destroying himself. Heâd just have to say no, heâs sure you can find someone else to do it for you.Â
Yes, thatâs it, just say no.Â
Jake has to keep some of his pride in tact.Â
Jake does not say no.Â
He doesnât know what went wrong. His mind said one thing, but his words said another.Â
To be fair, Jakeâs actions have always been influenced by his heart, not his brain, anyways. And when it comes to you, you bet itâll be coming from his heart.Â
So here he was now, under the stare of three equally shocked and confused guys across from you and him at the lunch table, your fingers intertwined with his.
Just a few seconds ago, you had spotted the rest of the lunch bunch approaching the table, and you quickly grabbed Jakeâs hand and scooted in closer to him. Â
Now here you were, explaining to your friends of your sudden relationship. Â
Jake is too zoned out to even physically pick up your explanation. Something along the lines of "weâve been dating for a while but didnât want to tell you guys yet."Â From the feeling of your hand clutched tightly into his and your body right up next to him, his mind was short-circuiting.Â
How is he supposed to last an entire week of this if he couldn't handle innocent hand holding? Hand holding? God, what are we, back in the fifth grade? Â
Two minutes into this scheme and Jake's mind has already downgraded itself to a fifth grader's. Â
Jake mentally scolds himself for giving in, this was not a good idea.Â
It takes Jake approximately 12 hours to conclude that this stunt of yours may, actually, be a good idea. He knows this because approximately 12 hours after the events surrounding lunch, he receives a text from you:Â
y/n [12:03AM]: thanks again for doing this for me jake
y/n [12:03AM]: ur actually the best
y/n [12:04AM]: ew ok that was cheesy but really i owe u a big one <333
Following your thread of texts is a really close up photo of you widely smiling into the camera. A smile so big, Jakeâs convinced your face was probably in pain after taking that picture.Â
Anyone else mightâve thought the photo looked borderline insane but because Jakeâs Jake, aka a simpáľáľ for you, he comes to the conclusion that itâs singlehandedly the cutest thing heâs ever seen in the entire world.Â
After quickly saving the selfie into his phone, Jake tells himself that maybe this wonât be a bad thing after all. I mean, anything that makes you smile like that meant it has to be a good idea, right?Â
Spoken like a true simp.Â
Plus, dating youââfake dating youââis pretty much the same as it was before. He already spends most of his days with you to begin with. Now, itâs just with added displays of affection. For show, obviously. Obviously.Â
And look, if Jake will never get to actually be with you, then heâll take what he can get. And if that meant fake dating you, well, he reasons that itâs better than nothing at all.Â
Wednesday, December 9thÂ
Jakeâs playing with the rings on your right hand and youâre in the middle of dramatically telling the lunch table about the infuriating Karen you had to deal with at work the other day when Jay comes up with a grin you all know a little too well.Â
âOkay that grin means one of two things: you finally grew the balls to ask out that poor girl youâve been teasing all year or you have something planned that we wonât like,â you interrupt your story when you catch Jayâs sly expression, evoking a chuckle from Jake, whoâs now found a new distraction with the bracelets perches on your wrist.Â
âExcuse you, Iâll have you know that I did ask her out. It just so happens that sheâs currently âin between boyfriendsâ whatever that means. Ouch, by the way,â Jay feigns hurt from your comment by clutching the area above his heart through his shirt. Ever the drama queen. âBut yes, I do have something planned. And no, itâs not a bad idea.âÂ
Jay squeezes his way in between Sunghoon and Heeseung from across you and begins to pull out his own lunch. Everyoneâs eyes follow him as he settles in because as bad as his unknown idea may be, youâre all still curious on what this boy has to say.Â
âWell are you going to elaborate or...â Heeseung speaks up for everyone after you all mentally debate one another through darting eyes on whoâs going to have to bite Jayâs silent bait.
Jay then forcefully sets both hands on his table, which elicits a little jump from you as you go for a bite of your sandwich. Adorable, Jake tells himself.Â
âMy parents are out of town this weekend. We all know what that means...âÂ
Yes. We do know what that means. The four of you have seen this scenario play out many times, a little too many times for your own good.Â
This meant one of Jayâs infamous house parties that he always throws whenever his parents go out of town. And because his parents are hot-shot CEOs of an important company whose name you donât remember (itâs nothing personal, your brain can only handle so much information and this physics exam you were studying for took up 90% of your brain capacity at the moment), theyâre out of town often.Â
And along with Jayâs parties comes chaos. Lots of it. And thatâs because...well, itâs safe to say that despite the many school-wide presentations the police officers of your school have held in the auditorium on why you shouldnât drink underage, Jayâs parentsâ liquor cabinet always seems to find itself missing many a few bottles after each party. But we donât talk about that. Shush.Â
Almost simultaneously, everyone at the table lets out a groan, much to Jayâs disappointment.Â
âCâmon guys! Itâs been a while since anythingâs fun happened to this school, think of all the sad students in that building right now,â he extends a finger whole-ass arm and points at your school, âwho are in dire need of fun and a little...â he punctuates his sentence with the hand motion of chugging down a drink, followed with a gulping sound elicited from his tongue clicking.Â
You roll your eyes along with everyone else. Donât be like Jay, kids. Listen to those police officers.Â
âJay, itâs midterm season! I have an exam on Monday and I definitely do not want to spend the nights before wasted,â you give him an apologetic look. As crazy as Jay is, you do feel bad nonetheless. The boy just wants to have fun.Â
Your response is followed up with similar comments from around the table.Â
âIâm helping y/n studyâÂ
âI have an important skating performance on SundayâÂ
âUh...my hamster died?â (ok Heeseung panicked, donât blame the guy)
Ignoring that last excuse of an excuse, Jay continues his debate nonetheless. âJust come for the sake of it! No oneâs saying you have to get wasted. Pleaseeee for me?âÂ
Jay throws these parties so often, youâre not sure why heâs so set on making sure youâre all going to be there. Well, I guess who wouldnât want their closest friends to be at their own party?Â
That and, Jay needs to make sure his friends are there to stop him from doing anything stupid. We all know this boy has had enough embarrassing moments to last him a lifetime.Â
Everyone at the table gives each other the same hesitant look. Heeseung is the first to give in, âOh fuck it. Sure, count me in.âÂ
Jayâs fist pumping the air before turning to Sunghoon with the most hopeful eyes.Â
Sunghoon simply sighs in return. âAlright okay, Iâll bite. But if you vomit on my shoes again, Iâm out the door.â Jayâs finger is automatically drawing a cross over his heart as a promise to not ruin Sunghoonâs Nikes again.Â
He then looks to you with puppy eyes.Â
You, who's already staring back at Jay with a stoic look in your eyes, are stubborn and (unlike the previous weaklings) are not as easy to convince. And somehow, this began an unannounced staring contest between the two of you, a contest to see who would budge first. This isn't an uncommon occurrence between you and Jay, but the rest of the boys are still on the edges of their seats watching this duel.
Jake casually wraps an arm around your shoulder and youâre brought in close, but still undeterred from your death-stare match with the boy across from you.Â
If itâs not obvious enough, Jakeâs really gotten into his role of being your boyfriend, despite it only being 24 hours since he last froze at your touch. Character development, youâll give him that.Â
You almost forget heâs faking it for a quick second. And for an even quicker second, you imagine he wasnât faking it. And you swear you feel butterflies in your stomach at that thought.Â
Weird.Â
You mentally shake the thought out of your head. Priorities first, aka, beating Jay in this staring contest.Â
âFuck,â you stutter when you finally blink, admitting defeat to a grinning Jay. âOkay, okay, Iâll THINK about it. Iâll let you know.âÂ
Not exactly the answer Jay was looking for, but heâll take it. Better than a no.Â
He turns to Jake next, knowing thereâs no way Jake will turn down a party. Just like Jay, the boy loves himself a good party.Â
Butâ
But because Jake would take your physics exam this Monday for you if you asked, because Jake would bungee jump in the Grand Canyon without a safety net below him if you asked, because Jake would fake date you to make your crush jealous for you if you asked, he doesnât hesitate in his answer this time around: âSame as y/n, Iâll let you know.âÂ
Jay looks at Jake. Then back at you, who heâs still clinging onto like a koala to a tree. Then back at Jake. âYou two are gross. Admittedly cute. But gross.âÂ
You look up at the boy next to you to see him already grinning at you.Â
For the first time today, you find yourself agreeing with Jay.Â
Admittedly cute.Â
Thursday, December 10thÂ
You are having a bad day.Â
Youâre having the mother of bad days.Â
Not only is it midterm season, but you still have all your regular weekly assignments to finish before Friday hits. So as a natural-born procrastinator does, you stayed up all last night trying to get a good amount of work done because whatâs better than cramming all your work the night before itâs due? Doing it two nights before itâs due.Â
Well apparently it wasnât such a good idea. Because now, here you were, frantically throwing on whatever articles of clothing you find nearest to you because you slept through all your alarms.Â
Youâre lucky enough to make it through your schoolâs doors right as the second bell rings, even if you did look like you just walked straight out of a zombie apocalypse.Â
Youâre not so lucky when you find out your first class of the day, calculus, had a pop quiz. A pop quiz on the only unit you just happened to know absolutely nothing about.Â
To top things off, you forgot to pack your lunch during this morningâs frenzy, meaning youâre automatically stuck sharing with Jake.
And because his mother started making him pack his own food out of a lesson of responsibility (she said something along the lines of:Â âJake, youâre about to be in college and you donât know how to pack a decent mealâ), he only has a plain PB&J sandwich and a pack of Scooby-Doo gummies in his bag today (because newsflash, he still doesnât know how to pack a decent meal).Â
Not that you could care less at the moment, you were too preoccupied with catching up on your assignments to even eat. And if any of the boys noticed your zombie-like state during lunch, they did a good job of not mentioning it. They knew better than to bother an irritated y/n.Â
Somehow, you make it through the entire school day and your after-school meeting for environmental club (save the trees!) in one piece. As you finally walk out of the school building, you exhale, automatically feeling lighter. At least the hard part of your day was done.Â
Now you just had to wait for Jake to finish soccer practice, which usually ended around the same time as your club, and he can drive you home, where you can continue being irritated with your day in the privacy of your own space.Â
You wait on the steps of the schoolâs entrance, waiting for a smiley Jake to come around the corner as he usually does at 5:30pm every Thursdays.Â
Yes, a smiling Jake is exactly what you needed to make your day ten times better, you conclude.Â
As if on cue, you hear a ding from your phone.Â
Jake [5:30PM]: ugh coach is extending practice for âteam bondingâÂ
Jake [5:30PM]: idek what team bonding isÂ
Jake [5:31PM]: you ok if i cant drive you today? ://Â
Itâs as if the universe decided to use you as its punching bag today.Â
You physically let out a distorted groan, not caring if anyone who happened to hear you thought you were a creature from out of this world, as you send him a text back.
y/n [5:32PM]: itâs all good lol have fun with tEaM bOnDiNg
Things were not all good. But no matter how upset you may be, you werenât going to project your negative vibes onto Jakeâs naturally positive ones. So you get up from the stone steps and begin your dreaded walk back home.Â
Itâs freezing out. You shouldâve known better to just throw on a hoodie and call it a day when itâs the middle of December. But then again, you figured by now youâd be in the comfort and warmth of Jakeâs car and presence...not walking home in these freezing temperatures.Â
You think about Jake and how heâs probably currently suffering from not only his team bonding exercises (but really though, what are team bonding exercises?), but doing them in this weather as well. The poor boy.Â
Youâre quickly broken out of your thoughts by the sound of a car engine from behind you. When you donât see it pass by you and instead hear it pull over and park next to the curb of the sidewalk youâre currently on, you automatically deduce that this is it, this is my time, Iâm about to get kidnapped by whoever it is behind me but y/n, you should probably turn around and check first before you drive yourself insane in this inner dialogue.Â
You turn around and squint into the front window of the car. If it were a kidnapper, this is exactly what your mother told you not to do. Her exact words were: âRun, donât look back, and scream bloody murder.âÂ
Good thing it wasnât. Just an innocent Sunghoon waving his hand at you, motioning you to get in.Â
âSunghoon?â You approach his car and stop at the passenger sideâs open window.Â
ây/n! Itâs freezing out, Iâll drive you home câmon,â he nods his head towards the passenger side door.Â
Well, how could you say no? Sunghoon owns a nice car. Like a nice car. Like car-seat-heaters-that-make-you-feel-like-youâre-physically-melting nice. Beats getting hypothermia outside, right?Â
âWhy are you going home from school so late?â You ask as you settle into his car, instantly melting at the touch of the aforementioned heated seats.Â
âDebate club, actually. Decided I needed another personality trait other than ice skating,â he starts the engine and begins driving towards the direction of your neighborhood.Â
You laugh at his comment, you didnât peg him as a debate kind of student. Quiet Sunghoon? Debate club? If 2 plus 2 is four...
âHey, I donât call you the Ice Prince for nothing! Also, donât forget your other personality trait: forgetting your lunch every day.âÂ
Sunghoon quickly glances over at you to send you a dirty look (because eyes on the road, kids!), which you return with a cheeky grin. âNeed I remind you that was you today?âÂ
âTouchĂŠ,â you click your tongue.Â
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the faint sound of Sunghoon's music in the background filling in the quietness. Â
Youâre humming along until Sunghoon breaks the silence, âDid Jake get stuck at practice again?âÂ
You donât know why, but you swear you feel your heart beat faster at the mention of Jakeâs name. No, that was always there right? Because you were with Sunghoon...your crush..obviously. Obviously.Â
Ignoring the feeling, you turn your attention towards the boy driving you.Â
âOh yeah, something about team bonding. Howâd you know?âÂ
âEh, I just figured since he wasnât driving you home like he always does.â He turns into your neighborhood.Â
You nod at his answer.Â
âYou two make a good couple.âÂ
You whip your head at him. Did you hear him correctly?
âIt was about time, really. You two have been ogling at one another for so long, Heeseung, Jay, and I almost placed bets on who would be the first to make a move.âÂ
He keeps his eyes on the road, casually going on about how you and Jake make the cutest couple heâs ever seen.Â
You're frozen, unsure of what to think, let alone say.Â
You think to two days ago, when you started this entire fake relationship because of the very boy driving you home right now. The same boy who's complimenting you on your fake relationship. The same boy who's supposed to be jealous over that said relationship. The same boy youâre supposed to be crushing over.
But now...only a mere 48 hours later, you were finding yourself okay with the fact that he was happy for you. And for the life of you, you couldnât remember why you liked Sunghoon in the first place. Not saying he isnât one to be crushed on, I mean, look at the guy.Â
Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact that you didn't feel nervous or giddy or..anything at all when you got into the car with Sunghoon. At least, not until Jake's name was mentioned. That's when you felt the butterflies. At the mention of Jake. Â
Jake.Â
Weird.Â
But before you can come to a conclusion on why you're feeling the way you do, Sunghoon interrupts your thoughts. Â
"Well, we're here! Say hi to your parents for me," he pulls into your driveway as you're still collecting your thoughts. Â
You give him a quick thanks and one last wave as you enter the front doors of your house. Â
Seeing that your only solution towards confusing feelings meant distracting yourself, distract yourself you did. Â
Even if it meant distracting yourself with your piling assignments. Â
The next time you look up from your work, it's suddenly way past sundown and a heavy storm has taken over. Youâre surprised it hasnât started flooding yet with the amount of rainfall you were hearing.Â
You check the time on your phone, the bright 8:16PM on the screen illuminating your dimly lit room. Seeing that neither of your parents have yet to be home from work, it looks like you were going to have to settle with some instant ramen for dinner tonight. Â
As you trudge down the stairs of your home, the sound of light knocking against the front door catches your attention. It's been a long day y/n, you're probably hearing things, it's definitely just the rain.
Nope. There it is again, but much louder. Much more urgent. Â
You contemplate any and all potential disasters that could happen from answering the door. Only a crazy person would be willing to go out in this hurricane-like weather to be frantically knocking on your door. Â
And so, you assume it has to be some psychopath trying to get into your house. Yes, thereâs definitely no other logical explanation.Â
You scramble around your living room, looking for the next best weapon to defend you. Resorting to the flower vase your mother keeps on the table next to the front door, you hold it out in front of you, as if you're waiting for the door to burst open. Â
The knocking continues, gradually getting louder. You mentally curse at yourself for dropping out of the taekwondo class your dad signed you up for when you were younger. Â
Vase in hand, you swing open the door and brace forâ
"Jake? What the fuck? Get in here, you're gonna get sick!" Â
Youâre suddenly aware of how stupid you look, holding a light pink vase with a couple of orchids as your only form of self-defense...for it to only be your own best friend. You immediately put it back on the table as Jake quickly rushes past you and into your humble abode. Â
You close the door behind you and turn to face the soaked boy. Â
âI come bearing gifts, also known as take-out and hot chocolate from that one cafe you love. Also my company, if youâll take it. I had a feeling you werenât having the best day today,â heâs simply standing there, holding up a large brown paper bag in one hand, and a deliciously smelling cup of hot chocolate in the other, but youâre looking at him as if he bought you the Moon.Â
You stare in awe at the angel of a boy in front of you, silently thanking the stars for gifting you this amazing human being as your best friend. You donât know what you did to deserve him.Â
You give him a soft smile. âJake, you didnât have to. Itâs practically a shitstorm out there,â you cock your head towards the window, showcasing the downpour of cats and dogs outside. Jake stays by the entrance as you go down the hall and through your houseâs linen closet to find a spare towel for the drenched boy.
âNah itâs no big deal, really. Just fulfilling my duties as your loyal boyfriend,â he grins, even though you canât see him. He likes calling himself that. Your boyfriend.
Jake continues to shake his messy hair to get the excess rain off, giving a mental apology to whoever is going to have to mop up the puddle forming on the floor due to his unannounced visit. Probably you.Â
Jake hears you laugh down the hall. âYouâre really invested in your role, huh? Keep this up and you might actually trick me into believing youâre my actual boyfriend.âÂ
Actual boyfriend? Jake likes the sound of that. Maybe he will keep this up then.
Jake doesnât have much experience in acting, unless you count that time he played the role of Town Villager #3Â in the third grade play, so he never found it as one of his interests. But playing the role of your boyfriend was one he was willing to fulfill for the rest of life, even if it was just for show.Â
Jake doesnât respond to your comment, heâs instead self-aware of his blushing cheeks, thankful that youâre too busy rummaging through your linen closet to take notice.Â
âPlus, you didnât have lunch today and I had feeling you were going to be too caught up in your work to feed yourself anything other than instant ramen,â he sets down his gifts to you on your living roomâs coffee table as you come around the corner, fresh towel and new set of clothes in hand.Â
His eyes fall on the familiar looking pair of sweatpants and hoodie resting on the palms of your hands.Â
Hm. A little too familiar.Â
Then, it clicks in his head.Â
His eyes narrow at you as you giggle at his reaction, âOh, so it takes me getting drenched in the rain for you to finally return my clothes that Iâve been missing!?âÂ
âHey! Iâm not returning them, simply loaning them out to a friend whoâs in dire need. You basically gifted them to me the second you left them here months ago.âÂ
âYouâre annoying.âÂ
âLove you too,â you toss the clothes at him and take a seat on the floor around your coffee table, prepping the table with the boxes of Chinese food Jake supplied.Â
After Jake changes into the stolen dry clothes, he takes a seat next to an already-eating you at the coffee table.Â
âYou. are. my lord and savior Sim Jaeyun,â youâre saying with your mouth full of fried rice. You sigh from satisfaction and rest your head against Jakeâs shoulder as you continue chewing. He grins as he helps himself to his own serving of fried rice and orange chicken.Â
You look up at him from your spot, âHow was team bonding today?âÂ
Jake groans in response, clearly annoyed. âStupid. I donât get how doing trust falls and pyramid building is going to get us any closer. If anything, I almost FELL off that pyramid today!âÂ
You donât know why, but you find yourself admiring him and his soft features as he continues to rant about one of his teammates, specifically, the one who almost dropped him.Â
The way his messy hair, unkept from the rain ruining it, almost covers his eyes (but you tell yourself you like it this way, it looks more natural on him), the way the corners of his lips are always perked upwards (even when heâs ranting), the way his eyes sparkle whenever heâs truly passionate about whatever heâs talking about, the way his eyes look at you likeâ
âStare much? Look, I get you canât resist my good looks but at least be subtle about it,â he smirks at you as he takes another spoon of rice.Â
You break out of his trance and scoff at him.Â
âYouâre cute when you rant,â you nonchalantly say as you move from your spot to mirror his actions and add more rice to your plate as well. Jakeâs stills at your sudden comment, unsure of how to respond. Lucky for him, youâre distracted by the mountain of food on your plate to even notice the blushing mess of a boy next to you.Â
âYou know, youâre lucky youâre cute. Or else Iâd deck you right here and now for ditching me after school today.âÂ
Anddd there goes the moment. Leave it to you to follow up a compliment with a threat of violence.Â
Jake finds it cute anyways. He always finds you cute.Â
Jake narrows his eyes and lightly shoves you before an apology is written all over his face. âSorry about that by the way. I feel awful about making you walk home when it was freezing out.âÂ
âNah, itâs okay. Sunghoon gave me a ride, actually. Did you know he does debate? I guess you learn something new everyday,â you ramble, unaware of the boy next to you getting tense at the sudden mention of the otherâs name.Â
Up until now, Jakeâs completely forgotten about Sunghoon's involvement in this entire scheme. In fact, the past 48 hours with you have felt so normal, so comfortable, he almost forgot about the deal in the first place. Â âYou think he has any clue?â Jake suddenly asks, referring to the plan.Â
You immediately know what heâs referring to, as Jake practically worded out your very own thoughts.Â
You shrug. âNot a single one. Weâre practically William and Kate in his eyes. But honestly, thatâs the least of my worries right now. Iâm too distracted by my exams right now to care.âÂ
Jake feels guilty for being satisfied with your answer. Heâs 100% sure that if convincing Sunghoon took you two an entire lifetime of fake dating, heâd be all too willing to do it.Â
âGo to Jayâs party with me tomorrow,â he abruptly says, catching your attention as your mouth is stuffed. Cute.Â
He pokes your cheek. âItâll get your mind off of work and plus, whatâs more convincing than showing up to a party with your amazing boyfriend?â he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Jake doesnât know where he gets his sudden surge of confidence. But he does know he loves calling himself your boyfriend...even if itâs for the time being.Â
Rolling your eyes and swatting his poking fingers away from your face, you ponder on his suggestion.Â
âYou mean my annoying boyfriend,â you stick your tongue out at him. Jake takes a mental picture and hopes it never leaves his mind.Â
âBut I guess you could be right. Maybe I can clear my head for the night before I study my ass off all weekend.âÂ
Friday, December 11thÂ
The party does not clear your mind.Â
If anything, it gives you enough headaches to last you at least until the end of high-school.Â
You come to this revelation as you and Jake approach Jayâs home, a luxurious mansion sitting at the end of a cul-de-sac, lined with similarly luxurious palaces, located in an equally luxurious neighborhood.Â
You come to this revelation when you can already feel the pounding bass of music as you walk up Jayâs driveway.Â
You come to this revelation when, not even two seconds after entering Jayâs front doorsââ
âYouâre here!â A buzzed Jay shouts at the two of you, causing the both of you to contemplate your past choices that brought you here today. Jay definitely isnât straight up drunk yet, but Jake still makes a mental note to keep an eye on him tonight. Just in case.Â
The blonde-haired boy is quick to hand over two red solo cups of god knows what, to which you and Jake immediately put down on the nearest table after Jay walks away to greet the next incoming guests (you know, to not hurt his feelings).Â
You and Jake are lucky enough to have been around Jay and his parties long enough to know that going all out at these parties will not be pretty the next morning.
You cringe at the memory of last year, when you had to suffer from possibly the worst hangover of all hangovers after one of Jayâs parties. Jake will never let you forget how miserable you looked the next morning. His camera rollâs album titled ây/n blackmail picsâ can vouch for that.
âRemind me again to never listen to you,â you almost have to shout at Jake over the thumping music. Jake laughs at your comment and tugs at your hand as he begins entering the house.
The two of you do your rounds of greetings to the people you know...and random underclassmen who you swear you have never seen before but somehow made it to this party. Youâve always questioned how Jayâs invite list worked. Maybe there isnât one. That would explain how it looked like someone announced Jay was giving out free Teslas and the entire school got hold of the news.Â
âThank god you guys are here,â you hear a voice come from behind the two of you as you guys leave the main room to enter the houseâs smaller, but just as luxurious looking, den. You turn to see Heeseung with Sunghoon following closely behind, trying his best not to get swept away in the crowd of people.Â
The den is where you usually stayed during these parties. Itâs not like there are rules of where people are allowed to party, by any means, but itâs like how a high-schoolâs cafeteria worked. Thereâs a mutual silent agreement of where everyone goes, and the den is where the party host and his friends went. Â
âOkay, is it just me, or is tonightâs party just a little...too..much?â Sunghoon asks as the four of you take your seats on the main couch of the room. Jakeâs quick to make space for you next to him as you go to sit, but to his surprise, you find your home right on his lap.Â
âYou said be convincing right?â you say into his ear as you settle yourself. Right. Thatâs totally why. Because you had to go along with the ruse. Obviously.Â
You shift a bit so youâre more facing sideways, not blocking off Jakeâs line of vision as the boy himself is..well, calling him a rag doll might be excessive.Â
But heâs sure he looks like one right now, having lost all senses in his limbs, leaving him frozen underneath you.Â
Jake Sim is the epitome of politeness. He was raised in a family that taught him how to respectfully greet others, how to always offer food to others before eating it himself, how to properly treat a significant other. As a result, Jake grew up to be one of the sweetest, kindest, purest people to ever walk this earth.Â
(Relatively speaking, the earth is large, but so is Jakeâs heart.)Â
But human-beings arenât perfect, they must have a balance. A balance of pros and cons.Â
Sure, he canât pack his own lunch and sometimes forgets to water the little succulent you gifted him thatâs currently seated on his window sill. Sure, sometimes heâs too sweet for his own good, you know, like willing-to-be-your-fake-boyfriend too sweet. But aside from the minor details, Jake Sim doesnât have many cons, no.Â
But he sure can be awkward.Â
And so because Jake Sim is sweet, kind, pure, and awkward, he is unsure of what to do with himself when youâre seated right on top of him.Â
As if you could read his befuddled mind, you take his arm thatâs resting behind you to wrap around your waist as your support as you throw one of your arms around his shoulder. And throughout this entire adjustment, his widened eyes are staring right at you.Â
Bless this pure, pure boy.Â
Also bless the position youâre in, blocking the two other boys from directly seeing Jakeâs face. Because if they were to catch glimpse of Jakeâs expression right now, your cover might be blown, just like that. Youâre lucky Heeseung and Sunghoon are distracted by another classmate who came up to them.Â
âRelax,â you sweetly laugh, cupping his chin with your free hand and lightly squeezing his cheeks. âYouâre so adorably awkward.âÂ
Jake pouts at you. âI am not awkward!âÂ
âRight, and Iâm totally dating you for real,â you playfully whisper at him, eliciting a poke at your waist in response.Â
Twenty minutes of people-watching-aka-âwho do you think is gonna pass out first?â-from-your-spot-on-the-couch later, the four of you draw your attention to the rowdy party host you all have the honor of calling your friendââaka Jayââdancing (that is, if you call wildly swinging your limbs in all four directions dancing) in the middle of the den.Â
"Oh god, look at him," Sunghoon voices from besides you.
Heeseung's already filming the moment on his phone. Ah yes, technology. The best thing to ever happen to drunk teens' friends. Â
"He's so wasted," you throw your head back as you let out a laugh. âWe should help the kid out.âÂ
Poor Jay. He's not gonna hear the end of it after tonight.
"I don't know why he thinks these parties are such a good idea when he knows how trashed he's gonna be when he wakes up," Jake says, his hand naturally squeezing your waist as you giggle at his comment. "And how trashed the house will be." Â
Jay slumbers over to where the four of you are seated, and abruptly stops right in front of the couch.
"My best friends!" Jay happily cheers. âHaving fun?âÂ
âWatching you? Always,â you say to the boy whoâs squeezing into a seat between you and Sunghoon, as if the small couch wasnât already suffocating enough (and thatâs with you on Jakeâs lap).Â
âBut for real though, you should probably lay off the drinks for now,â Heeseung insists. âFor all our sakes.âÂ
Sunghoon nods along and grabs the cup Jayâs currently nursing and sets it down where itâs out of Jayâs reach, much to his dismay. But the disappointment quickly leaves the dazed boyâs head, as his attention is now directed towards you and Jake.Â
âWell if it isnât mom and dad,â Jay turns to face you and Jake, certainly amused by your seating arrangement.Â
âYou knowââ Jay points a finger at the two of you. âFor a couple thatâs certainly close, I havenât seen you two kiss.âÂ
Jake is immediately coughing, certainly not expecting that to come out of his friendâs mouth.Â
âOkay and your point is?â Jake frowns at Jay. If Jay wasnât tipsy, Jake wouldâve smacked the back of his head by now.Â
âIâm just saying...â the blonde responds, both hands up in the air as if Jake is accusing him of something, when in was, in fact, the opposite. âBut nevermind, Jakey boy here is probably too innocent for such nonsense anyways.âÂ
Yes, itâs confirmed. Once Jay sobers up tomorrow, Jake is driving over to his house (even though itâs a good ten minute drive from his own) just to smack him.Â
âWhat do you mean Iâm tooââÂ
Jake doesnât finish his sentence. In fact, Jake doesnât even remember what he was going to say.Â
Jake doesnât think nor feel anything else other than your lips planted on his.Â
Youâre pulling him in close, your hands cupping his face as his own are twitching on your waist, his mind flustered. You move your hands from his face to his neck, to which Jake immediately relaxes at.Â
Sure, you two are in the middle of a dumb high-school party, one filled with pounding music and shouting teenagers, but right now, in this moment, Jake can only feel you. And he doesnât want the feeling to ever stop.Â
When you part, Jakeâs eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, his own parted in shock. He thinks he might pass out right here and now. He thinks his heart might explode right here and now. He thinks he might lov-
âHappy?â you turn to a satisfied Jay, ignoring the looks of amusement from Heesung and Sunghoon besides him.Â
âWell,â you pat Jakeâs leg as you get up from your spot. âIâm gonna get us some drinks. Punch only, of course.âÂ
Jakeâs eyes are on you as you walk away, his face tinted pink from the adrenaline of it all, his heart racing.Â
Jake thinks back to three days ago, when he told himself that this idea of yours was going to be all fine. After all, it was only going to be for one week. Afterwards, he can move on with his life as if nothing happened.Â
But fast forward 72 hours later, 72 hours after you and Jake started this act, 72 hours after Jake told himself itâll be all fine, Jake knows he was poorly mistaken.
Because 72 hours later, in the middle of a party that reeked of the combined smell of alcohol and sweat, Jake knows one thing and one thing for sure.
He never wants to move on from the feeling of being with you. He never wants to move on from this.
From you.Â
Heâs screwed.Â
Saturday, December 12thÂ
When Jake wakes up, much later than he intended to, on Saturday morning, the first sensation he feels are his tingling lips, still in disbelief that they graced your own last night.Â
The second sensation being his pounding mindââitâs running through ten million thoughts at a time, telling him no last night wasnât a dream.Â
Third:Â his heart beating so fast at the thought of you, he thinks he might beat out of his chest.
And fourth, a buzzing noise.Â
Jake blindly flounders his arm to the table beside him in hopes of finding the origin of the annoying sound, aka, his phone.Â
After knocking down multiple miscellaneous items on his nightstand (he makes a mental note to clean his room later), he successfully retrieves the item of search.Â
Jake squints at the bright screen, mind still cloudy from a mix of 1) being half-asleep, and 2) still processing what happened the night before.Â
y/n [11:10AM]: r u awake yet?Â
y/n [11:22AM]: imma take that as a no
y/n [11:35AM]: lemme know when ur upÂ
jake [11:44AM]: just woke up sorryÂ
jake [11:44AM]: are you okay? whatâs up
y/n [11:45AM]: r u busy?Â
y/n [11:45AM]: kinda wanted to talk abt smth
jake [11:45AM]: uh well no im still in bed lmao
y/n [11:46AM]: cool im outside your doorÂ
Jakeâs eyes widen as he processes your last few texts.Â
Talk? Outside his door?Â
Jakeâs heart is nervously pounding as jumps out of bed and quickly puts on the first plaid flannel he finds. He scrambles to his mirror and gives his reflection a quick run-down.Â
Heâs sporting your his favorite hoodie underneath the flannel thatâs long overdue a wash and his tousled hair has seen better days, but he couldn't care less.Â
Before his mind can catch up to his actions, heâs rushing down the stairs, skipping two at a time and to this front door. Because he didnât want to keep you waiting? Because he was too excited to see you? Maybe a mix of both. Definitely more of the latter, however.Â
He quickly runs a hand through his hair to try to fix it up as much as he can, to no avail, before opening the door to reveal you, sitting on the steps of his front porch.Â
ây/n,â heâs breathing heavily as you turn to greet him with your sweet smile he didnât even realize he was missing. Is it possible to miss someone overnight? Jake concludes yes, it definitely is.Â
âDid you run down here or something?,â you question his out-of-breath state, a teasing tone laces the tip of your tongue.Â
âOr something,â Jake mutters as he closes the front door behind him to join you on the steps when you make no sign of moving. âHave you been out here all morning?âÂ
âNot allll morning. I had a feeling youâd sleep in so I came around the time I first texted you. Wouldâve knocked but didnât wanna bother your family,â you hum, keeping your eyes trained on the peaceful scenery around you.Â
Youâve always loved Jakeâs neighborhood, it brought you a sense of peace, a sense of home.Â
Or was that because it reminded you of Jake?Â
âYou could never be a bother,â he quickly rebuttals as he takes his seat next to you on the steps.Â
You respond with a soft smile before turning your attention back to anything other than the boy next to you. Your mind seems to be lost in its own thoughts, Jake can tell by the distant look in your eyes.Â
The sound of birds chirping in the distance fills the silence that falls between the two of you.Â
Any other day, Jake would love this. He savors every second heâs with you, even if itâs just pure silence.Â
But this silence was different. It wasnât the usual comforting, warm silence that the two of you share on a typical day. This one held tension, tension so thick that Jake doesnât know where to begin thinking.Â
But hereâs the thing. Jake doesnât think.Â
Not when it comes to you.Â
He takes a deep breath. Rubs his hands together. Pats them on his lap. Turns towards you.Â
âLook, I-âÂ
âI think I might like you.â The words come out of your mouth so fast, Jakeâs positive he heard you wrong the first time around.Â
He whips his head to meet your eyes, your own already staring back at him, your bottom lip nervously tucked under your teeth.Â
âNo, IââI do. I know I do. Iâm sorry. I didnât know how to tell you and I donât think Iâm doing a very good job right now,â the words are all of the sudden tumbling out of your mouth as if your brain flipped a switch and isnât able to turn it off. âIn hindsight, I shouldâve known better to fake date my own best friend. But these past few days made me realize how much I love being with you. And not like how Iâm always with you 24/7 before this entire thing started, but being with you. I even started getting that weird, bubbly feeling in my stomach every time I so much as heard your name. And then last night at the party, I realized afterwards that I wouldnât have kissed you if some part of me didnât see you in that way. Even if it meant Jay wouldâve been on our asses all night if I didnât. So yeah.âÂ
You finish with a deep breath and look up at him to meet his widened eyes. Silence.
Jake thought he was braindead during last weekâs history quiz. Jake thought he was braindead when he had to cram a semesterâs worth of chemistry content the night before his exam. Heck, Jake thought he was braindead when you first told him about your idea of a fake dating him. But no, this is braindead.
Heâs finally hearing what heâs been dreaming of for so long, and of all times, now his brain decides to shut off. Â
âAre you..uh..are you gonna say anything?â Youâre nervously fumbling with your hands, desperate to distract yourself with anything else apart from his silent stare.Â
"Why are you sorry?" Jake says before his mind can think of anything else. He doesn't pay attention to his thumping heart that's one look-from-you away from exploding right then and there. "You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, you took the words right out of my mouth.âÂ
Now you're staring at him with the wide eyes, the words processing in your mind.
Jake realizes he's waited too long to do this. A few years too long. He also realizes he shouldn't have put on that extra layer of a flannel. The nervous tension created by the two of you was suffocating enough, and being outside under the bright sun didnât help.Â
"I like you too. God y/n, I like you too so much," Jake doesn't even care if his words are all sorts of messed up right now. He just needs you to get the idea. "I have for a while now.âÂ
You let out a relieved sigh, ecstasy rushing through your blood. âReally? I think I have for a while too. Iâm so stupid, it took me so long to realize it. It didnât hit me until I realized how I felt around you, compared to the guy Iâm supposed to actually have a crush on.âÂ
Jake lets out a laugh, the tension immediately dissolving. âHey, if it wasnât for Sunghoon, I donât think weâd be here right now.âÂ
âYouâre right, Iâm too oblivious and youâre too awkward to actually make a move,â you wink at him. If his heart wasnât fluttering at the sight of you, on his porch on a Saturday morning, confessing your feelings to him, Jake probably wouldâve lightly shoved you away.Â
Instead, heâs turning to you with the most endeared look on his face, and youâre blushing underneath his gaze.
âWhat? Stare much?â You giggle, quoting the boy himself as you shyly duck your head to avoid his stare.Â
Jake gently grabs your chin to tilt your face towards his, and before you can process whatâs happening, he suddenly meets your lips with his own, closing the gap between you two.Â
Jake thinks if the ground underneath him right now decided to open up and swallow him whole, heâd die happily.Â
Jake smiles against you, feeling comfort in ways heâll never be able to achieve without you.Â
Your hands instinctively find their way into his hair, as one of his rests below your ear, thumb softly caressing your cheek, the other pulling you in by the waist. Heâs naturally leaning into you, gravitating towards your warmth, unable to stop the giddy feeling bubbling in his stomach.Â
He doesnât think the feeling will ever go away.Â
When you pull away to catch your breath, you rest your head against the nook of his neck, basking in his presence as his arms both find their way around your waist. You sigh in pleasure.Â
âRemember at the beginning of all of this, when you told me âJust try not to fall in love with me?ââ Jake gently says. Jake feels the slight nod you give against his shoulder as you hum in response.Â
Jake whispers two more words into your ear, filling you with happiness and warmth you know you wonât be able to find through anyoneââor anythingââelse.Â
âToo late.âÂ
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summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isnât so sure whether youâre serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is funâ˘, sexting, dom kookâs still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think itâs time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01
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Itâs been a week since the thing.
The remote-controlled vibrator thing.Â
The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing.Â
Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!
At least, he thought you did.Â
âI really said Iâd feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,â Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. âIâm disgusting. She thinks Iâm disgusting.âÂ
People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, youâd be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more?Â
âFucking text her,â Taehyung is tired of Jungkookâs wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer heâs brooding in one of three places. Todayâs his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkookâs pillow right under his nose.
Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.
âText her what,â Jungkook replies despondently.Â
âI donât know, something along the lines of âI wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagnaânot simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?â Itâs that simple,â Taehyung gets up in Jungkookâs face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. âWant me to do it for you?âÂ
âNoo, Iâm an adult I canââ
âI did it for you.âÂ
Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyungâs hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommateâs back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyungâs words, and youâve already replied.Â
[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?
[1:25] You: itâs a busy week this week 𼺠raincheck?Â
âWas the sex that bad?â Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice.Â
âN-no,â Jungkook is sweating. He isnât sure anymore.Â
Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if youâll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend.Â
âItâs just that,â Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, âbusy people donât reply that fast. Like even if she wasnât busy, thereâs a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.âÂ
This silly rule overrides Jungkookâs mind for the rest of the week.Â
The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkookâs trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesnât help sway Jungkookâs incessant thoughts.Â
The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid.Â
No, youâre definitely not that cold-hearted.Â
Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. Itâs all the way at the end of the hallway, and heâs tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck.Â
Jungkookâs eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you heâs doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time itâs happened, afterall it led him to you at one point.Â
He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You havenât changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted âBoo Yâallâ written in script next to a chibi-ghost.Â
His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.)Â
âFuck, Hobi!âÂ
Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if heâs been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool.Â
The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkookâs face crumbling at every spring. Jungkookâs face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood.Â
âCâmon, bunny,â the male voice is teasing, âyou know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if youâd just let it go.âÂ
Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the strangerâs tongue is natural, as if heâs been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough?Â
Youâre huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesnât want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkookâs job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thoughtâŚÂ
No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse.Â
He hates this.Â
You hate this.Â
Itâs been five days since Hoseokâs arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldnât he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because heâs cheap as fuck, thatâs why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesnât translate well nearly two decades later.Â
Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseokâs slices go cold as you log in for work. Youâve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, heâs relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all.Â
You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you donât have it in you to stop his incessant habits. Heâs visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until heâs summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him.Â
Most of the interviews are in the evening, and itâs when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, youâre dog tired and so is he.Â
Every night, you try to move away from Hoseokâs clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you.Â
If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, youâd be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseokâs incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseokâs sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, youâll have your own room back.Â
Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed.Â
Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. Itâs late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You canât take too long, otherwise you wonât be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact itâs nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting.Â
[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as itâs been for me â ď¸Â whatâs your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white?Â
Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. Itâs you thatâs the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response.Â
[12:09] Jungkook: ???Â
You frown, wondering what you said wrong.Â
[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?
[12:10] Jungkook: i donât think itâd work outÂ
[12:10] You: why?Â
[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny.Â
Strange. Heâs never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think heâd be the bunny in the relationshipâsoft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, youâre not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. Youâll be in and out of Jungkookâs apartment in ten minutes.Â
Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you.Â
âBunny?â Hoseok calls blearily, and youâre staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, âwhat time is it, where are you going?âÂ
âUm, out,â you reply shortly, âI forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.âÂ
âOh, mâkay. Come back soon, yâknow I canât sleep alone.âÂ
Itâs then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you.Â
You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesnât even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if youâll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back.Â
As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. âJungkook!â you cry, pounding the front door, âitâs a misunderstanding, open up!âÂ
The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest.Â
âYou look awful,â Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because heâs looking at you like an all-knowing psychic.Â
âGee, thanks,â you try to move past him, but heâs blocking the door.Â
âJungkookâs in a meeting with some foriegn developers,â Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommateâs job, âwhen itâs this late he doesnât leave his office until morning. Doorâs locked.âÂ
âWell then, can you relay a message?âÂ
âDepends, is this message going to hurt him further?âÂ
Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. âTell Jungkook heâs done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he shouldâve just asked me why we couldnât go on a date this week.âÂ
âYou couldâve also just told him you have a man on the side.âÂ
âOhmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!â you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. âThis is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. Heâs a blabbermouth and would tell everyoneâmy parents, my grandparents, my great-auntsâabout Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and Iâm not ready for that,â you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyungâs nose, âand the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexualâyou two are fucking grossâI had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.âÂ
âAh, bunny.â Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if youâre now the one with sage wisdom, âit all makes sense now.â He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers.Â
Satisfied by Taehyungâs evident squirming, you decide youâre too tired to further this interaction. âTell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?â Youâre already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, âI would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.âÂ
Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident.Â
When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally heâd wake up midway to Taehyungâs television dramas, or the clanging of last nightâs dishes but nope, not a peep.Â
And todayâs hot meal is takeout from Jungkookâs favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thingâsomething has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty.Â
Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyungâs wordsâyour words from last nightâclear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family.Â
[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry
[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesnât leave by then week we can always rescheduleÂ
[2:51] Jungkook: baby dollâŚÂ
This is far worse than believing you didnât like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldnât be in this mess. Heâs potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television.Â
You donât reply until very late into the night.Â
[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, youâre not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? Youâre asking for trouble
Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He canât help it, heâs smitten.Â
[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. Itâs all his fault. Donât ask why, itâs his fault. Im so sorry.Â
[10:12] You: mm, itâs okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but iâve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short.Â
[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. Weâll have time together after your cousin leaves
[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute faceÂ
[10:16] Jungkook:Â
[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?
Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe itâs taking you so long to reply because youâre trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed.Â
[10:19] You: fuck, i kno thatâs supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face
[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckinâ hoseok is out here snoring like heâs gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet đĽşđĽş your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with
[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklfÂ
He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when youâre ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesnât know how heâs going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy.Â
Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat.Â
Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. Heâs horny, but heâs also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and heâs hoping you will too.Â
[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night
[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll⌠i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued
[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :(Â
[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview
[5:08] You: PNG.0901
Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he couldâve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off.Â
He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one thatâs currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin.Â
Itâs nothing too risque, but itâs nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but itâs very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, youâre between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable.Â
[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed
[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something elseđ
[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder
Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much youâre opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically.Â
[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Hereâs what i was doing last night
[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13
He⌠has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now itâs your turn. He hopes you like it. Itâs not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldnât get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope itâs enough.Â
[5:34] You: u make everything so much easierđâ¨
[5:35] You: MP4.234
Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. Youâre in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt.Â
âMmhâfuck, f-uck Jungkookââ the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm.Â
His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass. Â
âJungkook!â Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, âyou look great, glowing even!âÂ
Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start.Â
Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing itâll be a long weekend at Jiminâs.Â
Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial thatâs teaching him on his flatscreen.Â
Heâs on autopilot. He hasnât contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesnât intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkookâs brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you canât get away from Hoseok.Â
Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.Â
Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes.Â
The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows itâs you.Â
You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms.Â
He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he canât help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You mustâve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace.Â
âHi,â you say.
âHey,â he replies.Â
âItâs Saturday.âÂ
âIt is Saturday.âÂ
You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, âI shouldâve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,â you murmur into the white cotton.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry for jumping to conclusions,â Jungkook whispers, even though youâre the only two people on the floor, âIâll make it better, yeah? Iâm going to love you so good tonight, wonât have to lift a fingerââÂ
You shake your head, looking at him calmly. âJungkook, itâs been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I donât want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,â Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, âfuck me breathless. I wantâno, I need this.â
Anything for you, but Jungkook isnât going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, youâve made him wait.Â
Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, âWho said you can decide the rules here, doll?â heâs been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows youâve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile slide for now, only because heâs missed you so much and youâve had a long day.Â
âIf I wanna fuck you rough, Iâll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, Iâll do it,â Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously.Â
He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, âKnees,â Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees.Â
You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that youâre willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good.Â
âPretty, pretty,â he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, âsuck.âÂ
You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick.Â
Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesnât stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that heâs sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but donât let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum.Â
âFuuuuck, doll,â he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. Heâs a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. âAre you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you donât even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.âÂ
This isnât true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesnât hurt to play it up for pleasure.Â
âN-no Kook, Iâm yours,â you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely.Â
âRight. Youâre. Mine.â With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, âIâm keeping you forever, doll. Donât you know that?âÂ
Throughout this whole process, you donât move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. Youâre so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. Itâs like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. âSo sexy,â he remarks once heâs got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. Heâs still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle.Â
He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. Itâs a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, youâre still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesnât thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger.Â
âKook, d-do you want me to move?â you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm.Â
âGood dolls donât move until theyâre told,â your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, âcum like this.âÂ
âAwh shit, please no,â you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, âI canât wait.âÂ
âThought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You canât do this one little favor for me?â heâs being so mean, and you hate him for it. Havenât you earned it? âCâmon baby, I thought you wanted me?âÂ
Itâs silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial heâs hooked up to his television. Itâs terribly cliche, like youâre in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that youâre stuffed deep into your womb.Â
On the other hand, itâs the only thing youâre acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isnât some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, youâre lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkookâs apartment.Â
You canât cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, âI love this, Kookoo. Iâve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping youâd pull up the app.âÂ
Jungkookâs teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips.Â
âI havenât been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,â you husk, playing with the roots of his hair.Â
You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkookâs cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.
âMm, oh, Iâll cum for you,â and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more andâ
Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch.Â
âNo!â you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and youâre annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty.Â
Youâre not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what youâve been craving.Â
âYou glide right in, donât ya doll,â the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. âF-fuck, youâre so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?âÂ
âMmph! N-noâhng, but Iâm y-yours, Kook,â you garble out, and youâre practically eating the throw pillow youâre propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, âall yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badlyâah fuck!âÂ
âItâs worth it, youâre worth it,â he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. âC-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.âÂ
Youâre starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesnât stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and youâre gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and itâs the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice whatâs going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkookâs thighs and cushions.Â
âY-you just,â your loverâs mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric.Â
âSquirted?â you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, ây-yeah.âÂ
 It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesnât hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion.Â
âS-so perfect,â he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. âMm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badlyâmm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweetââÂ
He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on.Â
Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight.Â
âT-thank you,â you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.
âDonât thank me yet,â Jungkook exhales into your breasts, âd-didnât even feed you my cum yet.âÂ
You scoff, pinching his cheek again. Youâre aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of todayâs coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board.Â
âFeed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.âÂ
Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesnât mind feeding you in that order.Â
bonus.
âSo.âÂ
âSo?â you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair.Â
âYou havenât told me you liked me back yet,â Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where heâs standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt.Â
âOh, I did!â youâre affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, âI totally did last week!âÂ
âYeah, well. Can you say it while Iâm not inside you?âÂ
âOkay,â you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, âI like you.âÂ
âThat was anticlimactic,â Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words.Â
You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. âWhat do you want to hear? Iâve wanted you since Iâve moved in? I think youâre really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?âÂ
âKeep going,â Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.
The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you donât throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory.Â
âMm, dessert first,â you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. âAnd then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,â your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest.Â
Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, heâs always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite.Â
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pairings: childe, diluc, kaeya, albedo x f!reader (separate)
scenario: itâs reallyyyyy cold outside and you want your boyfriend to warm you up :) and maybe cuddle :) i mean what no its just soooo cold
genre: fluff so much fluff
wordcount: 1.6k (mostly albedoâs djkfsdjfnkd)Â
childe
ok so this guy
heâs from snezhnaya which is like russia
its always cold there so heâs used to the below 30 temperatures
you however
ARE NOT
like at all i mean youâre from mondstatd whens the last time it snowed here
so at first he might not notice that you are extremely cold
you two are walking around, being cute yk couple stuff
that is until you start shivering
âwhy are you shaking? are you scared of something???â
heâs not the brightest but we love him
âchilde, im cold.â you bury your face in his chest to hide from the wind
âitâs not that cold out here, i donât see why youâre being so dramatic.â
âitâs below 30 degrees! iâm going to get frostbite and die!â
ok so maybe you are a bit dramatic but YOUâRE FREEZING OKAY?
âhey ojou-chan, why are you so clingy all of a sudden-â you reached your hand inside his pocket to grab his hand.
holy crap your hands are cold
âhey wait donât grab my- THATâS MY SCARF!â
suddenly you were running away from him at top speed, his scarf in your hands
âcome back here! what are you - oof-!â he had grabbed onto the edge of the scarf and pulled it back, you along with it.
you fell on top of him and youâre both wrapped in the scarf like every single christmas romance movie
âwell now my hair is all full of snow.â
âyou deserve it.â âHEY!âÂ
you get up and walk off to the side, taking his scarf with you
he follows after you, and catches up quite fast considering heâs got them long legsÂ
oh to be tall
he wraps his arms around you in a hugÂ
âstill feeling cold?âÂ
âyES!âÂ
so you two head for home and he promises that heâll cuddle you all day to keep you warm
which is what you wanted in the first place ;)Â
diluc
diluc doesnât get cold
not because of where heâs from or anything
but because pyro visionÂ
~natural body heat~Â
and unlike childe he would actually notice you withering away in the snowÂ
ây/n, are you alright?âÂ
âhuh? yeah yeah im fine just a bit coldâÂ
suddenly you are being cuddledÂ
âdiluc??âÂ
âyes?âÂ
âyouâre hugging me?âÂ
he doesnât usually initiate pda often so it was a surprise
âyou said you were cold. iâm simply warming you up.âÂ
you lean into his hug and notice that heâs actually really warm
like so warm you get sleepy
youâre so sleepy now that you think about it
and bonk
congrats dear reader
you have fallen asleep in dilucâs arms
he continues to talk on about ventiâs drinking problem and how annoying kaeya is
he looks down and notices you sweetly dozing off in his embrace
and heâs so lucky to have you isnât he
he smiles softly and sweeps you into his arms
carries you bridal style upstairsÂ
heâs about to tuck you into your bed when your arms begin to tightly wrap around his shoulders
almost like you dont want to let goÂ
âdarling, itâs more comfortable in the bed,â he says quietly
ânoo...â your voice is muffled by his chest and you sound tiredÂ
he chuckles lightlyÂ
âjust lay down for a bit iâll be right with you in a minuteâÂ
youâre quiet, like youâre stopping to think
âif i lay down, will you cuddle with me?âÂ
diluc sighs
âyes iâll cuddle with you, just please lay down? for me?âÂ
and who are you to resist thatÂ
so you lay down and while itâs not as warm as him
its still really soft and you fall asleep in no time
he comes back to you sleeping, and not one to break his promises, he cuddles with you anywayÂ
at least youâre warm nowÂ
kaeyaÂ
believe it or not, kaeya actually does get cold
i mean yeah he has a cryo vision, but that just means he isnât affected by his own abilitiesÂ
or at least thats my headcanonÂ
anyways
if youâre shivering...he will not help you at first
no, first heâll tease you about it
like imagine you guys have a mission in dragonspine
âoh y/n~ did you fall for me so hard you got frostbite?â
âyouâre looking mighty chilled over there, need a hand?âÂ
you are this close to punching his arm
however because you want him to hug you and warm you up, you are going to stay on his good sideÂ
he might prolong the teasing for a while
and after that while, he may or may not let you hug him
if he goes on for a bit too long however, heâd feel badÂ
you arenât laughing at his jokes anymore because youâre so cold
you just want to stop and sleepÂ
your steps become slower and slower
your vision is getting blurrier by the second
and after a while you just stop moving
kaeya turns to look back at you bc he notices
ây/n?âÂ
and then in a total cliche moment you collapse out of pure exhaustion
like the gentleman he is, he catches you before you land face-first in the snow
and in his mind hes like shit i let this go on too long
so he carries you around, looking for a cave you can rest in until youâre feeling betterÂ
after maybe five minutes of searching he finds one
and he knows albedo is up here somewhere but he doesnât want to risk you being in the snow for too long
he starts a fire and tries to lay you down near it, but you arenât getting any warmer
so he puts you in his arms and just cuddles youÂ
the combination of body heat + fire is slowly warming you upÂ
and in about an hour youâre awake again
but you canât move, because his grip on you is very tight
âkaeya? where are we?âÂ
he slowly opens his eyesÂ
âoh, just a random cave in dragonspineâ he laughs a bit as he says it
then ofc he remembers youâve just woken up from collapsing and is like oh right serious time ok
âare you okay?â he asks and this time he has a hint of concern in his voice
âyeah, iâm fine. iâm warm now tooâ you say as the fire starts to die down a bit
kaeya moves his arm in front of you to shift the firewood a bitÂ
âiâm sorry for letting you get that coldâ he murmursÂ
you adjust your position so youâre facing his chestÂ
âitâs alright, at least i can finally get some cuddles this wayâÂ
you both continue to rest by the fire and decide youâll head back to mondstatd in the morning
albedo
because albedo is rather observant of most things
he notices your state right away
he immediately stops whatever he is doing and tends to you
âyouâre cold, arenât you?â he sits you on the table and feels your forehead
âalbedo, its not a feverâ you laugh.Â
âno, if it was a fever youâd be burning upâ he says matter-of-factlyÂ
he walks to the other side of the lab and grabs his coat
âhere, put this on.âÂ
you wrap the coat around yourself and start to get off the table
he rushes back and grabs your hands
theyâre cold (duh)Â
so then he thinks what can he do to make your hands warm
usually some mittens would do the trick
but he doesnt have any except for his own
wellÂ
heâll do what he has to
anything for youÂ
so he slides his gloves off and offers them to you
âput these on, your hands are probably freezingâÂ
when you hesitate (because arent his hands cold now? you dont want him to be cold) he takes the initative and takes your hands to put the gloves on
he stands back and says âthere. tell me if you get colder, okay?â
and tries to hide his flustered face because
you look so cute in his gloves!!!Â
theyâre his gloves and youâre wearing them !Â
he turns back to his work for a bitÂ
after maybe half an hour he looks backÂ
and you arenât sitting on the table anymore??Â
he looks around
you arenât anywhere??Â
thats not good
not good at all
he makes his way outside and doesnât see you there eitherÂ
ây/n?â he calls out into the snowÂ
unknowingly to him, you had headed out about ten minutes after he turned aroundÂ
you went to go search for some starsilver, as you heard him muttering about it under his breathÂ
you were happily heading back to the lab, arms full of the stuff, when you heard someone shout in surprise
it sounded like albedoÂ
something must have happened to one of his experiments
you quickly hurried towards the lab only to find
nothing?? not even the man himself
there were footsteps in the snow leading away from the room, but you couldnât be sure if it was yours or his
you decide to wait for him to come back, and set the starsilver near his workspace
after a while, he comes back in, looking stressed and worried
âalbedo?â he looks up and breathes in reliefÂ
âwhere were you, i came back and- mMf!â he rushes towards you and wraps you in a tight hug
âplease donât do that againâ he says
âi got you some starsilver..â
he breaks the hug and looks back at his desk
âyou went to get starsilver...for me?âÂ
you bury your face in his neckÂ
âyeah..i heard you muttering about it so i thought you needed some. it was colder out there than i thought, thoughâÂ
he pats your back soothingly, rubbing his hand in circles around your shoulderÂ
âletâs start a fire, thatâll warm us both upâÂ
a/n: hi! wooh my first headcanon :) sorry if it was a little long, and i know some were a bit angsty and im honestly sorry about that! albedoâs got away from me sdkhjf but i hope you enjoy! and feel free to request a fic if youâd like :)
#albedo x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#childe x reader#albedo x y/n#diluc x y/n#kaeya x y/n#childe x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin imagine#genshin story#genshin stuff#genshin impact x reader#kit.writings
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carolina (spencer reid/reader
Title: Carolina
Request: no, but it was written for @spencerreidbingoâ
Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader
Category: smut/angst, with a tiny bit of fluff
Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (praise kink, mild-innocence kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral (male & female), penetrative sex, unprotected sex/cream pie, grinding/petting, hairpulling, breathplay, multiple orgasms, possessive kink, orgasm denial), partying, drinking, swearing, large age gap (between two consenting adults), professor/student, post prison!reid, quick mentions of drinks being drugged (but not actually happening) (if I missed anything, please let me know)
Word Count: 9,064
Summary: Spencer thinks his peer is innocent. But little does he not, sheâs not as innocent as he thinks.
A/N: itâs based on carolina by harry styles, bc im a sucker for a good harry song. This was written for @spencerreidbingoâ (iâll have a separate post with more about that). this takes up the breathplay square on my card (pictured below). This is also the first time im writing a blowjob scene, so im really sorry if itâs not good. i also didnât have a beta for this, so im kinda blindly posting this. and, lastly, this is a lot longer than i intended. i didnât mean for it to get this long⌠itâs just a bunch of words my brain wouldnât stop saying until i wrote it... i seriously hope you all enjoy this. thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!
~*~* THIS DOES CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! *~*~
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I kept my eyes low as I stepped into the lecture hall 5 minutes before anyone else. The professor was writing something on the chalkboard, so his back was facing the room.Â
âUh, hello,â I spoked, stepping closer to his desk. He jumped slightly and dropped his chalk at the sound of my voice. I would have expected him to know students would be showing up earlier, considering it was the start of a new semester. And, I honestly would have assumed he was told a new student was coming. Thatâs not my job.Â
âOh, sorry,â he turned around to face me. I smiled softly, watching
as he bent down to pick up the chalk. I cocked my head to the side, watching his backside as he stood back up. He pushed his hair away from his face. âYou must be the new transfer,â he asked, resting the chalk on his desk, beside a pile of pens.
âYep. Thatâs meâŚâ I smiled, looking up at his face, keeping myself from further checking him out. I quickly offered my hand and gave him my name. âI know Iâm early. I figured Iâd get the syllabus from you now instead of after class,â I nodded as I adjusted my grip on my bag. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my face and then down my body, and that moment felt like an eternity. I shouldnât be mad or frustrated with him. I basically did the same thing to him moments ago.
 I cleared my throat to get his attention once again. âThe, uh⌠The syllabus?â I asked as my smile faltered slightly. He looked at me before looking at the pile of papers on his desk before quickly moving.
âRight, right, sorry,â he muttered as he began shuffling through the piles of paper on his desk. âUm, here you are,â he looked back up at me as he handed me a small packet. I looked at it for a moment before looking back up at the teacher.
âPerfect, thank you,â I spoke, my words kind of lingering because he never actually gave me his name.Â
âRight, sorry, Spencer. Spencer Reid. I wonât be a drill sergeant about the whole Mr., Dr., Professor. You can call me whatever you want,â he smiled as he placed his hands on the back of his chair. I held back my laughter and the wildly inappropriate joke that I wanted to make.
âWell, Professor Reid,â I smiled as I looked down at my watch, âI better go find a seat before your class starts. I canât wait to be in your class,â I looked up at him before turning to find a spot. When I sat down, Spencer looked at me with a smile, before going back to writing on the chalkboard.Â
I quickly and quietly pulled out my books and pens as the other people in the class filed in and took their seats. Spencer quickly finished writing on the board before turning around to greet the class. And, even as he spoke to the class, and looked around at each of the other students, his eyes always landed on me, lingering for a moment before going elsewhere.
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Five months. Five months into being in Spencer Reidâs class, and I have been suffering. Iâm not a new student anymore. But the only friendship Iâve made is with my fucking professor, and thereâs a certain level of tension between us. That tension was probably thanks to him staring at me during lectures, and me teasing him while he taught. It wasnât too bothersome, but I definitely wanted something to happen. Unfortunately for me, I donât think anything will happen.Â
So, can someone please tell me why I invited Spencer over to help me study for a test? Itâs a stupid question too, that I already figured out the answer to⌠I even finished studying for the day, and Iâm going to a stupid party. Maybe I could get him to go with⌠And maybe, just maybe, something could happen.
I nearly jumped when there was a knock on the door. Itâs not that I forgot he was coming over. Itâs that I was so wrapped up in doing my makeup and forgot what time it was. My mascara almost smudged when I jumped back. Thank God it didnât smudge too terribly.Â
I grabbed my shirt off the counter and threw it on (not bothering to zip it), before running to the front door. I smoothed out my skirt before pulling the door open. And, there stood Spencer.Â
âHope Iâm not too late,â he looked down at me and smiled. Although, his smile didnât stay for too long when he saw what I was wearing. He wasnât disappointed though, no. He was⌠He clearly liked what he saw, Iâll just put it that way.
âOh! Thanks for coming over, but I actually figured it out. I shouldâve called you,â I looked up at Spencer as he stepped into my apartment. I struggled to zip the back of my blouse as I walked towards my room. I looked back over my shoulder and noted that Spencer was, indeed, still following me. âCan you zip me up,â I stopped in my tracks before giving up on zipping my blouse. It was a black crop top that paired well with the pale pink tennis skirt.Â
âWhere⌠Where exactly are you going tonight? Itâs a, uh, itâs a school night,â he asked as he lifted his hands. The cool metal of the zipper pressed against my back, causing a shiver to go through my spine.
âUh, thereâs this party,â I answered, stepping away from him and towards the bathroom, âThought Iâd go,â I looked at him in the mirror. Spencer looked around the bathroom, at the messy mess I had made on my counter. Different pallets of makeup and tools were strewn about, a varying amount of hair care products tossed here and there. It honestly looked like a bathroom of a pageant queen, and not a 20-something-year-old. In my defense, I had to dress to impress someone here in this stupid university.Â
âIs that, uh⌠Is that smart?â Spencer asked, leaning against the door jamb. I looked up at him as I put on some luxurious red lipstick. I smiled as I looked at him.
âI think it is,â I laughed as I picked up something else and turned to look at him, âYou wanna come? I wasnât invited,â I smiled wickedly as I looked at him. His face paled two shades as he looked at me. âOh, câmon, Professor, no one will know us there, and I can assure you, no one will even see us,â I looked up at him as I readjusted his tie. He looked down at me before swallowing roughly.Â
âI don-â
âI do need a designated driver,â I spoke before cutting him off. I walked past him and towards my room. Part of me wondered what he was thinking as I so rudely rushed past him, or cut him off, or whatever I was doing. I wished I could hear his thoughts. I wondered if they consisted of âThe mouth on that girl,â or, âI should punish her for the way sheâs acting,â or, my personal favorite, âI should put that mouth to good use,âÂ
âHow old are you again?â Spencer asked once I sat down on my bed. I looked up at him as I slipped my shoes on.
â22,â I smiled and stood up, âWhy, is that important?â I smiled as I grabbed my coat and purse.
âCouldnât remember,â he lied. We both knew he was lying. He even knew that too. Freaking walking computer is what he is. There's no way he conveniently forgot how old I was. âAre you going to be out late?â
âWhy? Itâs not like youâre my dad or anything?â I laughed, leading him back to the front door of the house. âI donât plan on being out too late. I know thereâs class tomorrow,â I shrugged as I walked towards his car.Â
We both stayed silent as he drove with the directions I was quietly giving him. I was pleasantly happy that we were both quiet, but what I hated was the sudden awkward sexual tension that was between us. If he didnât have this⌠domineering personality over me there probably wouldnât be this tension between us.
âAre you going to come with me?â I looked up at him as I unbuckled. He glanced over at me with slight disappointment in his eye. I felt a little bad, but I really wanted to go to this party, I wasnât going to let my professorâs disappointment stop me. âPlease,â I whispered. He sighed before unbuckling himself. I had to force myself to not verbally giggle with excitement before slipping out of the car. Spencer looked down at me as I twisted my hips to swish my skirt. I smiled as I entertained myself. I'm sure if I wasn't watching my skirt, I would have been staring at him, giving myself away.Â
âSteps,â Spencer muttered as we got closer to the porch. I looked up at him before looking towards the small staircase. I looked up at Spencer with a smile. He glanced back down at me, a worried crease in his brow. I looked down at my skirt and smoothed it out. I looked at the door as we stood close to it, I contemplated knocking.
 âSo, you werenât invited to this party?â Spencer asked, looking down at me. His voice stopped me from knocking. Instead, I looked up at him and smiled back up at him. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer from me. My smile grew playful as I looked back at the door, raising my fist to knock on it. âNo answer?â he asked, still waiting for my answer.
âOh, please, Professor Reid, I can get into the hottest parties in LA without an invitation,â I smiled at him. That was a little bit of an over-exaggeration. Most college parties I could get into. But not LA parties. Someday thoughâŚÂ
The door swung open, and we were instantly met with loud music blaring through a speaker somewhere in the house. Peopleâs voices and chatter carried all throughout the house, coming through the various rooms and clusters around. âAre you coming in to babysit me? Or, are you going to go back to your car to read the science of the mathematical phenomenon,â I looked up at him, offering my hand to him. I wasnât exactly sure if that was a real book or not, but I wouldnât put it past Spencer to read.Â
âIâm not babysitting you,â he corrected as he looked down at me with a disappointed look in his eye. I smiled and rolled my eyes.Â
âAre you going to come in and watch me drink and party and have fun, Professor�� Or, are you going to go back to your car and read your silly little book,â I looked down at my hand, silently telling him to take my hand and come in with me.Â
âI, uh, I donât think itâs exactly in the rules for a professor to party, let alone drink, with their students,â Spencer spoke before looking down at my hand. I dropped my shoulders and looked up at him.
âFine then⌠Suit yourself,â I turned around and basically skipped into the house, leaving the door open for him. I made my way towards the loud kitchen and grabbed for a cup and bottle of whatever booze was nearby. I blindly grabbed for a bottle of Grey Goose and dumped it into the cup, no mixer, no chaser.Â
âFirst off,â Spencerâs voice came from beside me. I looked up at him and took a long sip of vodka. âYou shouldnât be taking drinks from people at a party,â he spoke, taking the cup from me. I looked up at him, then the bottle and a new cup. I was only a little annoyed that he took my drink.Â
âI⌠Iâm young. Iâm not dumb,â I grabbed a new cup and poured more vodka. I looked up at him and offered him a sip. âI know not to drink something given to me by someone I donât know.â I scoffed before taking another long sip. I cringed a bit at how strong it was.
âEven then someone could slip something into a drink! Even if you did know them!â Spencer exclaimed, causing the surrounding people to turn and look at us. I dropped my shoulders as I looked up at him.Â
âIf you look around, Spencer, youâre the only person that I know. So unless youâre the one slipping something into my drink⌠And, as an FBI agent⌠I donât think you would,â I cocked my head to my shoulder. Spencer looked at me with a raised eyebrow. âYou have more to say,â I added before taking a sip of my drink.
"And, secondly, you're not as innocent as I had originally thought you were," he watched as I brought the cup of straight vodka to my lips. He looked rather unamused with my talent for drinking straight vodka.
"You thought I was innocent?" I asked, nearly sputtering the liquid with my laughter. "Please! I've never been innocent in my entire life!" I shouted over the music. He raised an eyebrow at my statement, and suddenly I had the greatest idea in the world. "But maybe, just for you, I'll be a good girl," I smiled before drinking the rest of my drink in one go. Spencer looked down at me, his lips pressed into a fine as he stared down at me. Ohh, that definitely awoken something in him. I bit back my smile with my offer. Innocent⌠He thinks Iâm innocent. Ha! I honestly donât remember the last time I was innocent. And, honestly, just for him⌠Iâd be an innocent, good, little girl for Spencer Reid any day, every day even. âI can be your good, innocent little girl,â I smiled at him and cocked my head.
"I don't⌠I don't think that'd be⌠appropriate," he spoke, his words very quiet. We both knew that even though it was inappropriate, we both wanted it. We both knew what we wanted to.Â
I glanced at him before pouring more drink for myself. "You should learn to pace yourself," he stated and changed the subject. He nervously looked at the bottle of vodka and then around the room at all the other people drinking. Or, he was just looking for a drink that wasnât booze. Did he actually want to keep me safe, or was I just overreading him?    Â
"It's a college party, Professor! I'm not going to pace myself!" I shouted just to get his attention back to me. His head shot back down to me. The level of concern on his face only made me feel a little bad, mostly because he was concerned for me. But, he should know⌠This is a college party. âDo you want some?â I asked, offering my drink to him again. I held it up to him, close to his lips. His face twisted up as soon as the scent of pure vodka hit his nose.
âNo, no thanks,â he held up at hand to block the cup from his face. I pouted before bringing it to my lips. âDo you usually come to parties,â he asked, his eyes darting around the room. Part of me wondered if he wanted to continue that question with âLike this?â But, I was too busy keeping my eyes on his face, rather than looking around the room like he was. Although, Iâm sure he was used to keeping an eye on his surroundings. Iâve never been too worried about it, I probably should⌠But hey, you only live once. Going to college parties with your 38-year-old professor, and drinking straight vodka, and not really caring about your surroundings proves my point of YOLO.
âIf I donât have class or anything to study for⌠Yep,â I looked up at him with a sneaky smile. The joke with that was his particular class had a test coming up soon, and I should be studying for it. He knew that too because he just announced the test this morning. Although, he did come to my home, to help me with said test. âBut, I wouldn't show up to his class hungover. Itâd disappoint him too much. And, heâd care too much about me to even focus on the rest of the class,â I spoke, answering the questions he was thinking. Itâs not like Iâve shown up to classes hungover before. Granted, Iâve never shown up to his class drunk or hungover. Mostly because I didnât want to disappoint him, and only him. Anyone and everyone else can go blow themselves.
âHow do you know that?â Spencer asked, looking back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I smiled and stepped closer to him. Â
âHow do I know what?â I cocked my head to my shoulder. I already knew what he meant by his question, but⌠I think teasing him and messing with him is fun. And, he knew that too.
âHow do you know that youâd disappoint him?â he looked down at me, pressing his chin to his chest to get a better look at me. His hands were away from me, even though I really wanted his hands anywhere on me. I looked over at my hand and the cup I held before bringing it to my lips. I took a long sip, trying to finish the contents in one go. I tossed the cup over my shoulder and looked up at him with a lazy smile.
âBecause being hungover, with the slight possibility of still being drunk, would totally disappoint him⌠And I would hate to disappoint him.â I whispered and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me with something in his eyes, and I loved the way he looked at me. âI told you, Professor, Iâd be a good girl for you,â I cocked my head to my shoulder and smiled, âAnd only for you,â
âYouâre drunk,â he pointed out an obvious fake statement. So, I cackled and shook my head.
âI had one drink,â I scoffed and waved off my in the air, âMost definitely not enough to get me drunk,â I flattened his tie out before gripping it tightly, âLike I said, I wouldnât want to disappoint you,â I smiled before dropping my hand from his tie, âSo, why would I show up to your class⌠HungoverâŚ? I know youâd care⌠And I know itâd disappoint you. Thatâs the last thing I want to do to you,â Â
Spencerâs adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. He quickly looked between me and the room, then back at me, then around the room. I faked a yawn before looking away from him.
âIâm gonna go to the bathroom, okay, Professor?â I smoothed out his jacket before turning and leaving him alone in the kitchen. I smiled as I skipped away from him, my skirt swishing with my movement. I secretly hoped heâd follow me. But, a quick glance over my shoulder told me he was still in the kitchen.
However, when I finished my business and left the bathroom, Spencer was leaning against the wall right beside the door. I looked up at him and smiled.Â
âFollow me,â he muttered, grasping my wrist and pulling me down the various halls and past multiple groups of people. I giggled the harder his grasp grew on me and the faster he moved. Iâm happy people were too busy with themselves to notice a 30-something-year-old man was dragging a 20-something-year-old girl down the hall, to which I can assume was one of the only open bedrooms. Fuck⌠I hope it's a bedroom.Â
He was a man on a mission. Not letting anyone get in his way. The smile that grew on my lips was pure excitement. I couldnât help it. Iâm sure weâre both getting what we wanted⌠I hope.
I let out an excited yelp when he shoved me into, exactly what I thought, an empty bedroom. Iâm surprised he knew that thereâd be an empty room. Most of them are occupied, with couples (or more) doing exactly what I hope weâre about to do. Which was fuck each other.
Spencer slammed the door shut, and quickly locked it before pushing me against it. I looked up at him and giggled like a fucking kid in a candy store. Again, I couldnât help it.Â
Spencer was quiet, which led me to be quiet. The air in between us quickly grew hot and tense and thick. I really wanted this to move faster, but I wanted him to be the one in charge. I was willing to let this be slow and let him be in charge. So, when he grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, I smiled so hard my cheeks began to hurt.
âTell me what you want,â Spencerâs voice was low and deep as he moved close to me. There was little to no space between us. Which left little to the imagination, for me anyway.Â
I looked up at him, with the biggest doe eyes I could muster, silently telling him that I wanted the most, in the entire world, was to be on my knees, with his hand tangled in my hair, and his cock down my throat, or to be fucked so hard that I wonât be able to sit properly for several days. But, I couldnât be that blunt. You gotta play up to that moment before you get it. Iâm sure in the end though, Iâll get both things.
I swallowed roughly, trying to think of what to say, because, like I said, I canât just be blunt yet. So, when I opened my mouth and words just came out, I was pleasantly surprised with what was said. âYouâre old enough to be my father, Professor,â I smiled at him as he pinned me against the door. He pressed his hips against mine to keep me against the surface. I could feel a large bulge against my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. âDoes that mean I get to call you daddy,â I whispered as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He is the one who said I could call him whatever I wanted⌠And he did just ask me what I wanted, and I guess I wanted to call him âDaddyâ. There was no guessing about him.
Okay, he wasn't exactly old enough to be my father. But he was a lot older than me. Most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with men 15 years older than them⌠and most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with their professor⌠I just wanted an excuse to call him 'Daddy'. And he knew that too. So, if we gave each other an excuse for that to happen, then that was all I needed.
I dropped my head to my shoulder to allow him to attack the space on my neck. He dragged his nose across my jawbone before stilling. His lips were just over my neck. As his breathing got heavier, it tickled across my skin.Â
âThat does have a nice ring to it,â Spencer hummed as he dropped my hands and stepped away from me. I swallowed roughly as I stared at him. I missed having his body pressed against mine, and he knew that.Â
I looked at him as I brought my hands to his belt. "I thought you said this wasn't appropriate, Daddy," I whispered as I quickly undid the belt buckle, without looking. I almost couldnât move fast enough to unbutton and zip his pants. If he wanted me to stop, he would have stopped me by now. âCan I?â I looked up at him, a plea in my eyes.
"You've changed my mind," he muttered, watching me with such close intent, âGod, please keep going,â he spoke like if I did stop now heâd probably die. I looked up at him as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He hissed as my fingers brushed against his cock. A small smile grew on my lips.Â
âDidnât take much convincing,â I smiled as my fingers wrapped around him. A small groan fell from his lips as I looked up at him. When I pulled my hand away from him not even a moment later, he looked down at me with an alarmed expression on his face. I quickly spat on my palm before sticking my hand down his pants. âDo you have any idea how long Iâve wanted this?â I whispered as I slowly stroked up and down his length. I couldnât believe it was actually happening.Â
âIâve wanted this since you stepped foot in my classroom,â his voice was low and gravely as he spoke. My breathing picked up a little bit as I looked up at him.Â
Okay⌠Maybe he did know how long Iâve wanted this. Because I also wanted this the second I stepped into his lecture hall. I wanted his cock in my hands and his hand around my throat. It only took-what, five months for this? Iâll make it worth the wait.Â
âDoes that feel good,â I whispered, carefully picking up speed and adding the slightest bit of pressure in my grip. Spencerâs eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed roughly and nodded. I smiled before pulling my hand away from him, again. I slowly lowered to my knees and kept my eyes on his face.Â
Spencer looked down at him as he gently pushed his fingers through my hair. His fingers gripping hard on my roots before pulling hard. I smiled before very slowly pulling down his slacks and boxers in one go. I was only a little bit intimidated by his size, but the excitement I felt went straight to my core.Â
I took a deep breath and swallowed roughly before looking up at him. My mouth fell open, and my tongue stuck out, silently telling him that it was okay. Although I donât really know why I was telling him that it was okay, we both knew what we wanted, and it was only going to take me doing one thing.
I made eye contact with him as I ran my tongue on the side of his cock. Our eye contact didnât last long, mostly because he let out a moan and dropped his head back. I smiled as I licked across his tip. A sweet and salty taste was on my tongue.Â
My jaw fell slack as I carefully took his length into my mouth. I closed my lips around him before slowly bobbing my head, with my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. I wrapped a hand around what wouldnât fit into my mouth. And wrapped my free arm around his leg for support.
The sounds of his moans and grunts filled the mostly quiet room. Music, although muffled through the walls and door, could still be heard from outside of our own world behind the door and four walls.
âYou were right,â he struggled to speak through groans, âYou arenât as innocent as I thought,â Spencer's hand had a rough hold in my hair as he held me against him. His cock was penetrating my throat, and breathing was beginning to get difficult. My eyes grew wet and tears grew in the corners of my eyes.Â
âYouâre such a good girl,â he looked down at me as the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wouldnât be surprised if my makeup started smudging and I looked like an adolescent raccoon. âYou look so pretty with my cock down your throat,â he struggled to let out a coo, before moving his hips closer to my face.Â
Everything about this moment, his hand in my hair, the sounds he was making, the way he smelled, being here⌠Was intoxicating. Iâd give anything to be in this moment again. And Iâd give anything to get this moment sooner.
 My knees would hate me in the morning, I just know it. I could already sense the dreaded carpet burn before he even started. But, in all honesty, itâd be worth it. Walking into class tomorrow morning, with bruises and day-old wounds on my knees, just to see his expression.
As I began to pick up pace, the sounds Spencer was making started to become more urgent, easily telling me he was close. But, before he could finish, I pulled away from him, crashing into the wall to get away from his grasp. He looked down at me with a mild frustration on his face. I smiled before wiping my chin clean of spit.Â
âI guess chivalry is dead. Whatever happened to ladies first?â I asked, my voice a rasp from how raw my throat was. I looked up at him, feeling a certain level of sass grow in my smile. Spencer quickly tucked himself back into his pants before grabbing my hand.Â
âCome on, on your feet,â he muttered as he pulled me back up to a standing position. I nearly toppled over into him if he didnât hold me upright. I looked up at him and smiled.Â
âBed⌠Now?â I whispered, my tone showing how urgent I was. Itâs not that I wanted this over with, it's that I wanted everything to happen to me all at once, and I wanted it to last for a long time.Â
Spencer nodded before cupping my face in his hands. He was harsh when he pressed his lips to mine, like his life depended on it, if he did kiss me now the world would end. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started guiding me towards the bed. And when the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs, he pushed me back onto it. I quickly moved so my head was resting on the pillows. Spencer was quick to take his cardigan off and be over me.Â
âYouâre not going to fail me, are you,â I joked as he quickly started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. He lifted his head and looked down at me with confusion on his face. âIf Iâm a bad fuck,â
âIf you ask that again, or bring up class while weâre doing this⌠Then yes,â he muttered as he looked at me. I laughed as I pushed my fingers through his hair.Â
âOh, shut up,â I laughed as I pulled him down to kiss him, again. One of his hands landed on top of my breast, carefully kneading it, causing me to moan into his mouth.Â
His hand slowly drifted away from my chest. I pressed my head into the pillow and looked up at him with a smirk. He carefully dragged his fingers up from my chest to the base of my neck, causing me to let out a shaky gasp. I wanted fingers and a hand around my neck, carefully cutting off my airway just right. Suddenly, I never wanted something so badly in my life. Something dark flashed in his eyes as he looked down at me like he knew what I was about to say.Â
âDo it⌠I fucking dare you,â I muttered, placing both my hands around his wrist. My nose twitched as I stared at him. âI said fucking do it,â I spat, pushing his hand down more onto my neck. My words slowly got cut off as the pressure in his hand and fingers tightened around my neck. A moan struggled to escape me, but did eventually fall from my lips. He seemed pretty happy with that.
âIs that good,â his voice was a growl. I looked at him and moaned.
âHarder,â I begged, my voice growing raspier the more I spoke. He smirked before allowing his grip to tighten. His other hand was still sitting on top of my hips, and I could tell where he wanted to put it. Iâd be a dirty, rotten liar if I didnât want his hand up my skirt. In fact, Iâd love it if he did more than just his hand.Â
Spencer swallowed roughly before finally sneaking a hand up my skirt and resting it on my underwear. My grip around his wrist got tighter as he pushed past my underwear and past my folds. My eyes fluttered closed as another moan was strangled in my throat.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he purred as he slowly moved a finger around my clit. I looked up at him, as I struggled to swallow roughly. A dark smirk grew on his lips as he watched me struggle for a moment. âDoes that feel good,â he asked, mildly mocking me from earlier. His movements picked up speed just a little bit, and my body reacted, well tried to react.Â
âOh, youâre such a good girl,â he looked down at me. His pupils were so blown I could nearly see my reflection in them. âAnother thing you were right about,â he whispered as he slipped a finger into my entrance, and curled it just right. My vision slowly blurred before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Another moan struggled to escape my throat as Spencer added a second finger.Â
My body was on autopilot as I lifted my hand and hit his wrist a few times, telling him that I desperately needed to breathe. When I reopened my eyes, I looked up at him a moment before he removed his hand from my neck. Worry and concern flashed in his eyes as I breathed. Air burned like fire in my lungs as I took a deep breath. As I exhaled a loud moan followed behind, easily telling Spencer and I that I had reached my first orgasm of the night. I just hope there will be more...Â
âYou did such a good job, Princess,â Spencer whispered as he looked down at me. With his free hand, he brushed the tears away from my cheeks. He carefully withdrew his hand from between my legs and held them up to his face. He looked at them for a moment before placing them in his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. I took a shaky breath and nodded.Â
He very sloppily pressed his lips to mine, then on the corner of my lips, and down my jaw, and neck. With one quick movement, a loud rip filled the room, as he tore my shirt off my body. I looked up at him with shock in my eyes. To be fair, that shirt was flimsy, to begin with. I was more worried about leaving my chest so exposed as we left the party.Â
âOh, Iâll give you my sweater,â Spencer muttered before attacking my neck and then down to my collarbones, and over my breasts. I gasped as he wrapped his lips around a nipple.
âMmm, Daddy,â I whimpered as I shifted under him. I brought my hands back up to his hair, tangling my fingers in the hairs on his neck. When he sensed that I was growing restless (even though he just started), he quickly left wet kisses down the rest of my body
âI like the way that sounds coming from your mouth,â he whispered once he was in between my legs. I looked down at him just as he looked up at me. âGood on your end for wearing such a short skirt,â he smiled before pressing his lips to my inner thigh. A shaky breath tumbled from my lips as I looked at him. âMakes for easier access,â he added before going higher up on my leg.
âYouâre not going fast enough,â I whined as he just kept kissing, or licking, or rubbing my inner thighs. It was honestly getting annoying. I kind of felt bad for him. Considering Iâve already cum once, and I got him close but didnât let him finish.Â
âIâm not going fast enough?â Spencer looked up at me. I shot him a scowl as I shifted slightly on the bed. Spencer looked back down the apex of my legs before looping two fingers around the band of my underwear. As soon as I lifted my hips, he pulled my underwear off my body and chucked them to the ground beside the bed. âHowâs this for fast enough,â he muttered, mostly to himself, before licking between my folds. A breath of air got caught in my lungs as my hands found their way to his hair, my fingers getting knotted up in his roots.Â
âMhm, Spencer,â I gasped, rolling my hips up at him. He hummed, sending vibrations straight to my core. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his back as my own back arched.Â
âOhh, Daddy, please donât stop,â I cried, pressing my head into the pillow beneath my head. My fingers pulled hard on his hair, pulling him closer to me. He hummed again as he pushed two fingers back into my entrance. My grip in his hair tightened, and I could feel my grip wanting to loosen.Â
My breathing picked up as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. And all I could say was his name, and the suddenly loved nickname I had for him. He seemed to appreciate my reaction too, because he worked faster. Messy and wet sounds, mixed with my breathy moans and calls of his name filled the room, and my end was near.Â
âFuck,â I shouted as I finally came undone. I could sense if I didnât pull him away, heâd keep going, and going till I couldnât take it anymore. And, honestly, that sounds great, but I think thatâs for next time. I wanted him in me now. âSpencer, Spencer,â I cried as I tried to pull his head away, but failed so hard.
âNuh huh,â he hummed, looking up at me. I took a deep breath and pressed my head into the pillow beneath me and threw an arm over my face. âPlease, Spencer,â I cried as I bucked my hips at him, âFuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy,â I moaned. He was going faster than before and was clearly trying to work me to the end faster too. It was hard to breathe, and speak because my words would just get stuck in my throat. Â
Although, when I did cum, again, for the third time tonight, Spencer did move away from my legs. He knelt between them, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. My body was shaking lightly as I tried to come down from my high.
âPlease,â I whispered, lifting a hand up, trying to reach for his tie. He looked down at me with a smile and raised an eyebrow.
âPlease what?â
âPlease, Daddy,â I furrowed my eyebrows as I spoke. I could feel my voice becoming a little whiney. Spencer moved so he was hovering over me, his fingers gently brushing hair away from my face.
âTell me what you want, Princess,â he whispered cupping my face in his hand. I looked up at his face, admiring his lips, and eyes, and nose, and the way his lips had a sheen from when he licked them clean and whatever was leftover from when he was eating me out.Â
âPlease fuck me, Daddy,â I begged, begged. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine for a moment. He sat up away from me to remove his sweater and shirt. My head was spinning from excitement, I didnât even notice that he was totally undressed.
Spencer was back between my legs, looking down at me like I truly belonged right here. Or, like I was his to fuck with. Either way it was a good feeling.Â
âReady?â He asked, his voice so low that I could hardly hear it over the bass of the loud music. I rapidly nodded my head, worried my answer was the wrong one. But it wasnât. I desperately wanted this. Needed. I needed this.Â
Spencer hovered over me before putting an opened mouth kiss on my lips. I could hardly breathe as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit and entrance. I could feel a moan getting caught in the middle of my throat, my body not being about to handle anymore teasing. Until, he very slowly pushed into me.
âOh, good girl,â he repeated. Those two words, constantly coming off his tongue. Making me feel good. The praise that I hadnât heard in such a long time, that I longed for. Part of me wondered if he knew I wanted it. âHas someone not been taking care of you?â he asked, looking down at me. I stared at him, not trusting my own voice. My mind was too distracted with the way I felt, light and airy but at the same time full. So I shook my head.
âNo, Daddy,â I whimpered and kept shaking my head. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine.Â
âDonât worry, Iâve got you now. Iâll take care of you,â he mumbled before moving his hips. It took him a moment to get a perfect rhythm. He lips attached to different spots on my neck, leaving hickies in his wake.
âSpencer,â I whispered as I moved my head closer to my shoulder to let him have more space.
âYou feel so good,â he grunted as he moved his hips so he was deeper in me, âYou feel so good, and youâre all mine,â he pressed his forehead to mine as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me closer up to him. My breathing got deep, my chest heaving with each breath I took. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to my face.Â
âOh, be quiet,â I whispered before putting my lips on his. He smiled before passing his tongue between my lips. A moan fell from my lips, which he seemed to enjoy⌠Considering it was probably just music to his ears.Â
âIâll only be quiet if you keep making those little noises,â he muttered against my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He smiled again as I knotted my fingers in the hair on the back of his head.Â
âFaster,â I breathed out, keeping my eyes on him. Spencer laughed lightly as he picked up the speed. My hips bucked with his, meeting at the right points. âPlease,â I whimpered as I threw my head back more into the pillow. He pulled his arm away from my back and brought his hand between our legs, where we met.Â
âItâs okay, Little Girl,â Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to the side of my face. I let out a shaky breah and arched my body into his. I couldnât believe how good I felt. I almost wasnât sure if it was fair that my professor was better in bed than other men my age. He was more experienced, to be fair. âYou can finish, itâs okay,â he kept his voice low. It almost sounded like he was giving me permission.
I nodded my head, breathing heavily through my nose. âMmm, Spencer,â I moaned, loudy, as my walls fluttered around him and my release came. And a few moments later, Spencer thrusted deep into me with a grunt, filling me with his essence. His body collapsed on top of me whence he finished.
âFuck,â I muttered, my fingers still tangled in his hair. My limbs were sore and shaking slightly from the rough movements. Spencer laughed lightly, agreeing with my statement. âWe canât sleep here,â I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ceiling above us. I wished we could just sleep here, mostly because I was exhausted after everything we did.
âI know,â Spencer replied as he slowly moved off and away from me. I looked up at him with wide eyes. âYouâre messy now,â he muttered as he basically tumbled off the bed. I quickly sat up, just to make sure he was okay. Although I was happy he was okay, I quickly regretted moving as fast as I did.Â
âYour sweater,â I mumbled, reaching out towards where his sweater was lying. He looked down at it before picking it up to hand to me. He also grabbed a fistful of tissues and moved to between my legs, again. âJust give me your boxers,â I looked at him as he wiped the insides of my thighs clean. He looked back up at me, still cleaning my legs.Â
âIâll give you a ride home,â he spoke as he tossed the dirty tissues to the trash. He grabbed his slacks and boxers, tossing me his boxers. I slipped them on under my skirt, and then slipped his sweater on.Â
âIâd hope so,â I whispered as I stood up. My body wobbled for a second, nearly falling over, before I caught my balance. Spencer looked back at me, looking at how fucked I looked. I mean, I probably looked about the same as him.Â
âIâd given you a ride home either way,â he said as he redressed. I looked at him with confusion on my face. Either way? So even if we hadnât had sex, he would have given me a ride. I asked him and he said yes. So I would hope heâd given me a ride, even if we didnât fuck.
Once we were both ready to leave this stupid party, that I didnât even enjoy (well, I did, I was just in a different world), or was even invited to, we walked out. It was as easy as pie. And, since no one really knew either of us were here, I wonât be known as the girl who fucked the professor.
The drive home was quiet. Like, even quieter than the drive here. He didnât even have the music playing. I wondered if it was my fault, if he was regretting what we had done. If I had known heâd be so regretful, I wouldnât have wanted to fuck him. But, I guess its too late now.Â
When I looked out the window, I realized we were parked outside my apartment building. I looked down at my attire and looked back at Spencer.
âThanks⌠Thanks for the ride⌠And thanks for the sweater. Iâll be sure to give it back to you⌠Eventually,â I looked up at Spencer as I pulled the door open to leave.
âSee you Thursday,â he nodded at me. I looked at him before slamming the door shut. I scoffed before turning to walk up to my home. I couldnât want to sleep.
{***}{***}{***}
Two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer and I fucked. Okay, not too bad. I donât regret it, and Iâm not afraid to say that. However, I think he might be regretting it. Considering heâd been nothing but ignoring me since the night of the par-Well, I wouldnât say ignoring me since then. He did fuck me in his office the following Thursday. But, itâs still been two weeks since he last said anything to me. Fuck, Iâve never been so mad.
âGood morning, Professor Reid,â I looked at him as I skipped into his lecture hall. I heard his words begin to greet me back, but fail when he saw what I was wearing. âBest get to my seat. Excited for todayâs lesson,â I readjusted the cardigan that hung off my shoulders before turning to go to my seat.Â
I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I walked away from him. Or, was he staring at my ass. Most likely my ass. It was my ass he was staring at. I was wearing a fairly short skirt, so thatâs on me. But, Iâd do anything to get his attention today. And it would appear I have gotten it.Â
His lesson wasnât actually anything important. It was just revision for the test coming up soon. But, it was obvious he had other things on his mind, and I was very clearly one of them. It was honestly a little distracting if Iâm going to be honest.
So, I was happy when he called the end of class 5 minutes early. Although that excitement was gone the second he called my name to the front to talk. I looked at the ground as I stood by his desk, waiting for the very last person to leave so Spencer and I could have our moment alone.
âWhat are you doing wearing that?â Spencer asked as soon as it was just us. I tried to ignore the fact that he was trying to take the sweater off me, and made my shoulders drop.
âWhat? This old thing?â I asked, pulling the cardigan that he let me wear around my body. I looked back at him and smiled. He was not smiling. âYou gave it to me,â I scoffed, letting him take it off me without a fight. I watched as he folded it over the back of the chair before turning to face me.Â
âI gave it to you so your,â his words began to get jumbled up as he gestured to my boobs, âSo you werenât exposed in front of any-â
âSo no one would see what belonged to you?â I asked, folding my arms over my chest. Spencer looked down at me, a flabbergasted look on his face. I smiled and cocked my head to my shoulder.
âI⌠I never said that,â Spencer shook his head.
âYeah, but you thought it,â I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Spencer looked down at me. I could tell that he was trying to be the one in charge, kinda like how he was the other night. But it was so, so clear that he couldnât be in charge. That he wouldnât be in charge now. That this was just embarrassing to him. Maybe thatâs just how our dynamic would work. Out in public, I was the loud one, the one who made everyone think that I was in charge in the bedroom. And, Spencer, in public, was the quiet, shy, nervous one, who was clearly submissive in bed. But in actuality, he was telling me what to do, when and when I canât cum.
 âWhy were you wearing that?â he asked again, his voice pulling me from my very dirty thoughts. I looked up at him and smiled.
âBecause you were ignoring me! I needed to get your attention somehow! And then I remembered I still had that,â I smiled at him. I wished I still had his sweater on, because it was actually quite cozy and warm. The look he gave me made me drop my shoulders, suddenly feeling ashamed about the current situation. So, I stared at him, feeling annoyed. More annoyed than I have over the last two weeks. âDo you regret it?â I finally asked, not really knowing if heâd be mad with my question.Â
âPardon me?â He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. I shook my head and looked down at the ground. âItâs not that I regret it-â
âSo you do,â I looked back up at him and dropped my shoulders again. Before Spencer got the chance to say anything, I cut him off, âOh please, you loved shoving your tongue, and cock, down my throat,â I scoffed before looking at him. The expression on his face flinched slightly as he looked back at me from behind the desk. âI get to⌠I get to be your good, little girl, your princess for, what, a week? A day? 12 hours? Whenever the fuck you want... And Iâm supposed to go back to normal life the next day? And⌠And pretend that nothing happened!â I stared at him and shook my head. Spencer looked over at the door and back at me. âThinking itâll never happen again!â I shouted. I didnât mean to shout, honest. But I was starting to get angry. He made me feel something like I belonged to someone. And now I donât feel like that.Â
âWill you stop talking for a second,â he muttered before stepping away from me and his desk. He walked over to the door and shut it. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as he walked back over to me. âI never said you had to pretend as if nothing happened. And I never said that I regret it,â he spoke in a harsh whisper. I looked at him with mild irritation on my face.
âIt sure fucking felt like it,â I spat at him.Â
âYouâre all I think about⌠Christ, Iâve been trying to figure out how to tell you that. I never said you had to forget everything⌠Because Iâve been having a hard time forgetting it myself.â He looked up at me. I almost refused to look at him, but his voice was so soft that I had to look at him. âI never expected you to forget,â he added.Â
âThen why are you acting like it didnât happen,â I stared at him before swallowing roughly, âYou made me feel like I was wanted, that I belonged somewhere, with someone,â I spoke as I stepped closer to him. It was only a little bit closer to him, not as much as I wanted. But he stepped closer to me, making it so we were the closest we had been all day, in one large step. "You remind me of home," I added in a whisper. Spencer smiled and cocked his head to his shoulder.
âYou do belong somewhere,â he whispered, resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling my heart pick up speed, and butterflies appear in my tummy. âAnd that somewhere is with me,â he brought at hand to my cheek, allowing his thumb to rest on my lower lip. I looked up at him before he pressed his lips to mine.Â
I was honestly expecting him to say something else. I donât know what. But I liked what he said, it made me feel really good. Like, I belonged with him, and nothing could change that.
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Kate Schmidt/female reader
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dude i have literally no ideas but queer!kate bc im attached to her and im fruity đŠ
(sorry this took so long I hope u enjoy!!)
The second Kate passed you the cheerleading outfit, your mind fell into a blissful daze. Briefly, your hands grazed against each other.Â
Your pink, increasingly red cheeks didnât go unnoticed to Kate. Her soft smile made yours only grow, until there is a cough from Simon across the room, smirking at the two of you.Â
âEat shit,â Kate growls, promptly showing her middle finger to him as you stand there, amused. âSorry, Y/N. Feel free to change in the bathroom, let me know if you need any help and I'll come find you.âÂ
She smiles, before walking away to Simon.Â
You stand there for a moment, watching her, before rushing away to the female bathroom as directed. You laid your backpack on the closed toilet seat, before stripping down your clothes and easily sliding into the blue costume. It hugged your body in a way you hoped Kateâs eyes would stay on you.Â
After shoving your previously worn clothes into your backpack, you walked out of the stall and stared in the mirror. The zip at the back wasnât closed, your pink bra underneath revealed to the other girls scattered around the bathroom. Girls who were too busy smoking, vaping or purely gossiping to notice you were asking for help.Â
You sigh, throw your coat on over the outfit, before walking towards the gym once again. This time, all eyes on you. All mouths motioning your name.Â
âKate?â You call out quietly.Â
Suddenly, the dark-haired girl jumped out from behind the bleachers, Simon following behind her. She gives you a smile and rushes towards you.Â
âYou look great!â She beams, âHave you zipped up?âÂ
âNo, I...â Your face went pink, âNone of the girls in the bathroom would help me so I just came back here - is that okay? Iâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât apologise, Y/N.âÂ
âOkay...âÂ
You drop your bag and coat onto the ground, before facing the opposite way from Kate. Your eyes are shut. One of her hands rest on your hip, pulling the outfit down and she uses the other hand to push up the zip.Â
Once ready, she spins you around and places her hands on your shoulders, your faces just inches apart.Â
Kate senses your anxiety, and lowers her arms, âEverything will be okay. Are you nervous about starting cheerleading? Itâs really not overly complex.âÂ
âNo, Iâm nervous about you..do you think people will judge me?â You end up saying, before covering your embarrassed face. Standing close to you, was Kate. The girl youâve adored admired for months on end, and you were expressing your concerns about getting bullied.Â
Unexpectedly, Kate didnât laugh. Instead, she wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her chin on your shoulder. âNobody will judge me when I'm with you. if they do, Iâll murder them.âÂ
You laugh, âYou would murder them for me?âÂ
âOf course. I would do anything for one of my cheerleaders - weâre like a family now,â Kate pulls away enough for your faces to meet, her hands are still resting on your waist as she smiles at you, âAnd for the record, I doubt anyone would talk bad about you wearing that. Seriously, youâre making me question myself right now - you look beautiful, Y/N.âÂ
The bell rang, and you internally thanked it. You and Kate parted ways after sharing one last hug, you couldn't find the words to say anything else. Looking down, you could see your hands were shaking nervously. You take a deep breath - maybe two - before walking in the direction of your next class.Â
Everyone was wrong. Kate was seen as heartless, but you knew that was far from the truth. At your audition, when you accidentally tripped over, Kate helped you remain focused and you finished without a second mistake. She helped you with your outfit, made you smile and complimented you so much your knees literally went weak.Â
Sitting in geometry, you could see Kate a few rows away. Apparently you shared more classes then you originally thought. Between you sat Deena, who was too preoccupied scribbling notes and sketches back and forth with Sam to notice anything else occurring during the class.Â
They came out as a couple the previous year. You almost cried when it happened - because someone was like you. And if Kate stayed friends with them before and after, she had to support that, right?Â
Possibly even be apart of that community, you thought to yourself.Â
âY/N,â Kate whispered from her desk, she passed Deena a note, which Deena gave to you with a smirk.Â
Your face heats up as you open the note, reading âbleachers. 7 - Kate <3â˛Â
The butterflies in your stomach grow when you look up and see her blowing you a kiss. From the back of your mind you wondered if she was simply being a tease - that she somehow found out about your secret crush and enjoyed pushing you around. Except, her sincere smile made you remember this was Kate, she isnât a bad person. Sheâs beautiful and smells like sweet lemons.Â
So, you gave her a nod, wordlessly agreeing you would be there.Â
-Â
You sat on the bench while the cheerleaders danced. Considering it was only your first day - you decided against participating in the big game. Primarily because you were scared of humiliation, but also because you wanted everything to go perfectly for Kate.Â
The game is still in progress, twenty minutes remain and youâre sitting under the bleaches as directed, a warm hot chocolate resting in your palms.Â
itâs 7:06 and zero sign of Kate.Â
Embarrassment infused you when you saw another couple making themselves comfortable metres away, practically dry-humping each other as you sat and drank your warm drink. You decided to wait a few more minutes before you left, when it reaches 7:15 you promised yourself to walk away.Â
And by the time 7:15 reached, you were walking out of the bleaches with tears filling up your eyes - she led you on because she had the advantage.Â
âY/N?â A voice, one defiently belonging to Kate called out.Â
You looked around and saw her, âWhat?âÂ
As a disguise, she wore an oversized jumper, a cap and baggy pants. You barely noticed it was her - but by looking at her pretty smile, it was obvious.Â
âIâm sorry I was late, coach was upset,â She walked closer towards you, and sat down on the ground, patting the spot beside her, âAnd I was getting changed into these clothes...I didnât want anyone to see me.âÂ
âWhy?â You ask, âAre you...embarrassed of me? Are you embarrassed to be friends with me?âÂ
Kate tilts her head and frowns, âYou know thatâs not it. Iâm not embarrassed of you, Y/N. Iâm...embarrassed of myself. Everybody knows people only come down here to be with the person they like.âÂ
You stay quiet.Â
She continues, âAnd I like you...I barely know you, but I've seen you. In class, you're always so observant and smart. And when you got nervous talking to me I realised that maybe you're like me - so I made my move. And I showed up late, which I'm sorry for, but I just...I like you a lot.âÂ
âDo you really?â You smile softly, âBecause I like you - a lot - but I donât want to say anything in case this is some sick prank.âÂ
Instead of responding, Kate holds the back of your head with her hand and pushes your lips together. Itâs soft, unlike the last few guys you've kissed, Kateâs lips weren't chapped or picked at. They're smooth and taste like cherry lip gloss, which she undoubtably uses.Â
Kate pulls away, âI'm not interested in girls.âÂ
You frown, âThen why are you kissing me? Didn't you just confess?âÂ
Kate smiles, and tucks a loose strand of her behind her ear, âI did, and I like you. Iâm not...interested in labelling myself. Iâm giving you a warning, Iâm not ready for this - for us - to be public. So, if youâre not interested in being a secret for however long...tell me now.âÂ
Despite how often you've dreamt about walking down the hallway with Kateâs hand holding your own - you remember what itâs like to be afraid of judgement. So, you press one last kiss to her cheek, âI would love to be your secret.âÂ
âYou would?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
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Ask Answers: January 28th, 2021 (Part 1)
And weâre back with many more ask answers! Thank you for waiting.
Is lizzie/the main character tripping over a rock a random event in barbecue? or does it require certain choices? i picked the same choices in multiple different playthroughs but ended up with three different outcomes (1. nothing happens 2. liz trips 3. i trip)
Yep! Itâs completely random. Just a little moment of life you donât have control over, haha.
wait just double checking you stated that derek would be another romantic interest you can pursue in step 4 right??? im just asking cuz hes my fav characterÂ
oh wait and btw i was the one that asked the question about derek being in the step 4 just now, and will you have to pay extra for like a dlc or something bc i play the free version rn and i just wanted to check!!Â
Yeah, you will eventually be able to romance him, but unfortunately it is a paid DLC. Cove is the only love interest whoâs entirely free-to-play. You can follow our social media for when we giveaways for a chance to win a key for it, though.
i know that yâall said the step 3 dlc and step 4 will be released early 2021, is there any update to that? for example, a rough amount of days/weeks until release? no pressure at all, iâm super excited!! <3Â
The Step 3 DLC will be about in maybe two-two and half months or so. Step 4, weâre not entirely sure. Maybe a few months after the Step 3. We donât want to give set dates until weâre really close to the release since otherwise we wouldnât be able to 100% guarantee them.
First off love the game. Second I'm a little confused on how the nsfw dlc is gonna work. Because based on some stuff you've said it sounds like a patreon only thing and others make me think it could be an itch/steam thing after the fact? Would you mind clarifying for me đ
. Also if it's a patreon only thing do you need to become one before it's released?Â
Itâs not going to be on Steam/Itch. The actual game of Our Life is safe for teens with no adult content. Any 18+ stuff weâre releasing is separate bonus content. Right now the only for sure plan is having it available through Patreon. If thereâs another hosting site thatâs not Steam or Itch thatâd be easier for people than Patreon we might consider uploading it there too, but nothing else is set.
If you want the bonus Moment youâd have to join once itâs already out or sometime after the release. Joining now would get you our current rewards, but wouldnât get you future content thatâs coming later.
this is probably an awkward question and i apologize, feel free not to answer, but i just wanted to address the elephant in the room....will step 4 acknowledge covid/2020 world events?? i kind of hope not bc i'd like to just exist in a fictional version of the world where things are happy in this quaint seaside town and the world isn't falling apart, but i'd understand if there are some references to it. just thought i'd ask so i can Prepare if that makes sense
Step 4 isnât going to include Covid or even reference it. When we set Step 4 in that year we definitely didnât know thereâd be a global pandemic during it. Itâs too late to move the timeframe earlier or later, but weâre not going to make Step 4 stressful for anyone because the real world became so much more stressful. The universe of Our Life will just be an even more idealized place than it was before.
hiiiii! i'm really sorry if this is a bother. i was just curious if cove has a canon setting for each step, like is it canon that he stays candid the whole game and is super sporty for instance and the rest are variations? thank you for your time!
None of those settings are canon. Theyâre all equally valid.
I love the game and Cove so much that I ended up spending most of the holidays playing it. Definitely worth it! Idk if you're taking suggestions/criticisms, but I chose the peach skin tone and seeing it written as "my peach skin" in the game broke immersion for me because I kept thinking it was referring to the fruit instead of my skin color. I think that skin color is most commonly referred to as "fair" but "peachy" or "rosy" would work too if you're looking for a different wordÂ
Thank you for sharing your experience. Weâll change it to âpeachyâ in the next update!
So I accidentally overwrote a save file with a different one, is there any way I can recover that save?Â
Sadly, there isnât. Not unless you had a backup of the actual save file files in a separate location you can get. Iâm really sorry. You can try using the skip feature to quickly speed through the game and get back to where you were though.
Do you try to maintain the color scheme for the clothing throughout the years in Our Life?Â
Yes, though in hindsight not as much as I wished I did, haha. It couldâve been a little more cohesive. It was a bit too broad in my opinion.
I noticed that Cliff mentions he wasnât much older than Cove before finding out he was going to be a father when he finds MC in bed with Cove during Part 3 so doesnât that Cliff and Kyra were teenage/young parents?Â
Yeah, Cliff was nineteen and Kyra was eighteen when Cove was born. They were just a couple of kids.
Does Cove have a favourite holiday?Â
It changes depending on the year. Around Step 1 heâs not a huge fan of a lot of holidays because heâs not together with his whole family for them. But once heâs older and Kyra comes around more, he starts appreciating major family holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas more than other holidays because he knows how it feels not to have that. Though summer vacation is of course his most favorite all the time, if that counts as a âholidayâ.
I tried to join your patreon but I canât seem to? The website keeps saying something went wrong and to try again.Â
Iâm sorry youâre having trouble! I think contacting Patreon support would probably be the best option if the joining process itself is having issues.
How much is it to become a part of your Patreon? I donât have a lot of money currently but would love to help you out more than just buying the games and dlcs.Â
Aw, I appreciate you wanting to support but the Patreon is really optional. You donât need to push yourself to join if you donât have extra funds for it. To still answer the question, the tiers are $1, $5, $10, $15, and $20 in USD. Each come with different perks.
I had this idea for a future daughter for the MC and Cove being named "Poppy", after the flowers on their hill~
Thatâs a really sweet idea! Iâm sure Cove would be a fan.
So if you don't mind me asking, how do you get Cove to propose to you in Step 4 and not the other way around?Â
Iâm afraid thatâd be too big of a spoiler to give away before the epilogueâs release, at least in terms of specifics. Generally youâll just have to be patient and try not to propose first, haha.
will we get to move in with cove in step 4 đŽ?? or is that a secretÂ
You can be living together with Cove in Step 4! Though you wouldnât get to see the place itself. Thatâs up to your imagination.
Is it bad that I'm completely in love with Cove's dad... What I gotta pay to romance Cliff đ (I don't mean as Jamie because that would be wack)Â
Thatâll cost one million 20 twenty dollar bills, haha. Iâm really glad you like him, though sadly we arenât able to make a separate game where you can romance Cliff. I wish we had enough time to make tons of new scenes/extra stories in the Our Life world, but it just takes too long. Maybe people will make fanworks about it.
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You know what I want?
For Crusade!Era Joe x Nicky to just magically show up in 2020. But this is, like, the Yusuf and Nicolo who had just started travelling together a couple of years ago, because they had nowhere to go.
Anyway so cue them watching with all levels of shock as their modern counterparts turn out to be a fucking couple?? Like??
And THEN we get scenes like the following:
-Yusuf calling Nicky all names under the sun, and saying Joe is disgusting for laying with that filthy invader. Sprinkle that with insults towards Nicolo, with little details of things Joe remember Nicky used to do. Cue Joe shoving Yusuf against a wall at some point, âYou are a child. Nicky is a better man that you could ever dream to be. And if you insult him in my presence again, Iâll dump your body in bottom of the Thames.â
-Yusuf realizing that Nicky can understand him and speaks Arabic fluently, when heâs in the middle of muttering curses under his breath and Nicky casually replies to him.
-Nicolo, who had spent the past year filled with guilt re: the crusades, goes to Joe and they have a heart to heart and Nicolo cries and begs for forgiveness. Joe just holds him and says he understands. That he forgave him a long time ago. Nicky, who had come to fetch Joe for dinner, looks at them with a mixture of sadness and relief; he remembers going through that.
-Nicolo going to Nicky and talking about all his catholic guilt. Nicky telling him âI canât tell you what to believe. But I believe in nothing but the love I feel for my family, and the love I have for Joe.â
-Yusuf telling Joe he has a weird accent. Joe saying âIâm speaking your language to you out of courtesy.â And then he just immediately switches to the Arabic/Ligurian dialect that he and Nicky use for each other, and refuses to switch back for the rest of the night. This leaves Nicolo and Yusuf to talk to each other, instead.
-Nicky cooks one of Joeâs favourite foods, which is Yusufâs favourite. Yusuf admits, only to himself and in his head, that that is the best heâs ever had. He eats seconds and thirds. Joe eyes him with a smug smile and he just walks away in a huff.
-Joe and Nicky are in bed, talking. Joe tells him that he canât stand Yusuf. âHeâs so righteous. He thinks he knows everything. I remember that rage, I remember how cruel I was to you for so many years. Long after you stopped being cruel to me. Long after you tried your best to offer olive branch after olive branch. I just- I hate him. I hate that I hurt you so much, for so long.â And they cry and hold each other and thank the universe for who they are now. Nicky asks him to have some empathy for the man he used to be. Yusuf had lost his brothers, his family, everything heâd ever known, because of men like Nicolo. Nicolo had chosen to take up the cross and go and invade a foreign land. Yusufâs hate was justified, and it would eventually come to an end. They cannot undo the past.
-Yusuf feels- resentment? Anger? Jealousy? Because he seems to be the odd man out. Because Joe is so kind to Nicolo, and Nicolo acts like heâs trying so hard to please Joe in return. Nicolo did that sometimes, with him. Tried to offer a truce. But Yusuf had no interest in taking Frank scum as a friend. He doesnât know why it bothers him to see them like that. He doesnât know why it bothers him that Nicky doesnât try to engage him. He wishes he would, so he could yell back. Nicoloâs Arabic rivals that of a child. Itâs hard to argue and yell at someone who canât understand you. Nicky would understand him, though. He could tell Nicky in fine detail, exactly why he hates him so much.
-Nicky is cooking again, and Yusuf quietly sits and watches. Nicky doesnât comment on it, but asks him to pass the salt, if you could.
-They read in the same room, all four of them. Joe and Nicky have no shame in lying piled on top of each other. Yusuf engages in some nice hate watching, and Nicolo is just overall uncomfortable. They leave the couple alone and share a few words in the kitchen, bonding over the strangeness of it all.
-Sparring turns into a blood bath. Itâs just a lesson in sword fighting at first. With Yusuf and Nicolo genuinely interested in learning from men of such skill. And then it turns into Joe going way too hard on Yusuf after he (maybe) accidentally hurts Nicolo. After a snide comment or two (bc Yusuf has a death wish aparently) Joe loses his patience and attacks him. Nicky is the one that gets in between the two and gets hurt defending Yusuf, which Joe feels terrible about. But afterwards, itâs Yusuf who comes to Nicky and offers a begrudging apology.
-Donât ask me how, but Yusuf or Nicolo or both get a glimpse of Joe and Nicky either having sex or starting to. If itâs on purpose or not, only I and god will ever know.
-After the sparring chaos, Yusuf and Nicky have a quiet truce where they cook together. One day, Yusuf speaks up. âI hate you,â he says and then he doesnât stop. He gets it all out. All his feelings and his anger and how dare you come to my people and slaughter them like animals and then ask me to sit by your side, eating dinner as if weâre brothers. And once heâs done, Nicky says âYouâre right.â And Yusuf deflates. Nicky tells him that the crusades were wrong, and that Yusuf is allowed his anger, and that Nicolo already knows he was wrong. It changes nothing, and yet it changes everything.
-Yusuf starts seeing Nicolo through the colours of Nickyâs words. He sees the guilt and the pain and the reluctance. He also sees the resignation. Nicolo expects nothing from Yusuf but harsh words; not only that but deep inside he feels they are deserved. And they are! But Yusuf didnât think he knew that. But he does. He does. And maybe-
-Itâs easier, somehow, to not be so cruel all the time. But it feels like betrayal in way. A betrayal to his people and his brothers. That heâd forget what the enemyâs done. That heâd see the enemy as anything other than the monsters who took what was not theirs. But itâs easier. Itâs easier to ask Nicky what that spice is called. And to correct Nicolo when he pronounces a word wrong. And to get him a glass of water when heâs gotten one for himself.
-Joe doesnât forgive him. Forgive him-? Joe doesnât like him, is the thing. But one day, Yusuf goes to him and they sit outside, and they drink wine, and Yusuf asks him how he could look his mother in her eyes, knowing that he was walking the earth arm in arm with one of the men who killed her sons. And Joe remembers thinking that. Joe thinks of Booker and betrayal and lying in bed with oneâs enemies. What Joe says is, âYou cannot change whatâs happened. You cannot die. Nicolo cannot die. You are bound to him, and he to you.â He pauses and looks directly at Yusuf. âAre you the same man you were yesterday? Have you never made mistakes? No one feels the guilt of the crusades as deeply as Nicolo does. You do not have to forgive him. But you need to let him show you that he can change. That he already has.â
-That night, Joe calls Booker. Itâs the first time theyâve spoken in a decade.
-Months go by, and Yusuf asks Nicky to teach him some Ligurian words. Nicky doesnât comment on the significance of it. He sits down, grabs a book, and reads to him.
-Itâs about s year since they had landed in the 21st century, and Yusuf comes to Joe with a request. And thatâs how Joe sits between the two of them, playing interpreter. Itâs the first real conversation that Nicolo and Yusuf have ever had. Their voices raise and at one point Yusuf gets up in anger, but he comes back and sits down and tries again.
-Nicoloâs Arabic becomes passable. He speaks to Joe extensively every day. Yusuf has to admit, itâs impressive. Yusuf knows all but a couple dozen phrases in Ligurian, but every time he speaks them, Nicolo stares at him with something quiet, intense.
-They donât mind the affections between Joe and Nicky anymore. Itâs become common place. If tension grows between Nicolo and Yusuf, neither speak of it. When Yusuf and Joe are alone, Joe is unbearably smug about it. He never says it, but Yusuf can read the expression on his own face.
-Joe and Nicky leave for a mission. Theyâll be gone a week. Nicolo and Yusuf now have the words to speak to each other and, without an audience, they do so freely. They argue a lot. Nicolo cries and Yusuf cries and they drink themselves into peace again. But like magnets, they find each other much as their counterparts have. Itâs messy and confusing, but it just- fits.
-Itâs almost as if Joe and Nicky had to be there to say goodbye. Because they come back, and they notice the shorter space between Yusuf and Nicolo. Nickyâs mouth twitches in one of his small smiles, but Joe just huffs a laugh and says something in his dialect that Yusuf cannot understand. And if they wait for Joe and Nicky to retire before they allow themselves to sit close to one another again, no one needs to know. And if they bring their cots together in the night, no one needs to know. But thatâs how they rise again, back to their home. And itâs bright out and itâs quiet, and thereâs no tv and no electric lights and no radio. And Yusuf and Nicolo know that the hard work starts now, but theyâre gonna be ok.
Ok fuck I accidental turned this into a compete fic outline and now IM ACTUALLY CONSIDERING WRITING IT fuck it was just suppose to be a head canon. Fuuuuuck.
#kaysanova#joe x nicky#immortal husbands#the old guard#tog#my fics#Jesus fuck#now I wanna write this#also I fucking love time travel#and amnesia fics#and multiverse fics#for this exact reason#I just love chars confronting their own future#fbskrjfbrjfjekfnrjrj
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Mistletoe | J.M.
a/n: i suck at writing. the only thing im good at is procrastinating my procrastination so send help pls :/ this fic was supposed to be up before Christmas but i just finished writing it today and iâm not even proud of it :â) anyways, happy reading and be sure to tell me what you think in the end <3
summary: all you wanted to do was kiss your boyfriend under the mistletoe, but things didnât work out as planned.
warning: secondhand embarrassment, fluff & some mildly suggestive themes in the end bc i couldnât help it lmao
word count: 2407
âAnd thatâs what I call a perfect plan,â Emily threw her arms up in the air excitedly, thankfully not getting the attention of anyone else in the cafe. She had just finished explaining the details of her stupid plan to make your boyfriend finally kiss you that was admittedly not so stupid after you ran through the whole thing once again in your head. Whatâs the worst possible outcome of her plan? Him hating you forevermore? You highly doubt thatâd happen so maybe this plan was actually worth a try after all.
âDo you think this is a good idea though, I mean I donât wanna come off as too needy or anything...â you rambled on nervously, your hands fidgeting with the hem of the beige sweater you were wearing.
âYou always overthink everything,â Emily landed a firm reassuring pat on your shoulder. âDonât worry. Itâll be completely fine. Couples kiss each other all the time! And itâs about time for that dip to do the same to you too.â
You and Jonah had been dating for quite a while now â nearly a month and a half to be exact â but you both had never kissed. His previous girlfriend had left him heavily scarred and this was your first romantic relationship with anyone, meaning that you were too inexperienced in this relationship department to know how it works, so of course both of you had agreed to take it slow. Donât get you wrong, he did shower you with affection all the time through other methods, mainly through intimate gestures but he didnât make a move to take it any further and you being the useless coward you were, you didnât even dare to initiate it either even though youâd gotten comfortable enough with Jonah to the point where you do want to kiss him. Very badly.
Now, you knew that each and every relationship was different and there was nothing wrong with not choosing to express oneâs love through something as absurd as kisses, but after Daniel accidentally let the fact that Jonah actually kissed his ex on their first date slip during one of your conversations with him, you started to wonder whether you were the problem. Were you not pretty enough? Not capable enough?
Your worsened insecurities didnât go unnoticed by your best friend, which was exactly why she dragged you out to a cafe that late autumn day to offer you her so-called âfoolproofâ plan that couldnât go wrong.
So when winter rolled around and it was time to put up Christmas decorations around your house, maybe it was because of the indescribable Christmas magic in the air, or maybe it was because of the delightful festive cheer, you eventually decided to follow her advice and hung a mistletoe above the door. Now all thereâs left was for you to greet him at the door, inconspicuously gaze at the mistletoe above you, say something along the lines of, âWow, I wonder how that mistletoe got there!â, and then hope heâd get the hint and was ready for a cute Christmas kiss â If he did go along with the plan, that is.
Which explained why here you were right now leaning against a wall of your living room, shifting your weight from one foot to another repeatedly while biting your nails as you stare intensely at the clock, trying your best to soothe the nerves in your stomach. You had just invited him over for dinner like usual and was now waiting for his arrival anxiously like something big was about to happen although you knew very well that a kiss was hardly considered that big of a deal.
The loud chime of the doorbell that sounded moments later disrupted your train of thought, startling you a little. You hurriedly smoothed your attire and took a deep breath to calm yourself down before making your way to answer the door. You flung open the front door with a cheeky smile plastered on your face.
âHey, ba....Corbyn?! What are you doing here?â Your voice raised a pitch in the end of your sentence from how shocked you were when you were greeted with the sight of Corbyn standing on your doorstep instead of your boyfriend whom you were expecting, your eyes widening in disbelief so much that you swore they almost popped out of your sockets.
âJust here to pass your present before I return to my hometown tomorrow for Christmas,â he answered, passing you the rectangular shaped present that was beautifully wrapped with vibrant Christmas-themed wrapping paper. Under normal circumstances, you wouldâve thanked him profusely and proceed with guessing excitedly about what he mightâve gotten you (because he is an amazing gift-giver) but this time was different. You had a mistletoe dangling from the ceiling above your head and your friend was not supposed to be here now. Out of all the times he couldâve passed you your present, he had chosen today to do it. Great.
âBut isnât that Jonahâs car?â You asked, pointing at the black Audi that was parked in your driveway, completely ignoring the present that was now in your hand.
Please donât see the mistletoe. Please donât see the mistletoe....
âNot even a thank you?â Corbyn cocked a brow but sighed and gave you a reply to your question when he realised you were scowling at him. âYeah, I caught a ride with him since weâre heading to the same place and he wants me to wash his car afterwards. This dumbass is too lazy to do anything by himself,â he explained and rolled his eyes.
âHeâs in the car now talking on the phone with our manager, so yeah,â he added, still not noticing the mistletoe, even when he looked up a little and scratched the back of his head. Luck was definitely on your side today.
âAnd I bet you have tons to pack for your trip tomorrow, donât you? So you better hurry home and get ready,â this was the best excuse you had to get him to leave before things got awkward.
âHello? Itâs me youâre talking about,â Corbyn ruffled your hair with his hand. âMy stuff is all packed and ready a week ago.â
âBut I guess I should get going anyway,â he said, clapping his hands. Jonah can be seen walking towards you both. âThe last thing I want is to third wheel your date so see yaâ soon,â he bid his goodbye and you felt a weight lifted from your chest when he still paid no attention to the stupid plant.
But someone else sure did. You watched as a smirk grew on Jonahâs face when his gaze lifted higher to see the mistletoe above you. He was about to walk away when Jonah stopped him by putting an arm over his shoulder.
âHey, Corbyn, donât you think itâs extremely rude to leave a girl standing under a mistletoe without a kiss?â His simple question had you internally cursing him with a long string of profanities as embarrassment flooded your veins instantly, heat spreading from the tips of your ears to all over your face.
âOh,â He dragged out the one syllable word when he finally took notice of the mistletoe as realization hit him. âNo wonder you were acting all weird just now! Because you wanted a kiss from me but you didnât have the guts to say it, huh?â
âNo, I absolutely donât want anything from you!â You waved your hands frantically in front of you in denial.
âIncluding your present? So give it back to me,â Corbyn instructed, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, in which you responded with another deep scowl.
âNo, the present is mine now so you canât take it back!â You practically screamed at him as you tightened your hands around the said object protectively. You friendly banter went on for a while more, with Corbyn teasing you and you shooting your crafty retorts back at him.
Jonah watched the exchange between you and his best friend silently with an amused smile and couldnât help but burst into laughter when Corbyn suddenly said âyouâre so annoying! It makes me want to kiss you to shut you upâ in the midst of your playful bickering, making your cheeks redden even more and from the way you open and close your mouth without any words coming out of it, it was evident that you were at a loss of words too.
âThen kiss her, bro,â Jonah urged him with a nudge of his shoulder. âBut not on the lips. Those are mine,â he said in a serious tone, the former cheekiness all gone. It was merely a simple sentence but little did he know butterflies erupted in your stomach just from hearing it.
âAs much as Iâd not want to kiss you, this is tradition and we canât break it,â with a hopeless sigh, Corbyn scrunched up his nose in disgust but proceeded to lean in and give you a brief kiss on your cheek before pulling away almost immediately. âThere, thatâs settled. Hang your mistletoe elsewhere next time. The last thing I want is to fucking kiss my best friend again,â he left with a wave of his hand at you and Jonah.
âI guess itâs just the two of us now,â Jonah stated the obvious as his car pulled out of the driveway a moment later by Corbyn.
âShut up and get lost, I donât wanna talk to you,â you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking away from him, still mad that he made your friend kiss you. It was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek but that didnât mean that it wasnât awkward.
âBut why are you still standing here then? Right under the mistletoe,â he moved closer and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, kicking the door shut behind him. You were engulfed in his uplifting and clean scent of autumn that you loved so dearly, considering that autumn is your utmost favourite season of all. âWonder how did that get here. I donât remember seeing the mistletoe the last time I visited.â
âFuck you, Jonah.â
âHere? Against the wall? Damn, darling, you sure are one kinky girl,â he joked, earning a playful smack from you.
âStop,â you whined and buried your face in his chest to hide your blushing face that was already as red as a tomato or even redder at this point. He chuckled, his hand moving to cradle your face and pushed it backwards gently before tilting it upwards.
âSometimes I forget how delicate and innocent you actually are,â he breathed and you could feel heart doing jumping jacks when your gaze met with his intense one. Your mind went totally haywire when he started to lean in, your breaths mingling with each otherâs. âAnd you have no idea how much Iâve thought about doing this.â
When your lips connected at long last, the wonderful sensation was like nothing you had experienced before. The kiss was soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. You yearned for more â you wanted so badly to feel so, so much more of him â so you didnât hesitate to comply to his wish when he bit your lip lightly for permission for his tongue to slip into your mouth.
The heat rose in your cheeks as your tongues entwined, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of you. Instinctively, you grabbed fistfuls of the soft material at the front of his coat to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He groaned when you bucked your hips against his as his grip on your waist tightened to prevent you from repeating the same action because his self-control was reaching its limit. One more time and he might not be able to restrain himself from pinning you against the wall and ripping off your clothes to devour you.
Plus, he knew that you werenât ready for that either.
âThat was amazing,â you said in awe when you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, breathless from the heated kiss-turned-makeout session with your boyfriend. âIf I can get kissed like that everytime I stand under a mistletoe, I think I might go against Corbynâs advice and hang more of those around my house.â
âYou donât need a stupid mistletoe to kiss me, idiot. You can do it whenever you like,â he replied, his thumb caressing your cheek gently, as if you were his most prized possession that he was more than reluctant to let go of (which you were).
âBut why havenât you done that before?â You asked, staring quizzically into his hazel eyes that were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside.
âI wanted your first kiss to be special,â he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âThereâre a lot of things that I want to do with you and do to you that I havenât done yet, love, so you gotta be patient,â he promised and took your hands in his, squeezing them once.
âBut what if I want you to show me what you want to do to me now?â You wanted to take the question back right after you said it out loud. His lips curled into a smirk which made you even more embarrassed than you already were, not saying a word. âNo, I mean what am I even talking about...â you trailed off, pulling your lower lip between your teeth tentatively, not on purpose but because that was what you did everytime you were nervous, only to find his jaw slightly clenched as you did so before using his thumb to softly pull your lip back out.
âDesperate now, are we?â He teased, holding your hand as he led you towards the dining room where the various dishes you had prepared for dinner sat on the table. âMaybe I would, but letâs have dinner first, okay? Dessert will come later.â
It took you a moment to understand what he meant and when you finally did, your face turned red all over again.
#corbyn besson#daniel seavey#jack avery#jonah marais#wdw#why dont we#why donât we#zach herron#wdw imagines#jonah marais imagines
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âwave, nishinoya y.
in which he meets them in the library.
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a/n: kinda rushed the end bc ive been writing this for awhile so pls dont be too disappointed im honestly just trying to get comfortable writing but i hope you enjoy, lower case intended
âwhy are we even here ryu its summer we should be going to the poolâ the smaller boy whined, entering the library with his best friend. ânoya i just need to drop off this book for my sister calm downâ tanaka sighed âim gonna head to the jump section meet me thereâ nishinoya said waving off his friend after the comment was acknowledged. looking for the section he caught a glimpse of and intriguing character, he couldnt see them because of all the book they were carrying. walking to them whispering âhey you look like you need help, mind if i?â startled the person jumps a little. âyes please, my coworker just stacked them on top of meâ letting a small laugh out, laughing a little with them he took some books off of the pile so they could see. looking at them his breathing hitched, beautiful is all he could think. after a second of him starting the person asked if he was okay, nodding his head smiling âwhere we headed with these?â lifting his arm. âto the front, these are donationsâ they said took a step looking back for the male to follow them. he started to make conversation with questions like âwhyd your coworker leave?â âdo you work here?â âwhat's your name?â the walk wasnt that long so he couldn't get to know them that much. âi cant believe you work here? its summer you should be out in the sun!â he said whisper-yelling, with a small laugh they replied âwell its easy money and i get to stay with the air conditioning i think its a win win.â putting his hand on his chin and closing his eyes, nodding his head with a hum âwho am i to criticize someone whos getting that bag, consider me jealous.â getting a buzz from his pocket he took his phone out seeing tanaka asking where he is. âmy friend is looking for me, will you give me the pleasure in obtaining your number?â he said looking up at them, they do the same pose he was doing a minute ago. âwell you dont seem like a stalker plus i can repay you for helping me, hereâ they say grabbing the phone from his hand typing their number and naming the contact ây/l/n.â âwell mr nishinoya i will expect a response from you soonâ they back up leaning on the books. âoh wait i need a contact picture everyone has one in my phoneâ he says with a little pride, hearing a laugh from them his smile widens âim not taking a picture i look bad right nowâ they say turning to the books. âfine next time i see you im getting that pictureâ he says, giving them a wave âbye y/l/nâ waving back to him they nod.
looking back on this memory a smile appeared on their face. getting up from the vanity straightening their clothes. âyou ready?â their mom asks with a small smile, looking at her baby memories coming back of their first steps, first words, first fall, first lost tooth. breaking from her thoughts to see her child nod. âokay it's almost time you look good honeyâ she said, walking up to them fixing any mistakes she finds. âwow i cant believe youre leaving meâ looking at their mom with an eyebrow raised âhey now dont get upset with me, its yuuâs fault hes the one who proposedâ they say with a smile. âwell i cant really be mad, he did ask for permission hes such a gentlemanâ as she finishes a knock at the door alerts both of them. y/nâs friend at the door pops in. âtime to shine and make the male cry y/n'' laughing at their own joke, y/n lets go of their moms hand taking a deep breath. âoh gosh dont joke about him crying i know he will'' they say laughing walking to the door. seeing all the decorations theyve picked out, seeing their family and family run around as they walk, everything feeling in slow motion. in their place their dad comes tears in his eyes. âoh dad cmonâ they say nudging him. âoh hush your moms already been bugging me let me beâ seeing the people in front of them move they start walking in the doors. seeing all the colors and familiar faces of friends of both parties, forward they see him. when they lock eyes his eyes go wide and he straightens up with a smile. getting to the end of the walkway, letting go of their dad and taking his hands. âwowâ he says under his breath. the marriage officiant clears his throat, âi dont wish to keep these two waiting any longer lets startâ
it didnt take too long keeping it short and getting to the vows. facing him with a smile, seeing him grab a piece of paper. âi actually came prepared im just that coolâ showing everyone the paper getting a couple chuckles from the audience, turning back seeing your eyes watch him his smile gets even bigger. âwhen i first met y/n i didnt really see them, just a pile of books their coworker dumped on them, to this day i will thank that coworker and ryu for dragging me there. while im thanking people i want to thank y/n for being them, they might not see how perfect they are but in my eyes they are, no one could be or even get remotely close to how perfect i see them. i wanna thank their parents tooâ he says turning to them âi know its not easy to let go but thank you for trusting me to them, i promise to be the bestâ he says looking at both of them, determination burning in his eyes when he turns back to look at his partner. âi love you y/n now please dont make me cry with all your big words in your vows'' he says closing his eyes and bringing their joined hands to his face kissing their knuckles. chuckling at his words breaking their hands apart they grab a paper. âi make no promises yuuâ seeing him deflate a little âive had people ask me âwhat is love?â and i never really knew how to answer besides saying âyou just kinda knowâ even looking up on google how to describe love i never really understood what they were trying to say, but now being with yuu i think i can finally grasp what ive been trying to say. being in love with someone is like surfing, your partner being the water and you being the one riding the wave. you approach the water calmy or you can rush into it, and when the wave comes depending on the size it can range from small and gentle or strong and destructive, even if you are a pro surfer you still get waves that you just cant conquer. now why i bring this up? for once in my life i can say im in love, im so helplessly in love with you yuu. youre the gentle warm wave everyone wants even if i do fall i know youll catch me and bring me to the shore, not to sound cringe and cliche but with you i do feel like i can do anything maybe even surfâ laughing at your own little joke you take a breath looking up from your paper to see him. the man you didnt think youd, the man youd soon with for the rest of your life. in tears he lets out a chuckle âwe can learn togetherâ he says sniffing, taking his hands once again âim in love with you, yuuâ seeing his bottom lip tremble âsir can we hurry this up i really need to kiss the love of my life right nowâ he says in a hushed voice, the pastor laughs and nods, âi dont think we have any objections? alright beautiful, may we have the rings?â turning to your god daughter as she walks with the rings to the front, giving both of your legs a hug she walks back. handing the rings to each of you, ânishinoya yuu do you take y/l/n y/n as your partner in life?â âyes a hundred timesâ he says in one breath, putting the ring on your left ring finger gently. ây/l/n y/n do you take nishinoya yuu as your life partner?â âyes, i doâ coping his motions, interlocking your hands with the biggest smiles on your faces. âi have the honor of announcing you both married yuu you may kiss your partner.â not wasting time he pulls them towards him locking lips. in slow mention it felt like pulling away, the noise from friends and family, him with his eyes swelled up and red from crying, and to the ring on both of your fingers. âwow we're marriedâ is all he says, âwow we're marriedâ they repeat, he turns to the crowd throwing their joined hands âIM MARRIED!!!â receiving a smile and laugh from everyone, his best friend getting up âBRO YOURE MARRIED '' cheers erupt from everyone again, the sound of the waves crashing wasnt far from them and both of them are determined to catch at least one wave.
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hey, yeah, what the FUCK happened this episode. i've been trying to follow along with the live blogs and its honestly just chaos
Hey anon!!!
Okay so a lot happened and a lot didnât. And that was the problem, Iâve not been in the fandom long and honestly until about two months ago I had never heard the term bucklemming (and until two hours ago I didn't know it was two people).
However, the fandom has a long-standing issue with them because of pacing issues in their episodes and OOC writing (ie jack not giving two shits that Cas was still in the empty despite knowing about the deal and what would have happened to get him taken by it) and their absolute love of Lucifer.
So quick run down of plot, (apologies this did not stay as short as i planned)
Everyone in the world is dead, Dean tells Sam and Jack that Cas is gone and there are literally no questions asked, they go back to the bunker and a couple days have passed, Dean passes out surrounded by booze but that's pretty much all the mourning we see him do
They follow jacks âi feel an energyâ thing to a church but first they make a pit stop at a gas station where Dean finds a dog; Chuck then immediately kills the dog once Dean is all excited that something else survived with them
They go to the church and see Michael who tells them that Adam died in the rapture (yes what chuck did was the rapture) they head back to the bunker and Dean gets a call from Cas but its actually Lucifer at the door and he's here to fuck shit up but wait maybe heâs here to help, he pops a reaper into the bunker (her names betty) and then kills her immediately and she becomes the new death (because the first reaper to die after Death is killed takes over (which seems like a bad system considering decades might go by before a reaper is killed after a death dies but alas) no one questions what happened to all the other reapers by the way but that's not currently relevant)Â
Because only death can read the death books betty starts reading chucks and after a few sentences luci kills her (rip betty 2020) luci reveals that he wasn't on their side (shocker there folks) and he and Michael duke it out, Luci dies (thankfully) and Sam starts to translate the book because not only is death the only one who can read the book but they are the only ones who can OPEN the book to meaning that the book had been sealed this whole time
Sam works out a spell and its ingredients and they (the three of them and Michael) go to the literal same place they burned Casâ body in 13x01 because why not (btw this is not ever addressed) and set the spell up but it doesn't work
Chuck shows up and kills Michael for consorting with dean sam and jack (even tho he was still working for chuck and trying to do right by his father) and proceeds to beat the fucking shit out of dean and sam, they refuse to give in and keep standing up (on several broken limbs might i add) this goes on so long it feels like when luci was beating dean to a pulp in swan song.Â
Finally they confuse chuck enough to make him turn around and jack is up and looking like he wants to fuck shit up. he ends up doing the same move to chuck as he did Michael while he was possessing rowena in s14 and chuck collapses
Dean responds to chucks comment about being a killing machine by saying âno I'm notâ which we all think is a call back to Casâ speech before he died.Â
The heroes explain that jack had become a power vacuum (actual dialogue) (remember the flowers jack killed in the silo?) and that over these past days he's been absorbing the power that is let off by things, ie, luci and Michael fighting, the plants and flowers, chuck pummeling dean and sam (bc why rip off just infinity war when you can rip off the entire lore behind the black panther suit/ vibranium too)Â Â
Chuck is left powerless after this and dean sam and jack drive off as a now human chuck essentially grovels on the ground. they head into town and jack brings back everyone who was killed by god in the previous episode and then gives a really weird speech that confirms that he is in fact the new god (and that amara is now in him and they are in harmony) but says he's gonna be hands off and legit just glows a bunch and disappears.Â
Dean and sam go back to the bunker and realize they don't have to worry about chucks control on them, we get a like four min montage of the entire show and then they literally drive off into the sunset. Â
some important notes, Cas was not brought back to life despite it being stated clearly in the episode that god has the power to bring angels back from the empty, no one even asks jack to do it and jack doesnt do it on his own
there is no mention of Bobby Donna Charlie Eileen or anyone else that was killed in 15x18
Sam never asks dean about cas, having apparently gotten all the info he needed in the sentence âcas is gone, the empty took himâÂ
honestly the only plot thread wrapped in this ep was godâs and while that might seem big its not really enough like the episode was lacking in a lot of areas
Its been said that Bucklemming hates both Cas and Misha, and that they are literally obsessed with bibro (loving sam and dean equally- a fan made term to stop the sam girls and dean girls from fighting i think) and that they are really really into the whole âthe show is about two brothers and the open roadâ which the show hasn't been about since maybe season two or threeÂ
I'm not sure if you can tell from my synopsis (Again sorry it got so long) that a lot of the characters seemed off, Jack not caring that Cas was still dead, Dean not mourning, sam not giving two shits either way, sam not caring to check in on eileen, neither of them checking in with their hunter friends, Michael switching back over to chucks side despite his actions in 15x09, the fact that no one mentioned the plot holes in the ep (by that i mean within the episode no one had questions about the things that didn't fit, like Michael never questioned how a book that could only be read by death was being decoded by Sam)
overall the episode was bad, objectively, not from a destiel shipper standpoint bad. there are many ideas floating around about 15x20 considering this episode really felt like the end of spn, people are mentioning that the relationship arcs are unfinished and that Dabb (whos writing the next one and who has written many of the quinticential destiel episodes) will save the day. Im holding out hope that 15x20 will be better (which should be too hard to achieve after that shit show)Â
I'm sorry if this is a mess I'm a bit all over the place but I wanted to make sure you got even a partial answer
#anon#anon ask#anon answered#destiel#15x19#15x20#supernatural spoilers#supernatural spoiler#spn spoilers#spn spoiler#15x19 spoilers#spn speculation#supernatual speculation
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