#skooch

[jacqcrisis]

Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.

[ratatatastic]

maffhews back pressed up against the chest of a man? we already ran that headline last night

tampa bay lightning @ florida panthers | 9.30.24

[if-you-think-about-it]

Real skooching behaviour going on here

HINT: you can move my white ass using the arrow keys.

[bearbleps]

Is it even action/adventure anime if there isn't a scene where 2 or more characters yell lines of dialog at each other from opposite ends of an extremely spacious room as a lead-in to some kind of showdown?

[deeisace]

Why you gotta stretch out like that kiddo

[jeannieology]

Leaning in, skooching closer.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" uh... "ㅤhaving come to the gardens more to hide from authorities than to take a peaceful stroll, byan finds themself rather taken aback by the unexpected question. thinking it over for a moment though, gaining themself a companion might just help to camouflage them amongst the other park-goers. it's certainly not the worst way to lie low. pink backpack hoisted higher up over one shoulder, they cast a glance back the way they've come from just to be sure they haven't been followed, then nod as non-chalantly as possible.

ㅤㅤ" ...ssssure. s'totally why 'm here. for a walk. "

OPEN. ♡

light falls, gold 'pon gold: thus i stand 'neath streams of sun. footsteps take attention & petaled lips lift, helplessly hopeful: " have you come to walk with me? "

[7ndipity]

Let Me Love You

Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: When your friend Jungkook confesses his feelings, you ghost him, despite your own feelings for him, fearing that the relationship will end in disaster. Can he convince you otherwise?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of anxiety and body insecurities, swearing, suggestive, only partially proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I wanted to post this last night, but I was super tired and fell asleep(I’m still sick lol). Also, part of this is based on a dream I had and couldn’t get out of my head, so sorry if it feels a little random.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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The noise and lights of the party had been almost overwhelming, even around the pool, where some of you had separated off, a few even deciding to brave the cold water to swim.

“Wanna take a dip?” He’d asked as you sat tucked off to the side together, letting your feet hang over the water, leaning in close to hear each other.

“I don’t have a suit.” You’d replied.

“You won’t hear me complaining.” He’d smirked, making you roll your eyes before quickly dropping your attention to the drink in your hand, trying to hide the growing heat in your cheeks.

Jungkook had always been a notorious flirt, especially when it came to you, never missing an opportunity to make some sly comment that would have your face burning, much to his amusement, though you doubted he realized the full effect his words had on you. You’d never shared your feelings for him or your long standing crush, knowing he wouldn’t be into a plus size person like you, and had just focused on maintaining your friendship instead.

“Well, I’m going in.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, glancing up just in time to see him yank his jacket off and slip in, allowing the water to come up over his head for a moment before resurfacing with a gasp, shaking his head at you like a dog.

“You’re insane.” You commented, laughing.

“You love it.” He said, catching hold of your arm to help pull him out of the water.

“You’re getting me wet!” You squealed, trying to skooch away from him, but he trailed after you, making you both laugh until you were stuck in the corner.

Jungkook’s laughter trailed off, expression suddenly turning serious as he looked up at you. “I wanna try something.” He said.

“What is it?” You asked warily.

Rather than answering, he braced his hands on either side of you, boosting himself up and pressing his mouth briefly to yours.

You froze, staring at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and sank back down.

“What was-?”

“I like you, y/n,” He said quickly. “I want to be with you.”

“I-I-” Your head felt like it was spinning as you stared at him, nearly nodding before reality suddenly began to seep back in, filling your veins like cement.

“I-I’m, I can’t, I’m sorry.” You were scrambling to your feet before you had fully gotten the words out, leaving him staring after you in confusion as you pushed your way through the crowd to escape.

That’d been three days ago, and since then, you hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to him.

You knew dodging his calls and texts was far from a proper solution to your current predicament, but you couldn’t come up with any better ideas, mind still in absolute chaos at the sudden revelation.

Despite your efforts to push it away, memories of the night kept playing on loop in your head, the way he’d looked at you, the feel of his lips on yours.

You couldn’t believe it, the guy of your dreams told you he was into you, and you ran away. Brillant.

You shook your head, slowly dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to the kitchen in search of coffee.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him, you did, more than you cared to admit to even yourself, but in the back of your mind, there were those same nagging voices that had held you back from confessing in the first place. As a bigger person, you’d experienced more than your share of mistreatment and let downs connecting to your size, only further feeding into your insecurities that you weren’t good enough. And although Jungkook had never given you a reason to feel that way with him, you still couldn’t shake that deep seeded fear that, if you said yes to him, one day he would wake up and realize that his feelings had changed, that the attraction he thought was there wasn’t really, not in the way he originally believed, and you would end up losing one of the most important people in your life. You couldn’t handle that, you couldn’t afford to lose him, it would kill you.

You were shook out of your thoughts by an insistent knock on your front door.

“Who is it?” You called, cautiously making your way over, glancing at the clock and noting that it was only 7:30 in the morning.

“Y/n?” Your stomach dropped at the sound of Jungkook’s voice.

You briefly considered not answering, but you knew from previous experience that he would wait on the other side of that door for as long as necessary just to see you, having stayed with you through more than one meltdown in the past.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. “What do you want, Kookie?” You asked quietly, looking up at him. He looked almost as tired as you felt, faint shadows visible under his eyes.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” He asked, keeping his voice soft, but you could see the tension in his eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping back to let him in.

He made his way to the living room out of habit, with you following behind, before finally turning to face you. You spotted your reflection in the mirror over his shoulder, showing you how small and nervous you looked, like a cornered animal.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said simply. It wasn’t a question, but there was clearly one attached to the statement.

“I was just giving some time.” You said lamely, wincing at the feeble excuse.

“Time for what?”

“To make up for my stupid mistake at the party.”

“You mean when you ran out?” He asked. “That was my fault, I shouldn’t have dumped everything on you so suddenly like that.”

“It’s more than that.” You said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it?” He studied you for a moment before asking quietly. “Do you… not like me that way?”

“No!” You said quickly. “I do, fuck I do, but that’s the problem.”

“You’ve lost me.” He said.

“Koo, it’s just-” You sighed, struggling with your words. “It just doesn't make any sense, we’re too… different”

“No, we aren’t,” He argued. “You’ve said it yourself, if anything, we're too alike.”

“I meant, because I’m…” Your words died off.

“Because you’re bigger?” He finished, understanding crossing his expression before shifting to sadness as he saw your eyes drop. He knew about your struggles with your self image, but he’d never thought they’d be an issue between the two of you. He was always trying to compliment you and let you know how amazing he thought you were.

“Y/n, you know I love you for you right?” He said gently.

“But what if that’s not enough?” You asked “What if you just think you want me? What if you get tired of not being able to do cute coupley things with me because I’m too heavy? What if-?”

Jungkook suddenly moved forward, causing you to backpedal until you were pinned between him and the wall.

“Look at me.” He breathed, staring down at you, completely serious. “There is no universe where I wouldn’t find you fucking gorgeous, you hear me? I have always, and will always love and want you, and nothing will ever change that. Even when we’re super old and gray and wrinkly, I will still be fucking awestruck by you.”

You let out a weak laugh at that, despite the tears gathering in your eyes.

“So, will you let me love you?” He asked, looking at you tenderly.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smashed his mouth to yours, holding onto you for dear life as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he traced the shape of your lips with his, causing you to let out a tiny whine.

Wanting to further prove his point, his hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, catching behind your knees and hoisting you up so you were held up by him. You let out a squeak of shock, wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.

“See?” He asked, grinning at you proudly. “Don’t you dare say that you're too heavy for me.”

“You’re insane.” You laughed, shaking your head at him.

“You love it.” He grinned, letting you pull him back in for another kiss.

[horny4hetfield]

Reflections

Finally fulfilling a request for a backstory. I hope this answers some questions from the "Snow Way to Escape" start...

Warnings: The ending NSFW, p in v sex, Anxiety mentioned.

Reflections

Here I lie.  In a bed in a private overwater hut in the tropical heat of the Maldives.  Naked.  He’s lying on my body, also naked.  His head between my breasts, the silvered hairs on his head tickling my chin.  One tattooed arm looped under my right arm.  The other draped over my side, that tattooed hand resting on my left bicep.  His stomach pressing into my groin.  Our legs a tangled puzzle.  The air filled with the scent of tropical flowers, salt from the sea, and the aftermath of our last round of lovemaking.  Sex.  Fucking. Probably round number six for the day.  He’s sound asleep.  I kiss the top of his head, with memories of how I got pinned here under this megarocksuperstargod flooding my brain.

Derek, a former co-worker, had wanted me to go to a charity car show event.  Derek was taking his girl Sasha.  I needed a date, soooo, he called in a favor.  Long story short, James ended up being my plus one.  Or I was his plus one?  We never did get that sorted.  He was reserved when we first met.  Not sure if I was fan or not.  But that changed when I about dove under the hood of the 1953 Buick Skylark that was on display at the car show.  I love a well put together automobile.  That the car is painted purple helped!

“You like it?” James asked me, with a grin growing on his mug.

“It’s beautifully done!” I smiled as I tried again to get closer to it, but respecting the rope line.

“You want a closer look?” James grinned as he easily stepped over the rope line.  I guess I had a dumbfounded look on my face.  “It’s ok.”  His grin going what I came to know as his psycho grin.  “It’s my car” as he held out his hand to me.  Derek nudged my shoulder.  I stepped over the rope line and James pointed out all the modifications that he actually did himself.  Opening the driver’s door “Have a seat” he smiled at me.  “Would you like to fire it up?”

“Sure!  But I can’t reach the pedals” I giggled, wiggling my feet a good foot from the pedals.

“Skooch over then.”  I slid over to the passenger side as James stepped into the car.  The car rumbled to life.  James told me more about the car as he revved the engine.  He finally turned the engine off.  “What do you think?”

I gave him a sidelong glance, “Meh.”  Then bust out laughing at the look on his face.  “It’s gorgeous!” I grinned broadly at him, my eyes flaring wide at him.

“I’ll have to show you my other cars!” he grinned from ear to ear.

The rest of that day, James and I wandered the car show checking out the other vehicles on display.  He admitted that he’s not done any cars in recent years and his welding is now used making tables for charity auctions, or repairing the heavy equipment he uses at both his Colorado and California homes. 

I don’t know when or where Derek and Sasha left us during the show.  I took some ribbing from him the next work day.  James took me out to dinner that night.  We had sushi.

Over the next two weeks, James would call or text me inviting me out to dinner about every other day.  There was something beneath the rockstargod mask that he wore in public that pulled me in.  He made me laugh.  Granted, most of the time it was his kooky really bad dad jokes.  There was an innocence in him.  It’s still there.  It’s hidden unless he’s alone with someone that he’s super comfortable with.

The band headed out for the European leg of the tour.  James would call or text me everyday.  When they returned to the states from Europe, James asked me to join him on the road.  I had some PTO accrued, so I took it.  Being on a tour is mind boggling.  The sheer number of people in the stadium stands every show night.  The sheer number of people that keep the production running.  The fact that there’s a routine that sets up is a help.  But it’s still mind dumbing.

As summer began to fade, James begin asking me about the possibility of staying with him when he returned to Colorado.  Hindsight being 20/20, I now know that he was terrified of having all that time off.  Alone.  His divorce long since finaled.  The recent girlfriend being shifted out of his life.  His kids having their own lives.  The other band members having family commitments that he didn’t want to intrude on.  I remember there was something in his eyes when he asked me.  The vulnerability peeped through.  I said yes.

That’s when the comparisons started.  “Well, the wife would fold the sheets this way.”  “The ex would keep the ketchup in the cupboard, not the fridge.”  My constant come back:  “They aren’t me and I’m not them.”  Those comparisons would pop up randomly.

But my moving into his Colorado house was almost our undoing.  It started out great.  We’d go on hikes.  He’d take me to the best steak houses for dinner.  Almost like he was showing me off.  I went with him when he took his big ass truck in to the dealership for some warranty work.  He was talking with the service dept guy and I was left in the show room.  That was a mistake!  That’s when I bought my Shelby.  Since I basically paid cash for the car, I was the one who drove us home that day. The truck had to stay for some parts to arrive.

“You gonna let me drive this?” James asked on that drive home.

“You gonna let me drive your big ass truck?” I gently snarked back.

“I don’t even let Lars drive my truck!” he laughed.

“Well, like me, Lars wouldn’t be able to reach the peddles!”  We both laughed.  I finally let him drive the Shelby at Christmas.

He’d get snappy when I had to spend hours doing my job.  The comparisons to the ex’s soon became a daily thing.  About everything.  The laundry.  The dishes. How I cooked.  The cleaning.  When the mail got pulled from the mailbox.  It was like he was angry that I wasn’t treating him as a megasuperstarrockgod like the way he’d been treated on tour by everyone.  Only Lars, James’ tech and security guy would knock him back down to reality. And they weren’t there.  I was.

The almost final straw happened when we had gone grocery shopping.  I had picked up something that he snorted at.  So, I put it on the belt and paid for it myself after he’d paid for the other items.  I used cash.  Don’t know why, but I did.  That night before going to bed was the first time that he counted his cash before going to bed.  That had hurt.  It was also the first time I ever played like I was asleep when his hands started groping my body.  The bigger dig was his re-counting his cash in the morning. I moved my stuff out of his bedroom into a spare bedroom in the basement about a week later.  He didn’t seem to notice.

A week after that is when a freak September snow storm had foiled my plans to leave.  It was like the universe said “No.”  I had walked out the front door of his house to see that a two foot drift of snow had accumulated in front of the garage door.  It was snowing so hard that I couldn’t see the end of the driveway.  My little Shelby wouldn’t have made it very far in that snowfall.  For a second I had considered taking his big ass truck.  He could have slammed the front door shut leaving me outside instead of standing there yelling at me.  As I had passed him on my way back into his house, I had slapped my goodbye note into his chest.  The next afternoon, we started repairing our relationship.  We were honest with each other.  With ourselves.  Some discussions ended in tears.  Some with laughter.  He won a few.  I had changed his mind on a few.  There are still topics that we have agreed to disagree on and just won’t bring up.

The longest conversation was about anxiety.  We both suffer from it.  His a little more broad than mine.  That discussion was actually very calm.  Neither of us raising our voices.  Both of us shedding tears at some point.  We stayed up all night talking.  Him relating times on the road where he’d been almost paralyzed with fear that he wasn’t good enough.  How the other three had basically pulled him cringing onstage.  The times he’d cried himself to sleep after shows wondering if he could carry on.  The temptations of the road hard to ignore.  And at times, largely given in to.  He did tell me that he is grateful that I feel no need to keep alcohol around.  I assured him that I’m not missing out on anything by not keeping liquor around.  His other road addictions – gambling, strip clubs, food – I have promised him I will help with those.  He whole heartedly and gratefully agreed.

And now.  Here I am.  Pinned in a bed on a tropical island by James’ body.  He snores softly into my boob.  I caress his silvered locks.  The sun makes my diamond encrusted eternity band glitter.  His promise ring to me.  That he’ll work to earn my forgiveness every day.

I have already forgiven him.  I forgave him completely months ago.  But, he doesn’t want to hear it.  So, I will keep it to myself.  I whisper into his hair “You’re doing great James” kissing the top of his head.

I feel his lips curve into a smile against my breast.  His head rocks back and those glorious blue eyes open “Thank you.”  He kisses me.  Then his big blue eyes look deeply into mine.  “What are you thinking?”

“How I got here” I murmur softly, smiling at him, my fingers gently playing with his hair.

He slowly slides to my right giving me a wonky grin, “Well, first it was the truck to the airport, then a great big plane, to a smaller plane…”

Laughing loudly, I gently smack his bicep.  He kisses me again, his eyes twinkling, chuckling softly.  This bad-dad-joke telling dork of a supermegarockstargod holding me.

I caress his cheeks, pulling his face to mine, kissing him.  He eagerly kisses me back.  His hands gently squeezing me.  His lips find my neck.  Nibbling, licking, sucking, leaving little love marks all over my skin.  I moan in his hold.  My fingers gently digging into his shoulders as my body arches against his.  My fingers find his silvered locks, snarling into them.  Holding his head to my neck.  He shifts his body back between my legs.  His teeth gently nibble the magic spot.  I groan loudly as my body sags in his hold.  His big hands gently find my breasts.  Then his tattooed fingers gently start working my nipples.  Squeezing.  Rolling.  Tugging.  Each action pulling another groan from my mouth.  Each action pulling my hips up into his body.  His lips loudly start working towards my nipples.  He moves from one nipple to other, leaving little licks and nibbles between my breasts.  I place a million little kisses to his hair on the top of his head.  My lips tasting like the salt in his locks.  From sweat after fucking.  Our swim in the ocean.  James slowly lifts his body to his knees, holding his weight on his elbows, his lips still working on my flesh.  I suck in a sharp breath as his teeth nibble my right nipple, my body squirming in his hold.  His tongue gently flicking my nipple trapped in his teeth pulling a loud moan from my lips.  Pulling up, he lets my nipple literally pop from his lips.  Then his lips are kissing mine as his knees budge up against my legs, spreading them, his hands pressing down on my hips keeping them pinned to the bed.  Almost painfully slowly, James works his way down my body leaving nibble marks all over my flesh.  His hands hold my legs open.  He actually slows as he approaches the juncture between my legs.  I whimper as I struggle happily in his hold.  Then gasp loudly as the pointy tip of his tongue dips into the top of my cleft.  His groan reverberates through my body as his mouth locks on to my pussy.  Another gasp is pulled from my throat that becomes a moan as my body arches up from the bed.  His hands hold my hips down as his tongue works its magic on me.  Slowly.  It’s too much and not enough at the same time.  My sight blurs and my mind stops actively functioning.  It only concentrates on what his tongue is doing to my sex flesh.  My fingers tangle into his hair, pulling.  I feel his chuckle just before I explode into his mouth.  I feel his suction on my pussy increase as I flood his face.  The pressure on my cunt continues as he overstimulates me.  I scream as another climax slams into me.  He slowly eases me down from that high.  Then chuckling softly wipes his mustache on my inner thigh making me giggle and squirm.  He licks away the mess.  He lifts his head looking up my body.  Those stunning blue eyes locking with mine as he starts to grin madly at me.  Rising fully to his knees, his eyes not leaving mine as he grabs my legs.  Then flips me over.  I squeak.  He quickly pulls me up his thighs, guiding his cock into me, pushing his rigid dick all the way into me.  Deep into me.  Stretching me.  My breaths come out in hitched gasps.  I feel his heavy balls gently swinging between my thighs.  I push my body back against his with my arms, my fingers clutching the sheets, my teeth finding the pillow as I whine loudly.  His fingers wrap around my hips digging in deeply holding my hips close to his pelvis.  I struggle in his hold.  “Tell me” he growls softly at me.  I whine.  His large hand smacks my ass hard.  “Tell me” the growl becomes lower.

“Faahck me James!  Fuck me hard!” I almost scream.

“Happily” he grunts as he starts rutting into me.  Hard.  Fast.  Deep.  I can only whine in his hold.  Happily whine.  His rhythm steadily harsh.  I struggle some in his grasp.  I wrap my feet around his legs and pull.  “ahhh.  Gonna be that way are you?”  I nod vigorously, knowing he can’t see the grin on my own face.  He keeps thrusting harshly into my cunt.  His big hand finds my butt again.  I bark in shock at the pain flaring in my ass cheek, my back arching deeply.  “Liked that did you?” he growls at me.  I again nod vigorously, panting hard.  He smacks my other cheek.  Another sharp bark is pulled from me.  He ruts harder into me, his hands digging deep into my hips pulling another loud gasp from me.  His grunts get more feral.  He hoists my hips up his thighs as I am sliding down his sweaty skin.  My own body coated in a sheen of sweat.  I reach back and paw at his knees, my fingers not finding purchase on his slick skin.  His fingers find my clit as I feel his cock thicken inside me.  Stretching me more.  Twitching deep inside me.  His strokes get sloppy.  His fingers on one hip tighten.  His other fingers find my clit.  We both slam over into orgasm together.  He roars.  I scream.  Loudly.  He thrusts a couple more times into me.  Deep.  Then he lets me slide down his thighs slowly to the bed.  His cock sliding out of me.  His body lowers over mine.  His breath hot on my back, cooling the sweat.  His fingers gently tangle into my hair, pushing it up over the pillow.  His head comes down on my left shoulder.  I look over my left shoulder into his blue eyes.  “hi” he mumbles.

“hey” I groan sleepily.  My arms and legs feeling like they are filled with lead.

His fingers gently making lazy circles on my back make me shiver and giggle.  His lips gently kiss my shoulder.  My neck.  He rolls me over.  His large hand palms up my body from my hip over my stomach stopping momentarily to squeeze my boob before gently wrapping around my neck, sliding around to the back of my head.  His lips find mine.  Gently.  Tenderly.  Sucking on my lower lip softly.  My body arches under his hand which he flares open wide into my sternum pressing down gently on me.  I whimper and gently kiss his lips, my hands wrapping around his head.  His hands wrap around my back as he keeps kissing me.  I feel his hips slide from the bad.  He pulls me with him.  I wrap my legs around his waist.  I’m still kissing him as James carries me out of our private overwater hut.  Into the Arabian Sea.

I swim to the surface, sputtering out water.  “Ya could warn a girl!” I laugh.

James is also laughing, “I’m taking you for a swim!”

[zorciarkrildrush]

DJ Crazy Times could you please make the Times a bit less Crazy. My good man just a skooch. All of the dream.

[himfromppg]

What do you think about how you looked in the Cartoon Network "Super Smash Bros" clone, "CN Punch Time Explosion XL" ?

Personally, I think you looked pretty good for a 3D model. (Credit goes to Skooch on YouTube for the video snapshots.)

I like it! No. I LOVE it!

[ratatatastic]

biiiiiiiiiggggg skooch for the captain

boston bruins @ florida panthers game 2 | 5.8.24

[st5lker]

real chair sitters know i love to skooch

[checkoutmybookshelf]

So I'm reading The Librarians and the Lost Lamp by Greg Cox, and it's a tie-in novel so like, my expectations were low to begin with and I'm largely enjoying myself, but then we get Flynn remembering that Judson tested him using literally THE most famous Puck quote in existence and I just can't help going, "if that's the fucking test, I should be like, the uber librarian because if I can't finish 'if we shadows have offended' then someone needs to take me to the hospital because I've sustained a massive blow to the head."

And I know, I KNOW that the book is aimed at the lowest common denominator, and I shouldn't get thrown when that becomes apparent, but COME ON. At least pick somethig from the quartet scene or a Titania section. Still pretty well known, but just a skooch less obvious...

[vicenovirtues]

Morgan hated liars. But she can’t deny that she’s one. She thinks she had a good reason to keep secrets from Vice, she also thinks she had a good reason to lie to him.

Maybe she only felt bad because he found out that she was lying. Or maybe she knew she was wrong for it, she should’ve just told him when he asked. It was a good opening and opportunity to tell him anyway.

She slipped on her new boots that she got from Ma Kent and walked outside the house, holding a plate of revel bars, and walk towards where Vice was.

But then the boy deliberately didn’t listen to her and said some stuff that weren’t supposed to hurt but it did anyway and she remembered the time he told her she was being overbearing.

So Morgan wanted to give him some space.

Wow, you really did give him space by talking to him as Carnival— you’re such an idiot— hey Mags will give Vice space but not Carnival!—

She found him, walking towards him and extended her hand with the plate to Vice. “Here,” she said, tone and face neutral.

When Lucy gets mad at her, she doesn’t experience this because the toddler forgets she was ever mad at Morgan. But Vice was different and it’s honestly making her nervous.

@morgsdrew

Vice had retreated to the barn after yesterday's... disagreement. Holing himself up with the Kent's herd of sheep, watching them from his perch atop a haybale. He idly twists some of the stems between his fingers.

He awkwardly looks up as Morgan approaches, looking a little pathetic.

'She's still mad at me' is the only thought that crosses his mind. He looks down at the plate in her extended hand and tilts his head. The bars look delicious, but that's no surprise considering Vice likes all of Morgan's cooking.

"...Thanks."

He takes a bar and silently skooches over a bit on the haybale, silently providing enough space for her to sit next to him if she wanted too. He bites into the bar and it's delicious, as usual for anything Morgan makes.

"Oh, I like this, this is yummy."

He sits in awkward silence once again, unsure of what to say. He's still pretty convinced that Morgan is mad at him for not listening to her, but she did just make him a snack...

Do angry people do that?

[mysticalsoot]

sick at space camp

a self-indulgent boarding school au fic

A/N; yes this takes place at a space camp boarding school and no I will not be disclosing exactly why other than autism. anywho I may do more of this specific boarding school au- who knows? also I just made up names for reader's family like figures lmao

summary; reader and wil get sick and have wholesome moments, wilbur is very whiny and sickly.

tw// swearing?? sickness. wilbur is whiny but when is he not

words; 2.5k

pairings; wilbur x gn!reader

dedicated to @lvrboysoot as always<3

masterlist

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Wilbur's immune system was shit, that was a well-known fact. So going to a boarding school filled with (most likely) germy kids wasn't the best decision on his part, but nevertheless, here he was laying in his bunk, coughing out his lungs as you were shivered up in your own bunk. 

The two of you caught some sort of cold—probably from running in the rain the week prior, Wilbur's idea—and both of you were paying for it. The two of you were quarantined to your dorm, which you shared with a few other kids, and we're also left out of activities for the day or as long as it takes for you both to get better. And hopefully, for you, it would be soon. Right now as you shiver and sniffle, you're missing out on getting to meet scientists and astronauts—and part of you began to resent Wilbur and his romantic ideals that landed the two of you in bed. 

You heard him cough again, followed by a stuffy-sounding groan, "Next time you get an idea for a romantic escapade, let's not do it during a storm?" You pipe up, peeking around the wall that separates your bunk from the desk underneath his.

Wilbur simply grunts, covering his face with his hands, "Then don't agree to it," He turns over to lay on his front, head shoved into his pillow.

"Well, I didn't know it was going to rain when you convinced me to sneak out!" You sit up, skooching closer to the end of your bed, taking your tissues with you, "I told you that you'd regret sneaking out," You shake your head in disapproval, a smile painted on your lips, watching as he turns around again, this time onto his back. He can't seem to get comfortable and he grunts when he goes to sit up, not feeling even an ounce of comfort in his bed.

"No one caught us," He pauses as you stand, and only a few steps later you're climbing the ladder to his top bunk, reaching the tissues out for him to take. He takes the box and nods his head as a thank you, "I don't know why you complain so much about it." He shrugs as he sneezes into one of the tissues he took from the box.

"Becauuuse," You draw out the word, leaning away from the ladder as you hold onto the side of it, dramatically leaning your head back before snapping it back to face him, "It's against the rules, there's a curfew for a reason, bee."

He smiles softly at the nickname, a faint fluttering in his chest at the word—he feels happy despite the aches that radiate in his body. You back down from the ladder, walk back to your bunk, and wrap yourself in your blanket as you sit on the side, looking up at him.

"How the fuck are we going to pass the time," He pauses, his eyes meeting yours despite the distance between his bunk and yours, "It's already noon and I don't think I can sleep anymore, man."

You giggle slightly, shrugging your shoulders, "We could work on our space law project. We haven't finished that."

He grumbles, shaking his head, "Hell no, for the love of God, anything but that," Wilbur sits up, pulling his legs to rest against his chest and he keeps his gaze locked on you. Despite your sickly skin and puffy under eyes—you're beautiful, in every meaning of the word. He simply stays there admiring you, eyes shining with a glint of love and joy.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," You shake your head, rolling your eyes and you too, admire him. Your eyes locked on his, his patchy cheeks bright and pink, his own under eyes puffy too, the tip of his nose bright red. The two of you look sickly, but you both still manage to find the beauty in each other despite the patchy color and puffy eyes.

He sits up straight, stiff and his face falls into a look of blank seriousness, "You signed me up to argue our case, I wouldn't be the one to say it's 'not that bad'," Wilbur keeps his gaze locked on yours, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, Wil," You lift yourself off your bed, walking over to the ladder of his bunk again, wrapping yourself in your blanket just a bit tighter, "You're great at public speaking, and don't get me started on how well you are at persuading people," You chuckle lightly, sarcasm dripping from your last statement.

"You're so mean," He mumbles to you as he rubs his face with his hands, settling to hide his face in his hands.

"And a mean person who doesn't love you at all would—despite their better judgment—sneak out with you past curfew to run across campus, in the rain may I add, so you can have your hopeless romantic fantasy of dancing under the Saturn V?" You raise an eyebrow at him, smile wide and playful and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Touche," He slinks down to lay on his back, "I'm surprised your dad hasn't found out about that," Wilbur lets a soft smirk show through as his eyes slide shut.

"He doesn't and will never know, okay? Don't even tell Evan, he'll spill it immediately just to spite me," You shake your head, reminded of the glares your uncle-like figure has given Wilbur is the boy so much as hugs you. It's merely a joke between you—while he does care deeply about you, he cares about all his students and could care less if you and Wilbur snuck out. Although, your dad will care because he is legally responsible for you.

"No sane person would tell Evan a secret, or do something to get on his bad side," Wilbur jokingly shivers at the thought, smiling wide yet his eyes still shut.

"You telling him is like an immediate incrimination of yourself—I'd get off scot-free because in his mind—" You say the next part in a singsong voice, tilting your head in a teasing manner, "I can do no wrong~" You pause, gesturing your hand towards him, smiling, "But you on the other hand, oh boy, you might as well be the devil,"

"It's only because we're dating and he's overprotective of you," He huffs, crossing his arms, although the smile he holds only grows.

"Yeah, yeah, he just knows if I'm hurt under his supervision he's in biiiig trouble," You laugh to yourself, leaning against the ladder again.

"Your dad is kind of scary, so I don't blame him," Wilbur shrugs, discarding another tissue into the bin next to him.

"My dad? Scary?" You huff, shaking your head with a smile, "That man, is the equivalent of a cotton candy bear," 

Wilbur raises his eyebrows, "That sure is one comparison," 

"Well, it's true!" You counter and then a comfortable silence blankets the two of you. You tap the metal of the ladder before dropping down to your feet and going back to sit on the edge of your bunk. You curl back into the corner, wrapping yourself in your blanket, and hiding away from Wilbur's loving eyes.

You both rest in your respective bunks for a good while, the room entirely silent besides the occasional coughs and sneezes. It's not long before you're dozing off, your eyes desperate to slide shut.

A moment later, you're met with the feeling of warmth next to you and a shuffling sound following it. You open your eyes and you are far from surprised when your vision is net with a sickly Wilbur curled in his blanket, trying to squeeze into the bunk with you.

"It got lonely," He mumbles as he slips under your blanket with you, his head resting on your chest and his arm draping over your middle. You smile softly down at him, wrapping your hands in his frizzy hair. 

"Did it get lonely or are you just clingy?" You laugh lightly as he nuzzles against your chest, his legs tangling with yours.

"Rude," He let out a soft laugh, and now with him wrapped around you, you're wide awake, "I missed you,"

"Soo, clingy?" You smile wide, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I hate you," Despite his words, Wilbur holds a warm smile as he speaks, simply tightening his grip on you and nuzzling his face against your chest.

"I hate you too," You smile softly, slinking down slightly and he readjusts against you. 

"Objection," He smiles up at you, "You love me."

You shake your head, "Mm, nope, pretty sure all I feel for you is loathful hate."

"How dare you," His tone is playful and he lays his cheek on your shoulder.

Silence blankets the room again, interrupted by sniffling from him and chattering of your teeth. You pull the blankets up further, trying to wrap yourself in any sort of warmth you can. Wilbur notices this and wraps his arms around you even more, doing his best to warm you.

Something about the domestic nature of this; of being sick and in your lover's arms, is somehow calming. You feel like shit, but being next to Wilbur makes it all better. Being able to run your fingers through his hair, brush his warm cheeks with your hands, or just look down at him and admire him—feels like a blessing in itself.

You place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, resting your chin against him moments later, "You wanna watch a movie?"

He nods, smiling, "Space Camp 1986?" He tilts his head up to meet your eyes.

You laugh, "Don't tell Evan."

"Who said I was gonna tell the man who hates that movie more than anything, that I, his precious favorite student's boyfriend, suggested it in the first place?" He huffs as he shakes his head, sitting up and scooting off the bunk and grabbing his laptop off the desk, sneaking back into your bunk a moment later.

"You are a shit liar," You huff, smiling wide as you let him wrap his arm around you and you open the laptop, putting in the password and scrolling through Netflix as Wilbur holds you.

His chin rests on the top of your head, "I'm a good liar, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm, okay, whatever you say. Live in your little fantasy world, Wil," You continue your scrolling, doing your best to find the movie but so far not finding it.

"You know, you can search for it," His lips curl up in a mischievous grin and you huff, continuing your scrolling on a search for your watch again section.

"I know it's here, asshole," You briefly glance over to him, glaring for a split second with a grin of your own plastered on your features. You scroll down a couple more lines until you find it and when you do, you stick your tongue out at Wilbur, taunting him. "Told ya!" You select the movie and let it begin playing while you push the laptop to lay on your knees. You wrap your arms around Wilbur and rest your head against his chest and he follows suit, his own arms wrapping tightly around you in a warm embrace.

"You still could've looked it up," He whispers against your hair as he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head and you grumble at him.

"Yeah, yeah, now shush, the movie's playing," You nuzzle in further next to him and focus your attention on the movie. The little girl at the beginning wishes to touch the stars like John Glenn, and then the pilot and her husband and how she too wishes to touch the stars—but has yet to be picked by NASA while the rest of her male colleagues have seemed to all get their chance.

You lay there in comforting silence, breathing and sniffles of noses the only things heard aside from the movie playing in front of you and your lover. It's quiet and comforting. So serene and domestic.

The movie continues on and when you've gotten to the point the crew of kids gets stuck in the space shuttle; you look up at Wilbur.

"You're so pretty…" You whisper as you gaze up at him, his fingers twirling into the hair atop your head, his gaze mindlessly locked on the computer screen.

He looks down at you, cheeks dusting pink, "You think so?" Wilbur's expression is unsure and you smile softly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

You nod softly, "I know so," You run your thumb over his cheek, face rough from having yet to shave today.

"How do you know?" He whispers back, and you sit up, your hand falling to rest on his shoulder. The movie still plays in the background.

"How wouldn't I know?" You pose the question resting your legs over his and pulling him in for his head to rest against your chest. You run your fingers through his frizzy curls.

"Mm, I don't know," He pauses, arm wrapping around your back, "Maybe cause I'm not, especially right now,"

You huff a laugh, hand grazing at his cheek, the warmth on his skin either from nervousness or sickness, and neither of you could tell, "You're kidding, right," You pause, and he shakes his head, "Love, you're sick. Give yourself a break," You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head, "And fyi, you're pretty all the time, even sick," 

He hides his face in the fabric of your shirt, blushing wildly, "I don't deserve you," The words are mumbled and if you weren't so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him.

"Of course you do, you deserve the multiverse, darling," He shakes his head.

"Nope," 

You huff a small laugh, "Are we really gonna do this?"

"Yup," He lifts his head, smiling wide.

"Alright," You smile, eyes sliding shut and then you open them, looking down at Wilbur, "I love you more than anything and you deserve everything in the multiverse and then some, end of story,"

He fakes a pout, "I didn't even get to argue,"

Your smile is just as evident, if not more so and you place a gentle kiss to his forehead, "That's the point," You take a moment when you process the burning of his skin, and you place the back of your palm to his forehead, "You've got a fever," Your smile turns down into a frown.

Wilbur whines, "Don't make me go to sick bay, pleaaaaaase," 

"Wil," You brush some of his curls out of his face, "If you have a fever, you have to go,"

He shakes his head, resting against your shoulder, "Just let me stay here longer, just a bit more?"

You nod, "Fine, but when the movie's over, sick bay, asap."

"Agreed," He puts out his pinky and you wrap your own around his.