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HI YES HELLO IâM ALIVE and the yapping is back (it never left)!!
Just when the summer bbq is concluding. đ„č
Uhh looking back at this post, itâs highkey a sako character analysis post in disguise. Spoilers Ahead for Wind Breaker Chapters 160 & 161! (as promised with doodles)
This last panel with everyone toasting to each other feels like the end to the Summer BBQ event, at least to me. *shakes and wails off into the corner*
So many friendships being strengthened, healing/healed and being made in this one event is making my heart do somersaults. GAHHH!! I wouldâve loved if we stayed in this wholesome moment a little longer if it is the last but oh well at least these recent two chapters have given me two things to brainrot about for a while. đ€§
Sako Kota and his relationships
Hooray!! We finally get to see the (much needed) closure of HiraSakoâs *gestures wildly* everything, in that moment my spirit synced up with Inugami.Â
Iâm sure it doesnât take a genius to point out Sako had an unhealthy dependency towards Hiragi from when they were kids up âtil the Shishitoren arc. On the surface level, Sakoâs reasons for getting back at him may seem very immature and they are but I also see where it stemmed from. Hiragi was essentially the first to take a chance on him when he was at his lowest and gave him a chance to better himself.   Hiragi to him was the pinnacle of strength and security, his guiding light (Chapter 15). He likely thought that even when things change, he would always be by his side because with him, heâs safeâwith him, heâs strong. Stronger than he was before, someone who wouldnât let bullies trample over him.
So when the latter told him he was following Ume and that he should follow his own path, which is normally very inspiring, Sako took it as abandonment. In his eyes, his pillar of strength was no longer holding up the weight of his (Hiragiâs) own roof but rather someone elseâs (Umemiyaâsâ) and he was left in the ruins (dramatic ass analogy I know but it works).
âIf Hiragi had been the source of his strength, then if he beats Hiragi that means heâs reclaiming that strength as his own right?â was what probably went through his head when he started picking fights and joined Shishitoren.
His reliance on Hiragi was still there but now it was twisted and he likely started hating himself for having been content with remaining a follower. If you asked my personal thoughts about this, I would say it was unfair. Not just for Hiragi bearing the weight of his unreasonable expectations, but also for Sako himself whose helplessness as a child manifested into the ugly beast that is emotional dependency.Â
Deep down, he was still the same hurt child who couldnât fight back against his bullies and needed someone to support him. When that support came and fell through, he thought defeating Hiragi was his way of proving to himself that he can stand on his own without relying on others. The point when things finally climaxed (aka the Hiragi vs Sako fight) was the moment when Sako had begun letting go of his heart demons. Turns out he just needed to have a talk or two with Hiragi. Communication and respect are the keys to any healthy relationship after all, even if said communication is thru fists but they are delinquents so ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ.Â
With that tangent on Sakoâs previous ideologies out of the way, another thing I noticed in his official apology was that he called Inugami âkohaiâ and also like other things he said, but mainly that part. Maybe Iâm reading into it or im late to the party, but me thinks he was somewhat of recluse in Shishitoren. Like sure, he wouldnât be outright hostile but he wouldnât be actively making friends either.
When Inugami first appeared and was very comfortable talking to him, it made me think âah this is Sakoâs new bestie when he came to Shishitoren, itâs good someone was there for him while he was gunning for Hiragiâ.  But with this new context, in my head it makes sense if he only joined because he wanted revenge so he likely wouldnât have reached out if he was so fixated on his goals. And with the whole uh pre-Shishitoren arc Choji and Togame thing going around, yeah I wouldnât also be eager to make be friendly with them too. But somewhere along the way he got attached to them, he just didnât realized it at the time.
After Bofurin bulldozes in with their life changing fists and kicks, Sako leaving wouldnât have been a hard decision for him to make since (1) heâs got presumably no friends and (2) he wants to wallow in self pity alone for a good long while. Then comes crashing in sweet boy Inugami and honestly? I donât blame Sako for spilling his entire backstory on the guy. I mean look at his face!!Â
Heâs Sakoâs emotional support dog.Â
Anyways, in my heart Iâd like to believe Inugami was the second person to reach out to him. Offering him another chance to lean on support and start anew on learning to be okay with accepting a hand or two but not to the extreme. Trusting others and letting people in again, but also learning to trust in himself too.
And so far, things are going pretty well for him. Found family within Shishitoren, got someone whoâs unafraid to keep him in check and repaired his relationship with Hiragi & his other childhood friends! Throwing all the confetti and sweets for him <3
HOO-WEE THAT WAS SO FUCKING LONG đđÂ
I wanted to add more to this latter half of this discussion but the Sako-brainrot took over, so iâll just briefly cover my thoughts on Sakuraâs progress.
Two words: SAKURAâS GROWTH!Â
HE IS BLOOMING IN THE SUMMER HEAT OF JULY, HEâS RADIANT AND HIS SKINS GLOWING AS HE SMILES, IM SMOTHERING HIM IN A PILE OF FLOWER BOUQUETS -*ahem*
Sakura really has come a really long way from the person he was 4 months ago and itâs a real tear-jerker. Even if he didnât say it to their faces directly, he called his class his friends and he hangs out with the others (their allies) on his own whenever he has the time. Sakuraâs getting comfortable with all of them and I cannot believe that after 160+ chapters this is the first canonical mention of the âstray catâ analogy. His first year and he already won the hearts of so many people, deserved really đ.Â
Honorable mentions:
The Kanuma and Suo reunion Iâve been waiting for đđ. But itâs not enough,, so Iâm gonna post a doodle of their mini interaction to satisfy my craving for enemies to friends and/or lovers suonuma đđ
!!Togame and Choji apologizing to Kaji!! I almost forgot Choji completely trashed him and other Furin students on his way to the school. Â
This panel is my everything, itâs so sweet like yâALL IâM HERE THINKING ABOUT WHO KNOWS HOW LONG YANAGIDA AND MATSUMOTO HAVENâT SEEN AND TALKED TO THEIR CUTE KOHAI WHO FOLLOWED HIRAGI AROUND LIKE A DUCKLING. IM UGGHHH- *stumbles to the ground and wails pathetically*
Sugi? Sweet boy, what are you contemplating about đ? If you asked me, I hope itâs about Sakura AND/OR will be relevant to the next arc of the series because my body is simultaneously ready and not ready for new antagonists.
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Once again singing my praises to Nii-sensei, his team and the official english translation staff. My head is constantly in a spin for these characters and their interactions with one another. And thank yâall for being patient with me for this post and for reading til the end.
#wbk chatter#tonpu market street art#wind breaker#wind breaker nii satoru#wind breaker spoilers#wind breaker chapter 160#wind breaker chapter 161#sako kota#sakura haruka#bofurin#shishitoren#gravel (wind breaker)#PUMPING OUT LATE POSTS I KNOWW#my surprising feelings for sako clawed its way out into the open#this post also made realize how much harem potential the tamon leaders of each class has to offer sksk#like what is with this faction#watch me post simultaneously my other drafts lining up after this sksk#ALSO WHERE WAS URYU AND SEIRYU IN THE BBQ#DID I MISS THEM OR SMTHING IN BETWEEN A PANEL OR TWO?
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An Autobiography in Books
We made a list, my mom and I, of all the picture books we loved best
All the Places to Love, which made my mom and my aunt cry together on a summer day once and I didn't understand why
Miss Rumphius
Miss Fanny's Hats
Doctor Suess's books - all of them. We used to have Suess-a-thons on snow days, all curled up together under covers in my parent's bed.
The Best Place, which was probably our favorite
(I would still like to have a screen porch someday, like the Old Wolf)
We had only just moved when we listened to Mr. Revere and I in the car on cassette tape. My parents had to pause it every few chapters to answer our questions, but after we finished with it I played Sons of Liberty with my dolls for years.
And over the years, my parents must have read the Laura and Mary books (so I called them) aloud to me twenty or thirty times. Silver Lake was my favorite. I didn't much mind which parent read them to me, except for Farmer Boy. That book belonged exclusively to my dad.
Pages and pages. I'm in my pajamas with a glass of chocolate milk. My mom or my dad sits on the edge of my bed. Ramona and Avonlea and Where the Red Fern Grows.
My first grade teacher read us a picture book that had a witch in it. I told my mom when I got home. "Can you write me a note to sit out?" I asked, thinking of the previous year's Halloween party.
"What was the book called?" my mom asked me.
"The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe."
My mom laughed. "That's a Christian book," she said. "There's a longer version. We can read it together."
My mom's copy of Little Women had gilt pages and the most beautiful painted illustrations. Sometimes, I would open the book up and flip through it, just to look at the pictures and feel the paper on my hands.
I still dream about running away to live in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, like Claudia in From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
There was a book called For Freedom, which almost no one else seems to have heard of.
It was about a teenage girl training to be an opera singer in occupied France.
She was a spy who carried coded messages in the hollowed out heel of her shoe.
In the end, her voice gave out while singing Carmen, which to me seemed a fate worse than death.
She- the girl in the book- would pray: "God, make me brave. Make me brave and make me sing. Protect my family. Make me brave."
I won a Hunger Games trivia contest at my library before Mockingjay was released.
In sixth grade, my friends and I all read Shannon Hale's The Books of Bayern together. There were four of us and four female heroines. We each chose one and we played pretend: Elizabeth was Isi, Lauren was Dasha, Morgan was Rin, and I was Enna
(And then!)
My whole world blossomed into color when I read Gone with the Wind. I had never known such books existed! I remember a kind of frenetic eagerness. A thousand pages in less than a week, and I came away with a fierce, joyful love for messy antiheroines, sprawling epics, and bittersweet endings.
"Recommend me some more of your favorites!" I begged my mother. She handed me Jane Austen, Edith Wharton, the Brontes.
Jane Eyre was a challenge. I was forever flipping to the footnotes in the back of the book, translating the French dialogue and making note of all the words I didn't know. My reading pace was like frozen molasses and I remember several times thinking "Why is this so much harder than Gone with the Wind?"
But by the end, I saw myself in Jane. I was quiet, like her, and I hoped I could capture some of her integrity.
I read Kristin Cashore's Fire right in the middle of my forray into Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility before, Emma and Persuasion after. For that reason, my mind insists on erroneously filing Fire with Austen's work, a sort of forbidden sixth novel. It does feature
a beautiful, clever heroine who plays an instrument and wanders through the forest,
a romance with a stern but kind young military man,
and issues of class, wealth, and family,
so maybe it's an okay thing if it stays.
Anna Karenina was magic, pure and simple. I couldn't shut up about it. Eventually, my friends begged me to stop quoting. "I think you're even more into Anna Karenina than Narnia nowadays!" This assertion offended me; Narnia will always be my favorite.
(Here, I started high school.)
How to describe the first experience I had with The Age of Innocence?
I read it sitting in a sunbeam over several summer afternoons.
When I was finished, I flipped it back over and read it again.
I think I mostly wanted to embrace Ellen and tell her she was very brave.
I wanted to tell Archer that he wasn't, but that he should be.
My dad gave me a copy of The Story of Earth by Robert Hazen. It was a secular history of Earth's geology and biology, but it had just the slimmest glimmer of theism around the edges. I think this book has set the course of my life more directly than any other.
I read War and Peace and Atlas Shrugged back to back the same summer I read The Story of Earth. What a summer of ideas that was.
More needs be said about War and Peace: I set out to read it because I wanted to conquer it, but then I read Natasha and Sonya gazing at the lovely moon with Andrei below. I was still in my sundress and gold eyeliner from church, and reading Natasha's "Oh, how lovely," I felt positively celestial.
So it was that conquest became a love affair.
The Killer Angels came in the first full year of my battle with chronic illness. It was hopeful, brave and sad; it made me proud to be an American and equally proud to be fighting my own small battle. I wondered if I had any hope of winning.
On the mornings when I didn't have migraines, I sat on a certain bench outside the gym complex with a book until 7:59. I ignored everyone who spoke to me.
I didn't like The Lord of the Rings the first time I read it. I was dreadfully disappointed because I expected to find Narnia. Yet in the pages of The Return of the King, I found no Aslan, only Aragorn.
(Here, I began college.)
The Far Pavilions was just the epic I needed my first year. The migraines were bad; I was alone and in pain and my thoughts were muddled, but whenever Ash thought how unfair his lot was, I felt a little better in mine.
After considerable peer-pressure, I re-read The Lord of the Rings- on it's own terms this time- and at last I loved it.
Then I read The Silmarillion and made all the same mistakes.
It took me four attempts to finally understand the glory of Tolkien's writings.
I read most of The Gulag Archipelago crammed in the back of a van on a road trip to Florida. It was too loud - people talking over one another, radio cranked up high - and I could barely move my legs from where they were pinned to the seat in front of me. My shoulders spasmed and ached. I felt that book in some small yet visceral way. My physical discomfort made the suffering more immediate, which allowed the Solzhenitsyn's knife-words to cut me deeper than they could have otherwise.
Solzhenitsyn got some stuff wrong, my dad says. He just didn't have access to the best information. Try Anne Applebaum, if you really want to know about the gulags. But how can I replicate the experience of reading The Gulag Archipelago in the back of that van?
I was reading Nicolas and Alexandra the next-to last-time I saw my grandfather alive. We sat in the cafeteria in his nursing home and I recounted the most interesting bits for him.
I wasn't finished reading it by the time I left. I'm glad I was reading history that trip; my granddad already knew the ending.
Villette was a book about loneliness and Protestantism. It made me feel less lonely and more Protestant, which is exactly what I look for in a new favorite book.
(Okay fine, I do quite like Wuthering Heights actually, though I wouldn't call it a favorite. Are you happy?)
I picked up The October Horse for quite a shallow reason: because I learned that Julius Caesar was an epileptic, and epilepsy is quite closely related to migraine.
Julius Caesar and Ulysses S. Grant, those were my guys. However, I'd read Grant's memoir all the way back in fifth grade, so Caesar it was.
The rich velvet of Colleen McCullough 's writing came as a delightful surprise, and The Thorn Birds (soon to be another favorite) soon followed.
(It's getting harder to write this now. It's harder to write about more recent history, even indirectly.)
The Master and Margarita was strange and fascinating and I couldn't look away. I have spoken and written hundreds and thousands of words trying to explain it's appeal. I have evangelized on behalf of this book, but ultimately all I can say is: Go read it. Read it right now.
The Sparrow made me weep more times than I would like to admit. Like Emilio Sandoz, in reading it I felt naked before God. How horrible and how lovely a thing it was.
Which of this year's books will I carry with me into the future? This Too Shall Last for practical advice? Dead Souls for justice, Pyrenesi for joy, Deathless for beautiful prose? The Queen of Attolia for friendship, perhaps, or Six of Crows for my sister? Only time will tell which shapes me most.
#this is super self indulgent#but i think anyone who reads it will understand /me/ on a very deep level#if anyone else would be interested in writing a piece similar to this i would be super super interested in reading it!#i think 'here are the books that have mattered to me' is one of the best glimpses of anyone's heart that there is#because (say it with me):#literature makes us more human#that said it ended up way longer than expected (and I still left out a LOT of favorites) so congrats to you if you read it#i did very much have an audience of me when i wrote it#pontifications and creations
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I make it sticky like
yeonjun x fem!reader
synopsis: you decide to ditch condoms.Â
warnings: đ!!! slight breeding kink?, no protection, talk of birth control, yeonjun calls reader baby, creampie, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 1.2kÂ
an: a little something for yeonjuns bday! not proofread sorry! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]
It wasn't a big deal when you suggested ditching condoms. the two of you on a facetime call while you sat alone in your apartment studying. yeonjun had been tasked by his roommates to pick a few things they had forgotten to grab for dinner. picking up the phone with a single question for you since he was already at the store.
âI donât remember if I left any spare condoms at your place and I know I'm out at mine after the last time you were over,â
âum let me check,â and even though you didnât live together you both had drawers of things at the other apartment. spare changes of clothes, toiletries, and random pieces of jewelry found in every nook and cranny. you shuffled over to your side first checking and coming up empty. When you pulled open yeonjuns drawer you found the little empty box holding it up in front of your phone to show him, âNope all used up,â you crumpled the thin cardboard tossing it in the bin next to your desk.
âI'll pick up a box for mine and a box for yours,â you could see him examining the fruit second in front of him,âhow do you know if youâre grabbing good apples?â he asks at the same time you say, âI mean you donât have to,â
you had already set your phone back up against your open laptop, pen in hand ready to get back to going over your notes when he muttered a soft, âwhat?â it was the way he had said it that made you look up. all efforts toward picking out the right fruit were gone as he thought over whether he had heard you right or not.
âI mean I've been on my birth control for a few months now but itâs just a suggestion if youâre more comfortable with condoms still that's fine too,â
âNo, I'll just leave them off the list then,â and he was back to looking at the apples, brows furrowed and his jaw tight, âand i'll just pick up strawberries instead,â
it was the end of that conversation and you didnât think about it much, you two had been having sex for longer than you expected the two of you to last without ditching condoms so it seemed so natural a progression. The fact you two hadnât forgotten once or twice to come prepared was something to be a little proud of. and when you wished yeonjun a safe drive back home hanging up your call you didn't think you would hear back from him until after dinner.
To your surprise, you got a knock on your door and he was standing right in front of you. âwhat are you doing here I thought-â
âI just dropped off whatever I got I couldnât stay there,â
you pulled open the door letting him in, âwhy? I thought you had been excited for-,â you had only just twisted the lock when he had you pinned against the door. hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours, you almost couldn't catch your breath, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt letting him have control.
âYou canât drop a bombshell and not reap the consequences,â he mutters in between kisses, lips working down your jaw, nipping at your skin.
âbombshell? jjunie what are you talking about?â but you realize almost as soon as the words are out of your mouth aided by the way his erection is pushed against you. âoh,â you breathe, his hips rocking against yours for friction. how you didnât realize the switch in his demeanor as soon as you made the suggestion was lost on you, but it was exactly the look he gave when teased him in public, all his short answers and slight pout making sense now.
âI need you so bad,â his hands already pushing into the waistband of your shorts. the two of you stumbled to your room and when the back of your legs hit the bed you fell back taking him along with you.
In all the time you've been together yeonjun never skipped out on getting you off at least once before having you get off another time on his cock. only he was frantic in stripping you down, your hand instinctively reaching out to the nightstand only for your wrist to be caught in his grasp, âall out,â he reminds you free hand circling your clit, dipping along your folds to check how wet you are.
âhabit,â you gasp, spreading your legs, rolling your hips to try and meet his fingers but he pulls his hand away to grab his aching cock.
as soon as he presses into you, you can tell the difference, the both of you letting out deep moans. every slow inch stretching you out, no barrier as you feel every ridge and vein. youâre practically sucking him in, his hips stuttering in their thrusts at the feeling of bottoming out, his face is pressed into your neck as he tries to calm himself, tell himself to take it slow but youâre a little devil as you mutter, âare you going to pump me full of your cum?â
you can feel his moan rumble through his chest, cock twitching inside you at the question. he doesn't even care if he seems desperate because he is, he won't ever hide that he wants you. âyes,â he nods, moving so that he notches the back of your knees in the crook of his elbows. âI'm going to make you fucking sticky with how much comes out,â
youâre completly stuffed full of his cock, hips snapping into yours as he picks up the pace, the soft slapping sounds growing louder and louder, the angel youâre at sends him right to you gspot, your head rolling back as you reach out to grab his biceps, nails digging into his skin. your orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach as yeonjun mumbles, âBeg, beg me for my cum,â
âPlease, please, I need it jjunie, I want to be stuffed full of it,â his hair is stuck to his brow, his moans building up in his throat as he gets sloppy with his thrusts. âI'm going to fuck you full of it baby,â he gives a particularly hard thrust that sends you over the edge, pussy convulsing around him as you cum.
âI'm gonna-â he canât even get the words out before his eyes are rolling back all his muscles tensing as he cums, body trembling as he shoots his hot load inside you every slow thrust pushing it further and further into you. his orgasm lasts so much longer than usual, the intensity shocking him as he presses himself against you, holding you as close as he can.
âfuck,â he says against your pulse trying to catch his breath, âI didnât think iâd cum so fast,â you canât help but giggle bushing your fingers through his hair. When he finally pulls out he looks in amazement, âPush it out baby,â thumb rubbing at your clit making you twitch as he watches how your mixed wetness drips down and out of you.
âI've wanted to see that for so longâ he slides his fingers through your folds picking up as much of his cream as he can before shoving it right back into you, your knees trying to close in at the sensation. âjust look at that,â he whispers looking at all the sticky slick on his fingers, âI could get used to this,â
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Endless Summer || j.jk
~ Pairing: jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader
~ Genre: academic rivals to lovers , fluff, angst, smut, college au, slowburn
~ Summary: Summer vacation was right around the corner. Being in a program that required you at the beach every day was a big pro. After seeing Jeon Jungkook at the same beach as you everything was ruined. Jungkook was the schoolâs heartthrob. Girls throwing themselves at him left and right, going to parties every other day, and coming in and out of those parties with different girls. Not to mention heâs the biggest dick youâve ever met. Avoiding him was in your best interest. His being there threw avoiding him out the window. Summer canât be that bad. Right?
~ word count: 13.4k
~ Warnings: golden era!jk (yes this is a warning) oral (m & f receiving), doggy, dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be smart), aftercare, so much fluff!
~ A/n: God, this is my first time writing ever!! I really hope this finds the right audience and readers please enjoy. i pray this doesnât come off as a boring story pls pls show some support, itâd be soooo appreciated đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ! Happy reading!
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For the past thirty minutes you sat staring at your suitcase still trying to figure out what the hell to pack for the next months. The program that you joined had asked everyone if they wanted to go on a trip for extra credit to work for the beach down by Busan for junior year. Not that you needed it, you had zero plans made for this summer.
Nikiâs out of town visiting her family for the summer and Soheeâs out doing what Sohee does, probably out exploring abandoned places or getting high somewhere. Who knows? You decided to get up and start packing. You walked over to your closet to skim over your outfits and carefully picked out a few outfits for the next few months. After two hours of packing, your phone dings with a notification from Niki
Niki: omg canât believe itâs summer already! have fun on your little trip down to Busan. If anything happens call or text me right away! Luv ya!
You smile down at your phone. You and Niki have been friends for years, you first met in your freshman year of high school. She taught you everything, from how to do your make-up and style your clothes and all that fun stuff. Funny how you both got into the same college and ended up sharing the same dorm. Sheâs gone around the campus having different guys in and out. You would say you guys are complete opposites. You would rather stay in and watch a movie or something instead of going out and partying with drunk college students and grinding my body against sweaty skin.
After finishing up the last of your packing you respond.
Me: heyyy, omg I know! The school year went by so fast, say hi to your mom n dad for me and give Nani kisses for me! And of course, youâll always be the first to know everything! Luv u too! Enjoy your summer âĄ
Putting your phone down, you check when you are supposed to leave and meet everyone at the train station. The ticket said 8:00 am. You set your alarm for tomorrow and get ready for bed. Checking your phone for the last time you turn the lights off and drift off to dreamland.
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Waking up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear. Itâs near 6:00 am, you get up and start getting ready. Walking into the bathroom you bring out your skin care routine. After finishing up and brushing your teeth, you go back to where your vanity is and start with your makeup.
Choosing what to wear was easy, you chose a simple outfit. An oversized black hoodie, black parachute cargos, and white gamma forces. You come out of your room to the living room and take your bag off the counter and get the rest of the bags for the trip. The drive to the train station took longer than expected. Traffic was horrible. The ride was said to be only about 30 minutes, you ended up getting there about an hour later.
After blasting music on the way there you had finally arrived, you see a few of your classmates from previous classes and walk up to say hi. âYunjin!â You shouted her name, catching her attention.
She waves at you and starts making her way over. âOh my god hey girl!â She goes in for a hug and starts talking about the next two months. âThis is so exciting! Iâve been waiting for this trip for so long, I hope we get free time because Iâm too exhausted from all those tests.â She says with low shoulders. Out of nowhere she gasps and turns to you âYouâll never fucking guess who I just sawâ You look at her with a curious face âWho?â she leans in closer âJeon Jungkookâ. Your face had gone red. Hearing Jungkookâs name coming out of her mouth left you shocked. Not forgetting the history, you and the boy had.
It all started in junior high in the 7th grade. You had finished your final tests of the year, and the scores were finally out for everyone to see. As you walked up to the board, expecting to read your name first as it always is on top of the board. Standing behind a tall boy with dark raven hair you moved to the side to peek at the score you had got.
Before you could even take a glance at the highest score the boy yells close to your ear. He jumps in the air and says âLETS FUCKING GOâ he turns around and notices you, he looks you in the eye before walking away. You go up to the board and look for your name. Right above your name is Jeon Jungkook.
You couldnât believe your eyes that he out of all people managed to score above you. You glare at him and say âHey! Did you cheat?! Thereâs no way you have the highest score after me when you couldnât even place last year!â He scoffs at you and looks at you with narrowed eyes âIâve earned that spot being last doesnât feel good right? Stop being such a conceited bitch and learn how to share the board. Accept you're not the smartest in the schoolâ he snares and walks away. You had felt a surge of anger towards that day and couldnât stand to be around him for the rest of your life. You promised yourself to avoid any contact with Jeon Jungkook and to make sure he never topped you again.
After staring at him for atleast five minutes you snap out of your thoughts. Looking over at Yunjin you say âWhat is he doing here? Iâve never seen him attend any of the meetings or give any interest in the programâ she looks back at you after looking at him âYeah, he and Yuno are close friends. I guess he brought it up to him and took it upon himself to ask Jungkook to the tripâ she shrugs. You glance over at him again and see him talking to Yuno. You never noticed his pretty features. You hadn't seen him since you bumped into him at the cafĂ© all those months ago. His hair got longer, he has more piercings, and a lot more tattoos on his right arm. Has he always looked this good?
No, thinking like this is wrong. You needed to remember all the cruel names he called you. You decided to look away after hearing the announcements on the speaker. âTrain number 7 now boarding.â is heard. Going to grab your things a hand is placed on top of one of yours. You look up and you're met with those same eyes that looked at you with hate.
âYou need help with that?â he smiles at you âNo thanks I got itâ. You quickly take the bag from his hand and board the train. Luckily, you had moved quickly enough so you could get a shared booth with Yunjin. You place your bags in the overhead compartment and get settled. It would take you about 3 hours to get there. Now settled in your seat you lay back with your head resting on the head rest and blast your music. Just as you became relaxed you felt your hoodie become wet with liquid.
âOh shit, my badâ he says
You look up at the voice. Of course, itâs him. Jungkook looks up at you and rolls his eyes.
âNice going dumbassâ you say under your breath.
Yunjin grabs tissue from her purse to help and says âGod, what the hell is his problem? He really had the audacity to walk away and not even apologies.â she said.
After heading to the washroom and putting on an extra T-shirt you had in your bag you walk back to your seat but not before you look up to see Jungkook, watching as you walk past him, you turn your head forward and sit back into your seat. This is going to be a long ride.
~
Arriving at the dorms was a hassle. Taking everyone's stuff off the train was a breeze but sorting everybody into two buses was more difficult than it should have been. Surprisingly enough you and Yunjin ended up sharing a bigger dorm with two other girls, Irene and Jini. You and Irene shared the same economics class and Jini had recently signed up for this program.
You walked around the building and noticed a pool and a hot tub placed in the back. The kitchen area was big enough for atleast fifteen people. Walking back to the common area, everyone went their own ways into their rooms and decided to meet up around one for lunch. After opening the door to your home for the next two months, you were met with the most beautiful window view. Looking out to the beach you could see the waves crashing against the shore and people enjoying their time with their families and loved ones.
After taking in the view, you walked over to your bag to pick an outfit out for lunch. You lift up one of the outfits you had picked out while packing. Touching up your makeup and getting your shoes on, you all leave to head down to meet everyone in the common area. As you walked out of your dorm, you were (yet again) met with the sight of Jungkook as you looked at each other. His dorm is right across from yours. Great! You had thought, this summer couldnât get any worse. He looks at you up and down, smirks and walks away.
~
You walk down the stairs to see a few people waiting. As you were waiting, you met up with Irene and Jini, Yunjin was still getting ready as were a few other people. Looking around the room you catch Jungkook taking a glimpse of you with his hands in his pockets. He wore a fitted T-shirt with his arm full of tattoos on display along with cargo pants. You make eye contact with him for several seconds before looking away to find Yunjin.
Finally, everyone in count went into separate cars and explored what the city had in store for them. Busan was a big city; there was so much to do. An option you had was to look around for places you could eat at while you spent your time there. You decided to walk around and look at the stores. A small old lady had her hand out waving you over to her stand. âI have a beautiful bracelet that has your name written all over it,â she said.
âItâs really pretty but I'm not looking to buy anything right nowâ you kindly declined her offer
âPlease have it for free, it compliments you so wellâ she raises her hand with the bracelet
It was decorated in white shells and blue starfish charms. You took the bracelet from her hand, and you thanked her. Finished figuring out where to settle you chose a restaurant that wasnât far from where the car was parked.
Finding a table wasnât difficult. The place wasnât packed besides a few of the other students that chose the same spot were empty. The empty space was filled with the noise of the bell at the top of the door, you look up to see where the noise had come from and thatâs when you see Jungkook. He stood there with Yuno and the rest of his other friends. He goes to sit at a table near yours.
You made eye contact, and he scoffed. You roll your eyes at him, and he speaks up
âAre you following me or something? You seem to be everywhere I am.â
You glare at him âAre you sure it's not the opposite? Every time I look up you happen to be where I am every single timeâ
He looks at you like you're mental âI think someoneâs a little stalker we chose this place before you guys walked inâ he sneered at you.
You look up to him and cross your arms, âI think the one obsessed is you, every damn time I look up there you are literally staring into my soul, what the fuck is your problem.â
âNo problem here like you said I just happen to be here when you areâ he shrugs
âAssholeâ you mumble
Walking back to your table you feel his stare burning into the back of your head.
When you excuse yourself to the bathroom you couldnât help but look up at Jungkook. He was laughing with his friends with his hands on his lap; manspreading. âGod, damn it does he have to be so fineâ You mumble under your breath
After freshening up you walk back to the table, and you see a girl next to him. Sheâs touching on his tattooed arm and giggling at what he said. You felt this weird sensation in your stomach. Was it jealousy? No way, but he canât possibly be that funny sheâs holding her stomach.
Walking back to the girls and sitting back down. Irene notices something off about your mood.
âHey, are you okay?â Irene placed a hand on your back.
âYou look a little redâ You take your phone out to check your face. You needed to calm down.
âOh, itâs just getting a little hot in here is all.â She gives you a soft smile and nods her head
After lunch was over, you decided to take a walk around the city to look around and find something to do to pass the time. Jini had found a photo booth near one of the stands selling handmade pictures âGuys!â she exclaimed âLetâs take some pictures!â Ten poses later, Yunjin found a bakery and got something to snack on while you looked around. After waiting for Yunjin and Jini you all decided to hang out and look at the scenery.
~
Walking back to the dorms it was sunset hour. The walk back to the dorms was breathtaking. The sun was setting low over the horizon, and the sounds of the waves crashing were soothing. When you got back to the dorms everyone filed to their rooms to relax and figure out the plan for what to do for dinner. You ended up texting Niki and telling her about today.
Me: Omg Niki, today was our first day of the beach program. We went out and explored Busan. Itâs so beautiful over here I wish you could see for yourself.
Me: But youâll never guess who Iâm spending the next two months with
I wait for her to respond. It only takes a couple seconds until I see the three grey dots pop up on my screen.
Niki: Aww I miss you so much we should take a girl's trip soon! But pleaseeee tell me itâs not who I think it is
Me: Jeon Jungkook
Niki: NO YOURE LYING
You chuckle at her response
Me: Iâm being serious
Niki: I thought he was stupid and didnât show up to the meetings how did he know about this trip?
Me: Supposedly heâs friends with Yunoâs group and Yuno told him about the trip.
Waiting another few seconds until the three dots appear again.
Niki: Of course, heâs friends with them they all fuck around especially Jungkook
Me: Youâre right, I shouldâve known they were friends. Anyways I gotta get ready for dinner soon, Iâll update you if anything else happens.
This time she takes a few minutes
Niki: Alrighty! Enjoy your dinner and you BETTER tell me everything! I love you and stay safe!
You smile at her last text. Putting your phone down you start to get ready for tonight. The mentor wanted everyone to have dinner together so they could discuss the plans for tomorrow. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the sweat from todayâs adventures and redo your makeup in a different style. You curled your hair and chose different shoes, deciding to go with low pumps to make walking around easier. The dress you had picked out was a simple little summer dress with small flowers decorated all over.
~
Walking downstairs you see Jungkook with Eunwoo talking. Heâs cladded with a black blazer with a white shirt underneath paired with black dress pants and white shoes. In all honesty he looked handsome tonight. His hair is slicked back and he's wearing a chain around his neck with rings on his fingers.
As you make your way down the stairs, he looks up from Eunwoo to you. He looks back down and finishes his conversation with a smile.
âHe looks like heâs about to eat you alive. I donât blame him; you look so goodâ Yunjin says
You smile at her and compliment her back âOh my God, are you kidding? You took my breath away the second you walked out of the room; I love your makeupâ you say giggling. The mentor comes up and introduces himself when everyone seems to be present.
âHello everyone, my name is Mr. Kwan I will be in charge of everything that goes on around here and I will be announcing our activities for the next month or so.â
You look around and your eyes land on Jungkook. Heâs standing next to Yuno now with his arms crossed. He must have felt your stare because he turned his head towards you and then to the floor. You can make out a faint smirk on his lip. You look away with a confused expression and take your phone out to check if you have something on your face. Not seeing anything you shake it off and turn your attention to Mr. Kwan
âTomorrow is when we start your tasks. I will assign each of you to a job and thatâs the task you must do for that week, every other week each group will switch tasks. You will get to have a day off as a break. Do I make myself clear?â Mr. Kwan says.
There's a mix of yeses and head shakes. He takes out a clip board and tells us what to do next. âOkay, I have two boards with the list of names, please take turns finding your name on either one of theseâ He places them down on a table and asks, âAny questions?â One of the many students, Vernon, raised his hand and asked, âCan we go out after hours?â
âNo, everyone should be in their rooms with lights off, no sneaking out or bringing outside guestâ As you walk over to the beach cleanup board and find your name nowhere to be seen. Finally walking to lifeguard duty, there your name was. But right under it say. Jeon Jungkook.
This means youâd have to spend the next two months in the presence of Jungkook. Shaking your head, you turn around back to Yunjin to figure out what she had gotten. But instead, you're met with a firm chest. Looking up to meet the face of the person you see him; he has his hands on your elbows to stabilize me.
âWatch where youâre going.â he says with furrowed brows.
He lets go of you and walks over to the clip boards. You hear him chuckle.
âWhatâs so funny?â You asked him.
He turns around to face me and says, âI have to spend my days at the beach with you? For two months? Iâm going to die if I even spend another minute with you.â he shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose.
âYeah, well Iâm not so fond of you either Jeon. So, stop bitching about it, Iâm not excited about it eitherâ with that I roll my eyes and walk away.
~
At the restaurant everyone picked their own tables. You see Jungkook a few more tables down from where youâre sat, thank God. You took your seat next to Yunjin and talked about the events for the upcoming week.
âWhat did you get for this week?â I asked her.
âI have clean up duty. I heard the weatherâs supposed to be nice so Iâm not too worriedâ You clear your throat and sit up in your seat. âI have lifeguard duty and guess who Iâm with.â You look over to Jungkook and he has a grin on his face with his arms crossed and his head tilted down.
âOh no.â she says placing a hand on your arm
âI have to spend the next two months with him every single day. I donât know how Iâll surviveâ you say rubbing your head.
~
Nearing the end of the dinner everyone gets up to leave and go back to the dorms. The restaurant was only a few minutes away, so some decided to walk. Those âsomeâ being you and your group, Jungkook and his, and a couple of other students. As youâre walking, you see Jungkook walking aside Yuno.
He has his hands in his pocket and heâs looking out at the beach. It looked beautiful tonight, the moon lit up the sand and the stars were beaming. Not looking at where you were stepping, you had tripped over your feet and waited to hit the floor. But you never made contact.
Instead, you feel a strong set of arms around your waist, and when you open your eyes; you see Jungkook looking down at you. You stayed still for a few seconds before he lifted you back up. His hold tight around you tight
âBe careful, idiotâ he said before letting go
I stared at him. You had question why he didnât just stand there and let you fall. He turned around to catch up with his friends and continued to walk back to the dorms like nothing happened
~
Back at the dorms everyone goes to their respected rooms and gets ready for bed. As Irene went to turn off the light, she heard a knock on the door. You get up from the bed and check to see who it is. When you open the door and youâre met with Jungkook and Yuno. Yuno speaks up and says, âWere going out, if you wanna join us you can.â Irene and Jini walk up to me
âWhoâs at the doorâ Irene and Yuno meet eyes. He smiles at her.
âUm, were just gonna go out and hang, I was just saying that guys can come and join us if you want.â
âUh yeah sureâ she says.
âAlright, cool meet you guys down there in a fewâ You go to look up at him, but Jungkook had already had his eyes on you looking you up and down smiling. Thatâs when you realized youâre in a Hello Kitty pajama set. Looking down you quickly push past Irene and Jini.
Yunjin was fast asleep already, quietly making your way to the bathroom to get the stuff you need and change out of your clothes. You end up wearing a plain gray T-shirt with black baggy sweats
Finally done putting makeup on, only putting on some light foundation and lip gloss, you put on some white sneakers and start to head out with the girls. Closing the door softly, you walk out and see Jungkook with his arms crossed and back against the wall next to his door. He looks up and says, âWhere are your Hello Kitty pajamas?â he chuckles. you stopped to glare at him and walk away. Before you could reach the first step, you felt his grip on my arm.
âArenât you scared were gonna get caught little miss goody two shoesâ he raised his eyebrows.
âGo away, Iâm only going out because YOUR friend invited us, and all my other friends are going out with you guys. I donât want to be stuck in the dorm not doing anything.â
âAnd donât judge my Hello Kitty pjâs I saw the big ass plush sitting on your bed when I went to go downstairs earlierâ
He stops for a minute as he watches you ascend down the stairs. Hearing his loud footsteps following close behind you. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you see your friends waiting for you.
âWhat took you so long?â Jini asked
âAsk himâ you point at Jungkook
âSo where are we going?â you asked
âThereâs a bonfire my friend is hosting. Thereâs gonna be so much we can do, I canât stay in that tiny ass dorm all dayâ Yuno exclaimed. As youâre walking to the beach you feel someone walking next to you. Jungkook looks straight ahead as you make your way down to the bonfire. His hair is still damp from the shower he took, heâs wearing a gray crewneck with black shorts. His hands in his pocket he speaks up âWhy are you on this trip?â
âI could be asking you the same thing. I havenât seen you at a single meeting yet now all of a sudden, youâre interested?â
âOh? So you pay attention to me now?â he looks down smiling
âNo, itâs just that you never cared or even bothered listening to what anyone said about this program so now do you feel the need to participate in it?â
He looks everywhere but you.
âI donât know, I heard someone was going to be here and decided fuck it and signed up.â he shrugs with his hands behind his back. You look up at him with a curious look on your face. As you were about to speak up you hear Yunoâs voice
âYo, JK we could use a little help over hereâ
Jungkook looks back at you and says âGotta go, donât go tripping when Iâm not here to catch youâ he winks at you
He runs down to help the guys and youâre left confused.
~
Everyone was surrounded by the fire, drinking, and having a good time. Jungkook is across from where youâre sitting and heâs laughing about something his friend said. He looks up and meets your eyes and you quickly turn your head to look away. From the corner of your eye, Jungkook stands up to walk to the cooler next to him. He picks up a cool beer and makes his way over to you. He hands you the beer and sits next to you.
âHow do you like it so far?â he asked
âWhy are you being nice to me? You acted like you hated me the whole dayâ your eyebrows furrowed
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou know what itâs getting late, and I donât have time to deal with you right nowâ
He stands up as the same time as you and grabs your arm âWaitâ, you stop and look at him
âAt least let me walk you back to the dormsâ
Hesitantly agreeing, he lets go of your arm and you both make your way back to the rooms.
~
Itâs the first day of your tasks. Everybody separates into different cars. The beach youâre working at is only a 30-minute drive. All the seats are taken except for the one next to the person you prayed you wouldnât have to see until you got to the beach. Jungkook looked at you and looked down on his lap. You finally went to sit down next to him. You put your earphones in and blast your music so you wouldnât have to hear him talk.
You wake up with your head heavy against something. When you open your eyes and feel Jungkookâs head on top of yours and your cheek against his shoulder. Immediately you raise your head âwaking him up in the process- and hop out of the car.
Taking in a deep breath you walk over to the ledge of the hill the cars parked at and look over the edge. You close your eyes for a moment to take in the salty air of the sea. The wind is blowing your hair out of your face. Little did you know Jungkook was staring at you; admiring the way you looked so relaxed. After a few more seconds you turn your head and walk over to the car to grab your stuff
You already had your swimsuit on under an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. It was an open back black one piece you had bought the day prior to coming on the trip. You carry your bag down the sand but feel it lift off your shoulder. You look up and see Jungkook carry it all the way down to your stations.
âOkay everyone, listen upâ Mr. Kwan yelled
âI have assigned everyone a partner to work with for the next week, please come up to me and tell me your nameâ
As you walk up to Mr. Kim you tell him your name and he tells you who he paired you with. Surprise again youâre with Jungkook. He calls him over and tells him what he told you. Jungkook looks down at you and you look up at him. He smirks and walks back to where he set your things. Following behind him you unpack your things.
You grab your sunscreen, squeeze a dollop into your hand, and you rub it all over your body; starting on your front. Jungkook stands next to you as he takes his shirt off, showing off his body. You stare up at him and admire him for just a second. He looks down and catches your eyes
âAre you staring at me?â he chuckled
Looking away quickly you say âNo, I wasnâtâ
âSure, whatever you say, you need help with that?â he says as he points to you struggling to get your back.
âYes, pleaseâ going to hand him the bottle he squeezed some on to his hand and moves your hair to the side. He glides his hand across the span of your back. He starts at your shoulders and works his way down to the middle of your back. His hands moving slowly, getting closer to your lower back.
You clear your throat, and his hands are to himself now. You lay your hair in itâs original spot and you stand to look at the beach full of people. It was only 9:00 in the morning yet the beach was packed. Walking over to your stand you climb the steps and take a seat. Jungkook walks over next to the stand, and he has a floaty in his hand. A couple of minutes pass by in silence before he speaks up.
âWhen do you want to switch spots?â
âWhen we see someone drowningâ
He sighs and sits down.
~
After nearly an hour later a group of girls walk up to him, and they giggle as loud as they can staring at him. He looks up at the noise and stares at them. âExcuse me?â one of the girls says âYes?â she extends her arm out âDo you mind taking a picture of us?â Jungkook grabs her phone and angles it. âOne, two, threeâ he takes the picture. The girl reaches for her phone and pauses to look at him.
âHey, are you free tonight?â she asked him
Watching the interaction between the two you roll your eyes. What you donât notice is that Jungkook looks up at you and back down to the girl
âUhm, no actually, I do have plans for tonight sorry.â He rejects her offers and hands her phone back to her.
She has a disappointed look on her face and a sad smile plastered on her face. âItâs okay, I hope you have a good rest of your dayâ. With that she walks away.
Now at the end of the day and the sun getting lower, you and Jungkook switched spots through half of it. Taking turns every so often. He would try to make small talk, but you always managed to find a way around it. He looks up at you and calls your name
âYou wanna jump into the water real quickâ he says as he watches you make your down from the booth.
âNo thanks, I wasnât planning on getting wet unless I needed to.â
âOh câmon just real fast. The weather is nice around this timeâ he begged
âJungkook I sai-â
Before you can finish your sentence, your body is being carried over his shoulders. You throw soft punches at his back and yell at him.
âJungkook put me down! Iâm not playing with you right now!â you screamed in his ear.
He ignores you and laughs loudly. His feet meet the water, once he's deep enough into the ocean he plunges you till you're soaked.
Emerging from the water you pull your hands back over your hair. Jungkook stops and stares at you. Admiring your beauty, when you catch him staring, he doesnât look away this time. This time he stares into your eyes. Itâs that has to look away.
âWhat?â you said
âNothingâ he clears his throat and looks down at the water
âWe should probably head back to the car. The sun is starting to setâ
You nod quietly and make your way to the shore. After one last glance at Jungkook, you walk over your things.
The walk back to the car was silent. He offered to carry your bags for you. You had rejected his offers repeatedly, but he insisted on carrying them up the steep hill back up. The way back was anything but smooth. The road was bumpy which ended with you and Jungkook bumping arms after every bump, it was summer which meant humid air. Your skin is slick with sweat. Wishing you were back to the dorms so you could soak in the hot tub.
~
When everyone got back to the hotel Mr. Kwan let everyone roam freely. You decided to head upstairs to your room to relax before going to the backyard spot of the building. When you open the room, youâre met with Yunjin and Irene.
âGod, the sun has me so exhausted I could crash right now.â you said as you lay on your bed, body spread into a star fish.
âI know, who knew the beach would be full of that much trashâ Yunjin complained
âAtleast we get to switch off, so we feel as equally as drainedâ you told her
âYeah, lifeguarding was so easy. All we did was sat there in the sun and waited for someone who needed help in the waterâ Irene added
âWell lucky you guys, I literally took laps around the whole beach and still managed to find a piece of trash in the place I was already in.â Yunjin rolled her eyes playfully
âWell if you guys arenât tired, you wanna join me in the backyard area?â
âNo, you guys go ahead. I think Iâm just gonna crash after I clean myself up. My bodyâs gonna be so sore tomorrowâ she complained
âYeah, I was planning on walking into the city and look for more things we can do while were hereâ Irene said
Looks like it was just you tonight.
~
When you woke up from your nap you looked at the clock and it read 8:00 pm. It was much later than you anticipated it to be. You get up from your bed and walk over to the bathroom. Turning on the sink you splash some water onto your face to wake yourself up a little more. You walk over to your drawer and pick out one of the bikinis you have packed.
It was a simple black two piece with bows on both sides of the hip. Covering your body up with only a T-shirt you make your way downstairs with a towel in hand and slippers on your feet. You open the gate and walk past the pool area to get to the hot tub. Before you left you grabbed a small speaker you planned on bringing and placed it next to the table near you. Playing calm music, you sink down into the water and relax your muscles.
Itâs not a few minutes later you hear the gate crack open. You open your eyes and your met with the sight of Jungkook. He hadnât put a shirt on before coming down there. His abs were out for display, his tattoos pretty as ever in the moonlight. His biceps are so visible that you almost faint. He looks to see where the music was coming from and catches sight of you in your bikini. Shirt thrown over the table with the speaker close to you. He walks over to you.
âHiâ he says lowly he stands behind you and his arms are leaning against the edge of the hot tub. His face hovering over yours. Your breath hitches as you realize how close he is.
âHiâ you say quietly.
He moves so he can climb into the pool with you. Jungkook sits on the opposite side of you and relaxes in the water as you did. After a beat of silence, he speaks up
âI havenât properly talked to you sinceâ he pauses
âEver actuallyâ
You scoff and turn your head to the side in disbelief
âYeah, I wonder whyâ
âDo you really hate me that much? All of that happened years ago, why canât you just let it go?â
âJungkook you called me names and you made me miserable. Not having those top grades; I would be punished so harshly because I wasnât smart enough for my parents. I still hate you to this day because you never realized how much hurt you put me through?! There were so many times I've overheard you talk so lowly about me. Jungkook we didn't even know each other!"
"So, to answer your question, yes, I do hate you. Stop trying to talk to me out of the blue and act like we're friends because we're not. Leave me alone" Before you can get up to leave you feel his grasp tight around your wrist.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I did all of that. But cut me some slack, I was failing and I finally got my shit together until you came in with your perfect grades and knocked me down. But like I just said this is all in the past. Can you please forget it?" he pleads
You pause for a moment, were you overreacting? Possibly. But you will never forget the cruel words he spoke about you. One last look over at him and you retreat back to your dorm.
~
Itâs been a week since your last encounter with Jungkook. He hasnât made any moves to try and talk to you. Your group was now doing trash pick-up around the beach. It was supposed to be hotter than the week before now that itâs getting later into the summer.
As you were walking around the beach to do your task you had a slight feeling of dizziness, but you decided to ignore it. You brushed it off as a headache due to skipping lunch and only having water. It was then that you realized that wasnât the case because before you could lean back up from picking up a piece of trash you stumble back. Jungkook notices this and quickly runs over to you.
He stood behind you support you with his arm wrapped around your neck.
âAre you okay? You look pale, do you need water? Or I brought a few snacks in my bag before we left, do you want me to grab one for you?â he said quickly laying you down on the sand.
âWater is fine, thank youâ
He walks over to his bag to give you his water bottle he drank from earlier. You quickly took a few gulps and retracted it from your lips. Jungkook looks down at you with a worried look.
âLook, Iâm fine just give me a few minutes and Iâll be up good as new.â
âNo, just stay here there isnât that much left to be picked up. Stay in the shade until I come back. I wonât be too longâ He walks away to finish your tasks with gloves over his hands also with a bag, and a trash scoop.
Itâs minutes later that heâs back kneeling in front of you check how you were feeling.
âYou donât look so pale anymore. We should be done for today; the sun is already starting to set, and we should be heading back now.â he says as he looks at you.
He turns his back still in a kneeling position and you look at him confused.
âWhat are you doing?â
âGet on my back. Youâre too tired to walk up the hill, I donât want you passing out.â
âIâm not gonna pass out Jungkook. Stop being so dramaticâ you say in an annoyed voice.
âJust get on my backâ he demands.
You sigh and hop on his back like he asked. He had his bag swung around to the front of his body. He stands up and carries you like you weigh nothing. After reaching the top of the hill he sets you down and you thank him quietly. You both walk back to the car where everyone else is and drive back to the dorms.
~
As you and Jini were done putting on your face masks you hear and sudden knock on the door. When you open the door, youâre face to face with Jungkook. He looks up to see your bare face. It takes him a minute to get his words out
âMy friends and I were gonna head out to get some drinks if you wanna join usâ
You look at him with astonishment. Thinking back to your conversation from a week ago. Before you could decide against it Jini walks up to the door.
âHey, Jungkook. Why are you over here so late? Shouldnât you be in your dorm?â she asked
âUh, yeah, I am but I was just asking if you guys wanted to come out with us tonight. Were just going out for drinks at this club I found not too far from here.â
âOh sure! Weâd love to go!â she says as she looks at you
You sigh and smile at her.
âOkay great come down whenever you're ready and meet us in the common area.â he says before walking away back into his room.
After you close the door, you walk over to the other girls and ask them if they wanted to go out with you.
âOh yeah! Sure, we havenât been out drinking in a while. And itâs nice to get out and away from the program and the dorms for a little bit.â Irene replied
âYesss, I need to get out. Iâve been couped up in this building for far too long.â
Now with everyoneâs agreement you all get dressed pretty for your night out. Grabbing a dress, you took out a SKIMS black dress that fitted you perfectly. You threw a cropped leather jacket with it and black heels. Your neck was decorated with a small chain, and you put your hoops on. The makeup look you went for was light. It consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and natural colored lipstick.
Once everyone was dressed you all headed downstairs to meet up with the guys. As you landed on the last step you look up at everyone. More specifically Jungkook. He had on a black jacket with black cargo pants. He also had chucky sneakers to go along with it. His ears were clad with multiple earrings, and you look down to his lip and see his lip piercing. He looked extremely good for tonight. He makes his way over to you.
âAre you guys ready?â he asked everyone, but his eyes stayed on you.
Yuno had ordered an Uber to drive to the club everyone jumped into the car and that left you sitting next to Yunjin. Jungkook was sitting by the window with Jini in between him and Eunwoo. Yuno and Irene had to order a seperate car because they wouldnât fit into the car you were all in.
~
At the club there seemed to be a long line. Eunwoo knew a quicker way in and you followed behind him. You entered from the back way, where no one else could see you.
âWhy donât you guys go find a seat. Weâll get the drinks for youâ Jungkook yelled over the music so you could hear better.
âOkayâ you yelled back as you looked around for a big table.
The room was filled with strobing lights and heavy-based music. The dance floor was full of sweaty bodies. The air around you was humid "I feel so suffocated in here" you said aloud
" You wanna go outside for a minute" Jungkook came up beside you and placed a hand on your back.
"No, it's fine I'll get used to it" you smile at him.
The boys came back with your drinks and set them down in front of you. They had bought multiple shots and took them one by one.
Once you all had a decent amount of alcohol in your system you moved to the dance floor. Irene led everyone as they all followed behind. Jungkook was closest to you. He tried his hardest to keep his hands to himself, but you were making it difficult.
Your hips move to the beat of the song. He watched as you dance like you didnât give a damn about anything. He smiled as he watched you in your own world. Jungkook starts to dance along with you, and you turn around and move with him. His hands now on your waist as you put your hands around his neck. His hands moved down to clasp around your lower back. He leans his head forward so itâs now resting against yours. You look up into his eyes and then down to his lips. You lean in closer, and then you're interrupted.
âYou mind if I cut in?â a random man from the crowd asks
You now feel uncomfortable as you let go of him. He walks in front of you and stands protectively with one hand on your arm. Jungkook looks at the guy and his jaw clenches.
âLook man were just trying to relax and have fun. Leave us aloneâ he defends. You look down and see his hands clutched into a fist.
âI came out to have some fun too.â You turn your head towards the man
âAnd it looks like sheâs getting a little boredâ he laughs
âSheâs fine, look if you donât get the fuck out of here there gonna be a fucking problemâ Jungkook yells.
The man starts to walk closer and extends his hands up to you. You clutch the back of Jungkookâs jacket tightly. He moves forward and swings at the man.
âWhat did I tell you. Get the hell out before I knock the shit out of you.â he yelled.
âJungkook stop, letâs goâ you grab his arm and try to pull him away.
Before you can move him away the man stands back up and tries to hit him before he can dodge it. He moves a little too slow and gets punched. He looks down to his hand and sees red cover his fingertips. Jungkook goes in for another swing and knocks him to the floor.
âJungkook!! Stop it, just leave it alone so we can goâ He looks up at you and turns away. You walk back to the table to collect your things so you can leave the club. You reminded yourself to text the others to let them know that you left. Jungkook sits on the curb, and you kneel in front of him. You pull out a tissue from your purse and put it up to his nose. After a beat of silence, you were the first to speak up.
âYou know, I think I hate you a little less nowâ you say with a smile
He looks up at you and chuckles
âThank you, for doing that. I donât know what I wouldâve done. And Iâm sorry you got hitâ
âDonât mention it. As long as youâre okay, then Iâm goodâ he says.
You smile to the floor and decide to order an uber so you could go back to the dorms
As youâre about to walk into your door you turn around and stop Jungkook before he could enter his room
âJungkook, thank you again. I had fun tonight, minus the fightâ you giggle
âIâm glad you did, goodnightâ he smiles
âGoodnight Jungkookâ
~
Youâre back on lifeguard duty this week. Itâs a bunch more calm than the first week of lifeguarding. Instead of sitting and switching spots for hours and not doing anything, you were able to roam around. As you were sitting on the chair you spoke up
âHey, are you thirsty? I was gonna walk over to that hut to get something to drinkâ you point into the diretion of the stall.
âNah, Iâm good, thank you.â
Standing to walk away, Jungkook canât stop thinking about that night as he watches you make your way. He couldnât stop thinking about the way you had your arms around. And how you trusted him to protect you. How close your lips were before that guy interrupted. He shakes his head from his thoughts and thinks about something else.
When you walk up to the stall you order a lemonade. You pay the man and wait for your drink. Looking around to see if anybody else was around, you see a guy. Heâs about your age and much taller than you. He notices you looking at him and you turn your head back to the bar. From the corner of your eye you see him make his way towards you.
âHeyâ he said as he tries to catch your attention. You turn your head towards him and greet him back.
âHiâ you smile at him
âAre you around here? Iâve never seen you beforeâ
âAh no, Iâm not, Iâm here for a program I volunteered for. Iâm a lifeguard.â you told him
âOh really? That seems like fun, Iâm Kai by the wayâ
You tell him your name âIt may seem like fun, but really all I do is sit and watch the people enjoy their time as I bake in the sun.â
He laughs at that. He clears his throat and speaks again
âUm, my friends and I are playing volleyball further down the beach. If you want to you can join us?â
Before you could answer Jungkook comes behind you and puts a hand around your waist. You look down to his hand up to him. Heâs wearing his sunglasses over his head.
âActually we have to get back to our dorm after our shift. Weâre a bit busy at the moment.â he says with a smile on his face.
Kai looks at him with a surprised expression on his face. He looks down to you, you aswell have a look of confusion plastered across your face. Kai looks down and chuckles.
âAlright, sorry for asking.â with that he walks away his ego a little bruised.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you look up at Jungkook.
âI was getting thirsty. And you were taking forever so I wanted to check on you.â he shrugs.
âYou didnât need to check up on me. I was fineâ you roll your eyes at him
âPlus he was cute. I was so close to getting his numberâ
After hearing you say that Jungkookâs jaw clenches. He absolutely hates that he feels this way right now. Deciding to brush it off you both make your way back to your spot. Getting closer to the end of your shift. You start to pack your things as the beach dies down.
~
Back at the dorms Mr. Kwan decided to gather everyone for dinner to celebrate your hard work for the past month. Once you and Jungkook make it back he helps you take your things out of the car and follows you up to your room.
When you turn your back to him he waits for you to unlock the door; âThank youâ you say to him. He hands you your bags and stops for a minute. The air is stuffy around you. You wait for him to speak up and say something. But his lips never move.
Before you know it, his face is leaned over yours, and your lips are over his.
The kiss is soft. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you need to stop to catch your breath. Parting from his lips you look up into his eyes, noses touching; he takes a deep breath before walking away to his room, leaving you dazed and speechless; not knowing what to do you stand there and try to comprehend what had just happened.
Yunjin is on the other side of the door when you walk in. She looks up at you. âWhat happened?â she asked. You unintentionally ignore her and walk to the bathroom. Your face is burning with rosy cheeks. You replay the kiss in your head. It was completely out of the blue and caught you off guard. How were you supposed to act normal the next time you saw him. The dinner was in less than 3 hours. With all the extra time you decide to get ready and drift your mind elsewhere.
~
After everyone had finished getting ready. When you and Irene make it down the stairs Irene heads straight to Yuno. The night of the club you never heard her come back to the dorm. You suspected she had spent the night with him. She had her arms around his waist looking at him with hearts in her eyes.
Now by yourself you look around for any of your friends. You see Jungkook; he looks at you, but he doesnât do anything. He meets you eye and looks away to his friend. The feeling you felt in your chest was confusion, anger, and a little hurt. How could he kiss you like that and act like it didnât happened? Turning your body to find Yunjin; she walks down the stairs and her face lights up when she spots you.
âOkay, are you ever gonna tell me what the hell happened before you walked through our door or what. Your face was so red.â she asked curiously
âIâll tell you later, I donât want to think about it right nowâ
She looks at you with a worried look and shakes her head. Everyone gets into a car and the driver drives to the restaurant.
~
Once all the students were seated, Mr. Kwan raises his glass and clinks it with the back of a butter knife. âI would like to praise you all for working so hard for this past monthâ he says enthusiastically. He raises his voice an octave higher âWith all your hard work I would like to give you the last 3 weeks of this month free, please relax, enjoy yourseleves, and have fun. You all earned itâ he announces. A bunch of chattering is heard all around. âNow, please enjoy your dinnersâ
From across the room you see Jungkook laughing and chatting with his friends. Looking at him made you feel this sense of anger. Why are you mad at him when you hate his guts? Why are you did you feel that way when he had his soft lips over yours? Why were you feeling those emotions when you saw that girl flirt with him down at the beach? Why are you feeling all these things about him now?
Why
Why
Why?
All of these questions spiraling through your head like a mantra. Not taking the overthinking you walk out the resturaunt to get some fresh air. When you walk past his table he sees you walk to the exit. Jungkook excuse himself from his friends; he stands and walks into the direction you took.
He looks through the glass door and sees you pacing with your hands on your hip and a hand in your hair. You turn to the sound of the door opening. Jungkook stood there and walked closer to you. But, you take a step back.
âWhat was thatâ you ask him.
âWhat was what?â he has a confused look on his face
âWhy are you playing dumb?! Youâre just gonna act like you never kissed me and... and I wouldnât do anything about it?â you exclaimed at him. Your emotions were all over the place. You had no idea how to handle them
He says your name quietly âIt was just a stupid kiss, no big dealâ
Suddenly, you felt a burning sensation in the back of your eyes. You didnât know for sure how you felt. But you were sure there was something there.
âOkayâ quietly
âI was just being stupid and thought something different but I guess I was wrongâ you nod your head and make your way back into the resturaunt.
The tears dropping down onto your cheek made you feel pathetic. Pathetic for making you think that Jeon Jungkook had changed over the years. For thinking that Jeon Jungkook had real feelings for you. Before you walk back to the table you check yourself one last time to make sure your eyes werenât puffy and your nose wasnât red. Right now you werenât in the mood for questions.
Sitting back down at your table and you see Jungkook come back from where you left him. He has his head down with a look of sadness on his face. He sits down next to his friends; less content than how he was before you left to go outside.
~
On the way back to the dorm Yunjin notices that your mood has dropped significantly since you came back into the resturaunt. When you finally settle into your dorm she asks you again, âOkay, for real this time, what the hell is up with you. Youâve been acting so different latelyâ
And thatâs when you explain everything to her. From the kiss and to your conflicted feelings. In all honesty you donât even know where you stand with Jungkook anymore. Youâre between hating him and possibly having the fatest crush on him.
Itâs then when itâs later into to the night you decide to call Niki. You missed talking to your best friend. Itâd been a while since you last spoke to her.
After three rings she picks up the phone
âHey babe! Howâs the trip been so far? I havenât spoke to you in so long is everything okay?â she speaks in a soft voice. Thatâs what you loved about her. She was there for you anytime of the day. You would be okay even if you hadnât spoke to each other for days at a time. That's the type of friendship you had with her.
âUgh Niki, I miss you so much. So much has happened and I need to tell you.â
âOh no, what happened? Did something bad happen?! Did you get hurt?!â she says panicked.
âNo no, Iâm okay but something did happen.â you reassure her.
âOkay please tell me, youâre scaring meâ
âJungkook kissed meâ the line is silent for a moment before itâs not.
âHE WHAT?â she yells into your ear
You have to pull the phone away because of how loud she was.
âHe kissed me after one of shifts today. I confronted him about and I feel so stupid for thinking that he liked me because right after I asked him about it he said âit wasnât a big dealâ.â you tell her in a sullen tone.
âGod is he dumb? Why would you kiss someone randomly and admit that it was nothing?â she sounded irritated.
âExactly my thoughts. Iâm so confused Niki one moment I donât care about him and the next some girl is giggling next to him touching his arm and I feel so annoyedâ
She sighs and calls your name calmly âI may be wrong but it sounds like you have feelings for himâ
You pause and register what she just said. You? Had feelings for Jeon Jungkook? Everything is starting to come together in your head. You finally speak up
âYeah, I think I doâ
~
Itâs been about a week since the dinner. You hadnât seen Jungkook. The only few times youâd seen him was when you went downstairs to eat breakfast or when he left his room to go elsewhere. But tonight was different. With the free time you were given you spent it at the beach. You hadnât gone swimming in the ocean for quite some time so you decided to put on a bikini, threw on some clothes you had laying in your drawer, and grabbed a towel from one of the cabinets in the hall.
You made your way down to the beach by yourself and brought your mini speaker with you. The playlist you had put on was a slow playlist. You watched the sun set while the song My Love is All Mine by Mitski played in the background. While the sun was still out you decided to take off your clothes and go into the water
From afar Jungkook spots you standing near the water; the waves are calm; he admires you from where heâs standing. You, completely unaware of his presence you dip your body into the water until it touches your waist. Your hair flowing in the soft wind. Behind you, you hear the water moving. When you turn your body to the sound; there he is. Heâs standing with his shirt off arms out to see and his abs for show.
Completely in awe you snap out of it and turn back around.
âWhat do you wantâ you ask quietly.
âWhat? Itâs a public beach. Itâs not like you reserved this spotâ he retorts back
âNo, Jungkook. What do you want.â You hear him sigh. He takes a deep breath and finally says
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry that I kissed you so suddenly, Iâm sorry I made you feel the way you did after I said that kiss was nothing, Iâm sorry because that kiss made me feel so much.â he pleads. He places his arms on your waist and continues. âIâve wanted to give you that kiss since I first saw you at the train station. I havenât stopped thinking about you since we bumped into each other at the cafĂ©â
It had been several months since that incident.
You walked in on a cool spring day. The bell chimed at the top of the door as you made your way over to the counter. After you had made your order, you turned to walk over to a table. But before you can take a step you bump into something âor more something- you look up and see Jeon Jungkook. You hadnât seen him since the beginning of sophomore year. He looks down at you with an irritated look; but when he sees your face his expression drops. You looked so cute with your double layers on; making you look so soft and hugable; your hair was up in a clip and your cheeks were rosy from the cold.
âSorryâ you had told him quickly and made your way over to your table. Jungkook was surprised it was you. You had grown into such a beautiful woman. He couldnât take his eyes off you. From then on, he couldnât get you to escape his mind.
âI heard from Yuno about this trip and figured youâd go, I thought this would be my chance to make things right between us. Iâm so sorry I said all those things to you while we were growing up, I was stupid and let my ego get in the way. So, when I first saw you itâs like I couldnât see anything else but you.â he confesses.
All of this new information being thrown at you, you donât know what to do with it. You had thought for all those years and all this time the hate between you two was mutual. You couldnât have been more wrong.
âI want you to understand my feelings for you. I want to try and make it w-â before he can even finish his sentence you pull him by his hair and connect your lips. He raises his eyebrows and sinks into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth. He places his hands under your jaw and his other on your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up; you wrap your legs around his waist. The sun has set by now and itâs starting to get cold. He letâs go of your lips and look into your eyes. You move your lips closer to his ear and whisper âYou wanna go warm up somewhere else?â
Quickly, he drags you out of the water while you giggle into the air. He places you down and hurriedly picks your things up. He grabs your hand, and you make your way back to his dorm. His roommates are supposed to be out tonight; you had the whole room to yourselves.
~
Pushing you against the door he smacks his lips against yours. You sneak your hands under his shirt and feel his abs flex against your fingertips. You move to lift his shirt off his body. He kisses down your neck; he lifts your shirt over your head and your left with your bikini top and your shorts. He lifts you off the floor and manhandles you onto his bed. You lay on your back and look up at him. Your legs are spread with him standing between them. He glides his hand up your thighs and he drags your shorts down your leg.
Youâre left with just your bikini on now. He kisses you on your inner thighs close to where you need him the most. Jungkook grabs the bow that ties your bikini together and undoes it. Your heat is exposed to the cold air. He kisses your hip getting closer to your pussy; his hot breath touches your lips, and you gasp quietly. Finally, he makes contact; he glides his tongue through your folds, and you make small sounds of pleasure. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit; he moves his hand under your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. His strong grip has you breathless.
Jungkook squeezes your inner thigh and gives small kisses around your cunt. He dives back in and the only thing in the air is the sound of him slurping and licking up your slick. You moan his name out loud and place your hands in his hair.
âJungkookâ you moan out loud
âSay that again, baby. Let me hear youâ he says
âUgh, Jungkook please, please donât stop.â you plead desperately
âYeah, thatâs it. Whoâs making you feel good?â
âYou! You are Jungkook!â you shout
You start to feel the pressure in your lower tummy. You tightly close your eyes, and you see stars. He pushes you through your orgasm and finally pulls away after you pull on his hair so heâs hovering over your face. You bring him down to kiss you. He slips his tongue in and kisses you softly. You can taste yourself on his lips. Jungkook pulls away and scans your face. Your fucked out gaze looking up at him. He places his hand over your cheek and stares at you.
âYouâre so God damn beautiful. So pretty like the stars. I can look at you forever.â he says to you lowly. You look up into his boba eyes, you can see the galaxy in them. He looked so pretty up closely.
He leans in and kisses you next to your cheek. He kisses your neck and then, he pushes himself up. Heâs on his knees in front of you. You can see his outline through his shorts. You go to sit up and place a hand over him. He looks down at you and you place soft pecks over his covered cock. He groans loudly; you then start to play with the waistband of his shorts; slowly you pull them. Heâs left bare in front of you. You move your hand to stroke him. Feeling his prominent veins; you thumb at his throbbing tip and place soft kisses over it.
âBaby, what are you doing to me.â He looks down at you and strokes your hair.
âCan you take me in your mouth? Or am I too big for youâ he teases
You laugh at that âI donât know, why donât we find outâ
You like a stripe down his length and stop at his tip. Looking up into his eyes; his lips are parted and he breathless. His hand is placed on the back of your head. Finally, you take him into your mouth, starting slow. He moans and tilts his head back, his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head back and forth, using your tongue and swirling it around his tip. Your hand moves to fondle his balls, and this makes his cock twitch. Hips moving to the rhythm of your mouth and his hand guiding you to his dick.
âCan I fuck your mouth baby?â You look up at him and nod.
âTell him if Iâm hurting you. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stopâ With that he slams his cock to the back of your throat. You take deep breaths as you gag on him. Your nose hitting his pelvis he speeds up his thrusts.
âFuck yeah, thatâs it sweetheart. Doing so good for meâ he praises you.
When you reach down to your pussy you can feel youâve gotten wetter. He looks down to your where your hand was and pulls you away for a second
âNuh uh, who said you could touch yourself? Only good girls get what they want if they behaveâ he reprimands
He pulls you back onto him and starts at the pace he was at before.
Before he can finish in your mouth, he pulls you away.
âFuck I need to finish inside you. Can I do that, baby?â he asks you for reassurance
You nod up to him.
âI need you to say it, honeyâ
âYes, pleaseâ you moan
âTurn around, ass up face downâ he demands
He looks down between your ass and his cock. He then looks up between your shoulders. Your hair thrown over your shoulder and your top still on. Jungkook moves his hand along your back and unties whatâs left of your bikini.
âFuckâ he says under his breath. Finally, he takes hold of his length and drags it along your folds. You whimper silently patiently waiting for him to enter you.
He strokes himself a few more times; you feel him enter you. Gasping loudly, he groans into your ear and moves at a slow pace.
âMore, Jungkook, pleaseâ you beg
âSince you asked nicelyâ Suddenly he pounds into your hips. You can feel him in your stomach. His pace is rapid; hard.
âYouâre so deep Jungkook, fuck!â you moan.
Repeating his name repeatedly like a song. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can feel every vein that around him. Every thrust you feel them against your walls. He lifts your body until your back hits his chest. His hands over your tits squeezing. Rolling your nipples between his fingers. He kisses your neck, and he places his hand over your abdomen. âGod, I can feel myself inside of you, babyâ you whimper into his neck. And thatâs when you finally snap. You tighten around him.
âGod! Jungkook! You make me feel so good, babyâ you cry.
With three final thrusts he finishes inside you. Breath heavy he slowly moves, milking himself in your tight cunt.
He places you down on his pillow and slowly removes himself from you. You whimper quietly from the loss of the feeling of him inside.
âI need to clean you up and you need to go peeâ he says
Picking up his shirt that you threw across the room he wipes you down and you twitch from sensitivity. When heâs done, he looks over your face and giggles.
âCome on, honey. Iâll help you shower when youâre done.â
âOkayâ you say softly.
~
After your shower you and Jungkook lay in his bed. Heâs not expecting his roommates to comeback; they had gone out clubbing and he assumed theyâd be out all night in someone elseâs bed. Your head placed over Jungkookâs naked chest you draw shapes over his chest. Jungkook grabs your wrist and notices one of the bracelets you're wearing. Â
âYou never thanked me for thisâ he says holding your wrist still Â
âWhat are you talking about? This old lady gave it to me for free a few weeks ago when we first got hereâÂ
He chuckles at you âThat was me, I paid for it and asked her to play a part. Apparently she played her part well because you had no idea.â he boops your nose. You scrunch your face; you look up at him in disbelief. Â
âI canât believe you do that, what if she talked to the wrong girl, huh?â you said amusinglyÂ
âThen some random girl wouldâve gotten a free braceletâ he shrugs. Â
You laugh at him. âWell, thank you for thisâ you look up at him and peck his lips. Â
He digs his face into your neck and mumbles a small âOf courseâ Â
Then, you feel his lips press small kisses into the juncture of your neck, you start laughing. All of a sudden, he stops. He lifts his head so heâs looking at you. Â
âWhat are we?â he asks Â
Realizing you never really told him how you felt. Isnât it obvious though? Â
âI could ask you the same thing Jeonâ Â
Whispering your name, he says âI really like you; I want to make up for my behavior throughout the years Iâve known you. I feel so guilty because of the way I treated you. Iâm sorry I ever said those mean things to you, babyâ he wraps he arms around you; cuddling you.Â
âI forgive youâ you hug him around his broad shoulders. âI like you too, Jungkook. Can we forget all of that? I want us to focus on the future only now.â Â
He nods at you and smiles. âSooo, does this make you, my girlfriend?â he asks with a cheeky smile. Â
Giggling at his silly smile you nod âYeah, I guess so, boyfriendâ Â
He buries his into your neck again and sighs contently. Itâs not long before you two are cuddling in the sheets and hes whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off to sleep. Â
~Â
The next morning, you wake up to the other side of the bed empty. The sun is shining brightly in your face. You look down to your body and see the shirt Jungkook must have put on you while you were sleeping last night. You get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom; but you donât register the already running water turning off. When you walk in you see Eunwoo naked walking out of the shower. âOh my god, Iâm so sorryâ you cover your eyes and quickly walk out. Picking up clothes that were thrown across the room from the previous night you manage your way back to your own room. Â
Thankfully, the girls are out doing their own thing. You walk to your own bathroom and clean yourself up a bit before walking downstairs to the kitchen. The air is filled with the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Turning the corner you see Jungkook in a fitted sports t-shirt, over the stove cooking. Â
You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso. Â
âGood morningâ you say in a sleepy voiceÂ
âHi, sweetheartâ he turns his body so he facing you now. He leans down to peck your lips. His nose brushing against yours. You smile at him. Â
âHow did you sleep last night?â Looking up at him with an amusing lookÂ
âWell you put to sleep pretty damn good last night so Iâd say a ten out of tenâ you laugh as you get your coffee ready. He sneaks up behind you and puts his hands around your waist.Â
âI did, huh?â he lowly says into your ear. Â
He sways you side to side and digs his face into your neck. Â
âI was thinking maybe we can go out today and we can hang out in the city. We havenât been here in a while; I want to see if they changed anything.âÂ
This was Jungkookâs hometown. He basically knew everyone. When he finished cooking your breakfast you both sat together in comfortable silence and ate. Â
Finishing up your meals, you volunteered to clean up the dishes, but he was persistent in doing them himself. After fighting for about ten minutes, you give up and walk upstairs to get ready for the day. The outfit you chose was perfect for the weather. Your makeup was simple, and your hair was casting down your shoulders. When you finish putting on your shoes you hear a knock on your door.Â
Walking up to open it you see Jungkook wearing a big puffer jacket, white tank top, and light blue jeans. His hair slightly covers his eyes. The chain around his neck and his piercings does something to you. You look up at him and smile. Â
âHiâ looking at him with stars in your eyes. Â
You look so undeniably cute. With little bows in your hair and your soft cheeks looking at him. He looks down at you and leans in to peck you on the lips. Â
âCâmon, letâs goâ Â
~Â
The weather today wasnât as harsh as those other sunny bright days. Itâs a bit colder than the last few weeks. It was a good thing you brought an extra jacket just in case. You cand Jungkook walk down the streets hand in hand. Looking around for the places you used to hang out at with your friends when you were still in grade school.Â
When you found the ânow small- playground you and Niki used to play at, you let go of Jungkookâs hand and ran to it. Â
Gasping out loud you say âOh god, itâs so much small than I remember. I havenât been here in years.â amazed by how time flies by so quickly. Jungkook watches you with a fond smile as you reminisce on the old times. You sit down on the swings and gently swing your legs back and forth. Jungkook stands next to the swing as he watches you. The sun was shining on you and he looks at your eyes theyâre glowing as you look down the sand with a smile on your face. Â
He goes to stand in front of you and holds on to the chain and stops you from swinging. You look up at him when you see his shoes appear in front of you. His hands over yours and he leans in close to your face. Â
His lips locking with yours in a soft kiss. He pulls back and he says âYouâre so beautiful.â he places a hand on your cheek. Â
He looks into your eyes and he makes a promise. Â
Saying your name in a low voice he says âI promise you, I will to take care of you for as long as you let me. I promise I wonât hurt you. I promise to stayâÂ
You look up into his eyes with tears laying on your water line. Moving your head to lay on his forehead.Â
Then, you pull him into a kiss. Â
âI promise, I donât hate you Jeon JungkookâÂ
a/n: ahhh okay, i realllly hope you guys liked it, this idea came out of no where and I kinda made the plot up as I wrote, please show some support by reblogging, liking, commenting, and giving some feedback! I'd appreciate it so much
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An inch away from more than just friends
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Pairing: loser!ellie x loser!fem reader
Content Warning: making out, mentions of sex scene in film, fic loosely based on Naked in Manhattan by Chappell Roan
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Jackson had a way of making the world feel still. Days came and went, each one blending into the next with the simplicity of routine. For you, that routine often involved ending your day at Ellieâs place, curled up together watching whatever strange or offbeat movie sheâd dug up. Tonight, like so many nights before, youâd settled into that rhythm, expecting nothing more than the usual.
Ellie greeted you at the door, her hair messy from what you imagined had been a lazy day of reading or sketching. You stepped inside, shrugging off your jacket, trying to shake the feeling that something was a little different tonight.
âEverything alright with you?â Ellie muttered, hands in her pockets. Her voice was casual, but you noticed the tension beneath it, something unspoken in the way she barely met your eyes.
âYeah, yeah,â you waved her off, following her into the âbedroomâ where sheâd already set up the movie Mulholland Drive. You threw yourself onto the bed while Ellie stayed standing, fiddling with the remote. She seemed more on edge than usual, fidgeting with her sleeves, avoiding looking at you for too long. You tried to shake off the weirdness, focusing on the movie as the opening credits rolled. For the first half, things were mostly normal. Ellie made the occasional comment, and you both laughed at the more bizarre parts of the plot. But then⊠the scene happened. A sex scene hit the screen, and the air between you two shifted in an instant.
You felt it immediately, the awkwardness that spread like wildfire. Ellie stiffened beside you, eyes glued to the screen but not really watching. Your heart pounded as your mind raced, hyper-aware of how close your bodies were. The heat from her leg brushing against yours suddenly felt like too much, like it was burning through your jeans.Â
You werenât exactly a stranger to sex scenes in movies, but this time it felt different, more intimate. Too intimate. You risked a glance at Ellie and saw the tension in her jaw, her hand gripping the bedsheets tightly. She wasnât handling it any better than you were.
God, why did this feel so⊠charged?
You looked away quickly, trying to focus on literally anything else. But the room was filled with an uncomfortable silence. When the scene finally ended, it left an awkward tension that lingered long after. The rest of the movie passed in a blur. You werenât paying attention anymore. All you could think about was Ellie, how her hand was so close to yours, how your heart was still racing even though the scene had long since ended.Â
When the credits rolled, Ellie jumped to her feet like she couldnât handle sitting next to you any longer. âI, uh- Iâll get the couch ready for tonight,â she said quickly, moving toward the closet. You frowned. âThe couch? Youâre not coming to bed?â Ellie paused, looking over her shoulder, clearly flustered. âI just thought⊠maybe Iâd sleep there instead.â
That didnât sit right with you. Sleepovers had always been the same, youâd sleep together, limbs tangled in the small bed. The thought of sleeping apart felt wrong, but you didnât argue. Not with things already feeling this weird. You crawled deeper into the bed while Ellie busied herself with blankets, but neither of you seemed able to sleep. The room was too quiet, too still, and you found yourself lying on your side, facing her direction.
After what felt like an eternity, you broke the silence.
âEllie?â You heard her groan, and then she shifted, turning over to face you. Even in the darkness, you could sense her eyes on you, wide and uncertain. âWhat?â she asked, her voice strained. You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. This had been eating at you all night, maybe for longer than that. âWhatâs going on?â Ellie didnât respond right away, and you could practically hear the gears turning in her head. Finally, after what felt like forever, she sighed.
âI donât know,â she whispered, her voice barely audible. The answer didnât surprise you. It didnât make things easier either. You bit your lip, unsure of how to put into words what had been slowly building between you two for weeks, maybe months.
âYouâve been acting⊠weird tonight,â you said, feeling vulnerable. âIs it because of⊠the movie?â Ellie groaned again, this time louder, like she was frustrated. âNo⊠yes⊠I donât know!â She exhaled sharply. âThat movie just⊠it got me thinking, okay?â Your pulse quickened. âThinking about what?â
Silence filled the room again, thick with tension. Ellie seemed to be wrestling with something, and you held your breath, waiting for her to speak. When she did, her voice was soft and uncertain. âUs,â she whispered. âAre we⊠are we more than just friends?â
There it was. Out in the open. The question hung between you like a heavy weight. It was something you had never allowed yourself to think about, not really. But now, with Ellie lying there, so close yet so far, you couldnât avoid it anymore. Your heart hammered in your chest as you sat up slightly, your voice shaking. âI donât know. Maybe?â
Ellie shifted on the couch, and suddenly, she was standing. She climbed into the bed beside you, moving slowly like she wasnât sure she was allowed to be there. Your breaths came out shallow as she lay down next to you, her face inches from yours, her expression unsure.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just stared at each other, and you swore you could hear both your hearts racing in the silence. Then, finally, Ellie leaned in, her lips brushing yours tentatively, like she wasnât sure this was real.
The kiss was soft, hesitant, but it sent a rush of warmth flooding through your veins. You kissed her back, your hands instinctively finding their way to her hair, pulling her closer. The dam had finally broken, months of tension spilling out in that one kiss.
Ellieâs hands slid to your waist, and she pulled you against her, deepening the kiss. It was soft but intense, the kind of kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. You didnât know how long it lasted, time seemed to blur as you lost yourself in the feel of her lips, her hands, her warmth.
When you finally pulled back for air, your foreheads pressed together, your breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. âThis is⊠weird, right?â Ellie whispered, a nervous laugh escaping her. You smiled, your thumb brushing gently over her cheek. âYeah,â you admitted, your own heart still racing. âBut good weird.â
Ellie grinned, her hands still firmly on your waist, as though she was afraid to let go. âI donât know what this is,â she said softly, âbut⊠I like it.â You leaned in and kissed her again, the warmth of her smile still lingering on her lips. âMe too.â The rest of the night passed in a blur of soft kisses, whispered words, and gentle touches. Whatever you and Ellie had now, it was real, and for the first time, you didnât feel the need to question it.
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hiii can you do reader falling asleep at desk while studying and Gojo finds them?
hi hi !! i hope you enjoy this little sweet piece <3
itâs 4:38 am when satoru walks through the front door of your shared home, slipping his shoes off quietly and gently setting his keys down. he listens for any movement as he puts his jacket on the coat rack and makes his way into the kitchen.
satoru smiles when he sees some food youâd left out for him, heating it up and eating it quickly. he figures your asleep already, taking the liberty to shower and change in the restroom downstairs rather than the one in the bedroom so as not to wake you.
he expects to be greeted by a dark bedroom, with you asleep in bed or at least groggily greeting him as you sit up with the blanket drowning you. he doesnât expect to see the light spilling from under the door, making him frown when he opens the door and sees the empty bed.
one look to his left answers all his questions.
on your laptop was a lecture video, still playing, notes sprawled around you as you peacefully slept against your now locked tablet.
he cringes a bit at the position your were in, knowing for a fact youâd have neck pain in the morning. satoru pauses your lecture video, starting it over and putting your laptop to charge.
âsweetheart, cmon letâs get to bedâ he whispers, feathery touches gently bringing you back from your unconscious state. heâs quick to scoop you into his arms, carrying you as if you were feather light and placing you on the bed.
you open your eyes slowly, realizing you were no longer at your desk as you watch satoru put your things away for you, neatly organizing your paper notes and plugging in your tablet, switching your desk lamp off.
when he turns, heâs greeted by you sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. âgood morning sweetheartâ he whispers, kissing your forehead and coaxing you up, âcmon letâs get your contacts out and your teeth brushed.â
âwhat time is it?â you mumble, not bothering to fight him on studying more, seeing as though your battle with sleep had been lost long ago.
âalmost 5 i thinkâ he says, handing you your toothbrush as he grabs his. âthought you said you were gonna sleep early todayâ you donât even need to look at him to see the pout on his glossy lips.
âwas gonna, but then i realized it was a lot more material than i anticipated and ended up staying upâ you mumble, âwell i guess not staying up since i fell asleep.â satoru giggles softly, holding your hair as you rinse your mouth.
the two of you are in bed in the matter of minutes, satoru now in only boxers and you in one of his white t shirts that fits way too big on you. you let your head rest in the crook on his neck, hand finding its way around to the nape of his hair, messing with the damp snowy hair that found purchase there.
satoru all but purrs at the feeling, letting his hand run softly up and down your back. âyou need to take more breaks, sweetsâ he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. you only hum in response, not bothering to open your eyes.
âshouldnât be sleeping at your desk when thereâs a bed as good as this one waiting for youâ heâs looking down at you with a pout, and you can feel his gaze on you.
after a couple seconds you maneuver yourself to look at your lover, âhow about when you work late Iâll try and be in bed by three, so you donât have to worry your pretty head over meâ you reason, sweetening him up by pressing a kiss to his jaw.
âthree is so lateâ he huffs, letting himself indulge in your kisses. you roll your eyes at him, sitting up and straddling his hips to better kiss his cheeks.
âwould you rather it be four?â you ask, making him quickly shake his head. âthree it is then,â satoru catches your lips in his, smiling as you almost immediately kiss him back.
the two of you break away when youâve ran out of breath, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. âalright time to go to sleepâ he mumbles, kissing your lips gently once more before youâre rolling off him and laying on your side, curling into him.
satoru is quick to get comfortable next to you, letting himself get as close to you as possible before his eyes are slowly closing.
the sun will rise in a short number of minutes, and itâs warm rays will kiss the two of you. but for now you snuggle into satoruâs warm embrace, smiling as his strong biceps work as your makeshift pillow, the smell of his body wash filling your nose.
for now you listen to him tell you about his day rather than recorded lectures, drawing circles subconsciously on his chest rather than in your notebook as you slowly doze off the steady beating of his heart.
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Eric Venue
Summary: Vil x gn!reader (technically). Vil has always found your mannerisms to be endearing. They are less endearing when they are evoked by his father.
A/N: NEW DILF DROPPED AND I HAVE ZWRO SHAME AWOOGA!!! Special thanks to @animepaniclover122403 and @l1ls4y0 for being my eyes on the inside and getting me pictures. Warning, I'm on the EN server so I know absolutely nothing about Eric Venue so this may be very out of character.
Note: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.
Vil remembers the first time you met him. You wouldn't look directly at him, opting to stare at the floor as you mumbled incoherent sentences. Not a clear thought left your mouth.
Were you scared? Intimidated? Or, worse, did you not like the way he looked? That last possibility kept him up longer than he'd be proud to admit.
When he moved in with you during SDC training camp, he watched you walk into a wall three separate times. It was that third time that he realized what the situation was. You were flustered. How absolutely adorable.
Over the course of the weeks, you were eventually able to say more than three words to him. You continued to have issues looking directly at him, but he didn't mind that. It was cute. And a little bit of an ego boost.
Now the two of you were thick as thieves. And, in a teasing mood, he decided to ask you about your initial reaction to him.Â
As expected, you couldn't look directly at him, staring at the floor as you fidgeted with clasped hands.
Then he heard, barely above a whisper, âI've never seen anyone who is as beautiful as you.â
His heart fluttered. He knew you well enough now to know that you were from another worldâŠ
Which meantâŠ
He was more beautiful than anyone you'd ever seen in two worlds.
âSometimesâŠsometimes I can't look directly at you because when I look at you IâŠI can't think, and my mouth goes dry.â
Adrenaline rushed through him, and he couldn't fight off the vicious grin as he cruelly took your chin in his hand, and forced you to look at him.
âYou are so adorable.â Then, to absolutely destroy what little calm you had left he pressed a kiss to your nose. You immediately crumbled, your only life line the hand still holding your chin, as he hid his laugh behind a delicate hand to his mouth.
And now? Now he'd invited you home with him for summer break. He'd planned every day's outfit down to the hour, hoping to absolutely destroy you with his casual attire. Not that it was ever truly casual, but that was by design.
And, by the end of the summer, you'd ask him out, and he'd graciously accept. And then you'd live happily ever after.
He forgot to account for one thingâŠ
âIt's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you,â his father said with an amused smile, as he pressed a light kiss to each of your cheeks.
Vil knew immediately. Your eyes flicked to his father's, then your entire being crumbled.
âH-h-h-hi, Mr. Venue-â
"Oh please. No need to be so formal. Call me Eric.â
âE-E-E-â
âFather! I thought you had a meeting today,â Vil cut you off quickly, an unconcealed tinge of irritation to his voice. Not that you'd notice. You were too far gone, your face unsubtly turned down to your feet.
âI did, but I'd be a poor host if I didn't come meet your- what are they again?â His father smirked, a challenge in his eyes.
âI'm-Iâm his-â
âY/Nâs my guest. My guest. No need to be a host, I have it all taken care of.â
Vil and his father smiled at each other for a moment. A moment too long apparently, because you ended up trying to speak again.
âThank you for letting me stay in your home,â you whispered, barely audible.
âIt's not a problem!â He reached out for your hands, taking them in his own, his thumbs gently caressing your knuckles. âIt's wonderful that my son has people that are important to him. Would you, perhaps, like to stay forever?âÂ
In a move very much like one of Vil's, Eric gently tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. Vil watched your face fall under the spell he himself often placed you under. It took everything inside him not to act like a child in a rage. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, and quickly steered you away.
âY/N is very tired so I will show them to their room,â Vil said. âAs I said, I will be their host, no need for you to take time off.â
His father laughed as he quickly shoved you into a nearby guest room. Not even the one he had intended to put you in. But he had to get you away from his dad.
âHe smelled nice,â you whispered.
Of course he did. His father smelled of mahogany and expensive cologne. When he was little, that smell meant home. Now that smell meant-
âHe was so pretty,â you said with a rather nasty voice crack.
Vil grunted. Grunted! Sevens, the effect you had on him.
Just as his father had done, he took your chin in his hand, and said, firmly, âYou're min-my guest. Not his. So try to keep your attention on me.â
You looked at him with big innocent eyes. Vil fought back a distressed, lovesick sigh.
âUnderstoodâŠbutâŠwhat if,â you bit your lip, and Vil knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth would give him gray hair. Though, clearly that would be something you would like.
âWhat if, you shared me?â
He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth a couple times.
âI could be both of your guests!â
âWhat! Do you know what you're saying?â You had to! At least a piece of you had to, or you wouldn't be continuing the conversation.Â
âI don't feel safe answering that question,â you said, your eyes narrowing in suspicion at his attitude.
âI'll be blunt, Y/N,â he said firmly. âYou cannot date my father.â
âI never said-â
âYou didn't have to. It's written all over your face.â
You opened your mouth to protest, closed it, huffed, looked away, then you turned back to him.
âWhy not?â
Vilâs jaw dropped. He sputtered, then exclaimed, âAre you seriously asking why you can't date my dad?â
âHe's a dilf,â you shrugged.
âYou also can't look directly at him!â
âI can change-â
âDoubtful.â
âWow, okay. I see what this is. You are intimidated by the thought of me as your step parent.â
âYou can't be my step parent!â
âI knew it! You're scared of me wearing the pants between the two of us!â
âNo! You can't date my dad, because you are supposed to fall for me!â
You blinked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two perfectly manicured nails. There went his summer plan.
âOh.â
âOh?â He sighed heavily. âOh, as in, you feel the same? Or oh as in, awkward, leave me alone?â
You looked away, and Vil was certain if he felt your cheeks, they would feel feverish.
âI-er-ugh.â
âTake your time,â he hummed his amusement coming back to him.
You glared at him, before crumbling again, and mumbling some gibberish.Â
âYou can't even talk to me, but you think you can handle my father?â
You glared at him, then took a calming breath.
âI like you too.â
âThank sevens,â he pulled you in for a hug, holding back a snicker as he felt you tremble a little.
âYou smell good, too,â you muttered, before hiding your face in his shoulder. He could feel his pride swelling.
But only you could bring it down just as quickly as you brought it up.
âWhy can't you share me?â your tone sounded innocent enough, but he groaned as he pushed you out at arms length.Â
âI absolutely forbid you from flirting with my father.â
âI have two hands, so I could hold both of your hands at the same time!â
âY/N, do not make me use my unique magic on you,â he warned. He watched you glare at him, but you quickly lost your composure as he reopened his arms to you, and you buried yourself against him.
He had a whole summer to keep you away from his father.
Wonderful.
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Seconds
(Firsts - part two)
Pairing - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary - part two to firsts, Rafe Cameron was your first everything.
Warnings - language, alcohol, public sex. (18+)
A/n- shoutout to anon who said this part should be called seconds! Love you! đ„° I didnât think Iâd ever make a part two because nothing ever wrote as well as the first part, but part of the end plot came from the recent tell me lies finale!
Part one
Rafe Cameron.
Rafe Cameron was your first everything.
The first time you made out with someone it was with Rafe, both aged 15, you both had been each other's first for everything. The best of friends since age 5, so when he found himself standing between your legs at a party as you sat on the island bench chewing on some plain bread because the alcohol was making you feel a bit nauseous, you both just kissed. No question to it, he leant in and so did you.
You remember his hand holding your jaw as your lips moved together, tongues brushing each other and his other hand held your thigh thumb caressing your naked skin. Small giggles would escape both your lips as you kept kissing.
Nobody questioned anything the two of you did, knowing better not to get involved in your business. So when the two of you began getting heated, your hips grinding into each other and his arms wrapping around your waist, they knew it was time to give you space and left the kitchen.
You made out alot after that, but you were always just best friends.
The first time you both had sex was with each other. You had just turned 16, Rafe had been talking about watching porn a lot and said that some girl in your grade propositioned him at a party, saying something about a box full of condoms and no parents home. You didnât like that one bit so you told him you also wanted to have sex, it was just agreed upon youâd have sex together.
The two of you had two shots of vodka to calm the nerves, it was in your bed when both your parents had an event. Equally both as nervous but he comforted you alot more than you did him. âJust tell me to stop if itâs too muchâ he kept saying as you both kissed and removed clothing, you told him you would and to stop worrying.
You had lit a scented candle and dimmed your lights down low, you didnât feel nervous about being naked with him. You were nervous for the pain, your friends had told you how much they hated it the first time so you assumed you would.
But it was different, you had both done a lot of research on how to have sex, not just sex. Good sex, you werenât sure how many blogs you had read with him. Looking up everything and anything about it, so when the time came, it was enjoyable, Maybe not as enjoyable as it was the 3rd or 4th time but it wasnât as bad as your friends had said. The moment you saw each other naked that was when it changed for you, seeing his erect cock that stood for you made your inside churn. You were done for and you did nothing to stop it, that feeling grew and grew. When he gave you a real orgasm you knew youâd never be able to have anyone else.
Rafe was your first everything until he wasnât.
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Months went by after your birthday, you were still angry and hurt at Rafe but it was starting to fade because you never saw him. He lived right next door but he was never around when you were, your schedules never matched up anymore and that was a blessing in disguise.
Your family had received the invite to his engagement party, you had immediately said no to your parents but they were not letting you out of it. You spent weeks dreading the day, avoiding looking for a dress just hoping your mum would understand.
But when the night came a lot faster than expected you could no longer put it off, your mother had left you a dress hanging in the bathroom. It was beautiful, exactly the kind of dress you would have brought. There was no getting out of this party, so you had to figure out a way to make the night bearable.
Dressed in a pretty black baby doll dress you found yourself leaning against the bar, champagne flute between your fingers as you stared off into space. Moving from one foot to the other, feet aching from the stupid stilettos you decided to wear, you had secured a nice spot at the bar. Hidden behind some ridiculous ice sculpture of the lovely couple, you were unsure of how many glasses of champagne you had thrown back. Trying to blur the night out the best you could, you hadnât spoken to Rafe yet. Your parents had been pulled away as soon as you walked in so you were able to run and hide before any greetings were made.
Apparently your hiding space wasnât kept a secret for very long though, someoneâs fingers grazed your hip causing you to wobble on your feet and fumble with the glass, the contents spraying over the marble floor at your feet. âFuck you scared me!â You squeaked, coming face to face with Jeremy. Rafes' older cousin, Rafes, suddenly became a very hot older cousin. âSorry! You did look like you were on another planetâ he laughs, reaching over the bar he grabs the tequila and pours himself a generous shot. He grabs a rag and kneels at your feet, wiping away the liquid from the floor and the small amount that hit your feet. He looks up at you through his dark lashes and you quickly look away when the heat between your legs flare.
He steps up and presses the shot glass to his lips, your eyes glued to them as he shoots it back and licks the liquid from his lips, he gives you his famous dimple grin and leans against the bar. âSo y/n.. how have you been? Itâs been 4 years?â
âYeah 4 years.. Iâm good! Just turned 21!â You smiled, waving the glass of champagne in the air like you werenât drinking at the age of 15, he grasps a glass of champagne and knocks it with yours. The two of you share a look as you both take a sip of the bubbles. âYou look goodâ. Heâs not shy and takes a long look at you, trailing him from top to bottom. âYou too Jerâ
âSo I heard about you and Rafe, sorry about that. He can be an assholeâ he says, heâs moved closer to you now. Both your forearms are rested together as you both stare out at the sea of people, your eyes finally find Rafe. Heâs clenching his jaw as his fiancĂ© whisks him around the room, flaunting her huge rock off.
âMmm⊠doesnât matter. Itâs whateverâ
Jeremy shoots you a sideways look as if to say âI donât believe youâ, he also watches Rafe walk round the room. He was angry for you, angry his little cousin would throw away such a perfect person for a girl who had a rich daddy and nothing else to offer. Anger spread through your veins as you stared at him across the room.
âHe fucked me over on my birthday⊠I'm still mad. I just⊠I just want him to feel the way I do⊠hurtâ you spill, swallowing the rest of your drink and slamming it on the table. Your cheeks and neck flushed pink as the alcohol warmed your body, you were hurt but most of all angry. Angry heâd do that to you and walk away like it was nothing⊠like he hadnât just ruined your life again.
âWhat did he do?â
Rafe stands across the room, a permanent fake smile plastered on his face as he makes the rounds. Sipping on warm champagne even though heâd much rather be throwing back shots right now, he didnât want to be here. He hated being around this many people when he was stone cold sober, hated that you were right across the room. Hated that his eyes kept drifting over to where you stood at the bar talking to his cousin Jeremy, hated that you probably found him so hot now. You used to tell him that his cousin was hot when you were both 16 and he hated it back then, he hates it even more now because he canât do anything to stop the interaction. Hated the sick thoughts that spread through his brain when he imagined the two of you fucking.
Rafe isnât sure how many times heâs looked over at you tonight but when everyone is made to take a seat to eat he hates that he canât find you in the crowd and hates it even more that his cousin is missing too. Hates that he doesnât know what youâre doing and hates thatâs he not doing it with you.
Rebecca could sense something was off and sent him a look of disapproval, flicking her eyes over to her dad who was also watching the both of them. The whole thing was a joke, made to get married just for the business. But he put himself in this mess and couldnât expect anyone else to get him out, even his father had no sway over the Jones family.
Rafes anxious foot tapping had caught Rebeccaâs attention again and she gave his thigh a squeeze, unsure why he was acting the way he was. He wasnât sure how long it had been since sitting down for dinner, staring down at the plate and trying to figure out if it was the entree or the main course, honestly they were all the same damn size but cost a shit tonne of his money. Rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw, he felt his phone vibrate with a message and your name appeared on his screen. His heartbeat was felt in his ears as he looked around the table before opening the message. âWe should talkâ.
Pushing his chair back roughly he excused himself from the table, letting them know someone was calling. Rebecca eyed him suspiciously but couldnât be bothered dealing with his shit right now, sitting back in her chair and breathing a sigh of relief when he left.
Rafe however was not relieved, he was nervous, scared out of his brain at what you might say. Heâs not even sure why heâs actually even coming to talk to you, he fucked up at your birthday party. If Rebecca found out she would be so pissed, her dad would pull the plug on the business deal. His whole life would go up in flames and his dad would kill him. However, as soon as you told him where to meet you he was taking bigger strides to get to you. He needed to apologize for the past 4 years, and needed to tell you whatâs been happening.
However as he rounds the corner of the porch the muscles in his legs lock, his eyes fall to your naked frame. He didnât even need to see your face to know it was you riding someoneâs cock on a deck chair, he feels sick to his stomach but he couldnât look away. The curves of your body had changed over the years, your hips grew wider. Your and thighs thick, his hands fisted at his side. Was this your form of revenge? Had you not meant to text him? Did you want him to watch you? Or were you hoping heâd see and run back inside?
His eyes fixate on where the guys cock disappears between the two of you, your head is thrown back and palms pressed against his chest. He canât hear you from here but he knows your moaning, he still hears the sounds to this day. He so desperately wants to be the person under you, watching you come undone around him and feel your wet pussy. Anger bubbles in his chest when he sees whoâs dick it is your fucking.
His fucking cousins⊠he sees red.
2 hours before
âFuck what an asshole!â Rafeâs cousin exclaims, pouring you another glass of champagne. He shakes his head in disbelief at the idiocy of his younger cousin, he was always rooting for the two of you to open your eyes and start dating. âYeah⊠I wanted to get him back. Tell Rebecca or something but I donât know.. I donât think itâll do anything, he doesnât care about meâ.
Jeremy chuckles softly, the dimples on his cheeks causing your knees to weaken just a little, you felt like a 14 year old girl again. Creasing your brows at him as he shakes his head at you.
âThatâs not the case at all⊠he hasnât stopped looking over at you all night. I think heâs got himself stuck with the Jones family, however that doesnât give him the right to treat you the way he has.. I have an ideaâ.
The next thing you know your agreeing to get revenge on Rafe; your agreeing to fuck his older cousin. The older cousin you actually did have a small crush on years ago. The older cousin you knew would be just as good as Rafe in bed maybe he even better?
âYou're sure you're okay with this?â He questions, heâs taken his suit jacket and tie off now. The two of you sat on a deck chair as his hand lay upon your thigh. âYeahâ. Heâs kissed you multiple times on the way to the garden, calming your nerves with each slide of his tongue.
His lips are on yours again and it feels slightly like how it did with Rafe, you liked the feeling of his soft lips and the way his tongue tastes on yours. He was softer like how Rafe was when you first kissed, his hands roamed your body stopping to caress certain areas. âWe will get a text ready to send himâ he whispers, his mouth now kisses down the length of your neck and you keep picturing Rafe. You shouldnât but you do.
âWhen will we send it?â
He pulls away for a moment, fingers dragging down the zipper of your dress a shiver runs down your spine. Your own fingers unbuttoning the tiny little buttons on his white shirt, he was built like Rafe. Tanned and toned, everything you enjoyed in a man. âWhen Iâm inside you, send it when you feel close to coming but donât come until we know heâs seen youâ
You nod your head going to open your mouth then ask him how he can be so sure heâll make you come. âDonât even ask the question thatâs on the tip of your tongue, Iâll make you come donât you worryâ.
It all moves so fast, kissing, touching. His fingers are inside of you and bringing you to your first orgasm, he told you had to show you he could do it. Youâll remember the way his tongue felt on you till the end of time. âYou ready?â He checks again, you can feel his hard cock against your opening. You lower yourself onto him without speaking and he chokes out a noise when you clench around him, your hands planted on his chest as you begin to find your rhythm. âFucking hellâ he grunts, his fingers dig deeper into your hips. He feels good, really good. You hadnât been with someone in a while, always comparing them to Rafe. But right now all your mind could comprehend was the way his cock hit exactly where it needs to be, your pussy juices dripping around him with each thrust. âOhâ you cry, momentarily forgetting why the two of you are fucking in public, he halts his movements when he feels your walls begin the pulsate. âWha- waitâ you cry, heâs pressing send on your message to Rafe but youâre more focused on finding that white hot release.
Text Messages
You-
We need to talk 7.55pm
Iâm outside 7.56pm
Rafe-
On my way 8.00pm
âIâm about to explodeâ you cry, the anger of waiting for him to reply has you wanting to scream. Your orgasm had been bubbling, ready to let rip. Until Jeremy paused your actions and said to wait for him to reply, he had also said heâd rather just fuck you right now rather then get back at Rafe but he said it was his idea and he had to see it through. Said something about you deserving your revenge.
When you could hear footsteps you began to rock on Jeremy again, neither of you certain it was Rafe but you didnât want to miss your chance. You bounced against his cock slowly, the lights around the pool illuminated your naked body, you were sure he could see exactly where his cock was going and how wet you were from where he stood.
You put on a performance, rolling your hips and bouncing. Throwing your head back and whispering for Jeremy to grope your tits, they were Rafeâs favorite thing.
You hadnât expected Rafe to move around the pool, he was now in your line of site and he stared you down as you fucked his cousin.
He licked his lips in desire and let his eyes roam your body, blocking out the fact you were riding a family member. âOh fuck Jerâ you cried and he winced at his cousins name but couldnât tear his eyes away from you as you came, moans of delight filled the still air and you the sweat on your skin made you glisten under the moon. Jeremy followed close behind coming so hard the two of you shook and caused you to come again, you practically convulsed on top of him as you came down from your third orgasm. âHoly fucking shitâ you whispered in shock, pushing yourself back up to see Rafe still watching you.
You looked right at him and tossed your hair over your shoulders bearing your perky tits for him, sending him a small wave. âEnjoy the show?â.
He couldnât hide his anger, he practically had steam rolling out of his ears but the sound of his name being called from the back patio had him scurrying off back into, glancing back at you a few times.
âWell fuck⊠that was the best fucking revenge ever!â You laughed, Jeremy laughed with you and you lean your weight into his chest. âAlways here if you need to get revenge on him againâ.
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i know who you are | 2. the journal
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Chapter Summary: Your memories still remain out of reach, so you ask Joel to tell you a bit about yourself, and with the help of a journal you kept, you begin to learn more about the person you became in the past ten years, leaving you with more questions than answers.
Chapter Warnings: language, eating, alcohol use, angst, pining, sad!Joel, amnesia
WC: 6.3K
Series Masterlist
"Did'ya get any sleep?"
You glanced up at Joel as you walked side by side towards the dining hall.
"No," you admitted, looking straight ahead again.
After Joel left you in his - your - bedroom, instructing you to rest on his way out, you found you could do anything but. Your mind was spinning with all of the information you had just learned, and you weren't sure which topic consumed you more: the end of the world or the supposed love of your life.
The longer his words set in, the more you were finding it difficult to look at him. It was such a strange feeling, having this large, burly, gruff man proclaim his love for you, to say he would stop at nothing to make you feel the same way, to insist you were meant for each other. It seemed so out of character, though you hardly felt like you knew him. But even now as you walked down the street, you noticed how some of the people in town glanced at him. Moving quickly out of his way.
It wasn't just you who found him intimidating.
You were distracted as you walked, curiously peering into storefronts and repurposed buildings when a group of children playing a game of tag nearly ran into you. At the last moment, Joel tugged your arm, pulling you into his side just in time. The children seemed to realize their mistake because their laughter quickly stopped and the smiles fell from their faces as they looked up at him.
"We're sorry, Mr. Miller," a young boy no more than eight years old said.
Miller. You never even bothered to ask his last name.
Joel just grunted and they scurried away, no doubt eager to escape his glare. You chanced a look at him, studying his stern expression when you realized he was still holding you against him. He was warm. Warmer than you expected. And solid. You cleared your throat and stepped away from his grasp, muttering your thanks and glancing around the busy street to avoid the disappointed look in his eye when it became clear you weren't comfortable with him touching you.
You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jeans and continued to walk in silence down the main road. A few people shot you curious looks or did double takes as they walked by, and you had to assume if Ellie heard the news about your accident, then others had, as well.
The Tipsy Bison came into view at the corner of the street, made obvious by the large crowds of people gathered outside.
"Does everyone have to eat here or are you allowed to have food in your homes?" you asked him, and he looked down at you, surprised by the question.
"We got food. It's not like a prison or somethin'," he said with a chuckle. "Most folks like to come here to socialize, but sometimes we cook dinner at home," he stopped short when he realized he never asked you what you preferred. "Did'ya wanna stay home instead?"
"No, this is fine," you told him over your shoulder.
"You sure? Maybe it's too much right now," he replied, jogging a bit to keep up.
"I'm sure. You won't leave me, right?" you asked, looking at him nervously.
"'Course not," he said, trying to hide his grin. He liked that you wanted him around, even if it was only because you didn't know anybody else. It was a start.
When Joel swung the door open, holding it wide so you could enter first, it might have been your imagination but you thought the loud chatter simultaneously died down for a split second. Then Joel stepped in beside you and the volume rose once again.
You wanted to look around and take in the rustic atmosphere but you could feel the eyes on you as Joel led you through the crowd, the scrutiny making you feel extremely out of place, so you kept your gaze pinned straight ahead. Following dutifully behind, you watched as people automatically moved out of his way, like he was Moses parting the Red Sea, until he reached a table in a somewhat quiet corner of the dining hall. He pulled out a chair and stood behind it, his hand still resting on the back, and it took you a second to realize he was waiting for you to sit so he could push it in. You quietly thanked him then finally looked around the room.
The dining room had tables scattered around, and as far as you could see, they all appeared to be taken. People were standing in groups, drinking and laughing and eating and you wondered how in the world your table wasn't taken. You were about to turn and ask when an older man approached your table.
"Hey guys," he said, pulling out a pad of paper from his pocket. "What'll it be?"
You went wide eyed for a moment, looking around trying to figure out what your choices were when, much to your relief, Joel spoke for you both.
"Still got any of that stew left?"
"Sure do. Few guys got lucky earlier today, too. Got two deer, so we'll be havin' more soon," he replied, jotting something down on his paper. "Two whiskies?"
Joel was about to nod when you spoke up for the first time.
"Just water for me, thanks," you said, and the man nodded his head.
"Thanks, Seth," Joel said as he walked away.
You glanced at Joel quickly, awkwardly catching his eye. It felt too much like a date. Dropping your gaze to the table, you tried to think of something to say.
"Probably a good idea, skippin' alcohol," he said. "Didn't even think about it, what with your head and all."
"Yeah," you said, your hand coming up to gently touch the stitches. "Besides, I don't like whiskey, anyway," you added. Joel laughed softly as he watched you shift nervously in your chair.
"What?" you asked with a frown.
"Nothin'," he replied, still staring at you in disbelief. "Just ever since you got here you've been tossin' back whiskey better than most of the men. You must've gotten a taste for it at some point."
"There's no way," you said, scrunching your nose when Seth put down Joel's glass in front of him. He stared down at it wistfully, swirling the amber liquid in the glass, lost in thought.
"Whiskey's how we first met," he said softly, still staring at the glass. You tilted your head towards him, waiting for him to continue. "When you first arrived, you were like a caged animal. You came here lookin' to blow off steam," he said with a distant smile. "It was a slow night. Just you and me and a handful of others. You were tossin' that shit back like it was nothin'."
You watched him as he reminisced. His eyes shone brightly and a small smile played on his lips, it almost felt like you were intruding on something special.
"When me and Ellie first arrived, no one really went outta their way to talk to me. I preferred it that way. Was used to bein' on my own," he continued, looking up at you now. "But that night, you sat down next to me at the bar like you had been waitin' for me or somethin'. You asked me if I was drinkin' for fun or drinkin' to forget. Those were the very first words you said to me."
You were completely silent as he spoke. The way he told it, it felt like you could see the scene playing out right before you, the way he remembered every detail left you in awe.
"What did you say?" you asked a little breathlessly.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he looked down at the table.
"Drinkin' to forget."
You waited for him to elaborate, but when it became apparent he wasn't going to, you asked him another question.
"Then what happened?"
He raised his eyebrows and hummed, a slow smile stretching across his face before he answered.
"You told me you could help me have fun and help me forget," he said, and you could feel the heat instantly flush your cheeks.
"Oh, my god," you murmured, covering your mouth, utterly mortified. "Please tell me you're joking."
He shook his head, still smiling at the memory. You glanced around the room, trying to look anywhere but at him.
"So then, did we...?" you trailed off, gaze still fixed on a spot on the wall.
"Oh, yeah. 'Course we did. I'm no saint," he chuckled.
"Jesus Christ," you said, burying your face in your hands. "That doesn't sound like me at all."
"It's not. Well, not anymore. You had an edge to you when you first arrived. Most do. Survivin' out there does that to you," he said, taking his first sip of whiskey.
You sat in silence for another minute, contemplating asking him what he knew about your life before you met him, but ultimately deciding against it. Maybe another time.
"Where's the bathroom?" you asked him, and he pointed down a small hallway near the bar. You thanked him, his eyes trailing after you as you made your way through the crowds, only dropping his gaze once you were no longer in view. It was a strange thing, recounting stories for you like that. At first, the memories made him smile, but once he saw the lost look on your face he felt the sadness creep back up, settling deep in his chest, and he wondered if he would ever get you back.
You knew you were in the bathroom too long. You knew he would likely be worried, but you just couldn't stop staring at your reflection in the mirror after you washed your hands. Who was this person staring back at you? She looked older and weathered and tired. Your fingertip gently prodded at the bags under your eyes and then a small scar on your chin. What happened to you out there to make you the person Joel was describing? What did you have to do to survive? And did you really want to know the answer?
The door swung open, startling you as three girls around your age entered the bathroom. Their giggles stopped when they saw you and you watched them exchange glances in the mirror before a pretty girl with long, blonde hair greeted you by name. Turning around, you gave her a smile, hoping they would go about their business so you could slip out of there, but of course the pretty girl wanted to talk.
"We heard you had an accident, are you okay?" she asked, and she sounded sincere, but something about her smile made you think twice.
"Yeah, got a few stitches but it should be fine," you said, your eyes flicking to the other two girls, giving them each a smile. They looked at each other and smirked before heading towards the bathroom stalls, leaving you with just the blonde.
"So, is it true? Did you really lose your memory?" she asked, her voice low as if it were a secret, and finally you were able to pick up the vibe. You had been to high school before the outbreak. You had encounters with these types of girls before. Friendly to your face, vicious behind your back.
"Uh, yeah," you admitted, and she gasped as if she felt bad, but you saw the way her eyes lit up.
"So you don't remember, like, anything?"
"Well, I remember before everything went to hell," you told her, "but I don't remember this place, no."
"Oh, wow," she said, and you heard the toilets flush before the other two girls exited the stalls, grinning conspiratorially at the blonde. "So you don't know anybody here?"
You shook your head, feeling uncomfortable with the line of questioning at this point. What was she really getting at?
"That must mean you don't remember Joel, right?" one of the girls at the sink piped up. You looked at her briefly over your shoulder and shook your head, turning back to the blonde but not before you caught the look in her eye.
"Oh, that's too bad," she said, giving you a pout. "Does that mean you aren't together anymore, or-"
Suddenly, the door swung open and Ellie stormed in. Her hard gaze drifted around to the three girls and she gave them a look of disgust.
"Scram, vultures," she told them, and the blonde made a face at her before flipping her hair over her shoulder and heading to one of the stalls. Ellie called your name and you scurried over, allowing her to lead you back out into the dining room but not before she gave the other two girls a few choice words.
"Don't talk to them, they're nasty," she told you as you weaved your way through the crowd. Joel's eyes instantly found you once you were in view and you saw him straighten up in his chair.
"You okay?" he asked, and you could see the genuine concern in his face as you sat down. You were about to answer when Ellie plopped down on the other side of him and spoke first.
"Angie and her little sidekicks cornered her in there," she explained, rolling her eyes. "Already sniffing around for scraps."
"What do you mean?" you asked her, but just then Seth arrived with your meals and you never got an answer.
"Stew again?" Ellie asked, scrunching up her nose.
"It's good," Joel told her before taking a bite. You looked down at the bowl and you were inclined to agree with Ellie, but you swallowed the food down anyway, just grateful for something to eat after such a long day.
"Aren't you going to eat?" you asked her, noticing she hadn't ordered anything and instead was busy sketching in a journal.
"Nah, I'm going to Dina's later, I'll eat there," she explained without looking up.
"Who's Dina?"
"Oh, my girlfriend," Ellie explained, glancing up at you briefly. "Sorry. I still can't get used to this. It's so weird you don't remember."
"Don't be out too late. You got school tomorrow," Joel reminded her. Even though he wasn't Ellie's father, he seemed to have quite the knack for being a dad.
"Yes, sir," she said sarcastically, giving him a weak, two-fingered salute before hunching back over her journal. You heard some familiar giggles coming from somewhere behind you, and when you turned to look, you locked eyes with the blonde girl from the bathroom - Angie - who was holding some drink in her hand, her two friends flanking her sides as she strolled past your table. Her eyes drifted briefly to Joel before she passed by, then turned her attention to her friends, disappearing into the crowd.
"Who is that?" you asked, realizing you never really got much of an explanation. Joel and Ellie responded at the same time.
"Nobody."
"Joel's ex."
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as Joel glared at Ellie.
"What? She woulda found out eventually," Ellie protested.
"She ain't even an ex," he said, turning to you now. "Just a mistake I made one time before you even got here," he insisted. The tone in his voice made it sound like he was trying to reassure you there was nothing to worry about, but of course, the information didn't phase you.
"Okay," you replied with a shrug. He examined your blank stare for a moment, searching for a glimmer of recognition. The disappointment in his expression every time something like this happened was becoming too much to bear, so you dragged your eyes off him to glance around the crowded room once again. You found Tommy leaning against the bar and you stood up.
"Where are you goin'?"
"I need to ask Tommy something," you said. "I'll be right back."
His eyes followed you as you pushed your way towards the bar, his heart feeling like it was going to break. He wasn't exactly looking for you to have an overly jealous reaction to hearing about another woman from his past, but your casual indifference hurt more than he expected. When you first found out about Angie, you insisted you weren't jealous but the way you sneered at her going forward, combined with giving him the best sex of his life later that night told him a different story.
"You think she'll ever get her memory back?" Ellie asked, still focusing on her drawing. Joel sighed and dragged his hands down his face.
"I don't know, kid."
"What'd you need to talk to Tommy for?" Joel asked once you both arrived back to his - your - home. You had wandered into the kitchen, Joel hot on your trail.
"Oh, I just had a question about something I saw when we were out there today," you explained, and he raised an eyebrow for you to continue. "There were dead bodies when I came to. They looked all decayed and... subhuman. Now that you told me about the infection, I wanted to ask."
Joel watched you open and close cupboards until you found the glasses, then picked one out to fill with water.
"So you ran into some runners," he said, and you nodded. "Did he happen to mention how you hit your head?"
Your hand froze, your glass halfway to your lips as you considered his question.
"Actually, no, he didn't," you said, setting down the glass and looking up at him.
"Yeah, he didn't really tell me, either," he replied, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "When he told me you hit your head and you were havin' trouble remeberin' things, I just came runnin'."
Guilt washed over you yet again as you thought about Joel being told the news and how panicked he must have been. He practically ripped all the exam room doors off their hinges to find you, only to be met with a stranger when he finally did.
"Well, I can ask him tomorrow," you finally said, putting your glass in the sink to avoid looking at him.
"Yeah," he replied, trailing off a bit. He was still lost in thought, trying to remember Tommy's exact words when you walked past him towards the stairs.
"You're tired?"
"Well, it's been a long day," you told him, pausing on a stair to look back down at him.
"Right, 'course," he said, shaking his head and following you up. When you got to the doorway of his bedroom you paused, looking up at him. It seemed like he was struggling to say something, his mind working hard to find the words, but instead he just gazed down at you, brown eyes all wide and soft.
"Don't suppose anythin's comin' back to you yet?" he finally asked, and you hated seeing that look. That same hopeful look you kept seeing right before you opened your mouth and crushed him. This was hard for him, you knew that, but the way he kept looking at you was making things so much worse. The pressure you felt to become this person he was expecting you to be was overwhelming. You opted to drop your gaze to the floor and slowly shake your head.
"That's okay," he said, and you dragged your eyes back up to him. "Maybe tomorrow."
You gave him a small smile. "Yeah, maybe."
He sighed and glanced at the door to the spare room.
"You need anythin', I'm right next door," he said, hitching his thumb to the side and giving you a lopsided grin, but you could still see it in his eyes. The disappointment. The sadness. The yearning. And it was making you feel sick.
Just as he turned to head towards the spare room, you spoke. "Joel?"
And he eagerly swiveled back around.
"I'm gonna try really hard to remember," you said earnestly, looking deep into his eyes.
"I know," he replied with a sad smile. He gave you one more look before heading into the spare room and softly closing the door behind him.
Joel slept like shit.
No surprise there, really. He hadn't slept without you in years. He had hoped the whiskey would have helped, but he was wrong. His mind was racing as he tossed and turned, and by morning he had foolishly convinced himself that you would be back to normal after a good night's rest. He got up early and made coffee for the two of you, like he always did, then tended to the fire in the living room. The nights and early mornings were frigid, but the days were warm. The first sign that fall was approaching fast. He was just putting the poker back when he heard the bedroom door creak open upstairs and his heart jumped into his throat excitedly, but when you descended the stairs and locked eyes with him, he knew nothing had changed. He didn't even bother to ask. You didn't look at him the same way you used to. You used to smile and gravitate towards him, your hands always seeking out his, your eyes playful and loving, but now you looked at him like he was a complete stranger. Devoid of all affection, the only thing that remained was a forced politeness.
You said good morning and headed into the kitchen and Joel wondered how long it would take for you to come around. Less than a day ago, you looked at him in fear, but now you seemed at least comfortable in his presence. That had to count for something.
He must have looked like shit because when he joined you in the kitchen, you eyed him up and down curiously.
"Have you been up for a while?"
He shook his head and picked up his mug, taking a sip and hoping the caffeine would bring him back to life.
"How's your head?" he asked.
"Not great," you admitted, pouring your own cup of coffee. "It really hurts. I think whatever meds the doctor gave me yesterday wore off."
Without even thinking, Joel quickly closed the distance between you to examine your injury. You startled a bit when he came up behind you and lifted your hair, but for his benefit, you tamped down your reaction. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he gripped the nape of your neck to angle your head downwards in order to get a better look. You closed your eyes and held your breath as you focused on his fingertips pressing tenderly into your skin. You heard him murmur to himself, the sound coming from deep within his chest, and you realized just how close he really was. Aside from pulling you out of the way so the kids playing tag wouldn't knock you down, it was the first time he had really touched you, and he was so much softer than you expected.
"Don't think it's infected but let's go see the doc, just to be sure," he said, his hand still on your neck, his other hand pushing your hair away.
"Okay," you said quietly, finally allowing yourself to take in a shaky breath as you waited for him to release you.
As if he realized what he was doing, he let your hair fall back into place and let go of your neck, his fingertips lightly trailing down your spine before falling to his side, making you shiver and step away.
"Sorry," he said. "Should've asked to look first."
"It's fine," you told him, absentmindedly rubbing the spot on your neck his fingers just touched.
As you walked side by side to the infirmary, his stony expression slid back into place. Gone was the softness you witnessed in his home. His hardened gaze drifted around the street, then to the watch towers, taking everything in. Studying. Calculating. And that was when you realized there were two Joel Millers: the one who the rest of the town viewed as gruff and callous, and the one you saw in the kitchen that morning, soft and gentle.
You wondered how many people got to see the latter version.
Nick examined you again in the same room as before, but this time, Joel was there watching his every move like a hawk. You could practically see the tension radiating off Nick's shoulders as he moved around the room. He examined your cut carefully, Joel's eyes never once leaving his hands, confirming that it was not infected before parceling out ten little white tablets of extra strength Tylenol into a small baggie and advising you to use them sparingly as inventory was low.
"That's it?" Joel asked incredulously.
"You know how it is, Joel," Nick said, but you heard his voice waver when Joel stood up from his chair. "Meds are hard to come by, we gotta be smart-"
"She hit her goddamn head so fuckin' hard she's lucky she remembers her own name and you're givin' her Tylenol?" he seethed, and you could see his neck growing flush with anger again.
"Joel, calm down, it's fine," you said, sliding off the table. Turning to Nick, you were about to voice your thanks when Joel cut you off.
"It ain't fine. What's it gotta take to get somethin' that actually works?" he huffed, taking a step forward and making Nick shift his weight nervously. "She gotta be missin' an arm? Maybe if she hit her head hard enough to forget what fuckin' planet she's on?"
"Joel, that's enough!" you snapped with a frown, and much to Nick's relief, Joel instantly backed off. He turned and paced around the small room, his hand rubbing over his mouth as he tried to calm down.
"What about my memory? Is it a bad sign I haven't remembered anything yet?" you asked Nick, and Joel paused somewhere behind you to listen to his answer.
"Well, the brain is a tricky thing," he began, his eyes darting over your shoulder briefly. "It could be weeks, could be months. Without any imaging, I wouldn't be able to tell you much more than that." You nodded and swallowed nervously before asking your next question.
"Or never, right?"
Nick took a deep breath and looked at Joel over your shoulder again before responding.
"It's possible."
You heard Joel's boots squeak against the linoleum floor and without even looking, you knew he was anxiously pacing around again.
"Alright, thank you. We'll get out of your hair now," you said, turning to corral Joel towards the door.
"Regardless, I'd like to see you again in a few days so I can take a look at those stitches," Nick said, and you agreed while pushing a muttering Joel back out into the hallway.
"I'll get you better meds," he said as you both walked out of the infirmary. "I got patrol tomorrow mornin', but I can go out after. There's a small cluster of houses we never did a full sweep on. Maybe-"
"The Tylenol is fine, don't go through the trouble. You could get hurt," you said, shoving the baggie of pills into your pocket.
"Tylenol ain't gonna do shit. I don't want you bein' in pain if there's somethin' we can do about it."
You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck, trying to temporarily relieve the ache in your head until you could get home and take one of the pills. You gave Joel a sideways glance, studying him as you walked together. He was brash and rude and aggressive, but you were learning that side of him came out when he was being protective over the ones he loved.
Or when he was trying to hide who he really was.
"So, everyone pitches in around here, right?" you asked, trying to change the subject. "You do patrol. What do I do?"
You paused at a crossroads, trying to remember which way to go, when Joel's hand on your elbow guided you in the right direction.
"You work patrol, too, but you ain't doin' that anymore," he said, letting go of your elbow after holding on for a moment too long.
"Well, obviously. I don't even know how to ride a horse," you said with a snort. "So I guess I need to find a new job, right? Who do I talk to?"
"Why don't you slow down a minute?" Joel said with a chuckle. "Let that pretty little head of yours heal up before you go lookin' for work."
You weren't going to say anything about his comment. Although it took you off guard, you realized he had habits that were going to be hard to ignore and you didn't expect that to happen overnight, but he seemed to realize what he said on his own and awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Sorry," he said softly.
"It's okay. I know this is difficult for you," you said, shooting him a sympathetic glance as you climbed his porch steps. He swung open the door and followed you inside, where you made a beeline for a glass of water so you could take one of the pills.
"We got a lotta history, you and me. It's hard to start over," he said as he watched you toss back the Tylenol with a wince. You examined his face closely and pulled out one of the stools to sit down. You leaned forward, forearms resting on the cool countertop before replying.
"Tell me a story."
He raised an eyebrow at you but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up a bit.
"What kinda story?"
"A story about us. You just said we have a lot of history together. Let's hear some of it," you replied with an encouraging smile.
"You sure? Thought you'd wanna go lay down," he said, but he eagerly pulled up a stool across from you.
"I think I can handle one little story," you told him, then watched as he stared down at his hands on top of the counter, deep in thought. When he thought of one, a slow smile spread across his face and his dark brown eyes flicked up to meet yours and you saw that softer side of him again.
"Alright," he said, settling back a bit. "So I told'ya last night how we met."
You cringed, remembering the story of a much bolder and seductive version of yourself, and nodded.
"Well, after that night we started seein' each other for a few weeks. It was just casual, nothin' serious," he said, looking down at his hands again. "I convinced you to sneak around so no one would catch on, and you grew tired of that. Rightfully so. I was bein' an asshole."
You watched him pull at a loose thread on the cuff of his flannel shirt, his eyes still cast down and you were beginning to realize it was due to shame.
"So anyway. One day you came over to, y'know..." he said, and you felt the heat in your cheeks again. "And you confronted me about it head on. Demanded to know why I wanted to keep you a secret. Thought I was ashamed of you - which I wasn't," he said quickly, his eyes finally meeting yours again. "But I had been through a lot of shit and I just didn't think I could give myself to someone like that again."
"What kind of shit?" you asked quietly, but he just lightly shook his head.
"One story at a time," he told you with a sad smile. You chewed on your lower lip as you waited for him to continue, his focus back on the loose string while he collected his thoughts.
"So I explained I had a hard time lettin' people in, that I wasn't capable of carin' 'bout anyone like that anymore, and you said to me, 'I know who you are, Joel Miller. Don't give me that bullshit, you're just scared.'"
He stared into your eyes, letting what he said land and hoping to see a flicker of the woman who spoke those words, but you just continued to look at him, waiting for him to finish the story like it was about somebody else entirely.
"Well, you were right, obviously. You always are," he continued with a smirk. "It knocked me on my ass. And I didn't know what was more difficult to believe: that you knew me better than I knew myself, or someone like you wanted anythin' to do with me in the first place."
You smiled and dropped your gaze to the counter, suddenly feeling shy.
"I'm not saying I don't believe you, but so far, these stories don't sound like me at all," you admitted.
He took a deep breath and finally stopped fidgeting with his sleeve.
"A lot's happened in ten years. Stuff that changes people. But I don't care what version of you's here, I love all of you."
You kept your eyes glued to his hands. You wished you could say it back. You knew he wanted to hear it. Maybe one day.
He tapped his finger on the counter, pulling your attention up so you were forced to look him in the eye.
"You fought for me that night, now I'm gonna fight for you, okay?" he said, eyebrows raised as he waited for you to acknowledge him. When you nodded sheepishly, his shoulders relaxed.
"So you're saying I fell in love with you because you were an asshole?" you joked, trying to lighten the mood, and it worked. Joel laughed heartily and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Nah, you didn't love me then," he said, still smiling.
"So how did I fall in love with you?" you asked, and his tongue clicked against his teeth.
"You're gonna have to wait to find out," he replied with a wink.
It wasn't his fault, but the rest of the day you could feel Joel looking at you. He was examining you, waiting to see the woman he fell in love with, and the pressure was beginning to be too much, so you made up an excuse to go lay down in his bedroom. He had mentioned he had patrol in the morning. Maybe some time away from him would help you relax.
You stared up at the white ceiling. The distant sound of children laughing outside through the closed window and then the door to the garage swinging open and shut acted as a soundtrack to your overactive thoughts. You almost had to laugh. It felt like your mind was constantly working, churning up information and digesting it only to always come up empty.
Absolutely nothing seemed familiar. Nothing about this place or these people felt like home.
You wished so badly you could remember something. Anything to make you feel like you belonged there. One little shred of hope was all you were looking for.
And then you remembered the journal.
Sitting up in bed, you tucked your legs underneath you and reached over for the black book. You fingers hesitated for a moment on the cover. It felt like an invasion of privacy, but how could that be when it was your own?
Taking a deep breath, you flipped open the journal and began at the beginning.
Right away, you could tell you wrote the entries. There was no doubt in your mind. Aside from your handwriting, your typical disorganization shone through like a beacon on every page. You occasionally remembered to notate in the margin the date, or your best guess at the date, but more often than not you were left with very little context for each small paragraph you read.
You were disappointed to realize the journal seemed to begin after you had met Joel. A big part of you was very eager to learn more about the person you were before finding Jackson, but it seemed as though you would have to depend on others to tell you stories you hopefully had relayed to them in the past.
The first page looked to be a list of items you had jotted down that didn't make much sense, but maybe when you first found the notebook, you hadn't intended to use it as a journal.
Socks, colored pencils, sunflower seeds, cards.
Flipping the page, you skimmed a short paragraph about a cabin you stumbled upon when on patrol. Again, it was more notes than anything of any substance. A description of approximately where it was in relation to Jackson along with a note to 'mention it at the next town hall meeting'.
Finally something interesting on the next page, you read a short paragraph about someone named Maria having a baby girl, and you frowned when you read the line Joel handled it better than I expected.
Continuing on, you read an entry about Christmas: Joel found me the softest sweater, it almost felt brand new. I really don't know how he managed to find it and I described the house I grew up in to Ellie and she drew it perfectly, I can't believe how talented she is.
One paragraph in particular grabbed your attention. It was about two people, and based on the context, it sounded like you were close friends. For the first time since we got here, I had the same day off as Ben and Lisa. We went fishing together and brought a lunch. It felt just like old times. As weird as it sounds, sometimes I miss being out there with them. We made a good team.
Maybe this Ben and Lisa would be able to answer some questions you had about yourself. Based on what you just read, it sounded like they knew you before Jackson.
There was a lot more to read, but the next page stopped you dead in your tracks. Your heart began to beat faster as you stared at the four words. Just one sentence, no explanation. A shiver slowly trickled down your spine as you sat there, unmoving, as your vision narrowed on the page: Joel lied to me.
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Hi there! I'm new to tumblr and I'm one of your silent readers. I love your writing and I was wondering if you're up to take my request. I had this thought when I was looking through new pajamas to buy hehe.
Would you be interested to write a fic where the reader just finished chores and all before sylus come home from his long work trip. She took a shower but then just remembered that all her laundry aren't done yet and she only has a few pieces of longer nighties but still quite sheer. She put it on whilst waiting for the laundry to be done drying thinking she still has time to spare. Then when she was preparing dinner while listening to her music, little dancing etc, she didnt realise sylus came back home earlier than expected. He was so glad, excited and aroused to see reader in that, that he wasnt sure he could keep his 'hunger' in control anymore.
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Sylus who catches you in lingerie
The smell of a sizzling pan filled the kitchen as you swayed to the soft rhythm of music playing from your phone. You wore nothing but a skimpy set of sheer shorts and a crop top, practically lingerie, but you hadn't planned to look this revealing.
You were just doing laundry and this was the only thing left to wear. The music, paired with the warmth of the stove, had you dancing a little, your body moving sensually to the beat as you stirred the ingredients.
It had been weeks since Sylus had been home. His work trip had felt never-ending and you missed him more than you'd admit.
Being by yourself like this, you'd let your guard down, lost in the moment as you twirled and swayed around the kitchen.
What you didn't realize was that Sylus had already slipped into the house. Quiet as always, his steps were soundless as he entered, taking in the sight of you moving so seductively without a care in the world. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you, eyes darkening as he took in every curve of your body, barely hidden by the flimsy fabric.
He was captivated. The way your hips moved, the way the fabric clung to you... the sight was almost too much after so long away. His pulse quickened, desire simmering in him like a fire he could no longer ignore.
Without saying a word, he reached out and turned off the music.
The sudden silence startled you, and you spun around quickly, eyes wide. "Sylus!" you gasped, your heart racing from the surprise.
You hadn't even heard him come in.
He didn't say anything at first just stood there his gaze raking over your exposed skin. His eyes were dark and the hunger in them made your breath hitch. Slowly, he started toward you, each step deliberate, his presence overwhelming.
"I-uh..." you stammered, backing up slightly feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you suddenly became hyper-aware of how little you were wearing. "I didn't know you were home."
Sylus stopped just inches from you, towering over you in that way that always made you feel so small, so delicate. His eyes were half-lidded and the smirk playing on his lips was nothing short of predatory. "Clearly" he said in a low, teasing tone "or you wouldn't be prancing around half-naked like this."
You opened your mouth to explain but the words got caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you, the way his body seemed so tense with desireâit was intoxicating. "I-I was just... doing laundryâ you finally managed, your voice shaky.
"These were the only clothes left."
He raised an eyebrow, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. "Laundry, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. "and you decided to make dinner dressed like that?"
"I didn't think you'd be home yet..." you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush even more. His hand trailed down from your hair, grazing lightly over your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch was barely there but it felt like fire on your skin.
Sylus chuckled softly, stepping closer until your back hit the counter. His body was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension between you so thick it was suffocating. "You didn't think I'd be home to catch you dancing around like that?" His eyes flicked down to your sheer shorts, his smirk growing wider. "Or maybe... you wanted me to catch you."
Your heart pounded in your chest as he closed the distance between you. His hands found your hips gripping you just hard enough to make you gasp. "That's not- I wasn't-" You tried to protest but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch, craving more of the closeness you'd missed for weeks.
Sylus' lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered "Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you right now, kitten?"
A shudder ran through you at his words, your body aching with need. "Sylus..."
"I've been gone for too longâ he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against your neck, sending a spark of heat straight through you.
"And here you are, looking like this, teasing me the moment I get back."
"I wasn't trying to-" Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin ever so lightly.
"Weren't you?" His voice was low, dangerous, filled with a need he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. His hands slid up your sides, fingers teasingly brushing over the fabric of your crop top barely touching but enough to make you tremble under his touch. "You're making it hard for me to believe that, sweetie."
Your legs felt weak under his touch, his words, his presence. Everything about him made you dizzy with want, especially after so long without him. "I missed youâ you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Sylus' lips curled into a slow, satisfied grin.
"Is that why you're dressed like this? For me?" His hands trailed down, teasing the edge of your shorts, fingers brushing dangerously close to the bare skin beneath.
"Or should I be worried that this is just how you cook now?"
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but it was impossible. His touch, his voice, the way he was looking at you-it was too much. "It's not like that..."
He hummed, unconvinced, as his fingers traced small, deliberate circles on your hips, just barely dipping under the waistband of your shorts. "You're lucky I have some self-control, kitten. Because right now.." He leaned in, his lips hovering just over yours, close enough that you could feel his breath but not close enough to kiss. "Right now, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back."
Your breath caught in your throat as his words sent a wave of heat straight through you. His body pressed against yours, trapping you between him and the counter, his hands now gripping your waist firmly.
Every inch of him was tense, and you could feel just how much he was holding back.
"Sylus, I..."
He cut you off, his mouth finally crashing into yours, hungry, demanding, his lips devouring yours as though he'd been starving for this.
His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his need overwhelming.
You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if you needed something to hold onto. His kiss was possessive, desperate and you could feel how much he had missed you in every movement.
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. "You have no idea what you do to meâ he growled, his voice low and rough. "And if you keep teasing me like this..."
You swallowed, your heart racing as you stared up at him, your body aching with the same need he was feeling. "Then don't hold back" you whispered, your voice barely audible but you knew he heard every word.
Sylus' eyes flickered with something primal as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "Be careful what you ask for, sweetie. Because once I start, I won't stop."
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lando norris x teammate!reader
the one where you find your crush with someone else.
word count: ~1.0k
warnings: just a little bit of angst with happy ending
note: based on this request. i havenât written anything longer than 500 words in so long so bare with me please, i hope this is good enough :) reader is a driver but it doesnât play a big role on the story/is only mentioned like once or twice!
you felt anxious, the nerves eating you alive as you lied in the darkness of your hotel room. you knew it was normal, in only a few hours you would be on your way to your first ever home race as a formula 1 driver.
but you also needed sleep, and as hard as you tried, nothing seemed to put your mind at ease, your mind just going back to making up every possible scenario of what would happen as you stepped in the car the very next day. the good, and also the bad.
after hours of tossing and turning around in bed, you desperately sighed: there was only one thing that could help you relax. someone.
cozied up in your pajamas you silently made your way out of your room and walked down the corridor to landoâs room. you knew he was, most likely, still awake despite of the late hour, well aware of his bad sleeping habits.
while most people thought your relationship was merely professional, during the previous months lando and you had grown extremely close to each other. too close, some would say.
countless nights, you had spent hours in each otherâs rooms, trying your best not to wake up the whole building with your laughter. and most of those nights had finished with your limbs tangled with his under the thin blankets, whispered conversations and lingering touches lulling you to sleep.
you werenât sure where your relationship really stood; every time you took a step forward, it seemed like you went back another three the next morning, the few moments of intimacy quickly forgotten as soon as the sun came up.
but he was the only person around who could make you forget about all your worries in just a few minutes, so you knocked on his door, hoping to not wake anyone up.
you heard his voice on the other side of the wall, but you couldnât quite understand his words. only a few seconds later, the door swung open, a dishevelled lando standing before you.
âhey,â he greeted you in a whisper.
âhey,â you repeated, trying to catch on the undertone of his voice. normally, he would had pulled you inside already.
âi wasnât expecting you to come.â
âiâŠâ you started explaining, your words cut off by a figure walking out of the bathroom. your eyes widened and you took a step back. âoh my god, sorry. i didnât know you were⊠iâm just gonnaâŠâ you said, slowly walking back.
you heard lando sigh and close the door as you made your way to your room again, your chest tightening at the realization. You had completely misunderstood your relationship with him, and now you felt stupid.
you crawled under your sheets with a heavy heart, and as much as you tried to think about something else, the image wouldnât leave your mind.
the soft knock on your door only a few minutes later startled you and still with a blanket wrapped around your body, you made your way to open.
what you hadnât expected was to find lando in front of you again, leaning against the doorframe.
âcan I come in?â he straight up asked, his eyes analyzing your form.
âI thought you wereâŠâ
âshe just left,â he cut you off, rising his eyebrow as if to ask you again to let him in. you stepped aside, inviting him inside and closing the door behind him.
âiâm really sorry, i didnât mean to interrupt anything,â your voice was almost a whispered, embarrassed every time the scene played in your mind again.
âyou didnât,â he said, taking a sit on the edge of your bed. âyouâve been crying?â
no,â you quickly lied, shyly drying your cheeks with the back of your hand.
âyour eyes are red,â he tried to ignore your gesture, but curiosity got the best of him.
âiâm just tired and canât fall asleep,â you werenât fully lying.
âmind if i..?â he mumbled, leaning back on the mattress.
He didnât have to finish his sentence; you already knew what words followed: mind if i stay the night?
And normally, you would have giggled and told him that he didnât even have to ask, but this time it felt different.
âi donât think your girlfriend would like that,â you said before you could even think about your words.
an amused chuckled left his lips, âis that jealousy i hear?â
your cheeks heated up at his question, embarrassment growing inside you. and you couldnât answer, too scared to mess up again.
âwe didnât do anything,â he explained, a softness in his eyes as he looked at you. ârealized I would rather spend my time with someone else.â
your heart skipped a beat at the implications behind his words, silence falling hard between the two of you.
âreally?â you finally managed to quietly ask.
he patted the spot next to him on the mattress, silently asking you to join him, âyouâre that oblivious, huh?â he chuckled.
slowly, you made your way closer to him, his hands reaching for your body as soon as you were at armâs length; his hands were hooked at your hips and he pulled you into him, standing in between his legs.
he looked up at you, a sly smile spread on his lips when your hands rested on his shoulders.
âyouâre not just saying that, are you?â you questioned again, not completely sure of if he was just playing with you.
âdonât be silly,â he shook his head. âiâm actually crazy about you.â
your fingers found home in his curls, softly running a hand through his hair as your gaze met his, âwhat does this mean for us then?â your voice came out in a nervous whisper.
âi donât know,â he answered in the same low tone. âbut iâd really love to kiss you right now.â
your breath hitched at the statement, and you only could give him a slight nod of your head before he closed the gap between your lips, freeing you from all the worries that had been tormenting you for hours.
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Sorry to send you another request, but I just got hit with this sudden brainrot:
Could I get short headcanons of how the dorm leaders would do for the orange peel theory?
I was so into writing this, that I accidentally made it with the overblot gang (aka Jamil and not Kalim) and didnât notice until I was doneđ. I hope thatâs okay, but if you want a Kalim one (or any others) just send in another request! Also these ended up way longer than i intended... But I hope you all enjoy them nontheless!
Orange peel theoryÂ
Characters: Overblot gang CW: None, just fluff, established relationships, Reader is the prefect
Riddle Rosehearts
You and Riddle were studying together, or rather, he was studying and you pretended to study as you were looking at the oranges on the desk.
Whenever you studied together Riddle places a bowl of fruits on the table for you two to snack on, they were usually always strawberries and many other berries but today an Orange was included.
You remembered a trend from your world where people would ask their partners to peel an orange for them and it would show if they were willing to do small things for them, you smiled as you realised you finally had someone to test said theory out on.
Taking the orange into your hand you looked at it, and then at Riddle thinking for a moment before holding it out to him.
âRiddle, can you peel this for me please?â
The housewarden had been so focused on his studying that he got surprised when you asked him something, once he realised what you had asked he raised an eyebrow quietly wondering to himself why you couldn't do it yourself.
But he was raised to be a gentleman, and he honestly loved doing small things for you so he nodded and carefully peeled the fruit for you, making you smile.
Once you got the peeled fruit back you were amazed by how careful he peeled it, no white skin was seen anywhere anymore, and the pieces were all nicely separated.
Leona Kingscholar
Sitting in his room you stared at the Lion beastman laying on his bed, you knew he wasnât sleeping yet by the way his tail flickered but he certainly was about to.
Ace had dared you to try the orange peel theory on Leona, more specifically try it when he was about to sleep and you agreed for some reason you canât remember. He had given you an orange before you went to Savanaclaw to spend the night in Leonaâs room.
âHeyâŠLeona?â Your voice was quiet as you asked, looking at your tired boyfriend.
â...mhm?â WellâŠat least he acknowledged you calling out to him. â...can you peel this orange for me?â
He lazily opened one eye, looking at you. âCanât you do it yourself Herbivore?â His voice had a teasing tone in it, but he didnât move a muscle.
You visibly deflated, granted you had expected such an outcome but still, it was kinda disappointing.
Leona sighed once he saw you looking disappointed and sat up. âHand over the orange.â You perked up as soon you heard it and handed it over with a smile.
He peeled it and then gave you the orange along with the peels back. âNever ask me for anything again.â He said as he laid back down, but you knew he wasnât serious. âAlso come sleep with me once you eat your damn orange.â
His peeling job wasn't the best, and there was a lot of the white skin left on the orange and the pieces werenât separated, but you were flattered that he still did it. And of course you cuddled up to him once you ate it.
Azul Ashengrotto
Sitting in the Mostro Lounge you were eating from a fruit platter Azul had brought you, a blush on his face as he sat it down in front of you.
Just as you were about to take a strawberry from it, Floyd suddenly put an Orange on it. âHeey Shrimpy, I have heard of this trend that couples do involving an orange and I wanna see you try it on Azul!â
You knew what trend he was talking about and were confused why he wanted you to try it on Azul, but he refused to say the reason at least until you actually did it. Knowing Floyd, you knew he would keep pestering you until you did.
Sighing, you grabbed the orange and made your way to Azulâs office as Floyd cheered you on.
Walking into the office you saw him working on some contracts. âHey, Azul? Floyd gave me an Orange for my fruit platter, but itâs not peeled so could you maybe do it for me?â
Poor Azul did not expect you to suddenly be in his office, he got so scared he choked on his spit for a second, looking at you like you were a ghost.
âAngelfish! You canât just come in here with no warning and scare me like that!â You did not say anything in return instead you held out the orange to him and looked at him expectedly.
âExpecting me to peel you an orange without me getting anything back? How preposterousâ He had a blush on his face as he took the orange out of your hands, peeling it nonetheless. You smiled knowing he didnât need you to give him anything back for peeling it. He handed you the peeled orange back, and you kissed his cheek as a thanks making the poor octopus blush even harder.
His peeling job was immaculate, with how well it was peeled you could think a robot did it, and of course he separated the pieces for you as well.
Jamil Viper
Sitting in the Scarabia lounge you were waiting for Jamil to come back from cooking a meal for Kalim, you wanted to join him and help him but he refused saying you should just wait in the lounge. You were scrolling through Magictok to pass the time a bit fasterÂ
As you sit there scrolling you notice the fruit basket sitting there. You remembered Kalim telling you that you can just grab whatever they are there to be eaten after all.
That's when you come across a video talking about the orange peel theory, you see people explain it and also try it out.
Not only does it make you crave an orange, but it also makes you wanna try the theory on Jamil. But you knew he had much on his plate already, having to make every meal for Kalim, so you decided against it. You were pretty sure that Jamil would do it if you asked him anyways.Â
You put your phone aside and go to grab an orange from the basket, looking for the best one. (They are all of the highest quality since Kalim brought them). Grabbing a nice big one you want to start peeling it.
Thatâs when suddenly it gets snatched out your hand, looking up to see who took your orange, ready to lecture them you see its Jamil. Wordlessly he starts peeling it.
You look at him confused, when did he come in and how did you not notice it? He could have said something at least instead of scaring you by snatching your orange. If he wanted one you would have given him one!
Just as you were about to ask him why he took your orange away and began peeling it himself, he held out a perfectly peeled piece to you, making you even more confused. âWhat? You wanted an orange right?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as you smiled at him and took the piece, as he continued peeling the rest of the orange for you and giving you piece by piece. You didnât even have to ask him for it, which made you smile, thinking to yourself that you had in fact won the orange peel theory
Vil SchoenheitÂ
He had invited you to his room for a self care night between the two of you. Skincare haircare and everything, of course all prepared by him. He canât have you use the basic drug store products can he?
You sit in front of him, smiling as he carefully applies a cream to your face, his touch lightly tickling you. He scolds you for moving, but you can hear there is a slight smile in his voice.
As he applies the cream you realise it smells like oranges, which reminds you that you and Epel once talked about how Vil would do regarding the orange peel theory. Maybe now was a good time to try it out?
âViiilâŠ?â You ask in the most innocent voice you can. He doesnât answer, instead he looks at you and raises one of his perfectly plucked eyebrows. âDo you thinkâŠyou could peel me an orange?â
âDarling, it is nearly time for bed. I donât know if an orange now is such a good-â He couldnât finish his sentence as he saw how you gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
With a sigh he got up and said âFine, but only if you promise to brush your teeth right after so we can go to bed, I am not sacrificing my 8 hours of sleep just because you want an Orange.â And with that he left for the Pomefiore kitchen.
Giddily you sat on his bed, texting Epel the result of the orange peel theory, poor Epel was so shocked that his housewarden agreed to peel you an orange so short before his sleep time.
Before you could answer anything back to the first year, Vil came back in the room with orange slices on a platter.
The slices were peeled beautifully, and rearranged symmetrical next to each other. Just as you were about to grab the plate, Vil pulled it out of your range and gave you a sly smirk. He picked a slice up and held it to your mouth, obviously alluding that he would feed them to you which made you flustered.
Idia Shroud
You and him were in his room having a gaming session together. Though you needed a short break so you let Idia play alone for a bit.
Sitting on his bed, you sipped some water just silently watching your boyfriend, thinking about your relationship and smiling at the many small things he does for you.
Well small to everyone else, but you knew how much it scares him to do some things, so those âsmallâ gestures meant the world to you.
As you were thinking about small gestures, you remembered the orange theory and thought why not try it on your boyfriend? It wouldnât prove anything, whether he said yes or no, he proved enough that he would do small things for you, but you wanted to do it for fun.
âHey Idia?â You called out to him, waiting for a sign from him that he had heard you. Still looking at his screen he gave you an affirmative nod and asked âWhatâs up?âÂ
âI kinda feel like an orange.â You said, looking at him expectantly to see what he would say next. You could see him stop his movements both in real life and in game which concerned you. â...Idia..?â Pausing the game he slowly turned around and looked at you, a confused look on his face.
â...likeâŠemotionally?â He asked in the most serious and confused tone you could imagine.Â
You could tell from his face he was sincere when he asked and wasnât messing with you. For a second you could not believe what he had asked you, it felt surreal. But then you couldnât help but laugh out loud. You wanted to say something but your laughter stopped you from doing so, instead you fell backwards on his bed, laughter never dying.
Idia now was even more confused, why were you laughing? That's when he realised what you actually meant, and began blushing furiously, his hair now a shade of pink. He wanted to crawl in a hole and die, butâŠif you really wanted an orange (and promised not to mention it to anyone ever) he would peel you oneâŠ
Malleus Draconia
Malleus had invited you to a meeting of the Gargoyle Research society (as if those meetings arenât just him walking alone through the school). And of yours you agreed.
He was holding your hand as he led you along the school grounds, telling you facts about all the different Gargoyles.
You listened intently, smiling at him and asking him questions every now and then to show him you were interested in what he was telling you, which made him happy and tell you more enthusiastically.
Though at one point you began craving some food, which got you to thinking, how would your boyfriend react to the orange peel theory? You couldnât imagine him denying you an orange, but you also couldnât see him peel one? Maybe it was because of his royal status..
âHey Hornton?â You asked him and he looked into your eyes, his gaze gentle. âYes, my child of man?â âDo you think you could get me and peel me an orange? I am kinda craving oneâŠâ
He looked surprised at first and then began quietly laughing âFufufu..I already knew you were special, yet here you are proving it once again, asking the future king of Briar Valley to prepare you some food.â He closed his eyes and smiled âJust wait here my dear and I will fetch you what you wantâ
You smiled at him and nodded, and he teleported away, only leaving his firefly like lights behind.
Sitting down on a bench you waited for him to come teleport in front of you again. But when he was gone for nearly 10 minutes you slightly began to worryâŠdid Lilia somehow end up cooking something once he learned you wanted some food and Malleus wanted to save you from it? Or was-
Just as you were about to keep thinking about it, Malleus appeared back in front of youâŠWith a massive bowl full of orange slices in it. You gawked at the sheer amount, how was one human supposed to eat all of that? âChild of man, I did not know how many you wanted, so I told Sebek to fetch me every Orange he could find, and then peeled them all by myself.â He was so proud of himself, that you couldnât help but smile but still wondered what to do with that many OrangesâŠmaybe some of the other first years would want them?
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Imagine watching a show with probably the most surface level potrayal of the message of "rich people suck and will use poor people for money" only to be like "hm. as the total anthesis of this message i should totally recreate this"
It's made even worse when you consider the fact that this isn't the first "IRL Squid Game" ever attempted, Netflix UK did one that was specifically based on the actual show in January 2023 called "Squid Game: The Challenge".
(I've seen people in the tags get these two shows confused, they are different - Beast Games is on Amazon, not Netflix, was filmed at the end of July this year, and hasn't come out yet).
But Netflix UK have their own scandal to answer for.
That original British Squid Game was also a disaster. "Beast Games" was filmed in the middle of one of Nevada's hottest Julys on record, hence why so many contestants suffered from extreme dehydration due to the lack of water. On the other hand, "Squid Game: The Challenge" was filmed during an unusually cold British January.
The players had been given coats, leg warmers, space heaters, and so on during the lead up to the game, only to have those warm clothes taken away before the first challenge began, because they needed to wear those paper thin canon-accurate Squid Game tracksuits. They weren't even allowed to zip them up, because the cameras needed to see the numbers on their shirts, and the fake blood spurting out when they were eliminated.
They then had to play Redlight-Greenlight in the blistering cold, holding poses, completely still, for increasing lengths of time (2 minutes at the start of the game, 30 in the late stages). Players starting collapsing from the cold, and had to be rescued by medics.
The game started with 456 competitors on Day 1, and ended up with 228 by Day 2.
Here's the Variety article: Inside Netflixâs âSquid Gameâ Reality Show Disaster: âThe Conditions Were Absolutely Inhumaneâ
TL;DR - Here are some choice quotes in case you want to read them:
âThe second time the song played, I saw in my left peripheral vision that this girl was swaying. Then she just buckled, and you could hear her head actually hit the ground,â says Marlene. âBut then someone came on the [microphone] and said to hold our positions because the game is not paused. After that, people were dropping like flies.â
Jenny, a player from outside the U.K. who had been flown in for the game, tells Variety: âIâm infuriated by the narrative that Netflix is putting out there, that only [a few] people were injuredâŠwe were all injured just by going through that experience.
âIâve never been that cold for that long a period in my life. We couldnât feel our feet or our toes. It was ridiculous,â she says. Jenny also claims that while the game was in production, restroom or water breaks werenât allowed.
âTake some responsibility for the fact that you were ill-prepared for this kind of thing, with this number of people,â continues Jenny, between tears. âThere were some things I guess [producers] didnât think about, but when they saw the weather was going to be that way, they should have made adjustments.â
All three players [John, Marlene and Jenny] say they returned to the hotel between 7 p.m. and midnight without having dinner. Dinner orders had been taken at lunch, but because the game had run longer than expected, contestants were transported back to their central London hotel without having eaten. Production had ordered pizzas for those arriving, but there wasnât enough food to go around, and some people went to bed hungry.
âIn the morning, I woke up and there was a cold hamburger from McDonaldâs and a side salad in front of my door that had been there for God knows how long,â says Marlene.
(Variety, Feb 3, 2023)
(Also, "Marlene and Jenny" are pseudonyms, because like Beast Game they signed NDAs.)
There are some other similarities with Beast Games - denial of bathroom breaks, lack of food, lack of water, inadequate medical care, and so on.
Netflix is denying these claims, or at least denying that they are as bad as contestants are suggesting, and said that while it was undeniably cold on set, "participants were prepared for that". Participants have claimed that they were, in fact, in no way prepared for that.
We know MrBeast has probably seen "Squid Game: The Challenge", because they've tried to one-up it. The British show originally had "the biggest cash-prize ever offered in reality TV" ($4.5 million), until Beast Games showed up with an ever bigger prize of $5 million.
So, it's not just "Jimmy recreating the Torment Nexus after watching the show "Don't recreate the Torment Nexus".
It's closer to "Jimmy recreating the Torment Nexus from the show "Don't create the Torment Nexus", after watching the show "This is what happens when you create the Torment Nexus".
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Prison Reid x Fem!reader
Read part two here!
Summary: Your best friend asks you for a favor and you must defend the innocence of the man you were in love with, the same man for whom you left the FBI and moved to another country years ago.
Words: 1,6k.
TW: mentions of murder, trauma, death, jail. angst without happy ending. miscommunication. right person, wrong time. reid's time in jail. spoilers for season 13 and all the ones before that. english is not my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: First of all I want to thank you for all the support in my first post because the truth is that I didn't expect (if you haven't read it yet, I already have my masterlist). I still can't believe I reached 1000 notes, it makes me very happy.
And secondly, I apologize in advance for this, but I love drama and being a little cliche sometimes. I promise to write a nice, comfortable, less dramatic Spencer story in the future (I hope so) but ttpd is my everything lately.
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
The constant pounding of your right leg against the table was beginning to make you desperate and to dwarf the room. You didn't know what to do to stop and think for a few seconds, you had even lost count of all the times you had tried to fix your already perfect and ironed clothes that you had spent hours choosing and modeling in front of your hotel mirror.
It felt like hours had passed since you arrived at the prison, though it was probably only a few minutes. Part of you wanted to run out of there and avoid a dangerous reunion at all costs. The other part was anchored to the chair and would not move until you found a way to get Spencer out of there and fulfill the favor Emily had asked of you.
You couldn't let your best friend down, especially when her job could be in jeopardy if Reid was still in prison. You wanted to make sure she was okay, and repay her for all the favors she had done for you during the years you had lived together in London. Without her, you probably would not have survived or become the successful and respected lawyer you were now. She helped you heal when you needed it, now it was your turn to help.
Before you could think, grab your things and maybe even leave the room to catch your breath, a guard abruptly opened the door. Your eyes immediately fell on the handcuffed man the guard had practically thrown into the chair in front of you.
You blinked several times, trying to process that you were actually standing in front of him. He looked so different from the way you remembered him from the occasional picture Prentiss showed you. The years hadn't gone by for nothing, you knew that, but Spencer looked like someone else. It was more than the messy hair, the beard, or the numerous bruises on his face that made you wince. It was that his eyes no longer sparkled, and he himself looked dull.
The guard came out after warning them that they only had fifteen minutes, and the cameras pointed directly at you two.
âHey.â That was all you could say, biting your inner cheek at how stupid it sounded.
At first he didn't react and hardly seemed to breathe. His expression was like seeing a ghost, and you couldn't blame him after so many years of not hearing from you. You knew you looked different from the last time you saw each other because you had tried too hard to look like someone else. You wore your hair shorter and a different color, even the way you dressed was other. You looked more serious and grown up.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked dryly after scanning you with his eyes for a few seconds.
You froze when you heard him speak and his voice, once music to your ears, was like a kick in the stomach.
âI came to help. I thought Emily told you...â
âShe told me that she wanted to call you but I told her not to.â Spencer cut you off before you could continue speaking. âThat you weren't going to help me.â
You frowned as your brain processed those words.
âWhy not? You...you are my friend.â You said, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.
He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes, trying to look away from you because it hurt. You could feel the tension multiply, making it almost impossible to breathe in the small room.
âFriends don't stop talking for six years and pretend the other doesn't exist.â
Oh, that had hurt.
It was true that you had disappeared from his life six years ago, and you had not made the slightest effort to return, even leaving the country with the excuse of looking for a better future. But you had your hidden reasons, you wanted to forget Spencer Reid and your intensely ridiculous and unrequited love.
From the first time you heard him talk about statistics and smile at you like a child, realizing that you listened to him like no one else, you fell madly in love with him for years. Always hoping that one day he would stop thinking of you as his friend and realize how much he deserved to be loved and that you would be happy to do so, that you could give him the whole world without hesitation if he asked you to.
At first you thought he wasn't that interested in love, that he was too smart and focused to lose his mind like you did for him. However, then you saw him several times interested and pining for other girls: the movie actress, JJ, the girl at the bar and Maeve...she was very different and painful for you.
You couldn't stand his strong love for her, at least not being so close to him and having to play the role of the best friend who always listened to him repeat how wonderful she was. Knowing that he could fall in love with someone he didn't even know personally instead of you, whom he saw every day and had known for years, changed you and made you run away to save your heart.
You got a new job far from the United States, thanks to Agent Hotchner and his glowing letter of recommendation. And so you went back to being an ordinary lawyer, no longer chasing serial killers or a boy genius who never loved you as you would have liked.
âSpence, I...â You tried to speak softly, almost having the urge to take his hand to make the situation better, but you didn't. âI'm sorry.â
He was obviously tense, he wouldn't even look you in the eye and you could swear his eyes were a little crystallized. He barely glanced at you for a second before speaking again.
âYou don't have to say it if it's not true.â
âIt's true.â
You stopped yourself for a second, sighing and centering yourself again.
âBut I'm here for the case, to help you with that...and I'm sorry for everything that happened to you.â You said more calmly and with an almost sweet tone.
You both knew it was more than just the prison issue and the current situation. It was a sorry for Maeve's death, Alex, Morgan and Hotch's resignation, his mother's problems, Cat's damn appearance, and most of all for not being there to support him in all.
âYou should have called and said so.â He finally responded after letting out a snort and tensing his jaw more.
âYeah...I should have.â You admitted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.
You thought silence would take over the room again, but instead he spoke again.
âYou can go now.â
âI'm not going anywhere unless you're free.â You pointed out with determination.
âYou don't have a problem with go before.â He said in the same indifferent tone that was beginning to irritate you.
You should have frozen, kept quiet and focused on the case to get him out of there. But you couldn't do that and act professional when your insides were burning with the memory of the past.
âDon't give me that, you know why I did.â You blurt out, frowning and instinctively pushing the chair away from the table that separates you from him.
âYou never said anything to me.â He replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration before speaking again. âYou just disappeared like everyone else I've ever loved because you got bored with me.â
âYou know I left for the opposite reason, because I...â You tried to say, but your voice cracked and your hands shook in an awkward attempt to touch his. âI loved you the way that you were and...â
The sudden sound of the door opening made you gasp and immediately shut up. The presence of a grim-faced guard made you realize it was all over, and you pulled your hand away from Spencer's again.
âTime's up.â The guard reported and you signaled him to have at least more minutes.
Fortunately, the guard nodded and gave you only five more minutes. You looked at your client again, trying to get into the professional role and discuss his case, but he seemed to be in another world after your half sentences.
There was no room in Reid's mind for your words, after feeling guilty for so long for not doing enough to be a good friend to you, for scaring you away with his problems, for not being one you wanted to keep over time and return his calls. But now, did you really say what you thought? Did you really love and care for him?
Everything was tearing his word apart in that moment.
âYou won't have to see me if you don't want to, but I'll get you out of here soon, Spencer. I swear.â You promised and you could see in his face the surprise at your honest tone.
Maybe he expected a different attitude from you, maybe he thought you were still so obsessed with him that you would insist on seeing him and kill yourself to make him laugh again. But you had matured, or so you thought. You were no longer the young woman who hugged him every time he felt far away and was content to be the one who was left over. Now, you were the brave woman who left the ship before it sank completely.
As you watched the guard check the handcuffs and lift Spencer out of the seat to take him away, something inside you reacted. You called out his name before you could react and quickly had his desperate eyes on you.
âYou don't have to worry about the past...I'm over you.â You said confidently before nodding goodbye and walking out with one less burden.
He remained anchored to the ground, trying to process your words with his racing mind as he watched you leave him again.
You...you had been in love with him?
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Kaji Conceals His Relationship With You From His Friends
Summary: well, the title explains it, but do you think he can keep it a secret for much longer?
Warnings: swearing and suggestive violent behavior
A/n: I hope the ending didnât disappoint! I thought it was a unique twist, pls.
As much and Kaji loves you, it was a mutual decision that your relationship be kept a secret from his friends because he didnât want you to become a distraction because of how his friends would act towards him.
His friends knew who you were and looked at you as a mutual. They had no idea that you had a particular love interest and it was better kept that way. Kaji and you have been in a relationship for less than 6 months so far, but the more you stuck around him and his friends, the more they gained interest in you. Some of them even considered you a love interest and in fact had crushes on you. It wasnât until recently that all of this unfolded.
Kaji was getting lunch with some of the second years, along with the first years. Kaji wasnât too fond of most of the first years and would normally tune them out, that was until at Pothos you were brought up to the table. He immediately paused his music, but kept his headphones on.
Taiga was waving around his phone and said âShould i text y/n? I have her number and Iâve been thinking about asking her out on a date or somethinâ.â Taiga said with his feet propped up on the table. ânot if i beat you do it first, buddy.â Mitsuki said, leaning over the table grabbing Taigaâs phone from him. âThereâs no way you havenât even texted her yet. Iâve been knocking on that door for a few weeks. Itâll work soon, trust me.â Mitsuki proceeded.
âHEY GIVE ME THAT BACK!â Taiga said now also reaching over the table to get his phone back. Mitsuki was now typing something on his phone.
âIâm just gonna see if she at least responds to you! Donât worry, youâre in good hands. You know how i am with the ladies.â Mitsuki reassured him.
Kaji sent over a piercing gaze to the both of them, crushing his lollipop between his teeth, making a loud cracking sound. He bit right through, all the way to the stick and he then realized he was gritting his teeth pretty hard and needed to keep listening to see if things got more out of hand. Would you actually respond to them? He wouldnât expect you to say anything back to them, or at least he still hoped. He was now full of regret. Why did he not tell them sooner. It was for his own selfish reasons. He didnât tell them because he felt he couldnât genuinely handle them picking on him for being with you and making gushy jokes. Donât even get me started on his phone. He just knows that if it was left unsupervised, they would try to send you some silly text or even worse, go through your messages.
Kaji began to mumble under his breath, completely consumed by the idea of their scheme and the reality of it happening right In front of his face. He ripped open another lollipop placing it in his mouth and put his headphones around his neck.
âYou morons really think sheâd say something back to yaâ?â Kaji said with a straight face.
âWhatâs it to ya, Kaji? You like her or something? Youâve been pouting in the corner the whole time weâve been here.â Taiga said.
Kajiâs eyebrows furrowed and he stood up and walked over to them stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket. His fists were clenched so tight in this very moment he was breaking the skin in his palms from his nails.
âWhatâs it tâme?! Pick up the Goddamn phone, and send it, i dare you. Unless you wanna find out the hard way, âwhat it is to meâ. â He said. He closed his lips back around his lollipop and stood there, waiting for a response. His chest was heaving up and down, fast. The blood rushing to his face at a faster pace. Did he just give himself away?
âThatâs it.â Sakura was now tuned into the conversation and started making his way to their table. He didnât like all of this girl talk and was about to say something to all three of them until Nirei pulled Sakuraâs arm, turning him around and saying âS-Sakura that is not a good idea! Please trust me! For starters, you know you donât want to get Kaji fired up and second, itâs rumored that y/n is his girlfriend.â The room went silent. You couldâve heard a pin drop. Nireiâs face was unexplainable.
Kaji turned around to Nirei, spitting out his lollipop and lunging towards him, but Kaji was swiftly restrained.
âOf course you would be the one⊠TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP AND NOT LET ME HANDLE IT!â Kaji barked, his nose was scrunched and yelling at this point, showing his canines.
âI-i didnât m-mean to, Kaji, please. Please forgive me.â Nirei pleaded.
Kaji took a deep breath and realized the two forces holding him back and relaxed his body, ripping open another lollipop, tossing it in his mouth. He knows you wouldnât want him to be acting this way right now and concluded to own up to it. It wasnât that he was ashamed of you by any means, he just wants to protect you so bad, even if that means from his own friends, but he truly doesnât need to worry now that they all know.
âSecretâs out.â Kaji responded as he smoothed back down his hoodie and put his headphones back on. He walked out the door of Pothos by himself and the only thing that made a sound was the chimes of the bell on the door as he exited.
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Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
warnings:  oral sex/face sitting/69, prone bone, dom/sub dynamics (dom!reader/sub!hoshi), protected sex, impact play (spanking), mentions of butt stuff but nothing explicit
Length: ~ 4.3k
Note: this ended up way longer than i originally planned... by like 2k but im weak for sub hoshi. realized i accidentally made them schmidt and cece from new girl.... oh well. as always thank u @gyuswhore for suffering my horrible punctuation and EVERYONE HAS TO READ HER UP COMING HOSHI FIC FOR PIRATE HOSHI I DEMAND IT
series m.list: Houdini [s], Green Light [s, f], YUCK [f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]
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Soonyoung talks. A lot.Â
Sometimes it makes no sense. Like the occasions he calls you after a night out and slurs his words through the speaker as you hum agreement to who knows what until he passes out while still on the line, letting you hear every snore and smack of his lips until you hang up; or when heâs inside you and it's all a bit too much that he has to tell you how good it feels in excruciating detail; or when you both wake up in the morning, you late for work and him trying to talk you into keeping the sheets warm for just a few more minutes, and Soonyoung thinks heâs convinced you but fifteen more minutes really wonât hurt because his apartment is closer to your office anyway.
He talks so much that not hearing his voice the second he opens the door is like a slap in the face.
There's no invitation inside, or lukewarm greeting. The door hangs ajar, Soonyoung already back down the hall in the direction of his room with the expectation youâll follow.Â
You do, but with the same hesitancy youâd approach a wild animal: curious and on edge.
Despite the hour, his roommates arenât anywhere to be seen. No bodies sprawled across the couch or light under their doors. Their presence never stopped you before but itâs unsettling that there's no buffer of anything to break the storm cloud choking the atmosphere. Just stark exposure to whatever is clearly bothering Soonyoung that he wonât tell you about because, technically, you two donât do that. Or, he does and you vehemently refuse all of it with less and less authenticity each time.
Soonyoung doesnât prattle on about his day or ask about yours as you trail behind him. He throws off his shirt without a word, collapses on the edge of the mattress, and roughly pulls you into his lap. Itâs cold and unfeeling and exactly the kind of sex youâd enthusiastically participate in a year ago. But nothing like the Soonyoung youâve grown familiar with over the past few months.
He doesnât comment on the low cut of your top, falling into the motions without the usual banter.Â
You wiggle free from his grasp, trying to meet his gaze. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â He doesnât look at you before taking back up where he left off.
âStop.â You push him back, trying to get a look at his face but he stays in the crook of your neck. âStop.â
The silence that follows is loud. He collapses back into the bed, arms curling up to hide away from whatever is chasing him.
âI said Iâm fine,â he mumbles.
âCould've fooled me,â you huff.
âDoesnât matter. Not what you come here for anyway, right?â
A half truth that stings more than youâd like. It sinks in your gut in the quiet dark of his room.
âYou know what? Forget I asked, Iâm leaving.â
âWait,â he says, arms attempting to snake around your waist but youâre already up.
âNo. You donât need to be an asshole when Iâm just trying to be nice.â
âBecause youâre sunshine and rainbows all the time?â
âDid I fucking say I was? If youâve got a problem with it youâve had long enough to lose my number.â
âIâm sorry, I justâŠâ he sighs heavily. âBad day.â
You soften at the break in his voice. Stepping back over, you stand between his legs. He looks small, hunched over with his head in his hands and the weight of the world on his shoulders. The light youâve come to associate with having him within reach is gone and all that's left is a man you donât really recognize. He buries his face in the warmth of your stomach, and goes limp as you run a hand across his shoulders.
âDoââ you clear your throat. âDo you wanna talk about it?â
Because if Soonyoung is talking there's less chances for you to open your mouth and screw it all up. You donât know how to be doughy and tender with the same level of ease he possesses. Youâll probably fail trying but it's the least you can do.
Itâs uncharted territory; for you, for this, whatever this is because it doesnât really resemble anything youâve done before even though the foundation is the same. Because you care about Soonyoung, and he obviously cares about you. But youâre not sure how to let him and even less sure how to return it.
âNo.âÂ
âOkay,â you say, at a loss for what comes next.
Inactivity breeds restlessness. Without any idea how to do this on your own, you default to the steps he took when you were half cooked on your bathroom floor.
Soonyoung eyes you with questions but doesnât speak as you drag him into the en suite. Bites his tongue as you work off your clothes under the sterile overhead light and then move to work on his; raising his arms when you poke him and managing his pants on his own. He even smiles, or his mouth twitches in a vague allusion to a grin, when you flick water at him after guaranteeing the temperature wonât give you both pneumonia.
Finally tucked behind the shower curtain, he stands dumbly. Not another move to help, content to watch you wash his hair, nails raking over his scalp until he shivers.Â
You ignore the prod at your thigh. Focused on letting the warmth of the water do the heavy lifting, you soak a washcloth in soap and lather his skin until it tinges pink. A shampoo mohawk earns a kiss dusted along your shoulders and you might even blush a bit if you werenât so focused on perfecting the spikes so he looks like one of those 90s alternative poster boys.
Out of the shower, his vow of silence continues. Everything he isnât saying is clear in his eyes, especially when you slather his face in one of those mud masks, painting him bright green. Heâs less intimidating with chunks of clay in his eyebrows.
He isnât accommodating but he also doesnât outright refuse which seems to be the best youâre going to get.Â
âYou look like Shrek,â you snort, satisfied and turning towards the mirror to cover your own face in a matching shade. Â
âWell then you're Fiona.â His head comes over your shoulder, chin digging into bare skin to watch you in the mirror. His chest is sticky against your back from steam but you donât mind if it means heâll talk to you.
âActually,â you think, wiggling to face him. âI think youâre more like Donkey.âÂ
âThe dragon fits you better anyway.â
âAre you calling me scary?â you gasp.
âYes.â
âGood. Remember that next time you want me to suck on your balls.â
He winces. âI can feel them retreating into my body already.â
âDonât make me laugh, itâll mess up the mask.â
Without a care for the still drying mess of his face, he takes refuge back in his favorite place. Tucked under your chin, he sighs.
âIâm sorry I was a dick earlier. Work sucked today. I didnât get a contract I wanted, they picked some other kid at the studio for it. Iâve taught him for years and they picked him over me.â
âIâm sorry.â You placate him with a gentle hand up his back, nails tracing loose patterns as the fan hums over head.
âNot your fault.â
âNo, but it still sucks.â
âYeah.â He nuzzles closer, arms heavy around your waist like youâd even think to move away. âItâll be fine though. Heâs a good kid and I couldnât be mad at him. But I shouldnât have taken it out on you.â
Fifteen minutes later, you both wash away the flakes of clay, cracked around the corners of your eyes and mouths, and retreat back under the covers in one set of pajamas split between: you in one of his shirts with nothing underneath, and him in sweatpants with nothing on top.Â
Soonyoung insists that Pirates of the Caribbean is his comfort movie, something about Kiera Knightly with a gun being his sexual awakening (which explains a lot), and you let him put it on the tiny screen of his laptop with plans to fall asleep in the first five minutes.
His lips are at your temple, a dull pressure that makes your blood hum. âI always wanted to be a pirate growing up.â
âReally?â you ask, edging towards unconsciousness from the lazy drag of his fingers on your hip.
âYeah,â he agrees, eyes glued to the screen. âHave my own ship, no rules, a bunch of sexy wenches.â
âHalf naked women with scurvy were a part of your career plan?â
âOkay, maybe I added those just now but my point stands.â
The picture of Soonyoung with a scar on his chest and one of those ruffled linen shirts straight off the cover of a dime novel some grandma would read on the train with no shame isnât that bad. Actually, itâs pretty sexy. But you wonât feed his delusions.
âWhat point?â
He rolls on top of you, face open with grave seriousness. âWe should role play. Me as the hot pirate captain, you as the beautiful princess. Forbidden love, enemies type stuff. You run away from being royal and end up joining my crew. Oh no, Captain Hoshi, I had no idea this was your room! What an impressive sword!â he squeals in a breathy mock of you.
âAnd then,â you gasp. âyou come in five minutes and I convince everyone to throw you overboard?â
âHurtful. But Iâm willing to forgive you if you call me captain. Just once.â
Heâs close enough to kiss, lips pouted as he waits for you to give into his demand. A gentle peck bordering on domestic makes him sigh, the taste of toothpaste lingering on his breath. Just as you think youâve distracted him away from such an ridiculous idea, he leans back with a gleam in his eye that says heâll wait all night if you make him.
âHow about we roleplay falling asleep?â you sigh, eyes closed against his expectant gaze.
âNope, too late. Iâm thinking about you wearing nothing but a pirate hat and now Iâm hard.â
He curls right into the meat of your thigh, hot and ready to go if you give the word. Sleep is tempting but the thought of a quick tumble wakes you up enough to entertain him.Â
âAlright, but youâre doing all the work,â you sigh. âTake off my clothes, captain.â
Pausing to let the idea settle, he shakes his head. âThatâs actually not as hot as I thought it would be.â
âOh, fuck off,â you fuff. âIâm watching the movie.â
You try to shove him away with zero intent to actually let him go anywhere and end up pinned, fingers in a tight grip around your wrists that you pretend to fight against. Soonyoung knows you like to be reminded of his strength on occasion; whether thats fucking your mouth until your throat burns or bending you over. This potentially being one since heâs had a hard day and youâre hungover from making him feel better about it.Â
He tongues across your pulse until you go pliant against the pillows, legs spread to cradle his hips. A shuffle of clothes and a lift of your hips and heâd be inside you. There's more steps; a condom, a little fingering because his dick was made to stretch your limits. Your legs shake already, desperate for quick fuck so you can passout while Soonyoung cleans you up.Â
But his new mood means heâs making up for lost time. Presently, that's bunching your shirt up to your chin and tracing each inch of newly uncovered skin with his tongue.
âHellooooo ladies,â he sighs, nose buried between your breasts.
âGod, youâre lame.â
âBe nice to me, I had a hard day,â he pouts, releasing your hands in favor of plucking at your chest until you sigh in delight.
âIâm literally letting youâhmmmâ see my boobs after you said that corny shit. How much nicer can I be?â
He doesnât answer, choosing to coax a low groan out of your chest with passes of his mouth until you're kicking the sheets. The good kind of sting that ruts your hips against his thigh and makes you dizzy. There will be a permanent wet patch if he doesnât give you relief soon.
âI have a few ideas.â
âLike what?â You twitch at the thoughts running rampant. Short of donning that pirate hat mentioned earlier, anything he suggests is guaranteed to make you feel better too.Â
âCan show you better than I can tell you,â he bites into your nipple, sucking it to a stiff peak for his fingers to pinch before shifting focus to the other.Â
âIf you try and put your dick in my ass Iâll rip it off.â The words are breathy off your lips. No real threat because he might be able to talk you into the idea if you let him. If he keeps pulling your strings the way heâs learned how.Â
But Soonyoung has different ideas, pulling off your nipple with a rough suck, curling your shoulders in. âThat was one time and it was an accident!â
âLet me slip a finger in next time I blow you and tell me how you like it.â
âYou have and I do. Keep talking about it and Iâm gonna need another shower.â
âGod, youâre a freak.âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â He takes the initiative to roll you on top, palms massaging your ass while enjoying the view of you naked in his lap.Â
A sudden moment of vulnerability roots in your chest, warmed by the set of brown eyes peering up at you. âYou know I donât just come here for this, right?âÂ
Soonyoungâs eyebrows twist for a moment and then soften. âI know. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât haveââ
âItâs fine,â you cut him off, not ready for anything deeper. The air is already thicker with the weight of that confession, suffocating. In an effort not to drown in it, you drop your chest flat to his, latching onto the jut of his collarbone. âIs this your big idea? Me on top? Not very original.â
A hand at your ass drags you along his covered cock, already begging for attention. Itâs not original but youâll dry hump him into the mattress until your bones are jelly if he wants.Â
âSit on my face.â
Itâs your turn to pull back. âWhat?â
âSit. On. My. Face.â His hand is already firm against your thighs, forcing you halfway up his chest before you can argue.
âI heard you the first time, just confused how that's supposed to make you feel better.â
âYou underestimate the power of your pussy. Now get up here.âÂ
The shuffle up is less than sexy. Soonyoung is eager from your permission, rushing you up to his mouth until you nearly knee him in the head.
âWait,â you say.Â
Soonyoung locks his arms as you move off him, reflexive because he lets go a second later. Turning, you eye the tent in his pants as you kneel back down. Perfect position to touch him while he touches you.
âOh, fuck,â he grunts, fingers tracing through your wetness despite the horrible angle.
You donât get a chance to orient yourself. Heâs already quick to work with teasing passes of his tongue that turn bolder every second.Â
âJesus Christ, give me a second to get your dick out.â
But he doesnât; too consumed with tasting all you have to offer, wringing you out to dry the second he gets a chance. The flat of his tongue laps up your arousal like itâs more vital than oxygen. There's a wet mess smeared between your thighs from the vigor.Â
It takes all your focus to force down his pants, mouth watering at the shiny head of his cock straining from some heavy petting. You keep steady with one hand, jerking him off into your mouth with the other. Soonyoung malfunctions between your thighs as you swallow his cock, a moan right to your clit makes you fumble that last inch into your mouth.
He chokes you with a buck up but you take it in stride. Sucking harder, lashing against the slit until he whimpers. Normally, youâd exaggerate the wet noises at the back of your throat but with the crude dig of his tongue in your entrance there's no need.Â
âGod,â you warble into his crotch. You arch back into his face, Soonyoungâs fingers digging into the meat of your ass, spreading you out like a full course meal.
In theory itâs hot. Your cunt on his face and his cock in your throat, rutting against each other until you're numb and twitching and covered in each other's mess. In practicality, there is nothing Soonyoung is more relentlessly dedicated to than eating you out until your vision turns white and you have to force him away or risk passing out. It only takes a few minutes before youâre forced to tap out, panting into his thigh and weakly fisting his length with no regard for the mess sticking between your knuckles, as he fucks you along his tongue.
âGonna come, ohâfuck,â you choke. You want him to come too, in your mouth, on your face if that's what he wants. But by some glitch in the universe, Soonyoung is able to hold back and youâre the one racing to the finish first. âOh my god, Soonyoung, fuck.â
You jerk him off, grip tight despite the slick mess of spit and pre-cum. It doesnât help that ever squeeze at the swollen head sends a moan straight into your clit, forcing you hips to rut desperately.Â
âDonât stop. Just, shit â need a little moreââ
You pull one his hands away to take over your short strokes, spitting into his palm and squeezing until he figures out what you want; to watch him touch himself while eating you out. The contrast of his fingers tangled between your own, both glistening because Soonyoung is just as close as you are, gets you there.
âClose.â Thighs locked, you suffocate him but Soonyoung doesnât complain. A palm at the base of your spine forces you down when you shy away from the edge. âOh, oh, oh!â
A sting of your nails into his thigh is all the warning either of you get. Back arched tight, eyes clenched, you shudder through it. Soonyoung doesnât stop, sucking away the fresh wave of arousal, tongue verging on punishing against your clit as you sink.
âOkay, that's enoughâgod,â your voice breaks. âEnough.â
You fall to the side, face first into the covers without effort to soften the blow. The lower half of your body is numb but you can feel his hand skating up the back of your calf.
âGood?â he asks, all too aware of the issue; the smirk is clear in his tone, happy to see you strung out from a few minutes on his mouth.
âShut up,â you warn but the bite isnât in it. The urge to kick him in the head is there but none of the energy.Â
âAre you tapping out on me orâŠ?âÂ
The sound of the drawer pauses in case you say no but the idea of not feeling him inside you sounds like the worst thing youâve ever heard.
âYouâre not that good,â you mumble into the blanket. âFuck me like this, you promised youâd do all the work. Remember?â
âLike this?â he hums, rubbing the head of his cock back through the mess with admiration.Â
He obeys with a wet kiss to your shoulder, parting your legs and sliding between without a word. You soak in the stretch, ass arched into his hips to take it all. The cold bites down your back when Soonyoung leans back to watch.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he whines. âShit.âÂ
He drives into you with a bruising pace, betrayed by his own need to come after having you on his mouth without a tease of relief. You arch into it, the head of his cock dragging deep inside pushing disgusting noises from your lips you pray his roommates arenât around to hear.
âSpank me.â
He loses it for a second. A rough thrust pushing you down the bed and he scrambles to follow. âSeriously?âÂ
âDo it,â you bark.Â
The first strike is weak. More of a firm caress than the sting you crave; hesitant to push for too much too fast lest you take away any privilege he has.
âHarder.â
The next impact comes hard enough to burn an outline of his hand. And another one that makes your tongue feel too big for your own mouth.
âOh, fuck, yeah,â you whine. âMore.â
Arms pinned beneath your torso, all you can do is lay there and take it. Nerves gone, he spanks you like itâs second nature. Like heâs thought about it before.
âGood?â he asks. Sounds more like a beg for validation. That heâs the one driving you crazy, molding your insides to his cock until itâs all you can think about.
âSo good, fâfuck me so good.â
âYeah?â he breathes against your neck, a hand wedging beneath your hips to drag against your clit in messy strokes. âYouâre so hot, fuck.â
There will be a bruise to hide come morning but you canât care. The slap of his hips against your ass, the flame of his hand still lingering on your ass, his cock drilling your insides; there's no room for anything but Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung.
You arch your back to feel him deeper only to have him pull out completely on the next stroke.
âNo!â you protest, racing to keep him inside.Â
Itâs no use, Soonyoung flips you on your back before you can convince him otherwise. He hooks your knees over his elbows, spreading you wide and driving home in one smooth push with his teeth at your neck.
âGonna come,â he begs, voice weak. You know his game, what makes him tick and come so hard he goes blind.
âNot yet,â you warn. A rough twist in his hair only works against his thinning resolve and that's exactly why you pull harder until his hips kick into a jilted rhythm.
âI canât â please â I canâtââ
âNot yet,â you gasp. Heâs deep, right in the back of your throat making you foggy. âBe a gâgood boy and wait until I tell you.â
Hips frantic, voice cracking, he tries to hold off; knows it's better when you tell him exactly what to do. Makes him choke into your chest.âFuck, fuck!âÂ
âTell me how bad you want it. How much you love this pussy.â
âLove it, love your pussy.â He folds in half on top of you, desperate. Every drive of his cock into your center forcing your own desperate noises out. âPlease let me come for you.â
âLook at me,â you demand. The command in your voice is paper thin but you're both too lost. His eyes are glassy, frantic to do whatever you ask if it means he can come. âBeg for it.â
âPâplease,â he whimpers through gritted teeth. âPlease let me come. Need it, wanna come. Please. Please!â
Heâs too good to edge. Perfectly pliant to any demand and it makes you want to give him whatever he wants. âGive it to me. Fuck me through it. Let me feel you come for me.â
He latches onto your breast, sucking your nipple as his hips turn sloppy. The squeak of mattress springs are a sound track to his end. You wonât come again but you donât need to. Satiated with the choked whimpers of your name as he swells against your walls, forcing himself as deep as possible like heâs fucking you raw and full of his cum.
Maybe someday youâll let him.
Your hips are sore from being forced in half so long but you wonât move away until Soonyoung comes back down. Less from your own will power, more because youâre running on fumes and might fall asleep with him still inside you. He gives a few more pathetic twitches and then goes slack.
âOh my god,â he groans. âI canât feel my legs.â
âWelcome to the club,âÂ
With the grand finale complete, your aching muscles give out completely. You canât even laugh when one of his hands moves to check your pulse.
âOh my god,â Soonyoung gasps. âI killed you with my dick.â
âYou didnât kill me.â You slap away his hand weakly. Without distraction, the stickiness of your skin from sweat in the worst places settles in but itâs a problem for later.
âA man can dream,â he says wistfully.
âOf homicide by cock?â
âOf dick game strong enough to murder someone.â
He rubs his nose along yours, breathes mingling in a lazy kiss as exhaustion creeps over your both.Â
âYour face smells like pussy.â You slouch into the mattress, deadweight while taking all of his like the perfect blanket.
He kisses you again, tongue teasing at your lips until you give the very real threat of teeth against it and he backs away. âYour mouth tastes like cock so I guess weâre even. C'mon we need to shower again.â
âNooooooo,â you grumble, clinging to him in an effort to delay the chill waiting to invade between you.
âAt least let me get a rag.â
Your legs tighten around his waist, locked at the ankle for dramatic effect. âIf you pull out Iâll cry.â
âWords every man wants to hear,â he hums into your cheek with a kiss. âBut my dick is sore and we both need to sleep.â
âFine.â
When he pulls away you feel empty; devastatingly so. But you donât ask him to comeback. Just pout at the loss and revel in placating pampering you receive in return.
He goes through the steps with familiarity. Wiping away the mess between your legs, tossing your shirt back up from the floor but you forgo it, choosing to sleep naked much to Soonyoungâs delight.
You use his chest as a pillow, curled into his side and tucked under his chin. The steady beat of his heart lulls you off. The last thing you register, on the hazy perimeter at the edge of sleep, is his fingers at your cheek and the ghost of a kiss on your forehead.
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