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new update to my fic!! these are my favorite chapters i think.
like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins (20419 words) by MultishipperBish Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Lord of the Flies - William Golding Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Merridew/Ralph, Jack Merridew & Ralph, Jack Merridew & Roger, Ralph & Samneric (Lord of the Flies) Characters: Jack Merridew, Ralph (Lord of the Flies), Samneric (Lord of the Flies), Jack Merridewâs Father, Ralph's Mother (Lord of the Flies), Roger (Lord of the Flies), Original Male Character(s), Henry (Lord of the Flies), Maurice (Lord of the Flies), Bill (Lord of the Flies) Additional Tags: 1950s, Angst, Canonical Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Catholic Guilt, Childhood Trauma, Mental Health Issues, Post-Island, Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Character Analysis, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Forced Proximity, Original Character(s), Rivalry, Everyone Needs A Hug, Nightmares, Awkward Conversations, (followed by awkward hugs), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Period-Typical Homophobia, 13 year olds are the meanest people in the world, Military Funeral, you guys don't understand i'm insane about them, no beta we die like mulberry kid, and Simon, and piggy, rip kings, Panic Attacks Summary: âIt was inside of them to begin with,â he says eventually. âItâs inside of all of us. Grownups go to war, children turn into beasts.â âWe went to war.â âGrownups were children once.â Jack places the edge of his palm over his forehead and laughs. âYou always know what to say, huh, Chief?â
#lotf#lord of the flies#lotf fandom#fuckass fic#jalph#lotf jalph#jack merridew#lotf ralph#posting this at random cause i'm going on a trip for a week which i do not want to do but at least i'll have this fic to reread#sigh. anyway everybody have a good day
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i hate that this website has location based ads now like it's one thing to promote the local grocery store chain to me but i am seeing ads for my workplace now :/
#stop it......#i don't want to go back but this is the last sick day i can reasonably take#i probably should've gone back today but i told them when i was still feeling worse that i wasn't coming in.......#ohhhh i dread going in tomorrow so much. i don't even dislike this job i just hate being somewhere everyday#each day feeling its meaninglessness...... my meaninglessness in the space.......... the repetition and redundancy#selling people who don't need to be there things that they don't need#standing all day long just fucking bored#hoping that enough has happened since i've been gone that people can fill me in#ugggh because it's soooo boring but stressful to have to generate conversation with the same people every day#when nothing new ever happens#and i get sick of everybody even the people that i like and i don't really think anybody likes me that much either#i guess i felt this when i worked there part time but because i only had to be there part time it wasn't this constant gnawing feeling#and they didn't have me in the shop all the time....... this schedule is fucking killing me#i walk there i stand all day and i walk home#that's one of the reasons i haven't come back in yet - i was so dizzy and nauseous that the idea of standing all day was like.#i obviously can't fucking do that even if i would otherwise feel well enough to come in#if i had a sitting job then it wouldn't matter if i was a little dizzy#but getting back and forth to work and then standing for 8 hours. even when i'm feeling well it's kind of a lot#idk i guess i'm pretty unhappy with this job and where i am in life etc but i can't quit rn because what else would i do#there's literally job of this type that is going to pay as well and have good benefits#and i'm not qualified yet for the type of work i hope to do in the future#so i just gotta wait it out but it feels like. endless.#sigh anyway i'm just lazy lol#all this is to say. stop putting ads for my workplace on my dash lol i don't need to see all that
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Bedridden
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man. đđŠâ€ïžâđ„
Joel is sick and refuses to rest, so you knock him out the best way you know how. (5.4k)
Tags - smut, lotsa sexual tension, blow jobs, pussy pronouns, teasing, fingering, unprotected piv, riding the sick old manâs cock, creampie, non-graphic descriptions of being sick. JOEL DOES THE DAD SNEEZE. coughing, fevers. Thatâs all. Joel is stubborn and grumpy while you take care of his old as fuck ass. Arguing with the old man, forcing the old man to bathe, forcing the old man to eat and drink, forcing a thermometer in the old manâs mouth. Joel bitching you out the whole time. Joel is kind of exactly like Dennis in IASIP when the gang gets quarantined. Fic Help - My usuals! @beefrobeefcal, your unhinged comments on the doc were the best part. and @endlessthxxghts thank you for your help <3 A/N - Heyyyyyyy. I promised this fic yesterday and then didnât deliver. Sorry. It just needed to marinate in the doc a little longer or something. Itâs been a bullshit ass few days and Iâm,,,,handling it. Anyway, Iâve been sick as balls so thatâs how this fic came about. Everybody wash your hands đ§Œ
Thereâs a fine point late in the year, right after summer turns to fall. You can fall asleep with the window over your bed cracked open just an inch to let the crisp, cool air blow over your face as you cocoon yourself in blankets. In the mornings you wake to that same breeze and the birds chirping, though less and less as they fly south for the upcoming winter.Â
Not this morning, though. This morning, youâre awoken by a chesty, hacking cough coming from outside your window. You sigh as you get out of bed and push the curtains away from the window to get a better look at what the hell is going on out there.Â
And itâs just your neighbor, Joel. You should have guessed itâd be him, you heard his earth shattering, deafening sneeze the other day when you waved to him as you walked by his house. Joel waved back at you with the same hand he sneezed into. Ew.Â
Everyoneâs getting sick lately, it goes around quickly in Jackson. Always does - it starts with the kids and works its way through the community, and a good four to six weeks are filled with endless sneezing and coughing and mucus.
Joelâs coughing up his lungs as he rakes up the leaves in your yard, a job heâs seemingly assigned himself, because you sure as shit didnât ask him to do this. He has a habit of taking on your chores and home maintenance out of his own frustration.Â
You pull a robe over your pajamas and slide on a pair of slippers, then leave out of the front door to greet Joel. âGood morning, Joel.âÂ
Joel clears his throat. âSâactually noon, lazy ass. âBout time ya woke up.â
âWanna tell me what youâre doing?â
âExactly what it looks like.â He sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve. Gross. âMâworkinâ.âÂ
âYeah, I see that. But you sound sick.âÂ
Joel ignores the accusation, âYour yard looks like shit, by the way,â he says. âWouldnât kill ya to rake once in a while. âStead of makinâ me do it.âÂ
âYou choose to do this. I donât make you do anything,â you argue, rolling your eyes. Itâs funny, though. Joelâs turning into the caricature of the old man angrily shaking his fist at kids playing on his lawn. All crotchety and pissed off about nothing. You step closer to him and wrap your hand around the handle of the rake, pulling it towards yourself. âBesides, Mother Nature put those leaves there for a reason,â you add.Â
âSure, smartass. For you to ignore and for me to clean up. Now, give it,â Joel tugs the rake back. Whatever. You let him. Joel rakes more of your leaves into the pile heâs created, then doubles over in another coughing fit. You rub your palm on his back, patting him gently. Heâs sweating through his flannel. âOh, Christ. Fuck me.âÂ
âJoel, you look awful.â
You help him stand up, âYouâre a terrible flirt, darlinâ,â Joel replies dryly. But he knows youâre not wrong. He saw in the mirror how pale he looked this morning, the dark circles around his eyes.Â
âOh, shut up.â You press the back of your hand against Joelâs forehead, all sweaty and warm. âYouâre burning up, Joel. Youâre sick.âÂ
âI am not sick,â Joel protests through another cough. âIâm fine. How âbout you worry âbout yourself âstead of fussinâ over me.â
âYouâre hacking up a lung in my yard. Iâll worry about you all I want, thank you.â
In response, Joel grumbles something you canât quite make out. You roll your eyes and take the rake from him, dropping it on the grass. âMy rake,â Joel murmurs, annoyed and defeated. With your work clearly cut out for you, you take his hand and lead him into your house. âAw, hell. Whatâre you doinâ to me.âÂ
âTaking care of you,â you reply.
âDidnât sign up for this bullshit,â Joel complains. âI donât need takinâ care of.â
Oh, heâs a peach. Most men, when sick, are total babies - pathetically crying about their headaches and stomachaches to women who deal with the same symptoms on a monthly basis. Itâs charming, truly. But not Joel, though. In his stubbornness, Joel refuses to ever admit when heâs sick, like heâs got something to prove. Can never let himself be taken care of, because thatâs his job - to take care of others. Always has been.Â
Once inside, you have Joel take off his boots, then usher him to the bathroom with a hand on his back, his flannel damp with sweat. âSit.â You reach for Joelâs shoulders and push him down, forcing him onto the lidded toilet. You crouch down at the bathtub and plug the drain with the stopper, then turn the water on - not too hot, not too cold. âYeah, this is good. Thisâll make you feel so much better.âÂ
âOh, câmon. Turn off the damn water. Iâm not takinâ a bath.âÂ
âYou are, too.âÂ
âAm not.âÂ
âJoel,â you bite. Joel parrots your name back in the same threatening tone.
âWeâre breaking that fever one way or another, Joel. So you bathe yourself, or Iâll do it.âÂ
Joel cocks an eyebrow. âOh, will ya, now?â
You go quiet, no retort to his comment. Heat rises to your cheeks and you focus on the bathtub filling with water to avoid Joelâs taunting gaze. After a long enough silence passes, Joel changes the subject. âI donât have any clean clothes, yâknow.âÂ
âThen Iâll grab you some from your house,â you mumble.
âMm,â Joel grunts. âGot an answer for everything, donâtcha?â
You glare. Joel glares too. You fold your arms across your chest and raise your eyebrows at him. You are not losing this battle.Â
Joel sighs in defeat. âAlright, go on anâ get, then. Iâll take the fuckinâ bath if itâll get me fifteen minutes away from you obsessinâ over me. There. Happy?âÂ
âHappy.â
You leave Joel in the bathroom to bathe himself, closing the door behind you. Still wearing nothing but pajamas and a robe, you change quickly into a hoodie and jeans, then leave through your front door for the second time.
Joelâs house is right next to yours, so itâs not a long walk. Mentally, youâre kicking yourself for your stupid threat to bathe Joel. The way he responded to it, âOh, will ya?â and how bashful that made you, the embarrassment written all over your face in big, black, permanent marker. Your crush on the older man is obvious, and Joel, never the gentleman, will jump at any opportunity to make you squirm. Like when he catches your eyes lingering on him for a little too long, heâll tease you for it. âSârude to stare, yâknow,â heâll taunt, always with that stupid fucking grin on his face. Smile lines framing his cheeks, crows feet handsomely peeking at the corners of his eyes. You really need to stop setting yourself up for these things.Â
Once in Joelâs house, you head upstairs for his bedroom and rifle through his dresser drawers for some comfy clothes. You pick out a pair of plaid boxers, some gray sweatpants, and a navy waffle-knit henley. You bunch up his clothes and inhale, Joelâs natural smell still lingering in the clothes, even washed.Â
In his kitchen, you notice some vegetables sitting out on his countertops. Carrots, potatoes, onions. You grab those too, then check the fridge for leftover chicken or turkey or something. He usually has some, and usually brings it to you after heâs had his fill. âThis is for you, trouble. Cause yâdonât eat enough,â heâll gruff. âWould you like me to heat it up for ya?â And whether you say yes or no, he always does. It seems to make him happy or fulfill him somehow, so you let him take care of you like that. If only heâd let you return the favor.
Bingo. Thereâs chicken in old Tupperware right on the top shelf, and yesterdayâs date written in Joelâs terrible handwriting from an old, dried up Sharpie. You take that too, then go back home.Â
You leave Joelâs food you stole on the kitchen table and stop at your linen closet for a fresh towel. You knock on the bathroom door, âJoel?â
âYeah, darlinâ.â
âI have your clothes. And a towel.â
âGood. I need those,â Joel says. âCâmon in, then.âÂ
You open the door, averting your eyes from Joelâs naked body in the bathtub. âRelax. Mânot gonna let you see somethinâ you ainât âsposed to.â Heâs got his hands covering his manhood, the rest of himself on display - toned biceps, veined forearms. His belly is pillowy and hairy and his legs look so long, all bare like this. His toes peeking out of the soapy bathwater. You set the towel and his clothes down on the toilet, stealing an even longer look at him when you think he doesnât notice. âI see ya snoopinâ, trouble. Wanna take a picture?â
You roll your eyes and ignore the offer, turning your attention to Joel but keeping your eyes focused on his face. His hair is slicked back, and his grays pop out against the rest of his dark hair, little ringlet curls at his neck. The asshole is criminally handsome.Â
âAre you feeling better?â
âI feel fine. Like Iâve felt all day,â Joel lies. His body betrays him instantly when another cough wracks through him.Â
âRight. Well, you smell better, at least.âÂ
Joel rolls his eyes, âNice one, sweetheart. Thanks. Now scram, so I can get dressed.âÂ
You leave the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself again. You can hear the sound of the bathtub draining and Joel getting out of the tub as you stop at the linen closet again, this time grabbing some queen sized sheets and pillowcases.Â
In your living room, you pull some cushions off of your sofa and pull out the built-in bed, then dress it with the sheets and an old floral quilt. You cover your own pillows in the pillowcases, then fluff them nicely and set them up for Joel, whoâs leaving the bathroom now, combing his hair back.
âStole your comb,â he says, tossing it for you to catch. He stops in the living room and looks at the pull-out bed that you made up, the corners of the sheets tucked in and everything. âThe hellâs all this?â
âExactly what it looks like,â You mock his words from earlier. âYour bed.â
âYouâre beinâ ridiculous. I ainât even sick.â
You ignore Joel and point to the bed. âGet in.â
Joel rolls his eyes but gets in the bed anyway, springs squeaking under his weight. âMânot gettinâ in this bed âcause Iâm sick or âcause youâre makinâ me. Just feel like sittinâ.âÂ
âSure, Joel,â you sigh. âHow much water have you had today?â
âPlenty.â
âHow much is plenty?â
âItâs enough,â he snaps impatiently. You leave him just for a second to fill a glass with some water, then bring it to him. Joel pushes the glass away, âI said Iâve had enough.âÂ
âIâll decide whatâs enough, now hereââ you put the glass into his hand, âDrink.âÂ
Joel drinks the entirety of the glass, glaring at you the entire time. Good god, if looks could fucking kill. The cool water soothes his scratchy, sore throat, but Joel wonât tell you that. âYouâre a tyrant, sweetheart,â he tells you, voice raspy and low. What he doesnât tell you, however, is that if the shoe were on the other foot and you were the sick one right now, he'd be just as overbearing over your health. Probably worse.Â
You pout mockingly at Joel as you take his glass. âStay here. Donât get up.âÂ
You get up from the bed to go into the kitchen and begin preparing a soup for Joel to soothe his aching throat. You start by dicing onions, then chopping some carrots. You toss them in a large pot with some butter, letting the vegetables soften. Youâve even got some leftover bread you made yesterday, so you turn on your oven to heat it up. You can hear Joel getting restless, tossing and turning in the less than comfortable bed. Probably should have turned on a movie for him, left him a book or something to occupy his restless mind. âYou okay?â
âMâfine. Mind your business.âÂ
You open Joelâs Tupperware and chop up his chicken into little bits. When you look up, Joelâs out of bed. You scoff. Heâs forcing open your window, grunting as it squeaks. âJoel, what did I tell you? Get your ass back in that bed.â
âRelax, would ya? Mâtryinâ to get some air in here.â Joel successfully forces the window open, and cool air blows into your tediously warmed home. âHouse is a fuckinâ oven.â
âYeah, well, thatâs probably your fever talking, dumbass. Put my window down.âÂ
âI really outta fix this window for ya. Ainât good to leave it like this. Iâll get my tools anâ Iââ
You march across the kitchen and into the living room, knife in hand and using it to point to the bed. âJoel.â
âYou scare me,â Joel mumbles, raising his arms in surrender. He closes the sticky window for you, then you march him back to the pullout. Before Joel lays down, he glances in the kitchen at what youâve been cooking. He heard the sounds of you chopping, but with his nose all congested he canât smell enough to hazard a guess as to what youâve been making. Joel narrows his eyes at the stolen Tupperware on your table, the carrots and onion peels to the side, and recognizes it all as his. âIs that myâŠ?âÂ
âJust lay down, Joel.âÂ
âDid you take that from my fridge?âÂ
âI did.â
Youâre completely shameless about this, thereâs not even a half-assed attempt at lying your way out, and Joelâs beside himself. âYou stole from me, you littleââ You urge Joel into bed, fluffing the pillows behind him as you ignore his tantrum. âYou are unbelievable. I could throttle you, you know that?â
âGo ahead, Joel,â you challenge. A slight breeze could knock this sick old man down to his knees. You tuck Joel into the sheets, then adjust the quilt over him again. And this time before leaving him, you grab an old book of word searches in a basket under an end table. âHere.â You toss it to him along with a dull pencil. That should keep him busy.
Back in the kitchen, youâre still working on Joelâs soup. Itâs bubbling away on the stove, and youâve just finished making egg noodles to make the dish a little heartier. Something to stick to his ribs. It hits you then, that you donât hear sniffling or coughing. Joelâs gone quiet, suspiciously so.Â
And lo and be-fucking-hold, Joelâs up again. This time, with tools. Tools that you donât have, tools that he must have snuck out and grabbed from his home at some point. âJoel!âÂ
âThere,â Joel says, moving your window up and down seamlessly. âWindowâs fixed.âÂ
âHow many times do I have to say it?âÂ
âHow about you try a âthank youâ, huh?â Joel shoots back.
You shoo him back to bed. You slice a bit of warm bread, then ladle some soup into a bowl and bring it to him with a spoon. âEat,â you tell him.Â
Joel eats a spoonful, and itâs written all over his face how much he enjoys it, the warm broth relieving his sore throat. âSo whatâd you poison it with, huh?â
âOh, youâre such a dick.âÂ
Joel smiles, only teasing. âMâsorry. Sâjust that you shouldnât be doinâ all this for me, sâall.â Joel squeezes your knee comfortingly. âThank you. I mean it, darlinâ.â Heâll let you feed him, but no more than that. Youâre too sweet for your own good. âSâgood soup.â
âIâm glad you like it, you asshole.â You smile too, and push some of Joelâs hair out of his face. He finishes his bowl of soup, even has a second one. You take his bowl away and wash it at the sink.
âShould let me do that,â Joel says, following you into the kitchen. âAinât that how it works? One cooks, the other cleans.â Joel bumps you to the side and takes the soapy dish from your hands.
âMaybe another time,â you offer, attempting to take back the bowl. âDonât want your germs on my dinnerware.â But Joel holds on tight, so you let him wash the dish. Since he wants to die on this hill. So you dry your hands, then feel his forehead once again. You frown, displeased that the bath didnât work at curbing his fever at all. Heâs still burning up. âIâll be right back.âÂ
You go to your bathroom and open the cabinet vanity, where you have an old Walgreens thermometer, the paint all smudged off. You wash it with soap and water in the sink, then return to Joel. Amazingly, you find him in the bed doing his word search puzzle, and you didnât even have to tell him to go lay down this time.Â
The bed creaks under you as you sit down next to him. You put his book down, âOpen,â you tell him, thermometer in hand.
âOh, câmon now,â Joel complains. âGet that thermometer outta my face.â Â
You shake your head no, and tug on Joel's chin so that he opens his mouth. You place the thermometer under his tongue and he closes his lips around it, staring daggers at you the entire time thermometer reads his temperature.Â
Heâs so handsome. Big, sparkling brown eyes underneath brows knit together in irritation. Pouting lips. Age looks good on him, perfectly both softens and enhances his rougher edges.
The thermometer beeps. You read the temperature, 102.3°F. Why Joelâs even upright with a fever like this is a mystery, but thatâs men for you. Fucking idiots. âThatâs a hell of a fever youâre running, Joel.â
âYouâre fullâa shit. Gimme that.â Joel sniffles and snatches the thermometer from you to read the number for himself. He shrugs. âSâold. Probably faulty. Canât trust it.â Joel covers his mouth with his elbow and coughs loudly.Â
âYouâre old and faulty too, Joel. Look at you.â You offer him a handkerchief to wipe his nose. âYouâre falling apart.âÂ
Joel scowls at you before blowing his nose. You leave him once more, this time to bring him a cool, damp rag. You press it against his forehead, and Joel closes his eyes. âDoes that feel nice?â
âNo. Quit that.âÂ
But Joelâs body betrays him. Heâs sighing in relief, and his tensed muscles loosen. His breathing, while still shallow, has slowed as much as it can, soft belly rising and falling with steady breaths.
âAre you falling asleep?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not. Mânot tired,â Joel argues. He tries adjusting the now lukewarm rag, warmed by his body heat.
âYou should sleep.â
âNah.â
 You take the damp rag off of Joelâs forehead and flip it so that the cooler side soothes his hot, feverish skin. âYou know, Joel, I think this is why god made women. To take care of stupid, sick men like you.â
âHm. Could be so. But I think he sent you to me as a punishment of sorts.âÂ
âIs that so? A punishment?â
âSâright. Anâ some day, youâll fool some poor man into marryinâ you and heâll have to put up with this same shit the rest of his life. I donât envy that sorry bastard one bit.âÂ
âOh, I know,â you coo, wiping away a droplet of water that rolls down his temple. âYou tell me all about it, Joel. Tell me how terrible it is.â
âOh, I intend to.â Joel continues his tirade, bitching and moaning about how you're doing too much, that none of this is necessary. âQuit fussinâ over meâ and so on.
You know that after this, Joel will try to leave you, go home and fiddle with things in his home that arenât broken - or worse yet, heâll tinker with the things in yours that he deems in need of fixing. Squeaky door, creaky floor panels. You listen to his slight wheezing, his sniffling, his voice all raspy and broken. He really does need to rest, the poor man.Â
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man.Â
You remove the damp rag from Joelâs head and set it on the coffee table behind you. Joelâs eyes are shut as he takes shallow breaths, and you trace lazy patterns on his stomach, inching your way down, down, until youâre rubbing his warm bulge, feeling him stiffen beneath your touch. âGoddamnit, what the hell are you doinâ tâme, now?â Joel groans. He takes your wrist and squeezes it gently in his grip.
âNothing, Joel,â you answer innocently.
 âBullshit, itâs - youâre - oh, fuck.â Joel bucks into your palm. You slide your hand beneath his sweatpants to touch his bare cock, amused at how Joel decided against wearing boxers today. âYouâre killinâ me, sweetheart. You gotta, you canâtââ
âShhh,â you hush him. You drag your nails through his patch of coarse hair, playing with those long and wiry hairs. You palm his cock again, half hard and growing harder by the second. Before this goes further, you tug his sweatpants down his thighs. âLift up for me, Joel.â
Joel lifts his hips and you tug his sweats down the rest of the way, then continue touching him. You spit into your hand and pump him from top to bottom, taking special care to gently massage his balls when you reach the base of his cock. âOhh, darlinâ. Oh lord.âÂ
Joelâs stiffened to full length now. You kiss the tip of his cock, all the way down his shaft before licking your way back up, one long, fat stripe. You swirl your tongue around the head and dip your head, teasing him with it as you bob your head up and down, taking more and more of him down your throat with each pass.
Joel moans, his sick voice breaking a little. He keeps a heavy hand on your bobbing hand and wonders what the hell he did to deserve this from you. He should have stopped fighting his sickness long ago if this is what was in the cards for him.Â
Realization dawns on Joel. It all makes sense, why youâre sucking him off at this particular moment. Youâre trying to put him to bed, you goddamn deviant. âYouâre trouble,â he accuses. âI know exactly what youâre doinâ.âÂ
âHmm?â You turn your head to Joel, his cock still in your mouth. You bounce it against your inner cheek, and Joel groans at the lewd image of his cockhead bulging in your mouth.
âYeah,â Joel says. âAnd let me - oh, fuck-â You drop your head low, taking all of him into your mouth. So deep that your nose is buried in his pubic hair. âLet me tell ya, darlinâ, what youâre doin - it ainât gonna work on me.â
You pull off of his cock with a pop. âIt wonât?â
Joel shakes his head. âMm-mm. Youâre wastinâ your time.âÂ
âOh. Well, I should stop, then.âÂ
You begin to pull off of his cock, but Joel forces you back down. âNah, you donât have t - you gotta give it your best shot, right?â
You smile with Joelâs cock in your mouth. What a fucking guy. You pull off of him only momentarily, garnering a protesting groan spilling from his lips. You take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. âLemme help you with that, câmere, darlinâ,â Joel says, pulling your pants and panties down your legs. He unclasps your bra next, then sheds his own clothing.Â
You take him right back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his length. This time, though, you play with your pussy. As you move up and down Joelâs shaft, you slip through your folds, dipping down to your wet hole to gather your arousal on your fingertips. You circle your clit a couple of times, then push your fingers in and out of your pussy.Â
âYou fuckinâ yourself on your fingers, sweetheart?â
âMm-hm,â you hum, mouth stuffed full of Joelâs cock.
Joel pulls your hand away and replaces your fingers with his own, much thicker and longer ones. âLet me,â he says. âSâmy job. Shouldnât have tâdo that to yourself, âless you wanna. Or if I say so.âÂ
Joel spreads your thighs wider. He moves his pointer and middle fingers up and down, exploring your slick, velvety pussy. He sucks those two fingers and then his thumb and rubs tight circles around the sensitive nub, all swollen and wet with your arousal. You moan at the action, the vibration of your voice traveling right down his shaft and to his balls. He bucks himself into your mouth.
Joel inserts his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out slowly before curling them upward, stroking right where you need him to. âGot a nice fuckinâ pussy,â he purrs with his hoarse, gravelly voice. You pulse around his fingers, and Joel admires the way your tight hole hugs him as he moves in and out of you. âSheâs makinâ such a mess, drippinâ all over me.âÂ
You twist your fist up and down Joelâs shaft as you suck him, working him closer and closer to the edge. Joelâs content with this, the prospect of coming down your throat and fucking you with his fingers. But you have a different idea, and when his balls are tightening and his shaft is twitching, his breathing quickening, you pull off of him.Â
Joel groans in frustration, but his anger is quickly eased when you straddle his hips. You reach between your legs for his cock and stroke it, dragging the tip through your folds, up and down, up and down, dipping it in and out of yourself to tease him. âYouâre fightinâ dirty.âÂ
 Joelâs exercised enough self control today and doesnât let you tease him for long. He puts both of his large, weathered, and masculine hands on your waist and pulls you right down on his cock, the initial penetration causing a stretch so intense you see stars for a second. âOh god, Joel,â you moan, clutching his shoulders.Â
âI know, I know,â Joel whispers, rubbing your back. âYou good, sweetheart? You need a minute?â
 âJust - just a second.â
 âTake your time. Know itâs a lot, youâll get used to it.âÂ
Joel gives you a second, then inches you up and down on his cock to get you adjusted to the sensation of being so full of him. Soon enough, the ache dissipates and is replaced with pleasure, nothing but pure pleasure. You rest against his hot body, rocking your hips to grind against his pubic bone.Â
You know that by the way he bucked his hips into your mouth, how he pulled you down on his cock, how even now he moves you, that heâll tire himself out. Your plan was simply to make him come to knock him out, but this - this works too. Exhaust his body, get yourself off in the process. Killing two birds with one stone.Â
Joel fucks you harder now, hands on your ass to move you up and down on his cock. He bends his legs at the knee for more leverage, bouncing you on his lap. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he grunts. He moves you so that your chest is right above his face, and one at a time, sucks your nipples into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing them.Â
You hold onto Joelâs broad shoulders to steady yourself, looking down at him as he fucks himself into you. Heâs so handsome, cheeks and chest all flushed red, a sheen of sweat glittering at his hairline, his graying curls damp. Joelâs eyebrows are knit together as he fucks you, tracing your curves with his gaze. He pulls you against his chest as he ruts against you, his scruff scratching your skin so deliciously. âTakinâ me so good. Look so pretty on my cock like this.âÂ
You move at his will. Joelâs underneath you, rocking himself in and out of your dripping, tight pussy. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips stuttering in a non-rhythm as he pushes himself inside you over and over. He must be getting close now.Â
âUp, sweetheart. Lean back fâme.âÂ
You peel yourself off of Joelâs middle, all slick with his sweat. Joel spits into his hand and presses the calloused pads of his fingertips against your clit. You roll your hips against him, savoring that much-needed friction against your clit.
âLike that, darlinâ. Jusâ like that. Fuck yourself on my cock,â Joel says, rubbing your sensitive bud with tight circles. âGonna watch you come all over me.âÂ
âYeah,â you moan, âWanna come for you.âÂ
Joel loves you like this. Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape, body quivering and twitching on top of him. He steadily massages your wet, swollen clit and wears a crooked smile when he feels your cunt start to pulse around him. And you think youâre pulling one over on him, but look at you, all fucked out and delirious. Youâll probably crash after this, and Joel will go right back to fixing up your house. Thereâs a door hinge thatâs been squeakingâŠ
âOh my - Joel, Iâm - Iâm gonna -âÂ
âKnow you are, sweetheart. Let me have it,â he groans, voice all broken and hoarse. âCome all over my cock, darlinâ. Let go fâme.âÂ
That hot, sticky pleasure in your gut begins to intensify rapidly. You go quiet just before it happens, then let out a long, whimpering moan when your orgasm takes over your body. You shudder and jerk as Joel fucks you through your release, and once youâve ridden it out, Joel pulls you tight against his chest.Â
While you come down from your high, Joel frantically fucks you, slamming his hips against yours as he chases his own climax, balls tightening and his belly filling with warmth. âOh, goddamn. Fuck, fuck, fuck,â Joel pants as he comes, painting your insides with his hot seed, the warmth of his release and the pulsing of his cock so satisfying.Â
Coming down from his orgasm, a wave of exhaustion hits Joel. He finds himself unable to move, unable to open his heavy eyelids. He mightâve been wrong, because napping away the rest of the afternoon doesnât sound quite so bad, now.
You pull your body off of Joelâs and he lets out a sighing grunt when his softening cock slides out of your body, the mess he created with you spilling all over his lap. You grab that washrag you held against his forehead and clean him up and then yourself, then get up to dispose of it.Â
Joel grabs you by the arm, his grip weak. âDonât you go anywhere, trouble,â he grumbles.Â
âBut Iâve gotta take care of this, Joel,â you protest.Â
âDeal with it later. Just -â Joel yawns and pulls you down and holds you tight against his chest, as tight as he can, anyway. âJusâ stay with me a minute.âÂ
Joelâs eyes are still shut, and his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic. Itâs laughable how quickly sleep is taking over his sick, exhausted body, having used what little life he had in himself to fuck you stupid. Like that last burst of energy from a dying star. âI thought you werenât tired,â you tease.
Joel sniffles. âMânot.âÂ
âMhm. Sure.âÂ
âJust checkinâ my eyelids for holes.â
You push some curls out of Joelâs face and hold your palm against his cheek, still hot with his fever. Heâs so peaceful looking like this, plump lips pouting as he breathes through his mouth. You bring your face close to his and close the gap by pressing a little kiss against his lips.Â
âWhatâre you kissinâ me for, hm?âÂ
âI want to,â you reply, kissing him again.
âGonna get yourself sick,â Joel murmurs groggily, eyes still closed. âWhich means in a couple days, I get to do all this right back to you. S'payback, darlinâ.â
You chuckle. And in just a few short seconds, Joelâs snoring lightly, dead to the world.
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JUST KEEP LOVING ME THE WAY I LOVE YOU LOVING ME â SATORU GOJO
pairings. satoru gojo/reader
content, warnings. non-curse au, doctor au (reader), ceo au (satoru), no real content warnings, fluff, satoru is nothing but a romantic at heart
word count. 3k
notes. this exists in the post-completion au of a larger universe/incomplete fic of mine, that i will hopefully finish someday lololol but this is way easier to write than that so here you go đ„ł
âThere are four chairs worth a collective seventy-five hundred dollars in this office, so, pray, tell, why is your ass on my desk?âÂ
Satoru grins at your words, too distracted by taking in the sight of you to take into consideration the underlying threat. Itâs been far too long, almost three whole days since heâs last seen you and, god, you look good. He knows if he said that youâd roll your eyes and insist that thereâs nothing good-looking about your worn-in business attire and lab coat that was in desperate need of laundering, but it wouldnât change his opinion: you always look good, and Satoru really fucking missed you.Â
Which is why he doesnât say the words, but makes sure to throw a deceivingly charming wink your way so that you get the message anyway. As expected, you still roll your eyes, but he doesnât mind; you look good doing that, too.
âSeriously, Satoru, what are you doing here?â you question, closing the door behind you when you fully step into the room. You make pace towards your desk, attempting to get to the other side, but this is exactly why Satoru chose to lean against it instead of sitting on any one of your very expensive and comfortable chairsâbecause this way, heâs in the perfect position to intercept your path and pull you to fit neatly between his legs before you can even think about reaching your office chair and ignoring him.Â
He pulls you by the loop of your lab coat, but his hands quickly find their way to your shoulders, unpeeling the white layer just enough so that your blouse is exposed to him, and he can slowly rub his palms against your arms and shoulders with just enough pressure to hopefully release some tension. You wonât let go of all of it, but thatâs alright, because Satoruâs got other methods for taking care of you.
âHi,â he calls, smiling gently down at you, âI missed you.âÂ
This close, Satoru can see the exhaustion clearly in your eyes. Thereâs more, too: frustration, guilt, worryâand it takes everything in him not to coo and pull you into his chest and do his best to shield you from the world forever.Â
Thereâs a beat before you speak, a small sigh, thatâs quickly painted over with a tired smile and a remorseful, âI missed you, too. Iâm sorry for being so short, the interim chief has been getting on my last nerves, andââ
âYou donât have to apologize,â Satoru cuts in, leaning forward to press a reassuring kiss to your forehead. He likes that he can feel you relax under his touch. âI know youâre busy. I just missed you.âÂ
Itâs not easy to share you with anything or anyone, but Satoru knows that even on the hardest days, you love your job, and that so many people need your brilliant mind. What he does mind is when people make your job harder than it needs to be, and heâs been getting an earful about this new interim chief from just about everybodyâyou, Kento, Yuuji, Ieiri, even some of your favorite scrub nurses have indulged him in the gossip about the newest common enemyâand he doesnât appreciate that someone is putting extra stress on his baby. So, even if it is a makeshift massage in your office and distracting you from your paperwork, Satoru will do what he can to help you relieve tension.Â
You reach your arms to wrap them around his shoulders, taking a half step closer to him, peering up at him. Satoru loves when your arms are around his neck like this; he canât quite pinpoint whyâmaybe itâs the way you have to crane your neck to look up at him, the way youâre perfectly nestled under his view, the feeling of being wrapped in you. He does his best to close the loop of your intimacy, resting his hands on the small of your back and pulling you impossibly closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He likes that he can feel you relax into his touch.
âYouâre sweet,â you smile, rubbing your thumb against the shorter hairs at the back of his head. Satoru feels himself melt into you, too. Itâs been too long since youâve been this close, three whole days too long. âThank you.â
âNothing to thank me for, baby,â he smiles, stealing a gentle kiss. Satoru loves this the most, loves the feeling of your lips on hisâand itâs definitely been too long since heâs kissed you, so he makes sure to do it again, and once more after that for good measure.Â
But itâs not enough. Heâll have to take you home, sit you on the couch so he can kiss you all night and make up for the lack of kisses and touches and youness heâs been deprived of these past few days. But first, heâll have to pull you away from your work, and thatâs not easy work.Â
âCome home,â he muses, leaning his forehead against yours, âWe can order in, and share your favorite bottle of wine, and watch a movie.âÂ
You lean up to kiss him briefly. âEvery time we share a bottle of wine, we end up making out and not watching anything.âÂ
âDo we?â Satoru feigns innocence, âI never noticed. Doesnât sound like a bad idea, though.â
âSatoru,â you whisper, quiet but firm, with a smile that lets him know you want to, but you canât. Itâs a tone that Satoru knows all too well, and isnât particularly fond of. âI have charts to finish.âÂ
âFinish them tomorrow,â he steals another kiss, âOr pawn them off on Kento,â another kiss, âOr Yuuji. Residents always need more experienceâisnât that what you and Ieiri always say?âÂ
You let him kiss you again, and again, and again. Each time a little longer, a little warmer, a little less innocent than the last, growing from a little, to a lot, to all-consuming. Satoru hums when he feels your nails raking through his hair; an unfortunate move, as the sound pulls you back to reality and away from him in a decrescendo of kisses.Â
âYouâre really good at that,â you laugh, voice soft.Â
âAt kissing?â Satoru dips his head down to taste your laughter against his lips, âThanks, Iâve had a lot of practice with a very pretty girl.âÂ
âNo,â and youâre laughing again, louder this time, and Satoru counts every little giggle as a victory, âYouâre good at... seducing me without saying youâre seducing me.â
âOh, that?â he grins, tucking his pointer and index finger under your chin to meet you in a knowing kiss, âYeah, thatâs a talent of mine, too.â
You let him steal one more, and Satoru doesnât take it for granted. âCome home,â he whispers against your lips before slotting them in yet another kiss, âI miss you.âÂ
And he can feel it when you finally break, sighing into the kiss, and melting into his touch completely. One more, he just needs one more kiss to seal the deal, and thenââFine,â you concede, âBut I get to choose where to get dinner from.âÂ
âOf course, sweets, whatever you want,â Satoru grins, pulling back to kiss your forehead again, âNowâshall we? If we order in the car, we can probably pick it up on our way home.â
Heâs in the home stretch now, but heâs not completely free: if you catch a glimpse of your work, or someone comes in to find you, or your godforsaken pager beeps then all of his plans could come crumbling down before him. The key to transitioning from the âyouâve agreed to come home with him early stageââif you can count 9:45pm, coming off of a 17-hour work day as earlyâto the âwe are actually leaving this hospital and nobody can stop us phaseâ is swiftness. This time period is critical, and Satoru is ready for the sprint.Â
He shimmies your lab coat all the way off of your body for you, checking for the weight of your pager in your right pocket, before hanging it on the back of your chair. He shoos you to grab your coat, and makes sure you donât get within three feet of this side of your deskâtaking your purse out of your locked drawer and closing an open file folder in the time it takes you to slip out of your heels and into your sneakers, and by the time youâre turning back around, Satoru is already there next to you, with your purse in one hand, and his other hovering on the light switch.Â
He makes sure youâre out the door first, and flickers off the light with a satisfied grin. His baby was coming home early with him, and there is nothing else heâd rather do than spend time pampering you.Â
You must truly be more tired than you know, because you make no protest when he slings an arm over your shoulder on your way out of the elevator. Usually, you chastise him for any PDA within hospital walls, but tonight you let it be, even leaning some of your body weight against his as you walk. Satoruâs not complaining at all, maybe heâll try his luck and sneak a kiss on your cheek.Â
He decides to go for it, leaning over for a kiss, when you suddenly pull away, turning and patting against your side. Confused, and disappointed, Satoru pouts, âWeâve really got to work on this fear of affection youâve got going on, sweets. Itâs the leading cause of makesatorupout-itis.âÂ
âWeâve been over thisâyou canât just add âitisâ to the end of your words to make them diagnostic,â you giggle, âI was looking for my keys.â
Satoruâs frown deepens. âYou have the fancy reserved doctor parking space, they canât tow you. So, we can take my car home.âÂ
âNo, we cannot, because I do not trust you to wake up and drive me back tomorrow morning.âÂ
âThen Iâll get you a cab in the morning, orâeven better, Iâll call Ichiji to pick you up.âÂ
âIchiji is still in Paris,â you remind him. Satoru purses his lips. He did ask Ichiji to stay with Megumi. Damn it.
âI have other cars, you can drive one of them in the morning.âÂ
âAnd park it where?âÂ
âIn your fancy reserved doctor parkingâoh, okay I see the flaw there,â Satoru pulls back. You find amusement in his disappointment, but he doesnât think thereâs anything funny here.Â
He shakes his head. He should have taken a cab from his office, but this is okay, a minor setback, nothing he canât think around. âNew plan: we take your car, and Iâll come by to get mine tomorrow. Easy peasy.âÂ
âYours will be towed by then.âÂ
âThatâs fine,â Satoru shrugs, âI can afford a tow fee.âÂ
âSatoru,â you call, reaching your free hand up to place your palm against his cheek, âWe both drive home. Itâll be thirty minutes, tops. Forty if thereâs traffic, but if you stop pouting and we leave now, we should be fine.âÂ
Satoru sighs. He knows thatâs the most reasonable plan of action, but the simple truth is that he doesnât want to be away from you right now, even to go the short distance home. Heâs already spent the last few days without you, and even though this is calling it in early for you, he only gets maybe four hours awake with you before youâre off again. Thinking about that makes him miss you again already. Pathetic, maybe, but he doesnât care.
âOh, Dr. (_____), hey!â Yuujiâs voice is an easily distinguishable interruption to your petty argument, and Satoruâs sulking, âPerfect timingâIâm glad I caught you before you left. Is it okay if I ask you to sign something before you go?âÂ
You easily warm up to the younger boy and agree, fondly making conversation with Yuuji as he scrolls through some documents on his tablet. And just as youâve finished scribbling your signature along the screen, Satoru has a bright idea.Â
âHey, Yuuji, you can drive right?â Satoru questions rhetorically, already reaching for his wallet and car keys, âGreat! Hereâs two grand, itâs all yours if you drive this car home tonight.â Satoru smiles widely, shoving his keys and some cash into the pocket of Yuujiâs white coat.Â
âWhatâreally? Awesome! But, whyââÂ
Satoru dismisses his disbelief with a wave of his hand. He steps a bit closer to Yuuji, just enough to lean into his ear and tuck a couple more bills into his pocket, âAnd between you and me, thatâs an extra three grand if you finish up a couple of charts for my lady so she can sleep in tomorrow. Not a bad deal, right?âÂ
âSure, no problem!â Yuuji salutes, âIâd do anything for Dr. Almost-Gojo. Plus, if Iâm busy working for her, then I donât have to babysit cells in a dish for Dr. Gakuganji.âÂ
âAtta boy,â Satoru ruffles his hair, âCatch you later, Yuuji, Iâve got a hot date to get to. And tell Nanamin I say hello!âÂ
You elbow Satoru shallowly, a silent warning to keep his voice down, and a verbal chastising of, âItâs Dr. Itadori and Dr. Nanamin to you.â
âMore like Dr. Nanameanie,â Satoru laments, resuming the position of his arm around your shoulder, âIâve left him six calls this week! Heâs so cruelâhe knows I have to leave next week and heâs depriving me of one on one time. I think Iâm gonna have to sneak into his office at lunch tomorrow and confront him.â
Despite his crass words and dramatics, you laugh, and so, Satoru smiles. He finally gets that cheek kiss right as you two reach your car, bending down to plant one for you at the same time he steals your keys from your hand and banishes you to the passenger seat. Heâs not much of a driver himself, despite his excess amount of cars, but youâre his baby and you deserve to be driven around no matter the case, but especially when youâve spent all day taking care of other people.Â
Plus, on days like this, if heâs real careful and smooth, you fall asleep in the car and he gets to carry you inside. He makes that his goal for the next thirty minutes, and he succeeds in twenty, confirmed by your soft snores just as he pulls into the curbside pick-up spot of your favorite restaurant. He retrieves the take-out as quietly as possible, before making the rest of the journey home, taking the time to glance over at you during red lights.Â
Satoru loves the way you look when youâre asleep, loves to see you well-rested, but something even more dear to him than that is a fact that Nanami let slip in the aftermath of a dinner party heâd hosted about a year after you two had started dating: âShe never sleeps outside of her bed, for as long as Iâve known her,â he muses, nodding to your sleeping figure on Satoruâs couch, âNot even in the on-call rooms during our 72 hour shifts. She must... she must really trust you, Satoru.âÂ
(He also recalls the awfully strong grip on his shoulder and subsequent shovel talk Kento gave him a moment later. Not that Satoru ever had anything but pure intentions with you, but the threat of breaking Kentoâs best friendâs heart was more than enough to keep his commitments in check).
Satoru peers at you fondly in his arms, held bridal style with the takeout in the grip of a pinky finger, glancing up only to nod and thank his doorman for pushing the penthouse button for him. Satoru prides himself on many things, but the one thing he always holds in his highest regards is you: call him cocky, but he thinks heâs quite good at caring for you, that thereâs nobody else fit to look after you the way that he can; and knowing that you feel safe in his arms is the highest honor he could achieve in this life.
He sets you carefully on the couch once he steps inside the apartment, and places the food on the coffee table. He debates whether or not he should wake you up now; he hates to, but he knows you need to eat, and, selfishly, he wants to cash in on those few hours he has with you to hear your voice.Â
Heâll dish out the food first, and then wake you up to eat, he decides. He leans down to kiss the crown of your head, eyes flicking to your face, and pausing at your neck, where your engagement ring rests crookedly against your skin. You must have had an emergency surgery today, he thinks; your schedule for today was originally just to round on post-op patients and attend some meetings, but you knot the ring into your chain when you have to scrub into the operating room.Â
Carefully, Satoru reaches to undo it from the chain, and slips it back onto your ring finger. It looks pretty against your skin when itâs around your neck, but personally, he thinks it looks best this way, the sparkle of the aquamarine against the halo of diamonds fits perfectly across the width of your finger, just the way he had it made to be.
Satoru bends down even further to kiss the back of your hand, before laying it to rest on your stomach. He might need to bribe Yuuji to take care of some more work for you, you two really should get a move on that wedding planning, and youâre going to need at least a week off to fly and visit his grandmaâs pastry shop in Osaka for cake tasting.
He smiles at the thought. He doesnât feel so bad about waking you up nowâwedding talk seems like the perfect way to end the evening if you ask him; there would be no sweeter sound than hearing how you imagine the start of the rest of your lives to be.Â
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bad news first - sjy (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact pairing. jake x fem!reader synopsis. From the moment you'd met at eight to the day he moved to South Korea at fourteen, you and Jake were inseparable. But after years of being apart, you've come to terms with the fact that at twenty, you and Jake just aren't what you used to be. That is until you get a text from him, and all of a sudden, he's back by your side, doing his year abroad at the university you study at, and all your feelings for him float back up to the surface. genre. college au, childhood friends to ???? to lovers, painful mutual pining, one bed trope..... a sprinkle of angst (my hand slipped) but mostly fluff i promise and smut (mdni!!!), also i made sunghoon really weird in this and idkw, this is set in scotland.. edinburgh uni rep!! word count. 23k author's note. everybody say happy belated birthday to @zreamy.. happy belated birthday zo!!! being 22 years and 6 days old is cooler than just 22 years old anyway.. hope you like it bestie... if you dont... well theres a building on campus thats 17 stories high sooo.. enjoy! i hope everyone else enjoys too, since this is a bday fic for zo she couldnt beta read so i had to raw dog this so if its terrible.. not my fault! lmk what u think!! i also made a playlist for this, do listen along!!
âAlright kids, good news or bad news first?â
You looked at your teacher, then at the boy next to you, then back at your teacher. âBad news first,â you said in unison.
You were only eight, but you were both wise enough to know that hearing good news second would assuage the blow of whatever these bad news were. Miss Dawson sighed as she crouched in front of you. âThe bad news is your bus driver is on strike and wonât be coming. The good news is that your parents have been informed and are coming to pick you up soon.â
Following her instructions, you headed to the gymnasium and sat there silently among the other kids. Not many kids in your class rode the bus home, and the ones who did seemed to have drivers not on strike, so it was just the two of you. You were used to that, though - over January and February, you had made a sort of silent pact to stand and wait for the bus together. You sometimes shared snacks, but you never spoke. For some reason, you felt at ease with this boy, even though you didnât know much about him. You had heard he had moved to Brisbane just at the start of this year, all the way from South Korea. You were pretty sure his name was Jake.
You handed him one of your Twix bars. Then he spoke. âI thought a strike was when you did really well in bowling.â
âSame,â you replied, mouth full of chocolate and caramel. âIâm not sure why that would keep the bus driver from picking us up.â
Jake looked at you with wide eyes, distress clear in them. âDo you think he went bowling instead of picking us up?â
This made you frown. âThatâd be really rude.â
âIt would. I always make sure to go bowling on the weekends, âcause if I missed school thatâd be rude to Miss Dawson.â
You nodded your head in fervent agreement. âFor sure.â
That weekend, his mum called your mum to ask if you wanted to go to the bowling alley with them. From then on, for the next six years, you were stuck together by glue.Â
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Twelve years later, Jakeâs name appearing on your phone screen has become such a rare sight, you donât believe it right away. It takes you a few seconds of intense squinting at the letters to actually realise your eyes arenât deceiving you.
jake.sim15 hey y/n!! you go to edinburgh uni right?
You type and delete three different responses before settling for a simple yeah, I am! whatâs up?, hoping you sounded nonchalant even though you very much felt chalant. You thought that whatever you sent wouldnât be as weird as taking forever to answer such a straightforward question.Â
As you wait for Jakeâs reply, you scroll through your previous shared messages, noting with sadness that for three years in a row, the only instances youâd texted were to wish each other a happy birthday or when he reacted with a fire emoji to Stories of your dog, Milo. Before that, your last conversation was to congratulate each other about getting into your top choice universities and to discuss plans for your respective futures.
Futures that used to include each other, you think. His reply appears at the bottom of your screen before melancholy can fill your heart.
jake.sim15 i applied to go there for my year abroad next year annnnd i got in !! heh
You shoot up straight from your seat on the lounge chaise youâd been sunbathing on, a loud âOh my God!â involuntarily escaping your mouth.Â
âWhat? What happened? Is everything okay?â Chaewon asks frantically, rushing over to your side. âOh,â she says when she sees your phone. âItâs a text⊠from a boy?âÂ
This makes Yunjin, previously unbothered by your panic, rise from her seat and take off her sunglasses. âA boy? Show me,â she demands, snatching your phone from your hands before you can protest. Upon seeing the texts on your screen, she lets out a loud gasp. âItâs not just any boy! Itâs the one and only Jake Sim himself.â
âGive that back!â you plead, hand reaching for your phone, but Yunjin is already walking away.
âAnd heâs coming to Edi this September, apparently. He says heâs sorry for not saying anything earlier, but he was waiting for an answer up until now.â She scoffs. âLeave it to our uni to tell someone theyâre in less than two months before term starts. Oh, youâre the first person heâs told, Y/N! After his parents. How cute,â she coos, protesting when you snatch your phone back from her. âHey! I was reading that.â
âThose are my texts, Yunjin. Iâm the one whoâs meant to read them.â
She shrugs. âYou wouldâve told us anyway.â
âWhat are you going to reply?â Chaewon asks. With the both of them hovering over your shoulders and watching as you type a response, a sort of stage fright comes over you, making you send what might be the most unoriginal reply known to man.
âAwesome? Seriously, Y/N?â Yunjin reads, disproportionately disgusted with you.
âThatâs a lot of exclamation marks. It almost makes it look like you donât mean it,â Chaewon says.
âI do mean it!â
âWell, he seems to like it. A smiling-with-teeth emoji is a good sign, right?â she asks in an attempt to make you feel better.
âHe has automatic caps off. That man is run-through,â Yunjin says, shaking her head as she walks back to her sunbed.
âYou were excited about him texting me just a second ago,â you reproach.
âYeah, before I found out he was a whore.â
âYunjin, you know we don't slut-shame here!â Chaewon exclaims. Before Yunjin can say anything even worse in response, your phone starts ringing, and Jakeâs name appears on your screen. âHeâs calling you?â Chaewon gasps, making Yunjin sit up with a start for the second time in less than five minutes.
âThis man is insane,â she remarks with all the seriousness in the world.
You run away from your friends, finding refuge in the outside kitchen area out of earshot. They donât need to hear your conversation with Jake. You love them, but they can be weirdly unsupportive in moments like these.
âHey, Jake,â you greet, hoping he doesnât notice the breathlessness in your voice. It was because you had just ran, of course - you didnât want him to think you were so nervous about talking to him after such a long time, you could barely breathe. Because you werenât. At all.
âHey, Y/N!â he replies, and the excitement in his voice makes your heart melt. âI hope itâs not weird that I called, I just thought itâd be nicer than texting, is that okay?â
âYeah, itâs fine, itâs nice to hear your voice,â you say before you can really think about it, and cringe at your own words. Years without talking and the worldâs worst line is the first thing you say to Jake. Thankfully, before you start excruciating yourself, a chuckle pours out of Jakeâs throat and blesses your ears.
âItâs nice to hear your voice, too. What are you up to?âÂ
âOh, Iâm on vacation with my friends. One of them has a rich aunt who owns a villa in southern Italy, so weâre just chilling by the pool right now.âÂ
âYou always wanted to go to Italy! That sounds so nice,â he says. Your breath catches gently in your throat - he remembers, you note.
âYeah, it really is. What about you, how are you spending the summer?â
Jake tells you about the local bookstore owned by a grandpa thatâs always had a soft spot for him and that gave him a part-time job for the summer. âIâm trying to save up as much money as I can before I leave. If I treat you to a meal, will you show me around the city?â he asks, and you can hear the grin in his voice. It makes you realise how much youâve actually missed him.
âYou donât need to treat me to a meal, Iâll show you around anyway.âÂ
Still, he insists, and you find yourself giving in quickly - because itâs Jake or because free food is on the table, youâre not sure. Probably both.Â
You and Jake get to talking, but fitting years and years of catching up into one conversation is an impossible task, and before you know it, when you check your phone, youâve been talking for over an hour. Yunjin is angrily waving at you, pointing at her stomach to indicate hunger like a caveman whoâs just learned how to communicate. You apologise to Jake, telling him you have to go, and plan to meet during fresherâs week before you hang up.
A few hours later, you get a text from him saying it was nice talking to you and jokingly asking whether Yunjin was satisfied with lunch. Itâs innocuous, but it opens a gate for more texting, which leads to long, rambling voice messages, which leads to late-night phone calls that remind you of when you were fifteen and still kept in touch. When August fades into September, you feel like youâve got your best friend back.Â
You remember why you were so in love with him at fourteen.
--
You see Jake before he sees you. Â
Among the throngs of people, you manage to spot the dark, messy flop of hair on his head weighed down by a nice pair of wireless headphones. After a thirteen-hour flight from Seoul, a four-hour layover in Frankfurt and a final, two-hour flight to Edinburgh, he looks rightfully exhausted, using what looks like the last of his energy to spot the exit and the airport bus stop. Even wearing a simple denim jacket, white tee and grey sweatpants, heâs so gorgeous you forget what you came here for, until he almost walks right past you without seeing you. You put yourself in his path and hold your hand-written banner up, making yourself as obvious as you can as you call out his name.Â
When he sees you, he stops dead in his tracks for a second, someone almost running into him before he remembers the crowd behind him. His tired features break out into a bright smile that has your heartbeat speeding up so much, you think it might run out of your chest.Â
He had told you not to come, that it would be late for you and he didnât want to bother you, but you had managed to get the information of his arrival before he forbade you from picking him up so you did it anyway, wanting to surprise him. After years of being apart, rather than waiting another day, you wanted to see him as soon as possible.
Jake briskly makes his way to you, dropping his bags next to him on the floor as he engulfs you in a hug, warm and tight as if heâs trying to make up for all those years. You hug him back as if someone would appear out of thin air and take him away from you again.
âThis was the longest day of my life, Iâm so happy to see you,â he says when he pulls away, and youâre so happy you canât even say anything back, resorting to giggling and lightly swatting non-existent dust off of his shoulders.Â
As you wait for the bus, he tells you about every trivial thing that happened to him on his trip, from how expensive a sandwich is at the airport to the German kid sitting in front of him that kept turning around to stare at him on his second flight.
âHow did you know he was German?â you ask, amused.
Jake pauses. âJust vibes.â
Conversation on the bus is slightly disjointed as you jump from topic to topic with random pauses here and there before one of you finds something to talk about - but itâs okay, you hadnât expected for the two of you to be as easy as before. Itâs more awe at seeing each other after such a long time than awkwardness. Even though youâd caught up over summer, there was a world of difference between speaking on the phone and actually sitting next to him. You notice things like the shine of his hair, the creases that form on the sides of his lips when he smiles, or, unfortunately for you, the veins that run along his forearms and hands - things you hadnât noticed previously thanks to the sometimes questionable quality of the front camera of his phone. Once in a while, your thigh brushes against his, and it reminds you that heâs really here. Even that heâs real, at all.Â
In a tragic turn of events, Jake lives in the student accommodation you used to live in in first year, and coming back to it two years later is slightly traumatising. His three-person flat is in a different building as your old one, and you marvel at how it somehow still smells the same - like dusty, decade-old carpeting and the permanent stench of studentsâ dubitable cooking. Heâs the first one to move in, which makes the place slightly eerie, but it means that youâre not bothering anyone by unpacking Jakeâs stuff and cooking Shin Ramyun the previous tenants had left behind at 11pm.Â
Your late dinner was meant for you to take a small break, watch a couple episodes of Friends which Jake had been shocked to learn youâd never watched, and you had been shocked to learn he was a die-hard fan of (since one year ago), then get back to unpacking. But the ramen sends an already exhausted Jake into a food coma so intense, he falls asleep on your shoulder five minutes into the second episode.Â
You let him sleep as long as he needs, turning the volume down on his laptop and stifling your chuckles as much as you can. You feel like a cat has fallen asleep in your lap - you are now obliged by law to stay still until Jake wakes up. Itâs not until an hour later that Jakeâs uncomfortable sleeping position forces him awake, lifting his head off of your shoulder with a grunt. He looks around himself, at his room thatâs not quite familiar to him yet, then at you, eyes still scrunched with sleepiness as a grin blooms onto his lips.
âSorry,â clearing his throat of its grogginess. âWhat time is it?â
âItâs almost one a.m,â you reply, and his eyes go wide.
âYou shouldâve woken me up! Does your shoulder hurt?â he asks, much more alarmed than he should be, and it makes you laugh.
âItâs all good. But now that youâre awake, I should probably head home.âÂ
âIâll get you an Uber,â he says, already pulling out his phone.Â
âItâs fine, Jake, my place is a ten-minute walk from here. I live just up the road.â
Jakeâs fingers on his phone pause as he looks up at you. âThen Iâll walk you home.â He lifts a finger in warning when he sees you start to protest. âAnd donât fight me on this. You did so much today, itâs the least I can do.â
As much as you love the idea of spending more time with Jake, even if itâs just ten minutes, you still donât want to bother him when you know how tired he is. âItâs really safe around here. I can just text you when Iâm home, if youâre worried about me getting kidnapped or something,â you say, taking his jacket from his hands and placing it back on his desk chair.
He grabs it back, putting it on before you can take it from him again, and rummages through one of his suitcases for a black, woolly scarf. Neither of you speaks as he wraps it tight around your neck, even though the early September weather isnât cold enough to warrant it. His hands stop briefly on the scarf and a small smile spreads on his lips. You hope he doesnât hear your sharp intake of breath when your eyes meet. âItâs not about that,â he says simply, voice low and unlike youâve ever heard it before. You donât think his voice had quite finished cracking when heâd moved away back then.Â
Suddenly, he steps away, grabs his keys, and heads for the door. âLetâs go!â he says, voice back to its usual cheery tone. You donât find it in you to question him, so you just follow him out, welcoming the night breeze that cools down your burning cheeks with open arms.Â
The walk to your place is mostly done in comfortable silence, but it still goes by too quickly for your liking. You keep your hands in your pockets to prevent yourself from doing something stupid, like reaching out for Jakeâs hand that swishes back-and-forth as he walks. Instead, you bury your nose in his scarf and relish in the unfamiliar but comforting smell that his cologne has left behind on the fabric. You hug goodbye when you reach your flat, and you have to remind yourself to let go. He insists on you keeping the scarf. âMy mum packed me, like, three, so you can have that one.âÂ
âYour mum still pack your things for you, does she?â you ask, tone playful.
âNo-â he says, voice slightly whiny, before he realises youâre just teasing him. âWhatever,â he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You hope the streetlights arenât bright enough for him to notice the flustered look on your face. The both of you stand there awkwardly for a second, before he lets out another chuckle. âRight. See you tomorrow?â
âYeah,â you beam.
âOkay,â he says, but still doesnât make a move to leave. âOkay. Yeah. Iâll be off then.â He gives you one last smile then turns around, burying his hands in his pockets, and you watch as he walks away.
âGet home safe,â you call out after a few seconds.Â
He pivots on his heels, and, with a wave of his hand, says, âI will! Go inside.â
âGood night!â
âNight, Y/N!â
When you walk into your living room, Yunjin is sitting on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, gaze trained on the wall opposite her, one lamp lighting the otherwise completely dark room. She looks like a detective in one of those bad cop shows.
âGosh, whatâs all this for?â
âYouâre back awfully late,â she says, neither looking at you nor answering your question.
âYeah, I was with Jake,â you shrug, heading into the kitchen for a glass of water. She abruptly gets up from her seat, following you into the other room and staying close behind you.
âAnd?â she demands, mouth way too close to your ear and making you start.
âAnd what?â you ask.Â
âWhat do you mean and what?!â she says, clearly agitated. âI want to know everything!â
âThereâs nothing to say, really. He seemed happy I picked him up from the airport, then I helped him unpack. He lives in Riego, by the way.â
âEw.â
âI know, it was awful going back there.â
The two of you stare at each other as you drink your water. âWell?â she asks.
âWhat?â
âIs that it?â
You fill your glass again to take it into your bedroom. âI donât know, we just ate and watched Friends.â
âYou hate shows with laughing tracks,â she states like itâs an accusation.
âIt wasnât actually that bad,â you reply, shrugging.
She tuts. âLove will do ugly, ugly things to a person.â
âYouâve been in a loving relationship for the past two years.â
âThis isnât about me. Can we talk about how youâre still in love with the same loser from when you were ten?â
âI was fourteen, and donât call Jake a loser when you havenât even met him.â You ignore the roll of her eyes. âAnd Iâm not. Not anymore. Iâm just happy to have my friend back.â Yunjin gives you a look. âOkay, maybe Iâm still a little bit in love with him. But itâs so little, itâs barely there.â Her expression is unchangingly unimpressed and you canât help but throw in the towel. âAlright, fine. I still love him, what about it?â
âYouâre pathetic.â
âI know that, no need to remind me.â
âAre you gonna do something about it?â
âMy patheticness? Iâve tried, didnât really work.â
âNo, idiot, about Jake. You should go and get him! Itâd be so sexy if you got together as 20-somethings after knowing each other since you were babies.â
âWe were eight when we met. And I donât know if sexy is the word Iâd use here.â
âAnything is sexy if you try hard enough,â she says, and you have to laugh. âAnyways, you should confess your undying love and tell him youâve felt that way since you met.â
âI wasnât-â
âGuys might not show it, but they probably get all hot for stuff like that. Boosts their ego and shit.â
âYunjin, I just got my friend back, Iâm not gonna risk it. Plus, who knows, I might not actually be in love with him. It might just be my emotions acting up, like, seeing someone I used to like after a while. Weâve both changed so much, once I get to know him more now, I might not even feel the way I used to.â
âNotice how youâve used the word might twice in ten seconds? Youâre just trying to find excuses.â
You groan. âThis is why I hate English Lit people.â
âYou do English Lit.â
âI know, and Iâm the only nice person that does it.â In your head, you add and Jake, but saying it out loud would only make this conversation worse for you.
âWhatâs that scarf, by the way? Did he give you that?â
You look down at the scarf like itâs a piece of incriminating evidence. âCan you stop grilling me, please? Itâs late.â
âYouâre not answering my question.â
You sighed deeply. âFine. Yes, he gave me-â
âItâs not even that cold outside!â she exclaimed in an outrage. âDonât tell me he also walked you home?â
You pause. âHe did.â
She gasped. âHe walked you home because heâs in love with you.â
âHe walked me home because heâs a good friend that looks after me.â
âHe walked you home because he realised how hot youâve gotten and he wants some of that.â
All you can do is sigh. âWhatever. Iâm going to bed.â
âIf you werenât such a coward, you wouldnât be going to bed alone.â
âWhatever!â you say, shutting the door behind you, shaking that preposterous conversation out of your head. When you get into bed, it takes you at least half-an-hour before you can settle down, but you know your constant tossing and turning isnât due to your inability to find a comfortable enough position to sleep in. Between your evening with Jake and Yunjinâs pestering, thoughts run wild and incoherent through your head.Â
You want to tell her every little thing that happened with Jake tonight, but youâre afraid it might do you more harm than good. She is most definitely the type of friend who will take the smallest action a guy did for you or the most meaningless thing he might have said and turn it into a sign that he has the hots for you, which usually does wonders for your confidence, but right now, you donât need that kind of delusion. Did seeing your childhood best friend you used to secretly harbour feelings for make you feel some type of way? Of course, but that doesnât mean you still love him after all this time, after six years of being apart, the majority of those years spent with no contact. It wasnât like you parted ways with resentment, or anything of that sort, far from it; rather, you drifted apart naturally, as two teenagers with over 7000 kilometres between them would. At first, youâd call frequently and even write each other letters - but as you became more preoccupied with school, friends, and extracurriculars, your phones gradually rang less and your mailboxes became gradually emptier. You donât even remember who sent the last, unanswered letter.Â
Tonight isnât the first time you replay the moment Jake announced that he would go away, but itâs the first time itâs a bittersweet memory. It used to only be bitter - but now that youâve reconnected, you can look back at it with fondness, wishing you could tell fourteen-year-old you the hurt would only last so long.Â
It hadnât started unusually.
âSo, bad news first, right?â
In your six years of friendship with Jake, this had been the first time youâd really been wary of what he would say next. The look on his face told you that this bad news wouldnât be as easy to shake off as usual. Your definition of bad news was things like I got grounded so I canât hang out, I forgot we had a test tomorrow so I canât hang out, my allergies are acting up again so I canât hang out.
âIâm moving to Korea next month.â
Iâm on another continent, so I canât hang out.
You remember the words not quite making sense at the time. âOh? How long are you staying there?â you said, taking a bite of your strawberry ice cream which Jake had insisted on paying for, even though you knew he didnât get much allowance.
âForever.â
You stopped chewing, and the ice cream melted uncomfortably in your mouth. You donât know how long you stayed there, frozen as you stared at your best friend in disbelief. It wasnât until he lightly shoved your shoulder, only meeting your eyes for a split second, that you remembered to swallow and to say something.
âForever as in⊠You wonât live here anymore? At all?â
Jake shook his head. He kept his eyes trained on the vanilla-chocolate ice cream sandwich heâd left in its wrapper. In the blazing hot Brisbane summer, it had probably fully melted two minutes ago. âAt all.â
âOh,â was all you found yourself able to say. For some reason, you hoped that continuing to eat your ice cream would stop you from crying, but to no avail. Hot, salty tears quickly started raining down your cheeks, mixing with the sweetness of your ice cream when they reached your lips.Â
âItâs my dadâs work. Same reason why I moved here when we were kids in the first place. They wanted him here then, they want him back there now. We just have to follow,â Jake explained, sounding just as upset as you felt.
âRight.â
âAre you mad at me?â Jake asked, worry clear in his voice, and finally turned to face you. At the sight of you crying, he let out a small oh, tears of his own pooling in his eyes.
You frowned. âOf course not. Iâm never mad at you, you know that. I just⊠Youâre my best friend, Jakey. Itâs gonna be so lame around here without you.â
âItâll be lame there without you, too.â
You attempted a smile. âWell, of course. But at least youâll get to make new friends, see new places. Youâll be in a whole other country, Iâm sure youâll have fun there. Iâm gonna be stuck in boring old Brisbane for the foreseeable future.â
âDo you know how offended our friends would be if they heard you speaking right now?â he asked, nudging your shoulder with his.
You sniffled and let out a chuckle. âTheyâre all great, but⊠I donât like them nearly as much as I like you,â you said, staring down at your hands, hoping he wouldnât realise exactly what you meant by that statement.
A weight was lifted off of your shoulders when Jake answered. âI like you the most too, Y/N.â You tried not to think too much about whether heâd meant it platonically or romantically - none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was the feeling of his arms around you, his warmth enveloping your whole body, his familiar scent that you already missed.Â
You felt him take a deep breath against you before he pulled away. He sniffled and did his best to put on a smile. âRight, enough of that. Iâm not leaving until next month, so donât think youâre rid of me just yet,â he joked, and it helped alleviate the weight on your heart, even if just a little. âYou said you had something to tell me? Good news after bad news, and all that.â
âOh. Right. I forgot about that.â
You thought for a second. Today was the day you had planned to confess your feelings to Jake - youâd only told him you had good news to share. But what was the point now that he was leaving? If he felt the same way, it would only make his departure that much harder, and if he didnât, it would ruin your last moments together. It just wasnât worth it.
Jake tilted his head, waiting for you to speak. In a split second, you made yourself forget your disappointment over having built the courage to tell him how you felt only for it all to fall through, and resolved to make the most of Jakeâs last month here. You wiped your tears and mirrored his small smile as best you could. âUm, it wasnât anything much. My mum made those cowboy cookies you like.â
Jakeâs head fell back as he groaned in anticipation. âIf she wasnât happily married with three kids, Iâd marry your mum. Letâs go right now.â
You laughed. âThereâd be a bit of an age gap there.â
âWeâd make it work,â Jake joked, throwing his arm around your shoulders as you walked towards your house. He beamed down at you, his bright, boyish smile that you loved to bits, and you beamed up at him as you grabbed the hand that hung off your shoulder in your own.
You walked as happily as you could. âDo you even speak Korean?â you suddenly asked.
Jake halted abruptly in his steps, a gravely offended look on his face. When you looked back at him in confusion, he rolled his eyes and started walking again, pulling you with him. âItâs literally my mother tongue, Y/N. I speak it every day at home.â
âOh, right.â
At the time, you thought nothing could come between you and Jake. Not anyone, not anything, neither distance nor time. But they did. A week after heâd left, a boy from your class youâd talked to maybe once or twice asked you out on a date. You werenât sure why, but you said yes. Then you said yes to being his girlfriend, even though you didnât like him all that much, and you even said yes to reducing your texting with Jake because it made him jealous. When youâd broken up with him and wanted to catch up with Jake and apologise for your absence, youâd found that his new school in Seoul was a lot more demanding than yours in Brisbane, and he had to spend most of his evenings in academies if he wanted to get into a nice university. Itâs when you learned that heâd be staying in South Korea for college that you decided to leave Australia too. Brisbane was a lot less fun without him there - why bother staying? You couldnât go to him because of the language barrier and the cost of university there. If you were to essentially uproot your life, might as well go somewhere you could get a scholarship and understand the people around you.Â
It seemed insane that someone you had thought would be by your side for the rest of your life, someone that was part of your most cherished memories, had been reduced to someone you casually texted once in a while. It seems even more insane that now that youâre finally done essentially grieving your friendship with Jake, he stands in front of you again, six inches taller but still donning those puppy-like eyes and smile of his.
For your sake, you just hoped you wouldnât be as in love with him at twenty as you were at fourteen.
--
The next day, you show Jake around campus, which wouldnât normally take more than ten minutes, but takes double that time because of the sheer amount of people there. Between the Societies Fair taking up most of the square, the tour guides leading freshers, walking slowly and taking in their new campus, and the pizza and drinks stands, freshersâ week always turns campus into what feels like the busiest place on Earth. You try not to let it hit a nerve for Jakeâs sake, whoâs clearly ecstatic at all the activity, but you like this place a lot more when itâs quieter. You walk through the Fair, laughing as Jake marvels at all the different clubs and societies at the Uni.Â
âGardening Society? Dungeons & Dragons Society? Wine society?â he exclaims, astonishment growing with every passing stand.
âAnd this is only the first day. They also have a Taylor Swift Society.â He grabs a flyer from about every society, even though you know heâll join between two to zero of them.Â
When you walk out, thereâs a girl handing out samples of shampoo and conditioner, and you let her give you one, more out of politeness than anything.Â
âThese are so useless,â you start, and Jake chuckles, unaware of the incoming rant. âI had that job of distributing them last year, and we would get a tip if we gave them all out. So naturally I put a bunch in my bag, but then I had to use them for like two weeks.â You sigh. âFirst of all, my hair did not like it. And second, the ratio is so off. Thereâs way more conditioner than shampoo when it should be the other way around, so you have to condition your hair even though itâs not properly clean. So stupid.â
âSounds terrible,â Jake says, laughing. âIs that why youâre not doing it this year?â
âOh⊠Not really. I dated the guy that takes care of this promo stuff, so it wouldâve been kinda awkwardâŠâ you trail, immediately wishing you could backtrack on conversation. Talking about your ex with Jake wasnât on your to-do list for today. Or ever.
âYou dated your boss?â
âThe manager, yeah, I guess. He was only 24, though, donât worry.â
âIâm more worried about the power imbalance than the age gap there.â
You shrug, looking down at your shoes. âItâs not like he was that high up.â
âSo, what happened? Why did you break up?â
âWell, he acted like our four-year age difference meant he could treat me like a little kid. It was nice being taken care of at first but then I realised how condescending he was and dumped him.â
âHow long were you together?â
You pause. âTwo weeks,â you admit abashedly, making Jake chuckle. âAt least he didnât waste my time and showed his red flags early on.â
âAny boyfriends since?â he asks, and you wonder whether youâre making up the unsure tone of his voice. As if heâs curious, but doesnât want to show it too much. You hope youâre not making it up.
âA few, but they never last very long with me,â you say, a meek smile on your lips. âFurthest I got was three months.â
âAnd why didnât it work out with three-months-guy?â
âHe started comparing me to his mum a bit too often.â
âOuch.â
âYeah, I ran out of there without looking back.â
âWell, itâs nice to see youâve got high standards. I would hate to see you date just any loser.â
You want to say, High standards or issues?, but you donât want to make it weird, so you play it cool instead. âI would never. I have a mental checklist with everything a guy needs to have for me to date him.â
âA checklist? I have to hear about this.â
You sigh, debating whether you should tell him about it. Would he notice itâs based on him? Would he notice the only person that could tick practically every box was none other than him? Jake gently elbows your side, goading you on. When you look at him, heâs got a shit-eating grin playing on his lips, and you give in. You look off into the distance as you start listing your requirements. âWell, thereâs all your basics like funny, taller than me but not too much, âcause I donât want neck cramps, smart, takes uni seriously, has plans for his future, easy to talk to, not emotionally stunted and can actually have a vulnerable conversation. Itâs also a bonus if he has a nice face.â
âHow much of a bonus?â
You think for a second. âItâs more a dealbreaker than a bonus, actually. Nice smile is a must, definitely.â
âOkay. Got any more specifics?â
âI do have some particular ones. Itâs nice if heâs a reader, but itâs terrible if it makes him think heâs better than everyone or if he tries to sound smarter than me. I like it if he has experience, I donât want to have to teach him everything. But obviously I donât want him to still be in love with his ex. Guys and their first loves, I swear⊠I also donât really like picky eaters.â You look over at Jake and take a double-take. Heâs typing away on his phone, but because of his privacy screen protector, you canât see anything. You huff. âI also donât like it if he has those protective screens on his phone. Whatâs on there thatâs so important that I canât take a peek? What are you even doing?â
The sweet sound of Jakeâs giggles erases any trace of annoyance that you felt seconds ago. He turns his screen towards you, showing the list of mostly ticked boxes that heâs written up. âSee? I check most of these,â he says with a proud smile. âGuess your standards arenât that high.â You donât tell him that your standards are high, heâs just that amazing.Â
You do your best to look only amused at this even though inside, youâre all but freaking out. âWhich are you missing?â
âWell, I clearly own a privacy screen. And I donât have much experience. Not nearly as much as you, by the sounds of it,â he admits, somewhat sheepish. âBut other than that, Iâm practically the perfect man for you.â He looks down at you with a smile so bright, it makes you wish you had brought sunglasses. It takes everything in you not to scream right then and there. Yes, Jake, you are the perfect man for me, but I wish you wouldnât say it like it was a joke.
You let out a stiff chuckle, and, rather than saying something stupid and possibly damaging, shift the conversation to him. âWhat do you mean by not much experience? Have you not dated anyone?â
Jake sighs. âNope, not anyone. I went on a few dates, you know, went through a few talking stages and all that, but it never went much further. There was always somethingâŠâ He glances at you then. âMissing.â
âI know that feeling,â you say with a chuckle, and he laughs too, a breathy sound.
âI donât have a checklist to pinpoint what it is, though.â
You smile. âYou should try, it might help.â
âI just⊠I guess Iâm like you in that I also have high standards. But it made me not even want to give anyone a chance, especially since I knew it wouldnât end up anywhere.â
âDonât tell me no one has ever managed to reach the great Jake Simâs standards?â you ask, trying to keep your tone light.
Jake smiles, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes. âOf course someone has. Sheâs the whole reason I have standards in the first place. Itâs not my standards I compare people to, itâs her.â
Jealousy has never made you feel as sad as it is right now. âAnd⊠it didnât work out between you?â
Jake looks at you, eyes searching for something in yours but seemingly not finding it, and so he turns his gaze away. You donât know why you feel so disappointed. âNope,â he says, popping the âpâ. âShe didnât feel the same way.â
Whoever this girl is, you canât believe how stupid she is for passing up the opportunity to have Jake Sim. âThatâs⊠It sucks, Iâm sorry,â you say. You donât think spitting on this girl would make him feel any better, so you keep those thoughts to yourself.
âItâs okay,â he says with a small smile. âIt was a while ago already.â
âDoesnât sound like youâre quite over it, though,â you say, and youâre surprised but glad to see his smile widen.
âThatâs true.â His eyes meet yours again. âI donât think Iâll be over her anytime soon, either.â You have to look away to shield the pain that flashes through your eyes from him.
Pretending you donât have feelings for your best friend and that youâre okay with him being in love with someone else is like riding a bike: even after years of not doing it, it only takes a few minutes for you to be able to do it perfectly again. Muscle memory, if you will. So you sigh dramatically and throw your arm around Jakeâs shoulder, slightly pulling him down to your level. âDonât worry. Weâre going to have so much fun this year, youâll completely forget about her. Promise. She doesnât know what sheâs missing. Yeah?âÂ
He smiles down at you. You want nothing more but that glint of melancholy in his eyes to be gone. âYeah.â
--
Jake is only half-glad to see you havenât changed much from your childhood and early teenage years. Youâre still just as pretty, just as warm; itâs still as comfortable to be around you. Youâre also still as dense.
Then and now, he did everything he could to make his feelings for you very, very obvious. Either youâre completely oblivious, or the idea of dating him is so horrifying to you, you understand but pretend you donât. He really hopes itâs the former.Â
He arrived in Edinburgh just a bit over a week ago, and youâve seen each other almost every day. Out of those times, there isnât a single one where he hasnât tried to send something your way - something that says, hey, what if we stopped being friends and dated instead? Wouldnât that be cool? Canât you see how desperately I love you?, but you never latch on. The ballâs in your court, and he wants you to throw it back, but itâs been feeling more like a boomerang that always hits him right in the face when it circles back than a game of catch.
But heâs reminding himself not to be too greedy. Even if itâs just as friends, at least he has you back, so heâs satisfied with that. For now.
His first class of the year is on the following Tuesday morning, a ninety-minute seminar specifically made for exchange students called Discover Scotland. (He has Mondays free, resulting in a three-day weekend, which you and your 9am Monday tutorial are very envious of.) As interesting as the English Lit courses heâs taking seem, itâs this one heâs most looking forward to - except for the one class he shares with you, of course. Not even because of the seminars themselves, which will be about all sorts of topics on Scottish culture and history, but because of the coursework, as crazy as that sounds. It consists of a singular project, not due until the very last day of the semester, in which he has to travel to at least three different places in the country, research its background and provide a detailed account of his experience there. It can take any form: a written report, an in-class presentation, a podcast, anything. He could even film a TikTok if he wanted. Jake knew that being part of the Arts & Crafts club for two years in a row back in Seoul wasnât for nothing - his scrapbooking skills would finally have their time to shine.Â
That afternoon, he practically snatches you as you come out of your lecture, giving you little time to say bye to your friends, and makes you take him to the biggest stationary store you know in the city. If he wants to ace this project, he will need supplies. Many, many supplies. And itâs more fun shopping if youâre with him. You seem happy following him around the store, and when he asks you if you want to come on his trips with him, he can pretend itïżœïżœs because you seem so excited about his project and not because he had thought of you accompanying him as soon as he heard about it.
As you stand in line at the till, you tell him that if he wants to start his project now, you could go to the beach together. You raise your eyebrows at him when he snaps your head towards you. âThereâs a beach here?!â
âDid you not look at a map before coming here?â you ask, amused.
âI guess I didnâtâŠâ he says, distraught at the new information. It only lasts a second, though. âOkay, letâs go now.â
âNow?â you echo, and he nods. âBut-â you start, but are interrupted by your thoughts. âI guess thereâs no reason not to. The weatherâs nice and itâs not like I have any uni work yet. Letâs go,â you agree, looking up at him with a smile. Youâre so pretty he almost forgets to look away, until the employee calls Next in a bored drawl.Â
An hour later, youâre at the beach, barefoot on the sand and ice cream in hand. Strawberry for you and vanilla for him, he notes with a smile. Really not much has changed, he thinks. From the sand, to the water, to the promenade along the beach, Portobello is worlds away from the beaches back home in Australia, or those of Jeju Island. But itâs still nice, and because youâre with him, itâs even better. Youâve been walking around for an hour, splashing each other with water and mercilessly ruining sandcastles left behind before he realises you technically came here for his project. He writes down things he doesnât want to forget on his phone and snaps a few pictures, sneaking a few of you when youâre not looking. He wants to tell you how beautiful you are with your hair blowing in the wind and the way the chill bites at your cheeks, but he keeps it a secret between him and his Notes app.Â
Even though he lives two stops further down, he gets off from the bus with you, containing his excitement as best he can when you invite him up for a cup of tea. âDepends. What tea do you have?â he asks, trying and failing to play it cool. Heâs just grateful he doesnât have to come up with an excuse to spend more time with you.
You roll your eyes playfully as you unlock the front door to your building. âI can make you hot chocolate, Mister Tea-Is-For-Old-People.â
He chuckles. âActually, Iâll have you know I started drinking tea at uni.â When you turn around to look at him, a surprised look on your face, he nods proudly. âMh-hm. I got addicted to caffeine very quickly into first year so I started drinking black tea for the sake of my heart,â he explains.
âGod,â you say breathily, sounding mildly horrified. âA caffeine addiction sounds intense.â
âIt was, yeah,â he says, laughing as he follows you into your flat.Â
Yunjin and Chaewon are sitting at the living room table, watching an episode of what he thinks is Gossip Girl, and they greet him as normally as these two can, but he wonders what the knowing look they exchange is all about. Heâd met them the previous weekend when you had all gone for drinks together, along with Jay, Yunjinâs boyfriend, and they had all but grilled him on his relationship with you. He hadnât thought much of it, chalking it up to your friends feeling protective of you, and truthfully, he was just happy to get to talk about you. But now, he was wondering if you had told them anything about him that made them so curious about him. If you did, he hoped it was something positive.
He stands awkwardly in the kitchen, chatting with you as you boil the water and get cups out, but he can feel their gazes burning the back of his head. Clearly, whatever conversation heâs having with you, heâs also having it with them. âHow do you take your tea?â you ask.
âUm, three sugars and lots of milk, please,â he says, smiling innocently when you slowly turn to look at him, a mix of disapproval, disgust, and offence on your face.Â
You sigh deeply. âI mean, Iâll do it, but Iâm not sure thatâs even tea anymore.â
âYouâre one to talk, Miss Caramel Frappuccino,â he says, recycling your bad joke from earlier.
âAt least I donât claim to be drinking coffee when I order a frap,â you argue. âAnd this is how you battled your coffee addiction? Youâll be getting another kind of heart problem, Jakey.â He doesnât know if you even notice your use of his old nickname - the first time youâve used it since heâs been here - but you donât make a big deal of it, so he doesnât either. Not outwardly, at least. Mentally, heâs running laps around your small kitchen.
Jake laughs it off. âI thought I came here for tea, not a health check-up,â he says, smile growing wider at the sight of yours.Â
âRight, sorry,â you say, giggling. âIâll make your tea just how you like it,â you add in a sweet voice. Jake knows youâre just doing it as a joke, but it still manages to make butterflies erupt in his stomach.Â
His tea tastes even sweeter that day.
--
A few days after your impromptu trip to the beach, youâre waiting for Jake outside of his class. He heard of this donut shop he âabsolutely needs to visitâ and is dragging you along with him - well, âdraggingâ is a big word considering youâd follow him anywhere. You got here a few minutes early, not needing much of a reason to leave the library, so you scroll through your feed until Jake calls out your name. Youâre only mildly surprised to see Jay leaving the classroom behind him.
âY/N! Can you believe that Jay and I are in the same class?â he says excitedly as the two boys walk toward you. You feel like a dog owner being greeted by their over-enthusiastic dog after a long day (about three hours) of being apart.
âI can believe it, actually. You two do the same degree.â
You exchange quick greetings with Jay before the three of you start heading out. As you walk, Jake throws his arm around your shoulders so casually, it almost throws you off balance. Physical contact always came easy to him, but thereâs something about him doing it next to someone else that catches you off guard. It reminds you of walking somewhere with Jay and Yunjin as they discretely held hands. It makes you feel like itâs not the three of you, but Jay with the two of you. Like you and Jake come as a pair rather than as two individuals.Â
All of that from a simple arm around your shoulders.
Jake asking you in a very unsubtle whisper whether Jay can come with brings you out of your head and back into the conversation. âYeah, of course,â you say, smiling. Itâs not a bad idea to have Jay along: hanging out with someone else might snap you out of your delusion.
Most of the walk to the shop is done in laughter as Jake and Jay realise how much random stuff they have in common, from their peanut allergies to the embarrassing Harry Potter phase they had as fifteen-year-olds. Grassmarket is really busy on Friday afternoons, and thereâs a bit of a queue of other donut-enjoyers in front of the boutique, but you donât mind. The sun is shining down gently on the square and it gives you time to choose your donut out of the ten or so flavours available. In the end, you go for white chocolate and raspberry, while Jake chooses Biscoff and Jay, tiramisu.Â
âMy friend Sunghoon would love this,â he says after taking a hearty bite. âHe goes crazy over tiramisu. Like a cat with catnip.â
Jake chuckles, mouth full of Biscoff. âThatâs funny, I also have a friend named Sunghoon who loves tiramisu back in Seoul.â
Jay punches Jakeâs shoulder, eyes wide in amusement and shock. âBro, thatâs crazy. You have to be lying at this point,â he says, but Jake shakes his head fervently.Â
âI promise Iâm not. Iâve even saved his number with the tiramisu emoji.â
âThereâs a tiramisu emoji?â Jay asks, already over questioning the existence of Jakeâs Sunghoon.
The conversation circles back to the courses youâre all taking this semester, and Jake tells Jay about Discover Scotland and the trips heâs planned so far. âWell, if you really want to discover Scotland as a student, you need to go on a night out in Glasgow,â Jay says. Going by the look on Jakeâs face, Jayâs idea seems to have struck a chord in him.
âY/N?â
You nod, finishing your mouthful of donut before speaking. âYeah, Glasgowâs really fun. We should go,â you say, laughing when the two boys high-five in victory. Between the train, the drinks and the club entry, going out isnât a cheap ordeal, and getting to and fro also takes a while - even so, the smile on Jakeâs face makes it worth it.Â
He wipes some raspberry jam from the corner of your mouth, shooting you a wink, and you want to disintegrate right then and there, become one with the bench youâre sitting on and never have to face him again. The conversation resumes as Jay tells Jake about all the best places to go out in Glasgow, but you donât hear a word - the feeling of Jakeâs thumb so close to your lips takes away your ability for coherent thought.
âItâs decided, then. Weâre going out tomorrow night,â Jay loudly announces. âLet me gather the troops.â
Thatâs how you find yourself in line for the club the next day, already tipsy from pre-drinking on the train and at the pub. Itâs still warm enough for you and the girls to wear as little clothing as you want, but Jake insisted on giving you his flannel jacket anyway. If not for the warmth it brings, youâre glad to have his scent enveloping you.
The five of you work exceptionally well together. You, Chaewon and Yunjin have been a given since you met in first year, and Jay and Yunjin went so well together that he was but a natural addition to your little group. Jakeâs only been here for over a week, but itâs like heâs always been around, and you couldnât be happier about it. Him and Jay hit it off immediately, and although the girls needed some time to warm up to him (itâs not everyday that you meet your friendâs ex-best-friend sheâs practically always been in love with; you understand why they mightâve been wary at first), they now tease him just as relentlessly as they do Jay. He takes it like a champ.
For a little while, you watch your friends speaking over each other, bickering over nothing, a smile on your face. Two pints of cider and some of Jayâs fancy vodka have made you more grateful than ever for them - if you drink too much in the club, youâll be hugging them and crying about how much you love them. Youâre not sure what that might look like around Jake, so you decide to keep yourself in check for the night.Â
It takes about thirty minutes before you manage to get into the club. Itâs not coat check season yet, so you head straight to the bar. âSunghoon said heâd meet us here,â Jay says, lifting his head to spot his friend in the sea of drunk students. âOh yeah, there he is! Hoon, hey!âÂ
You hear a loud âJongseong!â being shouted from somewhere in the crowd, but youâre not sure who Jay is waving at until a boy whose face is mostly eyebrows is standing - well, standing as best as he can, with the copious amount of alcohol heâs obviously already consumed - in front of you. He gives Jay a hug and the three of you a nod of his head, a lopsided smile on his face. When he turns to Jake, his eyebrows lift first, then his face breaks into a wide grin.
âJake, my man!â he shouts, taking a stunned Jakeâs hand and bringing him into a hug.Â
âSunghoon? What the hell are you doing here?â he asks, chuckling and frowning in confusion.Â
âIâm just partying, man! Same as you!â
âNo, I mean here in Scotland, you dumbass!â
âYou two know each other?â Jay asks, looking back and forth between his two friends.
âJakeâs my man!â Sunghoon exclaims, unhelpful and stumbling as he throws an arm around his manâs shoulders. Jake shoots you a distressed look but you just laugh at him.
âThis is Tiramisu Sunghoon I told you about,â Jake says, helping Sunghoon stand up straight.
âGod, what I would do for a tiramisu right now,â Sunghoon says, looking at Yunjin like she might relate. She chuckles awkwardly.
âI have no idea what heâs doing in Scotland, though. Hoon, I thought you were going to NYU for your exchange?â
Sunghoon pauses to think for a second, looking like heâs never heard of NYU in his life. âOh, that! Yeah, I did an online orientation thing and⊠it did not go well. Letâs just say thereâs someone in New York City who wants me dead,â he says conspiratorially. You all stare at him but he gives no further explanation. On your right, you hear Yunjin whisper what the fuck under her breath. âSo I transferred here instead!â
âI didnât know you were an exchange student,â Jay says, still looking just as confused.
âYeah, man! But anyways, letâs not talk about uni right now. Iâm on a bender, day three, baby! Do not talk to me tomorrow,â he says, chuckling until the smile suddenly drops from his face. âI mean that.â You look around yourself, glad to find everyone is just as baffled as you. âLetâs party!â Sunghoon cheers, intoxicated grin back on his lips. Jake and Jay follow, but you and the girls stay back for a second, taking in everything that has just happened.
âThat. Is the most beautiful man I have ever seen,â Chaewon blurts, staring blankly at the spot Sunghoon stood in a second ago.
âYeah, he also seems to be a raging alcoholic. And heâs what, twenty-one?â Yunjin says, a scowl on her face.Â
âI could fix him.â
âOkay, letâs go,â you say, grabbing your friends by their wrists before either of them can say something worse.
Feeling generous, Sunghoon buys shots for all six of you, and you quickly down them before heading to the dancefloor. On your way there, a group of sober-looking girls hand Chaewon a giant, still almost full jug of red liquid, something that costs at least twelve pounds here. They say theyâre leaving and donât need it anymore, smiling as you profusely and astonishedly thank them. You look at your friends, mentally weighing the risk and drugging possibility this might present, but shrug and pass the jug around after taking hearty sips anyway. It tastes so much like fizzy cherries that you wonder if it even contains any alcohol, but sure enough, twenty minutes later, the three of you are spinning around on the dancefloor, screaming the lyrics to your favourite pop songs at the top of your lungs. Jake at a club is a completely foreign sight to you, and you canât stop laughing at all the silly moves he pulls.Â
Youâre shaking your whole body to a Nicki song from the early 2010s when you suddenly feel a hand on your hip. Before you can turn around and slap whoever this random man is that thinks he can touch you, a familiar voice whispers itâs just me in your ear, and you simultaneously relax and tense up knowing that Jake is standing right behind you. âThereâs a creep staring at you,â he explains, lips and breath gently tickling your ear as he speaks. You look around the room and quickly notice a man standing in a corner, drink in one hand and the other in his pocket, unmoving as he eyes you with a smirk so slimy it makes your stomach turn. To avoid his gaze, you turn around, but youâre not sure the sight youâre met with is much better for you.
Jake peers down at you, eyes slightly glossed over and cheeks flushed from the alcohol, jaw locked in annoyance. He glances at the guy in the corner, who you assume is still staring when you feel Jakeâs hands brush along your sides until they reach your waist. His gaze returns to your face as he brings you a step closer to him. Reflexively, you wrap your arms around his neck.Â
âIs this okay?â he mouths. All you can do is meekly nod. You watch as his eyes deliberately scan your face, going down and down. Time stills when they reach your lips and stay there. Itâs like someone has put the booming music of the club on mute, and the only thing you can hear is your heart loudly beating in your ears. You suddenly feel very sober.
You swear Jakeâs face is slowly inching its way towards yours when youâre abruptly taken away. Yunjin has grabbed you by the forearm, leading you and Chaewon to the bathroom as she chants âBathroom break! Bathroom break!â, clearly unaware of the moment sheâs just interrupted.
Because of the queue for the girlsâ bathroom and Chaewonâs decision to console this random girl who was in the middle of a breakdown, itâs not until half-an-hour later that you emerge back into the crowd. You spot the boys at a table, two empty shots each in front of them and all three with a beer in hand. They will not be happy checking their bank accounts tomorrow morning.Â
âY/N! Youâre back!â Jake calls out happily when he spots you, and you can tell right away that heâs much drunker than when you left him. His whole face is flush, his eyes donât open quite all the way, and a lopsided smile wonât leave his lips - even like this, heâs so pretty that you want to grab his hand and take him somewhere itâs just the two of you.Â
Chaewon gets drinks for the three of you and then youâre dancing again. Itâs already one am at this point, and the remaining two hours until the club closes, fueled with alcohol and good music, go by in a flash. Before you know it, the DJ is playing All of Me by John Legend and the lights have been turned on, clear signs that youâre overstaying your welcome. The few people that have made it to closing time stumble out of the club and into the street, heading for either the nearest subway stop or the next party of the night. Since there are no trains at this time, your group walks to the close-by bus station, listening to Jake and Sunghoon grumble about how the clubs in Seoul donât close until at least five or six and how trains run all night there.Â
The bus is already at the station when you get there, and the driver doesnât seem too pleased about having six mildly drunk kids get on his bus, but heâs probably used to questionable people taking public transport at this time of the day anyway. Physically, Sunghoon is sitting across from you, but mentally, heâs off somewhere far, far from this bus. With his head against the window and mouth wide open, saliva pooling at the corner of his lips, he looks like heâs any second away from obnoxiously snoring. Jay and Yunjin are sitting somewhere you canât see them, probably eating each otherâs faces; she once told you they had their âmost mind-blowing sexâ when both a little drunk, and much to your dismay, you havenât been able to get that piece of information out of your head since. Chaewon is on the phone to her long-distance bestie Sakura, for whom itâs a nice eleven in the morning right now.Â
This means that you and Jake are left alone, both of you still tipsy and not tired enough to fall asleep. You drop your head on Jakeâs shoulder, and not only does he let you, he also takes your hand in his, interlacing your fingers and placing them atop his thigh. Clumsily, because he now has to use his left hand, Jake slips his phone out of his back pocket and shows you the photos he took all evening. As the night progresses, they get blurrier and blurrier, so much so that towards the end, you canât tell what he was even trying to capture, and you laugh at how inappropriate some of these would be to submit in a university project.Â
When he softly says your name, you donât raise your head, simply humming to let him know youâre listening. You close your eyes, cherishing the way your name sounds on his lips. Itâs his tone, tentative and vulnerable as he tells you thereâs something heâs been wanting to ask you, that makes you look up at him. He, however, wonât meet your eyes, and settles his gaze on the window, even though itâs so dark outside you canât make out a thing.
âHow come you never replied to my letter? I know itâs been ages, but⊠I still find myself wondering about it.â The question is softly asked and you know he by no means wants to hurt you, but it still feels like a punch to the throat. You hadnât remembered who it was that had sent the last letter, while heâd been wondering all these years why his words had been left unanswered.Â
He seems set on not looking at you, so you rest your head back on his shoulder. Your hand is still in his. âIâm not sure, Jakey. Iâm sorry,â you say, aware itâs not a satisfying answer. Youâve thought about why you and Jake had stopped talking for hours on end; youâve discussed it with your friends and your mum, looked at it from all sorts of angles, tried to come up with real reasons other than time pulling you apart. But now that Jake himself is asking you about it, the words donât come easy. Youâve theorised that you were afraid putting effort into sustaining your friendship would only hurt you in the end, because it was just that - a friendship. You could fool yourself into thinking you were okay only being friends with him when he was with you, that putting your feelings aside was worth it since you could at least spend time with him. But now that he was away, you didnât have that anymore - it just hurt. So what was the point? And how could you phrase all this without betraying your feelings for him?
âOur letters were so sparse anyway back then, even our texts and calls were getting less and less frequent⊠And whenever I had a new boyfriend, Iâd get into the same argument about being too close to you over and over again, even though you were literally on another continent.âÂ
âYou know, I always felt sorry about that.â
âAbout what?â
âThose boyfriends of yours. I felt like you waited for me to leave before you started dating-â
âIt wasnât like that!â you exclaim, lifting your head again. Finally, he meets your eyes, gaze softening upon seeing your affronted expression. âIt wasnât like that,â you repeat, relaxing your tone. âIf anything, they were the ones that waited for you to be gone. I'm sorry I let their jealousy get to me.â
Jake smiles, the tenderness in his gaze making your whole body turn to jelly. He squeezes your hands. âItâs okay. I just⊠I felt like I was always in the way of your relationships, even after I left.â
âYou donât have to feel sorry about that. They shouldâve had more trust in me.â
He pauses, gaze dropping down to your intertwined hands. âI wouldâve been jealous.â When his eyes find yours again, thereâs something in them that you quite canât place. It creates a ball of nerves that pull at your stomach. âIf I were dating you, and you had a guy friend you were as close with as we were back then, Iâd be jealous. You know, Iâd assume he had feelings for you. And that you might have feelings for him, too.â
Because I did, you think. I did, and I still do. You try to communicate that thought to Jake, but telepathy works especially bad when one has as much alcohol coursing through their veins as you do right now. So instead, you say the opposite of what youâre thinking, turning away from Jake to avoid his gaze. You watch the dribble of saliva trickle from Sunghoonâs lips. âThatâs not a great view of male-female friendship.âÂ
Jakeâs retort comes immediately. âBut we were different, right?â
His words echo through your head until they make even less sense than they did initially. Different from what? From who? Youâre not sure - but you like the idea of you and Jake being different, special. You especially like the idea of Jake thinking so. So you look at him and smile. âRight.âÂ
Slowly, his grin fades and turns into a worried expression. âY/N?â
âMm?â
âWeâre still different now, arenât we?â
You want to wrap him in your arms so tightly neither of you can breathe. You settle for running a hand through his hair and pinching his cheek. âCourse we are.â Your whole being relaxes when his face breaks into a smile again.Â
--
The next morning, you wake up to Yunjin plopping down on your bed unceremoniously, shaking you awake, and asking you if you want anything from Snax CafĂ©. On one hand, youâre grateful that she thought of you and that in thirty minutesâ time, youâll have the greasiest sausage wrap and hash browns known to man in your hand; on the other, youâd like to think that she knows you well enough to know to order your regular from there without asking. But thatâs probably the hangover talking.
You stumble out of bed, thanking last nightâs you for having remembered to take headache medicine before crashing. Even if your stomach is very upset with the copious amount of alcohol it needs to rid your body of, and your throat is begging for water, at least your head doesnât feel like itâs been split into two. As Yunjin barges into Chaewonâs room just as she had done yours, you head for the kitchen to get yourself a tall glass of revitalising tap water. Youâre only mildly surprised to find Sunghoon passed out on your living room couch - it takes you a few seconds to remember that the three of you took pity on him when you learned he lived over an hourâs walk from the station, so you let him spend the night on your uncomfortable, cold leather sofa. While you down your glass in three gulps, you hear Yunjin shaking Sunghoon awake and asking him loudly if he wanted something from Snax.
âFuck, Iâd kill for a Snax right now,â he groggily says before heâs even opened his eyes. When he does, they dart around the room until they land on Yunjin, who's crouching in front of him. He looks like he thought her question was asked in a dream and not in real life. He also looks like he's not quite sure where he is, or who Yunjin is. It isnât until Jay comes wobbling out of Yunjinâs bed to the couch opposite Sunghoon that the memories seem to piece back together in his head. The three of you watch him like heâs an unstable mental patient and youâre his doctors.Â
âNo need for that, Iâm ordering it on Deliveroo.â He nods his head and goes back to sleep for the time being.Â
Just as youâre about to text Jake, your phone rings with a call from him. His raspy morning voice as he asks you whether you slept well makes you want to put your head in an oven heated at 200 degrees Celsius. However, you resist the urge, and answer him with a smile, then ask him the same question.
âI slept pretty well too. Iâd have slept in longer but one of my flatmates decided to have a Sunday fucking brunch and his friends are so loud. Can I come over?â
Youâre very aware of the other people in the room, especially of Chaewon who has just walked in and is eyeing you suspiciously as if to say, Why are you smiling so hard at ten in the morning? You know the girls would jump at any opportunity to tease you about Jake, and with the added presence of Sunghoon in the room, you canât have that. So you stifle the giggles bubbling in your throat and answer as nonchalantly as you can. It also gives you the chance to reflect on why Jake Sim asking you whether he can come over makes you want to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl so much.
(Maybe itâs because when it comes to him, youâre still the giddy schoolgirl you used to be.)
âYeah, of course. I was going to ask you if you wanted anything from Snax, actually.â
âSnax? Whatâs that?â
âOh my God, Jake, am I about to introduce you to Snax right now?â
Twenty minutes later, the six of you are sitting around your small living room table, all varying amounts of tired, dehydrated and famished as you dig into your breakfast. Given your current levels of energy, itâs fairly quiet; plus, the food hits such a spot that itâs hard to talk and eat at the same time. Jake eats like heâs never had a breakfast wrap and hash brown in his life. Itâs an endearing sight if youâve ever seen one.Â
You spend the afternoon together, watching movies curled up in your bed, and you try desperately not to think about the implications of that - except thatâs hard to do when Jake is right next to you, legs and arms ever-so-slightly brushing against yours, his warmth so close yet so out of reach. You purposefully let him pick movies youâve already seen so that you donât have to focus on anything but your own thoughts and the faint but dizzying scent of his body wash. The both of you had an innumerable amount of sleepovers as kids, so this shouldnât feel weird, but it decidedly does, probably because youâre much more aware of him now in a way you werenât before. Â
As hard as you try to figure out what exactly he meant by âdifferent,â you draw a blank. The only way youâll understand is if you ask him, and youâre far too scared to do that. You donât want to seem so hung upon a singular word he used when he was tipsy. It might be slightly dramatic, but you felt like some sort of balance had been restored since Jake was back in your life - the problem was it made you scared to do anything that might threaten this newfound equilibrium. It at least seems like different means a good thing to him, and thatâs enough for you.Â
You look over to him when the second movie comes to an end. Heâs sleeping peacefully, lashes caressing the skin under his eyes and cheeks looking rounder than usual. Itâd be so easy to reach a finger out and trace the line descending from the top of his forehead to his chin, gliding along the bump of his nose and feeling the plumpness of his rosy lips, but you settle for drawing that line with your eyes instead. Â
You donât think youâll be able to fall asleep with him next to you and your heart beating so loudly in your ears, but you find yourself waking up a few hours later, the sun already starting to set. Jake is already awake, scrolling on his phone, one arm casually behind his head as if being in your bed is as comfortable to him as being in his own. When he sees youâve woken up, his honey-coated smile washes warmly over you, and he makes a joke about how he keeps on falling asleep when heâs with you. âI feel that at ease, I guess,â he says, and you hope youâre not making up the small blush that spreads over his cheeks.Â
--
Semesters are always a short and intense affair, but this one passes by even quicker with Jake by your side. Before you know it, itâs midterms already, and you and Jake have travelled enough for him to complete his project and make another one just for the hell of it. He had scoured the internet for the cheapest train tickets and most noteworthy sites, planning trips that lasted anywhere between three hours and a day for the two of you. All you needed to do was follow and trust him, which was the easiest thing anyone couldâve asked of you.Â
Youâve gone back to Glasgow, during the day, this time, as well as St. Andrews and Aberdeen. Youâve practically visited every loch and castle in a one-hour train ride radius of Edinburgh, and Jake has more lined up for the second part of the semester. Heâs even said that your trips should continue being a thing next term, and you couldnât have agreed faster. With every new destination, every train ride spent looking out a window or laughing about everything and anything, any odd Scottish food you try for the first time, you somehow fall for him a bit deeper. You didnât know your love for him could bloom any more than it already had - but Jake is the gift that keeps on giving, and, unwillingly or not, he always finds new ways to make your heart speed that much faster.
Attentionate, affectionate, sweet Jake who always makes sure youâre comfortable wherever you go, always gives you his jacket or tucks your hair behind your ear to prevent it from falling in your face. Who, as time passed, grew more touchy, would hold your hand, ruffle your hair, pinch your cheek, which was simultaneously devastating and elating. Who, you could tell, started to linger more, both in his touch and in his gaze. Questions of does he love me back or am I seeing what I want to see? nearly drove you mad.Â
--
âI feel like at this point the only way sheâll understand that I like her is if I kill myself and write in my suicide note that itâs her fault for not loving me back.â
Jake has been pacing back and forth in Jayâs living room for approximately twenty minutes, with no end in sight. At least heâll have gotten most of his ten thousand steps of the day in.
Jay sighs heavily. âOkay, I really donât think you need to go that far.â
âSounds romantic to me,â Sunghoon says, mouth full of salted caramel popcorn.
âI hope you never get a girlfriend,â Jay retorts, looking at his deranged friend with a scowl. He turns back to his (slightly more) normal friend and gives him a sympathetic smile.Â
âI mean, I told her we were different. Different. That we werenât like regular friends. I tell her sheâs pretty every chance I get. I give her my jacket all the time, even though this country is fucking cold. Iâve even given her a t-shirt of mine, sprayed with my perfume and everything. And donât get me wrong, I do it âcause I love doing that for her-â
âSimp,â Sunghoon snickers.
âBut what the hell else can I do? Like, she has to be ignoring it on purpose at this point.âÂ
âYou could always, you know⊠tell her?â
Jake scoffs, fixing his friend with a derisive look. âWow. What a great idea, Jay, I never thought of that one before!â
A popcorn lands right on Jayâs cheek. âYouâre so clueless, man,â Sunghoon says, a shit-eating smirk on his lips. As if he knows any better.
Jay looks back-and-forth between his friends, an expression on his face like heâs been disparaged. âSorry, I didnât know being straightforward and honest was such a bad thing. It would just make things a lot clearer for the both of you.â
âBut⊠Iâm scared,â Jake says.Â
âMan up!â Sunghoon suddenly yells, punching the sofa next to him, making his friends jump. âHow can she ever figure it out if you donât tell her?â
âYou were on my side just a second ago, man, what are you doing?â Jake asks, confusion written all over his face. Sunghoonâs eyes dart back and forth between the two boys, retreating into silence as he stuffs his mouth with another handful of popcorn.
âJust ignore him,â Jay says. âBut for once, he did say something that makes a modicum of sense. You think youâre being really obvious, but you might not actually be. Which could be a good sign, you know. I heard girls were super aware of a guy liking them if they werenât into him, but being totally oblivious if they did like him.â
âWhere did you hear that?â Jake asks, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
â...Instagram Reels,â Jay reluctantly admits, frowning at Sunghoon who bursts into laughter.Â
Jake holds the bridge of his nose between two fingers like his head aches. âYouâre both so useless, Iâm never coming to you with my problems ever again.â
âIâll pretend Iâm not offended by that.â
âIâd rather you didnât, anyway,â Sunghoon says. Heâs smiling but Jake genuinely canât tell if heâs joking or not.
âBut seriously, if you think youâve done everything, then just do one last thing thatâs so obvious she canât misinterpret it,â Jay says.
âLike what?â
âLike kissing her, or some-â
âKissing her?!â Jake echoes.
âThatâs wild, man,â Sunghoon uselessly butts in.
âItâs just an example, calm yourselves,â Jay says. âOr, again, just straight up tell her how you feel. Itâs what I did with Yunjin, and it worked.â
âYou and Yunjin are dating?â Sunghoon asks, bewildered.
Jay shakes his head at him. âWhere the hell have you been, bro? We were literally cuddling on the couch the other day.â
âI just thought you were really good friends, or something.â
Jake groans, holding his head in his hands. Sunghoon was of no help whatsoever, and Jay was so on point that it annoyed him. Confessing was the only solution - but Jake was so afraid of being rejected and losing your friendship that he had barely entertained the thought. But he had found the courage to do it once, and even though his planned confession had fallen through back then, he could get himself together and do it again.Â
It was the day he had told you he was moving to Korea, which he himself had learned that morning. Originally, heâd texted you because he had news to share - good news. Or at least, he hoped they were good. He hoped the soft, lingering looks you gave him werenât a figment of his imagination but rather the confirmation he needed that you liked him back. He hoped that like him, you cared too much about your friendship to make the first move into something else; that by confessing first, youâd be relieved of that responsibility; that his wish to hold your hand and kiss your forehead wasnât one-sided.Â
He decided not to prepare anything - just a couple sentences that heâd rehearsed over and over in his head. Declarations of love, bouquets of flowers, chocolate and couple keychains, all that could wait until after youâd said yes to being his girlfriend. He didnât want to win you over just once, he wanted to show you every day how much he loved you. Fourteen-year-old Jake was absolutely head over heels for you; so imagine his disappointment when, as he was getting ready to meet with you, his parents called him downstairs, a tone to their voice Jake wasnât familiar with, but that couldnât mean anything good.Â
âYour dadâs job is sending us back to Seoul next month,â his mom announced, not beating around the bush. He felt everything quite literally crumbling down around him. His friends in Brisbane, his school, his hobbies, but above all, you. Heâd lose it all. And what was the point now in telling you how he felt? If you felt the same way, it would only make his departure that much harder, and if you didnât, it would ruin your last moments together. It just wasnât worth it.
What he had planned to be good news turned into the most awful ones. The thought of it happening all over again makes twenty-year-old Jake shudder. But he wouldnât let himself be trapped by time again - sure, in seven months, the academic year would be over, and he would go back to Korea. But that didnât mean that those seven months should be spent in agony, or the following ones either, for that matter. You would make it work. What was long-distance to someone who loved someone else as much as Jake loved you?
But he doesnât want to get ahead of himself. He has to start by really resolving to do this, and in the off-chance that it actually goes in his favour, heâd start worrying about long distance then.
First, he has a trip to plan.
--
You shouldâve known that a trip to the Scottish Highlands in the middle of November was a risky choice in terms of weather. The day started off nicely enough - no sign of rain when you woke up or as you watched the sunrise through the train window. Clouds turned the sky a bright white at first, then increasingly greyer and greyer. You feel the first drops of rain after lunch as you walk around a small village. By four pm, itâs pitch black and storming like youâve rarely seen before. You head into a pub to grab a drink as you wait for the rain to subside, but subside it does not. You end up ordering fish and chips, one each, although one serving is enough to feed three. Even after taking your time eating, the bad weather does not let up. The last train, which is meant to be at eight pm, has been cancelled. Luckily, thereâs an inn right across the road from the pub; you have no choice but to spend the night.Â
The inn receptionist is sitting so low on her chair, you can barely see her over the desk until youâre standing right over it. Her face is hidden by a book and itâs only when you say hiya that she seems to realise youâre there. You had never heard of the book or of its author, but you recognized the cover design as that of those romance novels with repetitive plots and weirdly misogynistic love interests your mum and every other middle-aged woman was obsessed with.
Her smile widens as she looks between you and Jake. âHi there. One room for the lovely couple?â
âOh, weâre not-â
âYes, please,â Jake interrupts, smiling down at her, then at you. âItâll be cheaper if we share a room.â
âOur only room with two single beds is already taken, Iâm afraid. One double bed okay for you two?â
You feel like youâre about to faint, so youâre glad Jake is there to answer. âYeah, of course.â How the idea of sharing one bed with you is so okay to him, youâre not sure - granted, youâve done it before, but this feels different. For all intents and purposes, this is a hotel room youâre staying in. And youâre staying in it with Jake.Â
You try to calm your breathing as the receptionist guides you to your room, chatting casually with Jake on the way there. As she unlocks the door for you, she informs you that check-out must be done before eleven in the morning tomorrow, then bids you good night and leaves you to it, still wearing that smile you swear has mischievousness to it. The door clicks shut behind you, and itâs just Jake and you again, together in this small room until tomorrow morning. Your chances of survival are very, very low.Â
Your room is a humble one, consisting of a desk, a cupboard, two armchairs, a small, separate bathroom and the infamous bed. Every surface seems to be covered with wood, from the ceiling, to the walls, to the old-fashioned furniture. Only the floor is a soft, beige carpet. Especially with the darkness outside, it makes for a gloomy room until you turn on the lamp by the entrance; it casts a warm, golden light in the room, one that would make you feel at ease if it wasnât for Jakeâs presence next to you. The implications of being essentially trapped in a barely-lit room with him are heavy on your mind, especially when he looks this gorgeous with his hair still damp from the rain and the soft lights playing on his face.Â
His voice brings you out of your thoughts. âRight. Do you, um, do you wanna shower first?â he asks, setting his bag on one of the armchairs.
âOh. Yeah, sure.â There has never been such an awkward tension between the two of you, but you know youâre not doing anything to ease it. You hope a shower will help you get out of your head and make you relax.
You feel the tension leave your muscles under the hot water, but your stomach is still in knots. Youâve never been this nervous around Jake before; back when you were fourteen and again in these past few months, youâd gotten so used to dealing with your unspoken feelings for him that you could almost forget about them when you were with him. Theyâd come back to you when you were alone and dwelling on the moments youâd spent together, on his words and actions you desperately tried not to read too much into but always ended up doing anyway. But right now, theyâve floated to the surface, becoming as obvious to you as a stain on your skin you canât rub away. Youâre scared Jake will notice it, and, in the worst case scenario you often thought about, would run away and never speak to you again.Â
At least the raging storm outside would make that a bit harder.
When you step out of the shower, you curse yourself for not having worn more comfortable clothes on this trip. You definitely canât wear these jeans and button-up sweater to lounge around. Thankfully, the inn provides two long bathrobes that you could wear over underwear and your tank top, but you wonder where on the scale of inappropriate this would be to wear with Jake in the room. Heâs seen you in short pyjama shorts before, but this, like everything else that would usually be normal between the two of you, feels weird today.Â
You wrap the bathrobe around yourself, tying it in place around your waist, and decide that itâd only be weird if you made it weird. And if Jake found the sight of your bare legs weird, then he was the weird one.
The scene youâre met with as you walk into the room makes you want to retreat into the bathroom immediately. Jake is lying on the bed with his upper half against the headboard, one leg extended and the other one bent, resting his head against one palm, using his free hand to scroll through his phone. His t-shirt has ridden up slightly, putting the waistband of his Calvin Kleins into view. Worst of all, when he sees you, his face breaks into a grin.Â
Your stomach twists when he gives you a once-over, letting his gaze linger on your legs. âDid you bring a bathrobe with you or was it included?â he asks with an annoyingly handsome smirk.
You roll your eyes. âYes, I bring a bathrobe with me wherever I go,â you say sarcastically. âNow shut up and go shower, you stink.â Reverting to insults is always the solution when youâre internally freaking out.
âYes, maâam.âÂ
He takes so long in the shower that by the time he comes out, youâve dozed off in bed. As if you were a child, he wakes you up with a boop to the nose, crouching next to the bed and smiling at you. His wet hair falls on his head like that of a movie star in a shower scene, which you find extremely unfair, and his cheeks are red from the warmth of the water.Â
âItâs still early. Do you wanna go grab another drink?â
âIn our bathrobes?â you say, laughing. âNah, I donât really feel like drinking anyway.â Read: Iâm not sure what Iâll do with alcohol in me.
âOkay, no worries. Um, I think I saw they had board games in the lobby?â
Your ears perk up at this. âOoh, what kind of board games?â
Putting jeans on underneath his bathrobe, Jake slips away for a minute and comes back with Monopoly, Uno, and a deck of cards. âThey didnât have much for two players,â he says, dumping everything on the bed.Â
You already knew that anything would become fun if you did it with Jake, but you definitely didnât expect to spend almost five hours just playing Monopoly and card games with him. Neither of you stays put for very long, always switching from sitting criss-cross to laying on your stomach, making fun of the otherâs bathrobe even though youâre wearing the exact same thing. You make each other laugh as you make up your own nonsense rules and disregard the laws of your games, attacking the other ruthlessly for a couple extra points or coins. Jake even makes you go get snacks from a corner store thatâs miraculously still open because you lose the first round of Uno.Â
After some time, Jake lets out a loud yawn, which in turn makes you yawn too. He checks his phone to find that itâs close to midnight already. âTime for bed?â he asks, and your nervousness that had finally dissipated as you played came rushing back.Â
You nod. âYeah, sounds good.â
The two of you clean up before brushing your teeth. Even that, with Jake by your side, becomes a silly affair as he pulls faces in the mirror and nudges your hip with his. You stay behind to use the toilet, and when you come back out, Jakeâs already in bed, bathrobe tossed on one of the armchairs. This means that Jake is just casually in a t-shirt and boxers, waiting for you to join him in bed. Luckily, his back is turned to you, so you quickly take off your own bathrobe and slide under the sheets, careful to keep your distance from him. The sheets are cold underneath you, and you know itâll take a while before your body heat warms them up - although you feel very hot and bothered because of the man lying next to you.Â
âGosh, Iâm really sleepy all of a sudden,â he says, words distorted by a yawn. You only hum in response, and he reaches for the lamp to turn it off. Just like that, youâre in complete darkness, and Jakeâs body is mere inches from your own.Â
Itâs eerily quiet for a while, and when youâve managed to slow your heartbeat and regularise your breathing, you start trying to fall asleep. You toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position until Jakeâs low, sleepy voice breaks the silence. âCanât sleep?â he asks, and you freeze.
You sigh. âNo. Iâm sorry for keeping you up,â you say guiltily.
âItâs okay. I canât really sleep either. Itâs a bit cold in here.â
You pause. âRight. Yeah, it is,â you say, even though you feel like youâre sweating buckets.Â
The room plunges into silence again, long enough for you to think Jake has fallen asleep. You feel something cold against your foot, only realising as it slides up your calf that itâs his foot. âJake!â you whisper-yell, withdrawing your leg as he bursts into giggles that warm your heart. âYour feet are so cold,â you say in-between chuckles.
âIâm cold all over,â he whines. âHave they not turned the heating on yet? Itâs already mid-November.â
âPeople are used to the cold here.â
âWell Iâm not. Can we cuddle?â he suddenly asks, and he must somehow feel the way you freeze in place because he stammers out a justification straight away. âFor, I mean, just for warmth, you know. I donât think Iâll sleep otherwise.â
His foot finds yours again and you canât help but laugh. âSure, fine,â you say with a sigh as if you were doing only half-heartedly for his sake. As if this was some big sacrifice you were making, and not something youâd daydreamed about one too many times before.Â
Your heart is beating a thousand miles a second when you scooch closer to Jake, his hands finding your waist as easily as if theyâd been there a hundred times before. He pulls you in much closer than you had expected, holding you tightly against his chest, one arm for you to use as a pillow and one hand resting on your lower back. You try to calm your respiration so that he canât hear how short of breath you are, but based on his own breathing, he seems to be out in five minutes. It takes you longer to fall asleep, every shift of his body sending shivers down your spine, but you manage to relax after some time, letting his warmth envelop you as you drift off to sleep.
--
The feeling of waking up with you in his arms is so unreal, Jake thinks he might still be dreaming.
He looks down at your peaceful sleeping face and canât stop the smile that spreads on his lips. Jake always thinks youâre pretty, but this is a sight he particularly wants to commit to memory. He watches fondly as the bright sun rays of the early morning hit your face, making you scrunch your eyebrows and bury your face deeper against him. You grunt softly, and when he feels you shifting and stretching your legs, he pretends to fall asleep so you donât catch him staring. It seems like youâve raised your head, chin tilted towards him - if heâs lucky, youâre watching him âsleepâ just like he did seconds ago.
He contains a smile at the joke that forms itself in his brain before shooting his eyes open, catching you off guard during what you thought was a private, secret moment.Â
âShit!â you yelp, practically jumping off of him and rolling onto the other side of the bed. He bursts into laughter, proud that his little prank was effective. Before you can scold him, he makes his way to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your back against his chest. He thinks he feels your body tense; but then you bring your hand over his, swiping your thumb back and forth against his skin, and you relax in his hold. âYouâre so annoying,â you complain, but your voice is tender, almost weak.
He buries his face in your hair, trying not to be too loud when he inhales there. âSorry,â he says, the smile evident in his voice. âThe opportunity was right there. Caught you staring, huh?â
âYouâre such an idiot.â
âIâll take that as a yes.â Itâs quiet for a few minutes, and Jake is more than happy to enjoy this moment in silence, but thereâs something burning the tip of his tongue. Itâs been there for a while now, but he thinks heâs finally found the right moment. âY/N?â
âMm?â
âThereâs something I couldnât tell you last night, but I feel oddly okay saying it right now. Are you listening?âÂ
âI am, yeah,â you say gently, voice so soft it caresses his skin and draws goosebumps from it.
His chest expands and falls with a deep, shaky breath. With your back right against it, heâs scared youâll hear that his heart is beating faster than it should. âBad news first?â he says with a nervous chuckle.
âUh-oh.â
âThereâs no roundabout way to say this, so here goes, I guess.â He takes another breath. âIâm in love with you, Y/N.â You tense in his embrace, and he waits for you to say something, anything before he continues.
âOh,â is all you say. He hopes itâs a good oh - even if it isnât, he doesnât let it deter him.
âYeah. I really debated telling you this⊠I know you might not feel the same way. But I also know that if I donât say anything and make the same mistake twice, Iâll beat myself up over it for the rest of my life.â
âThe same mistake?â you ask, looking at him over your shoulder.
He gazes down at you tenderly, pushing hair away from your face with a gentle hand. âI already felt that way back when we lived in Australia. I was about to tell you but when I learned that I was moving, I didnât wanna risk ruining the little time we had left together.â
The look on your face both breaks his heart and patches it up again. âJakeyâŠâ you say, voice just a whisper. You turn around to face him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. The fact that youâre not saying much is making his stomach twist in agonising stress, but he takes it as a good sign that youâre still holding him tight and not running away.
âI think Iâd be the luckiest guy on Earth if you felt the same way,â he says, hopefulness clear in his voice.Â
And then he finally hears the words heâs been dying to hear all these years. âOf course, I feel the same way, Jake,â you say, eyes meeting his. âThis isnât bad news at all, itâs like, the best possible news ever.â
It takes him a few seconds, but when your words sink in, a bright smile graces his features. He feels tears coming up - tears of relief that you feel the same way, of sadness that it took the both of you so long to get here, of happiness that something new might start - heâs not sure. Perhaps everything at once.
âOf course?â he echoes, smiling wildly. âIt wasnât obvious to me.â
âOh, gosh,â you murmur, burying yourself into him once more. âI canât believe this is actually happening.â
He tightened his hold around you, bringing you to him as close as physically possible. âMe neither.â
The feeling of you tangling your bare legs with his and bunching up the fabric of his t-shirt in your fist awakens something in him - he had been in his head, thanking the heavens that you loved him back, reeling from his belated confession, but he was now very aware of his body. And of yours. He was reminded of Jay telling him to kiss you - although he hadnât needed to go there to reveal his feelings to you, it was still a possibility. It was even more so now that he knew you felt the same way.Â
He tries to be subtle as he brushes a hand up your back to the nape of your neck, gently grazing his fingernails against the skin there. He has to suppress a self-satisfied smirk when he feels you squirm under his touch, lifting your head to fix him with a scolding look. Your stern expression fades as soon as his eyes fall on your lips, however, and you quickly mirror his gaze. His lips part, and he feels his whole body shake as he takes a deep breath in. Who knew that youâd share your first kiss on a random Sunday morning in the fuckass middle of nowhere in Scotland?
Maybe you take pity on him, or you recognise the effort put into being the one to make the first move, or, as heâd like to think, you just really want to kiss him - either way, youâre the one who closes the gap and presses your lips to his.
Your lips. So soft, so delicate against his, absolutely perfect. Itâs a simple, tentative touch, but heâs craved it for so long that it makes his head spin. He frowns, despite himself instantly needing more than this feather-like feeling of your lips brushing against each other. His mind tells him to calm down and take it slow, but his body takes over, urging him to grab the nape of your neck a little harder, to hold you a little closer to him, to kiss you a little stronger. Thankfully, you let him do all of this and more, hands finding purchase in his hair and returning his intensity tenfold.Â
He doesnât know whatâs better - the fact that youâre kissing him or the kiss itself. The way your lips move against his is intoxicating; it wraps itself around its mind and leaves no room for thoughts that arenât of you. You seem to want him as desperately as he wants you, to have waited for him as long as he did for you, and this is what drives him crazy. You press your body against his and he sees stars; you let out a moan against his lips and he kisses you deeper, ready to do anything to hear that melody again.Â
Unfortunately, the only melody he gets to hear is that of his phone alarm, informing you that itâs quarter to eleven and that you have fifteen minutes to leave. Check-out at eleven am had sounded nice yesterday; now, he would stay in this dingy inn his whole life if it meant he got to keep kissing you.Â
The both of you reluctantly break apart, bursting into giddy laughter when your eyes meet. As said before, Jake always thinks youâre pretty, but with your pupils blown and your lips plump from kissing, this might just be the prettiest heâs ever seen you.Â
âYou know, I like you a lot, but Iâd like you even more if you could stop time,â you say.
He looks down at you with a smile, pushing away the strands of hair that had fallen on your face. âSure, Iâll learn how to control time for you.â
âThanks, Jakey.â You peck his lips, lingering, and he closes his eyes to savour your sweetness.Â
âAnything for you, baby.â His eyes widen at the nickname slip, but you erupt into giggles.
âBaby?â
âWould you look at the time, we really got to go,â he says, detangling his limbs from yours. He pauses for a second. âBaby,â he repeats, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before bouncing from the bed.
You get ready together, and the mundane tasks of stripping sheets from a bed and packing bags become the funnest things heâs ever done. Youâre all over each other, attacking the other with kisses and hugs; Jake doesnât think heâs ever felt quite this happy.Â
And this is only the beginning.
--
Thereâs a glint in the receptionistâs eyes when you check out of your room, as if she knew something you and Jake had been oblivious to all along. Itâs the only one in town, so you go back to the little pub for a full breakfast with eggs, hash browns, haggis, and sausages. You get coffee so strong you think you might not sleep for the next four days, while Jake drinks tea that is equal parts sugar, milk, and actual tea.
From the moment you leave the pub to the moment you arrive at your doorstep, Jakeâs hands barely leave yours. When they have to, like when youâre searching for the perfect seat on the train or when the controller checks your tickets, theyâre back together within a minute, like two magnets that canât stay apart for too long. The rain has long subsided, leaving place to a bright blue sky and wet blades of grass that shine in the sun.Â
Now that your mutual feelings donât need to be kept secret, you tell each other about everything you had to go through, like you pretending your good news was your mum having baked the cookies Jake liked and him seeing your new boyfriends every two months on your close friends story. He tells you about all the hints heâs dropped, causing you to facepalm over and over again. It feels like two friends catching each other to speed on all the latest gossip, except the topic of that gossip is you.
The juxtaposition of your familiarity with Jake with the novelty of behaving like a couple, of not having to hold back with your touches or gazes or words, is nothing if not jarring. But you have a feeling youâll get used to it in no time.Â
As you unlock the front door to your building, you donât ask him if heâs coming up - to you, itâs a given that youâll be spending the rest of today and every day after that together. So when he doesnât follow you, staying still on the threshold, you turn around with a questioning look on your face.Â
âThereâs something I need to do this afternoon,â he says, taking both of your hands in his.
âCanât I come with?â you say. Jake wavers for a second, but sadly, he stays firm in his decision.
âSorry, baby, itâs a surprise. Iâll be back at seven with takeout?â
You canât possibly be mad at him when he calls you baby and offers food in the same breath. âOnly if you bring takeout.â
âYou only love me because I feed you, donât you?â he asks, a smile on his face.
âYup,â you reply. Youâre standing on a step, so you bend down to kiss him - you intend for it to be a peck, but when your lips touch, youâre unable to pull away. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, in the warmth that takes over your body and makes your brain all fuzzy.Â
A loud, affronted gasp from behind you makes you jump from Jake, and when you turn around, Chaewon and Yunjin are standing in the stairwell, staring at you with wide eyes and gaping mouths.Â
âSo this was a sexcapade?â is, much to your horror, the first thing Yunjin says.
Thanks to Chaewon, neither you nor Jake have the time to dwell on this sentence as she comes running down the stairs and pounces on you. You donât know how a woman so small can have such force, but her hug is so tight you can barely breathe, let alone hug her back properly. âI knew you could do it!â she exclaims. When she pulls away, she seems so moved, it looks like sheâs about to cry. âYou finally popped your Jake cherry,â she whispers, but itâs loud enough for Jake to hear. A bark of laughter escapes his throat.
âOkay, thanks, guys,â you say, escaping this awkward situation and going up the stairs. âIâll see you later, Jake!â you yell over your shoulder. The girls seem to be on their way out, and youâre more than happy leaving him to deal with them on his own. God knows youâll get the worst of it when they come back.Â
As soon as you get to your flat, you make a beeline for your bedroom, plopping on the bed. Youâre the same person, and this is the same room. But something within you feels entirely different, like a scar that you had been carrying around had, without you even noticing, healed so well you could barely see it anymore. You lifted your hands in the air, looked at the back of them, then at your palms. They were the same old hands that had been with you your whole life, and you were almost shocked that there wasnât something utterly different about them after having held Jakeâs hand for so long. Just to be sure, you sniffed your right hand, but it didnât smell any different, either. But you still felt Jakeâs hand on yours, like headphones youâd been wearing for hours and still felt on your ears after taking them off.
Yunjin and Chaewon are back from their shopping half-an-hour later; they got you a chocolate fudge cake from Tesco to congratulate you. âYou guys are acting like this is my birthdayâŠâ you say, eyeing the cake greedily as Chaewon cuts it into three equal parts (even though it says serves eight on the packaging).Â
âThis is more important than your birthday, Y/N,â Yunjin states as she pours oat milk into three cups of Earl Grey tea. âThis is, like, the moment of a lifetime.â
âAre you saying a girlâs importance depends on her having a boyfriend?â
âYes, Y/N, thatâs exactly what Iâm saying. Especially when said boyfriend is the guy sheâs been pining after for all of her teenage and adult life.â
You sigh. âWell, he hasnât exactly popped the boyfriend and girlfriend question yet.â They both turn to look at you, an annoyed look on their faces. You stand up straight, uncomfortable under their gazes. âWhat?â
âUsually, Iâm all for clarity on this issue,â Chaewon starts. âBut isnât it pretty obvious here?â
âYouâre still gonna have to tell us everything in minute detail, but Jakeâs already told us what happened. He had no qualms referring to you as his girlfriend, so I really donât think this is something you need to worry about. What you should worry about is when and where youâre going to hop on that dick.â
Chaewon bursts into laughter, and you canât help but follow suit. âGosh, Yunjin, you really do have a way with words.â
âI know. This is what having a Jane Austen hyperfixation at fifteen will do to you.â
Following Yunjinâs orders, you tell them about the events of the previous day and this morning over tea and cake. They ooh and ah and gasp in all the right places, ask you very specific questions and even make you draw a picture of the room you stayed in. Youâve talked to them about Jake so many times that thereâs only so much to say now - but still, you talk for hours on end, deviating off-topic so often you end up talking about something else entirely.Â
Youâre in bed reading for your Middle English Literature class when the doorbell rings. Itâs seven on the dot, so it can be no one else other than Jake. Itâs been mere hours, but youâve missed him enough to last you for weeks.Â
He brought takeaway from the Indian place youâd raved about a hundred times but hadnât brought him to yet. Somehow, your heart grows even fonder as you watch his reaction to the food, the raise of his eyebrows, the widening of his eyes, the excited shimmy of his shoulders. When you ask him about his afternoon, a wide smile breaks out onto his face, like a lightbulb illuminating a room. Without a word, he scurries to your room, bringing back some sort of book with him. He hands it to you with a shy smile and curious eyes, eagerly anticipating your reaction. The cover reads Y/N and Jake in his clumsy but endearing handwriting, with the date of his arrival in Edinburgh and an em-dash scribbled underneath. âI havenât booked my flight home yet, so Iâll add the second date later,â he explains.Â
When you flick through it, youâre met with photographs of you and Jake on all of the trips youâve done so far, as well as the various adventures you got up to in the city. Thereâs even one of you sleeping in the library at two am during midterms when you had forgotten about one of your essays, due at midday. Jake had come with coffee and words of encouragement, and now he could brag that the high mark you got was thanks to him. Itâs not only photos - itâs also ticket stubs, receipts, stickers, and even a dried flower you had found pretty on your trip to St. Andrews. Heâs also written quite a lot, from diary-like entries about what you got up to that day or songs that reminded him of you.Â
âYou misspelt right here,â you say, pointing to a sentence that reads This is the cafĂ© write next to the hotel where the last Harry Potter book is said to have been written!!! under a photo of you drinking a massive cup of hot chocolate. The more you look at the typo, the more it makes you laugh, until you have tears brimming in your eyes.
Thanks to Yunjinâs messiness, pens and pencils are strewn over your coffee table. Jake, flushed red in embarrassment at the small mistake, snatches a pencil and aggressively erases write, spelling it correctly the second time around. âThis is the level of todayâs English Lit undergrads,â he murmurs under his breath. His frown disappears when he looks at you and he laughs along.
You continue looking through the album until you land on a page titled Why I love Y/N. From top to bottom, left to right, itâs filled with Jakeâs tiny handwriting. You can tell he put effort into making it neat. Thereâs a singular photograph of you, one that dates from the first days after Jakeâs arrival when you were walking around in the Meadows, the park right next to campus. The sun shone down on you and you smiled brightly at Jake behind the camera. Â
Youâre not a quarter through reading when tears swell in your eyes, rendering your vision blurry. You wipe them away before they can fall and stain the page. Jake has detailed every last thing he loves about you. It can hardly get cornier than this, but the fact that he wrote this about you makes your heart so full, youâre afraid it might explode in your chest. It ranges from basic things like the way she makes me laugh or her pretty face when she falls asleep in the train (or anywhere, for that matter) to more you-specific things like the strict pastel colour-coding she uses for her notes and her perseverance when eating spicy food even though she canât take it. He mentions things about you that you didnât even know, and that feeling of being known in-and-out, of being really seen by someone else only brings more tears to your eyes. Your favourite line comes at the end - the way she makes any place feel like home. A proper sob pushes past your lips at this, and Jake, who had been watching you with an anxious smile, rests a palm on your knee and inches closer to you.
âWhy are you crying, is- Did I write something bad?â
You shake your head fervently. âNo, no, Jakey, this is⊠Itâs perfect. Iâm justâŠâ you trail, letting out a half-sob, half-chuckle. You look at him with a smile before pulling him into a tight hug. âI love it so much. I love you so much.â
You can feel Jake relax against you. âI love you too, baby. Iâm glad you like it.â
You pull away after a small while, and turn the next page over. Itâs a picture of you over breakfast this morning, with words WEâRE DATING!!!! written underneath it, and those simple words make you so happy, your cheeks ache from smiling. But every page after that is empty. Jake scratches the back of his neck. âI, um, I thought we could fill the rest out together. I debated just doing it myself and giving it to you at the end of the year, but I thought itâd be more fun doing it together.â
âIt would. This is such an amazing idea,â you say, flicking back through the pages.
âI thought of it because of that project I had. When I started working on it, all the photos I wanted to include were of you, but I wasnât sure how much my professor would appreciate that⊠So I decided to make one more personal. One for us,â he says shyly, shrugging like itâs no big deal.
âThank you so much, Jakey.â
He smiles. âItâs no worries.â
âDid you do it all this afternoon?â
âI had started it before, but I added it most of today, yeah. Which, by the way, awful timing. I wanted nothing more than to spend today with you.â
Your heart leaps. Youâre not sure youâll ever get used to hearing such words from Jakeâs mouth.
Sometime later, youâre laying in bed with Jake between your legs, watching the most recent animated Spiderman movie. With the tips of your fingers, you draw random patterns on his forearm, and if it wasnât for his occasional chuckles, youâd think he had fallen asleep. You chat for a bit after the movie, but you find that after such an emotionally-packed day, youâre ready to call it a night fairly early. But when the lights are off and itâs just you lying against Jakeâs chest, his fingernails grazing your scalp and his familiar, comforting scent clouding your judgement, all thoughts of an early night are thrown out of the window.
You shouldnât feel so nervous - you had fallen asleep in his arms last night, and it had gone well. Really well.Â
âThis is different from yesterday, isnât it?â Jake suddenly says, breaking the heavy silence with a low voice. Itâs like he read your mind.
âYeah,â you whisper against his skin.
No other words are needed. You brush the tip of your nose along his neck until you reach his jawline, pressing soft kisses there and delighting in the increasing shakiness of his breath. The feeling of your lips meeting is so intense, so all-encompassing, that you donât know if youâll be able to handle anything more.
This is still new territory, but youâre both so eager to discover it that it makes for a messy kiss, lips moving against each other ravenously, tongues beckoning moans from the other. Itâs a kiss that somehow leaves you breathless and breathes oxygen back into your lungs at once.Â
In a matter of seconds, Jake has flipped you on your back and is hovering over you, one hand holding him up and one hand free to roam your body. He slips it underneath your t-shirt, brushes it along the side of your waist, his touch leaving behind a trail of fire blazing on your skin. Itâs so distracting, you canât even kiss him back properly anymore. Jake doesnât seem to mind. At first, when he starts pressing hot kisses to your jawline and your neck, you think heâs giving you a respite - but when he gently sinks his teeth into the skin there, leaving marks that will later remind you tonight wasnât a dream, chuckling as you squirm and whine under him, you understand that this is anything but a respite.Â
You curse your earlier decision of not wearing a bra, because it gives you no preparation whatsoever to the sensation of Jake brushing his thumb against one of your nipples. With a loud gasp, your back arches off of the bed, which only aids Jake in raising your t-shirt up over your breasts.Â
He takes a minute to admire the sight of you panting and half-naked underneath him. It makes you feel shy, and you want to do something so that he stops looking and starts doing, but his gaze holds you in place. His pupils are blown with lust, eyes raking over your body and taking everything in. You have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that itâs you heâs looking at with those eyes.Â
His soft lips attach themselves to your nipple while his fingers continue their work on the other one. Youâve never felt this sensitive, never felt this on edge, like you might fall apart at any second even with so little simulation. Your core throbs, impatiently waiting to be tended to, but youâre already trembling so hard from Jakeâs attention to your breasts that you donât know what will happen to you once he actually touches you down there.
âYou doing okay, baby?â he asks, the rasp in his voice making you want him impossibly more. You grip his hair and he looks up at you, a tender smile on his lips. You nod your head yes and he laughs. âYeah? You want more?â You pause at his question. You do want more, but is it worth your sanity?
It takes you a second to decide that itâs worth that and more. You nod again.Â
Jake seems to have sensed your hesitation. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou sure youâre okay?â
âI am. Itâs just a lot.â
His expression of worry softens into a smile. âIâll take it slow for you, love. Itâs a lot for me, too.â He leans in to press soft kisses to your cheek, and some of the tension in your body diffuses. Whatever happens, Jake will be there to take care of you. âBut it feels good, right?â he asks, lips moving against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
âSo good, Jakey,â you reply shakily.
âGood.â
You can tell that Jake really does want to take it slow - his movements are more deliberate, gentler. But eagerness, both yours and his, soon takes over, and a minute later, heâs trailing kisses down your body until he reaches your lower stomach. Your breath quickens as he hooks fingers underneath your leggings and underwear, sliding both garments down your legs and leaving you bare to him. You think the feeling of his lips on the fleshy parts of your inner thighs is what might actually do you in, make you lose your sense of reality forever - but then his tongue darts out against your clit, a barely-there touch, and your whole body flatlines.Â
Your reaction eggs Jake on, who, more confident now, takes the sensitive bud in his lips and alternates between sucking and licking motions. A knot ties itself embarrassingly quickly in your stomach, a knot that tightens and tightens as Jake flattens his tongue against you, licking up your juices from your entrance to your clit; a knot that threatens to come loose when he slides a long finger inside of you. You canât take more than thirty seconds of this.
âJakey,â you say, voice practically a moan. Your brain is fuzzy and it takes a distressing amount of time to form a simple sentence. âCan you come here?â
âIs something wrong, baby?â he asks breathily, sliding his finger out of you and coming back up so that his face is right above yours.Â
âNo, just⊠I want you.â
Any trace of worry on Jakeâs features dissipates as he cocks an eyebrow, one corner of his lips tugging up into a smirk. âIs that so?â
This kind of boldness would usually have you rolling your eyes, but here, it only makes your core throb more violently. Itâs almost humiliating how much you want this man. Itâs definitely humiliating, how easy it is to swallow your pride and play into his game. âYes, please,â you say, eyes pleading with him.
He smiles almost giddily before burying his face against the side of yours. âMy babyâs so polite,â he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âIâll give you whatever you want.â
âTake this off, then,â you say, grabbing the bottom hem of his t-shirt.Â
âSo she says please and gives orders,â he jokes, quickly obliging anyway.Â
Not once in your time apart had Jake posted any sort of beach trip or pool photos, so this was the first time you saw his bare chest. God, was it one for the history books. You trace the defined lines of his muscles with a finger and wonder how he had managed to get even more perfect. He lets you marvel at him for it, clearly proud that youâre gawking so shamelessly, but your mind drifts back to more urgent matters when he presses himself into you, his clothed cock, hard and hot, brushing against your folds. âFuck,â you sigh, bucking your hips into his to feel him over and over again.
Itâs so much, but itâs not enough; Jake instantly gets your message when you hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling him to you and kissing him feverishly. Your lips donât part as he slides his boxers off, and you drink up the nectar that are his moans as you take him in your hand, pumping him a few times.
âCondom?â he asks, but you shake your head.
âIâm on the pill. And even so⊠I usually always use a condom, but I donât want to now. Not with you.â
Jake closes his eyes as he takes a deep, stabilising breath. âI feel totally normal about that. Not crazy at all.â
You giggle, and he opens his eyes, a wide smile gracing his lips before he bends down to kiss you. âYou ready for the night of your life?â he asks against your lips. âItâs gonna last five minutes, tops,â he says, making you laugh again. âIâm sorry, baby, I canât do anything about it. I think I couldâve cum just from eating you out.â
âThat wouldâve been hot.â
âReally? Weâll make it a challenge for next time, then.â
When Jake plunges into you, itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt before. He fills you up, slow inch by slow inch, until heâs buried to the hilt inside you. You both need some time getting used to the feeling - Jake drops his head in the crook of your neck and lets out a sound between a grunt and a moan, something youâve never heard from him before. You grab onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as you try to tether yourself to him. You hold him so tight that he has no choice but to let his body rest on top of yours, his arms coming to circle your waist and bring you even closer.Â
His movements start out halting, the pleasure so overwhelming that it makes it hard for him to move steadily. In time, he falls into a torturously slow rhythm, but itâs the perfect kind of torture, the kind that has tears brimming in your eyes. Itâs so hard to take, and yet you want more. Youâre brought closer to the edge with every thrust of his dick into you, especially as he picks up the pace and lifts your hips to meet his. The new angle has his tip brushing against that spot deep inside you that makes it hard to breathe.Â
You can tell heâs just as close as you when he loses that steady rhythm he had found, his motions growing more desperate, harsher, quicker. Conscious of your roommates, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as your orgasm washes over you, your whole body on fire, so sensitive that the few more seconds Jake needs to come undone himself drive both your body and your mind into overstimulation. Even the feeling of him pulling out, drops of hot liquid dripping out of your entrance, is too much and makes you let out a small, tired whine.Â
Jake peppers your face with kisses as he holds your waist tightly, brushing his thumb back-and-forth on your warm skin, sticky with sweat. âYou did so well, baby. So good for me.â You think you might be ready for a second round if he keeps talking to you like that. âI love you so much.â
You sigh deeply, as if you were just told disconcerting news. âOkay.â
âOkay?!â he echoes, looking up at you with an outraged expression on his face.
âIâm sorry, I love you too, I just- Iâm not used to this yet! You canât just tell me you love and expect me to be normal. You have to warn me first.â
âCan I just warn you now that Iâm going to tell you I love you every time I get the chance?â
You sigh. âI guess.âÂ
âCan I tell you now?â he asks, and you hum. âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
Jake tuts. âI highly doubt it, but whatever makes you happy.â
You hold Jake close to you, one arm around his shoulders and the other hand playing with his hair as you come down from your high. You think he mightâve fallen asleep, and youâre close to drifting off yourself when he speaks. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this. Not just the sex, although that has been on my mind for a while now,â he says, making you laugh, âbut all of this. Being together, getting to be in your arms like this, kissing you whenever I want. Calling you my girlfriend.â
âMe too, Jakey. I waited so long I didnât think it would ever happen.â
Jake chuckles. âHow stupid were we not to have noticed we felt the same way?â
âVery stupid. I think we felt so sorry for ourselves that we were stuck in one-sided love, that we didnât even realise the other was going through the exact same thing. But at least weâre now.â
âAt least weâre here now.â You and Jake yawn at the exact same time, making you burst into giggles, giddy with sleep and love.
âLetâs sleep, baby,â you say.
Jake hums, burying himself deeper against your body. âSleep well, my love. Iâll be here.â
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After years of pining after each other, you and Jake find it a bit hard to keep your relationship to yourselves, or your hands off of each other.
At the beginning, all of your friends had been happy for you, but that quickly went away when your and Jakeâs honeymoon phase never died down and the PDA just kept on going. If the glue you were stuck with previously was metaphorical, this one was pretty close to being real. Superglue kept you together, your moments together rarely spent without some sort of physical touch. Yunjin fake-gagged so often, you were afraid she might actually vomit one of these days. It took Sunghoon two weeks longer than everyone else to clock you and Jake had started dating.
This meant that in private, there was truly no holding back. Jake back-hugged you any chance he got, to the point you started to think he was more koala than human - although thatâd imply he saw you as a tree. Make-out sessions were a particular favourite of yours - how could they not be when your boyfriendâs lips seemed to have been carved by God himself, soft and plump to the heavens, like they were made to be kissed. Really, you were just honouring Godâs will when you kissed Jake. Â
The goodbye that comes at the end of the year is not an easy one, and the month spent at home before you fly to Korea seems to never end. But you get there eventually, and as nice as it is to catch up with Jakeâs parents after so long, you feign sleepiness after lunch as an excuse to get some time alone with your boyfriend. Ironically, this âtime aloneâ is spent so intensely that you do end up falling asleep afterwards.Â
You have to admit, you really did a number on your boyfriend this time - what can a girl do when she missed her boyfriend this much? Jake is still passed out when you wake up from your nap, so you slip out as discreetly as you can from his embrace and get out of bed. You head for the closet first and swipe the comfiest looking sweater of his that you find there so you can stay warm as you look around his room. A pang of melancholia hits your chest - most of the pictures and objects on his walls and shelves are parts of his life you werenât around to witness. Friends you donât recognize, places youâve never heard of, phases youâd never known heâd gone through. But then you see the frame on his desk, a faded photo of the two of you at ten years of age, eating ice cream on the bench outside of your house. Milo is sitting at your feet. Jakeâs family hadnât adopted Layla yet. You realise that even if thereâs whole parts of your life you didnât get to share with each other, nothing could touch your memories, or your future.
You want to go back in time and tell fourteen-year-old you that no matter how painful it might seem at the moment, it will all be worth it for the sight of Jake Sim slowly drifting into wakefulness, patting the bed next to him, and noticing youâre missing with furrowed eyebrows. When he opens his eyes and they settle on you, a sleepy smile will grace his dazzling features, and heâll say, âCome back to bed.â
Youâll be even more in love at twenty than at fourteen.
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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | Leclerc brothers x sister! reader
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Pairings: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister! reader (model reader)
Summary: As Arthur and Y/N are on live together, Arthur accidentally spills his guts on Y/N crush on this mystery man, who is this man? And what will her brothersâs reaction be.
Warnings: Iâm using meeya dugiedâs photos as a reference! But reader has no faceclaim!
Authorâs note: WHOO itâs been a while, hope you guys have been well, I just wanted to say Thankyou for being so patient with me, Iâve had a lot going on in my life but just know your requests are in the process of being finalized! Iâm the meantime, this is just a little short fic for everyone!
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âDo you think the chicken came first or the egg?â
ââŠ.Shut up Arthurâ
The boy narrowed his eyes at his twin, the two youngest leclercs were on Y/Nâs Instagram live because they were so bored and since then itâs been a blur.
âY/N who is your favorite brother out of the 3, Lorenzo for sureâ she reads out the question and answers it without hesitation.
âGirllll whats up your ass today, did Jo-â before he could say more, the girl quickly covers his mouth, âShut the fuck up Arthur! I swear Iâm never telling you anything again!â She says, pushing his face out of the frame.
âOuch! See guys this is what happens when youâve had the fattest crush on this dude named J-â She interrupted him once more.
âOk everybody! Thatâs it for this live, Thankyou so much for keeping us entertained and I hope you all have an amazing day! Love youâ she says quickly before turning the live off.
âYouâre actually such a cunt Arthurâ she says as she pushes him again.
âWhat? Itâs not like I said his nameâ he responds standing up
âitâs not your place Hoeâ she responds standing up.
âWhatever girl, talk to the fucking handâ he says raising his hand in the most sassy way possible before walking off.
What in the sassy men apocalypse, she shook it off and just allayed down on the couch, before she got a text.
She rolls her eyes again, âIâm so sick of themâ she scoffs.
She smiled at the replies her tweet got, the f1 fanbase has got to be the most creative one yet to exist. Tired from scrolling, she shuts her phone down and decides to rest her eyes. However, her peace only lasted for 20 minutes as her phone rang for a Group FaceTime call. She lets out a loud groan but answers it.
âSo Y/N, Tell us who this manâ Lorenzo asks.
âAgain, no hi, no helloâ she responds.
âY/N I swear!â Charles interrupts her.
âOh my god, for fucks sake, itâs Jo-â Arthur starts but is immediately interrupted,
âSTOP, fine, Iâll text it to youâ she says before shooting the groupchat a text.
âOh Y/N, you know that never ends wellâ Charles says.
âSays you? Let me ask all your ex girlfriendsâ she responds in a very snarky way, Charles looked taken aback.
âOk damn girl, calm down no need to get all violentđâ he says visibly rolling his eyes.
âSorry Charlie, i didnât mean that, if Alexandra and Charlotte are there tell them i love them and that theyâre way better than their mans, anyways bye goodnight, have a good tripâ she says.
âYou too ChĂ©rie, hope your photo shoot goes well tomorrow!â Charles says before hanging up, Lorenzo adds to that with âand goodluck with J-â
âOK GOODBYEâ she says hanging up, she lets out a sigh and puts her hand on her face. She gets up and does her skincare routine, and goes to sleep.
The next morning, her flight to Milan was very early so she was at the airport by 6.
She hugs Arthur, âBye tur tur, hope your race testing goes wellâ he hugs back tight, âyou too Y/n/nâ
She hugs her mom tightly, âLove you Mamanâ she squeezes her, Pascale reciprocating the action. âI love you, text me when you landâ her mom says, and the young girl nods. She waved one last goodbye to her mom and her brother before boarding the flight.
She makes a quick post on her Instagram before shutting her phone off for her flight.
y/n.leclerc
y/n.leclerc june with my fav people everđ«¶đ» p.s. Alexandra is the best photographer
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y/nâswhore SHES LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON EVERđ
What the girl didnât expect was to get a text from one of the most popular teams ever.
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mayor que yo | max verstappen x pérez! reader
summary; max doesnât care that checoâs sister is older than him. he just wants her no matter the age difference.
warnings; age gap but only by like 3-4 yearsđ mentions of sex, reader is implied to be mexican ( duhhhh ) a bit of google translated spanish bc im too tired to mentally translate english to spanish
word count; 740
all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts
note; this song is so good too
masterlist !
back to old school masterlist.
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â ËïœĄâàšâĄà§â ËïœĄââ ËïœĄâàšâĄà§â ËïœĄââ ËïœĄâàšâĄà§â ËïœĄâ
Max always cherished the few quiet moments he had in the roaring world of Formula One. He liked having moments of peace in his motorhome between practice sessions and media duties.
This is partially why he was so annoyed when hearing loud and quick Spanish followed by laughter coming from the motorhome of his new teammate.
Max liked Checo. Heâs a cool guy. However, at that moment, he did not like him for bringing whoever it was making all the commotion.
He checked the time and sighed, knowing he had to leave the comfort of his motorhome. He grumbled as he put his phone back in his pocket, and opened the door. He didnât expect to be met with deep brown eyes and a warm smile.
âOh, Max! This is my baby sister,â Checo quickly introduced his sister to his new teammate who looked confused.
Before he could say anything, he was pulled into a tight hug by his teammate's sister. The warm scent of jasmine filled the air as he nervously hugged her back. âIâm Y/n. Itâs so great to finally meet you!â She exclaimed as she pulled back, her accent peeking through from excitement.
Max cleared his throat, ignoring the way his heart began to race. âYeah- Itâs nice to meet you too.â
Ever since that day, Y/n was constantly on Maxâs mind. Whenever she attended races to support her brother, the Dutch driver could never keep her eyes off her.
He knew she was older than him but just by a few years. He was used to dating women either his age or a bit younger, never older. But the Mexican intrigued him with the way her brown-lined lips always curled into a warm smile when greeting him or the way her hips swayed under the bright lights of a club after a successful race for Red Bull.
She had him curled around her finger. Everybody knew it, even she did.
If she was hanging out in the garage and wanted water? Max would rush to go and grab her one even if he was about to get in his car. If it's cold and windy outside? Sheâs immediately wrapped in his jacket. Her feet hurt from walking around in her expensive Jimmy Choos? Heâll carry her around in his arms.
It was no secret Max was fond of the younger Perez even though she was older. The other drivers, especially Lando, often teased him about the Dutch driver finding an older and experienced woman.
âMax found himself an older woman and never wants to be with us anymore!â The McLaren driver teased as he saw Max walking by with a pink smoothie in hand.
âYouâre just jealous I found a girl.â
âI just donât want to! Besides, I could find someone my own age.â
Max rolled his eyes as Charles, Daniel, and even a few other drivers started to make teasing remarks. âAge isnât important anyways.â The Red Bull driver mumbled, mentally cursing at how his ears began to turn red.
He left the group quickly and huffed as he still heard their teasing when mentioning he had to give the strawberry smoothie to Y/n. Frankly, he couldnât care about their teasing.
Y/n was older than him, yes. But he liked her, a lot. She was experienced, she knew her stuff. It was something he quickly learned late at night when he had her in his arms.
She traced the red lipstick marks on his neck with a long acrylic nail. There was a comfortable silence surrounding them as she quietly hummed a song.
âMax?â Her soft voice broke the silence.
Max simply hummed in reply. His eyes were closed as his head rested on the silky pillows.
âDoes me being older not bother you?â
His eyes immediately opened, revealing the blue eyes she fell in love with. He leaned up and rested against the headboard. âWhat do you mean? Iâve told you countless times, that I donât care. Itâs only a few years, it doesnât matter.â
âItâs just,â Y/n huffed. She rested her head against his bare chest as she looked up at him. âPeople talk, yâknow.â
âNo me importa.â [i donât care] The sudden switch to Spanish made her heart warm up. She knew Max had been trying to learn, wanting to connect with her. He leaned down to place a kiss on her plump lips.
âNo me importa que seas mayor que yo.â [i donât care that youâre older than me]
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đđđđđđđ : five times satoru has said your name with different kinds of emotions, and one time he said your name softly.
đđđđđđđ : fluff, friends to lovers, angst, smut, s2 spoilers, sub!satoru, dom!fem!reader, riding, praise, dacryphilia (lots of crying), handjob, two orgasms, creampie, small aftercare
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you gulped at the âwelcome to jujutsu highâ sign standing tall at the entrance of the school you were transferred to just a few days ago. apparently, it was due to your âability to see cursesââmind you, what the hell was a curse anyway?
sure, some strange creatures always kept peeking out from behind the buildings whenever you were on your way to school or back, but you always thought you were just a bit insane. or at least, thatâs what your parents, who couldnât see curses, always told you.
years of therapy that you didnât even need were hopeless to shut down your worries, and you sometimes wonder if you were just as out of your mind as everybody, even your friends think.
âaliens? cut that crap out, [name]!â they would laugh at you.
the information you have spilled to your therapist somehow reached yaga, the principal of the school you were walking through at the very moment, who wasted no time to reach out to you, happy to explain every one of your questions.
well, he wasnât exactly happy to realize yet another bright teenager like you will spend years of torture and the burden of being a sorcerer, building up friendships just to watch them drop dead one by oneâonly to end up like them.
he didnât tell you that because he knew you were already aware of the amount of pain you would go through once you accepted your position as a student at jujutsu high.
but it was worth a try, right?
you were currently following the principal. he told you to just stay quiet and let him introduce you to your new classmates and future mission partners.
the door into the classroom was slammed open by yaga, and his cold and stoic face matched his deep voice that echoed through the room, âgood morningââ
âgood morning, sensei!â a white-haired male yells from his seat, his grin spreading from one ear to another. your jaw dropped when you took a good look at him.
he was drop-dead gorgeous.
the iconic glasses he always used to wear were abandoned on his desk to reveal his vibrant blue eyes that could kill by the way they lit up the whole roomâwhich was lowkey a bit creepy. nevertheless, the shade of the blue was just so hypnotic that you couldnât look away.
the boyâs six eyes immediately get triggered under your stare, and he wastes no time to let his dramatic side out.
âsenseiââ the male begins, taking a big inhale, and your face already cringes when you realize his plan is nothing else but to yell at the top of his lungs, âsheâs staring!â
the classroom falls dead silent, and you watch the other male with a bun slap the back of the white-hairedâs head. the girl next to them sat unbothered, her lips pursing at the awkward silence.
âsatoru . . .â yaga warns him, making the boy flinch and shrink back to his seat with a wobbly but embarrassed smile that shows how much heâs prepared for the whole hour of scolding from the principal later.
the older man sighs, âthis is your new classmate, [name].â
you stand in front of the board in silence as yaga begins to explain some things that are not related to youâinstead, you pay attention to the gazes of the trio you just learned to recognize as your classmates.
a brunette girl on your right, closest to the window. a guy with a bun who was sitting in the middle. and, of course, a white-haired guy closest to the door. maybe that is why your eyes landed on him the second you stepped in.
from what you could tell, the black-haired male held zero judgment towards you by the way he offered you a friendly smile that made his eyes curl into the shape of a crescent moon. he looked kind, and you smiled back.
the girl was questionable at first. she looked up and down at you, and for a second, you were afraid her face would do the twist of disgust, and she would roll her eyes as most of the girls in your school didâbut she didnât. instead, she offered you the same smile the boy on her right did.
the white-haired maleâsatoru, as yaga mentionedâwas a bit different. his reaction was rather interesting. aside from yelling at the top of his lungs that you were staring at him, he did exactly what you expected from the girl on the left.
â[name]?â satoru huffs in annoyance. he stared at you with a pout, his face twisting. but it wasnât a judgmental twist that would make you burst out in tears and run away from the roomâeven when you didnât say a single word, and your voice was still unknown to him.
âi donât like her,â satoru huffs proudly. the attention he was expecting was far away from reality than he would like to admit. angry look from yaga, an annoyed look from his two other classmates, and a sad look from you.
maybe this was a sign for him to never speak again.
âsuguru,â satoru whispered harshly, nudging his elbow into the boyâs side, who was already sending him an âare you seriousâ look, âback me up!â
suguru clicked his tongue, âraise your hand if you care.â
the silence that fell right after suguruâs words was so damn awkward that even you couldnât help but feel bad for the amount of embarrassment satoru must have felt after not a single person in the room raised their hand. his head hung low in shame, the sound of his forehead slamming against the desk only making others roll their eyes.
âi apologize for satoruâs behavior, [name]. please, feel free to take a seat.â yaga says, but immediately finds the issue of why you never sat downâthe only available spot was right next to satoru. yaga clears his throat.
âsuguru? shoko? please,â the principal didnât have to repeat himself twice for the two of them to nod and switch their seats so that you could be as far as possible from satoru and his bratty personality.
the rest of the class period was quiet, but you could feel satoruâs gaze on you almost every five minutesâjust about every time yaga turned his back to all four of you to write something on the board. so as soon as the teacher lifted the piece of chalk to write something, satoru had his head snapped in your direction.
âignore him,â shoko whispered since even though satoru wasnât looking at her, his gaze was so easy to pick up that even yaga, who had turned around for a while, knew what was going on behind his back.
after what felt like forever, the class came to an endâthat couldnât be said the same for satoruâs non-stopping stare that went on and on for the past hour without breaking. but once you found the courage to make eye contact with him, he was a long time gone.
you sigh in defeat and wonder if maybe next time you will be able to talk to satoru normally without him him having the need of digging blades into you with his stare.
âhey,â shoko spoke, âcan i get your number?â
the weekend followed. you questioned why you had to be transferred to the school on friday and why they just couldnât let you stay home for the weekend and then show you the schoolâbut who are you to wander into yagaâs office and complain.
when shoko texted you just some location of a random street without telling you any context or clues, anxiety began to rise within your body. funny how a simple âmeet us thereâ was able to shake you up so much.
no, they wonât kidnap you and beat you until death just because satoru was too picky with his choices of making new friendsâyou had to insure yourself.
âhey, you came!â shoko cheers as soon as you come into her vision, and you tell yourself that it wasnât so bad, you were just overthinking again. a special habit you had for the longest time, âiâm glad you did.â
suguru nods with that same kind smile and adds, âwe were afraid you wouldnât show up.â
you smiled at their words, genuinely grateful you wonât spend all your sorcerer years as a punching bag for some mean kids who were raised without any sort of manners.
there were two other people, both male. the blonde one introduced himself quietly but with a hint of respect while the brunette one just shook your hand, looking like he was about to burst from having too much energy.
âweâll go check the movie seats. wait here, okay?â shoko waved, and you nodded, soon enough finding yourself a nice empty bench while the other four entered the movie theater.
the streets were quiet, and you had to admit that it was quite relaxing. not until you heard heavy footsteps and a very familiar voice rushing right in your direction. you cursed under your breath.
ânooo! they went inside already?!â satoru dramatically collapses right next to you, the plastic bag that he was holding landing right on top of your lap. fortunately, none of the things ended up broken.
after satoru was done with his fake sobbing and whining about how he âchecked the time multiple timesâ and âhow dare they go inside without himâ, he took the bag from your lap to his to open it.
âiâm sorry. about uh,â satoru clears his throat, âyesterday.â
for a second, you froze. apology from satoru gojo himself? oh, you were so flattered you could yell it out from the rooftops. but truth be told, you werenât affected by his yesterday act at all. maybe that has something to do with your âpeopleâs peopleâ personality.
âoh, no, no!â you wave it off. satoru hears your voice for the first time, and heâs shocked about how sweet and gentle it sounds, âitâs okay, reallyââ
âno, iâm serious,â satoru cuts you off before you have the chance to rant about how truly you didnât care and that sometimes, first impressions just donât go as many people would like them to be, and thatâs okay.
âi brought you this as an apology. i hope you like sweets as much as i do!â the sorcerer shoots you the same grin he did yesterday when greeting yaga. âplease accept it. it was the last piece.â
satoru hands you a plastic box of edamame and cream kikufukuâa small tag hung from the side of it, and the price that was supposed to be on it was harshly ripped apart so you were unable to tell how much he spent.
you hummed, âthank you, gojoââ
âsatoru. please, call me satoru.â
âokay, satoru.â you smile, feeling happy with the whole situation. at first, he was an asshole who looked like he wanted to throw you out of the classroom just because you were breathing, and now, he spent god-knowing how much yen just to buy you an apology gift.
âhey, the movie is startingâoh, satoru!â suguruâs smile got wider at the sight of his best friend and you sitting next to each other, satoruâs favorite kikufuku flavor on your lap.
satoru, immediately after hearing suguruâs voice, grinned and jumped up from his seat. you came running right after them, tightly holding the sweet dessert the white-haired boy had bought you close to your chest as if it was the most precious and important thing in the whole world.
the movie was, in your opinion, boring. supposedly, it was a famous summer horror that your classmates, along with haibara and nanami, wanted to see for the longest time.
the plot wasnât even that bad, and it had the potential to be interesting if it wasnât for the poor choice of actors in the movie. the budget was low too, and it showed. so the only thing you really could do was stare at the poor attempts of what was supposed to be a jumpscare.
âoh, man . . .â satoru groaned from beside you and gave in to the impulse thought of spreading his long, aching limbs everywhere they could fitâbecause he was the strongest, who was gonna stop him when his spreading arms would block their vision of the threader screen?
âthis movie is boring!â the sorcerer was now spread all over his seat, your seat, and also you. the boy takes good notice of how you didnât even look at him when his legs landed right on your lap and how you continued to stare at the screen with a blank expression.
satoru decided to push his luck to spread out even more than he already was. but this time, his head took the place of his legsâright on your lap. finally, you did look down at the recognition of something shaped like a head, and you smiled when you saw the white-haired boy grin up and you.
what you didnât expect was when satoruâs thumb rose to flick his own forehead multiple times, mentioning for you to kiss the spot he had touched just now. and you listened. bending down a bit, your hand removed all the bangs his hand wasnât able to scoop, and your lips contacted the skin of his forehead.
âdidnât know you would fall so easily, [name]!â satoru says teasingly, followed by a genuine chuckle. his toothy grin shoved appearance again, and you bit down your lip so as not to burst out laughing and ruin the movie experience for the other people.
a quit flash of a camera, âcut it out, lovebirds,â shoko had to lean over to whisper from her seat so that the guy, who was already glaring at her for taking a picture in the threader, wouldnât bash her out.
âget a room, you two!â suguru chuckled from the other side and watched both of your faces catch an adorable shade of pink that would be hard to get rid of once the same thing might happen later.
because satoru is definitely getting another kiss from you.
âew! look how ugly that is!â riko squeaked out of disgust, pointing at a strange-looking creature that desperately tried to bury itself back in the sand before another wave of ocean water arrived and filled the hole again.
the worm-like creature kept digging even after many failed attempts to disappear from the hungry seagulls who kept circling above the four of you for the past half hour.
âew!â your boyfriend yelled, voice high-pitched when he burst out laughing at the poor animal trying, but failing, to borrow itself away from the flying predators, âdonât worry, princess!â he jumps in from of you, âi will protect you from that gut-wrenching alien!â
âitâs a sea cucumber,â you deadpan, watching suguru and riko chuckle at satoruâs reactionâwhich was giving you a long face before letting his head fall in defeat, close to throwing a tantrum, âhelp it, satoru.â
âyouâre no fun!â the boy huffs but listens to you anyway. his colossal hands dug deep into the sand, and once reaching a good size, satoru stared at you in silence.
âwhat?â you question.
âcome put the thing into the hole.â satoru gulps, wondering if youâre playing about being clueless about what he wants you to do, or if youâre dead serious.
âwhy?â you question again.
âit was your idea!â satoru yells. his voice held nervousness and more cracks than the strongest would like to admit.
âdonât tell me youâre scared.â you tease, earning a chuckle from suguru who leaned over your ear to whisper, âoh, he definitely is.â
satoru gasped, âno way!â
âjust admit it, i wonât laughââ you get cut off, needing to bite your lip in order not to burst out laughing because the strongest is afraid of a little sea cucumber.
âyouâre already laughing!â the white-haired boy protests, pointing at you with one of his long and slim fingers that he didnât dare to wrap around the animal.
you roll your eyes at the sorcerer and decide to put the situation into your own hands. so easily, you pick up the marine creature and put it into the hole that your boyfriend has dug. he, immediately, throws the leftover sand back at the sea cucumber right before another wave could come.
âi donât want to see that alien near me ever again!â satoru made a fake gagging noise, holding you by your shoulder so that you wonât have the audacity to run away and find yet another sea cucumberâand maybe even chase him with it.
the sun began to set soon enough. the seagulls were gone, no longer praying on the poor sea cucumber. riko was wet from being thrown into the ocean water by satoru, and you and suguru spent a lot of time building a perfect sand castle. in secret, suguru would peek around, making sure all four of you were safe, and nobody was here to take the star plasma vessel away.
âwe should go back,â suguru suggested, dusting his hands to get rid of the leftover sand he used to build a sandcastle. you nod at his words, turning around to call out for the two other idiots who are still in the water, âsatoru! riko!â you yell, catching both of their attention.
satoru stuck out his tongue at the young girl before using his long legs to reach out to you and pick you up without effort. âyou look ridiculous!â you squeaked. the leftover sunscreen that didnât sink into his skin was decorating his cheeks and nose, making him look paler than he already was.
âback we go!â satoru yells, rushing past his best friend to be the first one to reach the hotelâwith you still in his arms, looking like a princess the way he was holding you.
by the time satoru sets you down, youâre already in your hotel room. exhausted, you collapse on the bed, âiâm going to take a shower,â you mumbled into the sheets before you picked yourself up and grabbed your towel.
âalright, princess!â satoru grins from behind you, sending you a small wave before you disappear into the bathroom of your hotel. the sorcerer could finally let his grin drop, the same exhausted collapse on the bed following his mind.
but he couldnât. he had to stay up for the sake of riko. even if it meant another sleepless night would have to haunt the already tired sorcerer. he was the strongest, after all. one night without sleeping wonât kill him.
âsatoru?â you call out, confused. the room was empty by the time you stepped out of the showerâno sight of your boyfriend. your footsteps were quiet as you moved down the hall, only to find satoru sitting in the lobby alone.
you kneel in front of him, âyou should sleep.â
âcanât,â satoru hums, âtoo dangerous.â
you sigh at his words. the whole star plasma vessel thing was fucked up and already made your head ache. and the fact you had to watch your boyfriendâs eyebags grow by each day wasnât helping.
âdonât worry about me, [name],â satoru assured you as if reading your mind, voice visibly tired as he spoke.
âiâll still worry about you,â you begin, placing a soft peck on his lips, âbut iâll let it go. just . . . donât exhaust yourself too much, okay?â you blink up at him, and for the last time this long night, he shot you his iconic toothy grin.
you waved at him, ready to turn around and leaveâas you were grateful he was sacrificing his own sleep hours so that you could have yours. not until you heard his sweet voice.
âdonât forget to dream about me!â
the first thing in the morning was your boyfriend clinging to your arm, asking: âdid you dream about me?â with a pout and puppy eyes that begged you to play along and sayâ
âyeah,â you ruffle his hair, âi did, âtoru.â
satoru does a girlish gasp, covering his open mouth with both of his hands like a high-school girlâpartly mocking sweet riko, who was eyeing him from the other side of the public plane.
your boyfriend stuck out his tongue, earning a smack from suguru, âcut it out, satoru.â
satoruâs reaction was a huff and dramatic snap of his head towards your direction. you, too busy looking out of the window, didnât notice his glare. offended by your ânot on purposeâ ignorance, satoru let out an even louder, and more dramatic huff.
âdo you need something, satoru?â you ask, finally tearing your eyes from the amazing view you got from up here.
âyour attention?â satoru grins, and once hearing your heavy sigh, he knew he won. spreading himself all over the place, his head landed on your lap just like it did the first time in the threader. the memory almost brought tearsâ
âhey!â suguru yells, eye-widened, âget your feet off me!â
you lean forward to take a better look, almost bursting out laughing. in order for satoru to place his head on your lap and fit into his seat at the same time, his long legs spread all over his best friendâs lap. poor suguru, of course, didnât appreciate that kind of behavior.
âdeal with it,â satoru mouths, fixing his glasses by using his middle finger to push it further up his noseâflipping off his best friend in his favorite way. suguru stared back at him in disbelief, shaking his head with squinted eyes.
satoru didnât take his legs off suguru for the rest of the flight, and the other male had to just suck it up and let you and your boyfriend have a romantic moment. but suguru would lie if he said he wasnât irritated by satoruâs smug grin when you massaged his scalp.
the strongest didnât have to watch his buddyâs angry stare ever since he drifted off, leaving satoru and you alone for a few hours.
âprincess?â satoru spoke, and even when he likes to bother his best friend any chance he gets, his tone is quiet, not to disturb his sleep. you hum, and he continues, âi love you.â
your eyebrows furrowed, âi love you too . . . is everything okay?â you ask just in case, not expecting him to say something so casual with such a strange expression.
for a second, satoru freezes. your eyes were so soft while you waited patiently for his answer, not rushing him and expecting an answer right away just like everybody else in his life did. he was the strongest, right? what took him so long to answer such a simple question?
âeverythingâs fine,â satoru assured you, but you didnât fail to notice the desperate squeeze he gave your hand. your hand sent a squeeze back, and the boy relaxed back into your lap, nodding, âpromise.â
âtake a nap, okay?â you suggest. the flight will last longer than all of you thought it did, and a little taste of sleep did sound niceâsatoru thought it through and nodded.
satisfied by his choice of answer, you shifted yourself a bit lower to give the sorcerer more room to fully relax. he was grateful that you didnât want him to wake up with an aching neck and burning spine.
and trust me, he did thank you by the time all of you woke up and stepped out of the plane. but now, as you walked up the many stairs of the jujutsu high, your legs ached for just a quick break.
âsoâmanyâstairs!â you huff and take a step up with every pause, earning a shit-eating grin from your boyfriend who was able to walk up multiple stairs at once without even breaking a sweat.
âweâre almost inside the jujutsu highâs barrier,â suguru says out loud, and you wish you could just tell him that the fact he just mentioned didnât help your aching legs or your tired brain that was overthinking all flight after satoru fell asleep.
speaking of satoruâhe kept grinning all the way upstairs, never once leaving your side. as if he wanted to watch you suffer with each step.
âi could always carry you, you know?â satoruâs annoying grin got wider, if thatâs even possible, as he was eager to watch your reaction. you, of course, turned him down.
the second you pass the last stair, you bend over to catch your hands on your knees. the way you gulped and gasped for air made suguru laugh as he praised everyone for making it to the top.
your eyes rolled back in âpleasureâ when the jujutsu high barrierâs cold air made contact with your sweaty skin, and you sighed in relief. the only thing you needed right now was a cold shower.
the comforting feeling left as fast as it came when a warm liquid splashed your cheeks. horrified, your eyes shifted to your left to find the sourceâonly the find your boyfriend with a sword pierced through his torso.
âsatoru!â a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the whole jujutsu high campus called out his name, and suguru wasted no time to rush to you, who were already running to your boyfriend.
suguruâs curse was quick to send the attacker away, but when you reached out to help satoru, his palm stopped you right away. âiâm fine,â he smiled, acting like his uniform was not completely soaked in blood.
you were still in shock, unable to choke out anything âjust âcause your boyfriend was fucking stabbed in front of you and his blood was on your face.â satoru felt bad for the scene he causedâeven suguru and riko were worried.
â[name],â satoru said sternly, one hand cupping your cheek to fully ground you into listening to his words. which were, according to him, very important, âyou and suguru, take riko and flee. iâll finish him off.â
you wanted to slap satoruâscream and yell at him for how insane he must have to be to just tell you to leave him all by himself while you, suguru, and riko ran to safety. but then again, he was the strongest. who were you to argue with someone like him in a situation like this?
so you nodded, took riko by her arm, and together with the other sorcerer that was already waiting for your lead, you ran. there was only one thing you could doâbelieve in him.
âbelieve in the strongest,â you have told yourself, having enough faith in satoru to let him fight someone who was able to trick his infinity and land a perfect stab that made the time itself pause, letting everybody process that fact.
satoru would laugh, âa perfect stab? he wasnât even able to hit my fetal organs!â you could already imagine the cocky grin he would shoot you just to make you feel less worried.
but now, the strongest has been announced dead.
the moment those words reached your brain, you were already thrown to the ground with a gun pointing at your motionless body. you could pick yourself up and continue the fightâbut what was life without satoru, the only thing that made your life as a sorcerer not so miserable?
your face was still covered in satoruâs blood, which was now dried up. even while finding the motivation to raise your hand and clean your skin, the blood was simply too hard and stuck to your face.
your cheek lay against the cold concrete as you didn't have the energy to get up from the position the man had thrown you into. now, you were basically forced to watch suguruâs curses destroy the temple in the hope of killing whoever started this.
but is this what you really wanted? was this something that satoru would wish you to do? lay down and hear suguruâs screams whenever he got slashed across the chest, or even slammed into the hard walls of the buildings?
maybe you did consider yourself useless, but against the man who killed satoru gojo himself, everybody wasâeven suguru. but the difference is that he didnât give up. hearing his best friend die stung, and so did the death of riko when he watched a bullet fly straight into her brain and watch her drop dead right in front of him. but suguru dusted himself off and kept fighting.
but by the time you somehow managed your shaky arms to support your weight to sit up, the man was goneâand so was rikoâs body. you were useless to protect the girl and fight against the enemy.
the least you could do was limp all the way to suguru and help him reach shoko in time. you already lost one fucking important person in your life and you were sure as hell not gonna lose another one. so you ignored the burning feeling in your legs and dragged the male to shoko.
during suguruâs treatment, you stayed quiet. the cold wall that pressed against your back triggered every one of your nervesâif that was even possible, considering the fact that your whole body had been shut down the moment you received the news about satoruâbut you were too weak to even pull away.
â[name],â yagaâs voice shook you out of your thoughts, disoriented eyes weakly lifting to meet his, âsatoruâs alive.â
star religious group facilitiesâyou never ran so fast in your life like you did right now. from one place to another, you cursed yourself for the members who have built some many of these places, as if one wasnât enough.
âslow down!â suguru yelled. you didnât listen, jumping off one of his curses to reach another building where you were supposed to meet satoru. so far, it was no good, and both of you were unable to spot the familiar white hair you grew to love.
the door was harshly torn open, and you were ready to let out a disappointing whine at the lack of people in the room. the thought was far from reality.
a bright room filled with hundreds of people, all dressed in white. the clapping sound of their palms directly hitting against each other made your ears ring. even suguru, who was peeking out from behind you, began to worry at your reaction.
the room went quiet when your eyes landed on the tall man walking right towards you. people didnât stop clapping, and suguruâs mouth moved but no words came out.
there he wasâthe strongest, alive.
âyouâre late, suguru, [name] . . .â satoruâs tone had caught you off guard. he sounded so emotionless, and his stare was blank, not a single ounce of his personality showing. the light in his eyes died too, making you choke up a sob you didnât dare to release.
there was no need to cry. satoru was right in front of you, alive. his heart was beating, and every fetal wound he had back then was gone.
âshould we kill these guys? the way i feel right now, i doubt iâd feel anything about it,â satoru asks. you froze, blinking.
the strongest was far away from being fine. later that day, all three of you returned home with a new kind of trauma that would haunt you for the rest of your life. but that was the life of a sorcerer. helping the weak and taking all the burden on yourself so that others donât have to.
satoru was a bit shook up, only capable of creating a small form of sentencesâa good start. but in the morning, heâll be the same sunshine as he always is. that was all you could think about as you dragged your soap-covered hands up and down satoruâs back, watching all the blood fall by your feet and drench somewhere into the sewers.
shoko had already cleaned you up, but when satoru was already fast asleep in the comfort of his bed, you stayed up all night to dig your fingers into your skin in the hope of getting rid of the feeling of satoruâs blood on your face.
something like this will never happen againâyou swear.
âgreat. now you need to addââ whatever came out of the womanâs mouth next was just blurred-out wordsâgood for nothing sentences as you stared at the burnt pancakes with horror in your eyes.
months passed since the star plasma vessel accident, and you have grown more comfortable. satoru has been doing better too, not affected by the past events anymore.
now, you stood in the middle of the jujutsu high dormâs kitchen. the food you have been currently working on has been burned into near ashes, making you question your cooking skills.
soon enough, you grew tired of the smell and decided to clean up so the other students wouldnât have to work in a mess you created by your poor attempt at the evening snack.
you left the window open just in case your nose got too used to the smell, and the others would have different experiences with the terrible smellâavoiding scolding from yaga, who would never allow you to cook again. even if it meant for you to starve.
but when you returned to your dorm room, your moment of peace and quiet didnât last as long as you wanted it to be. a small and almost shy knock came from the direction of the wooden door. too curious to ignore the person and throw yourself on the soft cushions of your bed, you rushed to answer whoever was waiting outside.
you were shocked to make eye contact with satoru, whose teary eyes and irregular breathing hinted to you he was on the verge of a panic attackâyour thoughts were confirmed when a heart-breaking sob left escaped his mouth.
âh-he left . . .â satoru whispered, lips trembling. before you were given the chance to ask something, you watched him gasp for air with a pained expression, âhe fucking left me!â
you stood frozenâwho left? you donât recall any news from yaga that was more recent than a few weeks ago. through the months of being a sorcerer, you never experienced the loss of someone who would decide to leave the school.
perhaps you misunderstood, and satoru was hinting at some random friend of his that he had never mentioned before. maybe they passed away, leaving your boyfriend shaking and in tears as he knocked on your door. but even then, whose absence could affect him this much?
âsuguru!â satoru sobs as if he had taken your confused face as a hint for him to explain. unfortunately, his brain was mush at the moment, and the only thing he wanted to think about was getting rid of all the sadnessâwith your help.
âsuguru? what do youâsatoru, donât . . .â you slurred out when you felt his hand weakly tug at your pants, and you immediately knew what his intentions were. you couldnât allow him to trust you with removing his sadness, not when it involved a still unknown situation with suguru.
âp-please! please, please, please!â satoru sobs, even louder than his first try was. obviously, he wanted you to pity him and give in to drown him in the pleasure he needed so badly.
you shook your head, sternly stating: âsatoru, no.â but his loud cries never died downâin fact, they only increased at your rejection. he just wanted for you to let him escape reality, so why did you keep saying no?
satoru fully broke down, hugging your waist from his kneeling position as if his life depended on it. ân-need you, please. just this once . . .â the puppy eyes he had given you was something he used only to really convince you to do something. but even then, he never used it in a serious situation like this.
ânot right now, satoru,â you slowly lift him up, forcing small steps out of him before he collapses on your bed, âyouâre in pain right now, you donât realize what youâre saying. by the time you sober up, youâll regret what youâve asked for . . .â
the strongest shook his head and kept clinging to you like a baby koala, too afraid to face the reality of the world. what you were saying was true, and satoruâs actions werenât as healthy as they soundedâbut why did it hurt this much?
âb-butââ satoru gasps at the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he tries to confront you about whatever is happening right now but fails to do so, sobbing with frustration, âjust this once . . . all iâm asking forâplease!â
you werenât sure for how long you could keep up with your rejecting actâyou wanted to take away all of his problems and satisfy all his fantasies that currently fogged up his mind, so when he blinked up to you with those pretty long white lashes, you gave in with a sigh. âjust this once, âtoru.â
you gently laid him down, using pillows and blankets to make a spot comfortable enough to let him fully sink into the moment. satoru, carefully picking, chose a safeword in case the moment wasnât as dreamy as he expected it to be.
everything was fine. satoru gave you his consent multiple times to the point he thought you were planning to edge him the whole nightâtears appeared in his eyes again.
the first kiss of the night was gentle, mostly just helping to distract satoru when your hand traveled all the way down in order to wrap around his graciously pretty cock. you coo at his whimpers, âi know, i know.â
satoru moaned the second you gave him a few testing pumps, looking out for any sight of discomfort or pain.
âmore,â the white-haired boy whispers when he decides the stimulation of a few âtestingâ pumps isnât enough, and he wants the full experience that you were willing to give him. so carefully, your wrist moved faster.
everything was spinning. getting so much movement on his poor virgin cock from something else that wasnât his own hand when he jerked off was a different feelingâa new kind of feeling that satoru began to like more and more.
when you increased the speed to keep the pleasure going, your thumb accidentally brushed over his tip. you mentally slapped yourself, noting to be careful next time. but satoru didnât seem to mind. not when his back arched off the bed with a loud mewl escaping his lips.
âoh, you liked that?â you cooed at him and repeated the same process of rolling your finger over his tip. satoruâs reaction was the same, just slightly more intense with the way his cock shamelessly released an impressive amount of pre-cum.
satoru kept liking all the interactions you had with his cock so far, so the level of enjoyment didnât decrease once your hand moved faster with the help of the sparse liquid.
the rest of his shaft became wet and slippery, basically letting you just guide your fingers to the tip before letting them fall down to the base. somehow, the movements seemed to trigger something inside the sorcerer when a fucked-out giggle left his throat.
âs-so goodâitâs so good!â satoru hiccups between his words, mainly babbling to himself. and truth be told, he didnât really care if you thought his behavior was weird. fortunately for him, you werenât one to judge, not in a moment like this, and you kept going.
your hand shifted in different ways, looking out for places that were more sensitive than others in a way satoru could not describe. the male took an immense liking to the area near his tip, or even the tip itselfâyou noted and kept stimulating the same spot that made his eyes roll.
âc-close!â satoruâs tone was almost shy as he spoke. the familiar burning feeling inside his stomach rose at a rapid speed. he began to squirm underneath you of the sudden pleasure that harshly flexed his tummy, âg-gonna cum!â
âmhm,â you were quick to coo at him with small kisses all over his face. but your innocent touches failed to distract satoruâs attention from your brutal strokes of his cock that were successful to send him over the edge.
âc-cumming!â satoruâs voice was high-pitched before his orgasm washed over his body for the first time of the night. when his release landed all over his tummy, you hummed a praising sound that left the sorcerer trembling. but it was not enough. satoru wanted more.
you checked up on him, making sure he was alright after such an intense orgasm that looked almost painful in a way you couldnât describe. oh, if only you knew how much pleasure he was inâyou would have kept going without a question or pause.
âare you okay, sweet boy?â your gentle voice made satoru feel like he was floating somewhere in heaven. somewhere far away from all the pain and the burden of the world he had to carry as the strongest. especially after failing to protect so many people in his life.
satoru choked on his own sob, and his face was quick to twist from extraordinary pain at the memory from earlier. you still didnât know what was happening because if you did, suguru would have ended up with a few broken bones for hurting his best friend in such a cruel way.
but you didnât know, not yet. so you held satoru close to your chest in an attempt to soothe his cries. youâve already told yourself the session was over when the male shook in your arms from the mix of his orgasm and whatever happened between his and suguru.
but to your surprise, satoru didnât take this as the end. no, he cravedââo-one more . . . please!â he whimpered against your chest with teary eyes tightly shut. he didnât want you to see him like this. not when he was so vulnerable.
something about the way satoru kept clinging to you as if you were to disappear made your eyes soften. the sorcerer was so close to escaping the misery that you couldnât just decline now. with a sigh, you nodded.
satoru expected another handjobâthatâs why he kept his eyes shut and let you shift positions so that you could get the work done easier. but when he felt something warm lowering itself on his cock, he gasped.
âshhh,â you whisper, cradling his head back to the original position on your chest before satoru could do it himself. if he knew that knocking at your door with tears in his eyes would lead to you riding him, he would have much sooner.
the moment you were adjusted to his size, your hips began to rock themselves against his. you moved slowly, carefully dragging whimper after whimper from the boy underneath you, who was currently staring at you with blown-out eyes.
you were a goddess to satoruâyou had to be. the way you gently caressed his hair, the way you prepped small kisses on his face, the way you moved slowly so that satoru could preserve every roll of your hips.
right now, he wasnât the âgodâ who shifted the balance of the world due to his birth. in this situation, you were.
satoru broke down crying, but what he admired the most about you was that you didnât stop. long ago, he told you to keep going, that heâs okay because he wants this. and you listened to him, not daring to pause your movements.
the boy whispered something, but it was faint. you werenât able to pick up a single word he tried to say, feeling bad for not being able to respond to himâsolid proof that youâre listening. but satoru was too deep into this, and thanks to his constant babbling, you were able to hear his thoughts.
âd-donât leave . . .â satoru whispered, a bit louder than last time. it was still uncharacteristically quiet for somebody like him, but you were lucky for this position to give you better access in order to hear him.
satoru sobbed this time, fingers digging into every inch of your skin that he could reach. at this point, he was basically dragging you down with him, and you werenât even allowed to rise yourself anymore to properly ride him.
the strongest, for the first time in his life, was terrified. he was too shaken from the events earlier, and the thought of you following the same path as suguru made him shake in terror. he couldnât let you leave, not now.
âp-please donât leave!â satoru wailed, ân-not you! anyone but you! i-i canâtââ his sobs continued on, and on for quite a while, and your hands ended up cupping his tear-stained red cheeks.
âiâm not leaving. you know i wonât . . .â you whisper. one of satoruâs hands flew to yours, weakly interlocking his pinky with yours.
satoru sniffed, âpromise?â he could only choke out much, his throat raw from the previous breakdownânot like he cared either way, he was just too tired to try to get his voice to work normally. you nodded, âpromise.â
thatâs all it took to make satoruâs grip on your skin loose. he no longer held onto your shoulder with a death grip like you were to get up and leave, no. he allowed you to move after you made your promise of not leaving him.
satoru had to choke up another sob when your hand moved to catch his, bringing it up to your lips. you took your time with the kisses, making sure to leave no place untouched.
his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the sheets, or maybe even your skin earlier. you werenât sure which one was it, since both of them were pretty brutal and made the skin over his bones look paler than usual.
when your lips moved to his palm, you noticed a fresh open cut. the wound held a shape of thin lines that looked almost way too familiar to his fingernails. you took a mental note to ask about it laterâonce heâs mentally ready.
you placed the last kiss on the nail on his middle finger that held an unhealthy color due to being squeezed for too long. whatever happened with him and suguru, if satoru thought about using that technique, it must have been serious.
satoru was too deep in his thoughts by the time your hips started to move again. the feeling of your slow movements made his eyes roll back to the back of his skull. he thought you being rough with him would be the best option for his brain to shut downâbut once tasting the gentleness from your slow pace, satoru chose a winner.
âyouâre doing so good, pretty boy. keep breathing through your nose,â you praise him, knowing it will catch his full attention before taking the opportunity to remind him to breathe properly, not wanting his sobbing mess to catch another near panic attack.
satoru blinks up at you through those long, white eyelashes that are soaked and stuck together with his tears. his blue eyes look majesticâthey always do, but now, they are just so pretty and glossy from the salty liquid on his waterline.
every time your hips rose before slamming down, the tears threatened to escape. whatever it was rolling down his red cheeks or falling on his thighs, satoru struggled to keep them stay in place.
âi-i tried to stop himââ you carefully listened to his words as he did his best to speak through his heavy breathing of his incoming orgasm, âi really did! b-but heâoh god!â his words were cut where you sped up the pace.
âyou did well,â you whisper, being gentle as ever when placing a soft kiss near his ear. âi donât really know what happened between the two of you,â you admit, ignoring satoruâs high-pitched noises as he began to claw at your skin when his tummy begins to flex again.
âbut i know you did a fucking good job,â you finish, and he does too. satoru screams into your shoulder that had been marked with his well-kept nails, sobbing along his release. you kept stroking his hair, feeling his cum fill you up.
the milky ring appears soon enough, and your hips finally come to a stop. satoru didnât complain this time, letting you coo at him and whisper sweet nothingâs into his ear. telling him what a âgood boyâ he was, and how he âtook it so wellâ
he didnât feel so miserable now. the memory of suguruâs back turned to him as he walked out of his life will never leave his mind. it will never not haunt him everywhere he goesâthe burning feeling inside his chest will forever stay.
but somehow, he couldnât think about it when your gentle touches were pulling him to cloud nine. the way your hand caressed his thighs while the other one dragged the wet towel to clean up the mess you two made while his head was gently placed upon your pillow gave him butterflies.
the lipgloss he always wore was dried out now, making the skin feel weird and wobbly. but satoru found the strength to tear his lips apart and say what he wanted you to know.
â[name] . . .â satoru whispered softly, âthank you.â
#niluffa#gojo#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#sub gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#sub satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#sub jjk x reader#sub gojo#sub gojo satoru#dom reader#sub satoru#sub gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#RAHHH IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS :((#5+1 things#5 + 1 fic#5+1 times
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sick of the sun || katrina gorry x clara markstedt x teen!reader ||
you pass out at practice.
the weather would have been perfect if you weren't playing football. summer breaks were usually never so nice for you. the sun had been shining brightly all day with the temperature steadily rising throughout. you were careful to stay hydrated, but it didn't feel like it was nearly enough. your head had been absolutely pounding for the better part of an hour, and you weren't even halfway through training.
"alright ladies, take a couple of laps, and then we'll head in for film," the coach announced. you let out a big sigh in relief as you stood up. katrina and clara were both behind you in the cluster of teammates. you hated running with the group, so you didn't mind starting a bit faster or earlier to keep ahead. it was better to be early to the film sessions and get a good seat anyway.
you did well to keep ahead for the first lap easily. it was as you neared the midway point for your last one that trouble arose. at first, it was a little stumble. katrina didn't even notice it initially. with clara's head clear above everybody else's she could see the way you started to stumble before you fell down.
clara would have loved to claim getting to you first, but she had just barely been beaten to you by harper. since you had moved in with clara and katrina for the season, you had become like a big sister to the smallest aussie. you loved living with them, it was your favorite part of being at west ham. they treated you like you were one of their own, never letting you forget that you'd always be taken care of.
"harper, baby, i need you to move away from (y/n) for a moment," katrina said as she tried to separate the two of you. instead of letting her come closer, harper started crying as she hugged you tighter. "harper, we need to get her inside. come on, i'll hold your hand and we can stay with her in the trainer's if you'd like."
"not leaving her," harper mumbled sadly through her tears. katrina looked at a loss for what to do. each time that she tried to move the young girl away from you, harper broke into a fit of tears. clara tried her best to comfort katrina, but the swede was terrified for you.
"she's moving." clara nudged katrina, who looked down at you just as your eyes began to open. without warning, clara lunged forward and pulled you into a tight hug. you had no clue what was going on, but you weren't going to push clara away. it was obvious to you that she needed this, and you were more than happy to let her have it. she had comforted you countless times since you had begun staying with them.
"guys, come on, she needs to get to the trainer's," katrina said. you could tell that she didn't want to have to tell them to get off of you, but it was necessary. clara sighed and pulled harper off of you as she got up. katrina helped you onto your feet, and you were comfortably sandwiched between the two older women as they walked you to the trainer's.
there wasn't really anything their tests could pinpoint wrong with you. it was pretty obvious as soon as you got in there that you had been overheated and exhausted. the trainers got you sitting on one of the uncomfortable little check-in benches with an iv of electrolytes and a couple bottles of water. you had to finish all of it before they'd let you head over to the cafeteria for lunch.
"is (y/n) having a baby?" harper asked as she settled comfortably onto your lap. you tried to offer her a drink of one of your waters, but katrina and clara both silently scolded you for it.
"what? no!" you hadn't meant to immediately panic and get a bit flustered, but you felt like that question had come out of nowhere.
"(y/n) isn't having a baby. why do you think she is harps?" katrina asked. she was trying so hard not to laugh as she looked between your panicked expression and clara's very expressive rollercoaster of emotions.
"she's got a tube like clara had at the hospital," harper said as she reached for your iv line. everybody relaxed a bit, but clara honestly looked a bit shaken up even as the four of you made your way to get something to eat.
unsurprisingly, they kept a close eye on you for the rest of day. you were excused from the gym session and sent to look over different strategies. it was boring, and by the end of the two hour gym session, you swore that all of the words were melting together and forming new words. still, you persisted until clara came and got you to get ready to go back home.
"alright ladies, it is nap time!" katrina said dramatically with a clap of her hands. harper started to groan and drag her feet until she saw you very comfortably lay down on the sectional with clara. "are we all aware that we have beds to sleep in?"
"couch naps are, um, chef," clara said proudly. you bit your lip to hold in your laughter, having tried to teach clara some of the slang that you'd been learning on the internet.
"chief, clar, it's chief," you corrected. clara brushed it off, but you could see the pink hue to her cheeks anyway. "just standing over there by yourself and join us. you can lay on the other side of harper."
"alright, fine, but just so i can keep an eye on you." despite katrina's words, you knew that she really did want to join all of you. the couch was decently sized, but it was still a bit cramped. however, you liked to see it as an opportunity for everybody to get in close and cuddle. besides, it wasn't nearly as cramped as it would be if kyra, charli, and macca were there with you. that was like playing human tetris, but you still loved it.
#answered#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso imagine#teen!reader#katrina gorry x clara markstedt x reader#katrina gorry x reader#clara markstedt x reader
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hi i happened to stumble across your page and i read your previous denji fics and loved them! may i request a fem!reader x denji where the reader is a transfer student and denji decided to show her around? it'd be cool if she was an exchange student so her japanese wasn't the best, too.
oh, and in the end or something, it'd be sweet if she called him her friend denji just like melted because he doesn't have great luck with girls.
i had this in my drafts to get posted eventually i cannot fucking believe i forgot about it nonny i am SOSOSOO sorry!!! jeez...
589 words - hinted fem reader but you're not described, if reader's dialogue sounds awkward its intentional
denji comes off as a âeverybody leaves meâ guy for a sec but as we all know. everybody do be leaving him and its actually not his fault lol ~~~
âYou have a nice head.â
âHuh?â
âHeadâŠâ you frown under Denjiâs quizzing stare, then curling a finger through your hair, âI like it.â
âOh, hair,â he repeats.
âHair.â
âYeah.â
Your frown deepens, âSorryâŠâ
Denji shrugs, hands in his pockets, âDonât worry about it. Youâre not from here, right?â you nod, almost shyly, âThen, donât worry about it.â
When you donât seem visibly relieved or even a little soothed, he continues,
âReally, it isnât a big deal,â Denjiâs been worse off, âI only know one language, youâre learning two.â
âI just worry other people judge me,â you sigh, kicking a rock from under your shoe, âWhat if they think Iâm stupid?â
âThey think everyoneâs stupid. If anything, being a foreigner will get you admirers,â he shrugs, then nodding towards the door leading back into school from the roof, âCome on. Thereâs nothing else up here.â
A curious hum leaves you, âWhy bring me to the roof first then?â you clasp a hand over your mouth, âSorry, if that sounds rude.â
âOur class is on the second floor, so if I take my time working down from the roof, we can miss most of the morning classes,â he grins, sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight.
âIs that okay?â
âIf they wanted a snappy tour, they shouldnât have picked me,â he holds the door open for you, âWhat? You excited to hear boring shit on your first day?â
âNot reallyâŠâ
âSo⊠letâs just take our time,â he waggles a thin wood slab in front of your face, âHall pass.â
âHall pass,â you nod in confirmation, hugging your bag tight to your chest as a comfort device despite trying to appear casual, âOkay! Letâs take our time!â
You really donât want to seem un-cool in front of this guy⊠His lax energy and low eyes, unkempt hair and spiky teeth; everything about him screams intimidation, yet heâs been nothing but kind to you.
âThereâs nothing you really need on this floor, but Iâll walk you through it anyway,â he folds his arms, âGood to be thorough, huh?â
His tone gives way to utmost sarcasm, it makes you laugh softly.
âYeah,â you press your lips before finally spitting out, âCan I sit with you later for lunch?â
âSure.â
âReally?!â
âWhy not?â he turns to look at you, âYou seem nice. You havenât tried killing me, and youâre super pretty.â
Again, you have the urge to shout so you do, âReally?!â
He nods, cheeks flaring pink, âYouâre so pretty, Iâm surprised you havenât tried killing me yet.â
âWhy would I want to kill you?â
Oh, Denji could fall to the floor right now, your voice is so soft and sugary and the crease in your brow is downright pathetic with how concerned it is -- youâre wide-eyed and pouting. Youâre so sweet.
âGirls donât usually like me when Iâm alive.â
âThatâs terribleâŠâ
âI know.â
âI like you when youâre alive!â
Your earnest exclamation makes his face heat up, palms clammy. He swallows around the sudden uncertainty clogging his throat, âSeriously?â
âSeriously!â you beam, squeezing your bag harder, âYouâre a good friend! At least, so far⊠Iâm hoping we can be friends, is that okay?â
Denji sniffles, eyes stinging with waterworks, he clenches his eyes -- praying to avoid tearing up in front of you, and nods curtly, âIâd like that.â
âYay!â now youâre full blown cuddling your bag against your chest, now from joy instead of nerves, âIâd like that, too!â
Denji thinks youâre the prettiest heâs ever seen when youâre happy like that.
#denji x reader#csm x y/n#csm x reader#denji hayakawa x reader#denji x you#nonny.reqs.đ„#IM HORRIFIED I FORGOT ABOUT THIS OH MY FUCKING GOD
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Just a though rmb that time u made hae-in and Jinwoo fight for y/n? I just rmbered it randomly and I propose:
Hs Jinwoo and Hae-in both regressing and they're pining for Y/N who used to be a mage/healer/support for them.
Ur local hottest boy in school + The it girl and Track Running champion of another school fighting for y/n's hand
this has been living rent free in my head to the point ive unconsciously drawn it LMAO so art down below if u scrolllll
okay but this concept with an extremely mundane [name]?? hello especially someone who's just trying to get past school with average grades and average effort then maybe with a few volunteering here and there where it's coincidentally being the assistant for the coah in the track and field team.
[name] being known for helping a few people and having an affinity when it comes to patching up people and helping them so volunteer work is just light work for them so they didn't mind as much when the things they do during their time in the track and field team is tossing water to the runners and sometimes fixing them up if they trip or break an ankle. being part of the red cross club last year really helps in these situations.
then [name] meets jinwoo who's the new member in the team and someone who just suddenly transferred to the school, saying it was about his father getting a promotion and they needed to move places.
[name] believes this because everyone has their own situations but it was in fact jinwoo finally finding out what school [name] was in after a few years of trying to search for them then he transferred school, not caring if it's the middle of the school year. of course [name] doesn't know this.
then those two gets closer and jinwoo tries to charm [name] with silly jokes and impressive stamina and speed whenever he's on the field, leaving [name] awe struck. it was obvious to everybody else that the new extremely handsome hotshot of the track and field team had a little thing for the stupidly mundane volunteer who only took the job because they needed something for their community service hours.
just as about this man was gonna ask [name] out the coach of the track and field team announces that now on during after class practices another student from a different school will be attending their training program and blow and behold it's fucking cha hae-in much to jinwoo's dismasy.
hae-in isn't much experienced with this whole regression thing so she's less prepared compared to jinwoo but her persistence and determination just to see her sweet little [name] again what helped her pulled through and landed her here.
hae-in took the program through some connections and begging to her coach to let her train under a different school, claiming it will help her grow and the coach believed her because how can you deny your favourite athlete that's stupidily amazing in the sport? anyway hae-in successfully got into [name]'s school without moving in even if it's not the whole day, seeing [name] was more than enough for her.
that is until she saw her number one rival at the corner, hae-in compares him to a cockroach with how he can't leave her sigh and his sense of fashion that's constantly dark themed. she's low-key pissed that he's here, like just leave her alone and her cutie [name] that's not for him.
[name] spends more time with the two, now hae-in is in the picture. they would help hae-in whenever she would get a sprain and give her tips on what to do to alleviate the pain and get better asap before the regionals or take her out to hang out because it was easier being the same gender. jinwoo is fuminggg at this because it took him like months to do that and for hae-in it took like a measly few weeks?? that's so unfair
suddenly the two get into little competitions with eachother trying to impress [name] and of course they noticed but they don't believe that the two most sought after players in the school or even the region would have a thing for them, they're just good friends.
that drives them insane but it's okay one of them will make you realize it's more than that!! it's just a matter of time and effort you'll be in their arms.
btw imagine after school going out with the two and you guys eat at some street vendor spot then they argue who could pay. they get so distracted with arguing you just pay for yourself as you watch with the street vendor the two fighting.
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Stalker Lando.
(Warnings: manipulation, stalking, noncon, nonconsensual drug use, female reader)
Everyone had warned you about moving to Monaco. A young woman moving across the world to live alone? No one back home had thought it was a good idea.
But youâd done it anyways, packing up and moving to the first one bedroom apartment you could find.
Now nearly 3 months later, youâve never wished you listened to everybody more. The first month had been perfect, taking any chance while you werenât working to explore the city. Spending most your free time down by the marina, spending most of the time sunbathing and watching the yachts pass by.
Then the second month had begun and the gifts started showing up. A rose on your doorstep, a note shoved into your apartments mailbox, youâd assumed it was someone from work when youâd walked into your office one day to find a new book sat gift wrapped on your desk.
Then one day youâd come home, dragging your feet after being kept late to finish before the deadline, youâd stumbled in, near asleep on your feet to catch sight of a bag of take out sat on your kitchen table. Your secret admirer had sent food before, but itâd always been left outside the door.
You creep closer to the table, reaching a slow shaking hand out to tug open the bag, your favorite thai food sitting inside, container still hot to the touch. Nothing else in your apartment looked out of place. You tried to shake off your nerves, calling the main office to ask whoâd been buzzed up to your apartment earlier, he only responded it was a delivery driver and assured you no one from the apartment had been the one to open your apartment for then.
You toss the food and with a quick after thought the food in the fridge gets tossed too, suddenly scared of how anything could have been tampered with. You sigh, slipping on your shoes, going to head back out the door but the handle doesnt budge under your hand.
You fumble for the lock, making sure it was unlocked as you try yanking on the door again, though its still refusing to budge. Stretching to your tiptoes you look through the peephole, only to find it covered. Unmoving darkness in the place of where the fish eye view of your hallway should be.
Theres someone in front of your apartment door, holding it closed orâŠwith a shock to your body as you quickly fumble to relock your door, getting ready to push their way in.
You stumble back from the door quietly, pressing a hand to cover your mouth as a sob threatens to bubble over, you watch as nothing happens for a moment, before after a minute or two the handle quietly jingles under the pressure of someone trying to press down on it.
The handle moves back up and its silent again for a minute, before you see the lock begin turning from the other side of the door.
Thats enough to kick you in gear, running towards the bedroom, the door shut and locked behind you, you spin into the bathroom to lock that door, closing it firmly behind you as you go back to the bedroom, hoping it will distract whoever it is whose breaking in, while you choose to tuck into the closet to hide instead.
Whoever enters is quiet as they do, the only thing giving them away is the soft padding of their footsteps against the hardwood floors.
You hold your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your breathing, despite the sob that tries to break out when you hear the bedroom door handle jingle softly, though its swiftly unlocked as well. They bee line for the bathroom door, which quickly follows the other doors.
Then it goes quiet again. No footsteps on the floor, no shifting of furniture or clothing. Just your soft breathing and then the swift yanking open of your closet doors.
Hands grab at you and arms wrap around your chest before you can react, yanking you out of the closet and tugging you against a broad chest. Theres a prick in the side of your neck and you begin struggling against the strong arms still wrapped around you.
âGood baby, keep strugglingâ a male voice whispers in her ear, âItâll kick in quicker if you get your blood pumpingâ he coos, despite not being able to see his face from where your face is shoved into his shoulder, you can still hear the smirk on his face.
You halt at that, feeling tears well in your eyes as you begin to sob. He rocks you back and forth, shushing you lightly when you begin to try to struggle away from him again. He sighs, scooping you up to toss you onto the bed, watching as you try to scramble backwards.
Clearly whatever heâd injected you with beginning to kick in as you feel your arms collapse below you.
Heâs not particularly tall but still an intimidating presence, heâs wearing a mask over his mouth, a pair of dark shades covering his eyes and a baseball cap tugged over his hair.
âShh shhâ he whispers, climbing onto the bed afterwards, you can just barely register that theres an accent to his words, though nothing you can place.
You let out a whine as he gets closer, trying to turn over and crawl away but your limbs feel like jelly, still you manage to crawl off the edge, his arms snagging around you before you get all the way off.
He sits in the middle of your bed, pulling you into the space on his lap, using his hands to move your arms, lifting them up and back down, getting your blood pumping you realize with another choked sob.
It already feels like whatever he gave you has reduced you to nothing, not knowing how it could get worse than this.
âHold your arms up for me, babyâ he says in your ear, lifting your arms up and removing his grip on them, you try to tense the muscles to hold them up but they drop back down limp to your sides.
âGood! Good job baby!â He calls out even as another sob wrecks through your chest.
âNo no, no tears, baby. Its all okay! Thought I could trust you to take care of yourself, ân then you go ahead and throw away all your food? Stupid.â He giggles, grabbing at your limp arms and waving them around again, at some point he mustve tugged his mask down because he nuzzles his mouth down against your throat.
âMy stupid little baby, huh?â
He gently presses you out of his lap, laying you down on the pillows, pressing one last kiss against your temple before tugging his mask back up. âBe right back baby.â
You lay there on the bed, hazily looking up at the ceiling, trying intermittently to try and lift your limbs, trying to get them to work properly again but to no avail.
You can hear him puttering around your apartment, soft humming as he sings. You dont know how much time passes but it feels like you only blink before heâs gently shaking you awake.
He pulls you back into his lap, sighing happily as he wrap his arms around you to keep you steady and propped up.
âMissed you so muchâ he whispers, âYouâre so greedy. I finally get to spend time with you in person and you have to go and throw away your food? Make me take time away from you to go make something new? Greedy. Stupid. Baby.â
You try to shake your head, a mumbled whine at his words. Brain too muddled to comprehend the situation beyond that hes insulting you.
âNo? Youre going to be good now?â
You nod, although its barely more than knocking your head back against his shoulder.
âGood!â He draws out the word a bit, but removes one of the arms around your chest to reach for a bowl on your nightstand. Balancing the bowl in your lap, he uses his newly freed hand to bring a spoon full of soup up to your lips. You keep them pressed tightly closed and he sighs against your ear, âyou promised to be good? Rememberâ
You whine at the words but open your mouth, letting him spoon feed you and chewing each time he has to remind you to.
By the time the bowl is finished off youâre nodding off against his chest. The bowl moved back to the nightstand as he trades it for the tv remote.
Gilmore Girls is loaded on, Logan is there which means its your favorite season, you dont want to think about why the man knows that.
Speaking of, hes tugged his mask off behind you, pressing his lips to every stretch of skin he can reach.
You cant help but shudder at each press against your skin, not being able to see but being able to feel as they get more persistent, feel each drag of his lips, the drag of his tongue.
The barest scrape of his teeth as a warning before he bites down on the junction of your neck and jaw.
You let out a startled gasp at the sudden pain, before he starts laving his tongue over it, sucking harshly against it until youre sure theres a bruise developing.
That seems to unlock something inside him, attacking along your neck with a ferocity then, your head drooped back lazily against his chest as he maneuvers you this way and that to continue his worship.
Its another long blink before you open your eyes again, his hands have wormed their way under your shirt, one holding its place against your lower stomach while the other trails fingers up and down your side.
âBaby, baby?â He whispers against the side of your head, his own voice heavy as he voices the question. âYou back yet, baby?â
You let out a hum at the words, lifting one of your own arms to rest your hand over his, trying to lace your fingers together over your stomach. He laughs at the way your fingers dont quite get the message.
âYou feeling sleepy?â He teases, sitting up a bit more as you start shifting in his grasp. You scratch uncomfortably at your shirt and he smiles, âlets get you ready for bed.â
He doesnt wait for a response, knowing he likely wont get one, slowly pushing you up out of bed till youre shakily stood on your own feet, following quickly behind you.
Tugging off your clothes as if its second nature. Not hesitating to tug off his own hoodie and pull it firmly over your own head. Instructing you softly to rest your hands on his shoulders so he can help you step into a pair of sleep shorts.
He sighs as he tugs them up, using his grip on them to pull you close, loosening his hold on the fabric to instead cup your ass, groaning into your ear as he feels you up.
âBaby, would you let me touch you just a little bit more?â He coos in your ear, turning your face up towards him, on some level you know hes removed everything blocking his identity, but your eyes cant focus on his face long enough to place the features together.
You focus on his lips instead, curled upward with a set of dimples to the side of them.
You see them moving and find yourself nodding along, wanting nothing else than to see those lips stretch wide across his face into a smile.
You find yourself taking short half steps back, letting the backs of your knees hit the mattress and sitting down with it. His hands quickly follow to push you down onto your back, lifting you further up the bed till youre all the way on it.
He follows after you, climbing on top of you with his knees bracketing your hips.
He leans down to press a kiss against your lips, sloppy with the way you can barely reciprocate but he groans into it anyways. One hand leaves the mattress to push your shirt up, exposing your chest to him in a swift move.
He moans at the sight, one hand bracing against the mattress so he can lean down and begin kissing along your skin.
His free hand reaches down to press down the waistband of his sweatpants, gripping himself firmly in hand, letting out a shaky breath.
He kisses along your breasts, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking lightly, his teeth nibbling lightly at it as you whine and moan above him.
He pulls away to start biting along your breast instead, sucking along the way, intent on bruising your chest with how quickly he begins pumping himself each time he pulls away and stares at them.
He giggles when he catches you looking down at him, youâre sure your face matches his with how blown out his eyes look. Whatever color they usually are swallowed up by the black of his pupils.
Darting back up to pepper kisses over your face, you find yourself giggling back into it. As the drug settles in you cant remember why you were so apprehensive in the first place, lifting your arms to wrap around the back of his neck, tugging him closer when he tries to pull away.
The tug you give shoves his lips into your cheek and he lets out a loud laugh at the missed move. Grin spreading against your skin before he finally moves to catch your lips in his again.
He pulls away as far as your arms will allow, laughing as he looks down at you.
âHi babyâ he coos out, âI thought you were sleepy?â
You give him an unimpressed look as youre reminded of the sleep tugging at your eyes. Letting out a sigh as you drop your arms from around his neck and fall back against the pillows.
He lets out a loud bark of a laugh as he follows you down, pulling you back to his chest and worming his hands back under your shirt, groping at your tits again as he hums against your neck.
âYou just go to sleepâ he whispers, pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear.
He waits an hour after youve finally drifted off before he finally climbs out of the bed, shaking you harshly and humming when you barely react, just sleepily mumbling something under your breath.
He slips his face coverings back on, tugging the hood up to cover his hair as he digs through your clothing, pulling a pair of sweats and hoodie to tug over top your pajamas. A pair of tennis shoes onto your feet. Before hoisting you up, an arm looped around his shoulder so he can half drag half carry you out the door.
Its late enough that the apartment complex is quiet, and going through the elevator to the car park is a quick thing.
Youâre tucked into the passenger seat without a fuss, the seat reclined back as far as the small luxury car will allow.
Lando climbs into the driver seat. Fussing with the pile of paperwork left inside, apartment lease agreements, the $4000 in cash in an envelope for breaking said lease, the papers outlining to the complex when the movers will be coming to remove your stuff.
He rolls his eyes as he hops back out of the car, dropping it all off at the lease office before finally he can set off to driving to his own place, humming happily along to the song on the radio as he reaches across the console to grasp at your unresponsive hand.
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George Russell x fem!reader
Summary: being stood up by your fiancĂ© a week before the wedding is something woman doesnât want to go through in her life, ever
Warnings: nothing special maybe heartbreak, break up, curse words, cheating, no use of Y/N, one use of L/N
A/N: I really love Sex and the City movies, so this is basically inspired by the events from the first movie. My English is sometimes hot or not, so Iâm sorry for any mistakes! Please donât use my writing without my consent, also I donât own any of the pictures! Enjoy.
âThereâs no possible cancellation, miss. You need to come to the honeymoon vacation or itâll expire.â
Yes, the word honeymoon. Woman without a man. The man who stood her up week before their wedding. It was all perfect, everything about their love. And yet, here she stood, single, heartbroken and humiliated in front of the suite for newlyweds that carried their names Mr. and Mrs. Russell. Out of all the girls from the grid family, Kelly was the one to be there for her. She packed her up and got her on this vacation, because she already payed a lot for this to be a surprise for George. One that heâd never forget, one with which sheâd shown him how she loved him.
For two days straight she only slept. Kelly fed her a little with some fruits and yogurt from breakfast. It was painful to watch her close friend to suffer like this. She looked pale, her face puffy from all the crying, and her gaze was dull.
As the night fell on the resort in Mexico, Kelly picked up her phone, Max was FaceTiming her.
âHey, babe. How is it going?â He asked with frown.
âHey, love⊠please, promise me, that if you ever want to break up with me, donât you dare to propose to me before that.â Kelly said in sadness.
âHow is she?â
âItâs bad. Sheâs sleeping for second day already. You should see her face when she saw the name tags on the door⊠it was like a punch in the gut.â
âIâm really glad, that youâre there with her, Kells. She deserves the best. I mustâve restrain myself very hard to not punch George when I saw him at the paddock today.â
âWait, what? Heâs back at racing? I thought that he was supposed to get a break from all that stuff, like he said to her.â
âDonât say it to her, but⊠Thereâs this woman with him here, like a shiny bracelet on him. Lando nearly threw up from the sight of them and everybody here is giving him a silent treatment.â
âHoly shit⊠this is a nightmare.â
âYeah⊠keep her away from socials, she doesnât need more heartbreak than she already received.â
âNo probs, babe. Iâll keep her occupied and her phone is with me anyway and itâs turned off.â
âOkay, Iâll keep you posted. Take care, love you.â
âââ
Fourth day into vacation she got up from bed, surprising Kelly at the terrace for breakfast.
âHi, K.â She said, her voice raspy from all the sleep.
âAh, the sleeping beauty. How are you today, darling?â Kelly hugged her instantly.
âItâs strange, but good. I think the most of the hurt is gone. I know itâs not that simple, but today is good and Iâm gonna enjoy it.â She softly smiled but her eyes spoke another story. Kelly gave her a sympathetic look as they talked through the breakfast.
âMax is wishing you well. Heâs so worried about you.â Kelly said sipping on her coffee.
âAw, thanks. Heâs a good man, Kelly.â She smiled kindly with little sigh.
âHey, donât let your mood flatten, weâre here to have a good time, youâve worked hard for this. So, weâre gonna make the most of it.â Kelly said with amused smile.
And they did. Girls nights, partying a little, spending afternoons at the pool and beach, some trips around the resort too. Two weeks went by like a click, when they stood at the airport waiting for Maxâs private jet.
It was also first time after that weeks of freedom when Kelly gave her her phone back.
âItâs time to go back to reality and I know itâs gonna be hard, but weâre gonna do this. Donât get those things get to your head. Youâre you and youâre the most amazing human in this world.â Kelly reassured her.
She turned on the phone with her stomach churning. Millions of notifications of messages, emails and tags. In the tons of photos at the socials she noticed that one photo, that George posted. She felt like sheâs gonna throw up. All the sickness was back, the pain in her chest too.
âMi amore. Love you to the moon and back.â
George and his new girlfriend. She was so pretty, like a doll. And god, how he was glowing.
As they boarded the plane, Kelly noticed the turn in the her mood as she slipped her phone to her bag.
âI guess you found out, donât you?â Kelly asked with frown.
âY-yeah. I donât know what to say, itâs driving me insane. And heâs back at racing, he just⊠heâs a fucking liar.â She was at the rage stage.
âItâs gonna be okay. Weâll manage.â
âââ
And it was true. Kelly managed to get a people to pack her things out of their shared apartment with George, the first day they went on that vacation. She didnât want to stay in Monaco, she wanted to go back home to London, where her flat was for rent. She was lucky that it was free in the moment.
Getting from the Heathrow airport was like a blur, feeling all the nostalgia from the surroundings and memories of her past life were everywhere. But it didnât hurt as much as when she finally unlocked the door to her apartment, getting in the known scent and looking over the boxes there and there. All her life packed like it meant nothing. She was in no mood to start unpacking, because she was afraid to untangle the suppressed emotions. It was a job for her in the next months.
âââ
It was like six months after the called off wedding. She shut down her socials, getting herself a fresh start with private profiles with a few people following on them. Her main public profile was still up, she didnât post any new photos, the last post there was a photo of her tasting the sweet cake for wedding with caption wedding vibes #therussells.
She turned her attention to the direction of self love, reconnecting with her old friends in London and little bit of vacations and mainly work. Her going to the Monaco was absolute no go, so when someone from her grid friends wanted to see her, they needed to visit. But they were more than glad. Nobody talked about George, it was her strict rule number one. She practically erased him from her life and mind.
Life just has a strange ways to make things a little crazy.
Sunny morning in London, she went to the café for her morning coffee. She liked to try new places. As she was on the phone working already, she ordered a waited for the cup of hot love.
George sat in the corner of this café, looking through the newspaper like a classic English gentleman. His life turned upside down for the last six months. He was now reminiscing all the things he had done and how he hurt people around him. Brushing another feeling of shame off of him, he looked up from newspaper and his eyes found her standing at the order counter. It was like some nasty dream, ripping his heart apart for another time. She stood there, talking over phone, smiling with her classy appearance. Thinking about the way he wanted to approach her, he tried not to look suspicious. He was the one, who made her life hell, betrayed her the worst.
She slid her phone to her purse, got her coffee and turned around to get out of the café, when she spotted George already staring at her. She was so taken aback by seeing him, that she bumped into the glass door. Hard. Feeling her head spinning and the blood running from her nose, coffee was everywhere on her skirt. People around her was at her immediately, helping her, but she was in some kind of trance.
âExcuse me, please. I need to get to her. Hey, are you okay?â George got through the crowd to her, his protective persona on, getting his white napkin to wipe her bloody nose.
âI-Iâm notâŠâ she said still in shock.
âIâm going to take you to the hospital, you may have broken nose.â George frowned in guilt because his presence caused this.
She only nodded, there was no place for denying it. George gave her reassuring squeeze to her shoulder and guided her to his car, which was parked outside on the street. Feeling his hand on her back and on her arm felt strange.
Ride to the hospital was quiet. She held the napkin at her nose, blood was slowly stopping pouring, and she was staring in front of herself, still processing what just happened. She felt her anger rising in her, how dare he shows in her life now, when sheâs been on the good way of healing her wounds.
âWhy are you here?â She mumbled slightly wincing in pain.
âThereâs race in Silverstone this weekend.â He said taking the last turn to parking lot at the hospital. As he stopped the car, she put all her strength to get out from the car without his help.
âYou can go, Iâm gonna take care of myself.â She took quick steps towards the hospital.
âWait! Iâm not gonna let you handle this alone. I caused this, so let me take care of it.â He ran after her, softly grabbing her arm.
âAt least please just donât touch me, George.â She got out of his grasp still walking.
They were waiting for doctor to see her, while George wrote down the application for her. He stopped at the column about family status. Flagging it as married, he hoped that he would get access to information about her condition. She just signed it off not caring about anything. Her phone rang, it was Kelly. Oh god, they were supposed to meet today.
âHi, Kells. I really canât talk right now.â She tried to talk coherently but her lips started to get swollen from the crashing to the door.
âYou sound weird, are you okay?â Kelly asked in concern.
âYeah, I just bumped into the door at the cafĂ©, hard, that I might have broken nose. Iâm currently at the hospital.â She sniffled a little blood.
âWhat?! Iâm getting there, weâre already in London!â
âNo, no! Actually Iâm not here alone.â She looked up at George.
âYouâre full of surprises, girl. Is that the new man, youâre seeing?â
âNo, itâs not him. Itâs George.â
George was listening to her conversation and pinpointed the word him. Is she seeing someone new? Is she in love with him?
âHoly shit, what the fuck?!â
âCalm down, K. I canât talk right now, all you need to know, that Iâm okay. Iâm gonna text you, bye.â
She sighed putting her phone to her purse.
The awkward silence between them lasted for a while.
âIs there- are you-â he started to ask but it came out as a blurt.
âIâm not seeing anyone, if thatâs what you want to ask. Iâm just tired of questions if Iâm still single, so I said to my friends that Iâm working on my dating life. So no. I canât love anyone after what youâve done to me and you have this sick luck of hurting me still.â She said with sad sigh.
âIâm sorry.â He said plainly.
That was words she wanted to hear from him all this time. She met his gaze full of guilt.
âIâm so so sorry. I was just stupid and foolish, I really didnât care about things I had around me, in my life. I was so ungrateful. And I hurt the most precious thing in my life. You. No words can mend the wounds I caused. I just want to make it up to you, so bad.â His eyes was glistening with tears as he talked sincerely.
She processed all the words he just said. Her heart broke again, but now for him. For the way how he talked, how he was honest. After that months of silence between them and his lies from the last conversation they had together.
âI forgave you. A while ago. I just didnât understand those lies you told me. About you taking a break from everything we shared together, that it drowned you. And then I saw that post on the socials, you back at track with her.â
George felt pang in his chest, he was deeply ashamed of his actions. Before he could say anything else, nurse peeked from the doctors office calling her inside. She stood up and George assisted her.
âYouâre her husband right? You can come inside too.â Nurse politely smiled.
She wanted to protest but George interrupted her. âYeah, I am. Thank you.â
After getting some scans and check up, doctor said, that she doesnât have broken nose, just little bruised and that in few days the swelling would be gone same as bleeding.
George took her to her apartment, helping her with everything she needed. Sitting on the couch with cup of coffee in her hands, he was in process of putting the cream on the bruise on her nose. She sat still her eyes closed. He took in her features, how she was still herself. The same woman he loved, and still loves.
âYouâre supposed to be with her, not with your ex fiancĂ©e.â She said while opening her eyes to look at him.
âIâm not with her for some time now. As much as it was mesmerising, it wasnât it. I had time to think about my mistakes. I was the number one asshole.â
âYou were, thatâs for sure. I was so mad at you, angry and pissed off. You just threw our lives we built together out of the window. We couldâve talk about that, I would understand anything. But not that huge heartbreak you put me through. I had a surprise honeymoon booked for you. And I went on it with Kelly, because it cost really so much moneyâŠâ her eyes were filled with tears as she relived the memories of pain.
George looked down in shame, he was pained by his actions towards her. She truly loved him, deeply, she was always so caring and he was⊠him.
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve talk to you more, not just tear you from me and destroy our life.â
Their conversation was interrupted by doorbell.
âThatâs most likely Kelly and Max.â Grace said. George retreated from her as she stood up to get to the door. As she opened, Kelly hugged her immediately and Max looked through the space for George with mad look.
âHow are you, love?â Kelly looked at her nose with frown.
âIâm good, Kells, really. George took care of me.â She softly smiled.
âReally? No doubt that he did.â Max looked with narrowed look at George, who stood in the doorframe to living room.
âIâm on my way out, I see that sheâs in good hands.â George said plainly.
âIn the best hands.â Kelly said with not amused look.
She sighed tired from all the tension.
âTake care.â George kissed her forehead lightly as he brushed off around them.
All three of them were looking at his figure until he disappeared in the elevator.
âHow- what the actual fuck?â Kelly asked looking at her flushed face.
âKells, please.â Max groaned at the word fuck.
She took them inside as she prepared some coffee for them.
âHow was your flight?â She asked casually.
The duo looked at her in disbelief. âYou just had your ex in your home and youâre asking us about flight?â
âYeah and yeah?â
âTell us everything!â
She sat in front of them in the armchair. âI was at the cafĂ© this morning, you know, I like to try new places and he just happened to be there. I spotted him and I was so in shock, that I crashed to the glass door. He got me to the hospital, took care of everything. And he apologised for everything he put me through. He said that he was number one asshole.â
Max snorted as Kelly looked over him with stern look.
âAnd then you came and thatâs it.â
âHe kissed you. Youâre okay with that?â Kelly asked sipping on her coffee.
âWhy not?â
âBecause he practically left you at the altar?â
âOh that. I nearly forgot about that.â She gave her an sarcastic smile.
âYouâre falling for his lies again.â
âNo, Iâm not. We just talked, he was nice. I deserved to know, what was on his mind and behind his actions. I can move on now.â
âCan you?â
The question was hanging in the space. She was sure, to this day, that she wouldnât even lay her eyes on him. But it was all nice and she felt loved again. All the wrong things.
âCan you?â Kelly asked again.
âFine! I donât know!â She rolled her eyes.
âYouâre unbelievable. He broke your heart, you were a mess. And now heâs messing with you again.â
âI know, I know all that. And Iâm grateful for the care you have for me. But⊠itâs complicated.â
âItâs not. You love him.â Max interrupted them. Kelly gave him another look of disbelief.
âIâm not sure, I donât know. Iâm not ready for anything but it feels so close to home.â
âJeez⊠just be careful. Anyway, itâs perfect timing really, because we wanted to get you to spent a weekend at Silverstone with us.â Kelly said with sour face, now her idea sounding not so perfect.
âI need to think about it. And I donât know how this thing will turn out to appear.â She pointed to her bruised nose.
âYou know the power of makeup, dear.â Kelly rolled her eyes.
âAs much as I like you here with me I need some space right now.â She said with sigh.
âJust think about it and give me a call and weâll manage it. You could use some fun around old friends.â Kelly said while she hugged her.
Max gave her reassuring smile as they walked into the elevator.
âââ
She took a shower as she thought about George. How his fingertips felt against her skin, his scent calming her down, how he looked at her with care and love, he was completely different. He looked like he was ready to die for her.
Then there was the other side. How she felt humiliated when he left her at the restaurant in Monaco with smile, ready for his new life.
How the ring on her left hand was somehow heavy.
Thoughts there and there, she needed to be honest with herself.
She loved him. Still. And truly. Even after all of this.
As she laid in bed scrolling through her phone, she got a call from unknown number.
âI have a package for you, is this Ms. L/N ?â
âYes, thatâs me.â
She went down to receive the mystery package. Back at the apartment, she opened it. There was VIP and paddock pass with her name, also she spotted a sticky note with handwriting.
âJust in case you want to have fun on the weekend. GRâ
Her heart skipped a beat as she read those words. Snapping a photo of it she sent it to Kelly with comment I think the plans are clear for the weekend. Kelly answered with crazy emojis and comment I canât wait.
She decided not to tell George that sheâs actually coming, because he deserved a little silent treatment. Heâs gonna need to win her heart back.
As the Saturday approached, she was already on her way to the paddock gates. The first she spotted her was Lando.
âOh my god! Am I dreaming?â He nearly shouted as he hugged her tight.
She giggled happily. âNo, this is real.â
Greeting with others went well as she arrived at the Mercedes hospitality, her stomach churning and turning in nervous way, reliving all the memories she had there. She got to chat with some people, which were surprised that sheâs there. Nobody had the courage to ask her, why sheâs there and she was glad.
Grabbing some coffee she stood outside on the little terrace looking at the Silverstone track. It was like coming back to home.
âYou came.â The voice said behind her causing her to turn around. There stood George, wearing his Mercedes shirt and white pants along with kind smile.
âI thought that you not being sure if Iâd come, would be a good treatment for you.â She sipped her coffee with a little smile.
âI absolutely deserve that.â He said coming to her side.
âIâm sorry about yesterday. Kelly and Max were there for me for all that shit you put me through. Theyâre worried.â
âI understand that. Theyâre really good friends. Iâm grateful that they helped you through tough times.â
âI thought Iâd never see this again.â She looked over the track.
âI thought Iâd never see you here again.â
âI donât want to poke in that hurtful things from past anymore. If anything, I want things from fresh start.â
âAgain, Iâm sorry. And I understand.â
âYou know, itâs not like winning race to win my heart.â
âIâd likely do both.â
âWeâll see.â
She chuckled as she was enjoying messing with him.
âGood luck.â She smiled softly giving his arm a little squeeze as she walked out to find Kelly.
âââ
George got the pole position and she couldnât be more proud. She fought that huge smile on her face as she noticed, how Kelly was watching her. Max took a second place.
She leaned against the frame of the entrance to the Mercedes garage, where George celebrated with everybody around him. Then he noticed her standing there and smiling proudly. Immediately he walked towards her getting her into his tight embrace while she giggled.
âYouâre incredible, George.â She said laughing.
âYouâre my lucky charm.â He said as he placed kiss to her hair. His embrace was warm and soft. All she missed that long.
âPlease, just donât let me go.â She whispered to his chest.
âIâm not gonna make that mistake ever again.â
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Can we get a tooth-rotting chris x reader, just them having a super cuddly morning, like them waking up cuddly and then going upstairs to make breakfast and still being all over eachother??? LOVE YOUUU
â âYOU'RE BOTH INSANELY SOFT"
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thank for the request cutie i love u too! i hope this is good enough chat bc i hate thisđ
in which:
you and chris's love language is both physical touch, making your mornings a lot of nothing but cuddling and softness.
warnings: curly-headed!reader i guess but like that's it, insane fluff but a lot of plot, established relationship chris x reader
**NOT PROOFREAD**
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one thing about you and chris was that you both had a inordinate about of clinginess inside of you. not a moment went by where one of you wasn't touching the other in some way. you adored it, how you and chris shared the same love language. however many other's didn't; like nick.
seeing as nick was the mother of the group, if you will, he was often in charge of waking everybody up on trips. in doing this, he absolutely despised how difficult it was to get you and chris out of bed. someone was always on top of someone and nobody ever wanted to get up.
"y'know i really wish that the two of you weren't such a fucking pain in the ass to wake up!" nick shouted through the room, ripping the cover from on top of you and chris.
chris twisted atop of you, wrapping his arms tighter around your torso and snuggling his head into your stomach. "that sounds like a you problem, nick," he murmured, eliciting a tired giggle from you as your hand made it's way into the boy's hair.
nick groaned, "i hate you! both of you!"
"no you don't," you smiled.
nick only deadpanned, staring at you. "yes. i do."
you both rolled your eyes as nick walked away, making his way to the bathroom where matt was getting ready to also start getting ready.
you stretched out a little, ruffling chris's hair one last time. "baby, we should really start getting ready. we can sleep some more in the car if you want?"
the brunette shook his head. "no. wanna stay here with you," he muttered.
you only blinked. "chris we have to leave the room and get breakfast anyways, we might as well just speed things up. please, love, for me?"
at hearing the last bit, chris's eyes opened, looking up at you as he adjusted himself to look up at you. he sighed, "fine. but only because you look really pretty.
you stared at the boy, knowing that your curls were tucked into a bonnet and your lips were most definitely chapped. "sure, sweetheart. now c'mon lets go."
chris groans, a pout taking up his face as he rolls off the bed so you can get up.
after about an hour or so, you and all of the triplets are ready for the day. the four of you make your way downstairs to catch the hotel breakfast.
on the walk to the elevator, chris rushes to your side, grasping your hand in his. you smile, looking up at him. he only smiles back.
you hear a gagging sound behind you, catching your attention. you soon realize its only nick pretending to hate you and chris's relationship.
"you guys are so fucking gross i hate you both!" he whines.
chris rolls his eyes, "nick your just mad as fuck that every man you've ever been attracted to was fucking straight and you're single. so shut the fuck up.
your hand clasps your mouth as you glance at matt, making sure you both just heard the same thing. "oh shit," you whispered.
"y'know what chris-" nick shouts, preparing to go off on chris.
matt grabs his shoulder, "nick! shut your fucking mouth and keep walking. its like 9 am i don't think the whole floor wants to hear this."
"yeah you big fat beast! shut your damn mouth," chris taunts, a smirk on his face. your lips curl as you remove your hand from chris's, slapping his arm with it. "ow!' he shouts dramatically, clutching his arm.
"stop being mean to nick," you scold, walking side by side with him, your arms now crossed.
his arms flail, dropping on his thighs, "of course you're defending nick over me! me! your own boyfriend of over a year."
"and nick's my best friend of over 10 years, i think he takes the fucking cake," you giggle.
chris huffs, his arms now crossed as well. "this is racism," he murmurs to himself.
"what was that?!"
"nothing!"
you and the triplets now sat on a few couches downstairs, enjoying your breakfast and talking amongst each other.
as you're talking to matt, you feel a head on your shoulder and a few curls tickling your face and mouth. you look down, seeing no other than chris.
"hey baby," you greet him, wrapping an arm around him and scratching his back as you continue talking to matt.
chris whispers in your ear, "are you still mad at me?"
you smile slightly, watching as matt's eyes roll at how many times your conversation has been interrupted by your boyfriend.
"love i was never mad at you, i just wish you'd drop the fucking attitude."
he frowns, "i was just hungry..." he excuses, looking at you with doe eyes and dilated pupils. he now smiles, "you're so pretty."
"you're pretty too, baby."
his smile grows. he continues to pick at his food, not lifting his head from your shoulder once. you could tell he was still a bit drowsy, so you weren't too hard on him about his attitude.
"have i ever told you how much i love you. its like you were literally made for me baby!"
you smile softly, "i know, i love you too."
"EW I CAN'T STAND THIS!" nick shrieks, "YOU'RE BOTH SO INSANELY SOFT AND IT DISGUSTS ME!"
"maybe try crying about it?" you retort jokingly, you and chris laughing uncontrollably as you watch nicks jaw drop to his feet.
"this is unbelievable."
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Elementary, Chapter Four
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader
chapter rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral (fem rec), unprotected piv, dirty talk??, unedited/unbetaâd)
word count: 4.3k
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âAlright, everybody. Please remember to fill out your reading log during the break,â you talked over a room full of distracted tweens excited for the upcoming Spring Break. âAm I talking to air?â
âI hear you,â Sarah answered your question as she approached your desk, her backpack slung over her shoulder. âAnd I wanted to apologize for last Friday. I was having a bad day and Jessie was making a big deal about me leaving the sleepoverââ
âSarah, sweetheart, you donât need to apologize,â you assured with a kind smile. âHave you talked to Jessie?â
âYeah, dad took me over to her house on Sunday night and we talked it out. I guess she was offended by me leaving, but I explained to her that I just get anxious sometimes and canâtââ She sighed. âIt just feels better being at home with my dad. I donât have to try to be funny or cool or whatever.â
You smiled at the tenderness of Joel and Sarahâs bond.
âBut anyways,â she continued. âMy dad wanted me to ask if you were busy tonightâhe still hasnât gotten a new cellphone which, if youâre wondering, is why heâs having me act as the messenger.â
âIsnât he coming to pick you up today?â
âNo, him and Uncle Tommy are in San Antonio meeting with a developer or something like that,â she informed. âMy grandma is picking me up.â
âOh, well, you can tell your dad Iâm free like always,â you chuckled and tried not to think about the fact that as todayâs parking lot attendee, youâd have to come face to face with the mother of the man youâd been casually seeing for three weeks now. âOh, and tell him he needs to get a new phone so you donât have to play messenger anymore.â
âTrust me, weâll probably be waiting years until he finally breaks down and gets himself one.â The two of you shared a laugh.
âIn that caseââ You jotted your landline and cellphone number on a post-it note. âHere.â
âMiss? My mom wanted me to let you know that I wonât be doing any of my reading logs this week,â another student approached your desk and very sassily delivered his news. You chuckled out a scoff and fixed your attention on him while Sarah went back to her desk.
âOkay, Michael, why wonât you be doing your reading logs?â You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for his response.
âBecause itâs Spring Break,â he defended.
âYes, Iâm aware. Thatâs why I didnât assign any homework. All you need to do is keep reading at least a chapter a day of your bookââ
âI donât want to read my book. Thatâs basically homework.â
You gave him an incredulous look as you tried to gather what little patience remained in you after a long year of teaching fifth graders.
âNo, Michael. Homework is what Mrs. Hill gave her studentsâa packet a day. What Iâm asking if you is to do what youâre already supposed to be doingâreading a chapter a day of whatever book you want. Thatâs not homework, thatâs just an activity.â
âWell, Iâm not doing it.â He remained firm, mimicking your stance by crossing his arms over his chest.
The bell ringing interrupted whatever onslaught of frustration you were just about to bestow upon him, his smug smirk boiling your blood as he turned and shuffled out of class.
âHave a good break,â you called out to the rest of your students as they shuffled out of the classroom in a single file line.
âHey,â Joel sighed out his greeting as he entered his mother and fatherâs ranch home on the outskirts of Austin. Sarah was sat in the living room on the floral loveseat covered in plastic while her grandfather, Paul, sat in his rocking chair fast asleep.
âHow did it go?â Sarah offered him a smile as he rounded the corner of the loveseat to plop down beside her.
âWent alright,â he replied. âGot a good chunk of jobs lined up for me and the guys, so weâll be good on work âtil the end of the year.â
âThatâs good!â She beamed, bringing a hesitant smile to her fatherâs face. Joel never liked to celebrate his successesâsomething he likely learned from his father. âOh,â she tapped his arm as she remembered your conversation from earlier, quickly informing him about your lack of plans for tonight. âShe also gave me her number to give to you.â
Joel watched as Sarah fished the note out of her pocket before handing over the crumpled up piece of paper.
âYou think sheâs home yet?â Joel checked his watch.
âDunno,â she shrugged. âBut grandma was talking about all of us going out for dinner tonight.â
âOh, was she?â Joel looked disappointed by the sudden emergence of plans when he spent all day hoping that tonight would be spent just with you.
âJoel?â Mary, Joelâs mother, came walking down the stairs with a smile. âBout time you came to see us.â
âIâm busy with the new company, ma, you know that,â he argued as he stood up to greet her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
âBusy with the company or with your new lady friend?â she teased with a grin. Joel whipped his eyes over to his daughter who already held her hands up in defense.
âMy bad.â
Joel chuckled out a scoff before turning back to his mother. âItâs new.â
âAnd? Thatâs all you gotta say about her?â
âTo you. For now.â Joel followed her into the kitchen, Sarah trailing shortly behind.
âWhat do you think Iâm gonna do? Hunt her down and force her to look at your baby book?â
âWouldnât be the first time,â he retorted with a mischievous smile.
âJoel Miller, I swear if you do not give me at least a summary of this womanââ
âAlright, alright,â Joel sighed and looked to Sarah who was beaming with amusement. âSheâs Sarahâs teacher. We met at a parent/teacher conference. SheâsâŠnice.â
âNice?â Both women repeated the descriptor as if it was an insult.
âDad, youâre basically in love. Iâm sure you can find a better word than nice,â Sarah reasoned.
âShe is nice. Everything else is private,â he argued.
âWell, I guess weâll find out at dinner tonight,â his mother shrugged with a smirk. Joel turned wild in the eyes and shook his head.
âNo, no, no. She ainâtâyâall arenâtâno.â
Sarah laughed at her dadâs fluster and looped her arm around his waist hug him. âItâll be okay, pops. Just breathe.â
âOh, to hell with that,â Joel shook his head again, turning to his mother. âI havenât even taken her out for a real dinner yet, ma. Iâm not invitinâ her out to deal with yâall.â
âDeal with? Son, we are as civilized as anybody elseââ
âMa, you got a plunger? I clogged the damn toilet!â Tommy shouted from upstairs and Joel gestured in his direction as though to prove his point.
âWell not here. Weâre in the comfort of our own home,â she defended as she made her way out of the kitchen to help her son. âSheâs cominâ tonight! Better go on and call her up.â
âChrist,â he sighed and stomped over to the landline, his scowl fixed on Sarah as he dialed the number. âIf she never speaks to us again, itâs on you.â
âSheâll love us.â
Although it wasnât what you were expecting for the night, Joelâs call to invite you out to dinner with his family was impossible to decline just due to how much you missed him. Even if you turned into a ball of nerves every time you had to meet âthe parentsâ, it was worth it just to be in the same room with him, especially after the day you had.
At seven, Joel, Sarah, and Tommy came to pick you up, but for once it was you running late. You invited them inside to wait while you finished getting ready, handing Sarah the TV remote and watching as her and Tommy instantly started bickering over what to watch while Joel followed you into your bedroom.
âHow is this the first time Iâve ever been in your room?â He found a seat on the foot of your bed while you sat at your vanity, finishing up on taming your hair.
âBecause Iâm old fashioned,â you turned back to give him a wink. âBut also because I canât seem to get you alone long enough to give you a proper tour.â
âI know,â he sighed and walked over to you, standing behind you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, the warmth and softness of his lips curing something that had been aching inside of you since the last time he kissed you. âI made a deal with my mom. She watches Sarah this weekend, and I suck it up and allow you to meet my chaotic family.â
âMm, so I get you all weekend is what youâre saying?â You smirked at him through the mirror.
âAll. Damn. Weekend.â He kissed your neck as a promise, your eyes fluttering closed as you relished in his proximity. âNo interruptions. Just me and you.â
âS-sounds good,â you stuttered through your haze of lust and Joel smiled against your skin, seemingly amused by his effect on you.
âYou got chills,â he rasped, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm. âThat all me?â
âJust wait until you see what else you do to me,â you purred back, earning a groan of desperation.
âYou two done yet?â Tommy called out from the living room. âWe got places to be.â
âSave that thought for after dinner,â Joel mumbled against your cheek as he gave you one more kiss.
Five or so minutes later and you were on your way to the restaurant, nerves now replacing the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you thought about what his parents would be like. If they were anything like Tommy, Sarah, and Joel, you had nothing to worry about, but it was the uncertainty that drove you mad.
âYou alright?â Joel stayed back with you as you pretended to have forgotten something in the truck, Tommy and Sarah heading into the restaurant to meet up with Joelâs parents.
âJust nervous,â you shrugged with a soft smile. âAnything I should avoid bringing up?â
âPolitics. My dadâs a big Republican, so,â he winced. âBut my mom is about as liberal as they come, so at least thereâs that.â
âSo I should stick to talking to your mom, then,â you joked.
âCome on,â he nudged his head towards the restaurant and laced his fingers with yours. âIâll be right there next to ya, and as soon as weâre done with dinner itâll be just us all weekend.â
You took a deep breath of courage and gave him a cheeky but bashful smile, bringing a similar one to his own face.
âGod, I just canât help myselfââ Joel cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to meet him as he leaned in for a surprising kiss, your hand finding purchase on his wrist to ground yourself.
âMm,â you hummed as you pulled away from him earlier than he wouldâve liked. âLetâs not stall anymore. Donât want your mom to think Iâm a bad influence.â
âShe knows me well enough to know Iâm the bad influence, but alright,â he tugged you off towards the restaurant with your hand in his.
As the hostess guided you through the busy dining room, you leaned further into Joel. He didnât seem to mind the clinginess, his hand letting go of yours so that he could slide an arm around your waist.
âThere yâall are!â A stout woman you presumed to be Joelâs mother stood up from the table where the rest of the Millers were seated, a big, dimpled grin on her face that resembled Joelâs.
âMa,â Joel introduced the two of you by name, his eyes fixed on you as you shook her hand and allowed her to seat you beside her rather than next to Joel like youâd hoped. You gave Joel a nervous look from across the table as he sat himself directly across from you beside his father.
âIt is so nice to meet you, sweetheart,â Mary fixed her attention on you. âJoelâs been pretty tight lipped about ya, so why donât you tell me a little about yourself.â
âWell,â you chuckled nervously, but Joelâs reassuring eyes from across the table helped calm the frenzy of anxiety coursing through your veins. âIâm a teacher, have been for a few years now but this is my second year in Austin.â
You found it surprisingly easy to talk to Mary, her warm smile and sense of humor similar to that of her children and granddaughter. You told her where you grew up, where youâd been before coming to Austin, about what you liked to do in your free time, but mostly you told her the story of how you and Joel came to be.
Across the table, his father continued to remain stern and silent, only mumbling to his boys or to Sarah every now and again to remind them to use their manners. He seemed like a tough egg to crack, and while you were up for the challenge eventually, earning his respect today seemed unlikely.
âJoel, you ever tell her about your singinâ?â Tommy spoke up from down the table, his question bringing a blush to Joelâs face.
âYeah, I mentioned it.â He looked over to you and cracked the most subtle of smirks, no doubt remembering what occurred shortly after.
âWell, you gonna sing for her?â Mary asked with mischief in her tone, bringing an amused smile to your face.
âNot here,â he sassed, tilting his head at her mockingly.
âWhy not here?â You prodded with a smirk, your foot finding his calf beneath the table. Joel gave you a chuckle and shook his head. âOh, come on. Please?â
âYa know, I pride myself on my ability to not cave into peer pressure,â he retorted with a quirked eyebrow, daring you to challenge him. You bit your lip and looked down at your plate, too flustered by everything him to look him in the eyesâespecially given the current company.
âSo, Sarah, how are you likinâ the whole dad datinâ your teacher thing?â Tommy asked, and the question earned the attention of the entire table.
âI donât mind it,â she shrugged. âMaybe I would if it was Mrs. Clarkson from last year.â
âGod,â Joel shook his head at the mere idea. âThat woman terrified me and Iâm a grown man.â
âOh,â Sarah called your name. âDid you tell dad about Michael?â
âMichael? WhoâsâŠuh, whoâs Michael?â Joelâs jealousy was as clear as day, bringing amused grins to almost everyoneâs faces aside from the ever stoic Mr. Miller.
âMichael is my student,â you clarified and eased his concern. âA shitty student at that.â
âOh yeah?â Tommy asked with a chuckle.
âYeah, heâsâwell, I guess I probably shouldnât be saying this around you, Sarah.â
âI promise I wonât talk about it,â she replied earnestly and you easily caved.
âHe is just the absolute worst. And his parents are even shittier,â you lamented with a laugh. âToday he came up to me while Sarah and I were talking at the end of class, and flat out told me that he wasnât going to be doing the reading log during the break because his mom said so.â
âWhy doesnât he just fake it like everybody else?â Tommy chimed in but quickly received an elbow from his niece.
âI donât fake my reading logs,â she corrected.
âYeahâŠright.â He gave her a sarcastic nod and turned back to you. âIâm just speaking from experience. I never did any of that shit and I turned outâŠwell, I turned out decent.â
âYeah. Maybe I am being too demanding,â you shrugged, turning back to your plate.
âNo,â Joel was quick to interject. âDonât listen to Tommyâhe couldnât even get into community college. Youâre the one who went to school for six years to do this. You know what youâre doinâ, that kidâs just a prick.â
You couldnât help but fall in love with him a little bit as he stood up for you, his foot pressed to yours beneath the table acting as a sort of promise that heâd always be here to do thisâto remind you of your worth.
âThank you,â you mouthed just to him. âAnyways, itâs his lossâand yours too, Tommy. Reading is fun.â
Tommy mimicked your smile and chuckled. âI guess Iâll take your word for it.â
âAlright, donât give your grandma a hard time,â Joel ordered Sarah as he hugged her goodbye in the driveway outside your house.
You watched the scene from the doorway, smiling at the way he swayed her and kissed the top of her head. If only all little girls could grow up with a father like Joelânot flawless, but as close to it as a man could get. There was no denying his love for her and vice versa, and the fact that you were being let into this beautiful family felt like nothing less than an honor.
âAlright, go on,â he ruffled the top of her hair with a playful grin. âI love ya, and Iâll see you Sunday night, alright?â
âLove you too,â she gave him one more hug before turning to you standing up the walkway. With a wave, she wished you goodbye as well, your smile widening at the gesture. âSee you!â
âSee ya, Sarah!â
Joel met you by the front door and watched Tommy and Sarah pull out of your driveway before he turned to you with an anticipatory grin.
âWell, just us now,â he husked, playfulness thick in his southern drawl.
âWhatever will we do?â you teased, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer.
Joel cradled your cheek and jaw with both hands as he leaned down to kiss you, both of you still wearing your grins through it. Walking you backwards into the house, you giggled into his mouth as you nearly stumbled over before he caught you.
âClumsy,â he accused in a rasp.
âYour fault,â you countered and he laughed against you.
Joelâs hands traveled to your hips to keep you flush against him as he kicked the front door shut, your smiles fading as the kiss deepened into something so filthy even the humor of the almost-fall couldnât penetrate it.
âGod,â he groaned against your lips as he continued walking you through the living room to your bedroom. âI want you so bad, baby girl. Fuck.â
âRemember what we were talking about earlier?â you purred against his jaw as your kisses trailed down to his neck, Joelâs body pinning you against your open bedroom door. He hummed against you in confirmation and you smiled, taking one of his hands off your waist to guide it beneath the linen of your dress, his breath ragged as his fingertip grazed over your thighs until they reached the soaked lace of your panties. âThis is what you do to me, Joel.â
âJesus fuckinâbaby, I need you,â he whimpered and sunk to the floor in front of you, his dark and dreamy eyes peering up at you for permission as he lifted the hem of your dress up. âCan I taste you?â
âGod, you never have to ask,â you moaned back, taking the fabric bunched in his hands and holding it for him. Joelâs eyes dropped from yours down to the image right in front of him, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip at the sight of your white lace thong.
âYouâre gonna make me lose my mind, baby,â he groaned again, his hands now running up and down the outside of your thighs.
The anticipation could have killed you, your chest heaving and skin prickling with chills from the simple sensation of his breath fanning over the wet spot on your panties, the lust in his eyes. Combing your fingers through his hair, you attempted to silently urge him on and he seemed to pick up on it, his hands sliding back up to your hips to hook into the tiny band of your underwear and slip them down your legs until they were kicked off.
âBaby,â he cooed as you draped one of your knees over his broad shoulders to open yourself up to him, his mouth watering at the sight. âIâm never gonna wanna do anythinâ else but stay rightââ He placed a kiss to your mound and your entire body jerked. âHere.â
His tongue swiped through your folds and you melted against the door behind you, your fingers gripping his hair now as you struggled to stay upright. Joel practically growled at your taste, his hands gripping your thighs as if he was holding on for dear life.
âFuck,â you moaned as he tensed his tongue to circle your swollen bud until your arousal started to drip down your thighs. âThatâs so good.â
Your praise earned you another growl, his tongue now flicking and circling, lapping and sucking against you until your thighs were shaking from the pressure building in your lower stomach.
âTastes so fuckinâ sweet, baby girl.â He sucked your clit and made you cry out his name. âYeah, just like that. Keep sayinâ my name, baby. Let everyone know.â
âJoel, fuck!â Your orgasm was imminent, the tingling in your thighs that traveled down to your toes and back up your spine fogging any sense of coherency you may have once had in his presence. âIâfuck, Iââ
âI know, baby. Can taste it.â He shook his head and flattened his tongue against your clit, his eyes meeting with yours. You wanted to cry, but the pleasure you were feeling was too consuming. The only thing you could do as Joel sucked your now throbbing bud into his mouth was to cry out his name like a prayerâsome sort of wicked salvation that beat out any other holier counterpart. âCome on, baby. Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste itâŠevery fuckinâ dropââ
âFuck!â You crumpled to the ground, your back sliding against the door until you were kneeling with him on the floor, your body shuddering as you rode out the waves of your euphoria.
Joel was quick to act, guiding you down onto your back while you were still lost in bliss. He kissed your face as if you were his most prized possession, his hands worshipping the curves of your still-clothed body.
âNeed you, baby,â he whispered against your jaw as he placed a love bite there, your head nodding to give him consent to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to you after that mind blowing climax he just gave you.
You only heard the clinking of his belt buckle before feeling his cock stretch you open, a choked cry slipping from your lips in time with Joelâs wanton groan. You peeled your eyes open and looked down at the place you were joined, delighting in the fact that neither of you were undressed, the neediness of the moment turning you both feral.
âGod damn,â he groaned and let his head hang as he stilled himself deep inside of you after only a few thrusts. âAbout to embarrass myself. You feel too fuckinâ good, baby.â
âDonât worry about lasting long,â you stroked his beard. âI just wanna feel you.â
âGod, Iââ He choked on his words and leaned over your body, propping himself up by his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his jean-clad ass to urge him on, desperate to feel him spill inside of you.
âWant you to cum for me,â you moaned, pressing kisses into the side of his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. âCum inside meââ
âFuck,â he shouted as his cock thrust into you faster and deeper, your wetness squelching around him and filling the room along with both of your ragged moans. âIâm gonnaâfuck, baby. You sure?â
âIâm on birth control, itâs okay,â you promised. Joel lifted his head to look into your eyes, his face scrunched up in something akin to agony but you were sure it couldnât have been further from it.
âGonna fill you up, beautiful,â he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. âGonna have you dripping for me.â
âYes!â His cock was hitting something inside of you that was making you see stars, your mind going back to that pleasure-dumb state youâd just been lost in, and before you had time to warn him, your walls fluttered in time with his cock spilling inside of you. âIâm coming, Joel, fuck!â
âMe too, baby,â he choked out through a string of profanity and moans. âFuck, so fuckinââyouâre perfect.â
The two of you stayed there for a while, both of you turned into puddles of post-climactic bliss as you laid in each otherâs arms. Joel hissed as he pulled out and rolled over onto the carpet beside you, both of you turning your heads to look at each other with wide, almost childlike grins.
âBe my girlfriend?â Joel choked out, nerves thick in his shaky voice. You laid there speechless for a moment, unsure of how to tell him that ever since you met him youâd been dreaming of the day those words would leave his lips. So, you kept it simple, a smile gracing your face as you reached over to hold his face.
âI would love to.â
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Tonowari x Fem Reader x Ronal (poly mates)/ Aonung x Tsireya x Rotxo x Fem Reader (platonic/parental relationship) / Kiri x Fem Reader (platonic/parental relationship):
The Reader is mated to Tonowari and Ronal. She is a well respected warrior and is seen as being scary (even by her mates and kids) but in reality is a big softy. Anyways this will be after the Sullyâs get there around the time when Aonung and his friends bully Kiri. So the Sullyâs have heard about the Reader and the things going around about her (rumors or ideas that people have about her) and after the whole bulling situation Kiri decides to spent some time by herself and happens to run into the Reader. At first she is and apprehensive of the Reader but the Teader invites her over and they stay to talk and get along. Over the course of a few weeks Kiri has been basically sneaking off or leaving by herself to spend time with the Reader (everybody is confused on where Kiri is going). When both families (Kiriâs and the Readers)find out they tell her to stop swing the Reader for her safety but she defends the Reader and things blow up and Kiri runs away. Later that night the clan is looking for Kiri but canât find her so they ask the only person who might know (Reader) and when they find the Reader they see Kiri with her and witness the Reader being the opposite of what they thought(being really sweet and comforting to Kiri). And in the end the clan accepts Reader. (Sorry that Kiri is so out of character and itâs really long) đđ
There was a human saying donât judge a book by it cover, and if you are going to judge couldnât someone before you see them for themselves. Those sayings seems to be forgotten when it came to a very specific Navi female, who was seen as something else by her own family and family. It seems like someone had decided to give her a chance, another Navi who was judge as well.
Y/n â it a very warm dayâ it a very good day in the village along with it being some days, since the sully family and company had arrived seeking refuge. They had been given refuge by your mates who approved of them staying her and learning the ways.
y/n " good morning" you had sene some hunter gather by the water and wave over to them, they had looked up to see you. It seems like they had soon left the area or didn't do that much. It was something you had become use to while growing up, as you had been seen as different by everyone else. Most of the clan and other had seen you as freak, and had questioned tonowari and ronal why they become your mates. It seems like your were labeled as someone to keep away from, along with being bad example as well. It had broken your heart and spirt that everyone saw you as embarrassment or not navi like everyone else, it the most when it came from your own family as well.
y/n " ........" you soon sighed as you had gone on with the rest of your day, hoping nothing else will happen. It was until the afternoon when are walking around the shore, when sound of voice had gained your attention.
???? " are you some type of freak"
???? " did you hear what he said he called you a freak"
????? " your whole family is full of freaks"
y/n " hey what going on over here" you had seen your son along with some other teens, bothering the sully family daughter kiri.
Y/n " I said what going on here so someone should be speaking, up right now"
aonung " we were just talking that all nothing to bad"
y/n " it seems more then talking aonung I thought you knew better then to bully someone, same goes for all you boys as well we should be working together not against each other"
teen boy " sorry we didn't mean it"
y/n " well it did seems like that to my view point, and the same could be said from kiri parents ... dearie are you okay"
kiri " I'm now"
y/n " good now you boys run along I might be having some words, with all your parents later on"
teen boy 2 " yes y/n"
y/n " aonung I will be having some words with you my son"
aonung " yes mom come on guys" aonung and his friends soon leave, as you soon walked closer to the teenage girl. Kiri seems like she was close to tears and very upset about the whole situation.
y/n " are you sure everything is fine"
kiri " I don't know I was just minding my business and see the beauty of the water, then aonung and his friends had come over to bothering me .... calling my names and my family as well"
y/n " I'm sorry for my son and his friends behavior I thought I raised him to be good"
kiri " wait are you the other mate of ronal and tonowari, the one we had been told about"
y/n " yes it seems like the words about me have been told to your family already"
kiri " yes it seems like that not many people had spoken well about you, saying you are someone I and my siblings should stay away from if alone .... as you were descried to be odd and not full navi"
y/n " yes just like you and your family I'm different and that has effected my image to everyone even my family"
kiri " that is very sad and no one should be treated that way"
y/n " you are right if you are fine with it will like to join me for some lessons, to help you understand more of what the great mother has to offer us"
kiri " sure I will love that but I hope I will not be a bother"
y/n " you will not young lady now come there are some things, I will love to show you"
Weeks later
y/n " you are getting better kiri it seems like the ocean has welcome you"
kiri " thank you y/n since you have been helping me I have been, feeling better with my new surroundings and it good to have someone else to speak with outside my family"
y/n " well I'm happy to hear I have been able to help you"
kiri " everyone is wrong about you and your children are foolish to, not see a wonderful mother you are ... I'm sorry for my tone and words"
y/n " it okay kiri I do wish everyone saw me in a positive light like you"
????? " kiri" you and kiri soon heard someone yelling kiri name, the both soon looked up to see neytiri making her way towards them. She was not very happy at the moment as she was soon followed by Jake.
neytiri " kiri where have you been"
kiri " I was off with y/n mom she been helping me and giving me advice as well, she is very nice"
y/n " hello neytiri and Jake it good to see you both this wonderful day"
neytiri " we have told you again and again to stay away from this women, she is bad news and has a awful reputation"
kiri " mom"
Jake " kiri we are doing what best for you"
????? " y/n" you soon looked to see your mates standing there along with the kids and sully kids.
tonowari " y/n why have you been teaching kiri verse tsireya teaching her"
y/n " I was just helping kiri that all she also has been attending tsireya lesson as well"
ronal " you have caused a issues for us all"
neytiri " I want you away from my daughter she has bright future, and I wish for her not to become like you a women who unloved by her own mates and children ... no worried you have never had a child with tonowari that will be sad"
kiri " mom she a mother to aonung, rotxo, and tsireya"
neytiri " they don't see her like that we all that and she lives on her own, she just like spider someone who ever take pity on but really wants away"
y/n " neytiri I'm just being a mentor to your daughter that all she was having a hard time, I was just being a teacher that all ... if you listen to your daughter you will understand we are both mother we both care of our kids
neytiri " you are no mother and I hope you never become one, everyone thinks poorly of you and that will pass down to your kids ... ask tonowari why he avoids having a kid with you"
y/n "tonowari"
tonowari " i and ronal think it best if we have the kids at the moment, it for the benefit for the clan and family"
y/n " I undestand"
Neytiri " if you understand leave my daughter alone leave my kids alone, as well don't ever come near my family again or any other youth"
y/n " then if you wish it I will make sure that happens I will stay away from your family, for safety and your family reputation I will stay away from everyone ... if need I will leave"
kiri " no y/n this is your home and your clan"
y/n " it okay kiri maybe the great mother has plans for me outside of here .. I will be okay I will always be okay" you soon bid goodbye saying nothing else as you left. As you are walking away you felt so much pain in your heart and soul.
Later that night
y/n " ........" you are in your home alone as dinner was cooking over the fire.
????? " hello" you soon looked at the entrance to see kiri standing there, you soon gave her a soft smile.
y/n " come inside kiri"
kiri " I'm sorry for what my mother had said it was uncalled for and, very rude towards you"
y/n " it okay my dear I have become use to behaviors like that"
kiri " you are a mother no matter what neytiri has said"
y/n " I always felt like and mother and I wil always be a mother, even if my kids didn't accept me as a mother I will be there for them my home will always be open to them"
kiri " how do you deal with all of it on daily basis y/n even as an adult"
y/n " I just let them say what they want to say and go on with my life, and can't lets always allow their words and actions ruin my life ... anymore life is beautiful and I'm going to live the life I want ... you should live the life you want kiri"
kiri " thank you"
y/n " I know spider will be back with you and if he needs somewhere to stay, he can stay here I will never lets a child be alone in this world"
kiri " thank you" you had smiled towards kiri she had stayed the night feeling not like going home, after she said she got in fight with her family. She laid on tsreyia mat fast asleep you had cleaned everything up, thinking about how you wanted to live your life after today.
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