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bluelolblue · 26 days ago

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❦ Touch Starved Together ❦

This is inspired by this post by the amazing @thewhumpcaretaker <3

Okay, this one got out of hand... HAND >:] because this is for the "Giving them a handjob while their head is in your lap, staring lovingly up at you" prompt, and I got carried away. I also wrote it while being sick, lmao, so yeah, my mind was just all over the place, but I managed eheh. The prompt was just too juicy, I couldn't resist :P

Enjoy freshly baked husbands Santino and John being horny and very loving and soft with each other :]

Smut, handjob with fluff and soft moments

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One day off his duties was all Santino got and from John’s perspective, it looked like the Camorra prince wasn't going to take it easy on himself.

It's been a few months since they got married, and John knew that his husband was going to be like this, he knew that even when they were dating. Santino was just that type of a person and John accepted him.

Sure, Santino wanted everything to be done on time and if that meant to use his day off to do things, he was going to do exactly that. However, there was no need for that today. He was just what John thought and called him jokingly a few times, workaholic. That got Santino calling him names in both English and Italian. So, better not to actually say it to him, John learned that the hard way. At least he got some kisses before bed from Santino to reconcile.

Today, John figured out a new tactic.

“Come drink coffee with me on the couch,” John called from the other side of the door.

“Can't. Busy,” Santino replied, just what John thought would happen.

“Your favorite cappuccino,” the assassin tried again. He heard a long annoyed sigh before his husband muttered.

“Leave it in my office.”

“No, you can't enjoy it then.” John crossed his arms and leaned against the door. “Fine, be like this.”

“John, is it so hard to just leave it in my office?” He could hear frustration in Santino's voice.

“You're having a day off, and you're locked inside your office. Not very relaxing.”

Santino sighed deeply, muttering something in Italian as he pinched his eyes closed. “You know what? I don't want it anyway.”

Great, he was being even more stubborn now.

“Okay. We don't need coffee, I guess I'll be drinking wine alone then,” John paused, “And I was going to give you something else since it's been a while… you know.”

Wine and something more? That was everything Santino loved. He knew what John was trying to hint at, his partner really knew him too well.

There was silence for a minute, John could tell Santino was thinking about it. He walked away, smirking to himself because he knew that he had made his stubborn husband really think about it.

Unnecessary work or drinking wine with his husband?

John poured himself a glass of red wine, prepared a glass for his partner and headed to the big sofa in the living room. It was then when Santino emerged from his office.

“Changed your mind?” John asked.

“My head hurts,” Santino murmured, but looked like he was in some kind of discomfort. Of course that sitting on a chair for a few hours had its impact on his whole body.

John stood up, giving up on his idea to just have Santino come to him. He held his shoulders and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Do you want a painkiller first?”

The other man hummed, considering the option, but wine sounded better. “No. Maybe later, now I want the wine.” He looked up at his husband who smiled softly and nodded. When Santino was like this, he was just too adorable and he wasn't even trying to be. Just something John noticed and loved so much about him.

He handed him the glass of wine and had to stop him from just chugging it down. “Hey, take it easy.” John patted his shoulder, “We're supposed to enjoy it and it won't help with the headache that way.”

Santino listened this time and sat down with his companion. John immediately leaned for a kiss on his neck, making the other man sigh in pleasure as he took a sip of the wine. “So, you said you want to give me something else… what is that?” Santino tilted his head for another kiss on the lips this time.

His husband hummed as he pressed a tender kiss on his lips, pulling back for a second only to go for another, deeper one. John sucked on his bottom lip and lightly licked into his mouth once Santino allowed it.

The assassin gently brushed his thumb against his partner's cheek, that would always make him melt into the kiss. Santino loved when his face would be held in moments like these, or well, any loving touch from John. Only from his husband.

“Rest your head on my lap. I promise it'll help with your headache,” John suggested.

“John, that's not what I thought…” Santino looked away, a blush appeared on his face.

“C'mon, you won't regret it.” His companion smirked, and Santino couldn't help not to resist him. He took one last sip of his drink before he decided to do it.

John gave him enough space to lie down and rest his head in his lap. Santino couldn't lie, it felt good. The couch was soft and his husband's lap felt even better under his head. He looked up at him, a smile immediately formed on both of their faces, even if Santino was a little embarrassed. He was still getting used to being treated gently, with care and love and only John was able to show him that.

He was feeling vulnerable, like a cat that had its belly exposed in a way of showing trust.

“There you go, just relax,” John murmured, caressing his face. Santino looked even more beautiful like this, he leaned into his partner's palm, sighing softly as he relaxed. “The last time I've seen you like this was on our honeymoon. I really miss it… miss you.”

Of course, Santino's work was the biggest cockblocker between them. Even if John managed to turn his husband's frustration from work into something more enjoyable, when he would fuck him in the office, suck him off there or take him slowly after everything to relax him, it only worked sometimes. Most of the time, Santino would just snap at him.

“Don't say that,” Santino said, placing his own hand on top of John's that was resting against his face. “You have me. I’m just busy.”

“You ignored your own health in that process as well.” John's free hand traveled over Santino's stomach, over his ribs, to his pelvis. “I can feel your ribs again.”

Santino made a quiet, frustrated noise and shifted a little under his touch, “Stop that,” he muttered, shutting his eyes closed. He was aware that he lost some weight again due to overworking himself and not eating much.

“Okay,” John whispered but still slipped that hand under his husband's shirt, feeling his soft skin, how he shivered as a response to his touch. “You're touch starved, hm?”

Santino's eyes snapped open. Was John really teasing him?

“Don't flatter yourself.” Then again, the Camorra prince bit back a moan when John's fingers brushed against his dick through the boxers. “I-I'm not.” He hated how he almost whimpered that sentence, making himself look and sound more vulnerable.

His partner chuckled softly, running his other hand through Santino's curls, “Doesn't seem that way.”

Santino groaned, closing his eyes when he saw how John looked at him. He got the reaction he wanted.

“Let me take care of you. I vowed to do it, didn't I?” It was beautiful, Santino was just remembering it. Something he will never forget.

He murmured a quiet “yeah” and felt his husband's hand gently pat his head while with his other hand he cupped his crotch, massaging his cock and balls.

There was another whimper from the man resting on him, but he didn't protest, he let John touch him, take care of him. It felt good, he loved his husband's big hands and they felt amazing on his body. On his neck, chest, ass, dick, anywhere. By the time John slipped his hand under Santino's boxers, he was already half hard.

“John,” Santino moaned, looking up at him. It was that needy look, begging for more, for John to just take him.

“I know,” John replied, helping him pull his pants down enough to pull his cock out. “Let yourself enjoy. You deserve it, okay?” He slowly stroked his dick, feeling how he was getting fully hard.

His husband let out a soft whimper as he gripped onto John's shirt, hiding his face into him. Again, he felt how his partner caressed his head, going through his hair and making soothing noises.

“Keep doing that,” Santino breathed out as he looked up at him again.

“Like this?” John asked and rubbed him a little faster.

“Mhm…” His partner whimpered and took a deep breath, exhaling as he looked into his eyes, reaching to touch his husband's face. John leaned into it, feeling how Santino caressed his cheek. “Don't stop. Please…” There was something more he meant by that. The loving look, that soft tone in his voice. It was Santino's way of asking him to not give up on him.

“Never.” If John had told him this every day, he would. Every day, he was going to show him that he was not going to give up on him. He placed his hand on top of his, kissing into his palm while he worked on his dick with the other hand.

Santino gasped, slightly bucking his hips, urging his partner to stroke him faster. He was already leaking precum, which John spread over the tip, making him shiver. He was sensitive, needing any touch from his husband. He realized how much he missed this, how his body was reacting to it.

“Fuck, fuck-” He was cut off by his own moan, clinging onto John's shirt, again, pushing his face against him.

“Shh, don't rush yourself, it's okay,” the assassin whispered, gently caressing his face.

True. Santino would often chase his pleasure a bit too fast. Not letting himself enjoy, and his husband often had to remind him to take it easy, that he deserved it to last longer.

“I just need it,” the Camorra prince whimpered into his shirt.

His companion sighed, but nodded, understanding his wishes. However, he slowed down, giving him slower strokes from the base to the tip. He heard how Santino let out a long needy moan into him, shaking as he gripped onto his shirt harder.

“You're lucky we're married.” Ah, Santino's little angsty comments when he was overwhelmed. John loved that, because his husband always looked cute, not intimidating like that.

“And what would you do if we weren't?” The assassin teased, smirking and stroking him slightly faster.

“F-fuck you…” Santino bit back a whimper, or tried to since a little noise managed to escape him, making his husband chuckle.

“I'd like to see you try.” John decided to give it to him, he rubbed him faster, feeling how his partner’s dick twitched out more precum.

“Yes, yes yes,” the other man chanted, gasping, moaning and whimpering, getting more overwhelmed from the climax building up.

John felt him tense up against him, how he squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, “J-John…”

“Let go,” the assassin encouraged, caressing his face, which made Santino look up at him, his eyes watery from the pleasure. “C'mon, baby. I got you.”

With a final stroke over the tip, Santino let out a long desperate moan that turned into a sob as he spilled over John's hand, shaking as his cock pulsed in his husband's hand.

“Good, very good,” John praised, helping him work out the aftershocks of orgasm, soothing him as he felt him twitch. “Breathe, don't hold your breath in, love.” He stroked his head, moving the messy curls off his forehead.

Santino sighed deeply as he came back to his senses. He was really this much touch starved if a handjob made him breathless. He looked up, catching his breath slowly. “I needed it,” he breathed out.

“I know,” John agreed and smiled softly. “Told you won't regret it.”

The Camorra prince hummed in agreement, closing his eyes for a brief moment only to open them and see how John sucked the cum off his fingers.

“Fuck,” Santino whispered, feeling himself blushing. He wanted to sit up, but John's lap felt so comfortable and he felt like he had no strength to sit. So instead he watched how John licked his cum, swallowing it. “You're so hot like that.”

“Mmm, you taste good,” John smirked, and both of them chuckled softly at each other. He helped his husband sit up and Santino immediately went for a kiss, tasting himself in his partner's mouth. He deepened the kiss, licking and nipping on his lips. Eventually, John pressed their foreheads together, sharing breaths, enjoying the moment.

“Thank you,” Santino murmured, “I didn't know your lap felt that comfortable…” he paused and smirked, “Against my head.”

“Right. First time for everything,” his husband said.

“I love you,” the Camorra prince said as they pulled back to look into each other's eyes. “I know I can be too much to handle-”

John cut him off, placing a peck on his forehead before speaking, “I love you, too. More than anything and you're perfect to me.” Another kiss on his forehead, “I want only the best for you, please remember that forever.”

The confession made the other man blush. John was maybe a man who didn't talk much, but for the person he loved so much, he always found words.

They shared a long kiss, it was Santino's way of thanking him for the beautiful words.

“So… should we finish wine? Or…” Santino trailed off, placing his hand over John's crotch, “Ah, thought something was poking me,” he winked playfully.

John pulled his husband's legs over his own, “Why not both?” He smirked and before the other man could reply, he was already being lifted into John's arms.

Santino whimpered but instinctively wrapped his arms over his companion's shoulders. “I like that idea,” he nuzzled his head against his neck, “Remind me just how fucking good you are,” he whispered against his ear, making John blush and slightly shiver.

There was the teasing Camorra prince John had married. He was back to him, ready for whatever was about to happen.

“Of course. I'll make you remember it.” John played along and it was Santino's turn to blush again.

Santino was too desperate for his husband and so touch starved that the handjob awakened the needy feline in him again. A spicy kitten that only John knew how to tame. Today, he got the chance to make his partner remember the pleasure and love that he deserved.

He also had to note down that wine and a handjob are two things Santino was willing to get out of his office for if he was being stubborn.

#pls ignore any silly mistskes it's 2 am omg 💀#got lost in time again #anyways YAYAY WICKEDSAINT #freshly baked needy husbands #Blue try not to make Santino drink wine challenge impossible #there is always wine with Santino LMAO #santino d’antonio #john wick #wickedsaint #john wick x santino d'antonio #my writing

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jiminiepabo · 2 years ago

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BTS As Your Best Friends

I was feeling inspired by my BTS As Your Boyfriend series, and I wanted to give yall a cute little friend moment! 💕

Comtains: Fluff, that's about it lmao

This is only with the maknaes, but the others will come soon!

°+~♡~+°

Jungkook-

THIS MAN....

Devious asf 💀💅

He actually will not shut his fucking mouth, bro will call you up at 4 in the morning to talk to you about how his day went

Lowkey invites himself to your place unapologetically

Very juvenile, in a good way. Like sleepovers with snacks and movies and pillow forts

THE GOSSIP KING 👑

And he will fill you in on all the bangtan tea

He's the type to make pinky promises not to tell after he talks hella shit abt someone 💀

Not that he talks hella shit that much, but the occasion that it happens, expect a lot to come out of his mouth.

Very good listener tho, if you actually have an issue, he's gonna be there for you

Definitely tells you way too much about his dating life...

He also falls asleep on you, so get used to it. he's an affectionate bitch, what can he say? And with all the sleepovers yall are having, he can't help it

Okay but tell me why I think he'd love playing hair salon with you 👀

One of his downsides as a friend is that he's a fucking celebrity and has a shit ton of other people to interact with and other places to go

So don't expect too much from the poor guy, he's got a lot on his plate.

Recently we found out that he vapes, so he for sure needs a vape buddy

ALSO

He is SO GOOD at dating advice

Whoever you're into, he will be right there planning your wedding on a pinterest board.

Expect lots of singing in the car

In all, jaykay is fucking hyper but he's a great bestie to have

Taehyung-

Tae is your deep ass convo kinda guy

Like yeah, he's fun asf, but damn he's just built to talk about deep shit with you

If any of these friendships are likely to turn into relationships, it's gonna be with Tae

He just loves love 😭

And honestly, as he should

And I'm not saying that you return the feelings, but you are the one reading a Bts imagine on tumblr... 🤷‍♀️

Besides the fact that he lowkey has a crush on you, you'll probably be at his house more than your own

I can see him just talking and talking for hours on end with his bestie while you chill on the couch with a TV show playing in the background

Probably has a cute nickname for you

Like if you're short, he calls you shorty. And if your cute, he calls you cutie.

IDK MAN IM BAD AT THIS 💀💀💀

But he'll come up with something cute

Your contact name in his phone will probably be something along the lines of "my wife" or "wifey"

Or smth stupid like that just bc he likes you 💀

And he won't tell anyone either, he just unironically talks about you all the time, nothing suspicious 👀

Expect chaos when he's drunk tho

He goes WILD

It's fun though, seeing him being smiley and not contemplating the complexities of life to you

Your man is weird asf but you gotta love him

Jimin-

Someone needs to calm him down and give him a massage or smth

Because when I tell you...

JIMIN IS THE FLIRTIEST HOE EVER

He doesn't even like you, it's just jimin being jimin

Very sweet tho 🥺

He seems kinda awkward about giving advice bc he doesn't know exactly what to say, but he'll listen really good

Also, no offense to jimin, but he's a mess.

He's so caring that he likes someone new every other day istg

And he'll tell you all about it and it's the cutest thing ever watching him have so much love for so many people

May or may not have mid-life crises during the night and come over to drink alcohol and pour his heart out to you

He's a people pleaser so be a good friend and encourage him or compliment him a lot

He will most likely flirt with you in return but it secretly makes him feel reassured so just take one for the team

Probably will give you fashion advice tbh

And he's an icon so you let him do his thing

I think he'd like doing things like drawing or painting or dancing as an activity with you

Like it's fun to do, but it's quiet enough for him to talk about his problems

This is so sad but I feel like he projects a very happy image but he doesn't always feel it inside

He may struggle with self image and dependence on others

So he needs you to be his anchor to hold him down and tell him he'll be alright

And he'll do the same for you, don't worry.

°+~♡~+°

Hope you enjoyed! The hyung line version is coming soon! 💕

My requests are open 😘

#bts #bts scenarios #bts reactions #taehyung #jimin #boyfriend #yoongi #jungkook #namjoon #jin #suga #bts scenes #kpop #kpop boys #hoseok #hobi #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 10 months ago

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“When was the last time you slept?” For sashnetra please?

Sorry this took so long for me to get out!! D: The only idea that I had for this prompt was within the Wedding Planner AU, which has been on my mind SO MUCH lately. But here's some college-age Sashnetra for a change!

(Also I barely proofread this lmao)

"When was the last time you slept?"

"It's been, uh- It's been a while, I think."

"That didn't answer my question. When was the last time you slept?"

"...I don't remember."

The fun part of sleep deprivation was long gone for Anetra. When you pull an all-nighter and stay up throughout the day. Everything is hilarious and you can't stop laughing at the simplest things.

Then after a good night of sleep, you felt great again, no energy drink needed. It was fine to deal with every once in a while, but not day after day for the entirety of fall break.

Sasha was still standing in the entryway of their apartment, her suitcase still had the paper tag attached from the airline. Anetra knew her girlfriend was excited to go on the study abroad trip to Thailand for the whole semester. Sasha's school breaks usually consisted of studying and crashing on friends' couches.

"I left on Wednesday before classes got out. Have you not actually had real sleep since then?" Sasha asked, arms crossed but held concern in her eyes.

Anetra felt like a small child in trouble. Her short-term memory felt like it was shot from her lack of sleep. She may have passed out on the couch for a few minutes at a time, but sleeping the whole night in her bed?

That hadn't happened since she last saw Sasha.

Anetra shook her head, feeling like tears were threatening behind her eyes. "I can't sleep. I've tried everything, but I can't,"

She never felt so over-dramatic. Her girlfriend was just on a plane for several hours, stuffed in an economy seat and dealing with exhaustion and jet lag.

And here Anetra was, whining about not being able to function like a normal human when she was at home all week.

Sasha left her suitcase and tote bag she used as a carry-on for the flight by the door as she rushed to sit next to Anetra. She wrapped both arms around her waist and held tight, "What's the matter, baby?"

Anetra felt like she could melt when Sasha held her like that. All the stress from the past week was about to wash away and she could just enjoy her time again with her girlfriend. She opened her mouth to start to explain why she couldn't sleep, but the ringtone from her cell phone chirped instead.

Tears started leaking out of Anetra's eyes, she knew exactly who was calling her. "She won't leave me alone. I didn't go spend Thanksgiving at her house and now she's blowing up my phone."

"Can I? I won't answer it, I promise." Sasha asked permission for Anetra's phone, glancing at it on the table. Anetra nodded, her cell phone felt like it was mocking her last bit of sanity.

Sasha already knew the passcode, unfortunately, this wasn't the first time this had happened. She scrolled through the call log history and the long thread of text messages, most unanswered. The messages read in tone anywhere from kind and caring to horribly malicious.

"She's been doing this since Monday?" Sasha asked in surprise.

Anetra nodded, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "I can't deal with her anymore. I told her so many times that I was done, but she keeps using the 'But we're family!' excuse" she said in a mocking voice.

Sasha sighed, putting the phone face down. "I think it's time to block her number."

"But she's-" Anetra started, but Sasha was quick to interrupt.

"I know it's your mom, but she's pushing way past your boundaries," Sasha said as Anetra's face fell more. "Listen, I know it's going to be hard, but you can't let her keep doing this to you."

Anetra stared at her phone, seeing it vibrate with a new text message. "I don't know if I'm ready," she said in a small voice.

Sasha thought for a moment, "What about you turn off your phone, and try to get some sleep. Then you can decide if you're ready," Sasha suggested.

The younger woman pursed her lips but nodded, "I can do that," she pressed the power button until the black screen took over the cell phone.

"Come on, I'm jet-lagged as hell. We could probably both use a good nap." Sasha stood up and held out her hand for Anetra to follow her to the bedroom.

Anetra didn't realize that she was grateful for Sasha to guide her to the bedroom until the room was spinning and there were two doors in front of her. She walked slowly as she held tight to Sasha's hand, without her, Anetra was pretty sure she'd be on the floor by now.

Pretty soon, they were both under the duvet, and Anetra's head was nestled on Sasha's chest. She felt long fingers run from the top of her scalp, all the way to her split ends. Anetra drifted off to sleep with the sound of the cars outside and Sasha's steady heartbeat.

She didn't have to face anything she wasn't ready for. Whatever she would have to deal with whenever she woke up, it was all going to be for the better.

#sashnetra #my drabbles #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #asks #my writing

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blankat · 1 year ago

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songfic #1 - Captain Jack by Captain Jack

Okay, so. I've just had an idea of starting to write songfics and I'm going to a Captain Jack concert next month so I've been preparing for it by listening more to their music lol. Anyways, I wrote this on my phone, it's not proofread so please just ignore any mistakes you find lmao. I think I might even used the wrong pronouns for Aaron at some point in the fic i'm so sorry. It's just a lil' something i put together in like 10 minutes lol

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Warnings: heavy alcohol consumption word count: 1.3k

Hotch knew it was a bad idea to send y/n on an undercover mission to a Project X sized house party among teenagers, but she was the youngest therefore she could blend in the best. y/n indeed blended in perfectly, in fact, she did it too well.

The team knew who the unsub was and they also knew they would be at the party, so they thought it would be an easy and quick mission to finish; y/n goes in, spots the unsub then brings them outside where the team would wait for them.

“Oh God, there are a lot of people here, how will I find them?” y/n asked in a slightly panicked voice, she really didn’t like crowded places and the fact it was crowded with a bunch of horny teenagers, mostly boys, made her feel uneasy.

“Just take a look around, talk to people, it should be easy to spot our unsub.” Hotchner told her softly through her earpiece. He really wished he could be inside with her.

“Okay, I will need a minute, I’ll tell you if I find them.” y/n said and started going around the enormous house, slightly wincing at the blaring music now and then.

“I don’t think i’ve seen you around, are you new in the neighbourhood?” A boy smirked at y/n holding a beer. She smiled at him sweetly.

“Yes, I just moved here recently. One of my friends invited me, actually.” y/n hated small talks; one of the reasons she and Aaron got together later rather than sooner was because she wasn’t willing to make any small talk with the Chief. But in the end it worked out perfectly well for them and she couldn’t be happier about it. She wished she could just spend the night with Hotch, cuddling on their couch, watching some crappy movie on the TV.

“What are you drinking? I’ll bring it to you.” The boy smiled at her, looking at y/n’s body.

“Oh, nothing, but thank you.”

“Come on. You came to a party and you’re not drinking? What are you, 40 or something?” he laughed. Y/n was offended, she wasn’t even 30 yet. “I’ll bring you a surprise drink then, I guess.”

“That’s really not necessary.” y/n tried to protest but then Aaron’s voice caught her attention in her earpiece.

“Drink something. But be careful.” he told her. Anything to blend in.

Many, many drinks (which Hotch didn’t know about) and about an hour later the unsub left the party through the back door, thankfully Emily and Derek were there quickly to arrest them. With that, today’s job was done and they could finally go home, however when Aaron notified y/n about the situation, he didn’t really get the answer he was thinking he would get.

“There’s a bit of a problem I think.” y/n slurred, making Hotch sigh. She didn’t listen to him about consuming just a bit of alcohol, enough to blend in. y/n was drunk, not a little and Aaron knew he had to get inside to take her out of there.

“Are you okay, y/n? I’m going in to get you, where are you exactly?” he asked while making his way into the house.

Answer from y/n about her position wasn’t necessary because as he went into the house, she was in the middle of the room dancing with a lot of drunk and horny teenagers. He looked at his girlfriend then locked eyes with one of the boys next to y/n.

“Yo, who’s that old man there?” he asked the others and y/n head snapped to the direction where Aaron stood, eyes widening.

“Shit. Um, that’s my daddy, I actually sneaked out of the house. I think he’s here to get me and lock me in my bedroom forever.” she slurred laughing at her own lie.

Aaron made his way to y/n and grabbed her hand to take her out to the fresh air.

“Wait no! This is a really good song, can we wait until it ends? Pretty please!” she said, looking at him, praying with her hands. Aaron raised an eyebrow at her.

“Let’s just go outside, you can hear it there perfectly well y/n, come on.”

Aaron realized quickly that y/n being drunk was an understatement. She was wasted. Barely able to stand, let alone walk. He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her outside.

“Forwarrrrrd, march!” y/n sang along as she in fact tried to march forward, only to fall face forward onto the muddy grass.

“Jesus, y/n!” Hotch tried to pick her up but she just flowed out of his hands like liquid. y/n laughed and after some time she stood up so they could actually start walking out of the party. She tried to dance to the music while walking but she was so intoxicated, it seemed like she had a serious seizure and Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at her girlfriend.

“Go left, go right, go left!” y/n shouted and took a step in the wrong direction, almost falling again but Hotch catched her successfully. It felt like a whole new mission to him. Rescuing Agent y/l/n out of a house party.

“Honey, that’s the wrong direction.” he said softly to her but she just continued to sing along, well it was more like one big slur.

“Hmmm the alcohol is free here, did you know that? This is my new favourite bar!” y/n said excitedly. They were almost out of the gates when she suddenly stopped holding up a finger.

“What? Are you sick?”

“Nooooo, Hotchy Potchy, I’m waiting for my part.” she babbled like a toddler, smiling wide.

“Your part?” Hotch furrowed his brows, having a really hard time understanding his own partner. Before y/n could answer him, she started singing again.

“Weee arrre running to the railroad trackkkk, run alonggg with Captain Jack!” the she abruptly stopped her singing and seemed to be thinking for a minute. Hotch didn’t say anything just waited patiently. “Actually, I haven’t seen Captain Jack in this party, so I don’t really know where i’m supposed to run.”

Aaron just laughed at her face; confusion mixed with a bit of sadness.

“Sweetheart. Let’s just run to the car okay?”

“Is Captain Jack in the car?” she looked at him squinting her eyes.

“Yes, he’s definitely there. Now come on.” he laughed, placing his hand on y/n’s waist, leading her out of the gates but she stopped again. Aaron sighed looking at her.

“Wait. I want a kiss first. I might be able to run faster if you kiss me.” she slurred and he just laughed and kissed her softly.

“What the fuck? You’re a freak! Why are you kissing your own father?” the boy from inside yelled at y/n and everyone else looked at them in disgust. y/n’s eyes widened as she took Aaron’s hand and started running outside to the car. They definitely just killed the party.

When Aaron helped y/n into the passenger seat, she seemed to forget about Captain Jack being in the car. Instead, when he got into the car and sped down the road y/n looked at him, deep in thought.

“Hmmm. It was a really good song, I just don’t know what those few foreign lines mean.” she said and looked out the window. He raised an eyebrow, he knew the song very well and he knew it didn’t have any lines that were not in English.

“Which lines do you mean?” he asked, unable to hide a smile.

“Deedado.” she said simply. Hotch just snorted.

“What?”

“Deedado, badeedado, badeedadeedadeedado. And then it’s half English. She sings badadadeedado, left right right left. I don’t know what it means.” y/n said confused.

“Love, I think you should close your eyes and relax until we get home. Then I'll put you into bed, okay?” Aaron said smiling looking at y/n who was already fighting sleep.

Eventually she fell asleep in the car and Aaron couldn’t wake her up when they got home so he just picked her up and placed her into their bed.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotch fanfiction #Spotify

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ro-written · 1 year ago

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Don't Wanna Fall In Love pt. 2 - C.Y

A/N: Listen..I know. It’s been a hot minute lmao. I gotta say, when I first wrote this part, I hated it and literally left it to sit for a while. I finally came back to it and now I don’t mind it! Go figure that lmaoooo, but anywhosies! I’m not gonna promise when the next part will be out, but thank yall for sticking with me thus far.

Tags/Warnings: gn!reader (I used they/them pronouns at one point), Yeonjun Has Feelings (™), reader slips on wet bricks and busts their ass, nothing crazy happens honestly

Word Count: 3.2k

Playlist:

“Clouds” by BØRNS “Tek It” by Cafuné

Next Part (Coming Soon!)

Winter break gave you a month to forget about Choi Yeonjun.

Somewhat.

You attempted to stay busy by visiting some friends and some family. You picked up some extra hours at your job to make a little extra cash for Christmas gifts. You started a new book AND a new series on TV.

Yet there were moments when your brain would flit back to his face when you closed the door on him. Like now, how you had scanned over this sentence in the book at least 7 times now and all you could think about were his eyes. How they watched you as you shut it. How his lips seemed to frown when you looked away from him, looking like he wanted to say something more. All you could think about was the small exchange between you two.

“I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, Yeonjun…I’ll definitely see you around.”

You would smack your head lightly when you thought of that moment to try and refocus.

What bothered you the most was the fact that you couldn’t remember the night with him. All you could remember was that you invited him in. Nothing else. You wanted to ask him what he remembered, to see what exactly happened last night. But ultimately, you’d rather steer clear of him. The least amount of contact to keep from drawing any attention.

—

It annoyed him. All of it.

He couldn’t stop thinking of you. How you looked that night, the sound of your voice, how you smelled. He kept replaying all of it in his head.

Especially the moment you rushed him out of your apartment.

He remembered how panicked your face looked, and it bothered him. He tried looking for you around campus before he went home for the break, but any time he caught a glimpse of you, it seemed as if you were in a hurry to get somewhere else.

He even found you on social media, something he really only used when he remembered it existed. When he found your account, he immediately followed you so he could message you. But you never followed back, and he didn’t want to seem weird reaching out to you. Bad enough he stalked your handle out without asking you for it.

He wasn’t winning himself any brownie points.

And for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he was acting this way. Why he wanted so badly to talk to you about that night. He typically would immediately forget about his temporary companions within a few days. But he supposes you aren’t his typical companion.

Hell, you didn’t even sleep with him, to begin with.

He remembered quite a bit of the night. He walked you back home, you brought him inside to help sober up a bit, and you both sat on the couch talking about various things. Unlike what he was expecting, where most people immediately dragged him to the bedroom, you sat and talked. Both his and your words were messy and jumbled up, a bit slurred from the drinks you had, but you talked with him.

You listened to him talk about his interest in music, his favorite artists, and his passion for dancing. He spoke about his interest in fashion, and how he loved expressing his identity and personality through his clothes. He talked about his love for his best friends, and how they were the brothers that he never had. You cared about what he had to say, even while tipsy.

Just thinking about it made his face burn a bit, the corners of his lips twitching a bit. He could remember how your tired eyes kept their attention on him, nodding along with what he said. Even as they drooped, you would respond to everything.

“Yeonjun,” Taehyun kicked his foot, bringing him out of his thoughts. Yeonjun’s face looked up from where he was staring at the floor, seeing all four of his best friends’ eyes looking at him.

“You’ve been spaced out for the past ten minutes,” Hyuka filled in.

Yeonjun nodded, giving them all an apologetic smile, and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry guys, just been out of it recently.”

“You’ve been out of it since after the end-of-semester party.” Soobin pointed out. Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, not realizing that his restlessness had been so noticeable all this time. “Something happen?” Soobin’s smirk suggested something else underlying his “innocent” question. Yeonjun just rolled his eyes and tried to refocus on the book he had been reading.

They went to Beomgyu’s uncle’s cabin for a few days before school started back up, wanting to get away from the ever-alive city. They had all agreed that they needed some bonding time together (even though they considered themselves brothers) and needed to be disconnected from the rest of the world before school pulled them back into the depths of studying. It was nice to just be near his friends and be himself, not having to be “The Fabulous Five” for a minute. Stupid name.

“Didn’t you leave out with someone?” Beomgyu piped up, tilting his head and causing the black hair he was growing out the fall in his face. “I thought I saw you head out, but I couldn’t see who you left with. Must have done a real number on you.” He snickered, turning to laugh with the others.

Yeonjun clenched his jaw at his friends’ remarks. Typically he would laugh along with them, even if they were picking on him and his bedroom tendencies. But this time around, with him feeling so conflicted about his emotions towards you, it caused him to just grow agitated.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone that night,” he bluntly remarked back without looking up.

Actually, he hasn’t slept with anyone after that night either. But until they pieced that together, he was not freely offering that information up.

“But you left with someone, didn’t you?” Soobin’s voice piped back up, and Yeonjun rolled his eyes before finally looking at his friends spread around the room. He saw the looks they were all giving him. Ones that told him they were not planning on leaving him alone until he told them the details. He let out an exasperated sigh before setting his book down and marking the page he was on.

“Yes, I left out with someone that night. No, we did not have sex. We simply…talked. And we ended up falling asleep. I left out in the morning. That’s all there is to it.”

Except he knew that he was lying. There was undoubtedly more to it that he wasn’t letting on, given his recent habit of spacing out so much that his friends picked up on.

“Hyung,” Hyuka finally spoke up from his seated position on the floor across the coffee table. “You know you can tell us if something happened. It’s obviously bothering you.” He offered Jjun a sweet smile, one the older knew he would have trouble saying no to. He took yet another sigh, sitting up from his spread position on the couch.

“It’s just…” he slightly trailed off, not knowing what exactly he wanted to say. He hadn’t had feelings like these, whatever these were, in a few years.

“We just talked, you know? It was the first time someone outside of you all actually had an interest in what I had to say rather than just my body. Someone was interested in getting to know me beyond the surface level and…and then I was just pushed out in the morning. I was told it was all a ‘mistake.’ But what’s even worse is that I don’t even know how I feel about this person.”

Yeonjun stared down at where he was picking at his nails, slightly nervous at looking at his friends’ faces. He knows that they all remember the last relationship, and he doesn’t quite want to hear them remind him of it.

“That’s…” Taehyun reached out and put a hand on Yeonjun’s knee, offering some comfort. “It makes sense. Do you know why this other person rushed you out? Have you tried to reach out at all?”

“I have but it just seems like they don’t want anything to do with me. And, I don’t know, I just felt like we had kind of connected that night.” Taehyun looked at Soobin while Yeonjun’s head was still down, giving a look that was hard to decipher.

“If you’re really into them,” Beomgyu piped up. “I say it doesn’t hurt to maybe go to them in person when we get back to campus. See what their deal is. Maybe they don’t know how to approach you.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked at his friend with sympathetic eyes.

“Yeah, 'cause you’re the least approachable out of us,” Hyuka smirked and Beomgyu lightly shoved him, causing Yeonjun to smile, finally relaxing a bit.

Jjun nodded and looked around at his brothers. “I’m definitely going to try.”

—

First day of the Spring semester…and you completely embarrassed yourself in front of your classroom building. Of course, the rain was pouring heavily as you walked down the sidewalk, making you slide across the bricks. You didn’t have your rain boots anymore after someone (read: Jung Wooyoung) put them in the washer and dryer. So now you were stuck with your sneakers trying to watch where you trekked. It took carefully placed steps and really thinking about your walking for you to almost make it to your class without busting your ass.

Almost.

Because, just as you were only a few steps from the door, you made the worst mistake of your life, and stepped on the wrong brick. Your foot slipped from under you, and your umbrella went up into the air as you put your hands down to catch yourself from completely bruising your behind.

“Mother fucker,” you hissed out, placing a hand on your lower back as a shot of pain went through your body.

“Are you okay?” A voice asked from behind you called out over the heavy rain. Awesome.

A firm hand grabs at your bicep, gently helping you up as you slightly limped over to where your umbrella fell, pulling it over your head so you could keep yourself from getting any more drenched.

“Sorry, yeah I’m good, just didn’t–” You turned around to face the person who helped you up, only for the rest of your words to get caught in your throat.

Choi. Yeonjun. Of fucking course.

“Oh, hey.” It was all you could muster in your surprised state, and you were sure your voice gave away your shock. You hadn’t expected to run into him on your first day back, but here you were anyways. In fact, thinking over it, you were surprised to see him on this side of campus. He was a fashion and music double major…so what was he doing at the math building?

“How ha–”

“Sorry, I gotta…gotta get to class.” You interrupted him and gripping your umbrella tightly in your one hand, rushed to the front door to pull it open. You don’t typically consider yourself to be a rude person, not normally interrupting someone in the middle of their sentences and rushing off like that. But every time you had spotted Yeonjun since that night in your apartment, you would hurry off or hide. Simply put, you just didn’t want to deal with those feelings, nor draw any attention that came with interacting with him. And if dodging and ducking him was what you had to do for the rest of your time at the school, then so be it.

You hurriedly found your class, opening the door and finding a seat towards the farthest side of the room away from the door, somewhere in the middle. You took a deep breath, trying to slow your beating heart from everything that had happened in the past 10 minutes. You shifted a bit, thankful that these seats were cloth rather than the colder plastic the other buildings tended to have. It helped considering the backside of your jeans was still very wet and cold.

Sitting for a second, you took a moment to recollect yourself. All you had to do was make it through this semester, and then it would be summertime. He would forget all about you over the summer with his summer flings, and the rest of your time here would be fine. No dodging or diving. Your only job now was to focus on classes and made sure you finished off the year strong. Not only did you have schoolwork, but you had your friends, family, and job to worry about. As well as the future, of course. That would take your mind off Yeonjun.

Pulling out your laptop and a notebook, you heard the door to the room open up, letting out a loud groan from its age. A small gasp came from behind you, and some murmurs filled the room. Quirking an eyebrow, you looked up from your laptop.

Your eyes widened, meeting the last person you wanted to see.

Choi. Yeon. Jun.

—

Every class, you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, and it would cause you to lose focus. The first few times you tried to shrug it off. You figured that, eventually, he would have to give up. He would have to get tired of chasing you around. To your dismay, you’d come to find out that Choi Yeonjun was a very persistent man, and as the staring didn’t stop, you ultimately got irritated by it.

A few times you would turn your head around, attempting to not bring too much attention, and try to give him a glare, telling him to knock it off. However, this time, as soon as you turned your head around, he would be the one to look away, a small smirk playing on his lips. It would make you clench your jaw in frustration, but you would have to learn how to block it out.

Another routine that persisted in your shared class was that, after each session, he would quickly pack up and start making his way over to you. And you in turn, seeing him approach you out of the corner of your eye, would pack your things faster and borderline sprint to the door, knowing the last thing you needed now was him talking to you in front of the class.

He couldn’t understand it. He knew now that you were trying to avoid him, seeing you walk quicker every time you noticed him. But he didn’t understand why. You seemed so interested in him that night. You both talked about everything, talked about who you were as people. Who you both hoped to become in the future.

So why were you being so cold now?

—

“Why are you avoiding me?

“Huh?”

You had been leaving your last class to catch the bus to get to your apartment. However, when a hand grabbed at your arm and dragged you into an empty classroom, you couldn’t help but let out a small yelp of surprise, your other hand coming up ready to stat hitting at whoever it was.

Only, when you saw who it was, you lowered your arm, despite still having half a mind to hit him for scaring you. His question didn’t quite fully register in your brain due to the sizzy nature of everything happening so fast.

His eyes narrowed at you, jaw tensed. “You’re avoiding me. Why?”

You moved so his hand would let go of your bicep, shifting around your bag in order to keep your hands busy. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do, (Y/N). You know exactly what I’m talking about. You always run the opposite way when you see me, you respond to everything I say in less than three words, and you’re looking at me right now like I’ve grown two heads. So why are you avoiding me?”

Your eyes rolled and you planted your feet down, standing your ground as you looked him in the eye. “God, Yeonjun, I told you that night was a mis–”

“I know. You said that, and I know that’s what you think.” His teeth gritted.

“Look all we did was sleep together and that’s it, I don’t understand why I am so different from all your other conquests.”

His brain felt like it just did tripped over itself, and it took him a second to thoroughly process the words you said to him.

“Wh–...So…Wait you’ve been avoiding me because you think we fucked?” His eyebrows shot up in shock and you slowly nodded your head, confused at what he was trying to say. He let out a scoff before a chuckle, turning his head to the door that he had pushed you through.

“God, if I had realized…” he trailed off, and your eyebrows pulled taut at where he was going. He finally leveled with your eyes and let out a deep sigh. “(Y/N), we didn’t have sex that night.”

He may as well have splashed ice-cold water on you with the way you froze. Your eyes went wide at his admission and you felt - and probably looked - like a deer in headlights. Your eyes went unfocused and fuzzy. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment at the fact that you had been dodging him the entire time for something that never actually happened.

“That night,” he continued, looking down at where his hands started to fidget. “We went back to your apartment, and you asked me to come inside so I could sober up. I did think at first that you were about to lead me into your bedroom. I mean, that’s what I’m used to. But you told me to sit on the couch and you went to get us both some water.”

A flash of a blurry memory played in your head, remembering how your head was slightly spinning filling the cups and walking back to the living room.

“And then we just started to talk. That was really all it was. Us talking about…well, everything. We talked about school and then that led to us talking about what we wanted to do in the future and our hobbies–”

“You really like J.Cole.” You interrupted him and watched as his eyes shot up to meet yours. “And…and you want to wear skirts more because you enjoy the feminine look it adds to your style.”

A smile graced his face, his eyes lighting up at the small details you happened to remember. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but it made your heart flutter in the tiniest bit. “Exactly.”

His hand twitched, and he looked as if he was considering something, before he shook his head and continued to play with the skin around his nails.

“It’s just,” he continued as he stared at his hands once more. “I really enjoyed our talk. It felt as if…it felt like someone saw me. And…I don’t know, I was just wondering that, since you know all that now…” He clenched his fists, trying to find his words. Jesus christ, it shouldn’t be this hard.

Finally, he sputtered out his question. “I was wondering if it would be okay if we hung out a little?”

Once again, your body froze up.

“No.”

And you left the classroom.

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fryingpan1234567 · 2 years ago

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I have a new favorite ship in Empires and it’s just because of ONE POST by @this-tumbleweed-surecan-fish (yeah it’s that easy to give me a new OTP just ONE POST)

so here have some ship and normal character headcanons in my Empires college au because there is one piece of writing about them out there and it was a short post. literally fuck me

Pix, Joel, Lizzie, and fWhip. that’s the ship. I can’t believe this.

Joel is the tallest out of them and fWhip is the shortest

fWhip and Lizzie are really good at talking and Pix and Joel are really good at listening

They all have ADHD

When they’re in public they usually pretend to be two separate couples because the public isn’t exactly used to polyamory, and none of them are really ‘BE LOUD AND MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!’ people

Lizzie, Pix, and fWhip are all like parents to Hermes (that kid has literally five parental units what)

Speaking of Hermes!! The rest of them know of and are perfectly fine with Sausage, and he and Joel adopt Hermes one day because they find him on the streets and they couldn’t just leave him there, so. ✨child✨

fWhip and Pix are cave bros and love dark/ tight spaces, but Lizzie and Joel hate them

Pix does photography!!

And Joel does bouldering and climbing

As per Fish‘s post, they call each other gf/ bf/ wife/ husband even tho they don’t actually get married lol

Hermes made friends with one of the dodos in the orchard one day when Pix was watching him and now they’re besties; it’s like Disney Hercules and Pegasus

With that plus Lizzie’s zoology; fWhip’s cave creatures, and Sanctuary’s whole deal, he grows up to be a huge animal person

Anyways moving away from Hermes lmao

All of them flirt so aggressively help

MAKING FUN OF JIMMY TOGETHER

If they’re out and someone asks Lizzie if she’s there with anyone, because the four of them are hanging out together, they’ll all just laugh until the guy gets freaked out and leaves

They all get their hair dyed at least a little bit- Lizzie (obviously) goes all pink, Joel has his green stripe, and then Pix gets a navy blue one and fWhip does full teal and green until the roots grow back in orange. The idea was started because Lizzie was getting hers redone and asked if they wanted to participate (her kitten eyes were like a fucking off switch on their strength of will)

Everyone thinks Pix is the responsible one. He’s not. He’s just as crazy as the other three

Lizzie has dubbed herself mayor of all the pets in their dorm building, Joel drinks sketchy protein shakes with all normal ingredients other than a splash of water from the fountain outside the Historical Mythology building, fWhip reads hanging off the couch upside down like a fucking bat. Pix seems normal enough on the surface, but my man single-handedly discovered a new species of fruit trees in 3 variants, a thought to be extinct species, and a machine that’s been around since the beginning of time, and he considers emerald ore to be worth more than his life. He’s pretty far from ‘normal’

Pix runs the campus news channel, and his partners find it adorable and also kind of worrying when they walk into the living room at two in the morning for water to see Pix sitting on the floor, surrounded by stacks of paper and two laptops, three cups of coffee and one of tea, and him in the middle wearing sweats and one of Joel’s shirts/ no top if he couldn’t find any, scrambling to get the next weekly episode out. Once he had to record the voiceover around Hermits, and they harassed him the whole time and threw pencils when he made a bad joke

Lizzie and Pix got American driver’s licenses, but Joel insisted that ‘he was loyally British and he liked being British and unless America changed their shtewpid driving habits, he’d have the rest of them drive him around the whole time’

Dishes never get done in their household I swear to god

Uno/ board games/ video games are a fucking nightmare because they’re all scarily competitive

They like sleeping in one bed, but sometimes it’s too hot for that so there is two beds

They actually do go on trips!! It’s like a thing for birthdays and stuff that they’re taken somewhere

For example, they took Lizzie to the San Diego zoo, fWhip to the Carlsbad Caverns, Pix to the Smithsonian, and Joel to the Parthenon

When one of them is sick, they have a whole lot of simping from the rest of them

fWhip and Lizzie have morning classes, Pix and Joel have late ones (that usually means the first two are making/ getting dinner while the other two are in class)

Anyways. Them <33

#Pixlriffs #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #fWhip #ships #shipping #esmp #trafficshipping #college au #glass spouses

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dreamsthatyoucannotletgo12 · 2 years ago

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More Than Friends

Pairing: Na Jaemin × reader

Genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, slight jealousy, slight angst, happy ending.

Jaemin wasn’t the type of best friend who would be jealous easily. He was used to listening about all your new and old friends and everything about them that you liked or disliked. So it was totally not something you could easily point out to be the reason of his somehow annoyed state that though earlier avoidable, had now started to create some kind of a tension.

It’s been a week since Jaemin started avoiding you, cancelling your plans, using his comeback as an excuse which could have been understandable had Jaemin always done the same thing during their comebacks. He would always make time for you, but now that you saw him finding time to hang out with everyone but you, it did something within you and you started questioning if you had done something wrong. You knew what it was exactly that was hurting you besides the fact that your best friend was drifting apart.

You loved Jaemin and it scared you to think of how he would react if he came to know. You had loved him for aeons it seemed yet there wasn’t a way to confess. You had felt this before and you knew how much it would hurt you, if you drifted apart because of your stupid feelings.You tried confronting him about him being vexed but jaemin would always flash a smile and avoid all types of conversations.

Today you had been invited to the dreamies’ dorms for a movie night, so you gave up pondering and seeing that it was nearly time to leave, put on a casual oversized tee and track pants with a pair of white sneakers. You tied your hair in a bun before entering the dorm and were greeted by a bunch of chaotic boys obviously who made you laugh genuinely after a long hectic week.

They have always made you feel comfortable and were the reason how you got to know Jaemin and grow closer to him each passing day, finally becoming best friends. The dreamies were your family in a way and you smiled sitting on the couch as you saw mark and Jeno choosing movies to watch, Renjun and Jisung bringing in drinks, Chenle and haechan fighting about the choice of popcorn (lmao!). But Jaemin? Where was he? You ask Jeno about Jaemin who said Jaemin had a headache and would join later. You told the boys that you’d go check up him and went to the room only to find Jaemin sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone. You walked to him and squatted beside his bed, only for him to be a bit startled and sitting up trying to put up one of his snark comments which you sternly discard.

“Jeno said, you aren’t feeling well. What is it?”

“Just a headache, not in a mood to tolerate you and your stupidities aishh.” you rolled your eyes as he smiled. Oh how you loved that contagious smile of his. But you knew him enough to know that this was another of his many excuses to divert your attention. You got up and sat on the bed as Jaemin sat up straight looking at his phone. You weren’t going to let it go this time.

“Tell me Jaemin-ah, why have you been avoiding me since last week? Don’t make that face, look at me.” You placed a hand on his shoulder making him look up. Your eyes met and you wanted to hug him so much.

After a few attempts of not answering you, Jaemin sighed. “I’m tired (Y/n). I need a break. And it’s not like you aren’t happy without me. You hang out with so many people and especially Jackson. I don’t know if there’s something going on between you guys but it’s great! He definitely makes you feel really comfortable. I’m more of a tiring element haha. Also, I have a lot of better things to do, huh!” He was trying to lighten the mood in the latter part of whatever he said which you were trying to process.

You remained quiet, engrossed in your own thoughts when you felt Jaemin removing your hand which was still resting on his.” Should you tell him how you felt? Should you tell him how much Jackson had been trying to find out ways for you to confess to Jaemin and that’s what you have been doing at least half the time you two hung out?

Jackson, to be very honest, had really become one of the very few people that made you comfortable and not feel judged.

Yet, it wasn’t the same. It would never feel the same like it did when you were with Jaemin. He was the place you were homesick for. But, he would never feel anything more than a friendly jealousy right? It would only ruin your friendship and you loved him way too much for that.

As Jaemin got up, calling you to join the dreamies you ran and held his hand making him turn. “Why did you bring Jackson up?” why would you even ask that? You mentally cursed yourself.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” you say and leave past Jaemin who scoffs. Only if you knew.

As the movie night proceeded, with you guys watching Toy Story for the umpteenth time, you found yourself on the couch between Jeno and Mark. You three snuggled under a blanket with your head on Mark’s shoulder. Jaemin sat on the carpet in front of the couch.

You were pondering whether or not to confess to Jaemin when you were brought back to the world by Haechan’s comment “Jaemin-ah, your hair is so fluffy.” as he went to cuddle with a struggling Jaemin. You instinctively sat up straight and bent down in the front to caress Nana’s hair, to which he turned to look at you. Your eyes met yet again, a weird tension quite tangible, floating between you two. Haechan, sensing something, announced that everyone should go to sleep to which everyone agreed since they were falling asleep on the couches and on the carpet anyway.

Obviously, you shared a bed with Jaemin whenever you hung out with the boys but today you didn’t know how to. You and Jaemin were pushed to his room by Jeno who definitely was for some reason too eager to have you both settle in a room quickly. You gave in and got onto the bed with a reluctant Jaemin who joined anyway. Had it been any other night, you would have just talked but today you both murmured a goodnight and lied down.

And obviously, you kept shuffling because you so weren’t used to facing this type of an atmosphere.

“Can you stop fidgeting (Y/n)?” No, you couldn’t. After what seemed like hours Jaemin got up saying that he would rather sleep on the couch but you called his name quietly.

You pulled your knees closer to your chest and asked him, “Am I bothering you too much?”

Jaemin just looks at you. “I’m sorry but I'm not used to this. I don’t know how it came to this but it feels like we are drifting apart Jaemin-ah.”

“You are just overthinking. Go to sleep.” said jaemin who now looked everywhere but your eyes. You were trembling inside and it was showing now as you found Jaemin feeling your trembling fingers only to intertwine his his hands with yours, rubbing circles with his thumb. God how could you not love him.But how could you tell him? You tried leaving but suddenly you felt a pair of hands pushing you towards the wall. This time Jaemin had to. Yet you could not meet his eyes as you could feel tears threatening to fall. Jaemin gently put to fingers on your chin, making your eyes meet his doe like ones.

“I- I like you (Y/n). I…I am sorry. I know you love me too much but only as a friend. You asked me some time back, why i brought up Jackson in our conversation. I’m jealous. Not as a friend (Y/n). i thought staying away from you would help, using how you had people to care about you as an excuse would help, but nothing did. I’m scared and I have always been, of losing you and you might decide to not talk to me anymore but-” You cupped his face. A stray tear feel down your cheek.

“I like you too Jaemin-ah. No, i love you. I have for what feels liike ages now.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. You couldn’t believe yourself. Jaemin looked at you in shock by in some moments pulled you in a kiss, a passionate one that had so much longing and you felt as if a missing piece was back in its place. “You are the best thing that happened to me, said he, pulling back from the kiss. “You too Jaemin.” You smiled as he put your foreheads together, looking so fondly at you, you felt nothing but love.

#best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #confessions #kpop scenarios #nct fluff #nct #nct dream #jaemin #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #na jaemin #jealous #jealousconfession #kpop

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kimnjss · 3 years ago

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[ part seven of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

BACKSEAT BUSINESS

jungkook picked you from the crowd with one thing in mind. and he can’t wait to get started, no matter who’s around. // explicit. requested. 1.8k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, fingering, slight exhibitionism, taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing, mentions of oral (m. receiving), a smidge of angst at the end... jungkook is spoiled and entitled.

+ this is the first thing i’ve written in like a month, so if it’s trash go easy on me... i need to get used to writing again lmao

“kook's always gotta find a girl,” yoongi says with a roll of his eyes, words falling on deaf ears as the other six guys chat loudly about who's going in what car. plucked from the crowd toward the end of the show, you had no idea that the singer had spotted you. just assumed the extra time he was spending near your section was pure coincidence. imagine your shock when security was escorting you backstage.

he barely spoke when you were presented to him, just gave you a once over before waving off the man that had brought you. he's dropping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room. you're tucked into his side the entire time they stand around talking. he's not listening and you're too starstruck to chime in. although, you wouldn't have much to say on the topic.

they were deciding car sharing arrangements from the sound of it. the seven gorgeous men you had watched dance and sing their hearts out on stage, stood right in front of you, paying you no mind.

jungkook sits lazily spread out on the couch as if they're not discussing him not even ten feet away. the tips of his fingers have started drawing light patterns against your naked shoulder, causing goosebumps to lift. his words come as a whisper against your ear: “you look so good in your little dress...” middle finger tracing the hem of it for emphasis. “i can't wait to take you home with me,”

he notices the flush that rises on your cheeks at the end of his words., a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down. his lips are soft, warm against the clammy skin of your neck. at first, he lands light kisses on your skin – testing the waters... then all of a sudden his tongue is pushing out, rolling over a very specific spot before he's sucking that bit of skin past his teeth. you're letting out a gasp in surprise, hand shooting down to clutch his thigh as your eyes widen.

the sound pulls taehyung's attention. it's the first time he's looked at you and yes, he's just as intimidating up close. not a hint of what he's thinking is behind his stare and it has a thump of anxiety growing in your chest. you're just about to start full-on squirming when the corners of his lips lift into a small smile. “i'll ride with them, then. i don't mind.” he says with a shrug and as if that had been the dilemma all along, they're packing up to leave.

all jungkook had done, up til now, was kiss your neck a bit... honestly, you've done a lot more than simple necking – but by the time you're settling the backseat of the tinted window car, you're basically panting. he makes a show of waving off his fans, shouting promises of returning for another show.

as a fan, you're giddy to know that sometime soon they'd be coming back to perform again. as the girl seated beside him, waiting to be felt up – you were quickly growing annoyed... and impatient with his drawn out goodbye. he must sense that the moment he's rolling his window back up because he doesn't waste any time with crowding you.

one large hand laid flat on the center of your stomach while the other pushes your hair on the way, making room for the wet kisses he drags across your skin. it's hard to keep quiet with the way his skilled mouth works. love bites placed so deliberately there's no way you're able to fight the soft hums that fall from your lips. even with the full knowledge that kim taehyung is sat right next to you. like right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he manspreads... you could smell his cologne for crying out loud!

taehyung's sole focus is his phone, paying no mind to the way his bandmate pulls your legs apart or the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. as if it's far from the first time something like this has happened. and that's when it's clicking in your mind. this isn't the first time this has happened. it's routine, he didn't spot you in the crowd and have this unbearable need to be close to you.

he wasn't going to fall in love with you either. he simply wanted you and he was jeon jungkook, he got what he wanted. and as odd as it was, something about that turned you on even more. he wanted you. out of the ninety thousand people he could've chosen from, he chose you. for the night of course, but you were willing to take what you could get.

you're so lost in the fantasies and scenarios you're whipping up in your head, you don't even register the way he's pulled your legs apart. not until you're feeling the nudge of his fingers against your heat through the fabric of your panties. “make those pretty sounds for me,”

he's pushing your panties to the side, just enough for his fingers to reach through and brush against your exposed slit. the moan you let out isn't even all that loud, yet it catches the attention of the man seated beside you. tae tries to be subtle with the way he watches, holding his phone up as if that's where his focus is. it's obvious that's not the case and something about him watching you has a rush of excitement pooling between your legs.

jungkook chuckles fingers making their way to your now dripping hole. he doesn't say much else, eyes on you as he slowly pushes a finger through. and then another. he's moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him desperate for more. “you're squeezing me so tight... can't wait to fuck you open.” lips pressed to your ear as he speaks, pulling a desperate whine from your lips.

“jungkook, please...” legs spreading wider for him as your hips grind down into his palm. he's grinning, eyes flickering to the man next to you before he's picking up the pace of his fingers. fucking into you at such a rapid pace, you're not even able to contain the squeal that falls from your lips.

his thumb lifts to meet your clit, circling roughly against it with each thrust of his fingers. he can tell you're close to falling apart, from the way you grip his shirt and the untimed twitch of your hips. “think you can handle one more, baby?” mouth lazily tugging on your earlobe as he speaks.

and you're nodding frantically, spreading your legs wider for him paying no mind to the way your knee knocks against taehyung's thigh. “such a good girl. can't wait to feel you cum all over my dick. you want that too, huh?” three fingers pushed into the knuckle while his thumb slowly rolls your clit underneath it.

he's making you feel so good, you'd agree to anything at this point. which is why you're agreeing to his words instantly, begging him not to wait that long, to make you cum now. and he takes you up on that, pulling his fingers back before quickly pushing forward. the snap of his wrist has enough force behind it to make your hips hit against the seats.

urging you to cum with each push of his fingers, reaching deep enough to just barely brush up against that rough patch of skin inside of you. he doesn't let up on the circle on your clit, adding more pleasure and it's only a few moments until you feel yourself unraveling completely.

your orgasm washes over you entirely, head lulling back while you let out a gasped scream. legs shaking and fingers wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. chanting jumbled syllables that are meant to be his name, judging from the laugh he lets out you're not even slightly close to making sense.

jungkook only pulls his fingers down once you've calmed down completely, lifting the wet digits to show off how your juices glisten in the dim light. and then he's pushing them into his mouth, sucking your taste from them while humming softly. you're watching him, not being able to pull your attention from the way his tongue moves.

you barely register the way he leans down to press his lips to yours, not until the taste of you fills your own mouth. but, just as you're about to kiss him back, he's pulling away. dark eyes drinking you in before he's leaning back against the seats, hands moving toward the buttons of his jeans.

“get down and suck me off,” you're shooting him with a wide gaze, eyes shifting over to where taehyung sits, fake watching the same tiktok on his phone for the tenth time. jungkook follows your gaze, laughs softly before he's dropping his stare back onto you, forehead resting on your temple. “he's not even looking,”

the boner straining against his jeans says otherwise. sensing your hesitance, jungkook tries a different approach, lower lip pushing out to form a pout. the same pout you have saved on your phone over a thousand times. “but, i worked so hard today... don't i deserve a reward?” he's looking up at you through his lashes. “i'll fuck you so perfect when we get to the hotel,” heat pools between your legs at his words.

you make a mental note to end the weeks-long debate with your friends on who's the most spoiled out of the group. it's jungkook, hands down. the youngest in the biggest group in the world, of course, it was him. he expected the entire world to get down on their knees with a simple pout of his lips... which is exactly why you're lowering yourself onto the surprisingly soft car carpet.

he does, in fact, as he put it 'fuck you so perfect when you get to the hotel'. from the moment you're closing the door to well after two in the morning, he's inside you. tossing you around, holding you down... fucking you open until your body shakes with overstimulation. and then some more after that.

he calls you baby, but you're sure it doesn't mean anything. just that he never bothered to get your name. even in the early hours of the morning when you're being woken up by his security guard, ready to escort you out. he tosses his phone in your direction, half awake and telling you to put your number in. you know he won't call as you type out the digits, but you're still giddy that he asked.

eyes still closed as you leave, not even bothering to muster a proper goodbye. and while for you, this night will be a story you tell the grandkids... you know it'll end up being just another blur in his wild rockstar life.

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feralaot · 3 years ago

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happy almost new year I am wishing you all an uneventful 2022, may we finally have a year of relative quiet (unlikely)

AOT on New Year's Eve

drugs and alcohol cw

modern

eren

literally nobody asked him to throw a party. no one. his entire house reeks of weed and cigarettes and nobody wants to sit on his couches because who knows what's on there.

he invites his pals anyway, and they show up reluctantly, because if they don't he will text them nonstop for a week after midnight trying to figure out if he pissed them off or something. no dude, just clean your house

armin and annie

oh, my dear boy. parties make him anxious so he really doesn't enjoy them. he can't drink because he'll get sick. well, he gets sick anyway, he has a surprisingly sensitive stomach and it's worse when he's anxious. thus, our angel spends a lot of his time in the bathroom. last year he missed midnight because of it.

annie, on the other hand, sits on the floor of the living room or wherever they may be and either reads the labels of whatever she can find or looks around for any pets. now, if reiner is there, she is picking a fight, but that's a different story

mikasa

is slightly intoxicated on wine before she even gets to the celebration at eren's. sometimes she needs to be in order to listen to him without tearing her hair out.

jean, connie, marco, and sasha

they're together all night so.... putting them as one. oddly enough none of them really care about midnight they just use it as an excuse to hang out and have gummies that jean got from his cousin. marco eats way more gummies than he should because it helps his tics and jean always has to tell him to stop at some point.

thus, while jean, connie, and sasha are having a toast at midnight for the hell of it, marco is flat on the couch babbling about how he can't feel his teeth

historia and ymir

they usually just go out drinking a bit in the evening then have one of their friends bring them home so they can stay in together and watch the countdown themselves.

they rarely show up at new year's parties but when they do it's usually historia's idea and ymir just gets dragged along. they have had to leave several times because of fights being started.

erwin, levi, and hange

they are literally just. two gen x's and their millennial pal. it literally does not matter how much erwin drinks, he's calm the whole time and doesn't really make it obvious. levi doesn't drink at all he will literally just have tea. yes, tea, even on new year's eve.

hange sometimes has to be evicted into the garage for timeout because they get way too hype at the countdown and have on several occasions broken something in the living room at midnight

reiner and bertholdt

they usually just hang out with their dog but might bring her with them if they decide to visit friends for the night. she's their anchor to make sure they don't get carried away with alcohol or what have you because they still have to be responsible dads obviously

bert has a very low social battery and is most likely asleep not even five minutes past midnight. reiner however takes a while to get relaxed so he usually just tries to read for a bit while bert kicks around in his sleep lmao

porco and pieck

they literally just stay in his room with his cat and tune out the tv until midnight because they both think the performances are garbage. every now and then though they'll turn it up and ruthlessly judge the performer whether it be their outfit, moves, lipsyncing, etc. or if they just don't like the person in general because they're both spiteful of celebrities

zeke

sits either on a chair or couch, silently, 12oz can of cerveza palma in one hand, cigarette in the other, continuously checking his watch even though the time is on the tv. blows one of those paper party horns at exactly 12:00am then gets up and goes to bed

yelena

if the major news networks didn't know who she was on december 31 they definitely will on january 1.

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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OKAY LISTEN idk if someone or you already planned sth like this but how about y/n finally decides to confess/tell jk but someone else claims to be her before she could do it so * cue to the angst bc y/n sees the whole thing/she hears from her friends * and ofc koo eventually finds out bc that b*tch doesn't even have the fucking lunchboxes 😑

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo's the three-peat king for having the best research papers, but he's the worst when it comes to believing the right person

"i think i'm gonna tell him."

you say it to no one in particular, really, but you hear yoongi rISING from his nap on the couch

it wasn't meant to wake him at all

it was just an epiphany of sorts that popped into your head

physically felt as if your head would just bursT if you didn't say it out loud to affirm your own thoughts lmao

"for real???" he's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, very evident that he wouldn't wake up to finish his thirteen pending assignments but he 10/10 would wake up to hear your epiphany

yoongi is awake for the action!!!! lmao does professor roux from calculus think that he wakes up at the morning and doing shapes (or whatever they teach at calc) is the fIRST thing in his mind????

"interesting," he nods solemnly when you nod your head, reaching out for a fist bump before he plops to your shoulder, "i suggest dressing like a virgin wearing H&M when you confess. it would hit close to home."

yoongi's the touchy affectionate one between the two of you but you'll forgive him bc he's still sleepy

NOOOOOOO

jungkook doesn't look like a virgin wearing H&M :((((

his clothes aren't from there lol

"pass."

"say that you're a top verified contributor both in quora and brainly."

PLEAAAAAASE SJWHSHWHHWV

"nice idea," you snort as yoongs genuinely thinks that it'd get jungkook to propose on the spot, "but no cigar."

"pretend to love big bang theory."

"you're getting onto something here."

"your hobby is fact-checking rick and morty."

"yoongi wow you are on fIRE today-"

"your guilty pleasure is not wearing protective gear during experiments."

"where is this coming from??"

"OH!!!! i'll pretend to mug him or something and you can attack me!!!"

....

??????

yeah yoongi's train of thought just crashed

you were pretty sure he was going on a science theme there wHY DID IT DERAIL

yoongi looks confused because you look confused, as if he didn't just give you the mindblowing idea,, free of charge

lol but no he really didn't

"i'm not doing any of that shit, yoongs."

"oh yeah???" he squints at you and hollows his cheeks, taunting you entertainingly while he worms his way to your lap to nap again

"what are you planning to do?"

holy sHIT this is nerve-wracking

she feels like she's gonna pass out the whole time that she's been rehearsing this in her head

she's been waiting outside the classroom for twenty minutes now and the bell finally rang and she can't believe it!!!! omg is it game-time now

everyone's filing out of the room and she could just feel that jungkook would come out of the room last-

ALRIGHT FUCK THE BELL RANG

you could do this!!!!

everyone's filing out of the room and you know in your heart that jungkook would stay behind, his routine being to politely chat with the professor before he leaves

you're a lil nervous alright

you're scanning the room and there's only a few people left and your eyes instinctively go to the mini desk next to the door and-

FUCK

DID YOU FORGET TO BRING IT HOME YESTERDAY??????

goddamn it

yesterday was when coach jeong was mad because someone from your team just hAD to bring beer!!! and not even have the common sense to put it on a discreet thermos or sth and you know!!!! to not drink it in public or in front of the coach!!!!

doing laps on the oval field will now make you hurl on command just by thinking about it

you physically did not have the cognizance to go and fetch the lunchbox to wash it,,,, or like even move at all

FUCK IT

how are you gonna swipe the lunchbox now? now when the professor's packing up, jungkook's loitering around the classroom, and there's this girl who's-

wait

who's this girl??

who is she and wHY IS SHE EYEING THE LUNCHBOX

fuck it!!! here goes nothing

she's stepping completely into the room and making sure her block heels generate enough clacking,, hands already moving in practiced moments as she attempts in making it seem like she's rushedly putting the lunchbox bag into her tote — as if it's from there, and she's always done this

jungkook hears noises coming from the back of the room, eyes widening before he comes up the stairs in record time

"no. get your own."

he grips the girl's wrist, about to pry off her hands from his lunchbox

he hears her giggle sweetly, the melody being something he's heard before

"i did. after all, i did get you these."

"hyeji?"

hyeji's a pretty girl!!! a nice girl in jungkook's year that wears fit dresses and cartier bangles :D

she stands out really, sometimes literally because she appears in the school's flyers and advertisements

"hyeji," jungkook breathlessly connects the dots including the fact that she looks caught in the act; holding his lunchbox, her tote bag open, and a peek of another completely different lunchbox in her other hand, "i-it's been you this whole time?"

hyeji blushes, sheepishly tucking her perfectly shiny and neat hair behind her ears, "you caught me then."

kook laughs both in nervousness and giddiness, pushing his glasses up and suddenly conscious that he should've worn contacts, "b-but how? we don't share this class."

hyeji bursts into a giggle, blushed cheeks staining further than the five minutes she tried getting the perfect amount

"r-right! kinda amazing what depths you'd go for a person you like, hm?"

jungkook is about to pass out

HE'S PUT IN A SITUATION

a situation that he likes and is too giddy to find a reply for

he apparently doesn't need a reply, because a chair scrapes harshly against the floor and it brings him down to reality immediately

you cannot fucking believe what you just witnessed

you stand abruptly from the seat you've been frozen in with a great deal of urgency because you cAN'T stand to be in this room any longer

they actually forgot that the two of them aren't alone

that you're still here

little miss hyeji's just as shocked

you feel stupid and even more stupid that you're still holding a stupid notebook you even decorated

it has a doodle in the front and all the remaining pages are of the copies you've replicated on jungkook's sticky notes — the same ones you've been trying to make perfect just for him

"y/n!" he sputters when your backpack accidentally leans too much to your side and hits him on the way out

"move."

you’re feeling everything but fine and god you just hated that you always willed yourself to move oN

you’re beyond mad when you put on your jersey!!!

you’re irrevocably dejected when you put on your cleats!!!!

you feel cheated on when you zip up your duffel and walk all the way to the field!!!

it’s a combination of the type of frustration that makes you want to move plus the type that paralyzes you, the whole thing unlike anything you’ve ever felt before

you’re clearly in your head and frankly, you’re just too good

too good that there's no game at all because the only thing happening is you scoring

there's no passing going on or the sort

everyone is just :O looking at their captain to be in the most furiously determined state that they’ve ever seen you in

you don’t even realize that you’re the oNLY one moving in the whole field

“alright, alright — jesus christ! go to the bench and sort your head out, captain,” coach jeong literally has to JOG over to your spot to jolt you

oh there he is again

jaehyun just had to bench you didn’t he

sometimes it’s lost on you that jaehyun, just like seokjin, used to be your senior

he hated juniors with a burning passion and you’re the ONLY one he’s taken a tolerance for

((you lent him your umbrella and it coincidentially had to be a bad day for him tHEN that made him like you))

you’re having none of it though because this time, you’re the one who has the bad day and the captain title does nothing to appease you

“sure, coach.”

you mumble just as lively and walk to completely the fURTHEST side of the bleachers, being so far out that you could barely see your team

what are you supposed to do? simmer in the thoughts you so badly didn’t want to have in silence??????

"y/n?"

the voice you least expected to hear perks up right next to you

what the hell is jungkook doing here now??

he looks lost, two hands clinging onto his backpack straps before tentatively looking at you again

“did i do anything to upset you?”

so he wants to ask that?

you snort automatically, suddenly wishing that you didn’t walk this far because you can’t make an excuse that jaehyun’s calling for you

"because my bag accidentally hit you on the way out? no, jungkook."

jungkook knits his brows in question, seemingly take offense to what you’ve just said to hom

"we're not exactly associated for me to be mad at you, are we?" you emphasize even further, not caring the least bit that your words have an edge to them

he deadpans, pursing his lips before sarcastically smiling at you

".... so you're upset at me?"

://

jungkook takes your silence for him to delve further, not paying attention to how your eye is begging to twitch at him

"i asked if i did anything to upset you, and you said no. but that doesn't necessarily mean you aren't. you could be upset at me even if i didn't do anything to you."

wow

you sound like a real fucking nerd jungkook

"do you have any idea how condescending you sound right now?"

kook barely has a solid inch on you yet the nagging feeling that he’s belittling you makes you grip your fists tight, posture wavering

"so you do admit that you're upset at me?"

he’s not the most patient person either but something about you and the situation right now just makes him tick a little faster

your eyes narrow at what he’s aiming to get at, your hand on your hip feeling heavy at this point

"what does it matter to you if i'm upset or not? we are not-"

"i am associated to you!!! even to a degree!!! you walked me home!"

jungkook is the one who breaks first and he doesn’t look fazed to have opposed you so loudly, still standing by himself

"i would walk anyone home."

"no you wouldn't-"

"i would walk anyone who was as vulnerable and as anxious as you were, jungkook!!"

it is true

you’d walk anyone home within reason regardless if they were jungkook or not!!!

the guy in question only looks at you straightly, brows not stubborn but still just as unrelaxed

:((

"good to know. then you're not upset at me, and i didn't do anything to upset you."

"sure."

you only say just to spite him, about to turn your back and leave him completely to go back to your practice game

jungkook surprises you again and flips a switch just as quick as your mini argument of sorts escalated

"anyways!! i'm sorry for being a little off when i interviewed you that day. i got a 100 on that assignment, by the way :))"

what?

what’s he still doing here?

he’s talking about his grades and whatnot to you as if literally twenty seconds ago did nOT happen!!

"why are you still-"

"and the one who's been giving me my lunchboxes confessed to me today!! for hyeji to be the girl giving me them, it makes perfect sense."

you shrug away the weirdness that jungkook’s moved on from the argument as fast as this, trying a take two for a peaceful conversation

this time, you’re the one who unknowingly flips a switch at her name — something so foreign and sudden yet something you quickly grew to hate

"i wouldn't be so trusting if i were you."

that seems to hit a nerve on him again, making him scoff in reply

"good thing you aren't me then."

what is ON with him????

"watch it. i'm your senior, kid."

you’re more irritated than the first and second time around that you’ve been agitated this day

"why? are you normally this self-absorbed that you wouldn't trust a girl who's confessed??"

self-absorbed?

you aren’t the most selfless person ever but god do you know for a fact that you’re not vain as jungkook’s insisting you to be

you hate him.

you hate this version of him that isn’t the same jungkook you’ve known to like ever since the start of the semester

"same thing as polygraphs not being a hundred percent reliable. anyone could tell the truth as long as you ask the wrong questions," you detail on further because jungkook loves details, right? might as well give him several

"or did you even ask?"

jungkook scowls as if you’ve insulted his mother and his entire lineage, face contorting into everything but warm

"what does it matter to you? didn't you just tell me that we aren't associated? why are you projecting all your moaning on hyeji?"

WHAT

WHAT????

"you know what? maybe i am associated to you. i think i'd also tell this to everyone i'd walk home — maybe you shouldn't be too trusting, huh? maybe you shouldn't just let anyone walk you home."

the tears this time are more insistent to come out this time but you’d rather dIE than for jungkook to stain your pride like this

"no one should walk me home, besides you? is that what you're trying to say?"

no!!

for fuck's sake you aren't even finished with your point!!

before you could continue, jungkook shakes his head at you — the most disappointing shake of his head that it curses you soft

"what am i even doing? you wouldn't understand."

he closes the distance that’s been alarmingly shorter throughout the whole time, jungkook being the one to break it

"because no one gives you lunchboxes. no one exerts effort in making you cheerful — no one wants to go the extra mile for you, and no one wants to walk you home."

he's insulting you right to your face and that’s when your dam breaks, lips quivering impossibly as you stare him down with a genuinely pained gaze you didn’t know you carried

"you wouldn't know what i feel, because no one likes you."

jungkook gets the last word in.

he leaves you in the same field he's first approached you in nervousness.

today, he leaves it differently.

sweat isn't the only thing on your face but instead it’s the frustrating hot tears you haven’t had in awhile

your fists are balled but there's no power to the anger behind it

you’re almost always alone outside the company of the closest friends you’ve ever had — but this is the only time that you truly felt that you are alone.

today's a good day to give up on jungkook.

#WHAT DO WE THINK BESTIES!!!!!! alr this was the confrontation piece with all that build-up :D the pain #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook drabble #jungkook drabbles #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook angst imagine

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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl PART 12

part 11 is here

spotify playlist

mood board/visuals for the fic

word count: 7.7k because i was big time slacking.

warnings include formalized s*x work, so minors DNI!!! smut, (obviously) drinking, some serious messy relationship issues, a lot of crying in this chapter in the next but i had so much fun writing the next couple parts so i promise it's worth it lmao

Aaron

I'd never seen anyone move so quickly. I'd barely had time to scramble off the bed and search for my clothes and she was already dressed and hugging the toilet in my bathroom. I had no idea what was happening, but it was so sudden that I had no clue how to react.

"Can I come in or should I stay out here?"

"Could you maybe get me a glass of water?" I barely heard her, her voice was strained, but I had no clue what I'd done, so I went to the kitchen and did as she asked, lingering on the other side of the house. When I heard her open the door and wander down the hall, I was met with the happiest face I had ever seen. She definitely didn't look like she'd just lost all of her dinner, that's for certain.

"You're... alright?"

"I'm great! I need to go to my place and brush my teeth, and the moon will be out soon," she reminded, so I grabbed the blanket from the back of my couch and followed her over to her apartment, waiting for her on the balcony while she went to the bathroom. I was praying she offered an explanation to what had just happened, and I got my wish as soon as she'd sat down.

"Have you ever had an epiphany?" I watched her curiously as she sat in front of me and leaned back, letting me wrap us in the blanket. We were leaned against the wall, watching the sky for the moon's grand appearance. Most nights it was already in the sky and she just waited for the dark and the stars. However, tonight the sky was putting on a spectacular show.

The pinks, purples and blues of the skyline paired well with her tye-dye shorts, and the moon was a shadow in the sky, but it was still a magnificent sight. She made me realize how little I actually stopped to witness the little wonders of the world. She slowed me down, made me appreciate the small things.

"Once or twice. Is that what happened?" I pulled her closer, allowing her to rest in my lap most of the way. She preferred to lay down and look at the sky, but due to how small the balcony was, it was difficult. So she would rest her head on my lap and take turns looking between me and the stars.

"I've always taken relationships with a grain of salt because most of them end horribly at some point and I know that. I've never been afraid of the unknown. I welcome it, and you know that. But I'm afraid of the day I step outside and avoid looking at your door, or avoid going in the hall because I may run into you. I don't want that to happen."

She was struggling to keep her voice steady. I ran a comforting hand through her hair and stayed quiet so she knew I was listening to her and hearing what she said.

"I really like you. You make me want to write a romantic comedy about my life where the only major dilemma is what I'm going to wear to dinner," she covered her face, and even in the dark I saw her cheeks heat up as she giggled.

It was refreshing to hear her be so honest. She was always honest and it took me a while to learn that, but she said exactly what she felt. It was intimidating at first, but the more time I spent with her I realized that she may not have ever met a genuine person in her life that wasn't after more than her body. A pang of guilt washed over me when I remembered that's how my infatuation started, and quickly grew from a spark to a raging inferno over a few short months. Now that she was here and admitting to wanting to keep me around, my heart was pounding in my chest. I hadn't felt anything for anyone that wasn't Haley in my life, and I was feeling everything with her simultaneously.

I wanted to be afraid too, but the joy outweighed the fear immensely. How could I be terrified of something so wonderful? I had no idea how much time I'd have with her, but my plan was to make each second as special as possible.

"I'm so glad you're my main character," she said softly, reaching up to cup my face with her hand. Beneath a moonless sky, she had stolen what was left of my guarded heart, and she didn't even know.

"If you're Andy, then I'm Blane."

She let out a howl of laughter at my reference and sat up abruptly, pulling me into a minty fresh kiss.

"I always thought Duckie deserved Andy, they were best friends. We're best friends, right?"

As if my heart could've swelled any more. She had no idea how quickly she'd became the best friend I'd ever had other than Haley. Even in the end we were best friends, but it was different, as it is with all relationships. Comparing them wasn't fair to either of them, because it felt drastically similar and totally opposite at the same time.

"A million percent best friends. I always want to be like this with you," I said honestly, because there was nothing I wanted more than to keep her around as long as I could.

"I'm sorry I got sick. I just came to the conclusion that I'm crazy for you," she sang the last half, imitating Madonna as best she could. It was a song she played often for me, and sang as loud as she could.

"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm obsessed with you."

"Obsessed, huh?" She stood up, helping me to my feet. We always watched the moon from her place, and she'd lock up and follow me back to mine.

"That's what I said. Let's go cuddle and watch a movie in bed," she held my hand as I guided us to my place, grabbing her water and letting her get cozy before I shed my pants and climbed in after her. I'd never been one to sleep with the television on, but she'd watch reruns of Saved By The Bell and Full House to fall asleep to, and I really didn't mind.

"Hold me," she whispered, tossing her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my waist. She had her own pillow in my bed, but we both ended up using mine the majority of the night.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." She was already asleep, her mouth parted slightly. She always looked so sweet when she slept, like every care in the world went away with the sunset, and tomorrow, we'd have another shot at whatever we didn't get to do today. Before I could sleep, I crept to her place, finding the notebook she kept on the counter that she wrote all of her plans down in. It was different from her diary; she'd bought it when she started mapping out her schedule for school.

Her diary seemed invasive to leave a note in, even though she'd let me skim the pages, I felt like I was violating her privacy even if my intentions were good. So, I flipped the notebook open, knowing I'd be at work long before she'd be back to see it. I wanted her to have it for when she started her day, even though she'd stay with me through the morning and until I left.

To the sweetest girl I know, One of your favorite movies talks about how you don't have to understand things, you just have to have faith in destiny. I don't know if I've believed in it until now. If I'm with you, I'm where I'm supposed to be. You're the most fearless woman alive, and I'm so grateful I get to spend my sunrises & my sunsets with you. Thank you for being exactly who you're meant to be.

✨✨✨

Aaron was always making coffee when you woke up, and he always made it exactly how you liked it. You'd smelled it brewing and padded down the hall, finding him in front of the foyer mirror putting on his tie. You tiptoed behind him, snaking your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"I'm gonna miss you today," you mumbled against his shirt before he even had time to tell you good morning. Like most days, the clouds were looming outside and the sudden threat of a storm seemed inevitable. You could hear the weatherman on the tv in the living room, something he did every morning before work. That's how he'd known to give you the umbrella.

"I... I honestly thought about taking a sick day. Technically you did get sick yesterday, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't at least work from here so I could keep an eye on you?" He turned to face you, returning your hug and kissing your head. You wanted to tell him to go to work, but if he could manage to get things done and stay home, you wouldn't complain either.

"I don't want to sway you to play hooky, but I am feeling rather sick now that I hear what the weatherman is saying," you tried to tune out the promise of thunderstorms and high winds planning to last the entirety of the day.

"I'll still have to go in and grab some paperwork to bring back here. An hour, maximum," he promised, and so you sat on the couch with your coffee to wait on him to return. You made the short walk to your apartment, grabbing your diary, stopping in your tracks when you spotted a single sheet of paper on the counter.

Aaron had left you a note.

You scanned the page until your eyes filled with tears, knowing he'd done it after you'd fallen asleep the night before. He wouldn't have had time to do it otherwise. It may have seemed like a simple note to anyone else, but it was much more than that.

It was starting to rain, which meant there would be no sunrise. Aaron had made sure you were still able to start the day with something bright, and that meant more than any sunrise so far. Instead of folding it, you slid it between the very first entry you'd ever written about him once you realized who he was and could put a name with his face, so you'd always have a little memento of the shy guy that was your faceless neighbor only 3 weeks prior, only to be a man you shared a bed with on a regular basis.

You'd been questioning whether the butterflies and how your relationship with him felt was because of destiny or if you'd simply moved too quickly with someone you'd just met. But no amount of time with him, or without, would ever change how whole you felt having him in your life. You'd debated seeing how he felt about it, jotting a quick note in your journal to mention it when he was done with work later.

You had a bad habit of writing out questions to ask him and bombarding him all at once, so you tried to keep it simple with one a day, if he was feeling up to being especially chattery, 3 or 4. Some days, you didn't even have to be nosy, he'd just tell you about things you'd been too afraid to ask, like he'd sensed your apprehension.

He'd told you about his ex wife the first night you spent on his couch, and how tragically she'd passed. He'd told you about how he struggled to fill the shoes of fatherhood, but finally felt like he was getting somewhere when he made the decision to work from the office instead of in the field. He had always been open, even the night of the banquet when he told you he was already falling in love with you.

Your heart had nearly stopped beating, but it was only because you hadn't heard his words, but felt them with your body, blanketing you in infatuation. He'd been truly out of sorts that night; hearing why made you understand more clearly. It had been quick after that for him, and he didn't hide it. He was calling in sick all because of a storm; he had it just as bad as you.

When he arrived back home, he was missing his briefcase and his tie, his shoes coming off at the door.

"Change of plans. They felt so bad that I was taking a sick day that I don't have a single thing to do today other than spend time with you." He was already unbuttoning his shirt, shedding it and his pants to climb on the couch with you. The rain was coming down hard, you'd pulled your furniture in off the balcony as well as Aaron's before the storm had started.

"I was going to make breakfast," you told him, standing up to browse through his fridge. He tried to follow you, but you told him to find something to watch so he could spend his sick day the proper way.

You made an omelette for him, opting for cereal for yourself as you joined him in watching Ancient Aliens. He always watched it if it was on, captivated by the theories and by the evidence found hidden away. You loved watching him enjoy television; he never calmed down enough to pay attention to the more mundane things. Even when he was with you, he often sat in bed working on cases, or at the table while you wrote in your diary. You worked together often; it was different for you, because it was casual on your end. The way he held his pen, occasionally tapping it against the wooden table before jotting down notes, was fascinating to watch. He would be so focused on his work that he wouldn't realize his tongue was between his teeth, so deep in concentration that he didn't care.

He was like that now, honed in on the idea of burial sites of the aliens, savoring every bite of his breakfast as you watched him from your peripheral vision. He was thrilled to have a second day off in a week, it was evident by the way he'd came in. Even in New York he made time to work a little everyday. You knew today that wouldn't be the case, even if he spent the rest of the week making up for it.

"I love your cooking," he kissed your head, heading towards the kitchen with his plate and your empty bowl. He was rinsing the dishes off when a loud clap of thunder rattled the apartment, and you made a beeline for where he was standing in the kitchen. He caught you just before you slipped on the linoleum, his first instinct to put himself between you and the window.

"I got you, it's just a little thunder," he assured you, and you gasped when another thunderous boom came shortly after. This time, the power flickered before going out entirely, the buzz of a transformer blowing in the distance causing you to push further into Aaron's chest.

"If you would've went to work, I would be locked in the closet right now," you laughed nervously, and his eyes lit up with an idea. His office was the equivalent to your closet, with no windows, tucked between the bathroom and bedroom. You followed him inside, shining your phone around the room. There was a loveseat in the corner that he sat you on while he searched expertly for a candle and matches, lighting it up and sitting it on his desk near the middle of the room. It barely lit up three feet surrounding the desk, but it was enough to make you a little less nauseous.

"We can stay here until the power comes back. How do you normally distract yourself when it storms?"

You could hear the hail pounding against the roof, Aaron pulling you into his lap and hugging your waist. Storms were never something you enjoyed, but he was making your worries ease slightly. You were still anxious, but he held you close, leaning into your neck, brushing your chin with his nose. The comfort he brought was like a heating blanket; it made you warm and it made you feel at home.

"I sing show-tunes. We're not doing that today," you chuckled, calming down a little when the hail subsided for the most part. Aaron still clung tightly to you, running his hand over your hair.

"Oh, so that's why you sing the Chicago soundtrack so loud. Lots of practice," he kissed your cheek, his hands falling to your hips. He gave you a gentle squeeze, tracing your figure with his fingertips before slipping his hands beneath your shirt. He rubbed small circles on your back, massaging gently until you were hunched over and laying on his shoulder.

"Feels good," you squeaked, letting your eyes close. He applied a small amount of pressure, enough to work at some of the kinks in your back and make you audibly moan at the relief your body felt. You'd paid for massages before, but this was better by far. It was the man of your dreams working double time to make sure you didn't have time to dwell on the storm outside, no matter what.

"You may be more tense than me. It's okay, sweetheart. Try to relax a little," he lifted your shirt over your head and laid it beside him, inhaling sharply when he discovered you weren't wearing a bra. He stayed focused, hands working to ease some of the stress and tension in your shoulders.

"It's the stupid storm," you whined, feeling silly for being so terrified of a little rain and wind, but Aaron understood, and made sure you knew that he'd always keep you safe.

"I know. When the power comes back on, we'll watch Dirty Dancing and we'll order food," he promised, and you shook your head.

"We can cook. It's pouring. I don't want a delivery driver out in this," you told him, earning a chuckle and then a kiss to your head immediately after.

"You're sweet. Very sweet." His voice was so soft with you now in comparison to how he was the first night he invited you over. He still wanted to sound like the bossier, more rugged version of himself then, but over the weeks, that had melted away. He trusted you, enough to be himself to his core and let you witness it.

You kissed his jaw, just below his ear, dragging your lips over his skin. You felt the goosebumps prickle up beneath your touch, his hands coming to a halt at your ass. He contemplated for a split second before grabbing it and squeezing, moaning into your mouth as he kissed you gently. His tongue slipped past your parted lips and moved delicately against your own as you weaved your hands into his hair, still shocked that he could barely touch you and have you burning up for him. It was stuffy in his powerless apartment, both of you shedding clothes partly because of the summer heat, but mostly so you could be close to him in the most intimate way.

"Have we ever had sex in the dark?" You had to think about it once he'd asked, but you couldn't recall a time that you'd ever been in total darkness together romantically. Now, with his skin against yours and your fingers blindly feeling for one another, you were curious about all the fun you could have with the lights off.

"We haven't. There's a lot of things we haven't done yet that I'd like to try," you told him, letting your voice drop lower than normal as you grazed your nails against the flesh of his arms, loving how he shivered beneath you. His hands met the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his in the greediest possible way. As he swirled his tongue in your mouth, he lined himself up with you, gliding his cock through your arousal, teasing your slit with his tip. You whimpered, rolling your hips against him to try to get him to quit teasing and fuck you.

"We'll try them all right now if you want," he took your moment of deliberation to slam into you, chuckling lowly when you gripped his shoulders for stability. He let his dick slide out of you entirely before he did it again, the pounding of his thrusts bouncing off the walls of his office.

"Later. Right now, let me ride you," you panted, using your hand to guide him to your entrance so you could sink down on him. He shuddered, his whole body shaking at how quickly you were able to work his dick, using the back of the couch to hold onto as he buried his face in your tits. You felt his tongue latch on to your nipple momentarily, sucking it between his teeth before he bit it lightly. You almost prayed he didn't ever stop his sexy assault on your chest, your movements becoming messier with each flick and nibble of his mouth.

He continued to leave a trail of sloppy kisses until he reached your other breast, repeating his previous actions while he held you still on top of him. You could feel him pulsing inside of you and you were aching to move your hips, even if it was just for a second. He sensed your neediness, his fingers quickly spreading you open while he brushed his thumb across your clit.

"Something about barely being able to see you is so fucking hot," the heat of his mouth had you quivering, tilting his face to meet your mouth. You could faintly make out the outline of his body, but his face was hidden in the dark. It reminded you of how you felt before you knew what he looked like, all of his details blurred by the flickering shadows dancing against the wall.

"Everything about you is hot to me," you admitted, pinning his wrists at his sides. You expected him to fight back, or at least resist a little. He didn't, not even slightly. He went limp, sighing heavily as he sank further into the cushions.

"Use me," he rasped, so you didn't waste a second of time. You were drenched and able to take him with ease, swirling around the tip of his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. His hands were still held firmly under yours, though he'd never resist you bossing him around. You loved being on top of him, being able to control the pace of every stroke of his dick inside of you made you mad for him. You had never had anyone buried so deeply inside of you; it was almost too much for you to handle. You'd had good sex before Aaron, or so you thought.

You'd never been with anyone who fucked like him. His primary goal always was you: your body, your pleasure, and making sure you knew how special you were. Now that you actually believed his words, they were like music to your ears; you wanted to put them in your shower playlist and listen to them every morning.

His voice sent sparks through you, and sometimes you wondered how the people he worked with ever got anything done with him around. You'd catch yourself replaying his words in your head before you responded to him quite often, not because you weren't paying attention. You'd get distracted. He was the object of every fantasy you could imagine, from picnics in the park to darker, more sensual desires. He was the cause of every sinful thought to cross your mind.

He may have looked powerless, especially now when he was pleading with you not to stop fucking him, but he was anything but. Despite the way he let you show one tiny display of dominance, he'd always be the one in charge.

Your orgasm had been building since he told you to use him, but you refused to cum without him. You'd been waiting patiently for a time when you could finish together, considering it didn't happen often.

"I'm close sweetheart, I need you to cum," he pulled his hands from your grasp so he could toy with your clit. His usual delicate touch was replaced by the need to give you what you wanted, an expertly administered amount of pressure on your clit and a gentle hand pressing on your lower stomach. It was a new but welcome sensation and it was driving you crazy. The hand that was pressing on your abdomen flew to your face and brought your forehead to rest against his, both of you slick with sweat as you came together.

There was still a lot of sexual tension, but the room was considerably cooler than before. For a moment, you just sat close to him, breathing him in. His arms were secured around you, head in the crook of your neck. His chest was heaving against yours, the two of you still trying to calm down.

"The power is back on. I hear the tv," his voice was gravelly as he cleared his throat, so you slowly climbed off of him so he could get dressed. He lifted his hips and pulled up his pants before reaching behind him to turn on the lamp. His hair was a disheveled mess on his head, but he looked properly fucked, that's for sure. He scanned your body before meeting your eyes, like he needed to make sure you were still there once he'd turned on the light.

"I could use a nap," he whispered, tugging you upright. He was already dressed, his back turned away from you as he pulled his shirt on. He was acting the opposite of how you felt; you wanted to reach out and tell him that you loved him because something had changed for you in the last 24 hours. But he was already walking out of the room, having blown out the candle, leaving you standing in the dark.

Something was bothering him, but you weren't sure what. He was serious about napping, because he was already in the bed, clutching the pillow you normally slept with. Usually you would have climbed in after him, but you gave him his space, knowing that he'd talk to you when he woke up, if he was ready.

You made your way to the couch to waste time while Aaron slept, mindlessly flipping through the channels while you made a mental list of anything that you could have possibly done to upset him. He'd taken the day off work just to spend with you, and now he was being distant. You hated how cold he could get with no warning, and how he could go hours without talking to you. It hurt your feelings more than anything; you couldn't imagine being so guarded that you hurt people, even if it was unintentional.

Aaron slept the day away, so about an hour before you knew Jack would be arriving, you went back to your apartment. If he wanted to talk, it would have to be later. You figured he just needed to recuperate from being around you so much. You'd been inseparable for days, so you were afraid of wearing out your welcome too quickly. You made dinner and turned on your music, but not loud enough to disturb Aaron before he was ready to wake up. You cleaned a little, trying to distract yourself from every bad thought that crossed your mind.

Usually whatever he was upset about was obvious. He got frustrated a lot, but unless you knew what his version of that looked like, you'd never recognize it. It was subtle: he'd clench his jaw, his knuckles would go white, and he'd go completely silent. He'd put as much space between you and him as he could, and he'd stay away until he was ready. Whether you were ready or not didn't matter; you dealt with it anyway. You weren't going to try to change him, and sometimes him walking away was a better alternative to arguing.

You were grateful that he wouldn't argue with you, but him ignoring you made you so on edge that distracting yourself felt like the only alternative.

✨✨✨

You knew Jack was gone, and had been for an hour. You were on your second glass of wine when you heard him tell his son he'd see him tomorrow and close his door, leaving you to wonder. Part of you wished that you weren't neighbors when he got in moods like this, because it made things awkward. You were afraid to go out on the balcony because if he was out there too, he'd think you were pressuring him to talk to you, and that never went well.

You went outside anyway, dragging your chair back outside now that the rain had passed. You traded your wine glass for the bottle, leaving your phone and your diary on the couch. You'd read every page since the day you met Aaron in the park on your first glass of Chardonnay, and by the time you made it to the second glass, you were reading through your old texts, praying he'd send you a message to come over.

You felt shitty. You felt like you were building someone up that had the ability to make you crumble every time he gave you the cold shoulder. You'd told him how he made you feel, and how you felt for him, and even though he said he felt the same, he wasn't acting like he did.

You could see the tv reflecting against his patio door, and you were glad you'd bought all those beautiful fake plants to sit behind instead of the chair. They were the perfect camouflage so you could cry into your hands, expelling all the negative emotions that had built up since the last time you'd been out here doing the exact same thing. You loved a good cry, and even though you were having a pity party now, you'd feel great afterwards. You always did.

The good feeling never came. The weight never lifted from your shoulders, it felt like a ton of bricks when you saw his lights go out. He was perfectly capable of just leaving you to be alone with your misery. That infuriated you.

It was barely 9 pm on a Thursday night, and you knew every bar in town would be full this close to the weekend during summer. The closest one was a pub about a mile walk uptown, but it was dark, so you ordered an Uber and got ready, securing your hair away from your face with a headband and pulling on the comfiest pair of jeans you owned and leaving on your college girl sweatshirt. You closed the door softly behind you and took the elevator down to the parking garage. You'd only stepped out and spotted Aaron's SUV when you realized he was inside, and he wasn't alone.

It was your turn to walk off and leave him wondering. You only saw the outline of a body, too big for Jack, but unidentifiable otherwise. You didn't want to know, you saw your Uber dead ahead and you were climbing in before he could even register what had happened.

Any other time you would have chatted with the driver, but you were only going 4 minutes up the road, so you silenced your phone from any incoming calls or texts and impatiently tapped your foot until you pulled up to Jenny's Pub. You thanked the driver and tipped well, walking into the dimly lit area that was filled with cigarette smoke. It reminded you of Clarice's house growing up, and it made you sick. You made a beeline for the bar, ordering a glass of wine and a bottle of water before you wandered out to the patio. There were a handful of people spread out, talking and laughing, generally having a decent time.

You were not, and it wasn't because you'd caught Aaron being sneaky, but you'd checked your phone and he hadn't even tried to call, nor had he texted you. You sent him a single message, the thumbs up emoji that he loved to use to signify the conversation was over, even if you didn't want it to be. You were pissed enough to pull out your phone and call David Rossi, just to make sure he wasn't with Aaron.

"There's no way you're cooking this late," he answered on the first ring, his voice upbeat but worried at the same time.

"Are you with Aaron?"

"I'm not. Is everything okay?"

You sighed, upset you didn't know more about who he could possibly be with. Dave was the only person that you knew mutually, and he kept his other colleagues private.

"Everything's fine. I'm sorry I bothered you so late, Dave."

"Everything doesn't sound fine."

Aaron would be furious at the fact that you unloaded every insecurity you'd had in the last 12 hours on his best friend, but you didn't care. Aaron was the only friend you had that would actually listen and offer helpful advice, but calling him wasn't a possibility anymore. Almost half an hour of venting had passed and you weren't feeling any better about the situation. Dave really was trying, but without knowing why he was mad, neither of you could find a solution.

"My advice? Get drunk. Get some sleep. Act like him for a little while. Men hate that."

You couldn't even begin to put yourself in Aaron's shoes, so that wasn't helpful. You pretended like it was and promised him that you'd try to have a decent time, hanging up the phone. The patio had cleared out, everyone heading inside once the air started to get chilly. You stayed in your spot, wine swirling in your glass. You didn't have the heart to get drunk and forget about what was going on; drinking was making your mind race. Paying for another Uber seemed silly, so you searched for your keys to use between your fingers on the walk home. You patted down your pockets three times, waiting for your keys to appear, and when they didn't, you cursed out loud on the sidewalk before dialing Aaron's number.

Straight to voicemail.

Your landlord didn't unlock doors after ten pm, so unless Aaron answered before you made it home, you were screwed. You continued trying to call him as you walked uptown, but when you realized he was probably anywhere in the world but at home, you gave up. His car was still in the parking garage, so you were furious the entire time you were in the elevator. You checked your door, and it was definitely locked. You wanted to bang on his to get your key, but making a scene seemed even more useless than calling him over and over. You slumped to the ground outside of your door and leaned your head against the wall. You wanted to sleep in your bed, and forget the entire day had happened. You opted for closing your eyes against the hard wood, letting the tears stream down your face without any shame.

You could have been hurt, or worse, but he wasn't fucking ready to have a conversation, so you were preparing to sleep in the hallway. You tried calling him one last time, hearing the shrill ring through his door that was promptly ended on his end, followed by the sound of his footsteps retreating from the living room to the opposite end of the house.

You were livid. Livid didn't even begin to describe it. You were so angry that you were willing to wake the entire floor in order to get his attention. You took a deep breath, pulling out your phone that was on the fast track to being out of battery. You found a hotel three blocks away online and started the journey on foot, singing out loud to yourself the entire way. You were trying to raise your spirits and keep yourself from being terrified all at once. You were contemplating which route to take and drunkenly belting Total Eclipse of The Heart when you felt a pair of eyes on you from above, and then heard them yell shortly after.

"No one wants to hear Bonnie Tyler at 11 pm! Shut the fuck up!" You couldn't see whoever it was on the balcony next to Aaron's, but you knew who lived in that apartment. He avoided you mostly, but it was dark and you doubted he could see your face.

"Fuck you, buddy! It's dark and I'm scared and I just want to go to sleep! I'm locked out and if I don't sing, I'll cry so mind your FUCKING business and let me sing my song!"

You waited for him to tell you he was calling the cops, but he didn't. Instead he quickly apologized and told you that you had a lovely singing voice.

"I live two doors down from you, can I jump from your balcony over so I can get inside? I locked myself out."

You were standing in the street under a street lamp so he could see that you weren't just a strange person trying to get in his house. When he recognized you, he was hesitant to agree with your plan to jump.

"I dunno, the dude next door is kind of a prick. He won't like you jumping on his porch. I have... I have a rope?"

Great. Drunken parkour sounded like a hoot. He tossed you the rope and quickly returned inside so he didn't witness your demise, so you lined yourself up with your balcony and tried to toss the rope up.

You tried for thirty minutes after, until your hands were scratched from the fibers and you were crying in frustration. It was no use. Your phone was dead, the rope idea was not a good one, and you were exhausted. You'd had the bright idea to call a locksmith as soon as your phone went out, leaving you no choice but to try to play James Bond to get in. In a final fit of desperation, you tossed the rope as hard as you could, whooping loudly when it looped through one of the railings and came back down the other side.

Now it was time for the fun part. You were trying to decide what would be the least life-threatening way to climb up when someone whistled loudly at you. You looked around, but the street was empty, so you looked up.

"What are you doing?" He sounded so calm, almost amused as he leaned over the balcony and looked down at you. The smirk on his face was replaced by pure guilt when he saw you, tears streaming down your face. You felt ridiculous, but you hoped he felt even worse.

"I need my key back. Toss it down," you'd nearly cried your voice out, but you knew he heard you by the way he couldn't stop running his hands through his hair. He was already calculating how to fix what he'd done, but you were in no mood to listen to it, at least not until morning.

"I'm coming down, let me get dressed."

"NO, Aaron. I don't want you to come down here. I want to go to my apartment and go to bed. I've called you at least twenty times. Just give me my key," you were sobbing drunkenly on the sidewalk, begging your boyfriend to let you inside your apartment. It was a sight that would make any innocent bystander question their sanity.

Your key hit the pavement, followed by his door slamming. You sniffled all the way to your bedroom before flopping down on the covers, kicking your shoes off and burying your head in your pillows. Even your bed smelled like him; you fled to the couch at the realization.

✨✨✨

Another skipped sunrise had you on the couch the majority of the morning. You hadn't charged your phone, but you knew Aaron hadn't tried to get ahold of you. You heard him start his day like usual and head to work, his footsteps carrying him past your door without a second thought.

Someone had been with him last night. Someone important enough to keep a secret. He didn't have any ex girlfriends that he talked about, but if he was innocent, he'd have no problem explaining, and he hadn't even tried.

You hadn't even been fighting. You thought things were fine. Clearly, you were wrong. You had already made plans to go live and get some work done later in the day, so you peeled off your clothes and took a musicless shower for the first time in years. Your head was pounding, and music was the last thing on your mind.

With your towel still wrapped around your body, you plugged in your phone and waited for it to power on before you got dressed. As you suspected, he hadn't tried to get ahold of you. Dave had sent you several messages though.

Dave: Are you okay? Dave: Can you pencil me in for lunch? 1pm? Dave: How drunk did you get last night?

Not drunk enough. Where's lunch?

He sent you an address, and you managed to get a cab fairly quick. By the time you found the Italian place he'd chosen, your stomach was rumbling and your hands were shaking from nerves. The host led you to the table, Dave already waiting for you. He gave you a once-over before instructing you to sit.

"Acting like him didn't go so well?"

You fixed your coffee to your liking and shook your head, rehashing the events from the night before like you were one of Charlie's Angels. He kept an amused expression the entire time, but you could tell he felt bad.

"First of all, you need to super glue your keys to your forehead."

You genuinely laughed for the first time since shit had hit the fan. You didn't have a lot of friends that would help cheer you up, and you hadn't expected one of them to also be your boyfriend's best pal.

"Tell me about it. He's pretty good at secrets, huh?" Your food arrived before he could answer, and his phone rang immediately after, so he stood and excused himself but told you to eat without him. You tried to wait, but he'd ordered for you, and the summer salad special hadn't disappointed. He joined you once he was finished on the phone, asking a server nearby if he could pull up another chair.

"Do you have any objections to Aaron joining us? He was on the phone but he doesn't know you're here. Might give you a redemption shot at acting like him."

You really didn't want to see him unless he had an explanation for you, but you kept your mouth shut and told Dave it was fine.

He looked even worse than you did, if that was possible. The circles under his eyes were prominent despite how much he'd slept the day before, and they were glassy, like he'd been crying.

Good. He deserved to be sad, as sad as he'd made you. He sat down next to you without a glance in your direction, thanking Dave for lunch.

"It's no trouble. But lunch comes at a price. I'm leaving, but you two are staying right here until you sort out whatever this is," he pointed his finger between the two of you, and you sighed heavily. You knew it couldn't be avoided, you just had no clue Dave was so hell bent on the two of you working things out.

"Dave, this isn't your place," Aaron started, but Dave put up his hand to silence him.

"I'm just trying to make sure two of my friends don't throw away the opportunity to be happy. We have 4 failed attempts at love between the two of us, Aaron. Don't make it 5."

Aaron put his head down until Dave walked away, and you stayed quiet. You wanted to let him have his chance to explain before you started accusing. You picked at your salad and ignored him like he'd been doing you.

"Why'd you leave last night?" His tone was icy, you felt like a child being scolded for going out after curfew.

"Are you mad that I left, or are you upset that I saw you being shady?"

He turned his body towards you, his hands balled up in fists on his lap. He was guilty as sin and he knew it, so he was trying to throw the blame on you for leaving.

"I wasn't being shady. I don't have to inform you of every move I make, and if I don't answer your call the first time, don't keep calling."

You stared back at him blankly, because the man in front of you would never speak to you like this on a regular day. You wanted to be upset but you tried to sympathize with him anyway because you could tell something was really bothering him.

"I'm going to give you the opportunity to tell me what's bothering you, and why you're taking it out on me. You can either tell me like a normal person, or we can go back to being neighbors. It's your call," you said flatly, watching the blood drain from his face at your words. Oh, he was mad.

"If I wanted to talk, I would have answered the phone when you called the first hundred times," he rolled his eyes before turning back towards his food. As promised, you slid his spare key off your key ring and sat it on his napkin before you stood up and walked outside. You wanted him to call your bluff about going back to being neighbors, but he didn't seem too worried about you staying, because he didn't follow you.

Falling in love sucked.

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moririki · 3 years ago

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⤷ AN EIGHT-LEGGED PROBLEM

OIKAWA TOORU & SAKUSA KIYOOMI & HAIBA LEV & MIYA ATSUMU X READER -> 1.8K you save your boyfriend from a massive problem which is currently in the corner of your bathroom )

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> spiders, bugs, you picking up said creepy crawlies, hq boys being no! help! at! all! (but that's ok bc we love them for it), fanon-ish sakusa cos i haven't read the manga and he had like 5 seconds of screen time so i'm just going off of what i've read + seen, clear favouritism despite the fact that i know basically nothing about sakusa, manga timeskip spoilers in sakusa's MORI'S THOUGHTS -> haven't seen one where the reader is the one in the relationship who takes care of bugs so since i'm a #girlboss who throws spiders out of my room whenever i see them without breaking a sweat i'm writing that into a fun lil thing with the haikyuu boys that i strongly believe are scared of bugs. also besides the point but look at the pretty colour palette that their banners make fjfjfjdj will go back to writing the requests after this! inspiration just struck

❍ OIKAWA TOORU

-> omg this fucking guy

-> don't let his pride fool you this man HATES bugs with a burning passion

-> he'll never admit it though

-> between you and the aoba johsai team he would never hear the end of how the great king oikawa would cower at the sight of a moth doing laps around a lightbulb

-> so when you pretended not to hear the shriek that left your boyfriend when he saw something flying around the bathroom light and he declined your offer to get rid of the moth for him, this left oikawa in a pretty difficult situation

-> it was just him alone in the bathroom, trying to brush his teeth while eyeing the bug warily

-> you came in a few minutes later, getting ready to go to bed as well

-> "you know, babe, that moth's been there for quite a while," you teased him

-> oikawa hummed in response, his eyes never leaving it as it continued its circumnavigation of the light fixture

-> "oh, you know. who am i to kick someone out of their home? i'm no monster"

-> you almost snorted at how poor of an excuse that was, but ruffled your boyfriend's hair anyway

-> "i'll take care of it, ru, you just finish getting ready"

-> "but y/n-chan, that moth has feelings! don't be mean to it!"

-> you gave tooru a very blank stare at that

-> "so do you want me to leave you alone with your new friend?"

-> "......no"

-> "that's what i thought"

-> you went up to the moth, managing to trap it in your hands before releasing it from a window

-> oikawa shuddered as you came back to the sink, giving your hands a quick rinse before resuming with brushing your teeth like nothing had happened

-> "you're so brave, my love"

-> "anything for you, babe"

❍ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> bless this poor boy

-> so it's no secret that sakusa isn't the fondest of germs

-> and that extends to bugs and spiders too

-> besides a normal amount of disgust that he held for them, the thought of where the insects had been or placed one of their many feet on never failed to make his skin crawl

-> that's where you, his wonderful significant other, comes in

-> as much as he loves you, he just can't understand how you always stared at bugs with wonder in your eyes

-> you'd even pick them up, cooing at the way they crawled up your arm while sakusa just stared at you in disbelief with a can of bug spray in hand

-> tonight was one of those swelteringly hot summer nights

-> you know, the ones where the air seems to be still no matter how many windows you open and every insect in a mile radius is actively trying to enter your home

-> you were spending the night at your boyfriend's apartment, ready to have a relaxing night in with him since your schedules had finally synced up and allowed you both to enjoy a day off at the same time

-> it took months of trust before sakusa finally admitted to you how much he enjoyed doing skincare

-> so whenever you two spent the night together, you decided to start the evening with some face masks and idle binging of a tv show

-> against his half-hearted protests, you had insisted that sakusa wore a headband while this happened (one that had a very cute duck face printed on it)

-> just to keep the curls out of his face, of course

-> whenever he caught you sneaking a candid of him with facemask and duck headband on, he just shot you a halfhearted glare and threatened you to never send that to atsumu or the rest of the msby team

-> (you set it as your home screen instead)

-> anyways, i digress

-> so tonight you decided to cool down from the heat with a few facemasks and cuddling in your boyfriend's heavily air conditioned living room

-> but he kept all his skincare stuff in the bathroom, so you went to go get them as he set up a show to watch along with some snacks

-> you flicked on the light, going to his cabinet when something in the corner of the room caught your eye

-> there was a fairly large spider, desperately trying to crawl up the smooth tile wall

-> you decided to take pity on it and release it

-> but when you had it cupped safely in your hands, you decided to terrorise your poor boyfriend just a little

-> "hey, omi, look what i found!"

-> your boyfriend perked up at your signature nickname for him, though his eyes narrowed as he saw your clasped hands held in front of you

-> "no"

-> "but baby, you haven't even seen-"

-> "no"

-> you giggled at how defensive he had become

-> "come on, don't you want to name it? it's very cute"

-> "i want you to throw it out, y/n"

-> "alright, alright"

-> you took the spider to a window, releasing it back outside before heading back to the bathroom and grabbing a few masks for real this time

-> sakusa gave you the cold shoulder as you sat down next to him, humming as you gave him a face mask and putting it on without a word

-> "aww, baby, i'm sorry"

-> "..."

-> "i'll give you a head massage if you stop ignoring me?"

-> sakusa turned to you, his eyes narrowed in thought as he stared you down

-> the act soon broke, though, and he smiled against the sheet mask that was on his face

-> "it better be a good one," he huffed as he tugged the duck headband off, already sighing at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp

-> "omi, come on, what do you take me for?"

❍ HAIBA LEV

-> ngl lev gives off equal amounts of being terrified of like the tiniest spider or just finding bugs insanely cool vibes

-> it's funnier to imagine this 6-foot-something guy scramble away from a fucking crane fly in terror though so this is how it's going to play out

-> when you invited your giant of a boyfriend to your flat, you didn't anticipate just how small he made everything appear

-> he even towered in your doorway, having to stoop to step through into your hall

-> "woahh, i love your place!"

-> it was his first time staying over for the night, and lev was making sure to drink in every aspect of your interior design

-> you found it sweet of him, and watched as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the little trinkets you had collected over the years to make your small apartment seem more like a home

-> you didn't expect him to scream at the top of his lungs and practically run back to you, though

-> you jumped at the sound, watching as he scrambled away from your lamp and pointed back at it with a shaking finger

-> you squinted at it, making out the very menacing form of a crane fly as it bumped into the lampshade and continued on its path

-> "lev, you big baby," you giggled, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass and trap it

-> "y/n, don't leave me alone with it!" he yelped, and you rolled your eyes at his antics

-> you came back, smoothly capturing the insect and throwing it out of a nearby window

-> lev was sat on your couch the whole time, hands covering his eyes as he curled in a ball

-> "is it gone?" he asked, and you you giggled at how childlike he was acting at the moment

-> "it's all good, baby" you smoothed his hair and lev gratefully leaned into your touch, a sigh of relief leaving him

-> "thank you, y/n"

-> "i'll get rid of all the bugs in the world for you, lev"

❍ MIYA ATSUMU

-> gives off the vibes that he used to eat bugs as a child i'm sorry but

-> have mercy on his soul lmao

-> so twins are supposed to be identical right?

-> anyone who spends more than a few minutes around the miya twins know that that's a complete fucking lie

-> and you've had the misfortune of being friends with them for a very long time

-> like your mums were friends and you were all born around the same time

-> you've been pulled into their shit before you could walk or talk

-> so you're well aware of just how different these mfs are

-> even though they were both absolute bastards, osamu always had a slightly more mellowed out approach which would always end up with atsumu getting the blame for what they got up to

-> especially as a child, osamu loved to terrorise his twin with the unwilling help of you

-> one of the ways was through osamu exploiting one of his twins' fears

-> that being bugs and spiders

-> he always cackled at the sight of atsumu screaming and trying to run away from him due to the spider he was holding

-> as they both grew up, this became less of a frequent thing for osamu to do

-> you also somehow started dating atsumu, but nobody could exactly pinpoint a moment that signified a beginning to your relationship

-> but since you're dating the world's biggest manchild in disguise, and osamu gets annoyed with atsumu quite easily, you would have to swoop in to rescue him from time to time

-> recently the twins had been getting a little snappy with each other, and it had yet to sort itself out

-> from what you had heard your boyfriend was in the wrong this time, but you still listened to him whine and rant about it

-> you were going to the inarizaki school gym to say hi to your boyfriend and best friend before practice started, only to see absolute chaos unfolding

-> with kita yet to arrive, the twins were effectively unleashed and that much was clear with the way atsumu was practically screaming his head off as he ran around the gym

-> your eyes took in the rest of the players- aran had his head in his hands, suna was snickering with his phone out to record the newest miya twin fight, and osamu's deranged laugh could be heard above everything else as he chased his brother, hand held out in front of him

-> only one thing was capable of making atsumu scream like that, so you already knew what was happening

-> atsumu quickly spotted you hovering in the doorway, and made a beeline to where you were

-> his eyes were panicked, and you were quick to wrap him in a hug as you shot osamu a nasty glare over his shoulder

-> literally this lmfao

-> "that's enough, 'samu"

-> your best friend paused, before a smile spread across his face as he dangled the centipede in front of him

-> "you know it was rubber, right?"

-> you felt your boyfriend tense in your arms and you bit your lip to stifle a small giggle

-> but at least they would be back to normal by the end of today

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onceupon · 3 years ago

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London Boy - Part 2: Let the Game begin

summary: You had always thought you knew exactly what kind of boys Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton were - but did you actually?

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.5k

a/n: no one is asking for this but here it is anyways lmao enjoy (not canon Rafe)

You make it back to your room and take a deep breath. Boys. You were living with boys. Not just any boys - Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton. Whatever, you thought, shaking yourself back to reality. It didn’t matter anyways. You weren’t about to let them get in the way of having the time of your life these next few months and you definitely weren’t going to let them keep your mind tied to OBX. That was a tie you desperately wanted to cut. Besides, if you knew Rafe and Topper like you thought you did, they’d be too caught up with playing both the field and the girls of Westheath before you knew it, effectively keeping them occupied and out of your way.

You decided to go about your day as you usually would. Your Have a Great Day playlist was queued up and playing as you slipped on your favorite jeans and top. You let yourself get absentmindedly lost in your actions as you did your hair and makeup - enough to make you feel put together and regain some control after the way this morning had left you feeling vulnerable. Looking good made you feel good - and if anyone else thought you looked good too, then hey, that was just an added bonus.

You hadn’t noticed how lost in the process of getting ready you had gotten until you looked down at your phone and saw that an hour had flown by. You were half way down the hall to the kitchen when the door of your flat flew open, bringing you face to face with two new people for the second time that day.

“Oh my gosh hiiii!” a girl turned to you, pausing her laughter from the conversation she was having with the girl next to her. “I’m Olivia! It’s so nice to meet you!!” the bubbly girl exclaimed, immediately embracing you in a hug. The other girl laughed at her friend’s excitement and forwardness which had clearly startled you.

“I’m Millie - you must be one of our flatmates,” the other girl smiled, introducing herself to you as well.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you smiled softly.

“Oh my gosh Mills! I knew it! I told you we’d get roomed with the Americans! Ugh this is so exciting, there’s so much I need to know I don’t even know where to start!” Olivia squealed with a little hop.

“Alright don’t scare the poor girl, she’s gonna think they’ve stuck her with a couple of psychos,” laughed Millie, pulling her friend’s arm to lead her down the hall. “Come on Liv let’s let y/n breathe for a second while we go put our bags down,” she said, giving you an apologetic smile.

You laughed and continued on to the kitchen to get some water as you had originally set out to do. You were honestly relieved. Thank god your other two roommates were girls who weren’t remotely associated with OBX. You didn’t even mind their intensity, it was endearing really, and you’d take a couple of loud but genuine girls who seemed like they were a bunch of fun to hang out with over the bitchiness and cattiness you were used to with the girls back home at Kildare.

“Alright Y/n, I forgot sheets and Mills didn’t bring a towel so we’re going to Primark and you’re coming with. I want to hear all the American gossip,” Olivia reappeared and then slipped back down the hallway with a wink. You laughed and went to go grab your bag, just then realizing Rafe and Topper were no longer at the flat. You wondered where they had gone, not hearing them slip out over the music you were playing earlier. Not that you cared, it was a relief to have them out of sight and out of mind for now.

—

“Hmm Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton, does sound rather posh,” mused Millie as you had begun providing some intel to your friends on the two flatmates they had yet to meet.

“Two American ladies men, sign me up!” cackled Olivia.

“Hey watch yourself missy, you’re taken,” Millie scolded.

You had only known these girls for maybe an hour and somehow you had been comfortable enough with them to open up about your entire life’s backstory as you walked with them through the home section of Primark. It felt like they had been your friends for years, the three of you gelling together effortlessly.

“Oo you have a boyfriend?” you asked as your eyes scanned over the shelf of fluffy blankets in front of you. You simply couldn’t leave without the light grey one, daydreaming about how cozy napping with it would be.

“I do. His name is Jake,” Olivia beamed, “he’s kind of an idiot, but I love him.”

“And he’s got a whole squad of idiot friends too, but you’ll see for yourself,” Millie laughed.

“Oh shit that reminds me! I invited them all over to pregame tonight before freshers,” chimed Olivia.

“What’s freshers?” you asked, raising your brows in confusion.

Millie and Olivia shared a quick laugh at how clueless you were to everything in their world.

“So freshers is like this huge club event at the beginning of the school year. It’s really meant for uni freshers but since half of us are 18 and we can easily sneak in the other half it’s kind of tradition for Westheath kids to go their last year. Me and Mills went last year too though, one of the guys we knew the year above us was cousins with the bouncer,” Olivia grinned proudly. “But literally everyone is going and that means you’re coming too and- oh shit I’m such a bloody idiot aren’t I! I’m sorry Y/n I literally didn’t think at all to ask anyone from our flat if it was okay to host a pregame,” she bit her thumb with guilt-ridden eyes.

“Looks like you and your idiot boyfriend are actually a match made in heaven,” joked Millie as Olivia gave her the finger, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh no that’s totally fine! I’ve had like barely any human interaction these last few days and it’ll be nice to meet some more people from Westheath. It’ll be fun,” you reassured Olivia with a genuine smile. “I just uh- I’ve never been clubbing. Like what do I even wear, I don’t think I brought anything like that. And I’m not 18 for another month, would I even get in?”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re here isn’t it!” exclaimed Olivia, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the clothes section. “Mills this would be PERFECT don’t you think,” she said as she held up a sheer black top in front of you.

“Oh my gosh yes. With a black bra underneath and mini skirt,” Millie grinned, nodding in excitement with Olivia.

“Guys I don’t know if I can wear this. Like I don’t think I can pull this off,” you said meekly.

“Oh my god shut up this would look so good on you. Your body is killer and you can 1000% pull this off,” Olivia insisted, shoving the garment toward you. “And we’ll get you in the club no problem,” she added firmly, shutting down any possibility of you talking your way out of tonight.

“Wait shit do you think Rafe and Topper will be cool with the pregame? We haven’t even properly met them yet and I’ve already invited a bunch of strangers to our place,” groaned Olivia as the three of you headed toward the register.

“Trust me, if there’s two things those boys definitely don’t mind it’s a party and a reason to drink,” you laughed.

—-

As the three of you unlocked the door to your flat you could hear Rafe and Topper’s voices from the kitchen. Ugh, back already.

“Hellooo boys,” called Olivia with zero hesitation, walking straight into the kitchen. “Name’s Olivia, pleasure to meet you,” she smiled extending her hand.

“Pleasure is all ours,” Rafe smiled back. It took every ounce of your will power not to roll your eyes at his smugness.

“Indeed it is,” grinned Topper giving her a hand shake. “And you are,” Topper immediately drew his attention to Millie entering the kitchen right behind Olivia. You didn’t miss how his eyes ran her up and down.

“Millie, your fifth and final roommate,” she smirked, not having missed his wandering eyes either.

“So listen boys,” Olivia clapped her hands together, drawing everyone’s attention. “I may have invited my boyfriend and some of our friends over to pregame tonight before we all go out to the club. You guys are obviously welcome to join but if you’re not cool with us having people over just say the word and-“

“Done deal. What time should we be ready?” Topper cut her off

“9. See you then,” she grinned from ear to ear sauntering off to her room.

“Alright I need to go unpack, but it was lovely to meet you boys, see you soon,” Millie smiled, eyes locking with Topper’s for a second too long before she too slipped away. You wanted nothing more than to escape to your room as well but you were starving, and since you were now living with Rafe and Topper you’d have to learn to go about your life around your new home despite their presence. You sighed as you made your way to the fridge, trying to decide what you were gonna scrap together for dinner.

“So how long have you been here already?” asked Rafe, grabbing some Pringles and taking a seat at the table, Topper already spreading out comfortably on the couch.

“Uh, few days,” you replied, not bothering to turn around.

“See anything cool yet,” Topper chimed in as he scrolled on his phone. The way they were asking you questions was oddly normal. You were trying hard to detect any hint of cockiness in their voice but you couldn’t find any. You weren’t ready to let your guard down fully, not entirely trusting the pair, but you decided to soften a bit and give them a chance.

“Yeah actually, I walked around Hyde Park the other day and the day before I watched the sunset from Millennium Bridge. It was beautiful,” you replied, finally turning toward the boys, a jar of pasta sauce in hand.

“Crazy being in a city like this huh. Definitely not the Outer Banks,” Rafe chuckled lightly, gaze settling on the window.

“Definitely not the Outer Banks,” you smiled.

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“What do you mean you haven’t watched Friends!?” you let out an exasperated cry as you twirled more spaghetti on your fork.

“It’s stupid,” said Topper, making a face.

“It’s a classic,” you retorted.

“No. The Office though. Now that’s a classic.”

“Should’ve know you were an Office guy,” you shook your head, Rafe laughing from his seat across from you.

“Listen, I can’t help you if you don’t know how to appreciate true comedy,” Topper shrugged.

“Yeah okay,” you rolled your eyes, turning now to face the dirty blonde seated across from you, absent mindedly shuffling a deck of cards for no reason, the golden ring on his finer catching your eye as his hands moved in a repetitive motion. “And what about you Mr. Dealer,” you asked Rafe, eyes motioning to the cards in his hand before going back up to meet his gaze. Rafe knew how to keep good eye contact with a person, confident yet not overpowering, and as the evening progressed and you become more comfortable you welcomed the challenge of his piercing blue eyes.

“I’m more of a How I Met Your Mother guy,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Huh, I wouldn’t’ve pegged you as that.”

“And what would you have pegged me as, Y/n,” he asked, still holding your gaze to which you just shrugged playfully, letting him wonder.

“Okay, forget about comedies. Game of Thrones. Hands down best thing I’ve ever watched,” Topper stated, throwing his palms down on the table.

“I mean I do hear good things, but I don’t know, seems kind of intense,” you said before shoving another forkful of spaghetti in your mouth.

“No no no Y/n you literally don’t know what you’re missing out on, it’s pure genius,” Topper continued passionately.

Rafe gave you a knowing glance as you two made eye contact again, trying not to laugh, “He’s been on my ass for years to watch it.”

“And now you have no excuse! It’s senior man, classes will be light work, just give it a chance,” Topper pleaded.

“You know what Topper, just because you’re practically jumping out of your seat right now, I’ll check it out just for you,” you laughed as Toppers face pulled into a wide grin.

“Good enough for me,” he said victoriously.

“Lemme one up that Topps, I’ll also give it a chance, so it better be worth it,” Rafe added, Topper’s eyes growing wide in simultaneous glee and disbelief. Topper quickly got up from his seat, puffing his chest, “woooo! Winter is coming to London baby!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist before heading down the hall to his room.

Two hours had passed by with you hanging out in the kitchen with Rafe and Topper, and to your surprise… you were actually enjoying yourself. You guys had talked about the things you wanted to do in London, the music you all listened to, favorite movies, and tv shows of course. You almost didn’t know how to process it. How could two guys who seemed like such kook douchebags actually be - cool? You had always regarded the two at face value, but perhaps there was more to these boys than what meets the eye.

“Oh god how is it already 8, I’m so behind,” you groaned, getting up to wash your dishes.

“Once Topper is full speed ahead, there’s no stopping that man,” Rafe laughed.

“Hey,” you turned your head around from the sink, soapy dish in hand. “I was actually serious about giving Game of Thrones a try. Damn Topper if he didn’t make me curious now,” you laughed, “but I was thinking, if you’re actually gonna watch too, that we should time it so we both watch on the same days. Because then if we’re on the same schedule, whenever we see each other in the kitchen or something we can discuss and we’ll be on the same episodes so no spoilers.”

“So you mean we’d both watch on our own but at the same time?” Rafe asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, as if it was obvious. That’s what you literally just described.

“Well if we’re gonna watch it at the same time, we might as well just watch it together Y/n,” he calmly stated, walking right up next to you to put his Pringles away.

“Uh yeah I mean that works too,” you replied, looking up at the boy now next to you, getting slightly flustered by his presence once again. His blue eyes were piercing right through you, and this time it was a losing a battle.

“Cool,” he smiled, turning around and walking out of the kitchen to his room. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, the water still running in front of you as you stood their holding the sponge like an idiot. What the fuck just happened?

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Part 3

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