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STICKY -p.js, s.jy-
pairingâ boxer!jay x fem!reader x boxer!jake
synopsis: The good looking neighbors never know when to shut up so instead they shut you up
genre: smut minors do not interact, boxer/boys next door au, p without plot
wc: 11.2k
-all warnings below cut-
warnings: profanity, kissing, sweat, mention of injuries, mention and scene of violence/fighting(boxing)
smut warnings: filthy, unprotected sex (safety first), p in v, threesome, dom!jay, soft dom!jake, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral (f+m rec.), deep throating, praising, slight degradation, cum eating, usage of nicknames (babe, sweetheart, nasty girl, sweet girl)
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Groggily opening your eyes, the sleep that once engulfed you now faded away to the muffle loud ruckus. Your eyebrows knitted roughly before taking a look at the time before a deep sigh let your mouth.
Realizing and knowing your neighbors are not going to finish until the crack of dawnâlike always. Your chair screeched as you roughly stepped out of your apartment, walking over to apartment 512.
Rubbing your sore neck from the sleeping position you were awakened from,âDo they ever know when to be quiet?â You mumbled, your hands dragging down your face as you tried to ignore the evident loud grunts and sound of rubber colliding drawing closer with each step
At first, you thought having two good looking neighbors wouldâve been the best thing to ever happen in your life. Always trying to catch
a glimpse of them in the beginning until the loud ruckus began not even an hour after they moved in.
Trying to give them the benefit of the doubt that itâd just be every now and then while they get accustomed into the new apartment, but when it kept happening every single waking hour possible in the day, you began to grow agitated.
You donât know how many times youâve complained to them about the noise or how many times they promised to keep the noise down to a minimum as you promised to not file a noise complaint but they never filled their end of the bargain and youâre tired of it.
Banging roughly on their door, hoping they could hear it past the already loud noise in there and just to your luck, a few seconds later, there was no response.
As you continued to bang at the door, determined to not leave until they opened up, the door opened in a haste but it was too late for you to stop your hand. Suddenly mimicking the knocking motion on a hard chest, you yanked your hand away.
The male in front of you smirked, looking down at the pec you knocked on, âDonât think this one is going to answer, why donât you try the other one?â He rested his head against his leaning arm, the sweat trickling down his forehead down to his jaw, tracing it down during its way
Your eyebrows furrowed seeing the new face. This was not either of your neighbors.
âWhoâs at the door, Hoon?â You heard a breathless accented voice from inside the apartment and able to immediately recognize it from the sheer amount of times you heard it
âPromise to keep quietâ and âDidnât mean to be so loud babeâ
All empty lies from himâJake.
âDonât know but sheâs cuteâ The said Hoon chuckled as he stared at you, his eyes traveling up and down your figure drinking in your appearance
The small compliment managed to tickle your brain as you tried to stop the heating from fully reaching your cheeks. âWhatâs your name?â The male leaned his head to level with yours but before you could comprehend a plausible answer, he was pulled away and there you saw the familiar face
Sharp jawline, piercing eyes, ruffled hair with a freshly new undercut drenched in sweat. The bulging biceps from the clinging tank top where you could outline every dip and crevice on his sculpture body.
âJayâ You squeaked out causing a light smirk to form on his face as he ushered his friend Hoon away from the door but not before he shot a wink towards your way waving out his thumb and pinky close to his ear, mouthing the words call me
âSorry about⊠Just ignore himâ Jay panted out, using the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat hanging from his chin
You gulped trying to keep your eyes leveled with his and to not look at the clear muscle definition sticking out with his every movement.
âHeâs the least of my concern right nowâ You mumbled, which in fact was true, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt before clearing your throat, âHow many times do I have to tell you guys to keep it down?â
âSorry about that sweetheart-â
âIâve told you and Jake to stop calling me those namesâ You huffed out causing Jay to chuckle using his fingers to brush away the hair sticking to his skin showcasing his sweat filled face
Your eyes looked over and saw a scratch on his forehead that was covered before. âIt was a rough matchâ Jay spoke noticing your interest on the cut, âBut don't worry, I wonâ He pumped his pride filled chest out, a side smile appearing on his face
âI-I didnât- I donât careâ You looked away to anywhere that wasnât him already feeling the heat spreading throughout your body, âJust stop or keep it down tonight, pleaseâ
âOh?â Jay raised an eyebrow, never hearing you beg before but quickly loving how you sound, âYou really want us to shut up, donât you?â
âSo damn badlyâ You softly let out making Jay raise his hands up in defense as his wordless apology
âWeâll try but no promisesâ He smiled hoping itâd satisfy you a little but only received an annoyed eye roll as you walked back to your place
Jayâs hand gripped the door frame, his body leaning forward to watch your hips swaying as you walked away, âByeâ He called out earning a warning glare as you opened the door and slammed it
He smirked to himself, closing his own door. âYou guys must be annoying to live next toâ Hoon commented as he rested up a chair waiting for Jay to return
âShut up Sunghoonâ Jay sneered earning a howl from his friend hearing the harsher tone used towards him unlike the softer voice used with you
âJust stating the factsâ Sunghoon raised his hands up in surrender, âBut whatâs her name?â
âSheâs so my typeâ
âFuck off Hoonâ Jake striked a direct hit towards the punching bag, the rubber sound echoing out before sending another strike as he spoke, âShe wouldnât want youâ
âOh Iâm sorry, did she tell you that?â Sunghoon raised his eyebrows towards Jake, âWhy wonât she be into me? Because Iâm not some fucking boxer like you two?â
Jay walked over to his discarded wraps of a glove, wrapping the white fabric around his hand and knuckles with precision making sure not a single piece of skin showing, âExactlyâ Jay threw the boxing curved towards Sunghoon who grunted when he revived them on his stomach
âNow get up, I need to practiceâ
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Coming back from a tiring day, you were ready to fall asleep the moment you met your bed. You let out a heavy sigh of relief seeing your front door in view. Just as you took a step forward, the door next to yours opened wide.
âHurry up Jayâ Jake yelled holding the door opened but it whacked behind him once he caught sight of you
He hissed at the collision and rubbed the back of his head, you sucked your teeth into a hiss but being the boxer he is, he must be used to it.
âIt doesnât kill you to hold open the doorâ You heard Jayâs voice once the door opened again, âFucking move-â Jay shoved the frozen Jake out of the way and there he saw you looking at them standing not far away from them
You looked between the two males, now noticing the different duffle bags they each held. Jake having a lighter washed out green with his name largely written in the front and Jay having a blacked out one with different designs all around, âWe have a match todayâ You looked back up to Jake whoâs hand that now hovered over his head noticing your lingering eyes
Your lack of response made them shift to stand side by side with each other, reminding you of the times, very few times why you were happyâalmost glad that they were your neighbors in the first place.
Not only one but two good looking boys next door who just so happen to be boxers, with raging muscles that called for you to claw at was the wildest and grandest fantasy you could ever have which became your reality when your two lovely neighbors showed up at your doorstep introducing themselves.
Opting to stay quiet, you slowly nodded your head and took a step in the opposite direction of them but stopped when you heard one of them speak up, âWanna wish us good luck babe?â
âThis matchâŠâ Jake looked off to the side catching Jayâs glance towards him, âIt might be the biggest one of our careerâ Jake said turning his gaze back onto you and you furrowed your eyebrows noticing a glint of sparkle in his eyes
Why want you to wish them luck? You had no grand power towards them. âUh good luck?â Your supposed support ended in hesitance rather than a welcoming gesture
âWho do you think will win? Me or Jake?â Jay suddenly chipped in, wrapping his arm around his friend where it allowed you to focus on the bicep growing in size
Taking a discreet gulp, you shrugged your shoulders, âI donât know, whoâs the better boxer?â Your question meaning to be harmless but noticing the sudden shift in them made you unconsciously straighten your posture
Not entirely sure why youâre deciding to entertain them but itâs definitely more fun than collapsing onto your bed.
âWhy donât you find out sweetheart?â Jayâs voice suddenly dropped into a slurred tone making your insides twist as you crossed your legs trying to hide how easy it was to leave you flustered
You hated the nicknames they used to address you but it sure did leave a squish in between your legs.
Jayâs smirk grew in size once he saw your reaction, Jake on the other hand, grew in dissatisfaction to the lack of attention towards him. He pushed Jayâs arm off his shoulder and rolled his eyes. âNo need to worry or stress about it too much, Iâll win since you knowâ Jake shrugged his shoulder while consciously flexing his arms his shirt lifting in the process showing the bottom outline of his toned stomach in a teasing manner âIâm the better boxerâ
âIâll even dedicate my win to you-â
âYou sure sound confident youâll winâ You sucked in your teeth cutting him off, tilting your head to the side, âIsnât it bad to be cocky?â Jay turned his head to the side to stifle his laugh as Jakeâs shoulder dropped along with his face
âNo- Not cocky, what- Thereâs nothing wrong with being confident of yourself â Jake defended himself making sure to put the emphasis on confident in his sentence causing you and Jay to burst out in an unexpected coordinated laugh
âAlright, if youâre so confident. Then win itâ Jay stopped his laughter instantly with a dropped jaw while Jake held back a prideful smile at the faith you have in him
âAnd whatâs in it for us?â Jay grabbed Jakeâs shoulder to pull his friend back enough for him to step up
Jake shot Jay a lookâa warning one that screamed for him to shut up.
You jerked your head back, thinking it was a terrible joke but seeing the seriousness in his face made you stop from laughing, âYou want something for me?â
âI thought pride and dignity would be enough knowing that you wonâ
Jay shook his head and Jake pulled at his friendâs shoulder muttering something incoherent to you but noticing the snapped look Jay gave Jake who glared at him made you raise an eyebrow.
Jay sighed before shaking his head, âYeah whatever, pride and dignity stuff is what mattersâ He waved off, hiking up the duffle bag from his slipping hand
âI-I mean we could play genieâŠâ You cringed at the choice of words but tried to look past it as a terrible humor attempt, âWinner gets one wish but you each grant me one wish in return no matter who winsâ
The sudden vocal admit of being able to receive something from youâof their choice triggered something into their mind, already motioning the gears sooner than when they were originally supposed to move.
âWha-Why do we both have to grant you one wish? Seems unfair to meâ Jay narrowed his eyes to hide the excitement building up in him
âYou owe me that much at leastâ You snapped back, âDo you know how much I put up with you two? I think itâs fair gameâ
âWell in boxing-â Jay started but Jake quickly covered his mouth and pulled him back showing a gleeful smile
âDonât listen to him, you got yourself a dealâ Jake extended his freehand out for you grasp while handling the frantic Jay in his arm wanting to push him away
Feeling the twist of your stomach warning of the lack of care in your words or the situation in general but a wave of excitement took over in a matter of seconds as you focused on greater matters.
What you need to buy for the upcoming birthday this week and the bulging muscles peeping out from underneath their shirts.
Grasping Jakeâs soft yet harsh hand, you both shook on it. A way too wide smile on his face and a strained one on yours. Regrets, youâve had them, you just wish this wouldnât be one of them.
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âRemember our deal Jayâ Jake reminded his friend and roommate with a smirk as his red mouthpiece showed the hidden excitement slipping out
Jay waved him off, tapping the side of his blue headgear to get in the zone. Both were aware of what could be theirs due to the grand opportunity presented to them by your terms so losing wasnât really up their alley.
âHeyâ Jay turned around hearing the call with furrowed eyebrows
Jake smirked before clicking the strap off, allowing his headgear to slip off his shoulder and down to the ground. Jayâs eyes never left Jakeâs once, his stoic face soon grew a smile noticing the insinuation, âNo gear, just gloves and mouthpieceâ
He didnât respond to Jakeâs words, only following in suit during the silence. He clicked off his headgear to land in his arm and threw it off to the side with a loud clunk as it rolled off. Jakeâs smile grew wider before kicking his own piece out to follow Jayâs.
âMay the best man winâ Jay murmured as he walked over, pushing out his glove covered hands for Jake to clink
Once the tip of their gloves touched, they both went to their respective corners in the confided boxing arena with worn out ropes outlining it thatâs long overdue for its replacement.
Jake tapped his bare stomach feeling the crevice even through his glove as he shook out his limbs to get rid of any tension that could alter his performance.
Jay twisted his neck side of side, stretching his upper body backwards enjoying the cracks of the built up pressure releasing. He let out a satisfied groan.
At the sound of the whistle, they marched over to the middle, face to face, a stern determined look that screamed louder than anything they could express through words.
At the weak ding 5 seconds later, Jake striked the first punch causing Jay to step back in haste to avoid it. âWasting no timeâ He muttered under his breath before jumping on his toes
His arms leveled with his head protecting it with the lack of extra protection from the discarded headgear. Jake was still smiling through the whole thing as he twisted his body to the side.
He trains with Jay day in and day out that they are practically one, he knows how his roommate attacks.
Jay took his infamous step forward, his arm coming from below but Jakeâs eyes caught it before it could fully land. He blocked the attack with his arm, deflecting it away.
âCâmon Jongseong, youâll have to be better than thatâ Jake spat through his mouthpiece and Jay rolled his eyes at the muffled comment
While Jake was silently laughing at his comment like it was hilarious, Jay took the opportunity to swing straight to Jakeâs side making him wince upon impact. âShitâ He grunted under his breath from the unexpected attack having Jay chuckle showing a covered teeth smile
Youâre the one thatâll have to be better than that was Jayâs famous internal monologue before tumbling back from the strike straight to his stomach knocking him off his feet landing Jake the lead up by 1 point.
The match now tied continued far longer than they wanted but it was to be expected. Grander schemes were at play and in their minds, both of them needed to win this match, the two sâ in their lives depended on this.
Social and the other s that theyâve been denying far too long forcing it to bubble all thoughts in their minds whenever youâre around.
Jay could feel the exhaustion catching up to his body, the faint metallic taste on his tongue when he licked his lips. Jake, having his sweat mixed with whatever else was spilling out of him dragged down his neck, a wild smirk on his face mimicking his crazed gaze.
Having the more stamina out of the two, he barely had a dent in his energy levels unlike his roommate. Jake sucked his bottom lip, victory never tasted so good before.
Right when Jake was going to swing his final punch to end the match and earn the last point needed for his sweet sweet win, he felt the harsh pressure straight to his head knocking him down to the ground without much thought.
His head was pounding against his skull as he landed on his knees and elbows, trying to push his body back up to continue to the match, barely able to hear the faint countdown through his ringing ear.
Jay tapped the floor repeatedly in pure excitement once time was called. He walked around the secluded arena hyping himself up from the great play.
Jake crumbled and turned his body around to face the poorly lit ceiling, âI winâ Jayâs bruised face came into view, panting heavily as he extended an arm to help the sprawled Jake up who glared up at him, shoving the helping arm away in a grunt
âFucking cheaterâ Jake grumbled, âYou swung a foul hookâ
âWe never said anything about following match rulesâ Jay twisted his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders like he did no wrongâwell technically he didnât. âI just interpreted it as a free fallâ Jakeâs face contorted in dissatisfaction at his friendâs words
Jake continued to stare up at Jay, the dim lighting behind blinded him in the process. The cocky demeanor that Jay tried to push down now slipping through that Jake could feel it in himself and he lost.
Rolling his eyes, he sat up his sore body from the hard mattress, the side of his jaw and head tingling with a sensation he tried to ignore from the reality of his loss. âCâmon Jake no hard feelings right?â
âYou remember our dealâ Being reminded while he finally stood up, Jake tapped Jayâs chest before grabbing his neck to crash and rest their sweaty foreheads together in hopes of the simple gesture being the wordless reminder of the full length of their deal
âDonât fucking ruin her before meâ Jake sneered causing Jay to smile widely as he dragged out the mouthguard, moving his mouth around to the freedom letting out a dark laugh as he stared right back into Jakeâs eyes
âWhereâs the fun in that?â
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Your mouth fell slack as Jay stood at your door all bruised up as he dropped the filled duffle bag to the ground with a loud thump, âI wonâ He breathlessly muttered but his tone secure and firm
âDid you really?â You quietly commented seeing the dried up scratches and faint bruises forming on his sculptured face with his frizzy drenched hair
Something sickening twisted inside of you as you stare not able to peel your eyes away from him. Your legs stuck tighter together, it must be a worrying pity that you were feeling but the excitement that began to rise when you opened the door to see him was undeniable.
Jay huffed snapping you out of it, âI want my wishâ
Perplexed, you blinked your eyes harshly, âWhat?â You asked wanting to make sure you heard him right through the muffling of your ears growing by the second heâs in your presence like this
âYou said letâs play genie. So letâs play genieâ
Trying to keep your jaw from dropping to the floor now realizing how your words did in fact come to bite you. Your eyes traveled around his face looking past the injuries to see pure determination. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Nerves began seeping into your brain as you tried to make sense of his blazing determination, âI-I wait- Wha-What?â You stuttered out when Jayâs head suddenly leveled with yours as he drew closer
His faint breath fanning over yours, tilting his head to the side staring off to the distance, sucking his teeth in the process, âFor my wishâŠâ Jay turned his gaze back to you, nose bumping into each in the process from the closeness, âTake care of meâ
You gulped harshly at his conceding words. There felt to be an underlying sense from just what was being said. As you stared at his deep eyes, it was like he read every thought that was crossing your mindâsearching for the one that yelled for him.
âI-I donât have anything to treat youâ You softly mumbled but your eyes never looked away making him let out a low chuckle while his unnoticed hovering hand landed on your lower back to squish the distance in between to nothing
âWhat type of genie are you?â Jay jokingly tooted his lips softly shaking his head, âThatâs okay sweetheart, good thing for you I have everything you needâ
And a few moments later, you found yourself sitting on Jayâs bed, in his room that is exactly what you imagined it to be. A waif of musky cologne, a bunch of weights scattered around, an inflatable punching bag and to your surprise two guitarsâone electric disconnected from the amplifier and an acoustic in the corner.
You dropped your head into your hands from the blur of you stepping out of your place and following Jay back to his only to find yourself in his room, on the edge of his bed and the prominent flutter in your chest growing in anticipation.
You shouldâve been more careful with your words.
âWhat are you doing here?â You remained quiet holding your head in your hand, trying to ignore the question from Jake who you quickly recognized by the accent slipping through, âBabe?â
âI told you not call me any na-â You started hearing his voice drawing in as you lifted your head up only then realizing just how close Jake was to you all of sudden
Jumping from the unexpected closeness, Jake quickly wrapped an arm around you to prevent you from toppling over to the floor. âYou should be more careful. Canât have all three of us hurtâ He lightly chuckled
Taking into account his words, you stared at him wide eyed soaking in the bruised lip, a cut on his cheek with a growing redding and a cut that peeked from under the messy fluffy hair faintly covering his eyes that you itched to sweep away.
In a moment of silence, Jake's eyes poured deep into yoursânot in search of anything just merely looking, he let out a low sigh, âDonât think I ever told you how pretty you areâ He hummed while his eyes zeroed on your lips for a second longer, making sure you noticed âYouâre so prettyâ His eyes looked up to catch yours staring right at him, never looking away
Your mouth slightly fell open to respond but instead a strained noise came out of your mouth, âI have a small wishâ Jake murmured in a soft hallucinated tone, his lips so close to yours, âWill you give it to me?â
âJakeâ You breathlessly let out and Jake crashed his hovering lips onto yours and almost instantaneously, you closed your eyes shut and fell into his plump lips smiling against yours
The puttering of your heart was so loud, you're worried Jake mightâve been able to hear it from how close he was. The pad of his thumb rubbed softly at your back while he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss as much as he could.
His freehand rose and cupped at your jaw to stabilize himself, his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, silently pleading for your permission. You cracked open your mouth as he entered like heâs been waiting for so long.
Your hands grabbed the thin fabric you would barely call a t-shirt clinging to his body for support. Pulling at your lip, you slightly jolt making him smile harder in the kiss. His hand traveled from your jaw to the side of your neck as he pulled away from the kiss.
You chased after his lips with closed eyes not wanting to feel the warmth disappear but your eyes shot wide open when you felt wet splotches placed at the side of your neck.
Jake messily planted feathering kisses all around your neck. Your hands gripped his hair, erupting groans from him as you pulled when he nibbled at your skin.
Your neck fell pliant in his hand, providing all access to him. Jake roughly stuck his body to yours, curving your body with his. âJakeâ You breathlessly pant, your eyes fluttering shut
âThatâs right, say my nameâ He grumbled against your skin while his fingers dug into your sides not wanting to let you go even for a second
âYou fucking sleezeâ You jumped at the sudden voice not far from you or Jake
Jay stood at his door, an amused smirk resting on his face. He pushed back his hair from his forehead with a dark chuckle causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies.
Jake let out a heavy sigh, dropping his head down but his hands never letting go. He craned his neck back to see his roommate staring right at you, ignoring his presence as a whole.
Jake shrugged his shoulders as Jay threw the first-aid kit on his neat desk scattering the stuff around in the process, âYou wasted your timeâ
The door behind him closed with a click following after and you watched, realizing you were locked with the boys next door. âNo youâre just impatient and couldnât wait your turnâ Jay sneered as he strutted towards you and Jake, the bubbling anger in him filled the room
You looked between the two and Jay took notice of your wavering eyes between them, his eyes trailed down and saw when you squished your legs tightly together under his gaze.
The feel of anger melted away as he stepped closer, placing his hands on his knees as he leveled at your head. He chuckled while his thumb reached out and softly stroked your cheek. âOr maybe youâre the impatient oneâ He grinned and you looked at him like an animal caught in headlights
His eyes bore into you, his side smirk only grew wider when you looked away from him. That was the answer he needed. He patted his roommateâs shoulder until he looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows.
Jay tilted his head, pointing towards the lonely chair in his room far from the bed. Jake aggressively shook his head, not wanting to give up what he already started but Jay gripped his shoulder tighter and repeated the motion. âMove. A deal is a dealâ
The reminder trickled the built-up sweat down the back of your neck. A moment of silence for the lost session before Jake grumbled under his breath, his hands loosening on your waist before pushing Jayâs hand off with an annoyed huff.
You watched Jake hunched over to the chair, kicking the chair in the process before sitting down with a loud deep sigh, folding his armsâthe biceps and triceps peeking from underneath one another as he stared in front of you two.
Jayâs hand cupped your chin and pulled your head away from Jakeâs direction onto him. âLet him wallow in his self pity for now. Right now, letâs focus on us genieâ The name shouldnât have let you hot and bothered the way it did but when Jayâs calloused hands cupped your face lifting it high up for him, all thoughts went out the window
Your eyes stared up at him and Jay felt a familiar carnal bloom inside of him. The crease at your cheek reappeared as he toppled his head down to capture your lips with his.
The initial shock melted away as your eyes fluttered closed again and you were enclasped in the moment with Jay. His hand held your jaw delicately, different from how you originally anticipated.
His lips moved with yours and you felt everything around you turn into nothing, even the other male sitting eyes burning into your existence.
Jayâs hand traced down to your neck, holding it firmly in his hold. Your hands gripped at his nape, your fingers tugging at the bottom hairs making him groan as he softly pushed you on his bed.
Your mind was dizzy, you could feel the twitch of his mouth, your lips would graze his damaged one. âSorryâ You managed to say through the kiss but Jay only smiled as he pressed his lips harder against yours hoping that itâd mold together as one
Letting out a squeak from your throat, you felt Jayâs hand drag up your side. The roughness contrasted Jakeâs eagerness, whose leg bounced up and down as he watched the scene before him.
Jayâs lip melted with yourself that you could nearly taste the metallic taste on your taste bud when his tongue slipped past.
Your hand tangled with his hair, his hand roughly grabbing at your side as he hovered over your body.
Sinking into his mattress, you melted further into cloud 9. The lack of oxygen started to infiltrate your foggy brain, worsening it by the second, your mind screamed for a second of air while your body interpreted the kiss as your only need of oxygen.
Hearing your heavy shallow breaths Jay pulled away from the kiss and with hooded eyes, he took a glimpse towards you which stunned him. Your swollen lips begging for more, your closed eyes and hanging open mouth as you finally took in deep breaths to make up for the lack of it.
Before him was a scene he wanted to burn in his mind forever.
Feeling Jay pull away from you, you lazily opened your eyes to see him looking at you with a certain glint in his eyes making your insides churn.
Jay dipped his head down to the crevice of your neck and began planting soft kisses just like how Jake had done. You lifted your body off the bedding feeling his mouth messily leaving wet splotches on your neck. Your chest rumbled out with a satisfied held back moan.
âLet me- No Let Jakey over there hear how good Iâm making you feelâ The mention of the male made you turn to the side to see Jake with folded arms glaring at the two of you
You made eye contact with his strong oneâs and saw the faintest smirk ghost his face as he slightly jerked his lips forward pointing to where you lay sprawled with Jay hovering over youâushering you to pay attention to whatâs in front of you.
âYouâre shivering sweetheartâ Jay pointed out feeling the goosebumps forming on your skin, he smirked before taking a nip at your neck causing your attention to come back to him
Jayâs kisses furthered down your neck until he reached the starting point of your shirtâs neckline. His eyes looked to yours, silenting asking for permissionâwaiting for the sign. You stared right at him as you softly nodded your head.
The smile he gave was different from the otherâs he has given you, this being more genuine and softening. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, feeling the material against his touch before carefully hiking it up exposing your skin.
It felt like it was in slow motion. Jayâs eyes never trained off of yours, as you shivered once the cold air hit your skin and you could feel the warmth radiating off his hands grazing your skin. âI got youâ He softly whispered just enough for you to hear noticing your shuddered
Your arms lifted up as Jay peeled the fabric off before throwing it behind him to be discarded.
Jake watched the shirt thrown his way and the sneak of a glance Jay took towards him, a prideful expressionâgesture. His jaw clenched as he quickly unfolded his arms and the chair he was sitting in screeched from under him.
âUh oh I think someone is growing impatientâ Jay voice filled with a teasing tone as he saw how Jake walked over in strides
You lifted your head to see Jake standing next to the bed, âCan I help you?â Jay raised an eyebrow causing Jake to scowl before it instantly melting when he looked at you
He cleared his throat before tapping at Jayâs shoulder, âTimeâs upâ He told trying to make his tone firmer than usually which was followed by a stifled laugh from Jay who dropped his head for a moment at his roommates sternness
âLetâs seeâŠâ Jay caught your flickering eyes with a smile tilting his head just a little, âWhat do you think? Should we let him join us?â
You gulped down the lump in your throat. Through the fog of your mind, you registered your two good looking neighbors, the beat up boxerâs before youâboth looking at you with a look that you couldnât decipher but could feel in your bones.
You opened your mouth only to close it not trusting yourself to speak coherent sentences that wouldnât end up with you tangled in the bed with the two of them but deep down it was what you wanted.
Only able to let out out a breathlessly tone as you roughly nodded your head , âYes pleaseâ
Jakeâs smile grew wildly as he hastily removed his shirt in one swift motion. Jay rolled his eyes at his friend before being shoved to the side by Jake who replaced his position. âWhat the-â You heard Jay off to the side but couldnât focus on what else he said as your focus fell back onto Jake
You shifted in your spot at the sudden switch but Jakeâs comforting smile eased your nerves. Hovering above you, his arm with his bulging bicep supporting him while his other hand stroked against your cheek.
Your eyes took in his face before trailing down body. The biceps are prominent with no distraction covering it, the cut of his triceps trailing down, his collar bone sticking out that your hand itches to grab atâmore preferably gnaw at to keep you quiet and the outlining of his toned stomach that youâve only seen through teasing manners in all its glory.
As you trailed further down, you see the raging bulge being restrained in his sweats. Your jaw nearly dropped seeing the print against the material but forcibly keeping your mouth closed was easier said than done.
Your eyes looking back up to see Jakeâs hungry filled ones, a smile that melted your heart almost instantaneously. âYouâre the prettiest girl everâ He softly murmured before going to capture your lips in a chaste kiss
Receiving it just as easily as it was given to you, your hands tangled into his fluffy hair that youâve waited so long to rake through. Yet, through the muffle of your ears, you were able to pick up off the shuffling beside you.
Jake sucked at your bottom lip, tugging at the flesh with a grin before pulling away with a heavy breath. He rested his forehead against yours before making his way down your cheek then to your jaw, âPicking up where I left offâ He blabbed against your neck as he softly sucked on the skin
His hand softly pushed your head to the side as his mouth traveled all over your neck. Having your neck craned, youâre faced with Jay smirking as he watches you and Jake.
His shirt and sweats were long discarded somewhere as he adjusted himself on the bed in a sitting position, his arm extending from behind to hold himself up. He turned his head to the side in a tilt, a smirk never leaving his face.
Your mouth opened, ripping out a soft moan when you felt the cold air hit your now bare chest which was then warmed by a wet sensation wrapping around the hardening bud.
You gasped loudly as your hands immediately grasped Jakeâs hair, throwing your head back further into the sheets.
A sound fell from Jake the moment he came into contact with your breast, his tongue gliding over the hardening bud as his other hand fondled with the other.
Your mind became filled with his touch and mouth on you, your back arched as you squealed when he tugged at it between his teeth.
He smirked when he heard you, âJ-Jakeâ You softly moaned, tugging at his hair harder earning a faint strained noise to rupture out of him, your heart hammered against your chest that you were sure he could hear and feel it
âKeep saying my name out of that pretty mouth of yoursâ Jake hummed as he never once let the slightest attention slip through his finger. He pulled at your hardened nipple in a teasing manner, one harsher than the last before running his tongue over the burning sensation
You melted further into the mattress as everything around you disappeared as you felt like you were lifted into a cloud. âJakeyâYou called out the nickname you heard Jay call him and he harshly tugged at your nipple making your squeal
He usually brushed off the nickname as nothing hearing it from others yet, hearing it from you only fueled his farther down a rabbit hole he could never escape fromâwhich he would never want in the first place.
His mouth popped your saliva covered bud out of his mouth only to move down the middle in between the crevice before sinking further down.
Your pants were heavy as he inches closer to the growing wetness in between your legs. Unconsciously squishing your legs together before he could reach in between, his eyes flickered up pleading for permission while his fingers stopped toying with your waistband. âGetting shy on me now?â His tone dipped deeper into a hum making your body shiver
With the lack of response, his mouth tugged to the side and peeled his hands away as he began pulling away. The warmth that hovered over your bottom half was disappearing only to feel the burn inside of you that you quickly wrapped your legs around his shoulder causing a yelp to fall as you stopped him, roughly shaking your head.
His hands gripped at your hips to stabilize himself as your legs hooked around him. The giggle he let out surrounded the room and your ears as you felt his head level with your leaking entrance with a nod.
His fingers glided up the side of your leg, able to feel the warmth of his hand through your pants before he tugged at the waistband again, âGoing to have to let me go for a second babeâ He teased running his hand up and down your legs causing warmth to rise to your cheeks
âSorryâ You murmured, loosening your legs around him to feel the tips of his finger tug at your pants before slowly pulling them down
Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, the tenderness and precision he had for simply peering the clothing off of you was warming.
Once it passed your ankles, Jake threw it off and immediately returned to his place right in between your thighs. Adjusting your legs over his shoulder easily exposing the damp undergarment sticking to your entrance. âSo prettyâ He blabbed, âWet alreadyâ
Jake hummed as his eyes scanned over the wet patch on your panties, âIs this because of me?â He tilted his head to the side, having his shaky hand moved from your hips to swipe across the damp fabric making you squeal at the contact
Your head felt dizzy while your lower body moved with his finger, soaking in the feel, âWell?â He ripped his finger away once you werenât responding
âY-yesâ You let out a broken cry, âItâs because of youâ
Jake smirked to himself in pride, taking an obvious glance towards Jay who only let out a silent scoff at the ego growing in Jake. âGoodâ He hummed
He stuck out his tongue and took a long stride against your covered core, mixing his saliva with your soaked panties as his fingers teasing your folds just over the material. You jumped from the sudden touches as your hand flung to his hair, biting your lips as you held back the noise daring to fall
While being ignored long enough after being such a good friend, roommate and neighbor, Jay can no longer deny his own problem growing in size hearing your beautiful sounds.
Your eyes screwed shut, whines falling out as you let yourself feel Jakeâs tongue protrude into your covered hole in a teasing manner to him sucking harshly on the bundle of nerves when his finger was at the brink of your entrance ready to slip in.
But, at the sudden lifting of your head, your eyes shot wide open to Jay placing your upper body to rest up against his while his arms came up from behind straddling over your bare skin.
The contact of flesh pressed up against your back with the sensation of Jakeâs finger tugging your panties to the side to finally see your smeared covered pussy was consuming you whole.
Jayâs hand reached higher until finally landing on your chest, feeling it with his own hand after having to watch Jake do it first. Your body arched off his but he quickly dragged you back with a harsh pull. âStay with meâ He whispered into your ear leaving a shiver to run up your spine
One hand remained fondling with your breast fondling while the other traced up your neck, lifting your fallen head up, craning it to allow him to place his mouth messily on top of yours.
You hummed in satisfaction feeling how he kissed you, his hand holding the juncture between your neck and jaw firmly as he sucked on your bottom lip, the familiar taste of metallic hitting your tongue.
Yet, your mouth dropped in the kiss letting out a quiet gasp as you felt the intrusion of two fingers entering your hole. âShitâ Jake breathlessly pants watching how his two fingers disappeared inside of you
You whipped your head towards the male as he began pumping his fingers in a shallow thrust. Your hand landed to the side, gripping the sheets into a fist only for it to be replaced by Jay intertwining your hands.
With an agape mouth, the moans youâve been trying to hold back slowly began to spill, feeling how Jakeâs finger pushed deeper insideâcurling up to feel your gummy walls surrounding him.
âHe makes you feel good?â Jay lulled in your ear which you weakly nodded your head at, âTell him how good heâs making you feelâ
Your bottom lip shivered, âS-So goodâ You managed to get out feeling how he slipped until he was knuckles deep inside of you, âJakeâ You called out his name as you threw your head back onto Jayâs shoulder
âSo good Jake- Pleaseâ
Jake was too fascinated watching his fingers disappear that his name fell deaf on his ears. He watched how his dry fingers were now drenched in your arousal and he couldnât miss out on anymore. He dipped his head close as he placed the first kiss against your entranceâelighting a soft moan from you.
Jake groaned the moment he tasted you on his taste buds. He pressed his face closer to you, his tongue gliding in between your folds âThe absolute sweetestâ He mumbled pulling at the bundle of nerves screaming for attention, his finger never faltering in pace
He sucked any essence that was slipping through his fingers, his tongue lathering itself all over you. His body felt so heavy and his mind too light, he lost himself.
Jay smirked, feeling you squirm against his chest, holding his hand tightly with the feel of his hands running over your breasts, softly playing with them as he ever so often twists your nipple, timing it when Jake tugs at your clit, to earn a louder squeak from you.
Your senses were heightened as they focused on their respective actionsâperfectly in sync and coordinated with each other without having uttered a single word.
Jay gripped on your mound as he sloppily left kisses at the side of your face whilst Jake could feel you clenching around his finger when he intentionally shoved deeper.
The hot build up in your stomach was daring to snap, the rubbing mouth and hands on your body left your mind reeling.
âLook at what youâre doing to Jakeâ The mention of the man down below, you looked through heavy eyelids to see Jakeâs tongue flickering as he matched his pace with his finger but you could see him softly rutting his hips against the mattress
At the sight, you could feel the fluttering shut of your hole around his fingers as the snap in your stomach erupted a loud moan, while your body shook from the ecstasy that washed over you, âShitâ Jake breathlessly muttered seeing how along with you coming, there was another soaking stream coming out of you
Jake pulled out his finger quickly before rubbing at your folds roughly, wanting to earn more of your release out of you. You gasp at the stimulation as your body arches and slightly trashes but Jay hooked his arms at your waist keeping you in place.
Your pants were strained and heavy, âJ-Ja⊠Pleaseâ You cried out until Jake finally pulled his hand away without dipping one finger into your hole
Gasping loudly, soft whimpers falling from your mouth, allowing your body to rest against Jay. âNow that wasâŠâ Jay softly said, pulling his arms away from your heaving body
âFucking hotâ Jake finished his sentence as he admired his soaked covered hand
You turned your head away in embarrassment but Jay quickly coddled you, âHey, hey, donâtâ Placing soft kisses against your head, your tensed body soon relaxed melting into the praise, âThat was amazing. You did amazingâ
You looked over to Jake who looked from his hand over to you. Your glistening eyes, your mouth hanging slightly open with your chest on full display rising with each shallow breath.
He dipped his hand flat onto the mattress, inching his head closer to your to catch your lips in a chaste chase. Cringing at the taste at first and the smearing of your arousal at the lower half of his face landing on yours. He held your chin, sucking at the lower bottom of your lip in need as you could feel Jayâs hand traveling down your body.
Feeling like you were on the fire, your blood ran cold when you felt the soft fingers inching closer until it reached the warming bundle of nerves and slid the tip of a single finger down the center of your drenched hole. You moaned against Jakeâs mouth who gleamed hearing your noises reappearing.
Immediately you trashed when you felt Jayâs finger teasing your entrance, âSensitive?â His seductive tone wished into your ear, infiltrating your mind with ease
A deep hum rumbled out of his chest as he slipped just the tip of his finger back in. You softly bit at Jakeâs bottom lip letting a hiss fall from him.
But as Jayâs finger slipped further in, he messily planted kisses at your head and Jakeâs mouth moved from your mouth to the side of your jaw down to your.
Jay ripped his hand away and Jake detached his mouth from your skin, a silent coordinated moment, leaving your body all hot and bothered. Your eyes wearily darted between them.
Jake and Jay noticed your confused gaze as they snuck a look to each otherâBoth seeing the familiar craze that only shows when theyâre in the rink appear in each other now. âI still need to be taken care ofâ Jayâs voice dropped in tone and you churned your head back catching a glimpse of his gaze turning your insides to mush
âWill you take care of me? Sweetheartâ His tone slurred soaking into you
You licked your lips before folding them and letting them go in a shaky breath, âYeahâ Your voice barely above a whisper as you softly nodded
âAttaâ girlâ Jay chuckled softly tapping at your side
He shifted positions until you were sprawled back on his bed, looking up to the very neighbors you couldnât stand their inability to stay quiet but at this moment, they didnât seem that badânot in the slightest.
Your heartbeat patterned against your chest harshly, anticipation growing by the second when suddenly a hand landed at your side, tapping at it, âFlip overâ Jakeâs voice rang through the room and not wanting to test either of the patience unable to know if it would be the end just like that
You gulped down the lump before planting your body up on your elbows, turning around but just when you were going to lay your front to the mattress, a hand stopped you, âOn all fours for usâ You heard Jayâs voice from behind and a chill ran up your spine from the lack of sight of either of them
An inevitable shudder of your breath left you as you landed on your hands and knees, a burn resting upon your cheeks at the more revealing position.
Your neighbors remained silent, hearing each breath you took alerting them of the nerves growing in you. Taking a look at each other, unspeakable words understood, Jay switched positions with Jake.
Your eyes looked from the bed below you to see Jakeâs warming smiling greeting you, âHiâ He giggled
Noticing how the tension in your body silently lifted, you felt roaming hands threading from your back to your hips until you felt a cup at your core making you gasp.
Shooting a look behind your shoulder harshly tugging at your mouth. Jay pulled at your cheek, baring the sight before him greater to see the soaked covered crevice glistening before his eyes.
He licked his lips in anticipation, tasting the hint of whatever was on it mixing together on his tongue.
Your head was turned back staring at Jakeâs toned stomach, the lines dipping with each drop and your eyes fell further down to the bulge now in front of you.
You gulped feeling your hole subconsciously fluttering around nothing, having Jay smirk noticing your pulsating entrance.
Your eyes trained at Jakeâs hardened cock making his heart hammer out of his chest that he swore you could hear it. Taking a look behind you to his roommate noticing his actions, he quickly shifted his eyes back onto you, creasing your head.
Right when you were going to look up to Jake, you suddenly felt the tease of your folds being pushed apart by a wet sensation. The obscene sound of the small taps against your dripping pussy made you shiver as Jayâs tip rubbed over your smeared entrance, mixing the already wet arousal everywhere.
âJayâ You whined at his tease and he sent a light slap onto your side
âWhatâs wrong? Still being impatient?â He hummed, his hand soothing the tingling sensation before slapping the same spot again, âWhat do you want sweetheart?â
Knowing what Jay was searching for, you harshly tugged at your mouth, âP-pleaseâŠâ Your voice too low to hear anything
âWhat was that?â
âPlease fuck meâ
Unable to see him, you were going to peer over your shoulder when the stretch at your entrance caught you off guard. You loudly gasped as you gripped at the sheets, your knuckles turning white from your hold while your body almost fell foward but was stopped by Jake.
Jay slowly eased himself into you, holding himself back from filling you up in one thrust, a hiss leaving his mouth feeling how you clenched around him. âFuckâ He stroked your hips harshly, âSo good- Taking me so fucking goodâ His voice cracked each inch he pulled your walls apart, sinking and relishing in the tight feel around him
âJ-Jayâ Your voice squeaked as the stretched that quickly began to swift into a pleasurable feel, your mind too preoccupied when you suddenly felt a poke to your cheek
Your gaze shifted to see the raging tip, you looked up to see Jake sneering a cheesy smile towards you, no words were exchanged and yet, you opened your mouth wide as you looked up at him.
His expression twitched as the smile grew, âWho knewâ Jake groaned more so for him rather than for you under his breath before grazing his leaking tip on your unblemished lips
Stroking the side of your face, making all around fall to silence. Maintaining eye contact with you, Jake could feel the throbbing at hand. Passing the warmth of your lips, you engulfed the tip in, welcoming the unwavering taste on your tongue.
Jake groaned, feeling the warmth around his cock lighting his whole body in fire.
At a harsh thrust jolting your body forward, you unintentionally gagged around Jake at the sudden harsh push deep inside of you.
Trying to even out your breathing in any way you can, you suddenly felt the drag of Jayâs cock slipping out of you in a slow manner before easing himself back in where he left.
Still not used to the stretched, you whined making the vibration send straight through Jakeâs fuzzy mind and down the rushing blood to his twitching self resting heavy in your mouth.
Jayâs thrust started off slow and rhyminc, low groans leaving as he tried to keep himself rational to allow you to somewhat get adjusted to his size.
Your full mouth moved when Jay suddenly sent a harsh thrust forward as his rationality began to fade away, landing you further down Jakeâs resting heft, who let out a stuffed grunt at the movements, having to remind himself to not release in your mouth so quickly.
Tears brimmed at your eyes, Jakeâs roughed hands, the calloused feel of them rubbed against your cheek, wiping the fallen tears away. âDoinâ so good for us babe⊠You can do itâ His words of encouragement raised your mind higher into the cloud of pleasure
You meekly nodded your head causing the movement to rupture around Jake having him let out a breathless moan when your tongue strung over, you mouth tightly wrapped around, sucking at what you can without choking.
Yet, you froze closing your eyes tightly shut when you felt the drag of emptiness before being filled again, âS-Shitâ You managed to hear Jay through your ringing ears
Your shaky freehand managed to grasp the base that wasnât in your mouth and stroke Jake focusing on your tongue swirling around tasting the faint precum thatâs been leaking out.
Jayâs hand rested at your hips, the shallow thrust growing deeper after each one, his once even breathing shifted into a heavier one as he focused on the way you welcomed him in and allowed him to slip out with ease.
âSuch a fucking sweetheart, taking me so goodâ He hissed, âBet you were waiting for thisâ His finger pinched at your side making you muffle out a yelp
âCâmon tell us youâve been waiting for thisâ Jayâs resting hand semt a slap towards your hips rippling out the sound followed by your huffed whine
âY-yesâ You weakly wailed trying to speak as clear as possible for them to hear
âLook at you trying to talk with your mouth fullâ Jay sneered seeing how you attempted to take more of Jake in your mouth
Jakeâs hand rested at the back of your head helping you meet his weak thrust to push you further down his length. Your eyes tracked upwards to see Jakeâs thrown head to the side, hooded eyes staring right at you.
He let out a smile watching how you looked with your lips wrapped around him. He stroked your head softly, âPretty girl next door couldnât wait to get fucked by us, isnât that right babe?â He raised an eyebrow causing you whine
Jayâs pace soon grew faster, his hips slamming against you as his fingers dig at your sides for support that the form of idents could be felt. With how you clenched around his cock, taking more than the last time made his heart soar.
âSuch a nasty girl but, youâre our nasty girl, arenât ya?â Jay darkly chuckled sending a harsh thrust that made you swallow Jake whole
The moment that he hit the back of your, he groaned loudly, his fingers wrinkling as he could feel your throat contracting around the new feel of him deeper. âFuckâ Jake loudly grunted followed by your gagging sounds
The feel of Jayâs tip everything inside of you was a pleasurable feel you never felt before to feeling Jake hitting the back of your throat, your senses heightened as your mind faded into a fog of just your two neighbors.
âJ-Ja-â Your muffled voice was barely audible causing each of them to let out a laugh, the jolts of your body kept moving forward from Jayâs cock hitting your insides, molding you just for him
Jake softly drew himself back from your mouth, a wash of breath air filling your lungs making you suck in the deep breath before he bucked his hips back in and out, filling your mouth again of him, âYouâre taking him so good, look at youâ
You clamped around Jayâslength, âFuck, you like getting praised?â He commented in a deep groan, âLike knowing youâre being such a good girl for us?â
You weakly nodded your head, unable to respond but wanting to show some type of response and that fueled Jayâs heartâseeing your efforts to get something out for him. He rubbed his hand over your lower back and hips, his touch leaving fire trails on your skin the moment of contact.
Spit accumulated at the side of your mouth, dripping down in its wake down your chin as Jake softly slammed his hips, his cock going back down your throat as your hands grabbed whatever it could to keep you hoisted up.
Your gargle sounds filled the room with the faint sounds of Jay meeting you and the inevitable moans falling from your stuffed mouth.
Jay snapped his hips faster, his eyes trained on how all of him disappeared inside of you perfectly as Jake slowly chased after your mouth when he pulled away, only for you to grasp on him and lick his hard on from the base all the way to the topâsucking whatever he was giving you.
You could feel how Jayâs thrust was growing frantic and irregular, the muffled moans leaving your mouth only grew louder the harder he slammed his hips against yours which only fueled their growing desire further.
âCome all over himâ Jake whispered, encouraging you and somehow you managed to pick it up through the noises bouncing off the wall and your mind was set
Jakeâs cock was throbbing in your throat, the closing and opening of each sound you released mixed with a gagging noise made him draw closer to tie daring to snap in his stomach.
He rutted his hips faster feeling the familiar coil build up in his stomach. âYouâll take it right? What I give you, right babe?â Jakeâs voice squeaked higher as his stomach began to tighten
Jayâs hand thread over your back to your waist, wrapping his arm around as he slammed his hips harder against yours, his fingers pressed over your stomach and pushed deep into it, âNasty girl is going to take what we give herâ He grumbled it as a statement rather than a question and you knew that you wouldn't have to tryâyou would
Jakeâs groans turned into small pants as he stilled his hips and let out a gruntled whine as the warm liquid filled your mouth and you jerked, feeling how it slicked past your throat. âSo good-So fucking goodâ
Yet, Jay continued to ram his hips causing your mouth to vibrate around Jake having him hiss at the simulation still dragging out through his high, âH-Hurry up Jayâ Jake sneered as he tried to pull away from your mouth, the shaking of his body worsening if he stays any longer
Yet, he stopped when you weakly wrapped your hand around his shaft that he could only pull away halfway. You pumped what wasnât in your mouth, your tongue licking his tip clean seeking in the air that you could before taking a big gulp to get rid of the remnants of Jakeâs cum in your mouth.
Your mouth fell open as the obscene sounds lolled off your tongue with Jayâs cock filling your insides with each trust and through it all, Jake caught a glimpse of the inside of your cleaned mouthâwith the exception of a few white strings lingering behind.
âF-Fuckâ His voice cracked when you sucked his tip cleaned regardless of his softening cock at hand, âP-pleaseâ Jake pleaded when you took him back in your slacked mouths
Muffled through the sounds, Jayâs harsh thrust after another soon came to a stop. âS-Sweet girl, such a good damn girlâ One harsh thrust sent before another as he bottomed himself forcing himself as deep as humanly possible as he marked up your once velvet walls full of him in a loud groanâbliss taking over.
You moaned at the sudden warm fillment flowing in your inside as you let go of Jake with a loud pop, landing face firstâyour head on the mattress while your body shivered from Jay filling you up.
Your hands weakly crumbled the sheets beneath you as pitiful whines rumbled out of your chest.
Jay remained inside of you, stuffing you full of him as his calloused bruised hands roaming all around your back, âDid so good. So fucking proud of you-Took the both of us too damn goodâ His voice was warm that you could feel it in your body but wasnât able to properly comprehend in your mind
âSweetheart?â He softly called out and you turned your head to the to side catching a glimpse of the dismantled Jay behind you
The few hairs stuck to his forehead, the bruised face glistening in sweat as it trickled down his neck and past his collarbone to stop at his built chest.
You fluttered around Jay making his eyes whip to where he and you were still attached. He watched the few remnants of his release inside of you managed to escape where it could, his heart raced at the scene.
The feel of drag from his cock out of you made you whine at the sudden emptiness and stretch leaving you as Jay watched at how your hole flattered around nothing before the few spurts of his cum leaked out, his eyes widened realizing that it couldnât stop at just thatâafter just one mere round.
Jake shushed your heaving self, his hand carefully stroked your head. Turning your head, you see Jakeâs warm smile, his red cut cheek still catching your gaze and his side bruised lip.
Your eyes flickered closed as he dipped down capturing your mouth with his and his face slightly scrunched at the faint taste of him on your lips.
You melted in the plush of his lips meeting yours but you gasped when you felt fingers glide across your messy folds, gathering whatever was smeared around it and pushing it back inside of your entranceâwhere itâs meant to be, âStickyâ Jay whispered in a daze like haze as he watched his fingers disappear inside of you
Jake gave one longer peck as he softly gripped your face, a hum in his chest erupting out before he pulled away. âCan you go one more?â He asked past his swollen lips
Your heart was hammering out of your chest, your body was trying to catch up from the previous orgasms.
And yet, you nodded your head causing a bloom over his chest before he excitedly captured your lips in a quick peck. âSo good for me-For us. Promise itâll feel good. Just let us take care of youâ Jake mumbled before giving a smile and letting go of your face to shoot a harsh glare towards Jayâdifferent from how he looked at you
His roommate didnât flinch for a second, already having been looking at him with a smirk resting on his face. Jay curled his fingers inside of you causing you to hiss loudly because even if he had his timeâheâd enjoy it if you were still acknowledging him.
âYou heard him sweetheart, let us take care of youâ Jay planted a wet kiss on your bare back, his eyes falling into a hooded look that made your tired insides twist
Your body was turned over, your back meeting the soft mattress and a satisfied hum slipped past your lips at the stern support lifting your body.
Through your half-lidded eyes, you looked up to see Jay and Jake looking at you, a glistening look in each of their eyes that screamed something ineligible to youâfueled by a desire to devour you whole.
âJust focus on us. No need to think of anything else in that pretty head of yoursâ
âźâË
Your face scrunched hearing the loud banging rupturing in the distance. Shifting in the sheets, you buried your head deeper into the warmth that engulfed you, believing if you ignored it long enough then it'll seize to exist.
When your eyes and mind began to fade back into slumber, the warmth at your side disappeared with the exception of a feathering touch ghosting your head with an inaudible whisper before disappearing.
Dazedly opening your eyes adjusting to the sunlight peeking inside, you looked next to you, noticing the once occupied space now empty with a dip in the mattress of who once laid there.
Your sore body is now catching up to your mind when you try to move with the addition of a weight holding you down and forcing you closer to the body behind you as the head nuzzles deeply into your back, holding you close.
You looked down to see the bruised red skin resting at the knuckles, the faint scratches on them wrapped around your waist.
However, at the sound of the door carefully opening, you lifted your head up to Jakeâs loose clothing hanging onto his body, his disheveled messy hair, and his heavy eyes shining in the sunlight.
âWho was at the door?â Your voice low and strained as you rubbed your eyes, trying to slip out of Jayâs bear like hug at your waist who was yet to wake up
Jake smirked, closing the bedroom door behind him just to lean up against it with a sigh before pushing himself off, his steps slow and nearing until his head was leveled with yours.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed his finger over his tugging upwards lips.
The hands wrapped at your waist threaded higher nearing your chest in a slower manner, Jay rested his head onto your shoulder. Jake sank to his knees, his hands moving down to your knees before having pry them open.
âNeighbor. Told us to keep the noise down next timeâ
ââ
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'cause she's watching him with those eyes / and she's loving him with that body, i just know it / and he's holding her in his arms late, late at night / you know, i wish that i had jessie's girl / i wish that i had jessie's girl / where can i find a woman like that? âââJBâč
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âą â đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | a college student navigates her complicated feelings for her charming yet infuriating neighbor, joe burrow, while dating the seemingly perfect linebacker. after a series of missteps, flirtatious teasing, and an unexpected kiss, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind of tension, confusion, and unexpected sparks, all while trying to avoid the loud, chaotic presence of joe and his ever-constant parade of girls.
âą â đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | unedited (sorry... i got lazy), NSFW (with lots... and lots... AND LOTS of plot), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it, kids) praise, teasing, lots of kissing/foreplay, p in v, uhhh.. descriptions of big dick joe??? enemies to lovers, roommates, mentions of drinking/alcohol, cheating (not on reader), joe being an asshole, cocky joe, lots of fighting, heated arguments.
âą â đđŻ'đŹ đ§đšđđđŹ | this has been in my drafts for a good 2 months and finally decided to finish it up on the sunday before american thanksgiving! so... yaya! please let me know your thoughts!
The muffled sound of JaâMarr Chaseâs bass-heavy playlist seeps through the thin walls of your apartment, rattling the picture frames you swore you hung up straight last week. The tiny LSU apartment complex, with its peeling beige paint and eternally broken elevator, has its charmsâlike the way the front door doesnât lock unless you kick it just right or how the air conditioner only works when itâs below 70 degrees outside.
But Joe Burrow? Heâs not one of those charms.
No, Joe Burrow is the bane of your existence, the human equivalent of a pothole on a road you have to take every day. His name alone makes your best friend, Ella, roll her eyes so hard itâs a miracle they donât get stuck in the back of her head. âJust ignore him,â she says every time you come storming through the door, ranting about whatever fresh annoyance heâs cooked up that day. âHe only bothers you because youâre fun to mess with.â
Right. Like thatâs supposed to make it better.
Living next door to Joe and JaâMarr was tolerable at first. Sure, they were loud, occasionally messy, and probably violating a dozen lease terms, but it wasnât personal. Then, you had one small misunderstandingâokay, so maybe you yelled at Joe for leaving his bike in front of your door after you tripped over itâand now itâs like heâs made it his lifeâs mission to drive you insane.
Sometimes, itâs harmless: an obnoxious smirk when you cross paths on the way to class or his sarcastic comments about how you always seem to be spilling coffee on your shirt. Other times, itâs borderline infuriating: stealing your parking spot, taking the last box of cinnamon rolls at the grocery store, or claiming the shared apartment complex grill for âofficial game day businessâ every single Saturday.
Still, thereâs something annoyingly magnetic about him, even when you want to wring his neck. The way his eyes crinkle when heâs laughing at his own jokes. The stupid mop of curls he somehow manages to pull off. The effortless confidence that borders on cocky, though youâd never say it out loud because thatâs exactly the kind of thing that would go straight to his head.
Ella always jokes that you two are like an old married couple, constantly bickering but secretly loving it. You disagree. Mostly because Joe already has enough people falling at his feetâlike the swarm of girls in purple-and-gold jerseys who show up at the apartment complex every other week, giggling like theyâre auditioning for a reality show.
You sigh, brushing a stray crumb off the countertop as Ella flops onto the couch behind you, textbook in hand. And if his stupid grin when he sees you on your balcony later tonight is any indication, heâs already got something planned.
You just donât know it yet.
The parking lot outside your apartment complex is a war zone at 11 p.m., with far too many cars crammed into a space that was clearly designed with only half the residents in mind. You circle the lot for the third time, your headlights cutting through the dark like a searchlight on some hopeless mission. After eight grueling hours at the campus library helping undergrads figure out why their printers are possessed, your brain feels like oatmeal, and all you want is to collapse into your bed.
But, of course, tonight isnât going to be that simple.
Because there he is. Joe freaking Burrow.
Heâs in his Jeepâwindows down, music playing softly, and, naturally, thereâs a blonde perched in the passenger seat laughing at something he said. Of course, he found the last available spot. Exceptâitâs not his spot, because you saw it first. Your blinkerâs been on since the beginning of time (or at least the last 30 seconds), and you refuse to back down now.
Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as he slowly starts to reverse into the spot, like he hasnât noticed your very obvious claim to it. Heart pounding with a mix of exhaustion and indignation, you tap your horn. Just once. Polite, but firm. He stops, glances in his rearview mirror, and thenâof courseâhe smirks.
Oh, hell no.
You roll down your window and lean out. âHey, Burrow! I was waiting for that spot.â
He leans his elbow casually against the window frame, his curls catching the faint glow of the streetlight. âWere you? Didnât see your name on it.â His voice is slow, lazy, like heâs got all the time in the world to be a pain in your ass.
You glare at him, barely suppressing the urge to snap. âI was here first.â
âAnd I started reversing first,â he counters, raising an eyebrow like itâs a debate class and not a parking lot at nearly midnight. The blonde giggles beside him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. âJust let me have it. You look like you could use the exercise.â
Oh, heâs done it now.
âExcuse me?â Your voice comes out sharper than you intended, but youâre too far gone to care. âIâve been on my feet for eight hours dealing with entitled freshmen, and if you think Iâm about to let youââ
âAlright, alright,â Joe interrupts, hands raised in mock surrender. âRelax, Iâm not trying to ruin your night.â He throws the Jeep into drive, and with a dramatic sigh, he pulls away, leaving the spot open for you. But not without one last parting comment. âDonât scratch the paint when you park. Oh, waitâyouâre really close to that poleââ
You park with excessive precision, throwing your car into park before leaning out the window to call after him. âI didnât ask for your help, Joe!â
His laugh echoes across the parking lot, carefree and infuriating. You slam your door shut a little harder than necessary, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you trudge toward the building. Finally, peace.
Or so you think.
Because just as you reach the elevator, its ding announcing its arrival, you hear the telltale sound of sneakers scuffing against concrete andâbecause your luck is absolute trashâJoe freaking Burrow strolls in behind you, Blonde Giggles McGee still glued to his side.
âHey, neighbor,â he says casually, stepping into the elevator with you like he didnât just steal and relinquish a parking spot out of sheer pettiness. The blonde gives you a wide, vaguely clueless smile, her gum snapping between her teeth.
You press the button for the third floor with a pointed jab and cross your arms, leaning against the elevator wall as Joe and his date take their sweet time figuring out which floor theyâre going to. The door finally slides shut, and the tension in the small space is unbearable.
âSo,â the blonde says brightly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, âyou guys, like, live here? Thatâs so fun! Like, neighbors and stuff. Wow.â
Your lips press into a tight smile, trying to avoid eye contact with Joe, who you can feel grinning at you like this is the highlight of his week. âYep. Fun,â you reply curtly, forcing the word out like itâs laced with acid.
Joeâs shoulders shake slightly, and you realize heâs laughing. He glances at you, and thereâs that damn smirk again, like he knows exactly how close you are to losing it. âSheâs real talkative tonight,â he says, tilting his head toward you. âUsually, sheâs got more to say.â
You turn to him with a withering glare. âDonât you have something else to do, Burrow?â
Before he can reply, the elevator lurches slightly as it comes to a stop on your floor. You step out quickly, muttering a polite âGood nightâ that is entirely devoid of warmth. Joe follows, his pace annoyingly casual as he throws one last look over his shoulder.
âSee you around, neighbor,â he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.
You donât look back.
The smell of cheap ramen hits you the moment you open the door to your apartment. Itâs comforting, in a wayâfamiliar, like Ellaâs answer to every late-night craving or bad day. Sheâs in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove, barefoot and wearing the oversized LSU sweatshirt youâd bought together during freshman year.
âYouâre late,â she says without looking up, her voice light with mock reproach. âWas the library on fire, or did you stop to fight Burrow in the parking lot again?â
You kick off your shoes with a sigh, tossing your bag onto the couch. âOption B. Obviously.â
That gets her attention. She turns, spoon in hand, eyebrows raised. âSeriously? Itâs, like, midnight. You two are going to give each other aneurysms before graduation.â
You slump into one of the kitchen chairs, letting your forehead hit the table dramatically. âHe stole my parking spot. Had the audacity to smirk about it, too. And thenâget thisâI got stuck in the elevator with him and some girl who wouldnât stop talking about how âfunâ it is to have neighbors.â You lift your head to glare at Ella, who is now struggling to hold back a laugh. âIâm cursed. That man is my curse.â
Ella snorts, pouring the ramen into two mismatched bowls. âHeâs not your curse. Heâs just a guy with too much charm and not enough common sense. And clearly, youâre living rent-free in his head, which, honestly, is kind of impressive considering heâs got a playbook in there.â
You accept the bowl she slides across the table, your stomach growling despite your lingering irritation. âI donât want to live in his head. I want him to stop being so⊠so Joe all the time.â
Ella sits across from you, propping her chin in her hand with a sly grin. âAre you sure? You seem to spend a lot of time talking about him.â
You glare at her over a mouthful of noodles. âDonât start.â
But sheâs already started, her grin widening. âIâm just saying, itâs giving sexual tension.â
You nearly choke, coughing as you wave her off. âNope. Absolutely not. Thereâs no tension. Only irritation. And rage. And an overwhelming desire to see him move to a different apartment complex.â
Ella laughs, leaning back in her chair. âWhatever you say, babe. But for the record, I think you secretly enjoy it.â
You open your mouth to argue, but before you can form a retort, thereâs a knock at the door. Both of you freeze, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights.
âYou expecting someone?â Ella whispers, her tone suddenly conspiratorial.
âNo,â you whisper back, your heart sinking as a horrible suspicion creeps over you.
Ella gestures for you to check, and with a deep, resigned breath, you shuffle to the door, bowl still in hand. You crack it open just enough to see whoâs on the other side, andâbecause the universe apparently hates youâthere he is. Joe Burrow, in all his smug, infuriating glory, holding a box of cinnamon rolls.
âHey, neighbor,â he says, his grin infuriatingly wide. âFigured I owed you something for stealing your spot.â
You stare at him, speechless, for a moment. Then, finally, you manage, âItâs 11:30 at night.â
He shrugs, as if thatâs a perfectly reasonable time for a peace offering. âBetter late than never, right?â
From behind you, Ellaâs voice rings out, barely containing her amusement. âIs that Joe? Invite him in!â
You turn to glare at her, silently vowing revenge, but when you look back at Joe, heâs already stepping inside like he owns the place.
âNice place,â he says, glancing around before holding up the box. âSo⊠cinnamon roll?â
You sigh, shutting the door behind him. Itâs going to be a long night.
Joe leans casually against the counter, still holding the box of cinnamon rolls like heâs been invited to stay for a late-night hangout. You narrow your eyes at him, folding your arms. âSo, whatâs this about, really? Cinnamon rolls arenât exactly your style.â
âWow, judgmental much?â he says with a mock-wounded expression. âWhat if I just wanted to be neighborly?â
Ella snickers softly behind you, spooning up her ramen as she watches the exchange like itâs prime-time TV.
Joe grins, ignoring your skepticism. âActually,â he says, setting the box on the counter with a little too much flourish, âIâm out of sugar. You wouldnât happen to have any, would you?â
You blink at him, incredulous. âSugar? You came over at almost midnight to borrow sugar?â
âYup,â he says, popping the âpâ for emphasis, completely unbothered by your glare.
Ella, ever the peacemakerâor enabler, depending on the situationâsets her bowl down and gets up to rummage through the cabinets. âWeâve got some,â she says reluctantly, pulling out a small bag. She walks over and places it in Joeâs outstretched hand, but not without narrowing her eyes at him. âYou better bring this back, Burrow. Or at least repay us with something better than cinnamon rolls.â
âNoted,â he says with a charming smile, tucking the bag under his arm. He turns to you, his grin softening into something almost teasing. âThanks, neighbor. Youâre a real lifesaver.â
You donât bother replying, instead stepping aside so he can leave. He makes his way to the door, pausing for a moment. âOh, and donât forget to check your parking job in the morning,â he says with a wink before slipping out into the hallway.
The second the door clicks shut, you groan, slumping against the counter. Ella bursts into laughter, practically doubling over as she grabs her bowl again. âYou two are ridiculous,â she says between bites.
âIâm moving out,â you mutter, dragging yourself to the couch. âI donât care if itâs to a cardboard box in the quad. Itâll be quieter than this.â
You think thatâs the end of itâJoeâs random sugar-borrowing adventure, Ellaâs endless teasingâbut of course, youâre wrong. Because a few hours later, just as youâre finally starting to drift off in the tiny bedroom you call your sanctuary, you hear it.
A muffled giggle. A low, rumbling voice youâd recognize anywhere. Then, unmistakably, the rhythmic creak of a bed frame against the wall.
Your eyes snap open, and for a moment, you pray youâre imagining things. Maybe itâs a nightmareâa cruel joke your overtired brain is playing on you. But then you hear it again, louder this time, followed by a very enthusiastic âOh my God, Joey!â
You groan, grabbing your pillow and pressing it over your ears.
From the other side of the wall, Ellaâs muffled voice reaches you through the darkness. âIs thatâŠ?â
âYes,â you hiss, your voice barely audible through the pillow. âItâs him.â
She snorts, and you can hear her shifting in her bed. âWell, at least heâs getting good use out of that sugar.â
You let out a strangled laugh, torn between exhaustion and disbelief. âI swear, if this goes on all nightââ
As if on cue, thereâs another creak, louder this time, followed by more giggling and exaggerated moaning.
Ella sighs. âThin walls, huh?â
âApparently,â you mutter, rolling onto your side and glaring at the wall like itâs personally offended you.
The noises continueâgiggles, muffled moans, the occasional thud that makes you wince. You bury your face in your pillow, silently cursing Joe Burrow and his audacity.
Itâs going to be a very, very long night.
The next morning comes too soon. Despite the symphony of creaks, giggles, and thuds that plagued the night, you manage to drag yourself out of bed, bleary-eyed and cranky. The coffee pot sputters as you pour yourself a life-saving cup, muttering curses at your neighbor under your breath. Ella, still in her pajamas, watches you from the couch with an amused smirk.
âYou look alive,â she teases, spooning cereal into her mouth. âBarely.â
âI hate him,â you say flatly, taking a long sip of coffee.
âSure you do,â she singsongs.
You donât dignify her with a response, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.
As luckâor fateâwould have it, the universe isnât done with you yet. Because just as youâre locking your apartment door, you hear the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking down the hallway.
You glance over your shoulder and immediately regret it.
There she is. Last nightâs Blonde of the Hour, strutting toward the elevator with a walk of shame so confident it might as well be a victory lap. Sheâs wearing Joeâs oversized LSU hoodie, paired with last nightâs skirt and heels. Her hair is tousled, but she doesnât seem to care.
And because the universe apparently has a sense of humor, she notices you at the same time you notice her.
âMorning!â she chirps, her voice way too chipper for someone who clearly didnât sleep much.
You press your lips together to keep from laughing, nodding in acknowledgment. âMorning.â
The two of you step into the elevator together, the silence stretching awkwardly between you. You steal a glance at her from the corner of your eye, wondering if she has any idea that her night of âfunâ ruined yours. But then she sighs and adjusts the sleeves of Joeâs hoodie, completely unbothered, and you realize she probably doesnât care.
The doors slide open to the lobby, and you step out first, your pace brisk as you make a beeline for the exit. But as you push through the glass doors into the bright morning sunlight, you nearly collide with none other than Joe Burrow himself.
Heâs leaning against his car, coffee cup in hand, looking far too put together for someone who should be as tired as you. His eyes widen slightly when he sees you, then flick over to the blonde trailing behind.
âMorning, neighbor,â he says, his voice laced with amusement.
âMorning,â you reply dryly, brushing past him toward your car.
But of course, he canât just let it go. âSleep well?â
You stop dead in your tracks, turning to glare at him. His smirk is infuriatingly smug, and you canât tell if heâs genuinely clueless or just messing with you.
âThin walls,â you say pointedly, raising an eyebrow.
His smirk falters for half a second before he recovers, lifting his coffee cup in a mock toast. âNoted.â
The blonde, oblivious to the tension, giggles. âJoe, you didnât tell me your neighbors were so fun!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead unlocking your car with more force than necessary. âOh, weâre a blast,â you mutter under your breath, sliding into the driverâs seat.
As you pull out of the parking lot, you catch a glimpse of Joe in your rearview mirror, still leaning against his car, watching you leave. Thereâs a flicker of something in his expressionâamusement, maybe, or curiosityâbut you donât have the energy to figure it out.
Later that afternoon, when youâre back in your apartment trying to catch up on work, Ella pops her head into the living room with a mischievous grin.
âGuess who I ran into at the coffee shop?â
You glance up warily. âWho?â
âJoe,â she says, plopping down on the couch. âHe said heâs planning a little âbuilding mixerâ this weekend. Invited everyone on the floor. Including us.â
You groan, letting your head fall back against the couch. âNo. Absolutely not. I am not going to some Burrow-hosted mixer.â
âOh, come on,â Ella says, nudging you with her foot. âIt could be fun. Free food, free drinks⊠awkward encounters with your mortal enemyâŠâ
You glare at her, but she just laughs. âYouâre going,â she says firmly. âI already RSVPâd for us.â
And just like that, you realize your week is about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Saturday night rolls around faster than youâd like, and with it comes the so-called âmixerâ that Joe Burrow somehow convinced Ella you had to attend. Youâd held onto the slim hope that it would be a small, quiet gathering of your neighbors in the building, with maybe some snacks, polite small talk, and an early exit for you.
Instead, you step off the elevator into what can only be described as chaos. The hallway is packed with people, the distant thrum of music vibrating through the walls. Someoneâs yelling about finding the keg, and the faint scent of spilled beer and cologne wafts toward you.
âThis is not a mixer,â you mutter to Ella as you both navigate your way through the crowd.
Ella, of course, looks thrilled. Sheâs dolled up in a crop top and high-waisted jeans, her hair and makeup perfectly done. âRelax,â she says, looping her arm through yours. âItâs just a party. Have a drink, let loose. Who knows? You might even have fun.â
You highly doubt that, but before you can argue, she spots JaâMarr Chase leaning against the doorway to Joeâs apartment and perks up immediately. âIâll catch up with you later!â she says, already untangling herself from your arm and heading toward him.
âElla!â you call after her, but sheâs too busy tossing a flirty smile JaâMarrâs way to notice.
Great. Now youâre alone in the middle of a party that feels like half of LSU showed up to, surrounded by strangers and sticky floors. You push your way toward the kitchen, hoping to grab a drink and then find a corner to blend into until Ella decides itâs time to leave.
But, because the universe apparently loves messing with you, you hear his voice before you see him.
âWell, well, look who decided to show up.â
You groan internally and turn to see Joe leaning against the counter, a Solo cup in hand and that ever-present smirk on his face. Heâs dressed casually in a fitted t-shirt and jeans, but somehow still manages to look like he owns the placeâwhich, technically, he does.
âIâm only here because Ella dragged me,â you say, crossing your arms. âDonât get any ideas.â
Joe chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. âCome on, admit it. Youâre having the time of your life.â
âYeah, sure,â you deadpan. âSticky floors and loud music are exactly my idea of fun.â
He grins, clearly enjoying your irritation. âYou know, if you wanted to hang out with me so badly, you couldâve just asked. No need to pretend Ella dragged you here.â
âIââ You stop yourself, realizing thereâs no point in arguing. Itâs exactly what he wants. Instead, you grab a bottle of water from the counter and turn to leave.
âHey, hold up,â he says, stepping in front of you. âYouâre not just gonna drink water all night, are you?â
âYes, Joe, I am,â you say, trying to sidestep him, but he moves to block you.
âAt least let me get you a real drink,â he says, gesturing toward the makeshift bar someone set up on the other side of the room. âI make a mean rum and Coke.â
âIâm fine, thanks.â
âSuit yourself,â he says, stepping aside, but not before adding, âBut youâre missing out. My bartending skills are unmatched.â
You roll your eyes and head toward the living room, finding a spot near the wall where you can observe without being dragged into the chaos. You sip your water and watch as Joe works the room, effortlessly charming everyone he talks to.
About an hour later, youâre starting to regret not leaving when Ella abandoned you. Youâve been stuck making awkward small talk with strangers, and the music is only getting louder.
Then Ella appears out of nowhere, grabbing your arm with a giggle. âCome with me,â she says, pulling you toward the corner where Joe and some of his teammates are lounging on a worn-out sectional.
âWhy?â you ask, resisting her tug.
âBecause JaâMarr wants to introduce me to his friends, and I donât want to go alone!â
You sigh, reluctantly following her over. JaâMarr greets Ella with a grin, and she practically melts under his attention. You, on the other hand, find yourself stuck sitting next to Joe, who looks far too pleased about the arrangement.
âMiss me already?â he asks, leaning closer so you can hear him over the music.
âNot even a little,â you reply, glaring at him.
He chuckles, clearly unbothered. âYouâre really bad at hiding how much you enjoy my company, you know that?â
You open your mouth to retort, but before you can, one of his teammates interrupts. âYo, Burrow, whoâs this?â
âThis,â Joe says, gesturing toward you with a dramatic flourish, âis my lovely neighbor.â
âNeighbor, huh?â the guy says, raising an eyebrow. âYou two seem⊠close.â
You snort. âNot even remotely.â
Joe grins, slinging an arm over the back of the couch behind you. âDonât listen to her,â he says. âSheâs just shy.â
You shoot him a withering look, but he only laughs, clearly enjoying himself.
As the night drags on, Joe makes it his personal mission to annoy you. Every time you try to leave, he finds a way to pull you back into the conversation, teasing you relentlessly. His teammates, to their credit, seem amused by the dynamic, occasionally chiming in with their own jokes.
By the time Ella finally decides sheâs ready to leave, youâre exhaustedâphysically and emotionally. You practically sprint for the door, eager to escape Joeâs smirk and the endless teasing.
As you step into the hallway, he calls after you, âSee you around, neighbor!â
You donât bother responding, instead dragging Ella toward the elevator. But as you press the button for your floor, you canât help but feel like you havenât seen the last of Joe Burrow tonightâor any night, for that matter.
The next week at LSU passes like any other, but somehow, Joe Burrow has managed to worm his way into your daily routine. It starts smallârunning into him at the mailboxes, hearing his muffled laughter through the thin walls at ungodly hours, and the occasional âgood morning, neighbor!â shouted across the courtyard when youâre clearly not in the mood.
Itâs maddening, really, the way he seems to delight in being everywhere you donât want him to be. And yet, despite your annoyance, you canât deny that his presence makes life just a little more⊠interesting.
FRIDAY NIGHT
Ella bursts through the apartment door, her face lit up with excitement. Youâre sprawled on the couch, flipping through lecture notes and wishing the week would end already.
âGuess what!â she exclaims, tossing her bag onto the counter.
âLet me guess,â you say dryly. âJaâMarr invited you to another party?â
âClose,â she says, wiggling her eyebrows. âJaâMarr and Joe are throwing a tailgate tomorrow before the game, and weâre invited.â
You groan, already dreading the idea of spending yet another afternoon dodging Joeâs incessant teasing. âIâm busy,â you lie.
âYouâre coming,â Ella insists, plopping down next to you. âItâs practically a campus tradition, and besides, you could use a little fun.â
âFun,â you repeat, raising an eyebrow. âIs that what weâre calling being forced to socialize with half of LSU now?â
Ella rolls her eyes. âCome on, itâll be fun. Food, drinks, andââ she grins mischievouslyââa chance to hang out with your favorite quarterback.â
You glare at her. âJoe Burrow is not my favorite anything.â
âUh-huh,â she says, clearly not believing you. âWear something cute. Weâre leaving at noon.â
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
The tailgate is, unsurprisingly, a spectacle. Rows of tents stretch across the field, decked out in purple and gold, with grills smoking and music blasting. Students and alumni alike mill about, laughing and chatting as they gear up for the game.
You follow Ella through the crowd, clutching a plastic cup of soda and trying to blend in. She, of course, makes a beeline for JaâMarr, whoâs manning the grill with an ease that suggests heâs done this a thousand times.
And where thereâs JaâMarr, thereâs Joe.
He spots you almost immediately, his trademark smirk spreading across his face as he waves you over. âHey, neighbor! Glad you could make it.â
âDonât flatter yourself,â you mutter, but heâs already stepping closer, his easy confidence making it impossible to ignore him.
âWhat, no hug?â he teases, holding his arms out dramatically.
âNot in this lifetime,â you reply, sidestepping him.
Ella, now fully engrossed in a conversation with JaâMarr, leaves you to fend for yourself. You glance around, debating whether to make a run for it, but Joe blocks your path, clearly amused by your discomfort.
âYouâre really bad at this whole socializing thing, arenât you?â he says, leaning casually against the nearest table.
âMaybe I just donât enjoy your company,â you retort, taking a sip of your drink.
He grins. âIf that were true, you wouldnât be here.â
Before you can respond, one of his teammates calls his name, distracting him long enough for you to slip away. You find a quieter spot near the edge of the field, letting the noise of the crowd fade into the background.
But, of course, Joe finds you again.
âThought youâd try to escape, huh?â he says, appearing at your side like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âI wasnât escaping,â you lie, crossing your arms.
âSure you werenât.â He pauses, glancing at the crowd. âNot a fan of tailgates?â
âNot a fan of crowds,â you admit.
He nods, surprisingly serious for once. âFair enough. Theyâre not for everyone.â
You glance at him, caught off guard by the genuine tone in his voice. Itâs a rare moment of sincerity from someone who seems to live for getting under your skin.
And then, just as quickly, the moment passes.
âStill,â he says, his smirk returning, âyouâve got to admit, the foodâs pretty good. JaâMarrâs burgers? Best on campus.â
The party stretched well into the night, turning the once-bustling tailgate into a dimly lit, hazy scene of music, laughter, and scattered conversations. Youâd almost forgotten how much you hated these kinds of events. The air was warm, the smell of grilled food and spilled beer thick, but for once, you werenât faking a smile just to survive.
Instead, you were leaning against a folding chair near the makeshift DJ booth, chatting with a guy named Wes. He was a linebacker for LSU, though, by his own admission, mostly a benchwarmer. Shy, soft-spoken, and refreshingly normal, Wes wasnât at all what you expected to find at a party like this.
âYouâre telling me youâve never been to Mikeâs cage?â he asked, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the music.
You laughed. âI donât know, it just never seemed like a big deal to me. Itâs a tiger.â
His eyes widened in mock offense. âItâs not just a tiger. Itâs our tiger.â
âOkay, okay, maybe Iâll check it out sometime,â you said, grinning at his enthusiasm.
From the corner of your eye, you caught movement, and instinctively, you glanced over. There, leaning against the bar table, was Joe.
His usual smirk was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his jaw was tight, and his eyes were fixed on you and Wes.
The sight of his uncharacteristically cold expression sent a jolt through you. Was he annoyed? No, that didnât make sense. He didnât care about you, not really.
Wes was saying something about the tiger habitat, but your attention flickered back to Joe. His knuckles whitened around the edge of his red Solo cup, and he seemed to be muttering something to JaâMarr, who only shrugged in response.
âEverything okay?â Wes asked, his brow furrowed as he followed your gaze.
You blinked, forcing yourself to refocus. âYeah, sorry. What were you saying?â
Joe, however, was impossible to ignore. At one point, he stormed past your little corner of the party, brushing close enough that you could feel the heat of his arm against yours.
Wes had just finished telling a story about his first LSU practice, his nervous laughter making you smile, when Joeâs voice cut through the conversation like a jagged knife.
âNice to see you making friends,â he said, his tone just sharp enough to raise the hairs on your neck.
You turned to find Joe standing a few feet away, his trademark smirk forced and strained. He wasnât looking at you but at Wes, his gaze heavy with something you couldnât quite place.
âHey, Burrow,â Wes said, his voice even but noticeably quieter.
Joe stepped closer, ignoring you entirely as he clapped Wes on the shoulder. âWesley Evans, right? Linebacker extraordinaire.â His words were light, almost teasing, but there was a strange undertone to them.
âUh, yeah,â Wes said, rubbing the back of his neck. âThough âextraordinaireâ might be a bit of a stretch.â
Joe chuckled, his laugh cold. âOh, come on. Donât sell yourself short. I mean, someoneâs got to keep the bench warm, right?â
The group went silent.
You froze, your stomach dropping as the words settled over the conversation like a wet blanket. Wesâs easygoing demeanor faltered for just a momentâjust long enough for you to catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes.
But he recovered quickly, letting out a forced laugh. âYeah, well, someoneâs gotta do it.â
âJoe,â JaâMarr said sharply, stepping forward. âThat was uncalled for.â
Joe raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk faltering. âWhat? I was just joking.â
âNo, you werenât,â JaâMarr said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You stared at Joe, your chest tightening with a mix of anger and confusion. What was his problem? Youâd seen him tease people before, but this was something else. This was cruel.
Joeâs eyes finally flicked to yours, and for a brief second, something like regret flashed across his face. But just as quickly, he turned away, muttering, âWhatever,â before stalking off into the crowd.
The group stood in awkward silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
âIâm sorry about that,â you said softly, turning to Wes.
He shook his head, forcing a smile. âDonât worry about it. Happens all the time.â
But you could see the way his shoulders sagged, the way his fingers tightened around the edge of his cup.
JaâMarr sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âHeâs not usually like that.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â you muttered, still staring at the spot where Joe had disappeared.
JaâMarr shot you a look but said nothing. The group eventually dispersed, the easy energy of the night soured by the encounter.
And as you followed Ella home later, you couldnât stop replaying the moment in your head, trying to piece together why Joe Burrow seemed so determined to ruin the nightânot just for you, but for Wes, too.
The walk back to your apartment was quiet, the faint buzz of crickets and distant party music filling the air as you and Ella navigated the dimly lit sidewalks. The night had been long, and your head was still spinning from Joeâs earlier outburst. Youâd always known him to be annoying, maybe even a little infuriating, but tonight was different. There was a sharpness to him, an edge that left you unsettled.
Ella broke the silence first, her voice soft. âWhat do you think that was about? With Joe, I mean.â
You shrugged, kicking a loose pebble down the pavement. âWho knows? Maybe he ran out of people to torture and decided to branch out.â
Ella laughed lightly but didnât press further. By the time you reached your apartment complex, the cool night air had started to seep into your skin, making you shiver. All you could think about was collapsing into bed and forgetting this day ever happened.
But, of course, Joe Burrow had other plans.
There he was, right in front of your door, pressed up against yet another blonde, her manicured nails tangled in his hair as they made out like the world was ending.
You stopped dead in your tracks, Ella nearly bumping into you.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â you muttered under your breath.
At the sound of your voice, Joe broke away from his hookup, turning to face you with a smirk that was equal parts shameless and infuriating.
âWell, well, if it isnât my favorite neighbor,â he drawled, his voice low and teasing. âDidnât think youâd be back so soon. Wes not invite you over for a post-party study session?â
Your jaw tightened. âGet out of the way, Burrow.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. âWhatâs the rush? You donât want to hang out? I can introduce you toâŠuhâŠâ He glanced at the girl beside him, snapping his fingers as if trying to remember her name.
The blonde giggled, clearly unbothered. âStephanie,â she offered, tucking her hair behind her ear.
âRight. Stephanie,â Joe said, his grin widening.
Ella groaned softly beside you, crossing her arms. âJoe, move. Weâre tired.â
âYeah, yeah,â he said, stepping aside but not before leaning casually against the doorframe, effectively blocking your path again. âBut seriously, whereâs Wes? Thought you two were hitting it off. Or is he back on the bench already?â
âAre you serious right now?â you snapped, finally losing the last shred of patience you had left.
Joe straightened up, clearly surprised by the sudden bite in your tone. âWhat? Iâm just messing around.â
âNo, youâre being a jerk,â you shot back. âFirst, you humiliate Wes at the party, and now youâre standing here, rubbing it in like itâs some kind of joke. Whatâs your problem?â
Stephanie shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting between you and Joe. âUh, maybe we shouldââ
âNot now,â Joe cut her off, his tone sharper than youâd ever heard it. He didnât even look at her, his eyes locked on yours.
Stephanieâs mouth fell open in shock. âExcuse me?â
âJust go,â he said, his voice quieter but no less firm.
For a moment, the three of you stood frozen, the tension hanging thick in the air. Then, with an indignant huff, Stephanie grabbed her purse and stormed off, her heels clicking angrily against the pavement.
Ellaâs eyebrows shot up to her hairline. âWow,â she muttered under her breath.
Joe ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply before turning back to you. âHappy now?â
âNo,â you said, crossing your arms. âYouâre still here.â
âUnbelievable,â he muttered, shaking his head. âYouâre acting like I committed some crime. I was just joking, okay? Itâs not my fault you canât take a little teasing.â
âTeasing?â you repeated, incredulous. âJoe, you embarrassed Wes in front of everyone tonight. And for what? To make yourself feel better? To prove youâre the big man on campus?â
His jaw clenched, the cocky facade cracking ever so slightly. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
âThen enlighten me,â you challenged, taking a step closer. âWhy do you always have to be such an ass?â
For a moment, he didnât say anything, his gaze dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and tense. âMaybe because itâs the only way to get your attention.â
Your breath caught, his words hitting like a punch to the gut. Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, the sound of his door slamming echoing through the quiet hallway.
Ella let out a low whistle. âWell, that wasâŠsomething.â
You stared after him, your heart pounding in your chest. âYeah,â you said softly. âSomething.â
âDid he justâŠ?â Ellaâs voice was barely a whisper beside you.
You swallowed hard, not trusting yourself to speak. What the hell was that supposed to mean? It wasnât like Joe to be vulnerableâhell, he practically lived to get under your skin. And yet, there it was, hanging in the air: the truth you never asked for, wrapped up in all his stupid teasing and annoying antics.
âForget it,â you finally muttered, fumbling with your keys as you moved to unlock the door. âHeâs just trying to mess with me.â
âUh-huh,â Ella said slowly, following you inside. âBecause, you know, the guy who just ditched a hot blonde to argue with you at midnight clearly doesnât care.â
You shot her a glare, unwilling to entertain the idea. âIâm going to bed.â
Ella raised her hands in surrender, smirking knowingly as she headed for her room. âOkay, but donât act surprised when he shows up tomorrow. Heâs not exactly the type to let things go.â
âGoodnight, Ella,â you said firmly, shutting your bedroom door behind you.
But as you lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, you couldnât get his words out of your head. Maybe because itâs the only way to get your attention. Was he serious? Or was this just another game to him, a way to throw you off-balance and make you question everything?
With a frustrated sigh, you rolled over, punching your pillow as if it was somehow Joeâs fault that you couldnât sleep. Whatever his deal was, you werenât going to let him get under your skin any more than he already had.
But deep down, you knew it was too late. Because whether you liked it or not, Joe Burrow had already wormed his way into your thoughtsâand no amount of denial was going to change that.
The next morning, you woke up to a series of loud knocks on your door, far too early for any sane person to be awake. Groaning, you pulled the covers over your head, but the knocking continued, persistent and unrelenting.
âGo away!â you yelled, but the noise didnât stop.
With a huff, you threw off the blankets and stumbled out of bed, yanking open the door with every intention of giving whoever it was a piece of your mind.
But, of course, it was Joe.
He stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe like he hadnât just woken you up at the crack of dawn, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âMorning, neighbor.â
You stared at him, too stunned and too tired to muster a response.
âDidnât think youâd be up,â he said, his tone annoyingly chipper.
âI wasnât,â you snapped, rubbing your eyes. âWhat the hell do you want?â
His smile widened, and he held up a to-go coffee cup, the LSU logo bright against the paper sleeve. âThought you might need a pick-me-up.â
You blinked at the cup, then at him, suspicion rising. âWhatâs the catch?â
âNo catch,â he said, still holding it out. âJust coffee. Truce?â
You hesitated, the words from last night still lingering between you. But, against your better judgment, you reached for the cup, your fingers brushing his for a brief second. âFine. Truce. For now.â
His eyes gleamed, like heâd just won some kind of invisible battle. âIâll take it.â He turned to leave but paused, glancing over his shoulder. âOh, and by the wayâIâm not going anywhere.â
And with that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the doorway with a coffee cup in hand and the distinct feeling that, somehow, things were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Things between you and Wes have been going really well. Youâve been texting each other daily since that first meeting in the quad, and his messages always seem to bring a smile to your face. Some days, you talk about classes and the usual college chaosâcomplaining about professors who seem to thrive on assigning last-minute papers, laughing over campus gossip, or sharing music recommendations.
Other days, the conversations drift into deeper topics: family, future dreams, and the things you never thought youâd share with someone youâd barely known a few weeks ago. It's easy, effortless, and you feel like you've known him forever. There's a connection that grows stronger with each passing day, his texts becoming a constant you look forward to amid the swirl of college life.
When game days roll around, you make sure to watch, even if football has never been your thing. You learn enough of the basics to text him encouragement before each game and tease him when his team makes a stupid play. And every single time he wins, you get a photo of him in his jersey, sweaty and glowing with victory, his smile so wide you can feel it through the screen.
One crisp Saturday evening after a particularly big gameâa win that had the entire stadium roaring and chanting for moreâyour phone buzzes. Itâs Wes, as expected, but this time the message is different.
Wes: Big win tonight. You should come out to celebrateâparty at the house. It'll be fun, promise.
You hesitate for a moment. Frat parties arenât usually your scene, but the idea of seeing Wes in person after weeks of building up this text-based connection makes your heart beat a little faster. It feels like the right time to finally break out of the comfort of your phone screen. You donât want to overthink it, so you respond quickly.
You: Okay, Iâll come! What time? Wes: Perfect. Starts at 9, but Iâll be there around 10. Meet me out front? Iâll make sure you donât get lost.
You canât help but laugh at thatâhis protective side has become more apparent lately, and you find it kind of endearing. The rest of the evening passes in a blur of anticipation. You try on half your wardrobe, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness that makes your stomach flutter. After way too much deliberation, you settle on something thatâs cute but comfortableâa black crop top, jeans that fit just right, and your favorite sneakers. Casual, but you donât want to come off like youâre trying too hard.
The party was in full swing by the time you and Wes went in, the familiar buzz of laughter and music filling the air. His arm rested loosely around your shoulders as you made your way through the packed house, a red solo cup already in his hand. It was a typical LSU post-game celebrationâteammates hyped up from their win, students eager for a reason to cut loose, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting.
Wes, ever the golden retriever type, was all smiles as he greeted his teammates. You couldnât help but feel a twinge of guilt as you plastered on your own smile. Wes was greatâsweet, thoughtful, and good-looking to bootâbut there was something missing. Conversations with him always felt a little too polished, like he was sticking to a script.
Still, you werenât going to let your wandering thoughts ruin the night. As he led you toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen, you decided to let loose a little, leaning into his world for the evening.
You were two drinks in when you felt itâa shift in the air that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Glancing across the room, your eyes locked with Joeâs. He was leaning casually against the wall, his cup dangling from his fingers as he laughed at something JaâMarr said. But his focus wasnât on his teammateâit was on you.
That look.
Youâd seen it before, the one that screamed Iâm up to something. Your stomach twisted as his lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk.
âWhatâs wrong?â Wes asked, his voice breaking through your thoughts.
âNothing,â you said quickly, forcing a smile. âJust thought I saw someone I knew.â
Wes didnât notice your distraction, too busy rambling about the game. You nodded along, but your attention kept drifting back to Joe. He was still watching, and now he was moving.
Straight toward you.
âWesley,â Joe said, his voice louder than necessary as he clapped a hand on Wesâs shoulder. âMan of the hour! Hell of a game tonight.â
Wes beamed, his chest puffing out a little. âThanks, Burrow. That means a lot coming from you.â
âOh, donât mention it,â Joe said smoothly, his grin sharpening. âYouâre really making a name for yourself out there.â He paused, his tone dipping just enough to make the compliment feel off. âYouâve got a solid five minutes of playing time this season, right?â
Wes laughed, missing the sarcasm entirely. âYeah, Coach says Iâm improving every week.â
Joe nodded, his expression the picture of sincerity. âNo doubt. Youâre an inspiration, man. Really showing the bench how itâs done.â
You rolled your eyes, biting back the urge to step in. Wes didnât deserve to be Joeâs verbal punching bag, even if he was too oblivious to notice.
Then Joe shifted his focus.
âAnd this,â he said, gesturing toward you with his cup, âis the girl everyoneâs been talking about?â
You stiffened, already bracing yourself.
âSheâs great, right?â Wes said proudly, tightening his arm around your waist.
âAbsolutely,â Joe said, his eyes locking on yours. âSmart, pretty, patient.â His lips twitched as he added, âDefinitely one of a kind.â
The room felt hotter, smaller. You knew what he was doing, and you refused to let him win.
âWow, Joe,â you said, your tone dripping with mock sweetness. âThatâs almost a compliment. Are you feeling okay?â
The corners of his mouth twitched upward. âWhat can I say? Iâm a generous guy.â
Wes chuckled awkwardly, clearly missing the tension simmering between the two of you. But the people around you werenât as oblivious. Conversations around the kitchen began to quiet, heads subtly turning in your direction.
Joe leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. âThough I gotta say, Wes, youâve got your hands full. She seems like the type to keep you on your toes. Always ready with a snappy comeback.â
You took a step forward, your jaw tightening. âMaybe because some people deserve it.â
âOh, Iâm sure youâre talking about me,â Joe said, his smirk widening. âBut hey, youâve got to admit, I keep things interesting.â
âInteresting?â you repeated, your voice rising. âYou mean infuriating.â
By now, you were toe-to-toe, the space between you charged with unspoken words and something else you refused to acknowledge.
Joeâs eyes flicked down to your lips for a fraction of a second before he smiled again, softer this time. âGuess thatâs one way to put it.â
Your breath caught, and for a moment, you were certain everyone in the room could see the way your cheeks flushed, the way your chest rose and fell faster than it should have.
Joe straightened, patting Wes on the back. âYouâve got a good one here, man. Donât screw it up.â
And just like that, he was gone, disappearing back into the crowd with that stupid smirk still on his face.
Wes turned to you, oblivious as ever. âMan, Joeâs great, isnât he?â
You didnât answer, too busy trying to calm the storm raging inside you. Because as much as you hated to admit it, Joe Burrow had just gotten under your skin again. And this time, you werenât sure you could shake him off.
The days blur together after the party, each one bleeding into the next with a heavy quiet you canât shake. Joe hasnât teased you, hasnât made any more snide comments in passing. Itâs almost like heâs disappeared entirely, and the silence heâs left behind feels suffocating.
But it's not the kind of peace you wantedâit's the kind that echoes, that bounces around inside your skull, replaying the things he said over and over again until you canât ignore them anymore. You try to focus on Wes, try to let his easygoing, good-natured attitude soothe the irritation that keeps curling under your skin, but the more you think about Joeâs words, the more they fester. Suddenly, everything about Wes feels too soft, too careful. Heâs kind, yes, but there's a blandness to it, a safe predictability that only makes you itch for something sharper.
Then, days later, you find yourself in the apartment lobby, bundled up against the late autumn chill, glaring at a maintenance form on the wall. The hot waterâs been out for days, and youâre halfway through filling out a complaint when you hear footsteps behind you. You donât have to turn around to know who it isâthe shift in the air is enough.
"Wow, fancy meeting you here," comes Joeâs voice, smooth and mocking, with just enough bite to make your spine stiffen. You donât turn around, donât give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you keep writing, the pen pressing hard enough against the paper that it almost tears.
"Cold water bothering you too?" he continues when you donât respond, his tone amused. You can feel him looming behind you, a little too close, and you grit your teeth, willing yourself to stay calm.
"Just trying to get it fixed," you reply curtly, finally turning around and catching the cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Youâre not in the mood for whatever game heâs about to play, but of course, heâs not about to let you off that easy. His gaze slides from the form in your hand back up to your face, one eyebrow quirking up in that infuriating way that always makes you want to wipe the smugness off his face.
"Surprised youâre handling it yourself," Joe drawls, his eyes bright with something almost like delight. "Thought you'd get your little boyfriend to do it for you."
Your fingers tighten around the pen, and you force yourself to take a breath, ignoring the way your pulse quickens. "Not everything revolves around Wes," you shoot back, but your voice wavers just enough to make Joeâs smirk widen. His eyes flick over your face, and you hate the way he seems to read every expression, every crack in the mask youâre struggling to hold up.
"Really?" he says, the word heavy with skepticism. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall like heâs settling in for a show. "Couldâve fooled me. Heâs got you wrapped around his little finger, huh? I bet youâre the perfect, supportive girlfriend." His voice drips with sarcasm, and something inside you snaps.
"Shut up, Joe," you hiss, your voice low and dangerous. You turn back to the form, determined to ignore him, but he doesnât move. In fact, he leans in closer, his breath warm on your ear.
"Why?" he murmurs, his voice soft but taunting, like heâs got all the time in the world. "Hit a nerve?"
You donât answer. You canât. Because the truth is, he did hit a nerve. And he knows it.
"Come on," he pushes, a note of genuine curiosity in his tone now. "Donât you ever get tired of it? Playing nice, doing everything right, sticking with someone whoâs⊠I dunno, safe?"
You spin around, eyes blazing, and Joeâs face lights up with triumph. "You donât know anything about him," you snap, but thereâs a waver in your voice that makes Joeâs eyes narrow with interest. "Wes is kind, and heâs decent, and he actually cares about people, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for you."
Joeâs smile doesnât falter. In fact, it only grows wider, almost wolfish, and you hate that it sends a thrill through you, a charge that leaves your heart racing. "Yeah," he says, his tone almost pitying, "heâs safe. Boring. Heâs exactly the kind of guy whoâd never get in your way, never challenge you, never push back. And youâre happy with that? Really?"
You glare at him, your blood boiling, but you canât look away. Because some part of youâthe part youâve been trying to silence for daysâknows heâs right, and it makes you want to scream. "What the hell is your problem, Joe?" you demand, your voice shaking with anger. "Why do you even care? What does it matter to you if Iâm with him or not?"
For a moment, something flickers in Joeâs eyes, something you canât quite read, but itâs gone as quickly as it appears, replaced by that infuriating smirk. "I donât care," he says, too quickly, his voice a little too smooth. "I just think itâs funny, thatâs all. Watching you pretend like heâs enough for you."
You step closer without realizing it, your fists clenched at your sides. "You donât know what youâre talking about," you insist, but it sounds weak, even to your own ears. Joeâs gaze drops to your lips for a split second, and you feel a jolt of something hot and dangerous twist in your stomach.
"Donât I?" he murmurs, and suddenly, youâre standing toe-to-toe, your breath mingling with his, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. Heâs so close, close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the way his smirk softens just enough to be dangerous.
You donât move. Neither does he.
Thereâs a beat, a moment suspended in time where it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to just the two of you, the weight of everything unsaid hanging heavy in the air. Then, suddenly, Joeâs expression shifts, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he leans back, breaking the spell. He claps you on the shoulder, his touch light but lingering.
"Good talk," he says, his tone infuriatingly cheerful as he pushes past you towards the elevator, leaving you standing there, breathless and rattled.
"Have fun with Wes," he throws over his shoulder, and the door slides shut behind him before you can find the words to reply. Youâre left staring at the closed elevator doors, your chest heaving and your hands still trembling around the pen, the echoes of Joeâs taunting voice ricocheting in your mind.
And for the first time in days, the silence feels even louder.
The days drag by, and every one of them feels heavier, weighed down by Joe's words. They hang over you, echoing whenever you try to ignore them, seeping into your thoughts when you're with Wes. The way he holds your hand, the way he smiles politely at your jokes, the way he never raises his voice or teases you too hardâitâs all safe. Itâs what you thought you wanted. But now, thanks to Joe, itâs all starting to feel empty, like a shell with nothing inside.
As if to make matters worse, Joe's been louder, more present, and more irritating than ever. Heâs upped his game, bringing a new girl home almost every night, the kind who giggle just a little too loud in the stairwell, whose heels click sharply against the tile floors, waking you and Ella up in the middle of the night. You hear them laughing through the paper-thin walls, their voices carrying long after you wish theyâd shut up. Ella throws a pillow at the wall one night, groaning in frustration, but you just lie there, staring up at the dark ceiling, the annoyance mixing with something elseâsomething you refuse to name.
And then Wesâs birthday sneaks up on you, like a storm youâd been pretending not to see on the horizon. Everyone's talking about itâthe party of the semester, hosted at his parentsâ mansion on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. You know itâs a big deal. Wesâs parents are the kind who throw events instead of parties, the kind where everyoneâs wearing their best, and youâd feel out of place if you werenât on Wesâs arm. You spend way too long picking out your dress, ignoring Ellaâs teasing smile as you change twice and then settle on something classy, something you think Wesâs parents will approve of.
The mansion is even more extravagant than you expected. Tall, stately, and glowing with warm light spilling from every window. A string quartet plays softly near the entrance, and thereâs enough champagne to drown in. Itâs a perfect picture of Southern elegance, the kind of party where everyoneâs on their best behavior and no one dares spill a drink on the white marble floors.
Youâre almost able to relax, standing with Wes as he introduces you to old friends and relatives, his arm around your waist like youâre some kind of prize. But then, from across the room, you catch sight of someone familiar stepping through the grand double doors, and the air goes still.
Joe. And heâs not alone.
On his arm is a girl who looks like sheâs stepped straight out of a beauty magazineâperfect curls cascading down her back, a dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, and a pageant smile that could light up the whole room. Sheâs everything youâre not: polished, pristine, and undeniably beautiful. And Joeâs leaning in close to her, whispering something that makes her laugh, the sound light and carefree, echoing above the music.
Your heart sinks. You should have known heâd be here. You should have known heâd show up with someone like her.
The moment he walks in, itâs like the temperature drops. You feel him scan the room, his gaze sliding over the crowd until it lands on you. Thereâs a flicker of recognition, a half-smile that tugs at his lips, and for a second, you swear heâs going to make a beeline for you, but then he turns to his date, all easy charm and confidence.
You look away quickly, swallowing down the hot, bitter twinge of jealousy that rises in your chest. Beside you, Wes is oblivious, laughing with some cousin or another, completely unaware of the storm thatâs building in your mind.
The party moves on, but you can't shake the weight in your chest. Every time you turn around, Joe is thereâalways in your peripheral, laughing with his date or effortlessly sliding into conversations with people heâs never met, commanding attention without even trying. And itâs driving you mad. You hate that heâs here, hate the way his presence seems to seep into every corner of the room, hate that you canât stop looking for him, even when you donât mean to.
Wesâs parents announce dinner, and you find yourself at a long table, perfectly set with silverware that you donât even know how to use properly. Wes is on your left, chatting away, and you force yourself to smile and nod at the right moments, though your gaze keeps drifting over his shoulder. Joe is at the far end of the table, but his eyes meet yoursâbright and full of something that feels like a challenge. He raises his glass in your direction, and you donât miss the way his date practically glows under his attention, leaning into his side.
You grit your teeth, focusing on Wes, whoâs completely unaware of the way your stomach is twisting. Heâs sweet, attentive, a perfect gentleman, and you wish you could ignore the itch under your skin, the restlessness that grows with each passing minute. But itâs there, burning hotter every time you catch sight of Joe, laughing too loud or leaning in too close to whisper in his date's ear.
By the time dessert is served, youâre practically vibrating with frustration, and Wesâs voice is starting to blur into the background. Heâs telling some long-winded story about his summer at the family lake house, but all you can think about is how easy it would be to just walk over to the other end of the table andâ
âHey, you alright?â Wesâs voice breaks through your thoughts, and you force yourself to focus on him, pasting on a smile that feels hollow.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you lie, reaching for your glass of champagne and taking a sip that burns all the way down. He seems satisfied, squeezing your hand gently under the table, but his touch feels distant, almost suffocating.
And when you glance back at Joe, heâs watching you, his smile sharper than you remember. Thereâs a glint in his eyes that makes your skin prickle, like heâs waiting for something, like he knows exactly what kind of game heâs playing. His date is still chattering away, oblivious to the way his gaze keeps flicking back to you, like a tether he canât quite cut loose.
You look away, your face heating, and try to drown out the feeling with another sip of champagne. But it's no use. The night has only just begun, and you already knowâitâs going to be a long one.
You escape upstairs, the noise of the party fading as you climb the grand, spiraling staircase. Itâs quieter up here, with the muted sound of conversation and laughter drifting up from below, and you can finally breathe a little easier. Youâre not even sure what youâre doingâjust that you need a break from the suffocating conversation, the polished smiles, and the feeling of being watched. Wes is deep in conversation with a teammate, and it was easy enough to slip away unnoticed. You tell yourself you're only going to the bathroom, but you donât even bother finding one. You just wander down the hall, hoping to collect yourself, to calm the thudding in your chest.
But then, of course, you see him.
Joe, leaning lazily against the wall at the end of the hallway, like heâs been waiting for you. Thereâs no sign of his dateâsheâs probably downstairs, lost in the crowdâbut Joeâs here, and he looks too damn comfortable, his tie loosened and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He gives you that infuriating half-smirk the second your eyes meet, like heâs been expecting you. Like he knows youâre going to stop.
âLost?â he drawls, his voice a low, lazy tease, and you freeze, every muscle in your body going tense.
âNo,â you snap, hating the way your heart skips when he pushes off the wall, taking a step closer. âJust getting some air.â
âFrom Wes?â he asks, eyebrows raising, and you can hear the taunt in his tone, the way he draws out the name like itâs a joke. âOr from this whole perfect little party of his?â
âNone of your business,â you shoot back, but heâs closer now, and you hate how your breath catches, how the air between you feels thick and electric. Heâs looking at you like heâs stripping away all the layers youâve put upâthe polite smiles, the careful charmâand seeing straight through to the part of you thatâs restless and hungry for a fight.
âYou know, I canât tell if youâre actually enjoying yourself,â he says, his voice dropping lower, almost intimate. âOr if youâre just playing the role of âgood girlfriendâ to make everyone happy.â
âShut up, Joe,â you warn, but your voice is weaker than you want it to be, and he notices. Of course he notices. He takes another step, and suddenly heâs way too close, the heat of him radiating into the space between you, making it harder to breathe.
âOr is it that Wes is justâŠtoo boring for you?â he presses, and something snaps. You step forward, shoving him hard enough to make him stumble back a step, anger flaring white-hot in your chest.
âWhy do you care?â you demand, your voice rising. âWhy do you always have to ruin everything? You canât stand seeing me happy, can you? You always have to get in the wayââ
âOh, please,â he cuts you off, his voice sharp with irritation. âDonât act like Iâm the one ruining things. Youâre the one who canât stop looking at me. Youâre the one whoâs pretending this perfect little relationship is enough for you.â
You donât even think. You just react, stepping closer, your chest heaving with the force of your anger, your hands curling into fists at your sides. âYou donât know anything about me!â you shout, the words tearing out of you before you can stop them. âYou donât know what I want or what I need, so stop pretending like you have me all figured out!â
Heâs laughing now, a low, mocking sound that sets your teeth on edge, and you want to hit him, to scream, to do something to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. But then heâs had enough. Suddenly, he moves, quick as a flash, and before you can even blink, heâs grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up as if you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder in one swift, effortless motion.
âPut me down!â you shout, struggling against him, but he just tightens his grip, carrying you down the hall like youâre some kind of rag doll. Your fists beat uselessly against his back, and youâre half-cursing, half-panicking as he ignores you, kicking open the nearest door and stepping inside.
The door slams shut behind him, and you barely register the darkened roomâa guest bedroom, dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the curtainsâbefore heâs setting you down, pressing you up against the wall with a force that steals the breath from your lungs. Youâre too stunned to move, your back hitting the cold plaster, and suddenly his body is pinning you there, his hands on either side of your face, caging you in.
âFinally shut you up,â he mutters, his voice rough, and you feel a shiver run down your spine at the way his breath brushes your cheek, hot and fast. His eyes are dark, burning with something youâve never seen before, and the space between you feels like itâs crackling, alive with an energy that makes your skin prickle and your pulse race.
âWhy do you have to be such aââ you start, but he cuts you off, leaning in closer, so close that you can feel the warmth of his chest pressing against yours. His mouth is inches from yours, his lips twisting into a wicked smile.
âGo on,â he taunts, his voice low and dangerous. âSay it. Tell me what you really think.â
Youâre breathing hard, your anger warring with something hotter, something thatâs been building between you for months, and you canât stop yourself. âYouâre an asshole,â you spit, your hands coming up to shove at his chest, but he doesnât move. He just leans in, his nose brushing against yours, the air between you thick and suffocating.
âAnd you,â he says softly, his voice almost gentle, âare a liar.â
You donât know who moves firstâwhether itâs him closing the distance or you surging up to meet himâbut suddenly his mouth is on yours, hard and desperate, and youâre kissing him back like itâs the only thing youâve ever wanted. The kiss is furious, full of all the things you canât say, all the frustration and the longing and the anger thatâs been building up for so long it feels like itâs going to explode. His hands are in your hair, his grip almost painful, and youâre clinging to him, pulling him closer, gasping into his mouth as he presses you harder against the wall.
âTell me you donât want this,â he whispers against your lips, his breath ragged, and you shake your head, too far gone to think, to lie, to do anything but pull him closer, your nails digging into his shoulders.
âShut up,â you breathe, and he laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin, before he kisses you again, deeper this time, slower, like heâs savoring the taste of your surrender. The room feels too small, the air too thick, and you know you should stop, you know this is wrong, but you canât, not when his hands are sliding down your sides, not when his body is pressing into yours, not when heâs kissing you like heâs been waiting for this just as long as you have.
And then, suddenly, itâs too much. You push him away, your breath coming in short, harsh gasps, and he lets you go, stepping back with a grin thatâs all arrogance and triumph. Your lips feel swollen, your face flushed, and you hate that you canât stop looking at him, that you want more even though you know you shouldnât.
âSee?â he says softly, his voice maddeningly smug. âI do know you.â
The words barely have time to leave his mouth before youâre on him again, shoving him away from you, your hands hitting his chest with more force than you intend. He stumbles back a step, a flash of surprise crossing his face before his eyes harden, that infuriating grin vanishing. Youâre both breathing hard, the air between you heavy with everything unspoken, with all the sharp words that have been building up since the day you met.
âYou donât know anything!â you snap, your voice cracking, and he just laughs, a short, humorless sound that makes your blood boil.
âYou keep saying that,â he shoots back, his voice low and dangerous, âbut here you are. Every time, itâs the same thing. You want me to stop? Then say it. Tell me to leave.â
You open your mouth to say exactly that, to tell him to go to hell and stay out of your life, but the words wonât come. They catch in your throat, tangled up with the truth you canât face, and he sees it. He always sees it. His gaze softens, something like understanding flickering in those dark eyes, and it pisses you off more than anything.
âSee?â he murmurs, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. âYou canât. Because you donât want me to.â
âShut up,â you whisper, but itâs too lateâheâs already crowding into your space, his hand curling around the back of your neck, tilting your face up to his. You hate him for the way heâs looking at you, like heâs unraveling you with a single glance, like he knows exactly how to break you down, and before you can stop yourself, youâre surging up, your hands fisting in his shirt as you kiss him again, harder this time, angrier.
His arms come around you instantly, pulling you closer, and you hate that it feels good, that it feels right, even as youâre pushing against him, your nails digging into his shoulders. Itâs a mess of teeth and tongues, the kiss desperate and furious, and youâre drowning in it, in the heat of him, in the way his fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp.
Then the door swings open, and you both jerk apart, your breaths coming in ragged, uneven pants. You barely have time to process whatâs happening before you see JaâMarr standing there, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. He looks at you, then at Joe, and lets out a long, frustrated sigh.
âReally, Joe?â he says, his voice laced with disappointment. âIn the middle of Wesâs birthday party? Do you have a death wish or something?â
âCalm down,â Joe says coolly, like heâs not the least bit bothered, his gaze still fixed on you, as if daring you to run. âWe were just talking.â
âYeah,â JaâMarr scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. âTalking, right. Because making out with your teammateâs girl is totally a normal conversation.â
You feel your cheeks burn, and you step back, smoothing down your clothes like you can erase what just happened. âThisâthis was nothing,â you stammer, trying to ignore the way Joeâs lips curl into a smirk at your flustered tone. âWeâre done here.â
Joe just gives you a lazy, almost triumphant smile, like heâs won some unspoken battle, and turns to JaâMarr with a shrug. âSheâs got a mind of her own, you know,â he says, and you want to punch him, to scream, but JaâMarr just shakes his head, looking equal parts disappointed and resigned.
âWhatever,â JaâMarr mutters, grabbing Joeâs arm and pulling him out into the hallway. âYou need to get your act together. Wes is going to notice if you keep pulling this crap.â
Joeâs eyes flick to you one last time, something unreadable in his expression, before he lets JaâMarr drag him away. The door clicks shut behind them, and youâre left alone in the darkened room, your heart racing and your thoughts spinning out of control. You know you should follow them, that you should go back downstairs and pretend like nothing happened, but your knees feel weak, and it takes you a long moment to gather yourself, to steady your breathing.
By the time you make your way back down to the party, your face feels numb, and youâve forced on the brightest smile you can muster. Joe is already back in the thick of things, his arm slung casually around his dateâs waist, laughing like he doesnât have a care in the world. You want to be angry, to hate him for making it look so easy, but then Wes catches sight of you, his eyes lighting up as he excuses himself from his conversation.
âHey, there you are!â he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You try to smile, but it feels fake, like your skin doesnât fit right anymore. âWhereâd you disappear to?â
âJust needed a minute,â you say, your voice sounding hollow even to your own ears. Youâre about to say something else, anything to fill the awkward silence, when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.
Joeâs watching you, his gaze flicking from your face to your mouth, and thatâs when you realizeâhis lips are still stained with the faintest trace of your lipstick, a dark, telltale smear at the corner of his mouth.
Wes follows your gaze, and his smile falters, his brow furrowing in confusion. âJoe, whatâs on yourââ
But Joe cuts in smoothly, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin widening as if he finds the whole thing hilarious. âGuess I got a little carried away,â he says, his voice dripping with mock innocence, and you feel the ground sway beneath you as Wesâs arm tightens around your shoulders, his confusion shifting to suspicion.
âWhatâs he talking about?â Wes asks, his eyes narrowing, and you open your mouth to respond, to deny, to do somethingâbut nothing comes out. Your voice has abandoned you, and all you can do is stand there, frozen, as Joeâs smirk deepens and he lifts his drink in a mocking toast, his gaze never leaving yours.
âGood party,â Joe says casually, his tone almost friendly. âReally enjoyed myself.â
You donât remember what happens nextâjust the blur of faces, the noise of the party swelling around you, and the hollow ache settling deep in your chest as Joe turns away, laughing with someone else, like he hasnât just blown everything to pieces.
Wes's smile is strained when he pulls you aside, away from the music and the crowd. Thereâs a tightness around his eyes you havenât seen before, something almost defeated, and for the first time that night, you feel a genuine pang of guilt. This is the part you were dreadingâthe confrontation, the disappointment in his eyes. But instead of yelling, instead of demanding an explanation, he just looks... tired.
âHey,â he starts softly, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes dropping to the floor. âI donât wanna make a scene, okay? But I think... I think maybe you should go.â
You open your mouth to respond, but the words die in your throat. Thereâs no anger in his voice, just resignation, like he already knows the answer before you can even try to lie. You canât tell if that makes it better or worse.
âWes, Iââ you begin, but he holds up a hand, a weak, defeated smile pulling at his lips.
âItâs okay,â he interrupts, and thereâs something achingly kind in his voice, which somehow makes it hurt more. âI think we both know this... isnât what you want. Not really.â
You feel relief flood your chest so suddenly that itâs almost nauseating, and thatâs how you know heâs right. Because instead of being devastated, instead of scrambling to explain yourself, you just feel lighter. Like a weight you didnât realize you were carrying has finally been lifted.
You reach out to touch his arm, but he steps back, shaking his head. âDonât,â he says quietly, and you let your hand drop, nodding numbly. Thereâs nothing left to say. You donât try to apologize; you donât try to make excuses. You just turn and leave, the buzz of the party fading behind you as you slip out the front door, the cold night air hitting you like a slap.
The walk back to the apartment feels like a blur, your mind whirling with everything that just happened, everything you donât want to think about. You donât know if itâs the relief of being free from something you never truly wanted, or the shame of how it all went down, but by the time you reach your building, your hands are trembling and your breath is hitching.
You let yourself into the apartment, your eyes already burning with unshed tears, and you find Ella curled up on the couch, half-asleep in front of the TV. The moment she sees your face, though, she sits up, worry creasing her brow.
âWhoa, what happened?â she asks, her voice thick with sleep, but you donât even know where to begin.
âEverything,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and then it all spills out. You tell her everythingâabout Joe, about the kiss, about Wesâs sad, tired smile and the way he let you go without a fight. Youâre talking so fast youâre stumbling over your words, your emotions a chaotic tangle of regret and relief and frustration, and by the time youâre finished, you feel completely wrung out.
Ella listens without interrupting, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief to sympathy as you pour your heart out. When you finally go quiet, she just sighs and pulls you into a hug, squeezing you so tight you can barely breathe.
âIâm sorry,â she murmurs, and you donât realize how much you needed to hear that until the tears start falling. She doesnât tell you that you screwed up, she doesnât lecture you about Joe, she just holds you while you cry, rubbing soothing circles on your back until the tears run dry.
By the time you pull away, your throat is raw, and youâre exhausted. Ella doesnât say anything, just gives you a look that says she understands, that sheâs on your side no matter what, and thatâs enough. Itâs more than enough.
But then, just as youâre wiping your eyes and trying to compose yourself, you hear itâa loud burst of laughter echoing through the thin wall you share with Joeâs apartment. Itâs followed by the high-pitched giggle of a girl, and your stomach twists. Of course. Of course.
Ella catches the look on your face and scowls. âHeâs such an ass,â she mutters, rolling her eyes. âYou want me to go bang on the wall and tell them to shut up?â
âNo,â you say quickly, shaking your head. âItâs... itâs fine. Letâs just go to bed.â
You donât even believe yourself, but you canât deal with Joe right now, not after everything. So you go to your room, shut the door, and try to block out the noise. You tell yourself you donât care. You tell yourself itâs over. But sleep doesnât come easily, and all you can hear is Joeâs voice in your head, his mocking words echoing long after the sounds from next door have finally gone quiet.
Over the next few days, you try to fall back into a routine, but everything feels off-kilter. Wes doesnât text you, and you donât reach out, letting the silence stretch between you until it feels like a mutual understandingâsomething that was always going to happen. Ella hovers, supportive but careful not to push, and you appreciate that. You just need space, time to sort through everything.
Joe, however, is a different story.
You barely see him around the complex, but when you do, itâs impossible to ignore him. Heâs still bringing home girlsâmore than ever, it seemsâand theyâre always loud, obnoxiously so, like heâs doing it on purpose, like heâs rubbing it in your face. And maybe he is. Maybe this is his way of proving a point, of showing you that he doesnât care, that he never cared, and the worst part is... you donât know if you care either. Or maybe you care too much.
One night, after a particularly sleepless stretch of listening to laughter and footsteps pounding through the walls, Ella finds you staring blankly at the ceiling, dark circles smudged beneath your eyes.
âHeâs doing this on purpose, you know,â she says bluntly, her tone halfway between irritation and pity. âHeâs trying to get to you.â
âYeah, well,â you mutter, rolling over to face the wall. âItâs working.â
Wesâs birthday party fades into memory, and a few weeks pass. Itâs easier to pretend you donât care when you donât have to face the fallout. You focus on classes, avoid places where you might run into Joe, and try to ignore the way your heart sinks every time you hear his voice next door.
Then, one Friday night, thereâs a knock on your door. Youâre half expecting Ellaâs latest Tinder date or a package, but instead, you find Joe leaning against the doorframe, his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. Thereâs something almost hesitant about the way he looks at you, and for a second, you donât know what to say.
âHey,â he says, his voice softer than youâve ever heard it, and it catches you off guard.
âWhat do you want?â you ask, and you hate how defensive you sound, how you canât help but put a wall between you.
Joeâs eyes flicker, and he shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing down the hallway before he looks back at you. âCan we talk?â he asks, and you canât tell if heâs asking because he wants to or because he thinks he has to. âPlease?â
You hesitate, every part of you screaming to slam the door in his face, to tell him to go to hell. âTalk?â you echo, as though the very idea is laughable. âWhatâs there to talk about, Joe?â
He shifts uncomfortably, his hands still deep in his pockets. âI justââ He sighs, running a hand through his hair. For once, he doesnât look cocky or composed. He looks tired. âI screwed up, okay? I know that. And I just⊠I want to make things right.â
You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. âNow you care about making things right? Weeks later? Where was this when you were busy humiliating me in front of everyone at Wesâs party?â
Joe flinches, and the sight of it sends a small, mean thrill through you. You want him to feel every ounce of the anger and hurt thatâs been simmering inside you since that night.
âI was drunk,â he mutters, like itâs an excuse. âYou know I didnât mean half the shit I said.â
âOh, so you only mean half of it?â Your voice rises despite yourself, and you take a step closer. âWhich half, Joe? The part where you said Wes was too good for me? Or the part where you implied Iâm some kind of charity case?â
Joe groans, his frustration bubbling to the surface. âThatâs not what I meant! Youâre twisting itââ
âIâm twisting it?â Your laugh is sharp, humorless. âNo, Joe. Iâm finally calling you out on your crap. You think you can just waltz in here, throw out a half-assed apology, and Iâm supposed to forget how you treated me? Newsflash: Iâm done being your punching bag.â
âPunching bag?â His voice spikes, and you can see his patience starting to fray. âAre you kidding me? You think I donât care about you? That Iâd say that stuff to hurt you on purpose?â
âThen why did you say it?â you snap, stepping closer until youâre almost toe to toe. âWhy, Joe? If you care so much, why do you always find a way to make me feel like Iâm not enough?â
He stares at you, his jaw tightening, his chest rising and falling as he tries to keep his temper in check. But then he snaps, his voice loud enough to make you flinch. âBecause you drive me crazy, alright? Youâre in my head all the damn time, and itâs like I canât think straight when Iâm around you!â
Youâre stunned into silence, your heart pounding in your chest. The air between you crackles with something electric, something you canât name but can feel in every nerve of your body.
Joeâs eyes are blazing, his chest heaving as he takes a step closer. âYou think I wanted this? That I wanted to feel like this about you? I didnât, okay? But I do. And it scares the hell out of me.â
You swallow hard, your throat dry. âJoeâŠâ
He shakes his head, his voice softening just a fraction. âIâm sorry, alright? For all of it. I justâI didnât know how to deal with this, with you.â
You donât know who moves first, but suddenly, the space between you is gone. Joeâs hands are on your arms, his grip firm but not rough, and youâre looking up at him, your breath catching in your throat.
Joe doesnât step back. He doesnât let the anger rise again. He stays close, his hands still resting on your arms, his grip grounding and firm. His gaze softens, something vulnerable breaking through the tension in his voice.
âYou think I like being the guy who gets under your skin?â he asks, his voice low, but thereâs no bite to it now. Only honesty. âYou think I enjoy pissing you off just for fun?â
You stare at him, caught off guard by the sudden shift, the rawness in his tone. âDonât you?â
Joe lets out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. âNo. Thatâs just the only way you ever seem to notice me.â His words hit like a punch to the gut, and your breath hitches. âIf Iâm not in your face, annoying the hell out of you, itâs like I donât even exist to you.â
You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. Heâs too quick, too honest, and you donât have a defense ready for the truth.
âThatâs why I invite them over,â he continues, and thereâs no cockiness in the admission. Just exhaustion. âThose girls, the loud music, the stupid gamesâitâs not because I want them. Itâs because Iâm trying to get you to see me. To pay attention. Even if itâs just so you can yell at me.â
Your stomach twists, a lump forming in your throat. You want to stay mad, to cling to your anger like a shield, but itâs slipping through your fingers. Joe doesnât stop; he steps closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him.
âI donât know how else to get through to you,â he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. âAnd Iâm tired, okay? Iâm tired of pretending like I donât care when I do. So much more than I should.â
Your breath catches, and your heart pounds in your chest like a drum. You donât know what to say, what to feel. Joe watches you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, his hesitation palpable. And then, before you can process whatâs happening, his lips are on yours.
Itâs not rough or demanding like you might have expected. Itâs soft, tentative, as if heâs afraid youâll pull away. His hands slide from your arms to your waist, anchoring you gently, and you can feel the tension in his body as he holds back.
For a moment, you freeze, torn between the urge to push him away and the overwhelming need to lean into him. But then your walls crack, and you kiss him back, your hands clutching at the front of his shirt as if itâs the only thing keeping you grounded.
Joe pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. His breathing is unsteady, his expression a mix of relief and something deeper. Without a word, he steps forward, his hands tightening around your waist as he gently pushes you through the door.
You donât resist. You canât.
He closes the door behind him with a quiet click, then sweeps you off your feet in one swift, effortless motion. You let out a small gasp, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carries you down the hall toward your bedroom.
âJoeâŠâ you begin, but he silences you with a lookâa look so tender, so unlike the Joe you thought you knew, that your words die on your lips.
By the time he lays you down on the bed, the anger and frustration from moments ago have evaporated, replaced by something else entirely. Something that hums between you like a live wire.
He hovers over you, his weight supported by his arms on either side of your head. His eyes search yours, silently asking for permission, for understanding. And when you nod, so small and uncertain, he dips his head to kiss you again, this time deeper, more sure of himself.
Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging gently as he trails his lips down your jaw, your neck, every touch making your pulse race. Heâs careful, almost reverent, as if afraid to break the fragile moment youâre sharing.
And for the first time, you let yourself believe that maybeâjust maybeâJoe Burrow isnât the selfish, cocky guy you thought he was. Maybe, behind all the bravado, heâs just a boy who wanted you to see him. And now, you finally do.
Joeâs lips trail along the curve of your neck, leaving a warm, electric path in their wake. He takes his time, his breath hot against your skin, and every deliberate touch makes your pulse thunder louder in your ears.
His hands glide over your waist, fingers pressing lightly, almost teasing as they trace the hem of your shirt. You feel his smile against your neck when you squirm slightly beneath him, a soft laugh rumbling in his chest.
âYouâre quiet all of a sudden,â he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. âNo more yelling? No smart remarks?â
You swallow hard, trying to find some semblance of control, but the way his hands move, the way his lips hover so close yet donât quite touch, leaves you breathless. âMaybe I just donât have anything to say to you right now,â you shoot back, though your voice wavers.
Joe chuckles, lifting his head to look at you, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. âOh, I donât believe that for a second,â he says, his thumb brushing over the strip of skin where your shirt has ridden up. âYouâve always got something to say to me. Even if itâs just to tell me to fuck off.â
You glare at him, but itâs half-hearted, your resolve crumbling as he dips his head again, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âI like it when you get all fired up,â he whispers, his tone teasing. âBut I think I like this quiet side of you even more.â
You huff, trying to ignore the way your body betrays you, leaning into him despite yourself. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
Joe smirks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His hand slides under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, and you shiver at the contact. âMaybe,â he admits, his tone smug, âbut youâre still here, arenât you?â
You want to retort, to wipe that cocky grin off his face, but before you can, he shifts his weight, his lips capturing yours again. This time, the kiss is slower, deeper, and you feel the teasing edge in his movements as he kisses you until you forget whatever comeback you had planned.
His fingers inch higher, tracing light patterns on your stomach, deliberately avoiding the places where you want him most. Itâs infuriating, how easily he has you unraveling, and when he pulls back just enough to smirk down at you, you let out an exasperated groan.
âYouâre infuriating,â you mutter, tugging at his shirt in frustration.
Joe leans down, his nose brushing against yours, his lips curling into a playful grin. âBut youâre not telling me to stop.â
He shifts again, his hands sliding up to frame your face as he kisses you once more. His lips are soft but insistent, drawing you in until all you can focus on is himâhis weight pressing you into the mattress, the warmth of his skin, the way his touch sets every nerve in your body alight.
âSay the word,â he murmurs against your lips, his voice soft but laced with a challenge. âTell me to stop, and I will.â
You stare up at him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. But the word never comes. Instead, you pull him down again, your fingers threading through his hair as you kiss him with all the pent-up frustration, anger, and longing thatâs been building between you for weeks.
Joe groans softly, his hands sliding down your sides, his teasing touch giving way to something more intentional. âThatâs what I thought,â he murmurs against your lips, his tone smug but laced with something warmer, something that makes your stomach flip.
Joe's lips find yours again, the kiss deepening as his teasing facade begins to slip. His hands roam your body with more purpose now, fingertips pressing into your skin like heâs memorizing every curve. He nips lightly at your bottom lip, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âStill hate me?â he whispers, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. He moves back slowly, before pulling off your leggings, his eyes never leaving yours.
You bite back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you pull him closer, your nails grazing the back of his neck, and the quiet groan he lets out is enough to make your pulse race.
The leggings are long forgotten now, leaving you exposed in your underwear. Joe chuckles softly, his breath fanning against your lips as he trails kisses along your jaw, then lower, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin of your neck. His tongue follows, soothing the faint sting, and the combination has your hands fisting in his shirt.
âYouâre not as tough as you act, you know,â he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. His hands slide beneath your shirt, his palms warm against your bare skin as he pushes the fabric up slowly. âI think you like this way more than youâre letting on.â
âYou talk too much,â you manage to gasp, but your retort loses its bite when his thumb grazes just beneath your ribs, sending a rush of heat through your body.
Joe pulls back just enough to tug your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. He takes a moment to look at you, his blue eyes dark and filled with something you canât quite name, and for a second, the teasing smirk is gone, replaced by something softer.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he murmurs, almost to himself, and the sincerity in his voice catches you off guard.
Your breath hitches, and you feel your cheeks flush under his gaze. Before you can overthink it, his lips are on you again, softer this time but no less insistent. His hands trace slow, deliberate patterns along your sides, his thumbs brushing just beneath the band of your bra, and you arch into his touch without meaning to.
Joe grins against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction. âThatâs more like it,â he murmurs, his lips trailing lower as he presses kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and then to the edge of the fabric.
He pauses, glancing up at you as his fingers toy with the clasp, his expression both playful and questioning. âTell me if you want me to stop,â he says again, his tone softer now, without the usual cockiness.
But stopping is the furthest thing from your mind. Instead, you pull him down to you, your lips crashing into his with a fervor that answers his unspoken question.
Joe groans against your mouth, his hands moving to unclasp your bra with surprising ease, and you feel the shift in his demeanor as his teasing gives way to something more raw, more urgent. His lips trail lower, leaving a path of heat in their wake, and every deliberate touch has your body humming with anticipation.
âStill hate me?â he asks again, his voice rough and teasing, but thereâs a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes as he looks up at you.
You reach for him, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull him closer. âShut up, Joe,â you whisper, your voice breathless but firm, and for once, he listens.
Joe's smirk returns, but itâs softer now, laced with something warmer than his usual arrogance. He lets out a quiet laugh, the sound low and full of disbelief, as if he canât quite believe where the night has led. But he doesnât argue. Instead, he lets his lips and hands do the talking, his touch reverent but still filled with that undeniable fire that seems to burn between you.
He slowly pulls away, looking up at you with a small smirk before he gets up. Before you could start questioning him, he takes off his shirt and sweats swiftly, your eyes widening at his body.
Joeâs smirk deepens as he catches the way your eyes widen, lingering on his toned frame. His confidence seems to grow with every second you stay silent, your gaze betraying the sharp tongue you usually use to deflect him. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if giving you time to drink him in.
âYouâre staring,â he teases, his voice low and teasing, though his eyes burn with something more primal. âI knew you liked looking at me, but this is a new level.â
You roll your eyes, but the heat rushing to your cheeks gives you away. âDonât flatter yourself,â you mutter, trying to sound dismissive, but your voice wavers slightly, betraying the effect he has on you.
Joe chuckles, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of you, his face inches from yours. âToo late for that,â he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. âYouâve already done it for me.â
Before you can fire back, he trails his hand down your side, fingers skimming over your waist and hip with maddening slowness. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, then another to the swell of your chest, each one softer than the last, as if heâs savoring the way you shiver beneath his touch.
You can feel his hardened bulge against your stomach, and you're just about done with his teasing. You need him, now. âJoe,â you whined as he pulls back with a smirk.
âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â he says, his voice low and raw. âBut I wouldnât want it any other way.â
Before you can reply, his lips are on yours again, his kiss stealing whatever snarky comeback you might have had. His hands move with purpose, sliding over every inch of bare skin, and the slow, deliberate way he touches you has your body aching for more.
âTell me to stop,â he whispers against your lips, the words a quiet challenge. But you donât. You canât.
Instead, you pull him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him with all the frustration and longing youâve been holding back for weeks. Joe groans, the sound vibrating against your lips as his teasing slips away entirely, replaced by something deeper, more desperate.
âGod, youâre impossible,â he mutters, his voice laced with both exasperation and awe. But his actions betray the truthâhe wouldnât have it any other way.
He finally pulls away, breathless as he gazes down at you, his eyes filled with adoration and lust. âI'm gonna fuck you, alright?â he mutters before leaning closer. âAnd for all those times you pissed me off, and annoyed me, I'll forget about all of that if I can just... hear you.â
You're caught off by the request and you almost think he's joking, but you're mistaken. He's dead serious. All you could was nod slowly in response and Joe leans away, pleased.
Joeâs control starts to slip, and itâs evident in the way his kisses grow hungrier, more urgent. His hands tremble slightly as they trail over your body, mapping out every curve like heâs afraid this moment will disappear. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide and his breathing uneven.
âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he whispers, his voice raw, the cocky edge completely gone. âYouâve been driving me insane for months.â
Then finally, he slowly peels off his briefs, and his large, hardened cock falls out.
Joe lets out a small groan as his head falls back, relief in his expression. His pink tip is already leaking with pre-cum. You practically faint at the sight, you couldn't help but let out a whimper. His hands find his cock before he slowly begins to pump it, his eyes finding yours again.
He spreads your legs open before leaning in, his lips finding yours as his hands lead his cock to your cunt. His forehead falls against yours as he slowly begins to insert himself, a heavenly groan leaving his lips at the feeling of your warm, tight walls.
You felt like you were being split in half, in the best way possible. You can't even describe how good his cock felt, he wasn't even a quarter inside of you, but you still felt like you were filled to the brim.
âO-oh, fuck, Joey,â you moaned as your swollen lips form an O, your head falling back onto the plush pillows. Now you understood why the girls in his apartment were so loudâthey definitely weren't exaggerating.
His hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer as if he wasn't inside of you already. His lips crash against yours again, the kiss filled with desperation, like heâs trying to pour every suppressed emotion into it. Itâs intoxicating, the way his need for you feels almost overwhelming, and you find yourself clutching at his shoulders, wanting to be as close as possible.
He bottoms you out slowly, and he tries to give you a second to adjustâhe really, really tried. He just couldn't. He slowly started thrusting in and out of you, and before you could even process the change in speed, he was rocking his hips against yours like the world depended on it.
The bed was creaking loudly underneath the two of you, the only sounds that could be heard was your loud moans, his grunts of pleasure, and the sound of skin against skin.
His cock was dizzying, to say the least. It hit all the spots you swore nobody had ever reached, making you question all your previous partners. You couldn't even form a singular thought about anything else except for Joe's huge cock and the way he was making you feel.
âJoe!â You manage to gasp as he begins to pound into you impossibly harder, but he cuts you off with another kiss, groaning softly against your lips.
âSay my name again,â he demands, his voice husky and edged with desperation. He leans down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes you gasp as his hands spread your legs wider, pinning you to the mattress.
Before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, his kisses growing more frantic, more needy. His hands are everywhere, exploring, worshipping, as if heâs afraid this moment might slip away. The way he touches you, the way he whispers your name like a prayer, leaves you utterly undone.
His words make your head spin, and you canât find a response. You're too caught up in the way he was pounding into you, like a fucking animal.
But Joe doesnât seem to care; heâs too caught up in you, his hips moving faster and faster until you're practically crying out loud. His hands roam your body as if heâs memorizing every curve, every inch of skin. Thereâs no pretense now, no gamesâjust raw, unfiltered desire.
You begin to feel the knot in your stomach begin to form, tight and persistent. You begin to grip his shoulders even tighter, your head falling back into the pillow as you moaned.
âO-oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum, please.â You began rambling as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hips not faltering one bitâif anything, he began going faster.
âYeah? Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?â He grunted out, his own impending orgasm. âCum for me, baby.â
That was all you needed. The knot in your stomach snapped violently, your whole body spasming as you cried out in utter pleasure. The orgasm washed over you perfectly as Joe's hips began to falter, and a few moments later, his cum spilled into you.
You both lie there, tangled in the sheets, your breathing ragged and your hearts racing as the room settles into a heavy, satisfied silence. Joeâs arm is draped lazily across your stomach, his fingers tracing light, absentminded patterns on your skin. The intimacy feels different nowâsofter, quieter, as if the storm that had built between you for so long had finally passed.
He exhales deeply, his chest still rising and falling against your side. âWell,â he says, his voice low and hoarse, âthat was... long overdue.â
You glance over at him, your lips twitching into a faint smile despite yourself. âYou think?â you reply dryly, the lingering warmth of the moment making it hard to muster the sharp edge your tone usually carries with him.
Joe turns his head to look at you, his hair mussed and sticking out in every direction, his cheeks still flushed. Thereâs that cocky grin of his, but itâs softer now, tinged with something you donât think youâve seen beforeâcontentment, maybe. âYeah,â he says, chuckling lightly. âSo overdue Iâm almost mad at us for waiting this long.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the laugh that escapes you. His grin widens as he props himself up on one elbow, leaning over you. His gaze flicks across your face, and he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from your cheek. âBut hey,â he says, his voice taking on a playful tone, ânow that Iâve finally got you right where I want you, I think itâs time to make this official.â
Your brow furrows slightly as you tilt your head at him. âOfficial?â
Joe nods solemnly, though the sparkle in his eyes gives him away. âYup. A real date. No fighting, no yelling, no storming off. Just you, me, and a public setting where we try very hard not to tear each otherâs clothes off.â
You snort, shoving his shoulder lightly. âOh, is that so?â
âThatâs so,â he replies with a grin, catching your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, his gaze softening. âCome on, let me take you out. Iâll even behave. Swear.â
You arch a skeptical brow, though the warmth in your chest betrays you. âBehave? You? Iâll believe it when I see it.â
Joe leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. âGuess youâll just have to say yes and find out,â he murmurs, his voice teasing but undeniably sincere.
You roll your eyes again, but thereâs no hiding the small smile that tugs at your lips. âFine,â you say, trying to sound reluctant but failing miserably. âOne date. But if you embarrass me, itâs the last one.â
Joeâs grin is blinding as he flops back down beside you, pulling you against his chest. âDeal,â he says, his voice full of triumph. âYou wonât regret it. Best date of your life, guaranteed.â
You shake your head, laughing softly. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you love it,â he counters, his tone smug as his hand tightens around yours.
Maybe, just maybe, heâs right.
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For Me?
Vi x Piltover! Reader
Vi deserves the world and a partner that cares about her. Being from Zaun comes with its insecurities when being with someone from Piltover. Luckily, you know exactly how to counter them.
A/N: You guys wont have to worry about that much angst from me for a while, I need to cope from act 3 by giving Vi the best life possible and all the fluff imaginable because oh my god??
There were times when youâd think back to when and how you and your girlfriend met for the first time. Such a chance of it happening was very slim given you two belonged to two different cities, you Piltover, her Zaun. You never thought the girl who rammed into you after fleeing from an explosion from an unauthorized lab would one day come back into your life.Â
The story of your reunion however was quite the convoluted one. Once again, a meeting set by nothing but pure fate and chance.Â
You werenât supposed to be at Zaun at the time. In fact, you werenât supposed to be in Zaun at all. You went on your own, against your family's wishes, for the sake of immersing yourself in a culture that is not your own. You were raised to believe that the people of the undercity were monsters, the filth under Piltover's feet, nothing more than animals. It never felt right to you, there had to be more to it. After all, they were people too.
So, you went to see for yourself how awful these âanimalsâ really were.Â
You knew better than to walk in expecting everything to be rainbows and unicorns, but you refused to let go of your optimism as you traveled around the labyrinth like maze of streets and alleyways.Â
It wasnât until the smell of a peculiar type of food filled your senses.Â
You didnât know what it was, it was very different from anything you had ever tried before, so you decided to check it out. Â
Once there, you were greeted by a fairly jolly fish-like man with a large smile. He laughed heartily, gesturing for you to take a seat and gave you a list of things to choose from. There were so many options, you had no idea where to start, and it wasnât until you heard someone else set directly beside you did you finally have an idea.Â
You looked to your left and were quickly met with a head of bright pink hair. Quite a unique shade which you couldâve sworn youâd seen before, but you brushed the thought off. There were probably plenty of people with the same hair color, besides if thereâs one thing you knew not to do in Zaun, it was to stare.Â
You heard one of them, a woman, order something specific off of the fish manâs list, whom she referred to as Jericho. He happily took her order before turning to her friend who denied wanting anything, and then turning back to you.Â
âIâll have the same.â You said with a polite smile. Jericho nodded before turning around and getting right to work. As you waited, you couldnât help but sneak a glance at the girl next to you once again, there was something familiar about her despite her back being turned to you for the most part.Â
That was until her friend noticed you staring and began to pull her hood over her eyes which grabbed the pink haired girl's attention. She quickly turned around to face you with an angered look on her face, clearly ready to fight if need be.
âCan I help y-â She began, but before she could finish it finally clicked with you.Â
âYouâre the girl.â You whispered, having not realized that maybe saying that to a girl who looked, for lack of a better phrase, like she could rock your shit, probably was not a good idea.
âIâm sorry?â She asked, clearly confused, but still clearly not happy about your interruption.
âThat girl, from the explosion, that was you.âÂ
Her reaction to your realization was less than friendly, and you couldnât blame her. You hadnât known at the time but she had just gotten out of jail for that same crime. She didnât know who you were, she didnât know what you wanted, and she didnât want to involve herself with more pilties than she needed.Â
And yet despite everything, here she was, now living with you on her days when she wasnât in Zaun. You had quite the rocky start in the beginning but you became useful to her quest for her sister, and the more time you spent with her, the closer you two got. At first she was a bit standoffish, not believing someone from topside was capable of showing so much empathy, if any. Yet somehow you proved her wrong. You chipped away at that stone wall she built around her heart all those years away in prison and became one of the few things she coveted most.Â
You two didnât live together all the time, but your house was always open to her as you had now managed to move away from your parents. You knew Vi could never stay topside for too long, and youâd never ask her to do such. So there were a few days here and there where she would stay with you, then go back to the undercity to continue to help out, then come back up with you.
Now today was the day for Vi to come back, so you decided to surprise her to the best of your ability with the dish she got from Jericho the day you two met once again. It was quite a feat that required you to go to the undercity a fair amount of times to visit Jericho and ask for help. Luckily the sweet man was more than happy to let you in on a few of his trade secrets for the sake of a thoughtful gift.Â
You werenât the biggest fan of this type of food, youâve tried it on more than one occasion, but it very clearly wasnât for you.Â
But it was what Vi liked so that was enough.Â
As you continued to cook, you heard your door open, without even needing to look you knew it was your partner walking through the door.
âWelcome back.â You greeted warmly.Â
Just then, You felt two hands wriggle around your waist before the weight of her head rested on your shoulder. She tilted her head slightly, her face now moving towards your neck, enough for you to feel the light feeling of her breath wafting over your neck.Â
You ignored the feeling to the best of your ability but you couldnât ignore the small smile that made its way to your face, this of course didnât go unnoticed by Vi as she mumbled against your neck,Â
âWhat are you making?â She asked, pressing her body a bit more into yours. She had a tendency to be clingy after being away for long periods of time, which you didnât mind.Â
âSomething new. Just got the recipe, I think youâll like it.â You said with a smile, which earned a short chuckle from your girlfriend who turned to begin peppering light kisses against your neck.
âIf itâs made by you Sunshine, of course I will.â She said sweetly, despite the fact she was trying to âdiscreetlyâ distract you. It wasnât actually very discreet but she thought it was and you werenât going to correct her.
âIt smells familiar.â She said quietly after pausing for a moment to look back over your shoulder.
âMeans Iâm doing something right then.â You said happily, glad that it was going well. Her confirmation that she at the very least was beginning to recognize it was enough to motivate you to continue. However despite your motivation it was clear your girlfriend still had other plans in mind.Â
Her hands slowly began to move their way up from your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as her face remained by your neck.Â
âCan I at least finish the food first?â You asked with a laugh as your left hand went up to lightly brush against Viâs face, acknowledging what she was trying to do.Â
She once again mumbled quietly against you before finally pulling away.Â
âFine.â She said with an overly dramatic sigh before continuing,Â
âYouâre no fun.â She teased as her hands slowly, reluctantly, left your sides as she moved to the counter next to the stove you were using to cook. She leaned the back of her waist against it, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as she looked at you with a look you could only describe as a lighthearted pout.
âSave that for later you just got back. You have to eat first.â You said in a somewhat stern manner, not looking away from the food cooking in front of you.Â
âWho says I canât have a bit of dessert first?âÂ
âVi!â You exclaimed as you walked her softly with a cloth that you had placed by the stove. She laughed, a full genuine laugh, which she felt like she could only do near you. You were the only one to really bring it out of her at this point.Â
âJust⊠go sit down, the food is almost done.â You instructed, turning back to the food as she chuckled once again before walking back towards you. Her hand made its way back to your waist once again as she leaned towards your ear,
âCanât wait.â She whispered cheekily before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and walking towards the dining room.Â
You, being from a family who had lived in Piltover for quite some time, were able to afford a house with multiple furnished rooms with ease. It always threw Vi off just the slightest bit, the difference in what the two of you grew up with. It got to her more than sheâd like to admit. A few times she believed herself to be holding you back, you came from a life of glittering buildings, and she came from nothing but metal scraps.Â
You were so different and yet you always managed to remind her that it didnât matter. She loved you for you and you loved her for her, wherever you came from had no effect on that.
Vi sat down in one of the few chairs in your dining room, looking around at the paintings that littered the walls, her previous thoughts remaining on her mind before she was interrupted by a plate of food entering her view and landing in front of her.
âTada!â You exclaimed into the silent room, the only other sound being that of the plate lightly hitting the table. Vi sat in silence for a moment as she looked down at the food before her, it took her a moment before she recognized it.
âWait. Did you-â She began to ask.
âFind the recipe to your favorite dish from your favorite food stand? Maybe.â You responded with a proud smile as you sat down in the chair next to her, eager to have her try it.Â
âHow did you get the stuff for it?â
âWell, I visited a friend.â You said with a shrug. Vi looked towards you, her eyes wide with shock. As each moment passed she realized just how much effort went into this one dish.
âYou hate this kind of stuff, why would you-â
âCause I know you like it and I wanted to make it for you.â You said simply as you placed your hand atop hers.
Suddenly Vi couldnât think of a response. Her sudden silence worried you almost, was she mad? Was she upset at you?Â
You then looked at her eyes and watched as they softened, the powder blue irises glistened as water lightly began to form in them.
âHoly shit.â She said quietly, entirely taken aback as she sat back in her chair. For someone with such a tough exterior you could see the walls slightly begin to crack as she looked down at the food before her. It meant more than the world to her that you had put so much effort into something she liked, for her, and for no other reason.Â
Just because you cared.
It had been a long time since Vi had been truly reminded she was loved. Just having such a simple yet, such a powerful reminder in the middle of nowhere by the one person she truly loved was almost disorienting. You went out of your way to get ingredients you couldn't get easily in Piltover, a recipe you had to go to a specific stand for, her favorite stand no less, and then put it all together?
âVi?â You asked quietly, your other hand going up the cup to her face so she would look at you a bit more as you looked at her with a bit of concern. You didnât expect such an emotional reaction from your gesture that you were worried you had done something wrong.
âAre you o-â
Before you could finish your question, Vi had turned to you quickly and engulfed you in a hug. This took you completely by surprise. In the time that you and Vi had been together, more often than not when it came to specifically hugging, you were the one to initiate. She just never seemed like the hugging type unless it was an occasion where she truly meant it.
And in this case, she did.Â
âThank you, Sunshine.â She said quietly as she squeezed just a bit tighter. Your hands rested against her back as you smiled, feeling as if you had done a job well done even without her trying her dish. You knew Vi had been through a lot over the years and while you didnât know the full extent of everything just yet, you knew you could at least try to offer her some sort of comfort. So thatâs what you strived for and it seems like that's what you succeeded to do.Â
Once she pulled back from the hug, you reached up to wipe her tears, the smile still present on your face as you spoke.Â
âWell, are you gonna try it?â You asked, to which she smiled and let out a slight chuckle. She then eagerly turned back around towards her plate and dug in as she usually did in the undercity. She knew you didnât care about the messy nature that often came with Zaun cuisine, even if it wasnât what you were raised on, it meant a lot to her that you at least tried it out. With one taste she immediately released a sound of pure bliss and dove back in for more.
You laughed, knowing that was Viâs way of saying you had done a perfect job, even if she didnât pause from her eating to just tell you so herself.Â
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Arcane Imagines- Violet
Sweet and Sour
Requested by: @m0ranna "vi and a s/o who looks, seems and acts very soft but is actually a beast when fighting."
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Summary: you and vi have been apart for some time, and when she sees you all the feelings come back.
âHey, someoneâs here for you.â Your only employee, Mexi says, you hum in response waving that youâre coming. You feel slightly grateful to stand up from your desk and be done with all the paperwork for just a moment. Itâs been slow running Benzoâs old shop. Nobody has really come in, especially now with everything going on between Zaun and Piltover so moneyâs real tight.
 You walk out into the shop from behind the counter after your employee leads you there. You look up with crossed arms. âWhat can I do for you?â Asked with a fake interested tone.
â[Name]? You own the place now?â A familiar voice rings in your ears. Your eyes widened to look more clearly at your past friend/crush. âViolet?!â You jump over the counter, pulling her into a tight embrace. You hadnât seen her since that horrible, idiotic heist that went so wrong. âHey!â She holds you close to her, before pulling you back to get a better look at you.Â
âYou still have that sweet innocent look.â She whispers, pulling you into another hug. Taking in your scent as tears fills your eyes. âHow did you get out?â You back away this time, holding onto her shoulders to make sure she doesnât go away. âUh, see that pilty officer out there.â She points to the dark haired lady standing outside the shop with her hands on her hips seemingly impatient. âYeah?âÂ
âHer, I donât know why but Iâm not complaining.â Vi chuckles and you smile at her. âWant to invite her in?â It stuns her when you offer that, even Mexi was taken aback. She gets nervous, walking into the back so she doesn't have to speak to an officer. âEh, she can experience the undercity a little more.â Vi waves it off, jumping onto the glass counter to sit down.Â
âLooks the same in here.â She sadly sighs, browses the place. âTried not to change it drastically. Benzo did a pretty good job.â You frown, thinking back to the man who was like a father to you. âIs EkkoâŠâÂ
âNah, heâs doing his own thing now. Unfortunately it's the same with your sister.â You groan, reminding yourself of the blue-haired girl's antics with Silco. âPowder? What do you mean unfortunately?â Vi perks up. âSheâs not really Powder anymore.â You start, hugging yourself as you think back to when Ekko begged you to fight with the fireflies.Â
âLetâs talk about something else.â You pick up a random gadget, fidgeting with it in your left hand. âHowâs the free life?âÂ
âI want to talk about Powder.â Vi gets off the counter, walking towards you. âVi, no. Youâll find out on your own. I really donât want to get into this.â You tell her simply, pleading silently with your facial expression. She wants to argue with you, beg for you to say more but she canât. Not when your eyes are full of fear and sadness. Youâve always been so sweet-looking. So kind to people, giving them the benefit of the doubt. Which is rare in the undercity. Itâs also stupid to most.Â
âOkay, okay. I- I donât know, Iâve only been free for a few hours. This was the first place I went to.â She averts eye contact now. âHm, Iâm the first person you wanted to see, huh?â You joke, there wasnât really any other option sadly. âOf course.â Vi smirks, nudging your arm.Â
âIâve missed you.â You turn to her, pulling her into another hug. âI donât want to let go of you. Itâs like youâre going to disappear at any moment.â You whimper out, trying not to cry. Viâs face softens, kissing the top of your head. âI promise Iâm not leaving again.â Her hands go to your waist just letting you cling onto her.Â
âIâll kill you before you get the chance to leave me.â You say, causing her to scoff out a laugh. The door bells go off and you both let each other go to see that officer standing there.Â
âSorry to interrupt, Officer Caitlyn Kiramman.â She bows down to you before looking at Vi. âWe should get going, I have important things to get to.âÂ
You raise a brow on why Vi needs to go with this lady so badly. Vi sighs. âGive me a moment.â She tells the officer whose face contorts into an annoyed expression. âIâve given you quite a few moments to reunite with your girlfriend here.â Cait spits out, obviously very antsy to get where she needs to be. The both of you awkwardly glance at one another now with flushed faces.
âUh, itâs alright. Iâll see you later Vi.â You chuckle, taking her hand in yours. âThereâs a fight in that one arena we used to go to behind Vander and Benzoâs back. Itâs huge and you should come. Just like old times.â You propose to her, your face full of hope that she agrees to come.Â
âYou can bring your bodyguard too.â You tease making her playfully roll her eyes. Cait tries to bite back a smile at the joke. âIâll be there. I promise.â Vi squeezes your hand before letting go. âItâs at the usual time as well, I hope you remember.â You tell her as she leaves with the girl. âOh I remember!â Vi calls back.Â
When the door shuts behind them and the bells still ring in your ears you let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding. Mexi comes out of hiding. âYou two are dating?â She asks curiously. You choke on your spit. âHuh?âÂ
âWell the officer said you were her girlfriend and neither one of you denied it.â She shrugs her shoulders, taking out her box of things to put away. âOh, I mean we had a small thing as children but I havenât seen her in 7 years. Iâm sure she doesnât think about me that way.â You ramble, putting the gadget back that forgot you were holding.Â
âI donât know. The way she looked at you says otherwise.â Mexi winks, your face heats up. âWhatever.â You mutter, going back behind the counter and heading into the back to finish the paperwork you had.Â
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Vi and Caitlyn rummage through the crowd of people, trying to find you. âI donât know if weâre going to find her before the fight!â Cait shouts over the yelling and the music that blasted. âIâm gonna try!â Violet huffs, shoving past all the people, getting to the front where maybe she could spot you on the other side of the arena. Her eyes traveled through the sea of moving bodies. âCâmon.â She mutters to herself. She didnât want you to think she didnât come. She had only made it five minutes before the fight even started because of what Cait and her had to do.Â
âLadies and Gentlemen!!!â The announcer screams into the mic, only making everyone louder with their cheers. As he speaks, Vi only zones everything out, trying her hardest not to panic when attempting to find you.Â
âIsnât that her?â Cait points down into the arena with eyebrows scrunched together. Viâs eyes shoot down to see you standing there against a large woman. âShit, whatâs she doing!?â Violet urgently asks, gripping onto Caitlyn. âI think sheâs about to fight.âÂ
Vi gives her a dirty look, giving her attention back to the scene in front of her right as the announcer starts the fight. The woman attempts to attack you but you swerve out of the way. You look up to see Vi and Caitlyn. You blow them a kiss before turning to the woman and throwing a punch.Â
The lady doesnât dodge it in time, getting hit right in the eyebrow. She tries to throw hits at you but you maneuver around them, hitting her in the right places to cause her to stumble. Vi leans over the edge, now cheering for you. âKick her ass!â She shouts. Even Caitlyn was amazed at your fighting skills. She wasnât expecting that from someone so⊠cute and sweet looking.Â
You swiped the lady's feet out from right under her. Going in for the punches. The larger lady attempts to push you away with no avail.Â
But when she sees an opening after multiple hits to the face she shoves you off of her. Getting herself up. You roll away, jumping to your feet, you werenât paying attention when she gets a hit to the middle of your face. Violet gasps, nails digging into Caitlynâs arm. The dark blue haired girl doesnât pay attention though.Â
You spit out blood, wiping your mouth before going after the woman with more passion than before. Looking like a beast in the ring. You go right for her head, only taking a few hits for her to be back on the ground.Â
Not even five minutes into the fight and you win. Leaving her knocked out.Â
The announcer commentates as the crowd goes wild. Violet listens to all the people saying how little miss [Name] out there is undefeated. âHoly shit.â Cait whispers. You pump your fists into the air, jumping around for yourself. You have blood guzzling down your nose but youâre having a blast with the attention. You look up, locking eyes with Vi who has a look of bewilderment. You chuckle then motion with your head to the exit doors. She immediately understands what youâre saying. âMeet me at her shop, Iâll see you later.â Violet places a hand on Caitlynâs shoulder before pushing through the crowd.
You and Vi used to sneak and see the fighters in the back frequently as children. Not to meet them or anything but just to say you were in the same room as them. Even then it was kept a secret between you both.Â
She sneaks through the men guarding the doors and slips into the very first room she can. Hands snake around her from behind. âHey!â You scare her, making her jump away from you. She turns with her fists up in defense. You roar into laughter, mimicking her stance. She pouts from being made fun off and smacks your arm. âWhy didnât you tell me you were fighting?! I didnât even know you could do all that!â She exclaims as you grin.Â
âI wanted it to be surprising! Wasnât I so amazing out there?â You lift your arms, flexing your muscles. âYeah but honestly I did not see that coming from someone so⊠adorable?â She tilts her head as she tries to find the right word to call you.
 âAwe Iâm adorable?â You poke her side, heading over to the full body mirror in the room, taking the wraps off your hands. âI mean, youâve always been pretty cute. Like yâknow sweet looking. Iâve never seen you even hurt someone!â she maundered, speaking with her hands flailing trying to explain what she meant with bright red ears.Â
âDesperate times call for desperate measures. I donât exactly enjoy being some beast fighter but it pays the bills.â You lean against the little table beside the mirror. Staring off into space at Viâs shoes. âThe shop not doing good?â Vi asks. âItâs seen better days. I have enough for everything except paying Mexi but Iâm not letting her go. Sheâs helped way too much for me to do that.â You sigh, thinking about the young worker who you practically took under your wing.Â
âSo you risk yourself so you donât have to fire just one person.â She quizzes and you go to defend your actions but she just snickers. âGosh you really are too sweet for your own good, [Name]. I love you so much.â She holds her stomach as she laughs. Amused by how kind you are. âYou love me?â You attempt to tease her but her face drops, realising what she said. âI mean, yeah! Iâve been in love with you since we were kids.â She speaks so nonchalantly it catches you off guard. When she said she loved you, you thought of it as a family thing. Not romantic. You werenât upset but your mind was spiraling now.Â
âIâm sorry if itâs too much. I donât even know if you have a partner already or something. Iâve been gone for so long I just. Iâve never stopped thinking about you even though we were only 15.â She over-explains, and you go up to her, putting a finger to her lips. âI love you too, Violet. I wasnât kidding when I said I missed you.â You tell her earnestly, your hand going to her cheek.Â
Her shoulders drop, relieved by your words. âOh thank god, I thought I had just scared you or something. I feel so stupid.â You shush her with a small laugh. âI forgot how much you talk when youâre nervous.â You whisper as she plants her forehead on yours. âI only do it with you.â She shamefully admits.Â
âMm, really?â You ask before locking your lips on hers. She moans into the kiss, deepening it by bringing you closer to her. The kiss was rough, making up for lost time. Wandering hands over one another's bodies.Â
When you pull apart you grin, throwing your arms over her shoulders. âWe're dating.â You state, not asking but telling her. She shakes her head. âI didnât know that.âÂ
âWell you do now.â
 You peck her lips.Â
âąâąâą
Time passes and Vi comes into the shop whenever she can, you let Mexi watch over so the both of you can go out. Always in cute light colored clothes in such a dark place.Â
People never understood how you were so bubbly, giving to others and dancing in the middle of Zaun.Â
Violet loved it, watching as a street performer played and you danced to music. Children joining you. Even a few adults. It was these moments the undercity needed. A little distraction from the horrors about to come.Â
Youâd have these sweet moments everyday and then night comes and youâre in people's nightmares. Fighting to pay the bills you said. Fighting to win and prove youâre more than what others call a weak minded, overly nice girl. And Viâs there to support her girl through it all.Â
Loving every second.Â
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56 DAYS (sjy) | PART TWO (FINAL)
pairing: enemie!jake x fem!reader | read the prequel and part one
summary: after your best friend jay made you share an apartment with jake â âthe guy you donât likeâ â, you have to decide whether you should or not give into the feelings he makes you experience, something possibly pleasant and definitely memorable.
genres: "enemies" (reader is in denial) to lovers, accidental roommates, summer love, also has a bit of angst, smut
warnings: read the first parts otherwise the story won't make much sense, swearing, clichĂ© guys iâm sorry, this is very domestic, they act like an old married couple, jake is in love yâall, lots of tension, some crying, reader likes to be alone, they tease the fuck out of each other (not sexually), they thirst over each other a lot (very, very sexually), they bond over music and food, mentions of two piece bikini, its implied that jake is taller than reader, they overthink a bit, but mostly just lots of fluff, and smut (so MDNI) that includes: sex dream mentions, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!jake, unprotected sex (yâall know better, this is fiction), praising, biting, slapping, pain kink?, slight degradation, begging, marking, spitting, brief fingering, hair pulling and choking
wc: 15.273 | playlist: 56 days.
a/n: can't believe this is finally out, it took me so long omfg. each part is named after a song in the playlist. anyways, hope you guys like it<3 | taglist: @manuosorioh @tunafishyfishylike
DAY 1 - Do You Like Me?
56 days. it was too much. that was no way you could both get out of this whole thing alive, everyone knew that. you will end up killing jake and then yourself. jay always said that it was going to be fine, because he knew you enough to be aware that the strongest thing between you just wasnât mutual dislike. when he bid you two goodbye earlier this morning he just asked â really affectionately â for you to be nice to each other, with a knowing look and a teasing smile. you reminisced the moment already missing him and jake, as he drove you two back to your apartment, thought the same.
the ride back home was very quiet, jake didnât say a word about how you both were going to be very alone together for the next few weeks and you didnât either. you thought it was best to keep at least some of the good mood of jayâs constant yapper as much as you could, since soon enough all you two would have is each other's company â and thatâs a big no-no for you. jake thought â in all his honesty â that no time alone with you was enough. he just couldnât wait to have you all to himself and, as soon as you step inside the comforting surroundings of your home, jake doesnât shut up. he spends all day talking your ear off about every single thing there is to talk about, anything he could use as an excuse to chat with you â he even went so far as to chase you around the house so youâd keep listening to his yapping.
itâs day one without jay and youâre already arguing. over what? you didnât even know anymore. it kind of started because he didn't leave you alone since eight in the morning when you two got home, then he didnât clean the mess he made in the kitchen while cooking and then he accused you of taking forever to shower â which shouldnât really matter because he has his own fucking bathroom â, and now youâre just competing over whoâs choosing the movie you're gonna watch.
âi got here first, iâll choose it.â he says, shoving you on the other end of the couch, his big hand locking you in place by your shoulder. heâs trying really hard not to laugh to keep a serious facade, but itâs almost impossible with the way you're so shamelessly throwing a tantrum right now â he wouldnât imagine youâd actually want to watch a movie with him.
âbut youâll choose something i won't like, on purpose,â you reply, pouting. giving up on trying to sit up and just comically laying there, your arms falling from the cushion â and jake thought you never looked cuter. you didnât even want to fight, but it seemed like getting on your nerves was his goal for the evening.
ânow, thatâs simply not true. donât you like horror movies?â he asks as he skips all netflix suggestions to search for a specific movie he heard you talk one too many times with jay, finally letting go of your arm, alternating his glance between you and the tv as he watched you switch positions and rest your back on the couchâs backrest.
âi do, butââ you pause, there was no way he knew that from you, so how did he know you're fond of horror movies anyways? you ignored your traitor thoughts â the ones that told you he paid true attention to you â, choosing to keep talking, âyes, but i still feel kinda scared sometimes.â
he cooed, like you were a cute child. âwell, nothing to worry about then,â he says, and leans a bit closer, arm resting on the couch's backrest right behind you. as he winks at you, flirty ways never quite leaving him, he completes âiâm right by your side.â
you huff, sinking further into the couch, knowing him, there's no way youâd win this fight anyway. but your attitude did nothing to distract him from your flustered face and shy demeanor. âwhatever, jake. just choose it already,â you mutter, arms crossed and knees to your chest making it all very entertaining for jake to watch.
the movie he chose was coincidentally your favorite horror movie. you loved it because, even though you knew it all by heart, you couldnât help but flinch at most jumpscares. it was just so good you always got in a trance while watching it. still, it seemed like it wasn't going to happen tonight. youâd catch jake looking at you side eyed and it both intrigued and angered you. you always asked âwhat?â genuinely curious to know why he couldnât just focus on the damn movie, but he brushed you off everytime, making it seem like you were just overthinking.
being completely unaware that jake have paid the movie little to no attention, you keep your eyes on the screen. jake uses this moment to appreciate your presence a little. making an effort to not look at you and distract you from your favorite horror show yet again, he becomes more aware of your presence. he then realizes you didnât move away from him when he put his arm to rest behind you. you were just sitting there, so naturally â like it happens all the time. does this mean youâre comfortable? it has to be it, right? the thought itself catches him off guard, and he doesnât want to move even for an inch, if that means you wonât move either. by the time the movie ends his body is a bit sore from trying so hard to stay in the same position â he thought it was kind of ridiculous, but thatâs just how love is.Â
not wanting it all to end just yet he asks you, âdo you want to watch another one? we can make popcorn this timeâŠâ his eyes pleading, almost like it would physically sting him if you said no.
you look at him with a puzzled look, but nod in agreement regardless. itâs summer break, you donât have class tomorrow and nothing else to worry about â also, the night sky outside is just begging for another round of spine-chilling story. making your way to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you two, you say âiâll make popcorn, do you want to choose the next movie too?â giving him the opportunity to do it felt slightly out of character for you, but you canât deny that his first one was a good choice â not that youâd let him know that, of course.
âno, you can choose now, pretty girl,â he winks at you as he answers, âbut thanks, thatâs sweet of you.âÂ
you roll your eyes, thinking you shouldnât have said anything. âshut up, jake,â is your reply and you feel a bit disappointed by the fact that you couldnât think of something else â mind unfocusing, wrapped around the way he had just called you a pretty girl. you try to shake it off and once the popcorn is ready you come back to the living room, settling down on the couchâs end by jakeâs left side and pressing play in a thriller youâve been dying to watch.Â
he silently hates that youâre not by his side anymore, but he focuses on the movie. mid-way through it jakeâs already on edge, his whole body tense as the movie goes on. he hates the suspense more, he thinks. nevertheless, as soon as he looks at you he almost completely forgets about it, mesmerized by how pretty you look right now â just like always. your hair is not covering your face, so he can see all of it â marvel at all of it. but what really catches his attention is the single piece of popcorn you are holding against your lips â that are slightly parted to accommodate it â, probably too lost in the movieâs story to notice youâre still holding it. your eyes are wide and almost puppy-like while looking at the screen and he wonders just how much inner strength heâs using right now to keep himself from kissing you. because, god, you look so kissable and youâre not even doing anything. itâs insufferable. he shakes his head and gets back to watching the movie, trying to get rid of the tension in his body â one that was not really from the thrillerâs suspense anymore.
you sense him shifting on the other end of the couch and decide to look over, only to be greeted by a frown and a clenched jaw. heâs not looking at you â must be entranced by the filmâs plot and is caught up in stress from wanting it to come to an end, you think â, but heâs looking way too good for your liking. the slight frown in his brows makes you want to soothe it somehow. maybe with a kiss, while you hold his clenched jaw until itâs not there anymore. your eyes snap back to the screen, what are you thinking?Â
the rest of the movie is pure torture, for both of you. the tension that fills both your bodies starts to overflow, spilling all over the living room. itâs nearly tangible, really. it forms a dense atmosphere between you, that has nothing to do with the movie and when it is finally over none of you make comments on it â since you both lost the most important parts while exchanging sneaky looks â just whispering goodnight to each other swiftly, before going to bed. once youâre both in your designated rooms, you take a deep breath â may this be the last time you feel so goddamn tempted by him.
DAY 5 - Rock Your Body
as much as you felt like it would never happen again, it did. itâs been 4 days since your movie night and today was supposed to be the day youâd peacefully deep clean your apartment, according to your schedule. but neither you nor jake wanted to face each other, opting to not live the awkward tension all over again. you did it because you didnât want to even entertain the idea of getting that close to jake ever, he did it because it was all too much for his poor in love heart to handle.
today was hot, to say the least. the blue sky had no clouds to shield you from the sunâs unforgivable brightness and even though you and jake are in the comfort of your home, the white walls of your apartment do nothing to suppress the impending heat that clings into your bodies. you thanked summer for its magical vibes, sure, but not really when youâre trapped at home doing house chores all morning. cleaning your apartment is usually fun since you used the time to just distract your mind from your current problems and just tidy everything up. but itâd be impossible to do it normally, since your major problem of the moment had a first name, last name and lived in the same place as you.
though it would be an annoying task, jake decided to use the day to try and bring his antics to a stop â just for one day â and, as a way to wave a white flag for you, he started by cleaning his own room, and you took the opportunity to clean yours. but as you finished and went for the next spot you both realized that youâd end up together at some point. ignoring that thought, you just kept doing your designated house chores and everything else you needed to, until you both found yourselves in the kitchen. you had already cleaned everything else, the only things missing were the dishes from breakfast and cleaning the counter â both which were completely simple. you took the dishes, while jake was supposed to clean the counter. but he couldnât concentrate if his life depended on it.
jake freaked out the minute he saw you walk in. why would you choose to wear such revealing clothes today, he couldnât take his eyes from you â which he tried, because he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable. the way your shorts hugged your thighs was a sin itself, but your basically see-through white shirt was what made him fold, the fact that even then his imagination couldnât possibly feel accurate in the slightest made him weak, he wanted more than just the hint of whatâs underneath the fabric. he felt like he needed to do something to leave the losing side â he was feeling like he was falling deeper in a world he wouldnât survive by himself. so he uses the roasting summer day as an excuse to take his shirt off, wondering why he didnât do it sooner. the relief was immediate, of course, the sweat that enveloped his skin didnât have nowhere to stick anymore, and it was a pleasant sensation. but he loved the moment especially because, as soon as he took off his shirt, he heard a cup slide from your hands and hit the sink, softly like you tried really hard to keep it from falling. the smile that adorned his lips was involuntary, but filled with a sense of confidence that extended itself to every other move he made.
you feel all the words that you could possibly say turn into mush at the sight. your mind would be completely empty, if it wasnât already filled to the brim with thoughts of jake â shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. he was always handsome, you knew that much, and with his constant work out routine you would imagine that his body was somewhat nicely built, but you fooled yourself into thinking that heâd be average looking. you couldnât help but stare, completely forgetting your task at hand. why did he take his shirt off?Â
you didnât want him to notice you ogling him so you decided to say something, anything. âew, jake. put your shirt back on,â was all you could think of, but you didnât really want him to. the urge to rub your thighs together was getting harder to ignore, so you decided to get back to doing the dishes. jake, on the other hand, was completely amused by your lack of effort in trying to be discreet with your staring, catching you side-eyeing him every five seconds â or maybe, he thought, maybe you just couldnât help it. the idea of having this kind of effect on you makes him feel like he was responsible for the summer day, the heat spreading on his body and gathering in his abdomen, the sensation just as if he had several butterflies moving in his stomach.
âoh yeah, âcause you really want me to cover up, right?â he laughs and turns on his back to resume his own task, but still talking, âpretend all you want, i know that youâd love me walking around shirtless all day.â
âoh my god, you just never know when to shut up, do you?â you say, annoyed that he was pointing it out so matter-of-factly. to remain at least a bit of your composure you decide to put your earphones on and ignore his existence. though, nothing could take you away from the fact that he was you getting all hot and bothered and he was only standing there and looking good â much more than he should, for his own fucking good.
but jakeâs unable to let you grasp the peace of mind you crave so much, and decides to throw through the window all thoughts he had earlier about âbringing his antics to a stopâ, âwhat are you listening to?â he asks, actually curious. to know whatâs your taste in music is to know you better, and he is all for it
âjustin timberlakeâŠâ you saying, trying to keep your distance. you were already half-way done with your task, doing it as quickly as you could to go to your room. youâre in much need of a shower to cool the fuck down.
âare you serious?â he chuckles, what kind of person listens to JT to clean the house? he doesnât ask that though, instead he asks, âwhich song?â pointing to your earphones. âtake them off, so i can judge you properly.â
âwhat makes you think iâm gonna let you talk shit about my music choices?â but you were already taking it off your ears and disconnecting it from your phone â nonchalantly like you werenât just contracting him â, replaying the song so he could listen to it from the start. your body moving automatically, the desire to please him taking over.
âreally? ârock your bodyâ?â he shakes his head, but even you could see that he was joking. he loved the song, he had danced to it many times with a drunk jay in their parties. but, instead of dropping the act, he uses it to tease you more, âi would understand if it were âmirrorsâ or something, but ârock your bodyâ is just a biased choice, really.â
you canât hold your laughter to save your life. âwhat the fuck? what does that even mean?â and when you turn to him, you lose it. he had a serious expression on his face and his lips were pressed in a thin line, like it was the most serious topic on the earth. you really donât know if it is the sum of everything or if heâs just really funny, but your laughter increases. you bend over the sink slightly, trying to find the balance you lost from your cackles. jake tries his best to keep a straight face but then he sees you and gives in, laughing too â it was impossible not to, you looked so chill at the moment he didnât want to miss it. and it stays like that for what feels like many minutes, you two laughing and trying your hardest to catch your breath â but failing miserably.
once you calm down, a small smile on both your faces and your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen, you resume your tasks. almost forgetting that you were thirsting over each other just moments ago, the silence that falls between you two is comfortable. but jake didnât want to keep it that way, so he sighs comically and says, âdidnât know it was that easy to have you laughing like that.â
âitâs not easy, youâre just a complete idiot and i canât help but find it amusing,â you say, chuckling softly.
as he finishes cleaning the counter, which really shouldn't have taken this long, he smirks at you sentence. âoh, so i amuse you, huh?â his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.Â
you had just finished the dishes as well and were drying your hands in the dishtowel, but the moment you heard his words you threw it at jakeâs direction with no second thought. he catches it effortlessly and starts to walk in your direction. âyou should really learn when to be quietâŠâ you say, and you meant it to be harsh, but your voice is wavering. his tall and broad frame was closer than you were used to and the fact that he was still shirtless wasnât helping your situation at all. suddenly, you were hyperconscious of the extremely hot day and how it made you body warm â and possibly his too, and you wanted very much to know just how much â, the way lips parted as he looked at you, the way he towered over you and the way his eyes seemed darker now, up close â the way his chest stuttered when he finally trapped you in your position, leaning in the sink counter.
âyou always say that, but i never see you make any effort to shut me up,â he says, but his voice is low, like heâs sharing a secret â a dark and seductive one. âisnât that what you want, princess? to shut me up?â
your heart is racing, but your mind is rather calm. even though you want to deny it, you know what he was hinting at, and you want it. you crave it. âyesâŠâ you say, voice just like a whisper, a plea.
âyeah?â he says, and closes the distance between you, clearly affected by your small, but important, confession. his warm body â warmer than yours, you notice â presses into yours ever so slightly, like he didnât want to startle you â like you were in a dream and neither of you wanted to wake up. his right hand moved to cup your cheek, holding your face with all the worship he has ever known in life, eyes filled â overflowing â with yearning. âyou can do it, baby. â
but he wasnât proposing, it wasnât a suggestion. he was encouraging you to do it â egging you to go ahead and fucking kiss him, challenging you to give in. your pout comes involuntarily, the movement small but attracting his eyes to your lips â your pretty and really fucking temptable lips. knowing you canât refuse it â knowing you donât want to â, you tilt your head up. his reply comes immediately, coming down to brush your lips together eagerly. your voice can barely be called a whisper when you speak, âshit, jake⊠you know i want to.â
the way his name leaves your lips so beautifully â so appealing â makes his knees buckle. he suppresses a moan, mind going overdrive at the fact you just so openly confessed your wish â because he knew what it meant, how much it meant. then his left hand pulls you closer by your waist, as he does it he swears you can listen to the way his heart beats desperately in his chest. and you are so engrossed in the moment, so wrapped up in the suffocating tension between you that when your phone buzzes and starts ringing on the counter next to you, you both jolt. the sound sharp, cutting through whatever you two were just sharing and it takes you a moment to come to your senses.
picking your phone up, you hardly have the strength to talk, but you voice it regardless, âitâs jayâŠâ and jake only nods, saving all words of disappointment for when he gets his turn to talk to jay, privately. you pick the video call up and wait for jay to greet you, not bothering to go to your room. jake barely moves an inch, he wants to know if youâll try to push him away once jay sees you two. oddly enough, you donât do it.
âhey! howâre you doing? is that jake next to you? great, i wanted to talk with you both! have you had lunch yet?â jayâs voice sounds like a rap song. he was so excited to talk to you after four whole days of not listening to your voice.
and as the conversation goes on and both you and jake catch up with a very observant jay, you come to terms that maybe â just maybe â you were eager for the next opportunity youâd get to have jake so close â maybe to finally kiss him, even if youâre interrupted.
DAY 11 - Baby Blue Movie
you didn't think this day would come, but you couldn't wait to get home. ever since the day you almost kissed jake, you decided to go out more â alone preferably. but not even then you could escape him completely. sometimes he was a better company than people you were related to. after spending an afternoon at your mother's house, your energy was completely drained. sure, you loved your family, but you can't ignore disrespect. your mother's childhood was completely different from yours and it's obvious that it would have repercussions in your adulthood, considering that she always voiced that she knew â within maternal standards â what was best for you. and it gets tiring, you lost count of how many times you tried to make her understand your point of view and now you just ignored her complaints â usually successfully, but today it unfortunately didnât happen.
as you unlock the door, you pray that jake isn't in his playful mode. it would be extremely hard to deal with it today, but when you enter the house and take off your shoes, you can't fool yourself. he was already leaning against the wall that separated the entrance of the house from the living room, a tiny smile on his face and a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. you mentally prepare yourself not to explode at him. after all, he wasn't to blame for anything â he couldnât possibly be aware of the horrible day you just had. you donât even greet him as you try to make your way to your room. but he doesnât move an inch. with lack of something else in mind, you stop in front of him, waiting for him to say whatever lame joke he thought, already thinking of a possible retort. the whole time he watches you â your pretty face contorted in a serious expression he's not usually used to â he thinks that, maybe, youâre mad at him, but he canât think of something he could have done to make you angry like that. he doesnât want to overthink anything, so he decides to break the silence. "did⊠something happen?" voice silent, soothing, like you would bleed if he sounded hostile â or even indifferent, actually.Â
and, god, you wanted to yell at him. scream with all the pent up stress you endured all day, because how dare he speak to you like that? like you are fragile, like you need to be taken care of â like he needs to take care of you. the thought of being the object of his tenderness infuriates you. to be seem like you lack affection to the point youâd accept his nice words and gentle eyes. because you would never do that, no. you wouldnât just give in because he was being kind to you for the first time since you met. but, god, did you want to. with jayâs absence you had no one else â which was kind of depressing, but you didnât really mind â and with jakeâs constant attempts in making you open up to him, it got increasingly harder to not let your guard down. because god knows how hard youâve been trying to keep your distance, but after todayâs stressful events you just wanted some sort of display of affection â something to remind you that you matter and that you are deserving of love just like anyone else is â and the fact that you received it with no second thought apparent from jake made you weak. it made you want to fight him to remain some sort of composure but also apologize for ever misjudging him â apologize for thinking he wouldnât comfort you at all. but you didnât do either of those. instead, you look down at your feet taking a deep, shaky breath, murmuring an almost inaudible âyeah⊠it did, actually.â
nothing could have prepared him for that. he genuinely thought you would brush him off and go to your room. he could have even been fine if a mean, snarky remark came out of your mouth, like it usually happens. but, you didnât â why didnât you? why would you answer him honestly and looking so goddamn helpless, like you were in much need of a hug. and for a second, that was precisely what he went to do. however, giving in to those impulses felt like overstepping a boundary, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, especially now that you were letting him see you vulnerable â even if itâs barely. so he tried to not look so terrified of this new territory and went with what felt most secure, wanting to reassure you somehow. âdo you want to talk about it?â his voice is casual and steady, like it happens every week and he can perfectly deal with it â except it doesnât and he canât, the thought of you allowing him any close to you emotionally makes him dizzy, eager and feeling rather protective.
âshitâŠâ you chuckle inevitably. he was supposed to drop the subject and yet here he is, still trying to get to you. but you try to keep yourself grounded, all your anger and stress has dissipated into pure sadness so far, if he pushes any further youâll cry. and as you look for a way to put out what is going on in your mind, he wonders what had happened, considering he never saw you like that before. he was ready to hunt down to the gates of hell whoever dragged you to that state. âuh, no,â you sigh. âactually, it would beâ yeah. wellâ â you stumble over words, another frustrated sigh leaves your mouth and your hands come to face, hiding the obvious emotion written all over it. when you look back at him your eyes are already teary, your hands shake a little as you bring them down, your lips wobbly. you manage to let out a broken âi donât know, jakeâŠâ but by the time you sniffle, about to let your tears stream down your face, jake is right on you.Â
his left arm circling your middle pulling you towards him, his right hand on the back of your head tucking your face in his chest and, as he tightly hugs you for a few seconds, he keeps on saying âitâs fine, okay? it doesnât matter, princess.â so lovingly, it does the job of distracting you from your little meltdown. you notice the way the hug feels so intimate, like it was a forbidden thing to do and you two created a bubble to hide from the world and savour the moment. and it made sense you felt that way, because jake was actually hugging you right now. and you were crying. you were crying in front of jake sim â being comforted by him â and you didnât care at all. actually, now that you have done all the things you said you werenât going to, whatâs another one, right? thatâs whatâs in your mind as your arms come to his waist, not to push him away but to further drown yourself in his embrace, taking in his scent.Â
and as you two stand there, the dream-like golden beams of light due to the sunset passing through the curtainâs delicate material, your arms around him so willingly and your crying coming down to a halt, jake doesnât think he could be more content. his heart hurting in his chest knowing that youâre not okay, but also beating as fast as ever before since youâre right there. just so, so close to him, in a way he never thought you'd allow him to. and then he laughs, just a bit, but he canât help it. and you laugh too, wholeheartedly. because you cannot deny yourself the fact that you too felt content, even though youâre crying and heâs doing that just for the sake of comforting you. but that's precisely what makes it so important â is his effort in doing so the best way he can.
DAY 18 - WA-R-R
you woke up feeling great. it has been so nice to actually have a full break from college, you have time to do all the things you like without worrying about anything. well, almost anything. itâs been a week since the crying incident happened and you two never brought it up again. jake was okay with it. he thought you didnât want to talk about any of it, since once you felt lighter you just quietly apologized for crying on him like you did and went to your room. but you didnât know that, and you were starting to feel like a burden. you needed to properly thank him for comforting you, but you had no idea how.
it was currently a quarter past three in the afternoon and you were boiling on your couch from the heat. jake had left for the gym right after lunch and you had nothing to do, beginning to feel unsettled from the boredom. deciding on doing something productive, you take a shower and get dressed to go to the supermarket. you were out of a few things and it would be nice to leave the house and enjoy the weather, despite the fact that youâd much rather go to the beach. once ready, you go to the kitchen to check if you werenât forgetting anything so you could add to the list, thatâs when you hear the front door opening. jake walks in just a few seconds later, eyes roaming over your figure as he immediately catches the scent of your favorite perfume â are you going somewhere?Â
his black fit â sleeveless compression shirt and loose dri-fit shorts â knocked the air out of your lungs, but you didnât have time for that. âiâm going grocery shopping, do you want something?â you ask, pretending to still check the cupboards.
âyeah, actually. but i think itâs best if i go with youâŠâ he says casually, like he wasnât dying to have a domestic day with you â going to the market, choosing what youâre going to do for dinner, helping you carry the grocery bags. âyou knowâŠ? so you wonât buy anything wrong.â
you scoff, turning to look at him. âyouâre projecting, you know i wouldnât mistake your protein bars or whatever,â you say, rolling your eyes and propping yourself on the counter. you glance at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. faking a mix of disgust and judgment on your face, you point towards his clothes. âare you going like that?â
he checks himself, like he didnât know what could be wrong with his outfit, and with a confused look on his face he says, âwell, yes. why wouldnât i?â
you arch your brows mockingly, shrugging. âi donât know. you tell me, jake,â and then you chuckle from your teasing.
he rolls his eyes, feeling dumb for not realizing sooner that you were just messing with him â like always. âyouâre so annoying, what the hellâŠâ he murmurs, suppressing an amused laugh and completes, âcome on, letâs go in my car.â
his car smelled like him, the woody perfume he would usually wear was everywhere â you failed to notice that the first time you rode with him. as you put the seatbelt on and he starts the car, he says âdo you want to put some music on?â giving you his phone and driving off your apartmentâs garage.
âsure, what do you wanna listen to?â you ask, rolling through his playlist. the ride to the store was actually short, but a little music is always nice to have.Â
âwhatever, you can press play on random,â he answers, eyes locked on the streets ahead. just as he finished speaking, he heard the soft beat of a korean r&b melody starting to play very lowly. he went to turn up the volume, only for his hand to bump into yours â you were going to turn the volume up a bit as well, after resting his phone on your thighs.Â
a beat of awkward silence passes by and you two sneak a glance between each other. after laughing a bit embarrassed you softly say, âsorry, i was just gonna turn it up a bit.â moving your hand back to your lap.
he chuckles, without really knowing what to do he turns the volume up himself, saying âno, itâs okay. i was going to do the same.â
the song takes over the silence, its nicely tuned vocals filling the space, and you canât help but share, âi love this songâŠâ your voice is peaceful as you speak.
jake loves the comment, loves that youâre the one starting the small talk. âreally? i thought you were more of a 2000s pop type of girlâŠâ he says, bringing back that fact that you were listening to justin timberlake a few days ago.
you smile, âyeah, that too. but thereâs nothing quite like korean r&b,â you reply, shrugging your shoulders. and it felt so nice to be comfortable around him, to talk like you do with jay â like youâve known him for years.
âi mean, youâre right. but iâm suspicious, i was born in korea, soâŠâ he trails off, and as you two feed the conversation more and more with small details of your life, he can only thank his complete genius idea of following you everywhere â it in fact did pay off, eventually.
when you get to the supermarket, the whole shopping process is actually very quick, you buy the essentials and all the things that were in your list, jake buys a lot of barley tea bottles and you two decide that italian food was the best option for dinner today, so you buy everything you need to make pasta â you also have to decide which bottle of wine you were going to buy and that itself takes most of your time, both finding joy in fake disagreeing with each other. after getting to the checkout and paying for your purchases, you and jake walk back to the car and settle everything to ride back home.Â
once at home you ask jake to put some music on the TV so you could unpack the groceries and start cooking dinner. surprised that you were offering to make dinner â knowing that usually heâs the one to make dinner and you make lunch â he asks, âwhy are you so willing saying that youâre gonna make our dinner today?â his voice accusing and wary, like you about to prank him. approaching you after putting on the same playlist that was playing in the car, he starts to help you unpack the grocery bags that were scattered on the counter.Â
âcanât a girl feel like cooking twice in a day?â you say, purely to tease him, because after letting out a little laugh you add up almost instantly, âi just wanted to, i donât know, thank you for being so nice to me the other day.â
âthe other day? which day?â he was confused, it was pretty visible by his frown and inquiring voice.
you sigh, not wanting to extend the subject, but clarifying anyway, mumbling âthe day that i cried in front of youâŠâ
his realization comes quickly, a soft âah!â leaving his lips. nevertheless, he didnât want you to think that it was anything other than the bare minimum â you didnât have to make him a meal just because you felt like you needed to pay him back. both of you knew that he had no second intentions when he comforted you. âyou know, you donât have toââ he starts, but you interrupt him.
âi know, i know. but i really want to,â you say, voice steady like you practiced the speech all week â which you did, but that was nothing but a small detail, he didnât have to know. âi want to show that iâm grateful somehow, so just let me.â
he just nods, pleased that your communication was improving. dinner time was really nice, you two shared a bottle of wine, talked a lot about how your music taste was actually similar and how cooking can be a fun activity once you grow comfortable with it â you were both kind of tipsy at that point.
as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, he cherished the evening you had. it was nice to know that you started to share a bond now, even if you still tried to keep your distance somehow. âthanks, for the dinner,â he says, cheeks flushed both from the alcohol and from the way you were so close to him, drying the dishes as he washed them.
you hummed, feeling sleepy from the alcohol and tired from the day. you lay your head on his shoulder â as much as you can with the height difference â and answer, âit was nice, right? we should do it again some day.â
jake can only laugh as he shakes his head â you were just too cute. âyeah⊠we should.â
DAY 23 - Let Go
you couldnât be happier, today was finally the day you were going to the beach. as you got your things ready, you talked to jake about how dumb it was for you to have delayed this for so many days. jake has the idea of making some snacks and you help him do everything. throughout all the time that it takes for you and jake to make sandwiches and pack your beach bag and his backpack with everything you were going to need, you were talking nonstop. it was inevitable with the way you started to get along the past few days since your dinner together, honestly. you were also much more at ease in his presence, so you started to share a few more wholesome moments. still, he judges your choices for two piece bikinis and you say it was best if he didnât take his shirt off â to save peopleâs sanity â and you fight over which snacks you were going to take in your little trip. it was all really fun, you could never try to deny that. once everything was ready, you two got ready to go.
the ride to the beach was rather calm. the music in the background was soothing and the beach you chose to go to wasn't far from your place, so jake drove you there and in less than an hour you were in the sand, sitting on your beach mat. the day was summery just like the others that have passed, only this time you could sunbathe and swim â a perfect day, you would say. jake was sitting by your side, watching you put on sunscreen â admiring you, that was more like it.
when youâre done, he points towards the sunscreen bottle on your hand and doesn't think twice before asking, âcan you do my face and back?â he watches your concentrated face, but it doesn't change a bit, you stay expressionless. he tries again, âpleaseâŠ?â
you grimace, and move to sit face to face with him. âwhat? you canât do it?â you ask, but itâs not really a criticism.
he laughs, and flicks your forehead. âof course i can, you brat. itâs just better if you do it,â he says, like itâs so obvious and you fake a look of disgust. he adds, âi canât miss a chance to have your hands all over me, baby,â and winks.
you roll your eyes, but start to apply some sunscreen on his face, answering, âshut up and close your eyes, loverboy.â you use the moment to take in his appearance, closed eyes and parted lips from his talking. he was always so beautiful for you, you wished you could let him know in a way that didnât felt like you were putting your heart in his hands â which was impossible, because that was the only kind of fondness you knew with him, devotion.
he does what you tell him, closing his eyes, but he keeps on talking â a smile on his face all throughout it. âyou canât push me away, princess. i know how your mind works by now,â his voice filled with enjoyment.
âyeah, yeah. i know, jake, you say that everyday,â you reply, but you're smiling too. finding joy in his words, but oblivious to how evident his feelings were. âokay, face done. now iâm gonna put it on your back, turn around for me, please.â
he turns around, his eyes glinting with unmistakable affection from your disponibility to do it for him â the way you ask him âpleaseâ sticks to his mind a little more than it's considered healthy. once youâre done he gets up on his feet and holds your hand. âcome on, weâre going in the sea.â
âwoah there, loverboy. i know you need me to do everything with you, but at least wait until the sunscreen soaks in.â you say, and use the fact that he was still holding your hand to push him down to sit by your side once again.
he complies, his thigh brushing against your as he settles down next to you. you both take in the view. the sea is rather calm, the waves seem to crash slowly. the sun is unforgiving, but in a pleasant way, and the eventual breeze that hits your bodies is a nice way to recover from the heat. you donât realize that youâre still holding hands, but jake is very aware of the act. so much so he fights the urge to stroke his thumb along your hand, so that you wonât grow annoyed from his display of affection. itâs not until an old lady passes by, selling handmade bracelets, that you notice just how close you guys are to each other.
the woman stops by you two and asks, very fondly, âoh, hello, young man. would you want to buy a bracelet for your girlfriend?â sheâs pointing at you, and oddly enough you donât feel like correcting her. in fact, you donât say anything, you just smile at the lady and turn to look at jake, waiting to see what heâll do.
âoh, yes! do you have matching ones?â he asks her, paying you no attention. his response comes immediately, and youâre caught off guard at just how natural it came to him â like you were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, like it wasnât even a thing to consider in the first place.
they get into a conversation about her process of making the bracelets and how much they cost, eventually he buys two â only then he lets go of hand, because he needed to pay the old woman â and she thanks your attention as both of you wave her goodbye.
your head snaps in his direction. giving him a quizzed look, you donât even have to say anything for him to speak, âlook, it wasnât going to change anything in her life if we said we werenât together. if anything weâd just make her ashamed of her mistakeâŠâ his voice is quiet, like youâd argue with him for what he did.Â
but you donât. in fact, you just say, âiâm surprised by how easily you played along, but iâm not gonna kill you. relax,â youâre chuckling, and you add âi didnât get to see which ones you boughtâŠâ
he stares at you, dumbfounded. âwhat?â he asks, wondering if he heard you wrong. were you just letting that slide? like he just didnât pretend you were his girlfriend to a total stranger? werenât you the one who refused to let him close? âdid you enjoy being my girlfriend, is that it?â he teases, but heâs not joking. he actually wants to know this time, he needs the rest itâll provide him.
you cough, choking a bit. what should you do? did you enjoy it? youâre not sure, but for some reason you didnât want him to think you didnât. not only because upsetting him felt so mean of you, but because you realized that you werenât opposed to the idea of dating him. âgod, donât make it weird and let me see the braceletsâŠâ you say, changing the subject. but decided to mumble in addition, âif i didnât say anything, it means that i didnât mind.â
he smiles, and it outshines the sun. jake wasnât one to be pessimistic, but he often opted for a more realistic approach when it came to you, so to see you opening up like that â letting him genuinely see you and understand you â made his body shiver with anticipation of what youâd share next. he senses your will to not deep dive into the matter so he gives into your wishes to see the bracelets. âhere, give me your hand so i can put it on youâŠâ he says, but he can barely control his excitement. he ties the bracelet in your wrist and asks for you to do the same for him, both of you admiring the colorful object that now was a reminder of a thing only you two shared. you fall into a nice, comfortable silence. the unspoken feelings surrounding you but not in a scary way, the sounds of the waves crashing doing nothing to drown your rapid heartbeats. in moments like these you question just how much you should try to keep jake away, only for you to choose not to do it at all â you were just letting it flow, it would pain you more to pretend you didnât like what was growing between you.Â
and thatâs just how the day goes. you swim in the sea and share your snacks, it truly feels like a beach episode from your favorite anime. once you get back home, the tiredness from the long day â even though it was fun and uplifting â sinks in. after you and jake have straightened things up and showered, you both decide to settle on the couch.
you were hardly registering the movie that was playing on the screen. jake had his hand on your head, fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp, a loving gesture that only pushed you closer to sleep. as you started to drift off, your head found its way to jakeâs shoulder, face hiding on his neck. jake gasped at the proximity, but after a few seconds he adjusted you on his body, hugging your waist. before either of you could realize, the two of you had already fallen asleep.
DAY 35 - All Mine
when jake wakes up, heâs a mess. he feels his hair sticking on his forehead due to his sweat. his legs feel shaky, his boxers sticky and his heart is hammering in his ribcage. it takes him a few moments to realize that heâs laying in his bed, having fallen asleep with you the night before while you two played cards late at night. the next thing he realizes is that youâre no longer with him. he checks his phone, itâs half past eight in the morning. he slumps back on the mattress, right hand coming down to palm the evident erection on his sleeping shorts, cock still hard despite the fact that he had clearly cummed during his sleep. he had woken up from a very messy, very erotic dream, his breath was calming down as he took in his surroundings, but his mind was still in a haze from the vivid memories from his dream â where you and him did all the things he craved to do to you. his right handâs grip tightens around his clothed girth, his arousal growing while he feeds his imagination, thinking just how cute youâd look with your eyes tight such and your mouth hanging open as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds of his name, while heâs buried insideâ.
he sits up, instantly. he couldnât act like he lived alone, and even though he very much wanted to get off right now, he wouldnât want to have you walk in on him â well, he wouldnât mind if he felt like you would be okay with it, but he couldnât know if that was the case. the past few days were wonderful, he loved every second of it. you and him were growing closer and closer, to the point you did everything together. after the day you spent on the beach, both of you decided to start hanging out more often. you did all sorts of things â you even did go back to the beach, going to a drive-in that was happening nearby â and it was starting to get hard to avoid the inevitable. jake was beginning to break, the time youâve been spending together only further pushing him to his darkest, most lust-filled thoughts. he wondered if you felt the same, or if he was just another homie to you. if you want him the way he wants you it shouldnât be hard to notice, right? he thinks that he should pay more attention to your body language, to see if you give him any opening to tumble over the edge of the hanging tension. but then he wonders, where are you anyway? intrigued, he leaves his room to look for you, only to find an empty house. you werenât anywhere to be found, neither in the kitchen nor in your room. he sits on the couch, and as he was about to text you to know your whereabouts he hears the clicking of the keys on the front door. he sits back, checking his bulge briefly â that had subsided considerably â and waits for you to show up, fingers interlaced, his hands resting on his lap.
you had woken up pretty early and decided to buy strawberry cheesecake for breakfast at a bakery nearby and some coffee at your favorite coffee shop, choosing to not text jake because you thought youâd be back before he woke up â which clearly did not happen. when you see him sitting on the couch you stop, standing comically â awkwardly â at the hall that separates the living room from the kitchen.
âhi, youâre up,â you state, looking at him â eyes roaming over his figure, he seemed sus. not waiting for his answer you turn left, walking towards the kitchen counter to settle what you bought for breakfast.
jake is hot on your tail, replying, âwhere have you been, huh?â his tone is playful, but you can tell heâs actually curious to know.
âuh⊠i donât see how it concerns you?â you answer, teasingly. your smile the most genuine it could ever be, since jake with his ârecently woken upâ look was the cutest. then you add, âi bought coffee, and cheesecake.â
âoh god, yes! love me some sweets in the morning,â he says, settling down at the counter while eyeing your figure â the fabric of your jeans shorts seemingly sinfully pretty around your thighs, your baby blue crop top making him want to ogle your breasts. were you always this hot? âuh, thanks for bringing coffee for me tooâŠâ
âdonât mention it,â you say, at last. sitting down on his side you two start to eat, then you remember something. âhey, how did you sleep? i woke up in the middle of the night and went to my room. sorry, if i woke you.â
jake feels relief wash over his entire figure to know you werenât there if he made any suggestive sounds during his sleep. âactually, iâm a heavy sleeper, so you wouldnât wake me like that,â he answers and after pausing for a few seconds he finishes, âi slept ok, without crazy dreams or whatever.â
you laugh, his words seeming rushed for you and oddly explanatory, which was out of character of him â especially since he was so slow in the mornings. was he nervous? âok, jake. if you say soâŠâ you say, just for the sake of getting on his nerves â and maybe to get him to say something about what really happened.
âyah! what are you suggesting? i slept like a baby, ok? with baby dreamsâŠâ he states, defensively. and you laugh harder, your hand coming to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle at least some of it â which didnât happen.
in between your gasps for air, you say, âoh, so you dreamed of unicorns and princesses then.â your teasing sentence only half well delivered, since you were still trying to recover from your fit of laughter.
jakeâs mind was racing while he nervously tried to change the subject. however, in between his thoughts of his not exactly baby-like dream, he lets out the first thing that comes to his mind, âif youâd call yourself princess, then i guess you could say that, yeahâŠâ he says, his voice sounding playful. you stall, confusion written all over your face.
âwait, does that mean you- did you dream about me?â you ask, incredulous. you brows coming together to emphasize the chaos that was your mind at his statement. he laughs, shaking his head, truly amazed at how easily he gave himself in. knowing that there was no denying what he said just now, he only nods, taking yet another slice of the cheesecake you were sharing. but you had long forgotten how to eat, in fact you donât think you can do anything else at the moment.Â
letting your curiosity speak louder you decide to try your luck. âwhat⊠did you dream about?â you ask, voice small despite its certainty. you decide to not look at him, eyeing the plate in front of you as he ate the last piece of the cheesecake. you take a sip of your coffee.
âyou, duh,â he says matter-of-factly, and laughs like you werenât dying from not knowing. âwhy do you want to know, anyway? does it matter that much, princess?â his tongue brushes the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to take place in his lips. the situationâs much more entertaining than he initially thought it would be.Â
âoh my god, youâre so annoying,â you huff and get up, making your way to the sink to wash the dishes you just used. he stares at you, amused at the tantrum your throwing over something he thought youâd just brush off, probably just making a comment about how in love heâs in with you â jokingly, of course.
âokay, okay. iâll tell you, alright?â he says, bringing his hands up as if surrendering to you. you stop what youâre doing just to turn your head to him slightly. you eye him, an unreadable expression in your face and he chuckles a bit â he really does like you. at last, he says âi dreamed i got hurt in a zombie apocalypse and you left me behindâŠâ his voice is obviously playful, but you fail to realize he was being ironic.
so you only sigh, your lips forming an involuntary pout as you hummed in acknowledgement, turning back to dry your hands after you finished your task. his answer breaks your expectations, leaving you confused as to why you thought heâd say something else â why you wanted him to say something else. maybe it was the way he was staring at you since you arrived, or the way he seemed so nervous talking about his dream, you thought maybe it meant he saw you in a way that wasnât just âhis roommateâ. but, maybe it was all in your head anyways.
he comes behind, not touching you whatsoever, his hands finding their place at the counter in front of you the same time you finish your task â and he realizes heâs feeling oddly familiar with the situation, like a deja vu. he whispers then, voice seductive and full of intentions, âdid you want me to say that i had a erotic dream?â his question catches you off guard, you use your now free hands to support yourself at the edge of the sink. you head falls to your shoulder, eyes closing as a sigh passes your lips. fuck, why is he dirty talking to you all of sudden? why do you like it? you decide that all your doubts and worries are for the future you to deal with, right now you just want to know how far this can go. still, you can help the nervousness that gets a hold of your demeanor. shaking your head, you start, ân-no, thatâs not it, why would youââ
but jake was not having it. he cuts you off mid-sentence, face coming closer to your ear, lips brushing over it ever so slightly while he whispers lowly â as if you were in a room filled with people and he only wanted you to hear â, âare you really going to lie to me like that, baby?â and just like that youâre speechless, but that doesnât matter one bit, because jake keeps on talking, âi dreamed you were underneath me doing all sort of cute noises while i fucked you on my bed. is that what you expected me to say? or was that pout on your pretty lips for another reason, princess?â
âw-whatâŠ?â you utter, confused. heâs getting to you too damn fast for your liking â your panties growing damp at the thought of him having a wet dream about you. you speak your mind, âwhat the fuck, jake? how can you say things like thatâŠâ
âlike what? so directly? you know iâm not one to play games, princess,â he says and uses the little switch of topic to spin you around. his hands find your waist to urge you to face him and you comply, but you donât look into his eyes yet, embarrassment having a tight grip around you. so his right hand comes to your face and you barely feel his fingers as he tilts your chin up softly, bringing you to face him so he can lock eyes with you, his hand falling to your waist a second after. his gaze is intense, filled with emotion â one youâre yet to allow yourself to admit aloud you reciprocate. the silence starts to grow bothersome so you decide to voice your thoughts once again, not really expecting this moment to turn into a heart to heart conversation â but honestly, you love that jake provides this for you.
âi know. but, youâre making me nervous,â you confide in a mumble, fidgeting fingers on your back but you donât break eye contact â your puppy eyes fucking jakeâs mind up. he knows what you mean, youâve talked about this before. youâre not one to let people in, so to have him so casually stripping you out of your comfort zone can be really stressing â it doesnât mean you donât want him to, though.
jake cuckles, he does think youâre adorable from time to time â everyday â and heâs determined to make you comfortable with what you want â well, that being him â so he makes a point of saying, âthatâs cute, princess. youâre only nervous because you keep refraining yourself from doing what you wantâŠâ he says, almost melodically. âand i know very well that you want me.â
thereâs a knowing glint in his eyes and you know he knows, thatâs what your relationship was always about â heâs been obvious about his desires, you were the one who poorly attempted to deny it. so you sigh defeated, as you watch his pretty eyes and easy smile. you touch his arms, hands traveling up to his cheeks where you leave a soft squeeze with your palms, squishing them together. you both let out a giggle, then your fingers intertwin on his nape, your body closing the distance between you and him.Â
jake is not surprised that you took the initiative, but he couldnât believe that it was actually happening. his heart is beating unforgivingly in his chest, it aches the best kind of pain and he lets out a sound of relief, pleasure and pure fulfillment. his hands grips your waist harder trying to ground himself, but nothing is enough â he is losing all self control and he couldnât care less. because your hands were on his neck, nails scratching lovingly the back of his head, your chest pressed on his and your lips passionately kissing him â having you on his hands for him to touch and hold was messing with his head. the kiss that takes place is outstanding, it makes both you and him breathless way too quickly. you pull away first, your teeth prodding your bottom lip for a moment before jake is on you again.
this kiss is much more devastating than the first one, when your tongues meet you can hardly contain the whine that tries to leave your lips, but maybe itâs the way jake shoves you against the counter behind you that knocks the air out of your lungs. none of you know how long you stay making out, your fingers interlace on jakeâs locks and he anticipates the moment you will pull it, but you donât. he grows impatient, hands sliding from your waist to your hips, where he squeezes hard, then he pushes himself from you, interrupting the kiss in the middle. youâre panting, chest heaving and lips red and swollen from the kissing, the sight making heat spread all over his body and his arousal only increases, the bulge on his pants begging to be simulated and he wonders how affected you are by all of this. despite the hot feeling of your hasty breath, nothing really gives away your inner state. and you try to keep it that way, but your mind is foggy and you can barely form coherent thoughts aside from the burning lust, thatâs all you can discern. you thought you could be stronger when it came to your sexual desires, but jake fucks up all your attempts in keeping a composed attitude. because you wanted nothing more than to let go and be led, to allow him to do whatever he wanted to. thatâs how much you trusted him, how much you craved him.
youâre so lost in your submissive reverie that you fail to realize that jake actually said something. it isnât until his hands cups your cheeks that your attention turns to him.
âhmâŠ?â you hum and itâs supposed to be a question, but you can really say something else. he understands, though, slowly catching on to what your behaviour meant.Â
testing the waters, he asks âdo you want to go upstairs, baby?â softly, trying not to sound like you had to. you nod, eagerly so, making him smile, tilting his head to the side. âyouâre much too quiet, princess,â he says, his smile fading to a smirk as continued, âgo on, use your words.â
the way he says it is borderline condescending. the patronizing superiority twists your insides and your heart rate speeds up, a familiar feeling making its way to your stomach like butterflies. you curse every cell in your body for being so responsive. you focus on the fact that itâs a simple question, one he already knows the answer to. âyesâŠâ you voice out, not without stuttering and jake is amazed.Â
he pushes further, wanting to strip every layer of this newfound trait of yours. âhuh? yes what, princess?â and itâs a trap, because heâs not expecting anything specific, you may or may not know what to answer, it doesnât matter because jake is doing it with the sole purpose of teasing you.
but you donât know that, and even if everything in you is telling you to address him with a respectful honorific, you also donât want to give him the satisfaction of winning that so easily, so you do whatâs best, you play innocent. âyes, i wanna go upstairs,â your voice sounding much more controlled and with barely any sides of your emerging submissiveness.
jake laughs at your answer, eyes scanning you with unmistaken amusement. he shakes his head, grabbing your hand as he speaks, âyouâre impossible.â
he uses your intertwined fingers to pull you with him, all the way until youâre passing through his bedroom door. once inside, he sits on the end of his bed, hands coming to your hips as he looks up at you. thatâs when everything sinks in. nothing couldâve prepared you for the devastating reality that youâre a moment away from letting jake undress you â letting him fuck you. his alluring presence drowns your senses, you want nothing else than to please him.Â
he sees it in your eyes, so he feels obligated to act on it. âcome sit, princess,â he says and pulls you to his lap. you fall right after, thighs finding their place on his sides as your hands touch his chest. âyouâre so pretty,â his hands are caressing your waist under the fabric of your shirt. âso, so pretty,â he adds, placing kisses on your cheeks, and then your neck. âmakes me want to ruin you all the time,â he pulls you even closer, the motion making your hips collide with his. his dick impossibly hard underneath you, you fists his shirt at the feeling. he started to leave hickeys on your skin, his path well marked as he love bites his way to the valley of your breasts. you can feel the smirk on his lips as he trails kisses on your skin, but you are engrossed in the intoxicating feeling of his hands traveling up your body. when you realize, heâs already taking your top off, eyes shamelessly falling to your naked torso. âyou always leave the house without a bra on?â he asks, not really accusing you of anything, his hands instantly coming to grope them, thumbs tenderly flicking your nipples and your response is almost embarrassingly quick. youâre taken by surprise, a soft moan slips past your lips and your hips grind on him. he appreciates the sound, his dick twitching in his sleeping shorts as he squeezes your boobs harder.Â
you answer him, voice coming weaker than you expected as you speak, âno⊠not really.â you have your hands sliding under his shirt, pulling the fabric with you as you feel the warm skin of his chest on your palms, you want to see him too. âcan you⊠take your shirt off too?â
âlook at you, being so well manneredâŠâ he says and you roll your eyes, his praise makes your panties grow wetter by the minute. he keeps talking though, making no move to remove his shirt just yet. âalthough, i think that thereâs one word missing, princessâŠâ
you understand him immediately, the words coming out easily, âpleaseâŠ? can you take your shirt off, please?â you rephrase, and jakeâs mind goes over drive. he already wants you begging for him.
is almost funny, to know that you two are living the moment he has been anticipating ever since he was first trapped with you in that bathroom in a random college party. heâs lightheaded from the unceasing sensations he experiences with you and his smile is the perfect display of it, breathtaking and contagious. he lifts his arms for you to finish taking the shirt off his torso, you drop it on the floor. his hands settle back on you, falling on your thighs with a smack on which one, as he gets back to trailing kisses down your neck, until his tongue envelops your nipple. heâs still smiling when you moan from the sudden stimulation, but he moans with you after you grind down on him at a specific hard bite he delivers. âyouâre into pain or something?â he asks you, moving to your other boob, teeth grazing the skin before he bites it, softer than he wanted, just to test his theory.
you right hand tangles in his hair, fingers gripping the locks but not really pulling at it â which he really wants you to â, your left hand splayed on his chest, nails threatening to dig on his skin. he laughs in disbelief, biting harder â not enough to leave a mark, yet â and your hips move involuntarily on his, humping his throbbing dick, desperate for a real form of stimulation between your legs. âoh god, you are into it.â he states, and delivers another slap on your thigh.
you bite your lip, and say âyou do realize how sadistic this makes you look, right?â in defiance, but your affected tone makes no effect whatsoever.Â
his answer is instant, âand you do realize how much of a masochist i think you are now, right?â his mocking tone getting to your and further wetting your panties, that must be completely destroyed by now. he continues his assault in your chest, that already has some red and purple marks blooming here and there.
âi-iâm notâŠâ you start, both hips and voice stuttering from his movements, the fabric of your jeans starting to make you uncomfortable as you rub yourself harder on his erection, jakeâs hands groping your skin from the stimulation, the rhythm of your movements torturously slow for his liking. âiâm not a masochist,â you manage to say, and jake laughs from your little act.Â
âno, just a painslut...â he says, and your muffled whine is enough of an answer for him. âbut donât worry, baby. you make such a pretty slut for me.â
âfuckâŠâ is all you can mumble, pussy clenching around nothing as you keep grinding on his bulge, dry humping him for all your worth. but jake had enough of that, he wants more â he needs more. so he grabs one of your thighsâ underside with one hand, the other going to your waist as he moves you on the bed. in a second you're laying on your back on the mattress, but you donât have time to be surprised. jake touches your knee in an attempt to get you to open your legs and you comply, slowly moving them apart to accommodate his hips.
his hands travel to undo the button of your shorts, fingers pulling the zipper down all the way but he doesnât slide the fabric off your legs. instead, he stuffs his hand inside of it, fingers gliding over your dripping wet slit. âshit, youâre fucking soaked, princessâŠâ he almost growls, forehead resting on your shoulder. âwant to fuck you till we pass out,â itâs just a harmless confession, one he doesnât truly mean, but you donât care.
âso do it,â you sound desperate, his index and middle finger teasing your entrance while his thumb presses on your clit. he wasnât moving, and it was driving you insane. you thrust your hips forward, trying to get him to do something, but he doesnât.
he chuckles, his smirk hidden from your eyes, but you could feel it when he pressed his lips to your ear, leaving an openmouthed kiss in it. âso soon? whereâs the fun in that?â he says rhetorically, he has been dying to bury himself inside you, but he still wants to play with you some more. âneed to prep you first, baby.â
your moan is music to his ears when he inserts his fingers in you with a quick motion, pleasure running through your veins. but it wasnât enough. you didnât want that, you wanted his dick inside you. âf-fuck, jake⊠jake, please,â is the first glimpse of a plea, and jake is relishing on it. he quickens his movements, fingers working on your walls like magic. he brings his thumb back to your clit, drawing little imaginary circles in it and your head falls back, back arching as you push your hips forward again. âjake, j-jake⊠please, fuck me. wanna cum on your cock.â
although he really wanted to, he couldnât resist your plea. he doesnât need to be told twice, taking his fingers out slowly and helping you out of your shorts and underwear. he takes his shorts off along his boxers right after, his dick slapping his stomach as he does so.
once heâs between your thighs there isnât much to be said, heâs already guiding his dick to your entrance when your legs wrap around his waist. you both moan at the intrusion, the stretch making your mind go blank as your head falls to the side, right hand finding support on his back as your left hands tangled on his locks. youâre both panting and you barely started, his thrusts are sharp, he reaches so deep in you. your closed eyes and open mouth are better to watch than jake could ever imagine, he wishes he could have this everyday. âoh my god, fuckââ he swears, hand gripping you jaw to give you a kiss. itâs messy, your tongues meet more outside than inside your mouths. when he pulls away thereâs a string of saliva connecting you two. his weight is supported on his forearms as he moves to mark your neck mumbling, ây-you feel so good princess, so goddamn good.â
the room smells like sex, your hands try desperately to somehow steady yourself in that moment that didn't seem like reality at all. jake pressed his hips into yours harder and harder with each kiss he left on your neck, his mouth brought you little by little closer to heaven and you let a specific loud whine escape your lips. you could feel his smile as he raised his head so he could kiss your mouth with unquestionable desire once again. you use your legs to pull him closer and his eyes roll back under his eyelids. you arch your back slightly, your chest pressing against his and your fingers â finally â pulling on his strands. jake brokes the kiss to moan and looks at you in that surrendered way he always does. he just couldn't help himself, he needed to ruin you just a little bit more.
âso beautiful, my princess.â his possessive tone making you clench around him, his hand moves from your side to your neck, where he gives it a light squeeze, and then he grabs your cheeks with one hand. not too hard, but enough to make you lift your face. âopen your mouth for me, love.â and you comply. your mouth parted slightly and your eyes glued to his, but heâs too lost watching you run the tip of your tongue between your lips to notice. he uses his thumb to open your mouth even wider, naturally salivating at the thought of what he would do next.
when his spit meets your tongue and you swallow without protest, he is gone. the moan he fails to contain comes out muffled as he presses his face back into your neck. the hand that was previously on your cheek goes down to your thigh where he delivers a harsh squeeze. âfuckâŠâ he whispers, inevitably moving his hips to fuck you harder, faster. he was too lost in the feeling, and so were you.Â
the intoxication sensation of your orgasm comes quickly, and itâs devastating. jake takes notice of the way your nails run down his back, the other pulling on his hair and your legs impossibly tight around his waist. âwould look at thatâ ahâ, youâre going to cum, baby?â he asks, voice low and wavering, âare you?â
you hum, your moans impossible to suppress. you drool on the fabric of the mattress â you were so, so close. jake has other plans, though. âoh, c-come on now, princess⊠weâveâ ahâ talked about it a-already,â he says, hand coming to your neck, adding some pressure â just enough for your eyes to roll back on your closed eyelids. he loves to watch it, his own release coming fast and unforgiving. âuse your words.â
âiâ fuckâ can i cum, jake? p-pleaseâŠâ you start, eyes opening to lock with his as best as you can. âplease! jake, ahâ i canât hold it a-anymoreâŠâ you cry out, head lolling back once more. âf-feels so good, so good.â
jake canât hold it back any longer too, hips unrelenting at your begging. âgo ahead, baby. cum for me.â he whispers, and it feels like you fall over the edge immediately. the unceasing clenching of your walls only pushing him to his orgasm too, thick ropes painting your inner thigh as he pulls out. the wave of pleasure that overtakes you both is devastatingly good, you can barely discern what's happening as whispered âthank youâsâ fall from your lips. when you both fall back to reality youâre sweaty and breathless. he drops his weight on you, arms caging your body as his head finds the comfort of your chest. you giggle and hug his shoulders, eyes too heavy from tiredness to keep them open. you fall asleep before the both of you can say anything. jake senses your calming breath, choosing to clean himself and you up before giving into the temptation of sleep as well. he dresses you on his shirt that was on the floor after putting on his boxers, hugging you from behind whispering sweet nothings to you, lulling himself to sleep.
DAY 37 - Fool For You
youâve never been one to give in to awkwardness. you pride yourself on being quite a light presence, always funny or trying to make everyone feel comfortable. but it wasnât until you had sex with jake that it changed. because, sadly, now youâre just always nervous around him. it had been two days since he claimed you for himself â two days and you still havenât really faced him. what could you do, really? pretend it never happened? act like the big deal it was and possibly ruin everything? acknowledge what happened but act like it's not going to destroy every single wall you've built around yourself?
you felt hopeless and you missed him â so much. because after what you two shared, there was no room for doubt, no room for hiding the undeniable truth. you were deeply, madly and uncontrollably in love with jake. so much so it hurted you. so much so you could tell everyone and you would never feel ashamed of it. but, what about him? how could you ask him if you didnât even know how to allow yourself to be vulnerable like that? to let him in like he was always there â although it felt like he had always been part of you, you also couldnât help but overthink it. you felt like he understood you even if no words were spoken, but would it really be enough for him to know that you loved him? would you be enough for him? did he feel the same? god, did he even like you at all? and as you torture yourself â feeling like you could actually feel a physical discomfort from all the thinking and loving and wanting you had trapped inside you â, jake was losing his mind.
he was in complete despair, like heâll never have you. all of the time it took for him to get to know you, to get close to you â it felt meaningless â, and now you were slipping right through his fingers all over again. it wasnât fair. he knew you felt something for him. and it was driving him insane, because if you felt even just a little bit of what he feels, then it was enough for forever. even if you feel just five percent of what he feels for you, you would make it until the end of the world. but it didn't matter, because you hadnât talked to him yet. he was feeling like he was left to die of starvation, your absence making him hallucinate. making him question just how much he wouldnât do for you â only so he could finally have you. because he was feeling like he could do it all, but he needed you to come to him. to allow him to truly see you, to truly feel you. so he decided to wait. wait for you to come to terms with the reality you seemed so against living and then heâd do everything â anything to keep you by his side.
even if you werenât sure about how things would turn out, you know it was you who had to make the first move and when you decide to get your shit together, you walk straight to his room. looking calm on the exterior, but completely wrecked on the inside, yet itâs kinda funny for you. you have nothing to fear anyway, expect for, well, a rejection â but it wasn't really going to stop you. when you get to his door you take a few deep breaths, gathering the courage that was just a few seconds ago all over you but seemed to suddenly vanish. you grow eager, as if it was all coming to realization. it feels so fucking right you could cry, you decide to knock before it all becomes too much. doing it softly, you wait for him to answer, cleaning your sweaty palms on the sides of your sleeping shorts.
jakeâs listening to some random âsongs for studyingâ playlist on youtube while scrolling through his media when he hears the soft knock on his door. he freezes, what was happening? he jumps out of bed, looking around checking if anything needed replacing. when he sees everythingâs fine he walks to the door, but remembers he had changed into his sleeping clothes, so he goes back to check himself in the mirror, only for him to run a hand through his hair and get right back to the door. once there he doesnât think twice, swinging the door open. âhi!â
you get startled by the sudden movement. jake looks like he has the energy to run a marathon and is hardly holding himself from doing so. itâs cute. you look at his puppy-like eyes, his lips slightly parted and his hair falling in his brows. you almost say right then and there, but you hold it â waiting for a more appropriate moment. instead, you say âuh, hi.â and then you giggle, looking down to your feet and then back at him. âwhat are you doing right now?â
he lets out a giggle himself, a bit more at ease now that he knows youâre not there bringing bad news. then he answers, âhonestly? nothing,â and he laughs at his own sentence.
âgood, can i come in then?â you ask, but before he could even answer youâre already explaining yourself, âitâs justâ uh, i want to talk to youâŠâ
he smiles nervously, stepping aside so you can come in. after you walk in, he guides you to his bed by your shoulder and then he lays on his side, propped on his left arm. âtell me all about it, baby.â
the nickname makes goosebumps raise all over your body, but maybe it was the fact that you had acknowledged you want this whole thing so much â maybe it was burning in you all along just waiting for an excuse to be freed. âi⊠so, i wanted toââ you stutter, growing a bit nervous.
âhey,â he grabs your hands that were in your lap. ârelax! youâre kinda freaking me out, you know?â he says, trying to lighten the mood. he could see what you wanted to say was serious but he also didnât want you to get anxious over it. âi feel like youâre gonna say you're a murderer or something.â
you can only laugh, because heâs such a fucking idiot and you love him so bad itâs kind of pathetic. âgod, thatâs such an idiotic thing to sayâŠâ you pause, looking at him playing with your bracelet mindlessly. then you realized there was no way he went for all the trouble to fuck you if he didnât have any feelings for you. it was so dumb of you to assume that in the first place. and it felt so right in that moment â almost dream-like â, you didnât want to waste it. the words left your mouth by impulse, but they all fell so naturally out of it too, it barely felt like it was the first time you were saying them, âi love you, jake.â
jake feels his whole world stop. what did you just say? he couldnât voice it out better, muttering, âwhat?â
âyepâŠâ you say comically popping the âpâ, head nodding dramatically, lips pressed in a thin line and brows furrowed in fake apprehension. because, deep down, youâre sure it was going to work out just fine. âguess thatâs worse than a murder, huh?â
jakeâs going crazy, he wasnât expecting you to ever say it like that, so easily. âdoââ he gasped, choking a bit. he was a mess by this point, his hands pulling you closer by your wrists until your face was close enough, to the point he could feel your warm breath on his nose. his voice cracking with obvious emotion, but he really couldnât care less, âdo you really?â
and your eyes water, voice faltering just as much, âof course i do, jake⊠â you press your forehead to his, eyes closing but you can feel his hands shaking where they hold you and you wanted nothing but to make him feel all of the love he made you feel.
âoh my god,â he uttered, voice completely drowned in emotion as his breath hitches and he sobs, but that doesn't stop him from keep talking, âoh my god, baby, i love you too,â he states, like it wasnât obvious by the way the tears left his eyes and stained your shirt. heâs a blabbering mess, but you love it. âi love you so much.â
and there, in between tears, smiles and sweet words, jakeâs certain that heâd do everything all over again, just to have you. and you know you found the one.
DAY 38 - Apocalypse
you wake up in your bed with a startle, out of breath and with tears blurring your vision, threatening to fall from your eyes. your heart was filled with so much love you could never possibly keep to yourself only, so look to the side to reach jake. only, he isnât there. you sit up, confusion knocks on your poor sleepy brain and you stumble out of bed. you remember very vividly you had fallen asleep with jake the night before, after you so happily declared your love for each other. as you reach for your doorknob you pause, what if it was a dream? because you remember you were in jake's room last night, not yours. were you so sleep drunk you couldnât tell if it all happened or not? you rush to open the door and walk towards jakeâs room, but he wasnât there either. so you decide to go to the kitchen, not yet ready to give up, even if your heart was squeezing like you had lost the only love you ever had known.
as you reach the kitchen you hear some noises and your body fills with excitement as you eye jakeâs broad figure â but, wait. is that a Seattle Mariners shirt?
âoh my god, jake. why are you wearing jayâs shirt?â your voice competing with your laughter, trying to imagine what would be jayâs reaction if he saw his favorite shirt in jakeâs body â his very nice, very doable body. âiâll tell jay.â
âdonât you dare, pretty,â he says, like itâs a threat â that has no effect, whatsoever â as he drops whatever he was doing to come hug you. âit isnât jayâs, he gave me this one on my birthday last year,â he gave your forehead a kiss, then the top of your head and kept going, âhow did you sleep? i put you in your room âcause mineâs closer to the kitchen and i wanted to make breakfast. did i wake you?â but you almost donât hear it, his voice being drowned since he talked while his lips were pressed to the top of your head.Â
âyou didnât wake me, love,â and the way you say it makes jakeâs heart melt. âbut i woke up crying and for some weird reason i thought yesterday was a dreamâŠâ you add, hugging him back and taking in his scent.
âi left for 15 minutes and you were already crying from missing me? thatâs cute, princess,â he laughs after speaking, moving you to sit at the counter. âwell, itâs good it wasnât a dream then, huh?â
you give an disgusted look to his little joke, but youâre smiling when you brush your lips to his, âi donât know⊠iâm starting to regret it.â
âyouâre so mean,â he replies, but heâs also smiling. he gives you a brief kiss on the lips, then one on your cheek. he looks at you for a bit and says, âi think i should make us breakfastâŠâ
you both laugh, knowing what heâs hinting at. you get off the counter and help him, being so filled with contentment and love as you watch him make a mess in the kitchen just like always,
âi love you.â
a/n: it was supposed to be all a dream in the end, but i couldn't do it. let me know what you think<33
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part 2 of worthless talking
thank you sm! i honestly didnât think that worthless talking would be THAT good to most people and angsty(?) cause i was never good at writing angst. but thank you so much everyone !! and im almost at 200 followers! thank you very much and thank you arcane for being the glow up of my account ( now i just have to worry about what to write after arcane officially dies ) so if i end up doing the mini series considering it a 200 followers special ( ? maybe )
making up with arcane characters after arguing
S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader
reconciliation , hurt/comfort , mentions of abandonment issues ( jinx ) , friends â lovers ( vi ) , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , lover boy! ekko , cursing , mild suggestive ( vi )
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JINX
the past few days have been quiet. too fucking quiet. especially for jinx. by now, she would have a talking to her hallucinations or blowing somethingâanything up but she being held down by something, this agonizing feeling in her chest by she hasnât had a clue of what is it. she going on her daily routine to see whatâs so off. when she wakes up, she wakes up next to you; she always talks to you; when sheâs collecting parts, itâs always with you; when sheâs making another invention itâs withâyou. thatâs the issue. jinx cursed at herself for her realization that she pushed you when she promised herself that she wouldnât. no wonder sheâs been so âunstableâ according to sevika and silco.
she immediately dropped everything, forgetting about the fishbones project and left the lair. and immediately went to your place. she took out her spare key and immediately searched up and down, every corner for you but your house is empty. she was starting to panic, why arenât you home? did you just get up and leave? she didnât think her actions would hurt you that bad, she just wants to apologize for what she done, she didnât mean it. âJinx?â a soft voice creeps up behind her, âwhat are you doing?â jinx snaps her head around, tears resting on the edge of her eyes. âbabyâŠâ jinx breathes out.
You placed your bags next to the front door and closes the door behind you. suddenly jinx tackles you into a tight hug, sobbing into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your waist. you pull her in close, letting her have her moment. âwhatâs wrong J?â you asked her softly, as she starts to cool off, small sniffles and tears drying up on her face. âiâŠi thought you left me after that argument we had.â her grip tighten around you. âplease donât leave meâŠiâm so sorry i didnât mean to call you annoying o-or you were nagging me i promise and iââ you smash your lips into hers, causing her to softly melt into the kiss and share the warmth of the tight embrace. you slip out of the grasp of her lips and stare at her flushed face with a smile. âim not going to abandon you my love, im always going to be here.â jinx held your hand tightly, âiâm sorry.â you reciprocate her action, âi love you.â âi love you too.â
VI
another day, another lost at the pit fight. no amount of training until she sore, drinking her sorrows away, destroying her life is making the pain go away. no matter what she does, she always recalls the scared look you gave her, it sends a shiver down her spine each time. the horror of herself that you had to experience firsthand. the side that she didn't want you to see; caitlyn, whatever; but you. she deeply regrets that she lost her cool with you, off all people it just had to be you. she didn't bother drinking or training today, she can't. she can't even sleep without your face flashes in her thoughts. strolling around the undercity doesn't help much besides giving her some fresh air of the city she was raised in. she doesn't know how but she ended up at the brothel.
walking down the hallway, rooms filled with variety of sexual activities, workers and customers; she didn't care, she just ended one person right now. she walked past the other offices, she knows you mostly handle the money and service of the other workers for the customers. looking through the office window, she sees you looking over some paper works and envelopes filled with money. she twisted the door knob and closes the door behind her as she enters your office. you glance up at now black haired girl, her pink hair seeping through the tips and ends of it. "how can i help you, violet?" she tenses up and her breath hitches as you use her full name. "it's vi for you."
"who?" vi walks around your desk, you watch her cautiously, she hooks her arm around yours, pulling you up and off your desk chair. making you sit on the desk and pinning you down with both of her arms you trapping in between, "viol-" "vi. say my name correctly." she hovers above you, she slips herself in between your legs. your heart pounding in your chest, "fine fine, vi, what do you need?" vi chuckled dryly, " i want you, sweet." you scoff, "me? or that piltover girl?" vi grabbed your waist, "listen, i realized i was wrong; i care for you, and i love you, not caitlyn." her hands move to hips, pulling you in closer to her, "you were always there for me, even when you had nothing to do with me and caitlyn's mission you were there as always. and i'm sorry for taking that for granted and im sorry for calling you a prostitute." her thumbs absentmindly rubbing circles into your skin, she leans in closer and presses her lips against yours, pulling you into a soft passionate kiss; filled with love and affection. you pull away slowly, "I forgive you."
CAITLYN
you lay restless in your bed at home, away form caitlyn, you don't want to believe she's actually cheating, but the way she act together, maddie is always close to caitlyn, always touching, acting shy around your fiancee. you would always try to find time to bring it up but with the things going on with jinx and ambessa, your time with her lessen to almost nothing, even at night, she's always exhausted and out of breath. you're so lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice you were crying until a maid rushed to you side.
caitlyn could barely focused on the work in front of her, when she's training with ambessa, she seemed so distracted and distant from everything, according to the ambessa, "you do not come back until you're back on your feet, commander." the silence hung in the air. "we need not distractions for justice." that the last thing caitlyn heard before she left and went home to her office. maddie returned, he usual soft and comforting aura, it didn't feel like anything in the first place, but that's how maddie tries to come off. "commander, are you alright? you've been staring at the paperwork for 15 minutes now." maddie nervously chuckled. "I'm fine...just.."she rubs her temple in a pain and annoyance. "excuse me, i have to go see someone." she gets up and grabs her coat and leaves without hearing anything from maddie.
she knocked on the front door of your home, waiting patiently for you, she hears small shuffles and movements behind the door, she hears a faint metal sound; you're looking through the peephole. "what do you want caitlyn?" you open the door in a slight crack, enough for her to see and hear you. "hello...dear, you don't look well." caitlyn's face filled with worry and regret, voice low. "I'm fine." swiftly caitlyn, pushes the door open and pulls you into a tight hug. the cold air from outside slips into your home, causing you to shiver. "I'm sorry..." caitlyn started, "i never noticed how maddie was acting until recently, i assure...no...i promise you that I'm not cheating on you; maddie doesn't compare to you. never has and never will." you broke out into small sobs and sniffles, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry.." caitlyn caresses your head gently, soothing you as you cried in her chest.
EKKO
since you recovered from that night, you kept your distance from your boyfriend, even on patrols with you, you stayed nearby but kept a small distance between you two, and of course he noticed, i mean he had to with the whole firelight community scolded him for lashing his anger out onto you.
another night again with patrolling with him, and you sat down at the top of the tunnel, where you got stabbed at but this same time, you're with your boyfriend; who seems extra tensed knowing this is where you go hurt. where he failed to protect you, when you didn't listen to him. you notice that he is shaking, violently. you hesitated but reached out and touched his knee, he stares at you in shock.
"calm down, ekko, if you're aren't fit for patrol then we could call-" "no!" he blurted out, "no...that won't be necessary, i'm fine." he continued on. the night sky and cool breeze surround the both of you. "I'm sorry-" you both said at the same time, you stared at each other. "it's okay-" it happened again. you chuckled, the blush rising on your face and also his. "i love you, fire." he kisses your forehead and cheek. "i love you too.." you pulled him into a soft kiss, officially calling this a good night.
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in eternal lines
spencerâs mindâbrilliant and boundlessâwas one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place. but when the deadlines are looming, it takes everything in you not to snap. because while youâre good at literature because you have to be, spencer's great at it because, well, heâs spencer.Â
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)
genre: angst, comfort, fluff... i don't know anymore
content: student!reader gets kinda pissy and snappy but she has a 3000 word essay due and a fever so go easy on her. and spencer is spencer, so patient, so kind :'
word count: 5.2k
note: as a literature major this was extremely self-indulgent... i'm sorry. i love lit student reader and i hope you guys do too! also aptly titled after the one and only sonnet 18 because it was the first poem we were given read in uni <3 (reader is basing her essay on george macdonald's 'the princess and the goblin' and isaac watts' 'divine songs' if anyone is curious; but don't read too deeply into her lines about it because i submitted that essay weeks ago and it's been relinquished it from my mind oops)
a line: Youâd decided then and there that if you couldn't break the glass ceiling, you'd make a comfortable home just beneath it. Always looking up, never quite breaking through.
When in eternal lines to time thou growâst: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. - william shakespeare
You love your boyfriend. Truly, you do. After all, who else would sift through pages of Whitmanâs dense poetry with you or debate whether Rossetti was really referencing Eveâs bite of the apple in Goblin Market? Nobody else ever cared enough to try. Spencerâs mindâbrilliant and boundlessâwas one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place.
So yes, you love your boyfriend. But when deadlines are looming, and submission dates are bearing down on you, it takes everything in you not to snap. Because while Spencer can dissect poetry and prose with an ease that seems almost otherworldly, you sometimes feel the weight of comparison pressing on you. Youâre good at it tooâof course you are, you have to be. Youâre pursuing a degree in it forgodsakes. But Spencer? Heâs great at it because, well, heâs Spencer.
And while you can hold your own most days, a fair challenger when you come back from a particularly intriguing lecture too layered to dissect by yourself, there are times you feel like youâre running to keep up. Spencer will pull references from texts and obscure sources you havenât even heard of, leaving you struggling to connect the dots. And thatâs just literature. When he dives into his other passionsâyou donât even bother to compete. Instead, you resign yourself to the couch, nodding and asking questions during the rare moments you can sort of follow the thread of his thoughts.
Having an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory does have its perks. Everyone knows that.
Your friends see it too. Like today when one of them stopped by between classes to return an essay youâd been stressing over for days.
âWell, donât you look fantastic,â she teased, smirking. âGuessing those leftovers werenât as âfineâ as you thought?â
âââDonât even start,â you mutter, weakly grabbing the paper from her hands as you lean on the doorframe. You flip through the pages marked in red ink quickly with the little strength you have, eyes scanning briefly through the comments before youâre on to the next page, next page, next page. Theyâre not what youâre looking for.Â
And then you see it. There on the last page, a definite red circle around it: B+.Â
Youâd expected it of course. B+âyour ever-reliable benchmark. It's a mark of consistency you've been forced to be contented with. It wasnât horrendous. It wasnât amazing. It was fine. But youâd worked hard on this one. Youâd hoped, maybe, for something more. Youâd expected it, and yet, you donât know why you still feel a pinch of disappointment.
âHowâd you do?â you ask grimly, fighting the nausea creeping up your throat.
âSame,â she replies nonchalantly, scrolling through her phone.
You nod, trying not to dwell on the fact that sheâd seen your grade before you did.
âOh, you know itâs always the same,â she adds with a wry smile. âSolidly subpar, as per tradition.âÂ
The phrase stung a little more now than it had when youâd coined it back in your first year. Back when, after a string of middle-of-the-road grades, youâd decided then and there that if you couldn't break the glass ceiling, you'd make a comfortable home just beneath it. Always looking up, never quite breaking through.Â
âWhatever, it was only 20% anyway,â she shrugs.
âYeahâŠâ you reply weakly, though the disappointment still gnaws at you. You canât quite shake it. Maybe itâs because deep down, you know you do careâno matter how often you tell yourself youâve accepted the fate of being perpetually average. You still want, so quietly, so desperately, to be something more. Youâve always had a love for literature: the way words flow across a page, imbuing meaning into simple phrases, transforming them into art. Youâve always admired the beauty of it. But passion doesnât translate to academic brilliance, and appreciation doesnât equal A grades. Itâs a hard truth youâve come to learn.
âHow was class?â you ask, trying to steer your mind away from its current spiral. âWe still on Faerie Queene?â
âMhmm,â she hums, rolling her eyes. âKristoffâs still rambling on and on about virtue and chastity. Ha. Imagine me living in those timesâat the rate I ghost men, Iâd be a certified whore.â
âWell, actually, theyâd probably get to you first,â Spencer interrupts as he steps out of the bedroom, his tone slipping into that familiar, matter-of-fact cadence. âVirtue and chastity were considered to be absolute truths in the 16th century. A womanâs value was intrinsically tied to her perceived purity, which of course, was a reflection of her familyâs honor.âÂ
If you werenât so ill, you wouldâve laughed at her faceâeyes wide, mouth slightly open in disbelief.
âAnd then thereâs the public shaming,â he continues, leaning casually against the doorframe with his hands tucked into his pockets already miles deep into his thoughts. âIn fact, the entire allegory of Book III revolves around chastity as a cornerstone of moral virtue. Witch trials in the late 16th and 17th centuries often targeted women who were thought as sexually deviant or independent, framing their âsinsâ as some sort of evidence that they were consorting with the devilââ
He pauses, glancing between you and your friend. âSo yeah⊠considering all that, if youâd âghostedâ a few men back then, they probably wouldâve gone straight to accusations of witchcraft or worse.â
Your friend stares at him, â...Right. Good to know,â she says, blinking slowly.
âBut you know, Edmund Spenser intended The Faerie Queene to be a moral guide for young men,â he adds as an afterthought, realizing heâs just indirectly affirmed your friendâs self-deprecating joke. Spencer shifts awkwardly but canât help himself by continuing, âIt was meant to instil chivalric virtues to shape a model English gentleman. So technically, your interpretation is, um, modern at best.â
Her expressionâequal parts baffled, impressed, maybe even a little scaredâalmost makes you forget how sick you feel.
âSoâŠâ she says after a pause, âIâm guessing youâre Spencer?â
âI am,â he replies simply.
âWell,â she says, drawing the word out, âItâs nice to finally put a face to the name.âÂ
Spencer offers a smile, âLikewise.âÂ
âAnyway⊠Iâm off.â She slings her bag over her shoulder, âEssayâs not gonna write itself. This oneâs 30% by the way. God, I hate Kristoff but Burtonâs a close second for sure.â
You wince at the reminder, the weight of your unfinished work pressing on you. The brief called for at least three secondary sources, and youâve barely scratched the surface.
âFeel better soon, sweetie,â she says, offering you a sympathetic look. You manage a weak smile in return.
âBye Spencer,â she says, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. âTake care of her for me, will ya?â
âWill do,â he says curtly, giving a small wave as you close the door behind her.
A moment later, your phone buzzes. Heâs cute, her text reads. Another follows immediately: And basically a walking Wikipedia.
You start typing a response, but another text pops up before you can send it: Donât dog on us for using ChatGPT now. You huff and click your phone off instead, tossing it aside.Â
Therein lies another source of stress. Spencer is always happy to help you untangle a difficult text or interpret a dense poem, but he draws the line when it comes to your academic work. He never interferes directly. Youâve seen it yourselfâThe first time you handed him your laptop to review an essay, heâd made his comments verbally, pointing at sections on the screen while explaining his critiques in detail, but never actually touching the keyboard. Youâd brought it up during an argument once, after a particularly crushing grade. Your frustration had spilled over: Youâre smarter. You type faster. Why canât you just fix it? But Spencer had only responded with something about âacademic integrityâ and the importance of maintaining the âcode of conduct.â The conversation ended there, and after that, you stopped asking.Â
Even yesterday, when you managed to scrape together 300 words for a draft, youâd handed your laptop to him, and again, he was careful to keep his boundaries. Too drained to make edits in real-time, youâd expectedâmaybe hopedâthat he might step in more directly. Instead, Spencer quietly switched the document to âsuggestingâ mode, marking up your draft with precise yet detached annotations, never infiltrating or overstepping your own words. Spencer Reid is and always will be a stickler for rules. You try to hold yourself to the same standard. You steer clear of AI, no matter how tempting it might be. You know better. Well, that and because Spencer would never let it slide.Â
But now itâs late and the thought of letting some website churn out polished, perfectly phrased sentences for you in seconds has never felt more tempting. The nausea has faded, leaving behind a fever in its place. Spencerâs in the living room, reading. Youâd banished him to the couchâeven the faint sound of pages turning, not to mention the speed at which he reads, was enough to derail your already fragile train of thought. Youâd felt bad of course; heâd made soup for you earlier, fed it to you and everything. But with this essay worth 30% of your grade and your 300 words barely scratching the surface of the 3,000-word requirement, you donât have it in you to be oh-so-sweet and ever-so-grateful. Not right now. Youâve nailed down the introductionâa quick overview of historical context, a sweeping statement on the authorsâ intents. But now, the real challenge looms: The thesis. And youâre utterly stuck.
This essay argues thatâŠÂ thatâŠ
You groan in frustration, flopping back against the pillows. So much for childrenâs literature. Youâd chosen this class thinking itâd be an easy rideâfairy tales and picture books, how hard could it be? Yet here you are, being tasked with dissecting the significance of form and language. Now, the simple language and pretty pictures are anything but your friend, doing nothing to help further your argument. Your head throbs, your mouth feels like sandpaper, and the brilliant points youâd thought of in last weekâs class are nowhere to be found, lost in the haziness of your mind. With a defeated sigh, you peel back the sheets and shuffle out of the bedroom, laptop in hand, every joint aching in protest. Spencer looks up from his book as the rustle of sheets catches his attention. His heart aches slightly when he sees you in the doorway, clutching your laptop and looking every bit as pitiful as you feel. He sets his book to the side.Â
âHowâs it going, honey?â he asks sympathetically, even though he already knows the answer from the state of you.Â
âItâs barely going,â you admit with a yawn, tears prickling at your eyes from the force of it. They only add to your overall air of defeat as you cross the room and crawl into his lap, laptop balanced precariously on the armrest. âBrainâs foggy, canât think straight,â you murmur in incomplete sentences.Â
âFinalized your thesis yet?â he asks again, his voice gentle but patient. You shake your head, sinking deeper into his chestâItâs a silent surrender, as if giving in to the exhaustion and frustration thatâs been building up. Spencer notices, brushing your hair gently away from your face, his hand cool against your hot skin. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. âYouâre burning up, hon,â he says softly, voice full of concern. âWhy donât we get you to bed, take a break for tonight, hm? You can work on this tomorrow.â
Tomorrow. The thought of putting everything off feels like both a relief and a burden. The idea of sleep has never seemed more appealing. But then, the thought of letting this drag on for another dayâof pushing the finish line even further out of your reach fills you with dread. But you know youâre not in any state to be working on anything right now, let alone something worth 30% of your final grade. You know that you canât focus, not when your body feels like itâs ready to give up and when your mind can barely hold onto a coherent thought. âTomorrow, okay?â Spencer prompts again, calm and gentle. You know heâs right, so, despite the gnawing anxiety in the back of your mind, you nod. âOkay.âÂ
Spencer doesnât push, just gives you a small, reassuring smile as he stands. Every movement feels like a chore as he guides you back to bed but the warmth of the blankets and the prospect of rest is more than enough motivation. He tucks you in, his touch comforting and steady. You feel like a weight has been lifted, albeit temporarily. Either way, itâs enough for now. You close your eyes, the thought of picking up where you left off tomorrow seeming almost bearable.Â
You wake to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. It takes a moment for your brain to adjust to the new day, the stress of yesterday not entirely gone. But as you sit up, stretching slowly, mind less hazy and joints less achy, you feel a renewed determination, a flicker of focus that was nowhere to be found last night. Your mind is still whirling with fragments of ideas, half-formed arguments, and theoretical connections when Spencer strolls in with a cup of something warm for you.
âTea.â he announces, handing it to you with a small, triumphant smile. âDecaffeinated.â
You frown, rubbing sleep from your eyes. âNeed coffee.â
âStudies say caffeinated beverages stimulate the colon,â he counters matter-of-factly.
âEww,â you groan, wrinkling your nose at him. âWhyâd you have to say it like that?âÂ
âExactly like that,â he replies without missing a beat, his tone precise and measured. âYouâve just recovered, and everyone knows caffeine is a gastrointestinal irritant.â
You huff, taking the mug from him. âFine, but if I donât finish this essay, itâs on you.â Spencer raises an eyebrow, completely unbothered by your protest. âSomehow, I think youâll survive.â
You grumble under your breath but take a tentative sip of the tea anyway. Itâs not what you wanted, but you canât deny that heâs probably rightâhe usually is. The warmth seeps through the mug into your hands, grounding you just enough to pull your laptop over from the bedside table. Its practically empty screen blinks back up at you, as though itâs been waiting patiently all night. Hi again. Still here. Still empty.Â
Spencer takes a peek at your screen and you canât help but glare half-heartedly at the mug in his hands. Of course, itâs coffee. Heâd get to enjoy caffeine while insisting you couldnât. Typical.
âSo, I was thinkingâŠâ you start, deciding to let the injustice slide for now as you scroll through your document.
âHmm?â He looks up, his gaze meeting yours over the rim of his cup.
âWhat if I say that MacDonaldâs pedagogy was more effective for children because Wattsâs text was too directive. That works, right?â You look up, scanning his face for some form of agreement.
âThatâs hardly arguable honey,â his words land softly, but you still feel your shoulders sag. âItâs an observation.â
"Butâlook at the words they use! It's so different. Here, look at the tone," you insist, nudging your laptop toward him. "There has to be something to be said about that, right?"
Spencer leans in, glancing at your screen before looking back at you. His expression is calm, composed, and maddeningly reasonable. "Wattsâs text was meant to be read as a textbook. Of course itâs directive. You know that."Â
Do you? You think you don't know much at this point. You donât know what you know, and you donât know what you donât know. You groan, dragging your hands down your face as if you could physically scrape the frustration away. Darn you, Isaac Watts. Darn you, pedagogical learning. Darn you, whoever had the audacity to name this course a simple exploration into the history of childrenâs literature.Â
Before you can wallow further, Spencer slides your laptop away. âHow about we brush our teeth before crying over educational theories for children in the 18th century?â he suggests, his voice light. You sigh dramatically, dragging yourself to your feet like itâs some Herculean effort. When you shuffle back from the bathroom, hair slightly damp from washing your face, Spencer has taken over your spot on the bed, laptop resting on his legs as he scrolls through some article. He glances up when you flop down beside him with an exaggerated sigh.
"Feel better?" he asks, the faintest trace of a smirk on his lips.
"Not at all," you grumble. You donât let him know that the brief pause in frustration has given your head just enough space to try again.Â
Itâs been hours, but youâve finally narrowed down your thesis. Itâs not amazingâfar from itâbut itâs something. Itâs arguable, at least. Spencerâs been relegated back to the living room, his presence a vague hum in the background as you attempt to focus. Youâd claimed you worked better in bed, though Spencerâs tried (and failed) to prove with statistics and studies that itâs just a placebo effect, a lie your brain insists on believing.
But right now, none of that matters. You have a thesis and on that note, an essay to begin. Or, at least, the faintest glimmer of one. And thatâs when you hit a wall. Again. You sit cross-legged, laptop perched on your knees as you stare at the cursor, blinking like it knows youâre stuck. You wish it would stop judging you. You drag yourselfâand your laptop thats become an extension of your body at this pointâinto the living room like a child seeking comfort. Spencer barely looks up from his article when you slump into the couch next to him.
âWhat about this?â You straighten your back, determined to sound confident this time, even if you're not sure where you're going with it. âWhat if I say that MacDonaldâs use of fantasy is critical because it creates like, an emotional bridge and that makes it more effective for moral teaching andââ
âWell, yes," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Spencer doesnât even look up from his article. "But thatâs kind of a subpoint, honey.â
You stiffen, irritation rising like bile in your throat. âItâs not a subpoint. Itâs a point.â
He shifts in his seat, eyes flicking up, finally meeting yours. His tone isnât dismissive, but it might as well be. âHow is that significant? What does it build toward?â
You grit your teeth. âUgh, you sound like Kristoff.â You mutter, more to yourself than to him. You know itâs not fair to snap, but your patience is paper thin. You can feel the fever creeping back into your skin, and youâre not sure if it's the heat or the mounting pressure, but suddenly everything feels like a little too much.Â
âFine,â you say, swallowing your frustration, trying again. âWhat if I say that MacDonaldâs narrative style is more progressive because it like, engages the readerâs emotions directly? And thatâs why Wattsâ text feels scarier?â
Spencer pauses. For a moment, you think youâve finally hit something solid, his eyes narrowing just enough to show heâs intrigued. âAnd how are you planning to argue that?â
âWell, um⊠umâI⊠I donât know!â You exhale sharply, throwing your hands up in exasperation. You sink back against the cushions, frustration seeping into your bones. âSomething about how MacDonaldâs vibe is all nice and charming while Watts is all like, âlearn this or elseâ.Â
âSure I guessâŠâ Spencer acknowledges, nodding slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âBut youâll need more than vibes and a strong dislike of Watts to support it sweetheart.â
âGee, thanks,â you say bitterly, rolling your eyes.
He chuckles softly, a sound thatâs too calm, too collected, and somehow that makes it worse. Heâs not wrong, but youâre still pissed off. You take a breath, steeling yourself for the next round of dissection. âOkay, then what if I say that MacDonald lets kids think for themselves, and Watts... doesnât. Because of his moral authority and intellectual agency and whatever.â
Spencerâs eyebrows rise, just a fraction, but itâs enough. You feel a flicker of somethingârelief, maybe? Itâs hard to say. His voice has shifted, just slightly, less detached now, more engaged. âYou can build on that.â
âReally?â you ask, suddenly more hopeful than youâd like to admit.
âReally,â he confirms, leaning back in his chair. But then he tilts his head and furrows his brows in a way that makes you want to throw your laptop at him. âBut youâll need to define those terms and back it up with examples. Otherwise, itâs just a claim.â Of course.Â
âGod, youâre making this so much harder than it needs to be!â you snap, the irritation rising in your throat. âI get it, okay? I need examples. But youâre not even letting me work out a point before you just, I donât know, shit all over it.â Spencerâs eyes widen, and for a second, you almost feel bad for snapping at him.Â
âIâm just trying to help,â he says gently, but there's something in the way he says itâjust a little too patientâthat makes you bristle. You hate how right he always is, how calm he always looks, how much care he always has in his eyes even when youâre acting out.Â
âYouâre trying to help?â you repeat incredulously, shaking your head. âYouâre poking holes in everything!â Even in your feverish haze, you know youâre being cruelâbut you just canât help it. All you can think about is how everything is slipping away, how your thoughts wonât line up, how your head is starting to hurt again. Youâre not even sure if youâre angry at him anymore, or just angry at everything else.Â
Spencer doesnât answer right away. He glances at your screen again, a mess of quotes and bulletpoints. âI just want to make sure itâs solid, honey,â he says finally, his tone softer.
You scoff. âYeah, well, you tore apart whatever solid lead I thought I had after two hours of work in just about five minutes, so thanks for that,â words tumbling out before you can stop them. Spencerâs silence hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, neither of you speak. âJust⊠just let me get through this.âÂ
Spencer sits there for a moment, just enough for you to feel the weight of the tension shift in the room. âIâm not saying you canât get through it. I just want you to get through it right,â he says carefully, his voice quiet but insistent. âThatâs all.â Thereâs no judgment in his voice, just care.
But the heat, the fever, itâs all swirling inside you, and you canât hold it together much longer. âOf course you areâŠâ you mutter bitterly, already regretting everything youâve said. It feels like every step forward just leads you straight into another wall, and youâre just too tired to keep going. Itâs not that you want to push him away or that you donât appreciate his help. Youâre just too irritable, too exhausted. You just want the whole damn essay to be doneâand you wish you didnât need his help to make it happen. You want to yell, to throw something, to demand that the world stop spinning long enough for you to catch your breath. But all that comes out is a hollow, defeated sigh.Â
You feel like you're drowning and you donât want to drag him under with you. âIâm justâŠâ You stop yourself, swallowing hard, trying to gather whatever little strength you have left. âIâm just so tired.âÂ
Spencer looks at you, eyes full of concern, but it doesnât help. You donât want sympathy. You want to be betterâto be able handle all of this. You want to be able to write this damn essay on goddamn childrenâs books without falling apart. And it doesnât help that youâre falling apart in front of Spencer. The same Spencer who can recite verses from Paradise Lost at the drop of a hat. Youâd almost burst into tears the last time he did it after it had taken you an entire week just to decipher and analyze a single chapter with any real confidence. You canât help but feel that pang of inadequacy every time he breezes through something youâve struggled with, even if he doesnât mean to make it look so effortless. You hate yourself for it. You canât find a way to shake the feeling that youâre not doing enough, not good enough. Not for yourself, not for him. You feel the sting of it, itâs pressing on your chest, suffocating.
âI just⊠just feel like I canât keep up with any of it.â You donât say it with any anger, just exhaustion. Itâs not even directed at him anymoreâitâs just the fact that you feel so stuck, so far behind where you should be, where you so badly want to be. âLike I canât keep up with you.âÂ
Oh. Spencer feels his heart sink. Heâs always prided himself on being able to read people. He shouldâve known better. Heâd been so focused on helping, so intent on pushing you to reach the level he knows youâre capable of, the level he knows you want to be atâeven if you keep telling yourself you donât. The fever, the deadlines, the constant pushingâhe shouldâve known that it was all too much.Â
âYou donât have to keep up with me honey, Iâm right here with you,â he says, trying to get you to look up at him. You canât meet his gaze. You feel guilty for snapping, for letting the frustration slip out, but youâre not rational enough right now to pull yourself out from this spiral of self-pity. Itâs easier to stay here, in the anger, the frustration, than to face the embarrassment of it all.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says quietly, his voice tinged with regret. âI didnât mean to make things harder for you.â Spencer takes your hand, cautiously, testing the waters. He knows you donât exactly want to be touched right now. He knows it makes you feel coddled. He pauses, waiting for your reaction. When you donât push him away, he gains the confidence to cradle your face gently. You donât resist, your tired eyes meeting his, heavy with sadness and Spencer thinks he can actually feel his heart break.
âYouâre doing just fine sweetheart. Youâre not falling behind. Youâre just stressed. And sick.â He knows youâre feeling fragile, like any comfort might smother you so he threads forward lightly. âThis essay? Youâll get it done. I promise.â It sounds right, and yet it doesnât really help. It doesnât stop the doubt thatâs eating at you, the sense that youâre just not measuring up to everything you want to be. You feel like youâre barely treading water, no matter how hard you swim, the shore never gets any closer.
But for now, Spencerâs words are enough to quiet the panicâa buoy in your sea of sadness threatening to pull you under. You cling to it, knowing youâll have to start swimming again soon. But for this moment, you allow yourself to stop. A beat. A pause. A breathâJust for now.
Itâs only the next day that you manage to get the words on the page, not in any smooth, brilliant way, but theyâre there. The sentences form, sometimes haltingly, sometimes with more confidence, until the essay is painfully but finally done. Not perfect, but itâs done. Relief washes over you, even as exhaustion lingers.Â
The moment you hear the front door open, you practically leap up, laptop in hand, meeting Spencer before he can even take his shoes off. He raises an eyebrow, setting his bag down as you both settle onto the couch. Without a word, you hand over the laptop, nerves bubbling beneath the surface. You wait with bated breath as he begins to scroll, your laborious effort displayed in black and white. The sound of the touchpad clicking feels louder than it should in the quiet room. He asks a few questions, here and thereâclarifications, mostly. Questions you answer with ease, surprising even yourself with the confidence in your responses. He nods along, his expression thoughtful, but not critical. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Spencer looks up, eyes bright, a proud smile on his face. âIt looks great, honey. You did a really good job.âÂ
You canât help the grin that spreads across your face at his praise. âReally?â Spencer leans in, cupping your cheek gently, and presses a soft kiss to your lips. âReally.â When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours for a moment, his hand still cradling your cheek. âYou worked so hard on this,â he murmurs. âSo proud of you.â
Your chest tightens, but in a good way, and you canât stop yourself from leaning forward to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the comfort he always seems to bring. âNow," he pulls away just enough to smirk, "can I have my bedroom back, or should I just start setting up camp on the couch?â You laugh, rolling your eyes, but itâs full of affection. âDonât even start.â Spencer chuckles, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you closer, the tension of yesterday long forgotten.
When you get your paper back, you flip through the pages, one after the other, looking for the feedback, waiting for the corrections, the marks that tell you where you inevitably went wrong.
Next page. Next page. Next page.
And then, there it is. On the last page, in a definitive red circle, unmistakable: A.
Itâs an A.Â
A goddamn A.
It doesnât feel like a one-time fluke, not exactly, but you canât shake the thought that this might be the only time you break through the glass ceiling youâve spent so long looking up at. And who knows, maybe youâll never push past it again. But for now, you allow yourself to relish in this singular moment of triumph. Itâs enough. Itâs more than enough.Â
Because now you know that the other side is real, and that you can get there. But Spencer, the genius, the enigma, whoâs always been a step ahead of everyone in everything academic, has always known.
And while everyone knows that an A in an essay thatâs only a partial percentage of your overall grade isnât anything compared to what heâs achieved, nothing compared to the academic milestones heâs already crossedâStill, heâs here, celebrating with you. You can see it in his eyes, even if he knows youâre not one to make a big deal of these kinds of things. His quiet joy is evident in the way he grins that little grin of his, the one thatâs only for you.Â
So, in summary, in essence, in all the words and ways you could possibly use to phrase a conclusionâYou love your boyfriend. Truly, you do. After all, who else would read through your entire syllabus for the semester (frustratingly quickly), just because he knows you understand better when you can talk things out? Who else would patiently stick around, exiled to the couch in their own home, while youâre exhausted, irritable, and buried in deadlines? Nobody else ever cared enough to try. Spencerâs mindâthough brilliant and boundlessâisnât the only reason why you fell for him.Â
Because when the world feels too heavy, when the never ending lines of poetry and prose become too difficult to untangle by yourself, Spencerâs there reminding youâever so gently, ever so steadilyâthat you can make it through, one word at a time.
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Headcannon: Sebastian takes care of people
Tags: fluff, kinda low self esteem, kinda unhealthy codependency, short read had to get it out of my head
He takes care of strangers
Like silly little first years lost in the moving stairs, albeit with a frown and a sharp lecture about the dangers of walking around the castle and being too prideful to carry a map when they could barely locate their dorm rooms, firmly putting a quick end to older students' teasing when their jokes cross a line, and even ending up as the reluctant volunteer tutor (live training dummy) for Defense Against the Dark Arts after Professor Hecat assigned him the role to complete his detention.
This, in turn, makes him surprisingly popular with the kids to his bewilderment as they gravitate toward their grumpy but reliable senior.
"Have a good day, Sebastian!"
Both of you frown in confusion at the gaggle of cheerful first-year Hufflepuffs who eagerly greet him as you pass the halls. One even waved at him before they turned into a corner.
"What was that?"
He shrugs. "Hell if I know."
He takes care of his friends
"Amitt! Watch out!"
The Ravenclaw could barely turn to the familiar booming voice before he was shoved to the ground.
"Hey! You aren't allowed in the field!"
"Are you alright, Amitt?" He realizes the concerned voice of his friend, Sebastian, brought him out of his stupor. And in his hand is the bludger that nearly had an intimate interaction with the back of his head.
"Oh! Sebastian! Many thanks! I didn't know Slytherin practices ran this late. I was on my way to the top of the bleachers -- the best views of the summer night sky, I tell you."
"Thakkar, you don't have permission to be here!"
Sebastian rolls his eyes, feeling Amitt's anxiety rising as Slytherin quidditch players land one after another, looming over him. "Back off, all of you. He nearly got hurt. I'll handle it."
"But --"
"My apologies everyone! I truly meant no harm --"
"The captain's right, Sallow. Who knows if those Ravenclaws are using this nerd over here to spy on us --"
"I said back off, Thorncrest," Sebastian turned his back on Amitt to face all of his teammates, daring any of them to take another step. "The next time you ignore my orders, I'll stop using words since they can't seem to penetrate through your skull. So you either learn to play nice or I won't let it pass that it was because of your subpar performance that a bludger almost hit my friend."
Sebastian and the other Slytherin student glared at each other until Imelda smacked Thorncrest's head, cutting through the tension. "Listen to your Vice-Captain," he turns to Sebastian with a nod. "I'll take care of him, you get Thakkar out of here."
Sebastian nodded back at Imelda, ensuring everyone was back in the skies before turning to a guilty-looking Amitt.
"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I did not think I would cause such a disturbance."
Sebastian just waved him off with a friendly chuckle and a comforting hand on his shoulder. Amitt can't believe his fellow Ravenclaws don't believe him when he tells them Sebastian is a warm person, laughing to his face was just quite rude. To be fair, they could barely believe they were friends at all. "Don't worry about it, athletes are assholes during Quidditch season."
He looked sheepish, "Can I still go up the bleachers?"
Despite his subdued character, Sebastian can see that Amitt has all the determination in the world when it comes to achieving the things that interest him the most. Maybe that's why he liked the Ravenclaw boy so much. "Yeah, go ahead, Amitt. Just don't let any prefect see you."
"Ah! Thank you, my friend! I shall be as quiet as a mouse!"
Sebastian waved as Amitt haphazardly said his goodbyes.
"If anybody bothers you tell them to talk to me!"
He takes care of Ominis
Despite his great interest in the dark arts and his pure-blooded status, Sebastian will take any and every opportunity to fight Ominis' family. He hates them simply because they hurt his friend, which is unforgivable in his eyes. He had every opportunity to get in their good graces but he blew all of that to pieces when he got in a crude fight with the eldest son of the Gaunts the moment he called Ominis a 'useless cripple'.
From then on, Sebastian has been banned from the Gaunt's estate indefinitely.
"Yeah, they better fucking ban me or I'll burn that haunted house to the ground and lock that prick inside of it."
Despite himself and his pacifistic tendencies, Ominis couldn't but scoff out a laugh while Sebastian nursed a bloody lip, glaring at the gates of the manor as it closed on them. "You didn't need to do that."
"I don't think I did enough," he sneers, blood boiling at the fact that Ominis seemed used to their cruel words. Not wanting to fester on their cruel treatment, he throws his hands across Ominis' shoulders. "Who the hell wants to spend Christmas there anyway? Feldcroft is way more cozy."
Ominis smiled, patting Sebastian's back, the closest 'thank you' he could show now that he knew he had found a true friend. "You're right," He thinks of Anne, Solomon's bland stew, and the blinking lights of the Sallow home.
"Are you alright?" And Sebastian -- kind, true, painfully loyal. His first friend.
Ominis nods.
"Let's go home."
He takes care of his family.
Even though Anne no longer communicates with him after 'the incident' Sebastian still religiously sends letters to Beauxbatons Academy along with whatever trinkets he finds that remind him of her. And even though he detested Solomon and barely felt bad about his death, he still made a point to clean his grave, knowing the old man didn't like it when things were messy, and even emptied his favorite whiskey on his birthday.
"Seb?"
He blinks as you slip your hands into his. He squeezes it, letting the heat on your skin ground him as the two of you stare at the gravestone. Just as remorseful guilt creeps into your heart, he cuts it off. "I don't regret it, you know," he mutters firmly. "He almost ... he was hurting Anne. He was going to hurt you."
You nod, leaning your forehead on his shoulders, trying to comfort him through his quiet struggles knowing words or pieces of advice won't help.
"But I know he did his best. It wasn't enough but it was his best," he empties the other half of the whiskey on the grave, and his grip on you tightens. "I owe him this much."
He takes care of you.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Sebastian flinches awake at the recent memory, his breath shaky as he looks around the dim light of the Room of Requirement.
He did what he had to do, he knows this. Solomon has been eaten up by his own anger, if he didn't stop him ... Merlin knows what would've happened.
If the three of you had gotten out of that fight alive, with your participation in his insipid plans, it wasn't unlikely that Solomon would ship you off to Azkaban with him. That can't happen, he dragged you into that hellhole, he had to get you out of there unscathed.
No matter how high the cost.
"S-Sebastian?"
He sits up from the couch, surprised to see you awake on the open door that leads to your personalized bedroom. The two of you had holed up in your safe haven after the events of the night but it would seem rest evaded the two of you.
"I can't ..." you sigh shakily, biting your lips. "I can't sleep. I'm scared."
As if your fear had overpowered his own, he swiftly set aside the last traces of his fear and guilt, extending his hands, which you eagerly took. Sebastian pulls you in his lap, preceding any thought of impropriety as he curls himself around you, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck while he covers the two of you in your blanket.
"It's all going to be all right," he promises, pressing his lips on the crown of your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you."
And takes care of you.
"Hey, Sebastian is waiting for you in the common room."
"Sallow said he'll pick you up after class."
"She's not coming, Sebastian's got her."
"Your hound is here."
You turned with a frown from Imelda to what she was staring at with a mischievous grin and by the door stood Sebastian, smiling when your eyes met.
"I --"
"-- have to go," Imelda playfully rolled her eyes. You gave her a smile as you gathered your books.
"Same time next week?"
"Maybe let's hide somewhere your hound can't sniff you up?"
"Get your own witch, Reyes," a deep voice from behind proved her point. Sebastian grabbed your book and satchel from your hands, hooking it on one arm, and the other gently offered his free hand to yours. "This one's mine."
And wants to take care of you forever.
"You should marry me."
Your next step faltered as you turned to Sebastian on the shore of the Black Lake, the setting sun illuminating his face and the vulnerability and determination written across it.
"W-What?"
"I've thought about it," he swallows, walking closer until he is right in front of you, the cold shallow water above your ankles a welcome reprieve from your burning body at such an announcement. "I've thought about letting you go, letting you find someone better than me. "
"Sebastian --"
"But I figured that I'm a selfish man. I always have been. And I want you more than anything else," you shudder at his fervor. "I love you more than anything else in this world."
Gently, as he always does, he took your hand, placing it on his warm cheek. "I can't offer much, I know, but I ... I will make you the sun my world will revolve on."
He presses a kiss at your palm, a warm tear falls from your eyes.
"Marry me," he begs. "Let me be the one to make you happy."
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Saw a post about Mushang and it's similarities to Liushen, then thought about how interesting it would be to have those in the same fic â then I went down a rabbit hole that included Mobing and Gongzhi (for some reason?)
so... here's this plotbunny, it's really fucking long though, sorry!
(oops, it posted before I finished, sorry about that, it's fixed now!)
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Shang Qinghua knew, theoretically, that his death would be at the hands of Mobei-jun. He knew that when he saved him, he knew that all these years of serving him, but... it's finally sunk in. That Mobei-jun is going to kill him. That the bruises and frostbite and broken bones are all leading up to his death. He wraps another cut and thinks, somewhat deliriously... that maybe he should've killed Mobei-jun on that mission.
Shen Qingqiu knew his fate â the fate of the Scum Villain. He knew that any goodwill he'd built up was destroyed the moment he pushed Luo Binghe into the Abyss. Knows that all those years of treating him well, only to betray him, may have actually made the situation worse. He thinks back on that day, suddenly realizing that he probably could've made it look like an accident â he could've had Binghe "accidentally" pushed into the Abyss during the chaos, could've faked a Without-A-Cure flare up to excuse his lack of rescue. Maybe, if he'd done that, Binghe would've had mercy.
Their weekly meetings become stilted, their tea goes cold, their snacks uneaten. They don't argue about Airplane's terrible writing, they don't even reminisce over AC or the internet. The air is filled with unease, polluting each of their peaks... until they both snap. They confide in each other, cursing the System, cursing their choices, and try to plan â to dig themselves out of these holes they've dug. The clock is ticking for Binghe's return. Shang Qinghua's wounds are getting worse â he doesn't know if his death will be expedited or delayed at this rate.
And so, they argue and plan and eventually come to a few conclusions...
Shang Qinghua needs the protection of the sect. Needs to confess and beg for Yue Qingyuan's protection as he abandons Mobei-jun. Needs the protection of someone Mobei-jun had no chance of defeating.
Shen Qingqiu, likewise, needs protection â but it's written that Luo Binghe cannot lose, not to anyone in the sect... no one, except for Liu Qingge, who didn't live long enough to fight him, who didn't have a single canonical fight for the world to measure him against. The War God. The one person that wasn't bound by the narrative.
They decide to deal with Shang Qinghua first â Binghe isn't scheduled to leave the Abyss for years, after all. Mobei-jun, however, is a current threat. Every meeting leaves Shang Qinghua with more and more injuries, injuries that the original goods never had to deal with. They don't know if this Mobei-jun is going to follow PIDW's timeline. They don't know how long it'll take before he beats Shang Qinghua to a bloody pulp. After some arguing, it's agreed to come clean to Mu Qingfang first â to test the waters. He's been treating all of Shang Qinghua's wounds since they were disciples, and he'd be good back up if Yue Qingyuan didn't immediately cave to Shen Qingqiu's demands. Of course, Shang Qinghua wouldn't tell the complete truth â no one needed to know that Shang Qinghua spared Mobei-jun because he was hot â but he wouldn't alter the story too much. Better to keep to small lies, easy to keep consistent.
If it goes poorly... they'll just run. They'll abandon the friends and family they've found here, and they'll use whatever plot devices they can find to disguise themselves. The only reason it's not Plan A is because Mobei-jun knows Shang Qinghua's qi signature, and the only artifacts they know that can change qi signatures are... annoying to acquire and dangerous to use.
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Mu Qingfang isn't surprised when Shang-shixiong shows up with various injuries, absolutely covered in demonic qi. It's routine at this point to sit him down, perform a check up, and ask questions he knows won't be answered. So he does. He heals the cuts and bruises, sets and heals the bones, and does his best to calm the eternally-stressed qi lest his shixiong have a deviation. He asks how this happened, expecting the usual evasive answer (hating that his shixiong is being abused while he does nothing but fix the aftermath), and...
and Shang Qinghua answers.
His shixiong, after yearsâ decades of asking, stutters out an explanation. That he's been a spy for Mobei-jun since that mission where he was the only survivor. That he did it because he was scared, that by the time he was powerful enough to do anything about it, Mobei-jun was a king, and it would probably start a war if he killed him. He says Mobei-jun's been hurting him more often, that he's terrified he's going to die, and Mu Qingfang carefully soothes his shixiong's qi as tears start to fall and he stutters out his plan to team up with Shen-shixiong to tell Zhangmen-shixiong, to beg for forgiveness â for protection, even if it means sitting in a prison cell. He just doesn't want to die.
And in the face of his sobbing shixiong, constantly over-worked and terrified, Mu Qingfang promises to help. Because what else can he do? Turn his back on the shixiong he's been watching slowly fall apart over the decades? The shixiong he's watched go from introverted to downright anxious â the shixiong he's had to pick up and put back together with increasing frequency. Even if he hadn't come clean, Mu Qingfang would've had to have done something soon, with the way the injuries were increasing in severity. He's just glad Shang-shixiong told him first, so they could approach the sect leader together. It wouldn't have been good for his shixiong's stress levels if he'd demanded the sect leader interrogate him to figure out what was going on.
So, the two meet up with Shen Qingqiu and demand a meeting with Yue Qingyuan, who, as always, immediately makes time for Shen-shixiong. Shang Qinghua stutters through his story again, Mu Qingfang regulating his qi, and Shen Qingqiu bringing out a particular icy glare whenever Yue Qingyuan looks like he's going to interrupt. Zhangmen-shixiong's face is carefully blank by the time Shang Qinghua finishes speaking, at which point, Mu Qingfang decides to speak up.
He tells Zhangmen-shixiong of the countless injuries over the decades, of his certainty of their demonic origin, even during that first meeting. He tells the sect leader that if Shang Qinghua is going to be punished for protecting himself, for preventing a war, then he'll need to punish Mu Qingfang too. As a head disciple, he should've reported any suspicious injuries to his shizun, as a Peak Lord, he should've immediately informed Zhangmen-shixiong of Shang Qinghua's continuous injuries and of their suspiciously demonic origin. He says that he has even less of an excuse than Shang Qinghua, who was genuinely afraid for his life and the well-being of his sect. Mu Qingfang simply didn't want to make the situation worse for him, ignoring all rules and expectations that would've had the situation cleared up sooner.
Shen Qingqiu, clearly approving of Mu Qingfang's ardent defense, decides to continue, stating that the sect hasn't experienced an increase in failed missions or other sabotage. He explains that, clearly, Shang Qinghua had been doing his best to protect the sect, even under such strenuous circumstances. He sees no reason to be harsh towards someone who'd been a child when it started, and who was so thoroughly terrified that he only approached Shen Qingqiu, as a friend, because he could see he'd end up dead sooner or later due to the beatings.
Yue Qingyuan lets them all say their piece, and sighs. He sees Shang Qinghua's terror, and he understands both Mu Qingfang and Shen Qingqiu's arguments. He says that this was a breach of trust, that ordinarily this would call for execution, but... Shang Qinghua has not caused harm to the sect, and had he continued, the only harm would've been to himself. As long as Mu Qingfang and Shen Qingqiu are willing to bear the consequences, Yue Qingyuan will allow this to be swept under the rug, never spoken of again.
Mu Qingfang and Shen Qingqiu are quick to agree, and Shang Qinghua's punishment is to update the sect's defense arrays... left unsaid was the expectation that Mobei-jun never be able to enter the sect again. And so, the matter is dealt with, and Shang-shixiong looks like he's had the weight of the world lifted off him once the arrays are complete.
So long as he doesn't leave the sect without a qi-cloaking artifact (courtesy of the Artifact Peak), he'll be safe. Mu Qingfang feels... thrilled, to know his shixiong won't have to suffer anymore.
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Liu Qingge notices Shen Qingqiu's nerves as he cleanses his meridians. It's an unexpected change of pace, given the dour mood the man's been in for... months, at this point. The session finishes in silence, but there's an air of anticipation that has Liu Qingge... loitering, just a bit.
Eventually, Shen Qingqiu lets out a sigh, pours him tea, and starts to talk â quietly, as if ashamed of his words. He shares that, during the chaos at the end of the Immortal Alliance Concerence, his prized disciple broke a seal. It had been placed on him at birth, presumably by one of his parents, and revealed him to be a heavenly demon. He explains that he panicked at the sight of the seal, understanding what it meant, but his disciple looked just as shocked as him. He understood that his disciple was a demon, that he clearly didn't know that fact, and given the presence of multiple sects and the ongoing catastrophe... his disciple would die, if anyone else stumbled upon him.
Liu Qingge listens, as Shen Qingqiu shares that he pushed his own disciple into the Endless Abyss. His grief makes more sense now, Liu Qingge thinks. It's not just the grief of a teacher losing their favorite student, it's also the guilt of pushing that student into danger, even if it's to protect them. Even he would've hesitated to cut down the disciple, if he'd formed such a bond and the child clearly had no idea what was going on.
They continue sitting in silence, and Liu Qingge is almost ready to leave, before Shen Qingqiu speaks up again. He explains that Luo Binghe was a heavenly demon, and the last one â presumably his father â required the collaboration of multiple sects to seal away. There's a chance that Luo Binghe will survive the Abyss, and escape it.
There's a muted fear in Shen Qingqiu's eyes, as he states there's a chance Luo Binghe will hunt him down. That, given a demon's propensity for overreactions, he may take the entire sect with him. It wasn't like he explained his reasoning, when he pushed the child into the Abyss. All he'd know is that his caring shizun saw he was a demon and immediately pushed him into hell.
And Liu Qingge can understand that fear. Heavenly Demons were strong, too strong for even him to be confident in facing them alone. Even if this one was a child, if it managed to escape the Abyss... it would be too strong for Shen Qingqiu to survive. There's an obvious solution then: train until Shen Qingqiu is strong enough to at least run away.
He says that they'll go on hunts together, so Shen Qingqiu can fight those beasts he knows so much about, to get in practice as they look for any artifact that might help him. He says they'll spar, and he'll even let him face the Bai Zhan disciples for variety. Shen Qingqiu is... reluctant, but quickly realizes that it's probably his best option. With the condition that they return to the sect at least once a month to check on his disciples, he agrees to Liu Qingge's proposal.
They'll both train, and Liu Qingge won't let him out of sight for even a moment â not with a heavenly demon after his head.
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The months afterwards are... peaceful.
An Ding grows used to the sight of Mu Qingfang, who arrives just before dawn every morning to share breakfast with Shang Qinghua before they must start work. They do each other's hair and gossip, sharing whatever happened the day before as they get ready. Without the constant fear, and with Mu Qingfang's help taming his curls (as the only other one in the sect with curly hair), the sect slowly comes to realize that Shang Qinghua is a total knockout, actually, it was just hidden behind frizzy hair, eyebags, and his constant terrified hunching.
There are still bad days, of course, where Mu Qingfang has to insist he delegate his work to his head disciple, or where Shang Qinghua ends up on Qian Cao in the middle of the night having a panic attack, but... they're growing rarer as time passes. Qian Cao learns to turn their heads when Shang Qinghua arrives with an early shipment or unexpected, expensive goods. They learn to mind their business when they see him comfort their Shizun after a particularly challenging day.
It doesn't really surprise anyone when they start courting. The only surprise is that Shang Qinghua is the one that started it, but even that is less shocking now than it would've been the year before. An Ding is happy that their shifu finally looks safe and healthy (he actually stops working at a reasonable hour now, even if it is still after sunset), and Qian Cao is glad their shizun has someone of his own to vent to (given the stress of his job and the various struggles that come with it).
As for Qing Jing, they're absolutely thrilled that their shizun isn't moping anymore. The loss of Binghe hit them hard too, but seeing Shen Qingqiu make the effort to go on hunts made it easier for them to move on too. They miss him, when he's gone, but he always returns with treats from various villages, and a week's worth of stories and lessons to impart. He's even compiled his own bestiary! Ning Yingying has taken to giving Liu Qingge sweets as a thank you for helping her shizun, and Ming Fan grows more comfortable in his old role as head disciple, with how his shizun actually sees him and compliments him, rather than missing Binghe. The Bamboo House is still... a very hard place to be. Without Shizun, it's empty, and even with his recovery, the vacant room seems to bring back his grief.
Seeing this, Qing Jing is both relieved and absolutely pissed when Liu Qingge offers up his spare room instead. Shen Qingqiu accepts, and it's become common for him to join the Bai Zhan disciples in their morning exercises before returning to teach on Qing Jing. They are, understandably, absolutely pumped to have another Peak Lord around to fight (on top of their own being around more often! Shifu teaches them more! And is he getting better at it? What miracles!)
They settle into a routine, and, though it takes an unexpectedly long time, they announce their courting to Yue Qingyuan, who looks both heartbroken and extremely happy for them. Qing Jing gives Liu Qingge a surprisingly scary shovel talk (though he's mostly amused, he respects their dedication), but are overall very happy that their shizun is happy. Bai Zhan is just cheering that another Peak Lord has basically taken up permanent residence, since Shen Qingqiu stays in Liu Qingge's house rather than the bamboo house. They enjoy the unique challenge he gives, and some of the braver ones tell their shifu that he better treat him right or they'll try to take him for themselves (he went particularly hard on them after that, but they had zero regrets â Shen-shibo is a catch after all!)
Meanwhile, Mobei-jun is... frustrated and heartbroken. He can no longer enter Cang Qiong Sect, and he can no longer find Shang Qinghua's qi signature. He doesn't know why â was Shang Qinghua caught? Is he dead? Why else would he just... randomly leave? He's stuck with Mobei-jun for decades, why would he leave now? What was the catalyst? Was he truly so uncomfortable with Mobei-jun's courting? Why wouldn't he just say so!?
The questions leave him angry and frustrated, with no way to get answers. It's only after he enters Luo Binghe's service (an embarrassing loss â would he have done better with Qinghua's advice?) that he finally gets... something of an answer. A potential explanation.
Luo Binghe has no friends in the demon realm, trusts absolutely no one, but he's still a kind person. When he sees that Mobei-jun is frustrated, all it takes is that curly haired boy (a face so similar to Qinghua's) asking for all the questions to come spilling out. Whether it takes hours or minutes, Mobei-jun doesn't know, all he remembers is the lesson from that conversation:
Humans court differently. Constant physical bombardment is known as abuse.
And Mobei-jun is sick.
He hurt Qinghua. He drove away the one man that stuck with him through everything, just because he couldn't be bothered to double check that his courting would be understood. According to Luo Binghe... it was a miracle Shang Qinghua hadn't left sooner. And the worst part? Mobei-jun can't right this wrong. He can't explain himself. Because Cang Qiong has new wards, and Shang Qinghua has figured out how to make himself thoroughly disappear, even though Mobei-jun does receive word when the Peak Lord is spotted during a trade deal. He can't get Qinghua back. There's nothing he can do.
So he stays by Luo Binghe's side. His curly hair, his similar face... these days, Mobei-jun curses himself for not digging into Shang Qinghua's history. For this boy is an orphan, a street rat, and now it would be near impossible to find out his true relation to Shang Qinghua, given that no one knew which humans Tianlang-jun had bed. It doesn't truly matter, whether he is a cousin, brother, or nephew, Mobei-jun will right his wrongs through Shang Qinghua's kin, unable to reach the man himself.
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When Luo Binghe leaves the Demon Realm, he goes to Huan Hua, and things progress pretty much as they did in canon, with Shen Qingqiu running, absolutely fucking terrified, being force fed blood, and agreeing to be held in the Water Prison to avoid blowback on the sect. Only difference is that Liu Qingge tried to kill LBH, which almost caused an incident with Huan Hua, because no one believed he was a demon. In the water prison, Luo Binghe sees... a ring. He knows his shizun never wore that before, so he asks about it. Not wanting to put Liu Qingge in even more danger, Shen Qingqiu stays silent.
Gongyi Xiao helps Shen Qingqiu escape, and things continue to progress. When Liu Qingge squares up to fight Luo Binghe, he notices him wearing a ring, threaded onto a necklace, and so similar to Shen Qingqiu's. It doesn't take him long to process the fact that his beloved shizun is... already taken.
By Liu fucking Qingge.
He's thoroughly pissed off, he goes to attack, but pauses when he sees his shizun grip Liu-shishu tightly, shaking like a leaf. He looks like he's preparing to take his husband and run. The thought is... off-putting. Because Liu Qingge is the War God of Bai Zhan Peak. Why doesn't Shizun have faith in the man he married?
So he asks.
And Shen Qingqiu doesn't answer.
Liu Qingge still hasn't relaxed, ready to attack at any moment, and Luo Binghe is running out of patience.
"If Shizun finds this demon despicable enough to throw into the Abyss, he should let his husband kill it."
"That's not why he did it."
Liu Qingge's words throw him off balance. He expected the man to be shocked, hearing that his loving husband had done such a thing (maybe cause a rift in their relationship), he expected, maybe, to be attacked for being so disrespectful.
Liu Qingge then explains, because Shen Qingqiu is terrified into silence.
And Luo Binghe is crushed. Shizun threw him into the Abyss... to save him? Shizun was scared for his safety?
And suddenly Luo Binghe feels sick, when he remembers what he's done. How he hurt Shizun, who was too scared to answer. Who just wanted to protect him, only to realize later that he wasn't thinking straight â that his words were twisted in his effort to get Luo Binghe into the safest place possible in that moment: the Endless Abyss. The shizun that believed in his capabilities enough to be afraid that he'd come seeking revenge.
The fight drains out of him, Liu Qingge doesn't relax, but Shen Qingqiu behind him looks just the slightest bit more curious than terrified. Luo Binghe pulls out a note, written from Mobei-jun to Shang Qinghua, and drops it onto the roof. "This disciple apologizes to Shizun. Please ensure this message gets to Shang-shishu." He uses Xin Mo to teleport to a different roof, staying just long enough to see Liu Qingge hand the note to Shen Qingqiu, who collapsed bonelessly into his side.
He goes to the Northern Desert, rather than the Southern Kingdom. He arrives in the sitting area of Mobei-jun's quarters, and plops himself into a seat. He thinks, and thinks, and he's feeling absolutely awful by the time Mobei-jun arrives. He takes one look at Luo Binghe's disheveled state, and takes the seat next to him.
They talk.
Mobei-jun is a surprisingly comforting presence. He'd always listened and offered advice, but Luo Binghe didn't think he'd have the patience for talking him through... whatever the hell this is. Heartbreak? He isn't sure.
It helps though, and Luo Binghe feels much lighter. Mobei-jun had already promised to never darken Cang Qiong's doorstep, to never go anywhere near Shang Qinghua again, after what he'd done... Luo Binghe would just have to do the same. Even if all he wanted was to go back to Qing Jing, to his room in the Bamboo House... but Shizun is married now, there's no way he'd allow Luo Binghe to stay there permanently.
So he just... stays in the Demon Realm. He's an emperor now, surely Shizun wouldn't want him neglecting that duty? And even if he would've liked Shizun's advice... Mobei-jun would have to do. He had experience, and he's been nothing but helpful. Decision made, Luo Binghe embraces his status as the Demon Emperor, and gives it his full attention.
Without him, Shen Qingqiu's trial falls apart, even as the Palace Master accuses Liu Qingge of killing Luo Binghe. There's not enough concrete evidence for Shen Qingqiu's crimes, and the character defenses from the sect and his husband all speak louder than Qiu Haitang's slander. Even if Liu Qingge was in extremely hot water with Huan Hua, they couldn't prove he'd done anything either.
Shen Qingqiu delivers Mobei-jun's note to Mu Qingfang, asking him to be there when Shang Qinghua read it, because who knew what was in it. He agrees, and they read it as soon as possible, to get it over with.
It's an apology, with an explanation of their different cultures and a promise to never bother him again. It's a promise to right his wrongs through Luo Binghe, who he assumes to be related to Shang Qinghua through the boy's mother. It's short and blunt, and Shang Qinghua is... conflicted. He loves Mu Qingfang, and honestly, couldn't even dream of a life without him, but... Mobei-jun was his dream man. Thinking like that... perhaps it was for the best that they didn't end up together. The reality could never live up to the expectation.
More importantly, is him remembering his half-sister in this life: Xi-jie. Who had suddenly cut contact with him completely, and who he'd never managed to track down afterwards, not having known her full name. Shang Qinghua is crushed, to realize the protagonist was that close to being given a better life. Had Su Xiyan managed to contact him at any point, he would've taken her son in in a heartbeat. Mu Qingfang consoles him, and they decide, jointly, that it was for the best if he didn't pursue that relationship. Not with Mobei-jun promising to stick by the boy, and not with the way he'd treated Shen Qingqiu.
And everyone just... moves on with their lives.
Mu Qingfang and Shang Qinghua are happy together; they have three kids that get absolutely spoiled by their disciples, and they take care of each other, ensuring neither overworks too severely. Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu, without the threat of Binghe's return hanging over them, relax more. They enjoy peaceful days with the Qing Jing disciples, they have fun jointly beating up the Bai Zhan disciples and teaching them new moves, and their hunts aren't nearly as battle-focused as they were before, giving Shen Qingqiu a chance to study the beasts rather than immediately going to fight them.
Luo Binghe and Mobei-jun are rarely apart and treat each other as equals in all things. They value the other's advice when implementing policies, and they will each jump to the other's defense, whether it be physically or through words. It surprises absolutely no one when their affair is found out â at first a convenient way to control Xin Mo, eventually morphing into a proper relationship. They're the rulers of the demon realm, they need not abide by the rules, but... Luo Binghe enjoys planning the wedding, and Mobei-jun can't deny him that, even if it meant dealing with the paperwork of technically merging the two kingdoms but also not. Their broken hearts have long been mended by each other, and it's no surprise when they have six children, close-knit and loving, like the family they wished they'd had sooner.
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Tianlang-jun rotted away, despite Zhuzhi-lang's best efforts. His last act was to give Zhuzhi-lang enough energy to sustain his human form indefinitely. He is purposeless, and alone, and he sits beside his uncle's corpse for far longer than he should have. There's nothing left for him, not with his uncle gone.
So he exits the cave, and he sits under a tree, out in the open. He is very clearly a demon within Huan Hua territory, so it wouldn't take long for a cultivator to stumble upon him and put him out of his misery. Sure enough, in the middle of his patrol, Gongyi Xiao sees a snake demon just... sitting there. He doesn't look hostile, nor does he look like he's going to move.
He also just... looks kinda pathetic.
So, Gongyi Xiao makes a decision. He can't, in good conscience, leave it there. If he does, and it attacks someone, that's his fault. He also can't just kill it if it's not even doing anything. So he decides to... initiate conversation.
It takes a while for Zhuzhi-lang to bother properly responding, but once he does, they get along quite well. He shares stories about his and his uncle's journies through the human realm, reminiscing as he starts to process his grief. Gongyi Xiao decides, maybe this demon isn't that bad actually, and before they know it, it's sun down and Gongyi Xiao is very late.
They meet daily, with Gongyi Xiao taking on more patrols than usual to make sure his demon is doing alright. Eventually, though, pieces of Zhuzhi-lang's story start to... click. They conflict with things he's been told by his shizun. Maybe Zhuzhi-lang is misremembering in his grief, but... he's concerned enough to start investigating on his own.
He finds a lot of dirt on the Old Palace Master, most of it completely unrelated to Su Xiyan, which is what he was actually trying to investigate. Eventually, he grows so disgusted with the sheer amount of crimes the old man has committed that he decides to just... start a coup. He's well-liked, so it's easy enough to get people on his side â it's even easier when he starts spreading rumors and has all of the man's misdeeds printed into a fairly popular book (more than a few publishing houses were burned down because of it, oops). He didn't... intend to replace the old man, but that's what happened and, hey, now he can bring his demon home and no one can fight him over it, yes sect leaders, he's perfectly sane, thank you.
Zhuzhi-lang learns that he's just as attracted to competence and beauty as Tianlang-jun, he just prefers his with a side of kindness rather than tsundere. He also finds it incredibly funny that everyone just... pointedly ignores his presence. A demon he may be, but their sect leader wanted him there, so there he would stay. The whole scenario brings to mind the forbidden romances his uncle loved to read about. As he settles in, watching Gongyi Xiao overhaul Huan Hua Palace and all its greedy rules, he thinks his uncle would want to see how this story ends.
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AND THAT'S IT! My wrists hurt and i accidentally posted before it was done, lmao, but yeah. Feel free to write this, I feel like I'd start it and never finish lol
#mushang#liushen#mobing#gongzhi#svsss#mxtx#mxtx svsss#mu qingfang#shang qinghua#liu qingge#shen qingqiu#mobei jun#luo binghe#gongyi xiao#zhuzhi lang
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Power Source Whumpee
Power Source Whumpee my beloved..
Whumper carefully crafting a machine to fit Whumpee's body and hold them in place.
Whumpee hooked up to the machine nearly all the time, only allowed a four hour break to sleep each night.
The power being extracted by hundreds of needles attached to wires, sticking out of Whumpee like a pincushion.
Whumper telling Whumpee that this is their only purpose and to just be good and fulfill it. Whumpee technically not needing to eat, as the produce their own power, so Whumper doesn't even bother to feed them, causing Whumpee to feel lightheaded and dizzy.
Whumper using the power they extracted from Whumpee to hurt their friends, blasting them back with the same energy Whumpee had once used to fight Whumper.
A reluctant Whumper placing a damp cloth on Whumpee's sweating forehead, saying they're sorry, but this is necessary for the plan.
Bonus: Bad Caretaker
Caretaker defeating Whumper, about to pull Whumpee out of the machine, but then realizing how useful the power is, and thinking about how much their city needs it.
The hope in Whumpee's eyes fading when Caretaker, who was about to release them from the machine's grip, steps back and turns it on again.
Caretaker guilt tripping Whumpee, telling them that if they were to be released, a whole city would suffer in darkness.
Caretaker thanking Whumpee for their involuntary sacrifice, telling them it won't be forever, but it sure seems to last that long.
Caretaker telling Whumpee that this is what they were made for, sounding just like Whumper now.
#whump#whump prompt#whump tropes#whump writing#whumpblr#power source whumpee#reluctant whumper#bad caretaker#caretaker turned whumper
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In shades of grey in candlelight / I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason
Spencer Reid x gn!reader content - reader is in an unfulfilling long term relationship, thoughts of cheating, best friend!Reid, friends to lovers, slight angst from reader longing to be loved properly again, cheating is slightly romanticised, confessions, teeny amount of angst words - 3k (how did this even happen omg) reputation event masterlist
âĄâHow long should you hold on to something after it's proven time and time again to be the source of your pain? And why does missing your best friend hurt so much more than missing your boyfriend?
It had been almost 4 weeks since you'd last spoken to Spencerâa mix of his work, the weekend he spent visiting his mother and the looming sense of⊠something⊠that had been hanging over your head like a dark cloud had kept the two of you apart for longer than usual.
Spencer would have been able to identify the issue that had been plaguing you, he's always been good at thatâeven before he'd joined the BAU.
He had been able to figure out that you'd failed a maths test when you were 12 years old. He had been able to tell when your parents had had a fight when you were 15 years old. He had been able to correctly work out that you'd ordered yourself the wrong flavour of milkshakeâover the phone, without seeing your faceâwhen you were 18 years old. And as you got older, your problems getting more and more adult, he had been able to figure out through missed calls and unanswered texts that you'd had your heart broken again. And again. And again.
That's what he would have said was the cause of your behaviour over the past few weeksâyou've changed your hair, thrown out a bunch of old clothes, rearranged and then rearranged again almost all the rooms in your flat and you've been out drinking with your friends twice already this week (not that this is a particularly bad thing, or even entirely unlike you, but you mentioned to Spencer once that going to a bar or pub for a drink was only really fun when you were with him, and it had lit a spark deep within him that he refused to acknowledge). But this time you know he'd have gotten it wrong. You haven't broken up with anyone, you're still very much coupled up and there's no sign of your boyfriend wanting to dump you at all.
That's the problem.
You roll your eyes, there's no point in feeling sorry for myself. I'm the only one that can fix it.
You scoff. The faint smell of your neighbours baking wafts over you, and you can hear him and his boyfriend giggling through your shared wall. A lump in your throat begins to form, and the familiar sting behind your eyes returns as you busy your hands with tidying away the washing up (that you had accidentally washed three times now.) The tears that fall feel like they're burning your skin as they run down your cheeks, as though the droplets are going to leave small scalding streaks from your eyes to your chin.
A new wave of bitterness envelopes you and a strangled yell escapes your lips before you have the chance to think. You hear your neighbour's pause, likely raising their eyebrows at each other as if to say what the hell is wrong with next door before quickly returning to being the lovey-dovey super cutesy couple that they are. And they are. Super cutesy. You've seen them around the building before, even one time accidentally ending up in the same cafĂ© after a building wide fire alarm went off. They invited you to sit with themâyour boyfriend was with his matesâas they didn't want you left on your own so late at night. It was nice, awkward, sure, but nice. Conversation was easy, they seemed to bounce off of eachother in ways that you and your boyfriend never haveâat least not for many years now. Their laughter was contagious and yet as you said your goodbyes and slunk back to your lonely apartment you couldn't help the twinges of envy that plagued the back of your mind.
He doesn't look at me like that. He is never that enthusiastic about dating me. He would never gush about our first date like that. (And deep down you know he could say the same things about you.)
So, yeah. That wasn't very fun to sit with.
You somehow feel happy knowing that Spencer would incorrectly guess the reason for your ongoing sadness. For some reason the thought of being unknowable to him has you frenzied⊠A strangled noise escapes your throatâa laugh! Christ. It was a laugh, despite how bitter and angry it sounded.
Maybe frenzied isn't the right word⊠But god! You don't know! At least he would actually care. At least he would want to try and get to the bottom of your feelings, to try and understand why you've been jumpy and on edge and almost hyperactive in the way you've been non stop moving recently.
Tap tap tap.
The noise makes you jump out of your skin, heart thumping in your chest as your eyes dart to the clock. It blinks back at you.
20:37
You chastise yourself, it's probably next door coming to ask if you could keep your yells of frustration down while they're having a relaxing evening. Embarrassment floods over your face and you can feel the tears threaten to fall again at the thought of being confronted about your outburst. You can imagine the look of pity on their facesâalthough a hidden part of you hopes that they're coming to invite you over, to welcome you into their warm home, to smell their freshly baked bread and taste the chocolate chip cookies.
Your feet pad heavily against the wooden floor as you walk out of the kitchen towards the front doorâtap tap tap. A further set of knocks has you almost tripping over your feet as you rush the final few paces. You swing the door open without a thought, not wanting the neighbours to have to knock again.
You spare no thought to the tear stains that have marked your faceâŠ
âI'm so sorry I didn't mean to beâSpencer? Whaâwhat are you doing here?â You splutter.
âI tried calling, but you didn't answer. Have you been crying?â
âIâwell, yes I have but it's fineâI didn't expect to see you, you've been so busy lately.â You take a deep breath, for a brief secondâand it was briefâyou had been relieved to find that it was only Spencer behind the door, but it didn't take long for the embarrassment to claw its way back up your spine and sink its teeth into your flesh once more.
His eyes bore into you as if he's trying to look inside you. He scans your face, your movements, he watches your hands fidget nervously with the hem of your shirtâbefore you notice him noticing you and you flatten your palms against your sides in an awkward, unnatural manner.
âMay I come in?â He asks, his voice is gentle and it's almost enough to make you fall to the floor in despair.
A hum is all you can manage in response. You quickly side step out of his way, locking the door behind him as he removes his jacket and scarf and hangs then neatly on the third hook from the leftâthe one that's always left bare, just for him.
You clear your throat. âWhat are you doing here, Spence?â
He pauses mid strideâheâs already halfway to the kitchen and if you had known he was coming over then there would a cup of coffee on the side waiting for him, in his favourite burgundy mug, the one with a chip on the lipâand tilts his head at you as if to say isn't it obvious.
âI'm here to see you.â He states, incredibly matter of factly, as if the mere question coming from your lips is completely ridiculous. Why else would he be here?
âIââ You start, but Spencer disappears around the corner before you are able to get any more words out. You huff, feeling slightly unnerved by his sudden arrival and subsequent behaviour since setting foot on your doorstep. There is nothing else in the world that can make you as happy as he can. Something which both terrifies you, and excites you a great deal.
You step foot into the kitchen and you are unsurprised to find Spencer already in the process of making himself a coffee. He pauses once more when he catches sight of you and he holds a second mug out towards you in question. You shake your head. You don't think you'd be able to stomach anything until you can get him to speak to you properly.
A thought suddenly occurs to you, and it may be the first time you ever fully allow yourself to truly think it. Because although it's not unusual for Spencer to visit you in the evening, sometimes even coming over as late as 1 or 2 in the morningâhe gets back from cases at the most unpredictable timesâdo people think you're seeing each other? The two of you have been friends for years, it's not weird for a friend to come over at all hours of the day⊠right?
âSpence, are you alright?â You pause, eyeing his very full cup of caffeine. âHaven't you just got back from a case? I can make up the sofa bed if you want to get some sleep.â
Heat rushes to your cheeks. Why do I feel so weird about asking him to stay over? We're friends. It's what friends do.
âI have something I need to talk to you about.â He ignores your questions, but you can't bring yourself to be annoyed at him. Not when his knuckles are white from how hard he grips the cup and his eyes flit from your hands to your eyes to your mouth and back to your hands.
Waitâyour mouth?!
âI have something I need to talk to you about.â He repeats. He closes the gap between the two of you with only a couple of steps. His steaming coffee is still clutched in his hands, but his fingertips seem restless, as if he knows where he wants them to be, but he just can'tâor won'tâmove them there.
âOkay.â You whisper.
Your mouth feels dryâmaybe turning down Spencerâs offer for a coffee was a mistake⊠He's barely an arms length away from you now, if you were to reach your hand out towards him it would brush up against the navy cardigan he has on. It looks so soft and you can't help but wonder how it would feel around your shoulders. Would it be baggy? Would it fit perfectly? And would Spencer want to come back from a case to find you curled up on the sofa while wearing it?
Your neighbourâs laughter ripples through the air like thunder. It's gone before you have time to register the noise fully, but it's enough to snap you out of your trance and you tear your eyes away from Spencer's torso. It was as though he was waiting for you to make eye contact with him again, because he immediately puts his cup down on the sideâmore clumsily than usual, you'd be surprised if there wasn't an extra chip on the lip nowâand takes the smallest of steps towards you. You are almost toe to toe now.
âIâuhâmeant to ask you earlier⊠about your boyfriend.â He hesitates. âPresumably he's not aroundâŠâ
There's two ways you could take his question.
Part of you wants to lie, to say that no, he's not around, you dumped him months agoâwhen your friends first told you that you shouldâand that you weren't expecting any company tonight. It would be just you and Spencer, no interruptions. Besides, Spencer knows that your boyfriend doesn't live with you, it's been the topic of many a heated discussion, but⊠could you just pretend you misunderstood? Could you say that no, he's not around, he's probably out with his friends somewhere. Could you admit that he hasn't texted you back in almost 4 days? Could you say he's not around, in fact, he hasn't been around you for 12 days?
But Spencer doesn't give you any time to think through what to say. You gasp when his hand touches your arm and he laces his fingers through yours without so much as a word, as if it was the most natural thing for him to do. As if he had done it a thousand times. The certainty with which he touched you has your heart pounding. What is he thinking? All you can do is blink up at him. His eyes are swimming with questions, but the only one he voices is, âIs this okay?â
Your head moves before you can think and he breathes a deep sigh of relief. You haven't felt as calm as this in months, and yet somehow it feels like you're suffocating. His touch is warm and the dusting of pink on his cheeks has you feeling a rush of anxietyâbut the good kind, the kind of anxiety you get when your crush looks at you, the kind that comes hand in hand with a first kiss⊠And yet you know you need to pull away. Before something more happens.
You force yourself to pull your hand out of Spencer's and the emptiness returns immediately. You stumble away, bumping into the counter as you do so, and you utter a small yelp when your hip hits the corner. Tears sting your eyes and before you know it Spencer has his arms around you. Somehow knowing what you need before you are even able to think it. You choke out a broken apologyâfor what, you don't even knowâand all Spencer can think to do is squeeze you against his chest, whispering soft comforts into your ear.
You stay like that for a whileâlong enough that the pain at your hip is now only a dull ache. Your throat is dry from all the heavy breathing and you feel a slight throbbing pain in your head, but you do, somehow, feel a little better.
That is until your emotionally fried brain catches up with itself. And then you cringe, hard. Embarrassment floods your veins and you feel your cheeks heat up by an alarming degreeâlike someone, somehow, is holding the sun directly against your skin. You are acutely aware of how closely Spencer is watching you, but you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes, unsure of whether there's a look of hurt, confusion or pity on his faceâunsure of whether it mattersâand all you can do is stare through your blurry eyes at what you think is your feet, but what could just as easily be a pair of furry, blue alien slippers.
You scold yourself. You fell apart all because he... held your hand? God. What a mess he must think you are. Andâoh! How he probably thinks you are the worst person in the world for even entertaining the possibility of his feelings for you when you aren't even single. If he even thinks that what you did was entertaining the possibility. Or maybe you completely misread the situation and he was only trying to comfort you as a friend... But what if he thinks you have no interest in him? What if he thinks he's ruined your friendship and your relationship? What if you're reading into things far too much and he doesn't like you like that and he thinks you're a bad person for even thinking about kissing himânot that he would know that, he can't read your mindâand you've certainly never thought about kissing him before and especially not right nowâhe doesn't know how much you long for him to sweep your off your feetâ
"I like you Spencer."
You blink. Slowly you bring your head up and meet his gaze. He takes a shallow breath, as if he had been holding it for quite some time.
Christ.
You only meant to think the words, and yet somehow they slipped past your tongue out into the space between the two of you. An accidental confession of something you hadn't even consciously thought until 0.2 seconds ago.
Well I can't take it back now.
He holds your gaze. His vision blurs ever so slightly and he blinks back his unshed tears before they get the chance to overwhelm him. He clears his throat before speaking, but even then his voice is low, quiet, as if trying not to spook an animal.
"You... do?"
You nod, and he takes another obvious sigh of relief, deeper this time.
"I do. I like you a lot actually."
It's as though hearing you voice your feelings for him has broken down the very last wall between the two of you. Your mind flits briefly to thoughts about your boyfriend, before shutting them down so violently that you almost feel sick. You taste metal in your mouth and you realise with a start that you'd bitten down so hard on your lip that you'd drawn blood. You reach for the closest available source to wash the bitter taste awayâSpencer's coffee. And he watches as you take a sip, your eyes are closed but somehow he can sense that they are closer to shedding tears than his are. He reaches an arm towards you and gently begins to rub soothing circles on your waist. The touch sends an electric pulse throughout your entire body and you almost drop the mug in shock. It's like all at once you realise just how stupid you were for allowing yourself to be so miserable for all this time. Why have you been putting up with a boyfriend who barely touches you when one touch from Spencer has your insides burning? Why have you been putting up with a boyfriend who doesn't care about your feelings unless they are positively affecting him, when the first thing Spencer asked you tonight was if you had been crying?
For right now all you care about is the way Spencer's eyes glisten when they look at you, how warm his hands are when they touch your face and how the quiet laughter from your neighbours no longer makes you feel as lonely as it did before.
You felt like such a fool. But it seemed like realising this fact was enough to set you free. It seemed like the acknowledgement was enough. You didn't give any thought now to the things you would have to do this coming weekâthe breaking up, the collection of your things from his place (although at this point there is only a toothbrush and a single pair of joggers that haven't moved from their place on the back of his sofa since you washed them and left them there). Hell, even the possibility of having Spencer there with you hadn't crossed your mind.
#help meeeeeee i am plagued with thoughts about him#need to gnaw and chew and bite him#and have him love me#something something save me spencer reid something something etc etc#you get it#everyone say thank you to this fic for keeping me sane over the last couple of weeks#and for helping me to not have a /total/ breakdown (i am still on the edge but. we are managing....for now)#spencer reid fic#reputation.event#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid imagine#sage.fics#spencer reid fanfiction
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Could I please request Pedri with reader who is the daughter of Xavi (Hernandez) and then lots of fluff and this prompt "I bought you flowers"? Thank you!đ
Orange-colored day â Pedri GonzĂĄlez.
Pairing: Pedri GonzĂĄlez x Fem!Reader
Summary: Throughout your fatherâs time coaching FC Barcelona, you and Pedri had a.. weird relationship. You flirted, hung out all the time, and occasionally came close to crossing the line that differentiated friends from lovers. But, despite all that, it never went further.. Until now! Because he was outside of your house with flowers in his hand.
Word count: 590+
Disclaimer/s: angst but only if you squint + fluff !
A/N: Happy birthday to the only man ever!! Pedri. Trust. I will have u.
Pedri swayed back and forth on his feet, nerves bundling in his throat as he lifted his hand to knock on your door. Itâd been months since he last saw you. After Xavi got sacked, he hadnât heard from you. Not that it was on bad terms, youâd just started your third year in Uni and he was busy with the Euroâs. It didnât help that your dad was leaving Barça under such circumstancesâŠ
The soft click that signaled you unlocking the door caused every nerve inside of Pedri, to spike. He gripped the bouquet harder, finding it hard to breathe.
It was even harder to breathe when he saw you. Your hair was in a loose ponytail and you were wearing joggers and a tank topâyour homework outfit. Heâd seen you wear it a multitude of times during your late night hangouts.
âPedro?â You drawl out his name, eyebrows lifting in surprise. âWhat are you doing.. here?â Your eyes flicker down to the flowers in his hand, grinning at the jellycat bunny stuffed animal.
âI bought you flowers.â It came out as a question, which had a deep flush spreading across Pedriâs already reddened cheeks.
You chuckle, âI can see that. My question was, what are you doing.. here? At my house.â
Pedri was the one that stopped your situation in the first place. He said, âYour dad is my coach and itâs unprofessional.â As if him staying at your house nights on end because he could only sleep through the night if he was near you, wasnât already unprofessional.
As if his lips wouldnât linger above yours fighting tooth and nail with his brain not to just kiss you, wasnât unprofessional. You could go on, but Pedri was finally finding his words.
âI justâI thought that with your dad gone and iâm a little less busy now, and with that free time all I could think about was youâthat maybe it was time I tried to fix things?â He speaks hastily, trying not to move his hands so he wouldnât ruin the bouquet.
Your lips push out into a frown. âItâs golden hour.â
Pedriâs eyebrows scrunch together, lines creasing his forehead. âWhat?â
âItâs golden hour. Your eyes look really pretty during golden hour.â You explain softly. âIt brings out the orange in them.â
The mans lips twitch. âUhm, thanks? Do you want the flowers or..â
You gasp, reaching out to take the bouquet from his hands gratefully. âYes! Sorry, distracted. Come in? Iâm supposed to beââ
âDoing homework?â
ââdoing-oh. Well, yes. But, I also was about to order dinner if you are hungry?â You lean against the doorframe, smiling up at the man whom you adored so deeply.
Pedri smiles, âyes, please.â
Stepping to the side, you make enough room for him to walk inside. âMy dad asked about you the other day, he thinks we had a âfalling out.ââ You use air quotation marks as you walk inside and in the direction of your room with Pedri right behind you.
âThat would be mostly my fault.â He laughs ashamedly. âIâm sorry about that.â
âDonât be! I was busy too. What matters now, is that youâre here.â You glance back at him with a warm look, âyou pick whats for dinner, iâll hurry and finish my homework?â
Pedri nods in agreement, walking through your bedroom door, slipping his shoes off, and plopping down on your bed. âSounds good to me.â Sliding back onto your desk chair, you open your laptop and get to work with a smile so big it hurt your face.
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âłâ„ đđĄđđ«đđđđđ«đŹ: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, Abarai Renji, Urahara Kisuke
đđšđ§đđąđ§đźđđđąđšđ§: Part 2 | Part 3
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Ëââ§ê°á Kurosaki Ichigo â Oblivious Simp
Ëââ§ê°á No, Iâm serious. You could be in love with this idiot for years and he would not notice. However, he still treats you like one of the guys. Equality is this boy's motto. He picks you up over his shoulder without realising that itâs supposed to be bridal style. Itâs worse when you tell him you're heavy and he replies with, âJust a little bit, but it's nothing to me.â
Ëââ§ê°á Would not notice the way youâve dressed or worn his favourite colours for him, but if you ask him how you look. Heâll just respond with, âYou look good.â before his sisters or father whacks him in his head for his boring compliment.
Ëââ§ê°á If you cook though, consider yourself booked. Heâs over every day for a home-cooked meal and will approve, and eat your food with gusto. Will stand up to anyone who says otherwise and will get into fights.
Ëââ§ê°á He might see you as someone more than a friend, but still unsure of where his feelings stand. Book it down heâs protecting you while you sleep or go about your daily life from Hollows and other creatures. Doesn't like when Gotei 13 mentions you in any conversation and would fight them.
Ëââ§ê°á In denial that you would like him back but hate whenever someone asks him to link them with you. Like no đ€ youâre his even though you aren't his, but you are his. End of discussion.
Ëââ§ê°á Gets weak when you stare up at him with soft eyes and still donât understand why he feels giddy when he sees your eyes. Like everyone around him can tell and he's the last to figure it out. Uryu has grown tired of lecturing him about emotions, and so has Yoruichi.
Ëââ§ê°á But you can bet that he enjoys your company despite the slight awkwardness. It makes butterflies flutter about in his stomach when you two are just sitting in silence. He has urges to hold your hand or touch you somewhere, but again, âDoes Y/N like me?â
Ëââ§ê°á Ukitake Jushiro â Sweetheart Simp
Ëââ§ê°á âAh, Y/N! What a lovely surprise it is to see you here!â He is an absolute sweetheart. Teatime on days scheduled just for you two and if he isnât able to make it, expect a long letter apologising for why he couldnât attend. He really is sorry.
Ëââ§ê°á Spending days indoors having lunch, dinner and tea and chatting away about life around the Seireitei. Heâll let you in on what he wishes for his future and include you indirectly through mentions of your interests being incorporated.
Ëââ§ê°á Kyoraku is your number one hype man who forces himself around you both to act as a wingman, but heâs just there for the sake. He makes jokes only for Jushiro to stare at him like, âNo, Y/N isnât into those things.â
Ëââ§ê°á Jushiro is so gentle and soft with every action. He'll politely ask to hold your hand as you take strolls through his headquarters and sit under the plum blossoms playing the Shamisen. His students adore you and allow you entry every time you visit. Sometimes they set you two up just to witness their captain go red.
Ëââ§ê°á Hates when you have to participate in fieldwork because he knows how dangerous it is. Of course, he believes that you are strong enough to stand your ground. He might even arrange for days when you two can train.
Ëââ§ê°á Will get a nosebleed if he sees you in anything revealing like that time when he went to the beach. The reason he fainted wasnât because of fatigue but seeing you in your revealing bath suit. Kyoraku never allows him to forget.
Ëââ§ê°á Anytime Seireitei is under attack, he rushes to you first, trusting his Lieutenants to oversee organisations.
Ëââ§ê°á Kyoraku Shunsui â Heartthrob Simp
Ëââ§ê°á Heâll make it clear that heâs the most desirable bachelor and you cannot resist his charm. If you're not swooning from his smooth-talking, then heâs going to up the scale. Kyoraku will cup your cheeks and make eye contact while charming you.
Ëââ§ê°á Doesnât make up any reasons for his flirting and would declare that he likes you, wants to be with you and all his reasons for setting up tea and drinking was to get closer. Heâs determined and Nanao has seen all the antics he comes up with in the mirror, she feels also sorry for you.
Ëââ§ê°á Protective and has no issue is getting rid of the personâŠshould they be threatening enough. Heâs not the jealous type due to his laidâback and friendly nature but hopes that people respect their boundaries and remember that youâre his. Thatâs something he loves to whisper any time he attempts to charm/kiss you.
Ëââ§ê°á He gets Nanao to throw rose petals on him any time he's making an appearanceâdramatic if you werenât aware yet. Loves to drape his floral kimono over you and sometimes leave it behind to watch as you wear it when youâre cold or first thing in the morning. He considers it his good luck charm when your scent is on it.
Ëââ§ê°á Trusts Jushiro around you and also leaves his Zanpukato with you for protection. Poetic is his flirtatious style that makes you blush or roll your eyes, thereâs no inâbetween.
Ëââ§ê°á Kyoraku loves to just wear his Captainâs uniform and nothing underneath so you can get a good look at his chest and muscles. It is worse when he trains with you to show off his moves, so he pins you under or against him.
Ëââ§ê°á Never give attention to other women now that youâre in his sight. Rejects and makes it clear, âMy eyes are only for lovely Y/N, my flower.â
Ëââ§ê°á Abarai Renji â Passionate Simp
Ëââ§ê°á Be prepared to be treated with great levels of respect. You will never have to worry about him losing his temper or cool around you, except for him and Ichigo arguing about something silly before they start fighting. Nevertheless, he will go out of his way to ensure that youâre safe and secure.
Ëââ§ê°á He does his best to complete all his paperwork and duties early, so he can steal away and spend time with you. Whether it going to drinks or something to eat, he does his best to make as much time as possible to be around you every second.
Ëââ§ê°á Now, you will get treated like one of the guys, in the sense that he isnât going to be all blushing and flustered around you. Heâs cool and calm, and will talk to you like an everyday walk in the parkâit will leave anyone wondering if he has a crush on you or not. At the same time, the way he speaks to you is slightly different compared to others.
Ëââ§ê°á Youâll get praise coming your way very often; never one to shy away from how heâs feeling. Upfront about his admiration which comes off as bold declarations. âYouâre amazing, and Iâm not afraid to say it. Anyone would be lucky to have you.â
Ëââ§ê°á Often playful and teasing, he welcomes you into the antics that he and the gang all involve themselves in. Whether itâs during training or a moment to lie back and relax, youâre not escaping his playful form of affection. âYou call that a punch? How are you supposed to knock out the bad guys?â
Ëââ§ê°á Say what you want about him having a losing streak in fights, he still has the balls to jump in and defend you. Doesnât matter how many times he gets beaten; he always gets back up for you. And he does protect you well, stepped up a lot just for you since youâre an important soul to him.
Ëââ§ê°á Look forward to him showing off anytime he improves or has something cool he wants to show you. Youâre always the first person he comes running to because of your genuine appreciation. Youâre always eager to hear and learn more from him which brings out his emotional vulnerability. The level of trust he has in you is outstanding.
Ëââ§ê°á Urahara Kisuke â Eccentric Simp
Ëââ§ê°á No day in your life will ever be normal from the moment he stepped into the picture. You will never catch a break, Kisuke will have you on your toes constantly guessing what next heâs going to come with. Thankfully, Tessai is there to calm his eccentric nature.
Ëââ§ê°á Whatever you want, this man will be able to whip it upâŠnever for free though. And no, you being his crush will not stop him from asking for something in return, it opens the door wider for him to ask. âSay Y/N, if I make this new sleeping device for you, do I get a kiss goodnight before you sleep?â
Ëââ§ê°á Heâll still be a pervert around you, in his playful teasing manner. If youâre shopping and heâs around, heâll suggest all the raunchy outfits for you to wear. And should you scold or smack him, heâll mutter something about wearing it in private for him alone to see.
Ëââ§ê°á With his whole causal and laidback demeanour regarding your safety. While you were asleep, he was busy setting up seals to ward off hollows from getting close. Probably gifted you that necklace youâve always wanted and placed a seal to keep you safe.
Ëââ§ê°á âYou know youâre quite the distraction. How am I supposed to focus on my work with you around? I know, give me a kiss and Iâll get started!â Flirtatious man, he is, and he never stops once he starts. Youâll be flustered the entire time, and he lives for it. However, within his flirtation, he does let you know how much you mean to him, subtly.
Ëââ§ê°á Has a natural quirk for performing little and grand acts of service for you, given his ability to craft. Youâre running low on supplies? You would come home one day to a box on your bed with a note attached. The last thing you would wonder about was how he got into your room.
Ëââ§ê°á Look out for receiving tons of gifts, most of them are his quirky inventions. âI made this gadget that can brew the perfect cup of tea. Now you donât have to worry about rushing to make tea in the mornings!â
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stay outta trouble, yeah?
tangerine x southern!reader, 3.7k words summary: he's taken by their southern accent, much like they're taken by his british one. color him intrigued, because why not? he'll be getting them to safety as soon as he can get away from the fight--or rather, telling them to get to safety. a/n: before you read the rest... there are a few lines i took from the movie to keep part of the plot alive. and then it goes haywire... anyway. listen i was just thinking about how incredible it would be to talk to tangerine and not actually hide my personal accent. here you go, pookies. (i'm from west virginia if that helps you). i've also never been farther than tĂŒrkiye, so my knowledge of what it's like to travel to japan is very limited. pardon my inaccuracies even though i only talk about it for like... .2 seconds, at most. tw: major canon divergence, talks of blood, wounds, cursing, etc.
It'd been a long few days in Tokyo. Traveling for your own enjoyment was always an incredible thing, but good lord, was it exhausting.
The flight, which was non-stop from the Washington Dulles Airport, thank goodness, was nearly sixteen hours. No connecting flights, no dealing with confusing and unfamiliar airports. But just the flight itself was enough to send your sleeping pattern to all kinds of craziness. Don't even mention the fact that you had to drive to the airport, which took several hours just to get there...
Wasn't the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last.
Travel was a luxury so many never had the opportunity to experience. When you had the chance to go to Japan, you took it. It was practically a dream vacation, despite how exhausting it truly was.
You'd come back to Tokyo after a few days in Nagoya, the second to last stop on this bullet train, maybe a quick day trip to Kyoto after, but time was of the essence. You may not have planned every little detail for this trip of a lifetime, but you had a good idea as to what you were going to do.
The bullet train would be at your stop in nearly two hours. That was plenty of time to take a nap and probably figure out what you'll do in Nagoya after finding your planned accommodations.
You found a seat in the "quiet" car, almost giddy to know that there was a car specifically for that. Being from the southern United States, the only actual train you could recall was the Amtrak Trains, but even then, you didn't know as much as you could have about them.
You kept your backpack close to you, trying to find your earbuds so you could have them before you actually sit down.
As you walked, absentmindedly, of course, you bump into a rather tall and, might I add, breathtaking man with one of those 80s' mustachesâlike the guy from that one season of American Horror Story. It rather suited him, but that's not what you were thinking as the words quickly spilled from your mouth:
"I'm so sorry," you said, southern drawl instantaneous. "Wasn't watching where I was goin'."
The man looked down at you, blue eyes curiously catching yours. He smiled, and you could feel your heart melt within you. Or maybe your lungs. It seemed hard to breathe for a moment.
"No worries, love," he said, a very British accent joining his words. He scrunched his nose a bit and moved out of your way, while the man behind him muttered something under his breath. "No harm done."
You return his smile, although hesitantly. God, was he gorgeous. But that was beside the point. You moved around him, knowing you probably looked like a messâyou had only spent two nights in Tokyo, and they weren't very restful. Skincare could only do so much to make you look awake and not like you've risen from the dead just hours prior.
You choose a seat nearby where the British man and his two friends were sitting, putting your backpack on the table just in front of you. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, making sure you still had your charger in the pack, before you set up your earbuds and your music.
Your eyes flickered over to the British man, not saying anything as you opened your preferred playlist. He briefly glanced back at you and sent a rather cheeky smile before he looked back to the man in front of him.
"Fuckin' hell, mate," Lemon said as he looked at his brother. The man had made him move just so he could have an eye on the American who bumped into him. "Go and talk to âem, yeah? Leave me out of it."
Tangerine rolled his eyes. "Fuck off," he said. "We gotta job, yeah? Speakin' of." He stopped and looked towards the White Death's son, blinking slowly for a moment. "You gonna tell us much else or are you keepin' us in the dark?"
The Son mumbled something under his breath, tiredly looking out the window. He didn't know why he was here, other than the two brothers saying they were hired by his dad to get him to safety.
Right. Safety. What a joke.
"Right, so," Tangerine began. "Our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransom money inside. And I plan on completin' my job and keeping..."
Tangerine looked at his brother, narrowing his eyes. "Lemon."
Lemon looked up at him. "Hmm?"
"Where's the briefcase?"
"Oh, I stashed it."
Tangerine stared at him in admonishment for a bit longer than necessary. "The case, Lemon. Go get me the fucking case."
"We got his son. That was our job."
"Our job was to come back with his son and his 10 million." Tangerine groaned softly and looked out of the window, sucking in a breath. "Three words describe our situation right now. Do you know what they are?"
"Sure do," said Lemon. He held up a hand and counted them off as he spoke: "Saved his son."
"Motherfucker," Tangerine blurted. He went on his spiel about the White Death, which seemed to be quite imperative as Lemon hadn't read the email he forwarded to him. Of course he hadn'tâwhen did he ever? Why did he bother?
"He asked for pros who wouldn't fuck up," Tangerine said. "Three words, Lemon. We are..."
"Fucked." They say the words together, and if it had been another time, perhaps just hours prior, it would have been fun. Not this time. No, this time, they knew they were in deep shit.
They needed to get that suitcase and quick.
They returned to the Son only for him to be... well, let's put it frankly, bleeding from his eye-sockets and mouth, and so very dead.
"Well, shit," Tangerine sucked in a breath as he looked at the boy who had called him a liability only moments earlier.
The two trained assassins set to work on making it look like he was merely sleeping, even going as far as giving him Momonga glasses. You never know.
Tangerine looked at Lemon, frowning deeply. "We need t' find that briefcase," he said.
"Right," Lemon returned, staring at the Son for a moment before he looked up at Tangerine, nodding. "Right. Phone's on me. See if that American you ran into saw anything. Never know, yeah?"
Tangerine narrowed his eyes and glanced over his shoulder, seeing the object of his curiosity. "Hm. Go, Lemon. You see the case, deal with whoever has it."
"All right, how do I do that? Talk to him, or, like, talk to him?"
"I don't know, why don't you tell him about the story about how Gordon met Percy and how Percy's now bleeding from his fucking eye sockets!"
Lemon scoffed and left his side, going down the opposite side of the train.
"He means kill him. Of course he does."
Tangerine took one last look to the boy before he made his way to you, just a few seats down. He saw that you were asleepâsurely, if you had been awake, you would've said something, right? Right. He's assuming, anyway. He keeps walking, knowing that he's got to find this briefcase and fast or else he and Lemon may not get a chance to even think about which arm they'd rather have cut off.
About twenty minutes into your restless nap, there's a loud noise blaring in your earbuds, and you jolt awake, grabbing onto your phone. You paused it, heart pounding in your chest.
"Damn," you cursed, knowing it was only from the song and nothing more. This song was notorious for loud noises. You take out your earbuds, a soft groan escaping you. Might as well stretch your legs and use the restroom since you're awake. It didn't seem like sleep was going to come easy on this train.
A voice came over the intercom, saying something about stopping momentarily, but you didn't catch the name of the station.
You stood and stretched, looking towards where the British man had been. He's not there, and neither is his one friend, but the other is there, sleeping. He's got the strangest glasses on, but you say nothing of it.
"Bathroom," you mutter under your breath, looking over your shoulder. You see a sign and follow it, taking your phone with you just in case.
You're quick, doing your business and washing your hands all under two minutes. Must be a recordâthe airplane bathrooms are so much more different than this.
You go to leave and open the door, and once again, you're not paying attention. You nearly bump into the tall, handsome British man, but this time, he is paying attention.
He grabbed you by the shoulders, a soft huff escaping him. "Watch yourself, love," he said, a playful smile on his lips (like he's not currently in one of the most stressful situations he's ever been in). "You're gonna get yourself hurt, now, aren't ya?"
Wide eyed, you looked up at him. "Shit, I'm sorry," you said. "It'sâhell, I can't even give you a good excuse, but I didn't mean to."
"Nah, you're alright, love, just watch yourself for me, yeah?"
He let go of your shoulders, and you almost find yourself missing the touch.
"Go back to your seat, yeah? Keep an eye out for anyone weird for me."
You blinked slowly but nodded anyway. "Yeah, sure," you said. "Youâ"
But before you can continue, he sees something in the corner of his eyeâeither that or he hears something. You're not really sure. He flashes you a soft smile before he walked past you, clearly on a mission.
You let out a soft sigh and walk back to your seat, sitting down quietly.
As you get there, the British man's friend is back, and with another manâyou don't catch their conversation, but whatever it is is rather heated. You simply put your earbuds back in and let your head fall back, unable to stop your eyes from fluttering shut. There's a few noises, but the sleep is far too good to come out of. At least, for now it is.
At some point, you feel someone shaking you awake. You quickly open your eyes, seeing the British man sitting across from you. He's got a few cuts on his faceânot something he had before. You sat up and check your phone, eyebrows furrowed.
"What are youâ"
You'd only been asleep for another twenty minutes.
"You're cute, love," he said, grabbing your phone from you.
"Heyâ"
He held up a finger to you and quickly typed in a text message to his own phone. When he heard the buzz, he handed your phone back to you.
"Where's your stop, hm?"
"Nagoya," you answered. "Why?"
"Get off sooner, yeah?"
"What?"
He gave you a cheeky smile. "Get off sooner, love," he said. "Conductor must've missed you cuz you were sleepin', but he was sayin' that everyone needs to get off before Nagoya. Somethin' about the train needed worked on."
You blinked slowly. Were you still sleeping? You felt like you were. "Why the hell would they do that for? That don't even make senseâ"
"Love, do it," he said, staring you down with those pretty blue eyes. "Get off on the next stop, yeah? I'll even give you the money for another ticket or somethin' if you need it."
You shook your head. "I can get another ticket, I justâ"
There was something about the man that screamed danger, but no where did it scream liar. At least if he was a liar, maybe it was for good reason. Your gut feeling had been pretty good in the past, warning you against several things that could've gone terribly. Perhaps this was the Universe screaming at you to listen to it.
"Okay. I got the money. I'll just... I'll get off at the next stop."
He smiled softly at you. "Good. I'll be seein' you then, yeah? Keep yourself outta trouble."
He stood up, giving you a soft wink, before he left you in the quiet car.
You didn't see him again for the rest of the train ride, but you did listen to him. You got off at the next train stop and bought a new ticket, wondering if the cuts on his face had anything to do with his request.
It was a pretty nice warning, as crazy as that shit was.
Waiting for the next train, which would be there only momentarily, you pull out your phone. The only thing he had typed to his number was simple: Tangerine.
Was that codename for something? The fuck did fruit have to do with anything?
Nagoya, Japan.
A beautiful city with equally beautiful architecture (you'd be sure to visit the castle and the shrine after you finished exploring the city on your own terms).
You hadn't gotten a text from the handsome British man, but it didn't really bother you much. You didn't know himâjust nearly ran into him a handful of times before he told you to get off the train.
Two days after the train ride to Nagoya, you find yourself on the streets, following your phone's GPS as best as you could to get to the castle. You should have just waved down a taxi cab, but you also wanted to experience the walk. That, in itself, was just as important as the journey over. Besides, your phone said only five minutes, but it seemed like it was re-routing and doing the exact opposite of being an accurate GPS.
You curse under your breath and go to type in another address in an attempt to see if it was just the castle address that was making your GPS wonky when you heard a familiar voiceâyou felt a familiar hand grab onto your shoulder.
"Be careful, love," the British man said, keeping you in your spot. You looked upâyou're not even about to walk into anything, this time. You looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, hell," you blurted, wide eyed. "What the hell happened to you? Are youâ" You pause, mouth gaped open as you look on in surprise. His friend, and that one long haired blonde guy, stand nearby. The one leaned up against the wall of a supermarket, while the other runs a hand through his blonde locks.
You looked up at him, lips parted. "Is that why you told me to get off the train?"
He gave you a pained smile. "Smart, love," he said.
There's a few people that pass by, mumbling about the sight of the rather bloodied and injured men.
"Shit," you said. "Youâdid you just come to Nagoya in hopes I'd still be here? What if I had been in Kyoto?"
"Guess some luck's on my side, then," he said.
"Myâhell, come on, I've got a hotel room," you said. "You lot look like you've been to hell and back."
"Somethin' like that," the British man said.
"Shit," you mumbled once more, putting your hotel name back into your GPS. You had just come from there, but just in case, you didn't want to mess anything up. Especially not now. "Shit, dude, I don't even know your nameâ"
"Tangerine," he interrupted.
You blinked slowly as you began to walk. His friends follow behind.
"Like the fruit?" you question.
His friend snorted from behind the two of you. "Yeah, love, like the fruit."
You shrugged. "Codename?"
"Smart," Tangerine repeated, giving you a cheeky smile.
For someone who looked like he was in an immense amount of pain, he was sure cheerful.
You led them up to your hotel room, where the blonde immediately goes to the bathroom, running water in the sink and using it and a towel to try and clean some of the blood from his face.
Tangerine and the other, whom you now know as Lemon, sit on separate sides of the roomâLemon sits at the table and groans at the action, a hand on his side, while Tangerine sits on the edge of the bed.
There goes your plans to see the Nagoya Castle, but hell, this didn't seem like it would be anything you'd wanna miss out on. How often do you get three men in your hotel room like this?
Ah, fuck, scratch thatâhow often do you get a hot British man looking at you like that regardless of how beat up he currently looked?
You bit your lip and sit your phone on the dresser. "I, uh, my friend gave me a little kit of medicine and things before I left," you said, going to your open suitcase and pulling out a black bag. "Has like, bandaids and ibuprofen. Tums, maybe. I didn't even look to be honest."
You hand the bag to him.
Tangerine snorted softly, taking the bag from you and opening it up. You watch, seeing the scabs on his knuckles.
"Damn, what the hell happened to y'all?"
Tangerine glanced up at you, a small smile quirking on his lips. "All in due time," he said. "Don't think it's anything I wanna drag you into just yet."
You pursed your lips.
"Fuck," Tangerine mumbled. "This whole thing has been fuckin' bullocks," he said as he pulled out a couple of things from the kit.
"You can say that again," Lemon said, scoffing softly.
Tangerine tossed him a bottle of pain killers before he, himself, picked up a small bottle of antiseptic. "Be a doll and grab me a washcloth, yeah?"
You do as you're asked, moving past the blonde in the bathroom. He looked a bit worse for wear, but he seemed like he was doing far better than the other two.
You brought back the washcloth for Tangerine. "Can I help?"
"Nah, love, I'll be fine. Not the first time."
You grimaced. "Sounds painful."
"C'est la vie," Lemon said from where he sat, taking the unopened complementary water from the table and using it to take the pain killers. "You're a life saver, love."
"Hmm," you hummed, frowning softly as you looked at Tangerine.
He glanced up at you as he cleaned his knuckles. He had plenty of other places to clean, of course, but the idea of moving from his spot on the bed sounded like hell. His abdomen was screaming at him for just breathing.
"I never got your name," Tangerine softly said.
"Yeah," Lemon interjected. "Been callin' you his little American this whole time. Don't let him lie to you."
Tangerine blanched, glaring over at Lemon, before he looked up at you. "Maybe," he said. "Don't listen to him. He's a little shit-stirrer."
You smiled a bit. He's endearing if not... unconventional in his methods. Whatever that meant. You'd learn soon enough, it seemed.
You gave him your name.
He repeated it, and it was almost like heaven pouring from his lips as he spoke.
God, you'd have a hell of a time trying to explain this back home.
Tangerine snorted softly and finished cleaning up his knucklesâjust on the one hand, though. He still had so much to get through.
"Must've made quite an impression if you come to Nagoya just to find me," you blurted, taking the bottle of antiseptic and the cloth from him. He didn't protest. He simply watched as you wet the other side of the cloth and took his hand in your own to clean his knuckles.
"Yeah, well, what can I say? The accent got me."
You blinked slowly, eyes flickering to his. "The accent?"
"Oh, yeah, love," he said. "Ladybug in there is an American, but you? It's like a whole other breed of American. I don't know if I can get enough of it."
Lemon scoffed and tossed the bottle of painkillers to his brother. "Stop flirting and let them clean your hand."
Tangerine rolled his eyes, watching your hands as they moved against his wounds.
"Sorry," you mumbled.
"Sorry? For what?"
"For not having anything to really help you," you said. "I'm sure it woulda helped if I had a first aid kit or somethin'."
He raised an eyebrow. "Think you would've been insane for havin' a first aid kit when you're traveling all alone," he said. "Who woulda thought you'd run into little ol' me?"
"Little ol' you, hm?"
Tangerine's soft smile is unmistakable, but you make no mention of it. You let go of his hand and he examined it, letting out a soft hum. You did well enough, he supposed.
Tangerine let out a soft groan as a pain rippled through his abdomen. He laid back on the bed without another word, a hand resting on his body. This would be a hell of a pain to heal, but he was sure it would happen soon enough.
"Sorry for barging in on you like that, love," Lemon spoke up. He drew your attention away from Tangerine. "Tangerine over there kept quippin' on and on 'bout how he just had to see you again. Thought he was a broken record or some shit with how often he said it."
The handsome man in front of you didn't even object this time. He just went with it.
"Right, yeah, and what were you sayin'? Hope they have a nice hotel room that fits all us, yeah?"
"Absolutely not," he scoffed. "Don't be a prick."
Tangerine rolled his eyes. "Lemonâ"
"âanyway," Lemon interjected. "We'll be out of your hair as soon as we possibly can. Don't want to outstay our welcome, and I'm sure you've got plans, hm?"
"Well, yeah, butâ"
"âwe won't stay long, promise."
"No, IâI mean I do have plans, but you can stay as long as you need to."
Tangerine snorted softly and glanced at you from where he laid on his bed. "You're rather trusting, aren't you?"
You blinked slowly. "Wellâ"
"âbe careful, love," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "You should really watch yourself, before you get yourself into trouble."
You parted your lips, and the words escaped you before you even thought to stop them: "Think I'm a bit too late for all that."
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This is a little idea about the post of @proneterror204 make sure to hit them up for the og post.
Danny was somewhere between bored, tired (which he almost always was) and generally not okay. How his parents had managed to draw the attention of Wayne Enterprise and get invited to a Gala that Bruce Wayne himself was hosting, was beyond him.
Granted he hadn't even known about it until about three days ago. Honestly he should be used to getting utterly blindsided by his parents âCome on, Danny. We are going to drive for the next three days. It's going to be funâ-type of surprises.
They had just left him enough time to lock down the portal, something his dad should have done, grab his suit that Vlad had gifted him. (As much as he dislikes the Froot Loop, Danny wasnât stupid enough to throw out a multi-thousand Dollar suit.) And then they were off.
He managed to sneak in a few texts to Sam and Tucker on the ride. So now he was here, halfway bored out of his head. He had already been talked to multiple times, and each time got mistaken for one of the Wayne kids.
Danny could see it honestly. Blue eyes, Black hair, decent build body and an air of exhaustion that hung around most of them like a cloak. It was probably the reason why they kept coming to him. Thankfully he managed to shake them off rather quickly.
He had finally found a quiet corner where he could lurk and eat some of the finger food that was laid out on the buffet. Going for thirds was tempting as everything was very tasty but sadly not very filling.
âMan, I could go for a burger.â
A snort came from next to him, which nearly startled him. The girl that had been in the corner before was putting a hand over her mouth in clear embarrassment.
âUhm. Hi?â Danny gave an awkward wave, not knowing how he should talk to her. In turn she said a quiet âHelloâ whilst also signing it. Danny of course immediately picked up on it.
âSorry to ask but are youâŠâ he gestured towards his ears, signing himself in case she was deaf. The girl looked at him with surprise before smiling softly. âNo, I don't like talking.â
âAh, perfectly understandable. I do know ASL, one of my friends is almost deaf but she got those fancy implants that let her hear everything.â
In lieu of the answer all he got was an âMhh.â He went quiet after, having no fucking idea what to talk about. Danny quietly wondered what the fuck he could even talk about, the weather? Either rain or fog. The city? Rockbottom in every poll except for crime. Thinking about it gave him an idea.
âSay, who is your favorite Vigilante?â
The question got her attention, making her think for a moment before quietly saying. âLike Wing. Yours?â Danny mused for a second, humming loudly.
âHmm, I think it's Orphan. I mean, have you seen her move? Just pure grace and elegance. I bet she is an immortal Vampire that simply got bored and decided to fight crime.â
He didnât see how she blushed, âNo.â
Danny just scoffed, âAre you kidding me? She moves with far too much elegance and grace to be mortal. Credit to the other bats but they move like mortals. She dances around both rogues and vigilantes!â
She turned away for a moment, trying to hide that she was blushing but it didn't really work. âOrphan. Is. good. What about others?â
âOh, hmm.â Danny looked up whilst tapping a finger against his chin. âWell thereâs Red Hood and Stabby Robin. Both are top tier, which should be a no brainer.â
She tilted her head in thought. âWhy?â
âWell. Stabby robin practices the art of the sword, a forgotten art in modern times. And Red Hood shoots pedophiles! Who doesn't like that?â Danny set his empty plate aside, looking around for a waiter with drinks.
Her answer drew his full attention back to her. âBatman.â
Danny scoffed at the name. âYeah, of course he doesn't like that. I mean have you looked at the costume of the very first Robin? Doesn't take much imagination why he dislikes Hood offing pedos.â
A crackle in her ear drew Cassâs attention away from him. âRed Robin here, Lantern and Superman are moving in to arrest his parents. Can you keep him distracted for a while longer?â
âMmm. You still want burger?â
âHuh? Uh, yeah? Do you know a good place?â The question itself caught him absolutely off guard.
âYes, take me out?â She tilted her head, giving him a cute look. Danny just shrugged, âSure, my parents are going to take hours to explain everything anyway and they keep getting sidetracked whilst doing so. I fully expect to still be here tomorrow. Might as well spend the time with a cute girl.â
She blushed visibly, then stuck out her hand. âCass, we date now.â He grabbed her hand, flushing a bit as well. âIâm Danny.â
âNo, not Danny. You boyfriend.â She hooked her arm with his and pulled him along. Danny quickly went along with it, not saying no to it.
In Cassâs ear Red Robin spoke again. âUh Cass? That wasn't the plan. You don't have to date him. Cass? Please don't make me explain this to B.â A click was heard as another com went to the same line. Batman growled out a simple. âFollow. Them.â before it went off.
Cassandra just put a bit more pep into her step as she pulled her new boyfriend towards her personal favorite Bat burger.
Nightwing clicked his comm on, âFound them. They are in the parking lot at main and fifth street.â
He spent a moment taking a picture of them. It showed them sitting on a concert divider, with Danny pointing up with his left whilst holding a half eaten burger in his right. Cass was sitting next to him,a bunch of fries sticking out of her mouth whilst she was grabbing a bunch more. She is also starring right at the camera. Her look perfectly said âif you ruin this date, i will end youâ.
Batman's voice echoed in his ear, âKeep your eyes on Danny. He might have the same ideology as his parents. Oa and the lanterns are already moving in on the Ghostly Investigation Ward. We might have to take him into custody if things turn bad.â
Dick was just about to answer when Cass abruptly stood up, dranging Danny up and then away.
âHold on, they just started moving again.â Nightwing got up from his perch and followed them quickly.
Tim worked on cutting through the strange rope, âOkay. Just to make sure I got everything right. Danny and Cass went to Batburger and had some takeout, then went for a walk in the park whilst you followed them, right?â
Dick who was trying not to wiggle, nodded. "Yeah."
âThen some weird ass shadow creature jumped you, tied you up and hung you from this tree, right?â
âYou are forgetting the part where I described it as a lady from the eighteen sixties, and the part where she said to leave âthe king of kingsâ in peace. Other than that you got it spot on.â
âYou know, I would make fun of you for that but considering that there is no knot in this rope and its tough as hell I will believe you.â
âGreat. Do we know where they went after I lost them?â
Tim looked him right in the eyes. âSteph found them, and considering how red she was when she came back, it's best to wait until morning.â
Dick opened his mouth to ask why before it clicked in his head. âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â
Danny woke up groggy, his eyes were crusted over and his limbs felt heavy. For a moment he just laid there, then did a full body stretch, stretching from toes to fingertips.
After it he laid there for a moment listening to noises in the room. He could hear cars and their horns. Some shouting down the hall and the shower in the bathroom.
That prompted the memories of last night which caused the âi got laidâ grin. He let out a satisfied noise, before crossing his arms behind his head.
After a moment Danny wondered if Cass would be up to âshareâ the shower only for him to freeze at the sight of the Batman in the room.
âUuuhhh.â
âDaniel James Fenton.â Batman growled out. âYou are hereby placed under investigation by the Justice League for potential violation of interdimensional rights. Your parents have already been arrested and are awaiting their trial. Do you have anything to say to that?â
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Doll 2
Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader
Summary: Shanks can't stop thinking about you and how you'll fit in with the crew
Warnings: late night thoughts and mentions of abuse
Doll part 1
Later that night, while Shanks lay in the room he'd rented, the redhead couldn't stop thinking about you. Even while pleasantly buzzed still from earlier, his mind was a whirlwind of thought, and as much as it disgusted him to consider, he did want to know what kind of slave you were. The Celestial Dragons were known to keep all kinds of races, from Fishman to Giants. Labor, entertainment, pleasure.
Shanks hoped that you hadn't been part of the latter. You didn't seem like it, didn't have the innate sultry look that Shanks had seen before, but that didn't mean you couldn't hide it from him. He could go ask you, demand you tell him since he was the one who decided to bring you on board, but the thought of doing that left an awful taste in his mouth. Shanks wanted you to trust him. He wanted to be your friend.
You hadn't told him much about your past, only the little bit that youâd been willing to share with him so far, but Shanks wanted you to feel safe enough that you would want to share everything with him eventually. He wanted to see you smile more, wanted to see you relax and feel at home with him and the rest of his crew. You wanted to know everything, so Shanks would make sure you got what you wanted.
A knock on his door tore the captain from his thoughts, and he jumped from the bed to open the door. You stood on the other side, a contrite expression on your face. His own schools into one of concern and lean against the doorway.
âEverything okay, Doll?â He asks quietly and has a hard time not reaching out to cup her face when you bite your lip and avoid his eyes. He waits patiently for you, not willing to rush you into anything that you might not be read for.
âI just wanted to say thank you. I didnât earlier, and itâs been bothering me,â you ramble and then fall silent. You donât want your new captain to rescind his offer to join him, but youâve been instructed to say please and thank you since you could remember, even if whatever youâd been sent to do ended in punishment.
Shanks softens even more at your admission. He can see the old fear lingering in your eyes, and it makes rage boil in his chest that youâve been subject to such treatment that a simple thank you made you so nervous. He doesnât fight the urge this time to reach out to cup your face in his hand, his lips turning up in a sad smile.
âSweetheart. You donât have to thank me for something like this. Donât think you have to treat me and mine like you had to treat those bastards. I donât own you, Doll. You own yourself.â
He watches in mild panic as tears form in your eyes, and then he has a chest full of sobbing woman. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to try and provide some form of comfort. Shanks isnât the best at this, but for you? Heâd try his damndest. He dips his head and presses a kiss to the top of your head and listens as your sobs begin to slow down into quiet sniffles.
You grimace as you pull away and look at his shirt from where your face had been pressed, âIâm sorry, I got you all nasty.â
Shanks laughs and shakes his head. You were adorable like this, and he couldnât get enough of it, âDarling. I promise you that this shirt has had worse than some snot and tears on it.â
The look of disgust that paints your face is all worth the confession, and Shanks only laughs harder when you pull away and wipe your face. You crinkle your nose and eye him with a now skeptical look, âWhen was the last time you washed that shirt?â
Shanks aims an innocent look, lips pursed as he shrugs a shoulder. You scoff and cross your arms, but your fear from earlier seems to be gone, so the redhead is happy.
âMaybe it is a good thing Iâm coming along. A crew full of men probably needs a womanâs touch,â You quip, and Shanks canât help but silently agree. He wonât lie and say that the laundry doesnât get piled up on occasion. Or the dishes despite Lucky Roux keeping the kitchen orderly. Heâs guilty himself for letting his quarters get a little too messy. But he didnât bring you along so that you could be their maid.
âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to do, _,â Shanks murmurs, tone dropping the playful tilt as he catches her chin in his hand, âIâm not bringing you with us for that.â
His heart thuds in his chest at the smile that you send him. You slowly reach up and wrap your fingers around his wrist, squeezing softly before letting your hand fall back to your side. It makes you feel good that Shanks is taking your comfort in mind, but you wouldnât be a burden on his ship.
âI know that, but I donât think I could physically just sit around and do nothing. Iâve worked⊠my whole life, Shanks, and I donât want to be just another mouth to feed. I want to be helpful,â you say and shrug a little helplessly. The only break youâve ever had was in the last month of your escape, but even then, you were constantly looking over your shoulder, wondering if this would be the day that someone recognized you and dragged you back to Marie Geois. The guilt of leaving the other slaves behind still ate at you, and you wished that you could have been able to take them with you.
âThen weâll figure it out as we go, Doll,â Shanks promises and strokes his thumb along your jaw like he had earlier before he drops his hand. He doesnât want you to think that he wants you for anything other than your company. Not that youâre not beautiful, but Shanks doesnât want you to think he expected something like that from you. Not unless you wanted it.
You blush at th efeeling of the rough pad of his finger against your skin. You didnât like it when people touched you, but you found that dislike absent when Shanks did it. It felt natural and kept you grounded in a way you didnât expect. You flick your eyes up, catching his own and send him a small smile, âThank you again, Shanks.â
The redhead meets it with a grin of his own. A yawn suddenly catches you off guard, and you cover your mouth with a hand, eyes squinting as you look away from him. Shanks snickers at the way your nose scrunches up and steps back into his room.
âGo catch some sleep, Doll. Weâll stay here a couple more days to resupply, and then weâll be on our way,â Shanks yawns himself halfway through, his words coming out slow and choppy before they even out. He smirks when his antics make you laugh, and then he is watching you turn on your heel and lope down the hall, âNight, Doll.â
âNight, Shanks,â you call softly back, and then you disappear around the corner. Shanks sighs once you are gone. Mind stuffed even more with thoughts about you as he shuts the door and lays back down. He rubs a hand down his face and rolls to his side, vowing to figure out the details in the morning.
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