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sibsteria · 9 days ago

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Where is my mind?

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Content: smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader, abuse mention, minimally awkward virginity loss

Summary: mcr high school!au (appearances from fall out boy, later), Gee is your best friend and you are into Mikey. One faithful night, things come to a head and you make a choice, will you regret it? Does Mikey have feelings for you? Maybe a love triangle is to come…..

(this will be a multiple part series, i have really been missing the good old wattpad band fics lately, so this is imo a glorified reprisal of those days)

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Sitting outside of the principle’s office after school, waiting for Frank, is not how you wanted your Thursday afternoon to go. He just had to throw that chair at Bob- I mean, the kid deserved it but, you had places to be.

You heard the door click as he walked out to the hallway where you were, 99% of people had already left to go home after school, his shoes echoed the halls as he walked out of the office.

''Hey, Y/n...'' His hand finds the scruff of his neck, he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

''I-...I'm not even gonna say anything. Come on, the others are waiting in the van.'' You chuckle and scruff up his hair and flicking him in the nose before legging it down to the exit.

''Hey!'' He screams after you, trying to catch up.

The van door is open as Ray sits in the driver's seat, Gerard next to him and Mikey is in the back. The van itself usually smelt like a mixture of weed, gummy worms, god awful body spray, alcohol and a strong slight tinge of BO. It belonged to Gerard, but Ray was borrowing it this weekend having just become a certified driver.

You scream as Frank nearly catches up, ''Mikey, move!'', you dive into the van and shuffle to hide behind Mikey as Frank jumps in after you.

''Aren't you brave.'' Frank says to Mikey and smirks.

''Okay, enough now, I just got my license and I don't need you and your stupid self to get that taken from me.'' Ray rolls his eyes, this is the first time he has driven us, it's usually Gee.

You sneak a glance at Mikey, his head leaning against the wall, trying to drown out Frank's boisterous noise. He glances over at you, his eyes widen a small amount as he catches you, you swallow and dart your eyes somewhere else. A heat of embarrassment cups your cheeks and you just pray you aren’t that red in the face.

Mikey smiles a little, before turning back to look out the window.

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Friday morning you decide to once again, as usual, to get a ride to school from the boys.

You stifle a cry as you look in the mirror, there is no hiding it today.

You never let them see you cry, it’s not the perception of yourself that you like them seeing.

You’re supposed to be the tough and rough one, the edge, where cares don’t exist when you are around. What a load of-

You can hear the creak from his bedroom floor from the downstairs bathroom, that’s enough pity party for today, you gotta get out of here.

Waiting in your front yard, you bring your cigarette up to your lips shakily, placing it between them and letting them wrap around the end, you take a firm pull.

As it the smoke escapes you- stinging your eyes a little as the wind blows it back, you withdraw the cig from your mouth, the tip of it stained a burgundy from your lips. Mornings like this are serene as the water from the gutter babbles and trickles from the roof onto the porch. The neighbourhood is silent at this hour, just the homeless and school kids awake- by now they would already be at school- your group were always late.

Your next door neighbours and coincidental friends Gerard and Mikey are your saving graces, the latter watches as you smoke your shitty morning away with a moment of peace. They both hear it at night and in the morning, and whenever you are in your house, really. Even though you acted solid, they can tell just how much you are breaking each day.

You didn't know Mikey had been watching you as you brush at your nose and eyes, pushing away the sadness, messy eyeliner being your typical look on any normal day, it never starts out fucked up but it always ends that way- sometimes before you even left your house.

The air was brisk, you had forgotten your jacket inside but there was no way you were going back in. Goosebumps appeared on your arms, you torn tank top not doing any justice to the cold, rubbing your knees together as you pull down your denim shorts- your tights ripped- although that was a fashion choice. You rolled your feet around in your dirt ridden, worn out boots, trying to capture some warmth. You dug around in your fabric messenger bag, trying to find the fishnet layer you new you had in there, to go over your tank. Your hand rummaged inside- your lipstick, cigarettes, matches, hair tie, purse, ID, eyeliner pencil and half a bottle of vodka banging against each other as you struggle to find it. You did find a banana clip though, a couple of scratches in the plastic- basically brand new in Jersey- you hold your cig in your mouth as you clip your hair back. The unwashed knotty hair was not a cool look, you make sure your fringe swoops over your tender eye, a hair poking you in it, making you wince a little.

You didn't hear Mikey hop over the fence.

''Wanna wear mine?'' Hs jacket was already off, presented to you as his slight smile covers his face. He had on a long sleeve top with a graphic tee over it.

''Oh, Mikes, I couldn't do that- you'll freeze.'' You frown at him.

''Nah, it's okay, you need it more than me.'' The encounter is awkward yet sweet. ''Seriously, I won't let you say no.'' He titters out a small laugh.

You give into the generosity, shrugging on his oversized hoodie, it smells exactly like him- drowned in cologne, the air freshener of the Way house, and of course- his own scent. He was always a little stinky, but ever since you got to know him- he started to smell better and better, introducing himself to showers. You doubted it had anything to do with you, though.

You internally beamed at this, you can smell him whenever you wanted now, until you eventually give it back. Maybe he won’t notice it go missing?

''Thanks...'' You blush and smile, your feet moving against the gravel and rocks on the ground.

“Honestly, it’s no problem…” His sentence trails off as you hair uncovers a bruise on your eye, “He…he hit you again?” Mikey whispered, thoroughly angry, his face dropping, he was sure the silence meant good things this morning.

“Yeah, but-“

“-no, no buts. You’re staying with us, tonight, at least. Just wait until Gee hears about this.” You and Gerard had been friends for longer than you had known Mikey.

“Till I hear about what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, rather, my angel.

“Take a look at this.” Mikey tugs on your arm pulling you over to their front lawn instead of yours, getting out out of the view of your front window.

Gee pulls your hair back gently, the black eye revealing itself.

“Fuck.” Gerard breaths in through his teeth, tongue pushed to the roof of his mouth.

Your lips start to tremble as you pull Mikey’s jacket closer around you. You could always act unbothered by it all until Gee looked you in the eyes.

“Oh, little miss, you can’t go back there tonight. Give him time to cool off. Someday we’ll move out o’ here, once the band takes off, I promise i’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll. All of us. Take care of you.” Mikey mumbles, putting his hand on your arm, giving it a rub. Gee picks up your limp hand, rubbing a comfort over your knuckles, in an attempt to soothe you.

You swallow thickly, the taste of tobacco and stale soda from this morning swimming in your mouth.

“Don’t let Frankie know until we are off the estate, we can’t have another broken window, he already doesn’t pay for heating.”

The brothers chuckle a little, angst still present in the atmosphere.

“Probably for the best.”

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You wait with the two until Ray and Frank pull up in the van, you take care in hiding your face from Frank as you climb inside, sitting in-between the Ways.

Pulling into the school parking lot, you finally put your guard down and let Frank see your face, Gee rubbing your arm as you do so in comfort.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m gonna- gonna run him over, I really am- Ray! Start the van!” Frank is heaving, raving, screaming.

“Frankie, stop. He’ll just make it worse later.” You place a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you’re not going back there tonight, I already called mom.” Gerard says, Mikey nods.

“I told her, she’s coming with us after school, and for the whole weekend now that I’m thinking about it.” Mikey recalls.

“You’re right. I just can’t- can’t believe it! Well, I can- but-“ You cut Frank off.

“It’s okay, i’m alive.” You shrug.

“Yeah, for now. Gotta smoke?” Frank huffs.

“Sure.” You giggle.

You and Frank lean on the side of the van across from the others, blowing your smoke into the air, and sometimes in each others faces to piss you both off. No one wants pure burnt tobacco in their face if it isn’t spiked with something more.

The bell rings, you quickly dab out your cig butts and all start running inside, taking a quick swig of your vodka bottle before you start the day.

“You better share that later.” Frank narrows his eyes at you as you reach it to class, late for homeroom anyways.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t?”

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You got maybe about an hour of sleep last night? So falling asleep by your second class of the day was forseen, the smell of Mikey’s jacket helping to lull you off. You were sure to get detention for this, hey, at least you know you will be seeing Frank after school instead of waiting like yesterday. Ray sits next to you in mathematics, you aren’t sure why he isn’t in a smarter class.

The teacher drones on and on and acts like a lullaby almost.

As guaranteed by the end of class and many, many harsh berates for falling asleep- sure as shit, you had detention.

Leaving class was like a breath of fresh air, teenage, odourous, fresh air.

Nowadays, you hardly got bullied, having raised your status with Frank- he’s definitely not afraid to get in a fight, may it be for himself or on behalf of one of you. Which helped, people don’t touch him anymore- he’s a bit of a loose cannon.

You decided to take a page out of his book a while back, so people mostly left you alone.

That said…

There was a new clique, so to speak- on the rise, a couple of exchange students from a couple of states over grouping up the old hierarchy. You knew it wouldn’t take long until you had to reiterate just how much you don’t like to be fucked with, and instead of picking at you, they picked at someone much worse to mess with.

Down the hall you saw a vague scene, a group of girls and maybe two guys?

The closer you got, the more steam came out of your ears.

They stood there, laughing, picking on, humiliating Mikey.

No.

You took a moment to see how far they would take it, one of the guys decides to push mikey into his locker, making a loud tin crash. That doesn’t it, then.

You stormed over, standing in front of Mikey, forcefully shoved yourself in their faces.

“You think it’s funny to pick on someone who has done literally nothing to you?”

“Oh, please, nothing? He’s stood around all mopey like a little loser, someone had to take the top spot, we are sure not letting you losers have it. Freaks, I swear none of you have even heard of deodorant-“

You punch her straight in her nose, a spurt of blood spraying your knuckles along with her shirt, she stumbles back and one of her guy friends catches her. Tears form in her eyes and she tries to find a comeback but she is unsuccessful, clearly not used to her victims fighting back at her old school.

“If you wanna say something, say it. I would love to have a reason to punch you again.”

“Y-you’re psycho!” She pushes out, trying not to cry.

“You mess with my family, the people I love, ever again- I can guarantee I will break something else, and it won’t be as quick. Don’t you ever, look, talk, or even think about Mikey ever again. You got it? You look like the poster child for pro-choice, did your mother buy you condoms instead of a cabbage patch kid?” You spat at her, Mikey grabs your wrist gently from behind you.

The girl only swallowed before quickly swerving and walking away briskly.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t understand why she thought she had the right to do that to you, Mikes-“

“That was fuckin’ awesome.” His eyes are shining down at you, a smile gracing his lips.

“You don’t know how I felt watching them do that to you.” You pull him into a tight hug.

His heart picks up pace at this, he wraps his arms around you quickly, welcoming the contact.

He lets himself breath in the scent of your hair, quietly.

You allow yourself to relax into the heat of his chest, embracing the comfort he gave you. Your cheeks blushed up as his thumb rubbed against your back, affectionately.

You both pull away, you take a little longer to stare into his eyes, pushing up his glasses with your finger as you noticed they had slipped.

What? Why did you just do that? That’s weird, why would you do that.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you had done, you turn to leave before a certain best friend of your is walking up the hallway.

Mikey is stood there in shock. Was that weird? That was really intimate.

“I just saw Holly? Nice one, dude.” Gerard speaks up from behind you., saved by the Gee shaped bell.

“Thanks, Gee, really proud of that. I just wish she had said something else so I could have smacked her down again.” You laugh nervously, choosing to ignore the situation you had created out of your own feelings.

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Let’s just say you got a hefty punishment, after school detention for a a month, the school decided not to call your dad after they had noticed the bruises and scrapes for years at this point, even some broken bones. They wouldn’t dare report the abuse but- they would never tattle on you to him, not wanting to worsen anything. You basically had free will with a few detentions, that you would share with Frank anyways. After all, there was no use detering fights in Jersey.

After school and yours and Frank’s detention the drive back was full of comfort and laughter, and not just because Frank had lit up a giggle stick and passed it around.

You all had taken a small rest just to chill in the middle of a forest near your estate to smoke a little more, the time turning late. You of course, did, share the vodka with Frank.

You and Mikey, through the hotboxed van, had locked eyes as you sat next to each other, no amount of magic grass could ever make you forget how much you want him, your biggest secret, your shame.

You let out a breath, blowing out the smoke that was in your system before passing it over to Frank. Mikey smiles before looking away, a blush on his face that you don’t really notice.

Another weird fucking moment for the books.

You eventually pull up at the Way house, parting ways with the others.

Your dad is sat on the porch, surrounded by empty beer cans, a bottle of whiskey in his hand half empty.

“Shit.” You whisper, ducking behind their front fence.

“Wha-“ Mikey shuts his mouth when he sees your dad on the front. He tugs at Gerard to do the same, all of you crouched, slowly shuffling along the fence wall.

You all manage to make it inside, through the back, going around the house so he didn’t see you walk through their front door.

“Fuckin’ christ. He has never waited like that.” You appear extremely stressed out, running a hand through your hair, pacing back and forth. “What if he looks for me? What if he comes here?”

“Hey, it’s okay, if he comes here- you hide yourself somewhere? You can hide, can’t you? Get mom to open the door? She knows you’re here tonight and she obviously knows what’s going on.” Gerard proposed a loose plan.

“Okay, okay. He can’t be violent to your mom, he wouldn’t do anything publicly. Always mumbling how he ‘can’t go back to jail’.” You nod and agree with rambling words.

A knock at the door startles you all and you all collectively scream, ducking down.

You let their mom open the door, it was just a neighbour after some milk.

“Fuck, maybe we smoked too much.” You giggle at your paranoia.

“Nah..not enough.”

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You decide to have a private talk with Gerard, well needed, it had been a while.

After some tears and angry talk, you were ready to relax, you gave Gee a the biggest hug you could muster before deciding to go up to Mikey. You always swapped sleeping arrangements when you stayed for longer than one night, wanting to give either one peace. Tonight would be Mikey, tomorrow Gee, Sunday- Mikey and it goes on.

You tended to stay over on the weekends, your dad getting paid on a Friday- using his paycheque on the town and the dealers and usually a hooker or two, too busy and fucked up to notice your absence- he had things to occupy him. Once that money was gone when Monday rolled around- you face reality and put yourself back up for the abuse.

Bidding goodnight, you head from the basement to Mikey’s room.

You sit on Mikey’s bed, directly next to him, Gerard definitely already passed out in his basement room. Frank had left you a roll to smoke, he’s never usually this generous but after what you went through earlier, he felt kind enough. Sitting in Mikey’s shirt and panties of your own, his lanky frame making it more like a dress, you pull out the matches from your bag on the floor before sitting against the headboard.

You light a match with the nail of your thumb, Mikey practically drooling over you, before lighting it up, not that you notice.

“Fuck today has been…” You trail off, already tremendously baked.

“Intense?” Mikey finishes for you, subconsciously, he pulls your shirt down as a part of your abdomen is showing.

“Mhm.” You mumble as you take a drag, a large huff of exhaustion and annoyance rattles from your chest as you blow it out, up towards the ceiling.

“You know…I really hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve it.” He adjusts his glasses, as he recites a small comment directly from his heart.

“Thanks, Mikes, if more than five people thought that- maybe things would be different for me.” You shrug.

“We’ll get outta here soon, promise.”

“Hope so.”

You press play on the stereo on his nightstand, tuning it to a low-fi rock channel.

“That is more like it, I’m done being down today.”

You take a rather large pull of Frank’s present, an idea springing to your busted mind, you don’t think about any possible implications that could render from it.

“Hey, you ever swapped smoke before?” The sentence passes your lips and you feel your body grow warm at the thought of doing that with Mikey.

“Uh-uhm no, not really. I smoke with Gee and the guys and well…not really something I do with my brother.” He giggles, nervous.

“Would you…ever try it?” You turn yourself on your side and prop up your head with you hand, looking down at him.

“N-now? With you?” He looks shocked, almost scared.

“I mean, if you don’t want to or if you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. I’ve only done it with Frank-“

“You did it with Frank?” You can’t tell if its jealousy, disgust or interest in his voice.

“Yeah, on a bored Sunday evening and he didn’t have a lot of smoke, dealers weren’t active that particular day- we thought of it as a way to make do.”

“Can- um, can I try it? With you..?” He tries to swallow, his lips and throat completely taken over by cottonmouth.

“Sure.” Too zoned to realise how intimate you are about to be together, you take a sizeable drag, before inching slowly towards his lips.

You’re heart, like it has its own mind, starts to hammer as you get closer and closer to him.

His glazed over eyes looking up at you- he looks so peaceful and perfect.

His lips are still closed, so you take your thumb and put it up to his bottom lip, opening them up.

You close your eyes as you start to blow your smoke into his mouth, your lips sometimes grazing his. There’s something so erotic about this moment, it makes your insides feel like a carnival ride.

Your nose bumps his as you pull back, letting him blow out his own smoke.

His eyes are darting around your face, his hand comes up to hold your hip gently, you escalate by gently straddling him, putting the smoke to your mouth once more.

All Mikey can do is pray his body doesn’t betray him right now, the last thing he needs is a boner, just because a pretty girl is on top of him.

But it’s not just a pretty girl, it’s her.

You lean down again, your nipples poking out of your shirt due to the breeze in the room, he can feel it as you connect your chests.

You cup his face with one hand as you bring your lips closer to his, for the second time, this time he instantly opens them.

You slowly blow the smoke into him, lips touching a little more than the last time.

The lyrics to a pixies song, long forgotten in the background, the air is thick, tension biting the air.

It’s hazy and you can’t think straight, you’re done blowing but you can’t seem to move, still hovering over his mouth.

His hand on your hip grips you a little tighter.

A small kiss is planted on your lips, he made the first move.

You rub his cheek with your thumb, kissing him back, it lasts a few seconds this time.

The temperature in the room switches as his lips slam onto yours, his other hand snaking up your back to hold your head, pushing it down into his lips. The smoke still in your hand, you quickly dab it out in the ashtray next to him, saving the third of it for later.

It’s the most passionate experience you have ever had, all you tasted was his tongue and his scent made your head spin, his fingers dipping under your shirt he fixed not only twenty minutes ago.

Mikey can’t stop himself from bucking his hips up, hard as steel now, so much for avoiding temptation.

He taps your clit with his actions, your mouth opening in shock.

Is this happening?

“Mikey…” You mumble, between your kisses, he migrates to your jaw, nipping slightly.

“Yeah? You okay?” He breathes out, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe before giving it a soft bite.

You can’t help the small moan you let out, that feels so fucking good.

“Are we? Is this gonna happen?” You heave, in a low whisper.

“Do you want to?” Mikey pauses and kisses you, deeply.

“I mean, I’ve only done it once…I don’t think I’m too good..” You nervously hum.

“I’ve…never done it at all. I want it to be you, though? If you-…please? Can we?” Well when he’s begging like that, what else can you think about.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” Your mind snaps, hands grasping the bottom of his graphic tee, pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere into the depths of his room. He wraps his arms around the back off you, letting his lips meet yours again.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friends, brother.

But it feels so, so, right.

The kisses turn slow, agonising and almost romantic as his hands gesture you to lie down next to him. You comply, letting your hair splay out on his pillow, he stares down at you, his hand trailing down from your shoulder to your thigh.

Your heart is knocking against your chest as he lifts the shirt up a little, your underwear on show for him to see.

His hands are a little shaky, a mix of the weed and the situation you both put yourselves in.

“Should I, um, do you want me to put my mouth on you, or?” He scratches his neck a little, nervous.

“You don’t have to, you can use your fingers if you like?” You shrug, reaching to grab his hand, guiding his fingers to your clothed clit.

“I can take them off if you want?” You propose, he nods like a deer in headlights. “Take your pants off too, can’t do nothing with them on, Mikes.” You giggle, trying to make the situation less tense.

“Yeah, ‘course.” He scrambles of the bed, undoing his belt and letting his pants hit the ground, the sound of his buckle clanking as it connects to the wood.

You stay lay down, pulling down your underwear, before you can throw it- Mikey is on top of you again, kissing you like it’s his job.

You can’t remember dropping your panties out of your hand, and you don’t notice Mikey grabbing them and stuffing them under his pillow.

Whilst he moves his lips against yours, his hand starts to trail down again, a finger lightly pressing against your clit. You hum in approval as a spur for him to carry on.

He starts unsure circles, keeping a rhythm, however lightly pressured they may be- he is a bassist after all.

“More.” You mumble against his lips, bucking up into his hand, showing him what you want.

He starts to wind them a little faster, adding more and more pressure until it’s perfect and pleasurable.

“Mikes…” You whisper, as he kisses down to suckle on a spot of your neck.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut as you moan his name, lips trembling against you.

“Stick ‘em in.” You tap his fingers up with a hip move.

“O-okay.”

He does as told, putting them to his mouth, spitting a little before pulling them back down- this time to your hole.

He tentatively dips his fingers in, you encourage him, sliding down on them a tad.

His middle finger and his ring finger sink deep in until you hit his knuckles- recognising his middle finger due to the cold metal feeling of the ring he wore on it.

“Curl them, upwards.” You kiss his jaw, to him you look beyond beautiful.

Your cheeks are a dusty pink, eyes glazed over- a little red albeit from the previous activity. Your hair is a mess, well it always was but that’s what he liked about you. You lips a little raw from when he’d been kissing you, you looked gorgeous to him.

He starts to curl his fingers, his instrumental skills coming in damn handy, you arch a little with the perfect pressure he applied.

“Oh-“ You moan a little, grabbing his bicep thats holding himself up above you.

He bites his lip, staring at you a little too hard for his liking, but he just can’t help it.

This goes on for a few minutes, him adding his thumb to rub your clit and then removing it just to tease you- as he had found. Virgins can have fun too.

“Do it, Mikes, put it in.” You nod at him, and then down to his dick.

“You ready?” His cheeks redden, his excitement clear.

“Are you?” You chuckle a little, moving a piece of hair out of his face, it was a comforting act, he starts to gather some spit in his mouth.

Bringing himself up, he kneels, his cock screaming for attention, he’d never gone like this before- always relieving himself on his lonesome before it would get angry.

You decide to bring yourself up, leaning back on one of your hands, giving his tip a little kiss, looking up at him through your eyelashes- still adorning your mascara.

“Jesus.” He cussed out, the view of you, under the mercy of his own dick.

You smile softly, laying back down and opening your legs for him to slide in.

He positions himself, a simple missionary, sturdy and reliable.

The spit he was collecting in his mouth is spat into his hand and then onto his cock, he lather it around, giving himself some preemptive strokes, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched.

He spits again, this time bringing it to your pussy, making sure it will go in easy, after all it had been a while since you had experienced it- not that you needed the extra lubricant anyways.

His tip found your entrance, it was real now, this was happening.

You were taking Mikey Way’s virginity.

He starts pushing in, slowly, letting you breathe through the slight discomfort.

He looks you in the eyes as he goes deeper in, a feeling resonate with affection- it’s more tender than expected.

It’s almost uncomfortable as the feelings in the room aren’t proclaimed nor said, yet a certain understanding is there along with raging uncertainty. It’s a mess, and it’s so you.

Nevertheless, as he bottoms out, feeling you completely, he’s wrapped up in you. You’re warm and soft and so much better than his hand could ever be.

He pulls out a bit, pushing back in, repeating this until he’s sure he knows the motion.

He starts to become confident in his thrusts, his dick almost coming fully out before he shoves it back in.

He is a whimpering mess, hardly able to keep himself up with his forearms, you pull him close into your neck letting him hit you at a better angle more comfortably.

You lift your knees, wrapping lightly around his lower back, stroking his hair as he thrusts over again and again.

His pelvis bone is hitting your clit in sync with the thrusts now, boosting your pleasure.

You give out soft, breathy moans into his ear accidentally as he hits a particular spot, he combats this with a whine- continuing exactly what he was doing.

“Mmf’” He mumbles into your neck. “Agh, so good…this…so good…you-“ You grab his shoulder blade, anchoring yourself as his speed increases.

“Mikey-“ You moan out, head back into the pillow and eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck!” He grunts, his hand coming up to stroke your hair as he continues pounding into you. “Say my name, please, baby.” He whines, begging you for it.

Baby?

If that wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“Mikey, please, m’nearly there.” Mikey feels as if he is about to shut down.

He can feel himself coming to an end soon, and he wants you there with him, he really does.

“Want me- inside..or?” He struggles to comprehend his words as he’s thrusting.

“Yeah, yeah, inside.” You breath out, strangled moans following.

His pressure on your clit, the feeling of him hitting deep inside, the stroking of your hair. You can feel the quick build of your orgasm, it comes on fast and strong- like you just hit the ground after jumping off a skyscraper. It’s intense and perfect and you can’t help but let your fingernails scratch his back a little as you find a grip onto reality.

“Oh-“ He moans at the feeling of your nails digging in and scratching down, igniting his own release.

He speeds up, letting himself ride his high, before slowing down to a still.

He doesn’t pull out immediately, staying buried within you, covering your insides and his own dick with his come.

“Christ.” You breathe out, realising what you had just done, and at how it felt to melt together with your biggest infatuation.

Mikey is silent, his hot breath fanning against your neck, time standing still.

What do you even do about this now?

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ywpd-translations · 1 year ago

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Ride 761: Reserve

Pag 1

1: Please get ready the allen key, the allen key

Time is going by

Yessir!!

6mm

Yessir

4: You gotta calm down

Ye.... yessir, teh!!

You're frozen stiff

Pag 2

1: Sugimoto-san, where do I put this

The supplies box is under the foil bag over there, so put it in there

2: Ah, here?

Wait

3: Whose shoulder bag is that?

Kaburagi-san's....

4: (NdT.: the writing says “Kaburagi”)

7: This way, you won't have to look for it when you'll have to take it out

Oh... thank you so much!

Time is short when you have to hand it over, so you need to take your time with preparation beforehand

8: 40 minutes before the start!!

Pag 3

1: Alright, let's get your heartbeat up one more time

Yessir, teh

Is he alright?

Soon my role as a reserve will be over

Pag 4

1: Pfuui, it's hot

Together with the signal gun at the start....

3: No....

4: I guess it's already over?

6: These six people are already rock solid

Pag 5

1: I'm sure they'll run a good race

2: How about you sit down? Sugimoto-kun

The preparations are almost done

3: And you've been standing on your feet working since this morning

Pag 6

6: I feel.... disappointed

7: Even though I lost during training camp, I was still told I'd be the reserve

I guess I still “felt like I had a chance”

Pag 7

1: Say, Sugimoto-kun

Huh

Ah, yes!?

2: Why did you start riding bikes?

4: Ah, yeah, I've never told you?

5: Yeah

Well.... it's a silly story

It's just an ordinary story that's not worth listening to- you still want to hear it?

Yeah

7: My father used to ride a road bike

He suggested it to me but I was scared so I didn't

Pag 8

1: But, one day.... ah... well, my father's family home is in Okayama

In the north of Okayama at the border with Shimane, there's a huge mountain called “Mt. Daisen”

2: One time, when he made me get on a rental bike and run, he said “let's go there”, and took me there even though I didn't want to

3: For some reason, I was deeply moved

That majestic mountain's scenery kept changing as I advanced

4: I thought it was really interesting

5: Even though I said I was scared of falling, I soon got absorbed in riding

Pag 9

1: And I thought it was fun

2: I could ride this forever...

3: that's what I thought

4: After that I asked my father to take me to, like, Lake Kawaguch or Hakone on the weekends. We went to Hakone three times, three times (haha)

5: But still, the first time you see the scenery from a mountain is the best

Pag 10

1: Maybe I wanted to see the scenery for the first time

3: When I became an high-school student, I met Naruko, Onoda, and Imaizumi

Well, I had already heard about Imaizumi in middle school races

Those three....

4: I saw them running in the Inter High giving their whole body and soul

Midosuji!!

5: I saw them from up close

Onodaaa

Onoda-kun!!

Onodaaa

Pag 11

1: In my third year, I thought I wanted to see this Inter High's scenery

3: from inside the course

6: For sure

Pag 12

1: It didn't come true though

3: No no

4: Hahaha!! Why am I talking about such gloomy things before the start!!

Sorry, sorry, forget what I said just now, forget it!! Let's be bright!!

5: I'm their support, after all

My role is to be their backup!! Yes!!

Pag 13

2: The participants will be at the starting line soon

3: I give up....

4: Ah, ah

What's wrong?

5: Ah, every year we gather cyclists from each school who failed to enter the race in the “selected team”, right?

6: Yeah, the team with white jerseys and number bibs in the 200s!!

There's a vacancy there

Pag 14

2: Give it your all!

Yes, senpai!!

3: Thirty minutes until the start!!

4: We were informed just now

Are you looking for someone to fill in?

Well... there are conditions... and there's probably no one....

5: who can be ready within fifteen minutes from now

Pag 15

2: Oooii

3: Oh... it's Touji-san

He's in a hurry

Are there troubles? It's the first time I see Touji-san running

4: Sugimoto!!

5: Huh!?

Onii-chan?

6: Why are you in such a hurry.... everyone has finished getting ready, we're going soon

Sugimoto-san?

Huh? Me?

Pag 16

1: Do you want to ride in the Inter High!?

2: Huh!?

3: Run!? In the Inter High!? Eh!?

You're saying this to me!?

I just got a call from the director

4: He's speaking with the main office right now

Pag 17

1: But the the team's six people are rock solid...

2: It's not Sohoku!!

It's the team with white jerseys and number bibs in the 200s!! There's a vacancy there

3: They asked us to lend them a reserve!!

4: You only have fifteen minutes to get ready

Moreover, it comes with strict conditions!!

6: Still, will you run!?

Pag 18

1: Sugimoto....!!

2: Sugimoto...!!

3: Sugimoto-kun!?

5: Sugimoto-san!!

6: Ehy ehy

No, no!!

7: Sadatoki, set the wheels on Sugimoto's frame!!

On!!

Pag 19

2: Wa- wait please. This is the third Inter High and I've always been working for this team behind the scenes

And, I mean, supporting is also an important.... role

Ye-yes, that's it

3: The Inter…..

4: High!?

Me!?

5: This is the important last Inter High, so I'll reliably support Imaizumi, Naruko and Onod-

Pag 20

1: Is there anyone who would throw away their dreams for someone else?

2: My Colnago

Pag 21

1: It's a great opportunity

Run!! Take....

2: This chance!!

Imaizumi....!!

4: That day was hectic for me

Until up twenty minutes before the starts I was frantically doing preparation for the race for everyone

Pag 22

1: And after that, somehow, I wore a jersey I had never seen before

2: And, shaking, I was standing at the starting line of the Inter High

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 761 #WHAT A CHAPTER WHAT A CHAPTER!!!#this IH watanabe is really like 'you think you know whats going to happen?? no you dont!!'#nothing is going accordin to keikau ashsakhdf AND I LOVE IT #SUGIMOTOOOOOOOOO #IM SO HAPPY IM GONNA CRY #im a little confused about the team hes running with - like what the point whats the role of that team??? im confusion #BUT whataver HES RUNNING IN THE IH AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM #also excuse me but that part after hes been all honest with miki and then he tries to play it off like something unimportant .......#killing me would have hurt less #and the fact that hes still saying until the end that hes going to support the other instead bc supporting is important #sugimoto......... bby :')#make your dream come true ;A;

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jeanie-g · 6 months ago

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I need more!!!!

'a gold star for me' plz

you ask and i shall deliver!! this is an au where jack is a middle school english teacher who wants to go into sports journalism and nico is the hot, new gym teacher that gets his goat!

also featuring trevor as the science teacher all the 8th grade girls have a crush on and jamie as his teacher's aide (who trevor is desperately trying to woo). also sebastian aho cuz i needed a villain lmao

it's hot, it's funny, it's relatable, and even a bit inspirational at times (i hope). it also might be my longest fic (with, like, actual chapters! wowza!)

here's a couple snippets:

The last essay of the semester, on a handful of Ray Bradbury’s short science fiction stories, was due at the start of last class. Jack had managed a good rate of on-time turn-ins, of varying quality but nonetheless complete, which bodes well for his end-of-semester performance review. Daniel turned his in on Monday, which wasn’t a surprise, and Jack was able to mark it over his evening tea, reading it and giving it its deserved A+ before the kettle even whistled. As for the rest, Jack dedicated a solid two hours to the task last night, breaking out his lucky red pen and using it frequently. Now, Friday morning, he has a stack of graded papers on his desk ready to be handed out before the weekend. Well, except Charlotte’s.

Charlotte was suspiciously absent on Wednesday, which isn’t out of the norm, really—her multiple absences was something he brought up to her mother during their parent-teacher conference last month, though the woman just sighed and said that she got frequent stomach aches (Jack wasn’t about to comment that her ailments had the habit of landing on test days). It’s not that Charlotte isn’t smart—Jack would hate to say she has potential if she only just applied herself—she just doesn’t want to be there. Jack has had more than his fair share of students like that. If it weren’t for their parents’ expectations—and their checkbooks funding their frankly overpriced tuition—kids like Charlotte would flunk out voluntarily. They always seem to get cold feet right before report cards come out, though.

Charlotte continues in her excuse train, and Jack waves a hand for her to stop. He’s heard it all before, and Charlotte is as transparent as a glass door, but Jack knows they’ll both be miserable if he gives her grief for it now. The whole point of getting these all done the night before was to have an easy, stress-free weekend with no homework of his own. All but forcing Charlotte to scribble some half-thought out mess on some looseleaf during her study hall would only stress them both out—Charlotte for obvious reasons, and Jack, because he’d be the one who’d have to actually read it.

and!

“What are you drinking?” Nico asks, and Jack had almost forgotten about the empty glass in front of him. Jack opens his mouth to answer but hesitates.

Part of Jack wants to lengthen this moment between him and Nico, really stretch it out as long as he can make it. Another part wants to nod his head towards the door, grab Nico’s hand, and pull him through it. With the way Nico is looking at him right now, he doesn’t think it’ll be too difficult. He’s certainly spent less time working up the nerve to make the big ask with other men, but something is telling him to let this moment grow—slow down the drive and coast a little.

“Gimlet,” he says, and Nico flags down Ana as she passes to order two for the both of them. Ana nods and grabs the well-loved bottle of Ketel One. He’ll let Nico take the lead and see where he ends up. He seems more than capable.

With Nico sitting down now, Jack can study his arms resting on the bartop, thick and covered in fine, dark hair. His gaze travels up the line of them, and he notices the bulk of his biceps stretched along the fabric of his shirt. “So, you’re new in town, checking out the local scene?”

Nico nods, catching Jack studying him with a cheeky smile. “Yes. I don’t really know anyone in the area yet. This seemed like a good place to start.”

“Well, yeah, Salt Crab’s the best. Isn’t that right, Ana?”

Ana turns around, towel in one hand drying some wine glasses. “Sweet talk’s not gonna make those drinks free, Hughes.”

Jack’s laugh bubbles out of him, and he catches Nico staring at him, like he’s hanging onto his every sound. Nico’s eyes flick to the floor and back up.

“You have a nice laugh,” he says, and Jack has to divert the conversation before he starts blushing like a schoolboy.

thanks for the ask, @solip1386 <333

#nhl rpf #nicojack #jeanie's mailbox

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tothevines · 2 months ago

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sooooooo I am now officially writing a jam fic (lmao) and I said to Holly earlier how maybe posting jam fic is what I need to break the seal and start posting my other fic. because I have two fics that are both like...a week's worth of solid daily editing away from being postable. (maybe two weeks. lol.)

so I've just been thinking about why I never do it...why don't I just buckle down and do the editing and post them. and obviously there is the mental hurdle of baring my soul and letting other people read something I've written, which I don't really do anymore. I used to have such thick skin--I've survived some incredibly toxic writing workshops (including one in which the fucking professor was the most toxic person in the workshop). I could handle People with Opinions About My Writing...but I don't know that I can anymore. and fanfiction is honestly a whole different beast. it's baring my soul in such a different way, one where I could easily Do It Wrong (e.g. with characterization), and that's terrifying.

but also...I'm realizing that part of the issue is that I simply have too many hobbies lmao. every evening/weekend, I'm faced with free time and I get overwhelmed because there are so many things i could do with it: work on my fic! work on my non-fanfic writing! catch up on my shows! read a book! play any of the six video games that I've only played half of! embroider! cross-stitch! make gifs! go for a hike! learn that new skill I've been wanting to learn (lately it's visible mending)! watch a two-hour video essay about an influencer I've never heard of! repot that aloe that's gotten too big for its container! deep clean my bathroom! (cleaning counts as a hobby okay 😤)

but ANYWAY...there are so many choices. I just like a lot of stuff. but often I end up doing none of these and feeling like absolute shit because I've wasted hours doomscrolling when I could have been doing something fulfilling (but that's a whole separate issue...).

but this week I haven't had any proper free time because I just moved. so every day has just been: get home from work > unpack boxes > eat dinner > unpack more boxes > go to bed. but my brain is rotating the blorbos like rotisserie chickens the entire time, and I really want to write, but I just don't have the time for it.

but then I get irritated with myself because - why am I acting like being busy is the reason I'm not writing? I don't write nearly as often as I'd like to, even when I do have the time for it. so why do I avoid it when I DO actually have the time???

and I think I just have so many hobbies that I will use them as an excuse to not write. if I'm always doing something else (or avoiding doing anything via doomscrolling), I can't write, so I can't ever post my fic, and I won't open myself up to criticism or being perceived.

I've felt so ashamed about not finishing/posting my fic for years at this point, but sitting here at work and word-vomiting all these thoughts into tumblr dot com actually feels like I'm having a little breakthrough about it. I don't know that having said breakthrough will actually make me change my behavior, but it's a good place to start!!!

it's really helpful for me to understand that I don't shy away from writing because I Am Bad and A Fraud but rather because all my other hobbies are so much less emotionally fraught--I don't have a bunch of fear and anxiety around all my other little activities like I do with writing. (not to mention how I have based a large part of my identity on ~being a writer~ for so much of my life and how hard THAT can make writing. for reasons that I cannot get into now but I'm sure y'all get it).

but anyway. I don't have a real conclusion here besides that I hope working this out will help me spend more time on writing and less time using my other interests to avoid writing. and maybe I will be able to tell when I want to do something because I actually have the desire to do it versus when I want to do something because it seems easier/less emotionally complicated than writing.

also maybe working on rpf is helpful because I don't know if I would ever post it anyway, so it's lower stakes??? if I do end up finishing a jam fic before I finish either of my queliot fics that will be so fucking funny though💀

#just kiki things #writing #fanfiction #if you read this whole thing I'm sorry and thank you for coming to my therapy session

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goose-duck · 11 months ago

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Cars are confusing 🚗

One piece story about Sabo trying to get his old car put in Luffy's name from Ace's point of view as a tag-along

+slight romance (not between asl obviously, they're brothers, but I've seen some odd stuff so I gotta clarify 😭)

Modern AU (obviously)

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Ace's POV:

I'm sitting in the back of the car, Sabo and Luffy are in the front. I'd be in the front but Sabo doesn't trust my driving and Luffy beat me to the passenger seat. We're currently going to get Sabo's old car put in Luffy's name since he got his full license a few weeks ago and Sabo agreed to give him his car once he does.

On the way there Sabo complains about one of his co-workers who always comes to work drunk. I add my own input, I don't like the guy either, so it's mostly insults towards him. Luffy, strangely enough just sits and listens, he must be tired, it is kinda early, 9:00 in the morning on a weekend.

After a while we get onto the topic of this boy Luffy likes. His name is Law, luffy talks about him like no one else matters, like this man is the sun on a cloudy day. It's cute, I'm happy he's found someone he can love and by the sounds of it, someone who loves him all the same.

Eventually we get to the insurance place. We park across the street, me and Luffy get out while Sabo grabs the papers. We walk in and Sabo immediately recognizes someone there, her name is Koala, they seem close. She's currently working with another client so they just say a quick hello before we all sit down and wait.

An older lady comes out to talk with us about getting Luffy's name put on the car. Sabo and the lady talk for a while and they ask Luffy some questions. I'm not really paying attention as I only tagged along to go to the mall after they sort this out. I play music tiles on my phone for a while until Sabo tells us we have to go to the DMV. Luffy groans knowing it's a bit of a drive to get there, I just sigh a bit, already regretting tagging along as just their conversation here took 20 minutes.

After a long drive we finally get to the DMV. I wonder why they don't just have the two places side by side, it'd be much easier.

We walk into the building, Sabo goes straight to a receptionist with the papers and they start talking. Me and Luffy stand behind him, Luffy not knowing what's going on and me not overly caring. We stand here for a solid 10 minutes before Sabo has to call the insurance place because apparently we needed to do more stuff there first and the old lady sent us off prematurely.

Sabo is put on hold for 15 minutes before he gives up and tells us to just sit and wait a bit and he'll try again. Good timing because I was about to fall asleep standing up. Luffy promptly sits down, pulling out his phone to watch tiktoks. I sit beside him and lean back in my seat a bit, closing my eyes and sighing. Sabo sits across from us and apologizes that it's taking so long. I tell him not to blame himself for other people's mistakes before letting myself relax again.

I start chatting with Luffy about Law again, wanting to know more. Luffy tells me a lot, about how they were close in grade 9 then this girl kept harassing Law and being lovey with him anytime Luffy was around and how that drove the two apart because it made it awkward and difficult for Law to be around Luffy. Luffy said this continued and is still happening but that Luffy and Law finally have a class without her and they've been able to be close again. I let out a sigh or relief knowing that that girl isn't causing as much trouble now, even if it's only because she literally cant. It's just unfortunate that that means they spent about a year completely split apart by her as they're now in grade 11.

Sabo suddenly grabs my foot. He tells me he loves my shoes and asks where I got them. I tell him I got them at Ardene and he asks how much they cost. I told him I got them on sale but that I'm pretty sure the sale is over now, but that at the time they were $12.99. he tells me that sounds like a good deal and that he's going to go buy himself some even if they aren't on sale. I tell him to just be sure he doesn't mistake his shoes for mine and Luffy butts in saying Sabo's feet are too big for us to mix up out shoes. Sabo makes an offended face which is quickly cut off by a phone call from the insurance place. Sabo picks up quickly and starts talking with the person on the line. Sabo start to get up, signaling us to get up and follow him back to the car.

Sabo hangs up the phone and gets in the car with an exasperated sigh. Me and Luffy also get back in the car asking what's up. Sabo tells us that we have to go back to the insurance place and that Luffy's gonna have to sign a bunch of papers. Luffy seems annoyed that he has to sign papers while I'm just concerned that anyone will even be able to read his handwriting.

Eventually we get back to the insurance place and walk in again. This time we're greeted by a very attractive man, I can feel myself blushing at the sight of him. Luffy playfully punches me and wiggles his eyebrows, he so knows I think this guy's hot. Sabo starts talking to him as he leads us to a room, sitting behind the desk and inviting us to sit down on the other side. Sabo sits but me and Luffy both opt for standing as Luffy doesn't like to sit still and I just didn't feel like sitting after all of the driving we did.

The man says his name is Marco, what a nice name for such an attractive man...i hope he's single. Luffy keeps making faces at me while Sabo talks with Marco. Luffy signs some papers and answers some questions. Eventually Luffy says that the room is kind of barren and that Marco should put up some pictures, maybe of bands or maybe of his girlfriend. I see what he's doing, trying to see if this guy is even single, nevermind if he's into men. The guy says he's sure his girlfriend would like that. I get a little sad but don't let it show as ultimately it isn't a big deal. Luffy gives me a look and I glare at him a bit. Sabo adds onto Luffy's comment by saying Marco should put flowers around the picture of his girlfriend and I add that he should put little lights with it too, reminiscing on the time when I was in grade 9 and we had a teacher that looked just like Edd Sheeran and we made a small shrine of Edd Sheeran in his class room.

After all of that we finally leave, Sabo telling us we can finally go to the mall. Luffy states that he's excited to go to the candy store. I tell Sabo I want to go to the furniture store and get some new pillows for my bed. Sabo just giggles at the both of us saying he's going clothes shopping. I then remember my shoes that Sabo was so fond of and joke that he's going to go buy himself some. He gives me a look and simply states, "yes." before we get in the car and he drives off to the mall.

#asl brothers #modern au ace #portgas d ace #monkey d. luffy #modern au sabo #Modern au luffy #sabo one piece #revolutionary sabo #one piece #Modern au op #op modern au

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gladdygirl18 · 2 months ago

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It's been a minute but here's another tickle tea story (my boyfriend insisted that I post about this) 😅🫶🏾

Blue me, orange BF

So about a few days ago, I was over at my boyfriend's place and I was watching him play Black Myth: Wukong (really good game, def recommend 👌🏾) and after a bit he had paused the game to kiss me. And normally when we kiss, it turns into more kissing, and eventually turns into a make out session 😅🤭 (and that make out session turned RATED R real fast)

After that, my boyfriend started to tickle me like crazy. This 6'2 man was practically sitting on me and holding me down and tickled me...

FOR HALF AN HOUR STRAIGHT 😆😆💖😆💖💖💖

He was tickling my armpits, my sides, my breath (if you press down on them a certain way), my thighs, my feet, FUCKING EVERYWHERE 😆💖🤭 but I loved every second of it 🥰🤭💖

My upper/inner thigh is like my death, or as he likes to call it "my critical spot" and apparently I have another death spot

And ofc he goes onto say "I need to get like cuffs for your ankles so that way I can hold them with one hand and tickle with the other"

he then demonstrates how that's gonna happen and tickles my feet with little to no mercy. I didn't think my feet were that ticklish but he continues to prove me wrong. Before, with my ex, they weren't that ticklish, it was my ankles, but now, it's the balls of my feet and under my toes

Basically, on girls, you know that spot that's like almost right under the breast, and it feels like it's almost like part of the rib?

THAT SPOT KILLS ME 😆🤭💖

"Wait wahahaHAHAIT! NOT THERE NOT THEHEHERE!"

And he continued to tickle there for like a solid 5 minutes. It then got to the point where he was tickling my inner thigh, and I was squealing and squeaking so fucking much

"Hmm? What was that? I only understand words, honey, not squeals~"

I fucking can't with him. And after everything was said and done and I was damn near tickled out, you wanna know what he said?

"Then you're my tickle prey. Catching you and tickling you; you know you like that right, my tickly girl~?"

"You're such a tickle monster."

AJDHFHEJRJGBDJSHHEOEU😆😆💖💖😭😭😆💖

This past weekend, Sunday if I'm correct, I was laying on the couch in the basement, waiting for my boyfriend to come home. About an hour or so later, I heard him upstairs as he was moving the dogs out of the way and preventing them from eating the groceries he just bought 🤭😅😂

Ofc, while he is very sneaky, the basement stairs in his house creak a lot so you always know when someone is coming down the stairs. I heard him come down, and then, he pounced on me and started tickling me 🤭

"Hello, my dear. I missed you~"

Omgggg he was tickling the shit outta me 😂💖😆 I was squirming so much, but he had a good grip on me

"I dihihihid! I mihihihissed you!"

"Come on, say you missed me~"

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it."

So yeah that was that fun weekend! Sorry it took so long to get this out, school work started piling up! Hopefully the next one won't take so long!

Tagging the fwends: @sunstone-smiles @giggly-squiggily @otomiyaa @burningablaze @cutesmokes @jettorii

#tickle tea stories #irl story

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aidenlyons · 2 months ago

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When the day came for Jake to head to Chestnut Ridge, he was in awe when Colby brought him to the house.

J: This is it?

C: Mhm. Sure is. I've kept it up best I can, made sure the roof stayed good, that sort of thing. But some of the appliances sure need updating.

J: Looks like it needs some landscaping too.

C: Yeah, it does a bit. That's not really my forte, and I've been pretty busy with the farm this spring.

J: Oh, it's not a criticism, sorry. Just.. trying to take it all in.

C: No worries. I understand. Want to go inside?

J: .. yeah.

C: It's not a fancy house. But has everything a small family would need. There's a half bath through that door, livingroom to the left, kitchen and rest of the house to the right. Three bedrooms.

J: That's a lot more than it looks like from the outside.. That's not so bad.

Jake turns toward the livingroom first, letting out a low whistle.

J: This is incredible. I bet Aiden would love this, especially at night.

C: It's amazing what you can see here at night. The stars. Imagine it's the same in Copperdale.

J: Not so much where I lived. Too much light pollution from the pier.

C: Not much of that out here.

Jake turns and catches sight of the barn, smiling for a moment.

J: That barn is part of it, too?

C: Mhm. Think it used to be a greenhouse. Big enough for a horse, couple animals.

Jake can't help but think how perfect that 'greenhouse' space would be for a studio for Aiden. Lots of light and beautiful views.

J: Not so sure about the animals, but.. good to have options.

C: You ever need help with that, I know some people.

Returning, Jake crosses the hallway into the kitchen and goes to test out the sink. The water runs clear and cool.

C: There's a natural spring nearby that the water comes from. Shouldn't ever have to worry about running out.

J: Big enough for a table in here, too.

C: Might need a ladder to get to the cabinets, but still plenty'a storage.

J: No kidding. I see what you mean about the appliances too. Do you know anything about the neighbors?

C: Mm. Few families with young children. Good people.

The first bedroom Colby guides them into makes Jake's breath hitch.

J: This.. was going to be my room, wasn't it?

C: Figure so. Never saw the place 'til your father was already dead.

J: Mom always said he was.. really proud.

C: Sure was. Showed off pictures every chance he got.

C: It's hard, doing what we did, bein' away from family. Ed was eager to get you and your mom closer. Spend more time with you.

J: Yeah.

Jake has to clear his throat to continue.

J: I'm not sure how much I believed it, before.

J: I don't remember him. Just what Mom told me. I never knew if she was exaggerating or telling the truth.

C: I only worked with Ed a couple'a years, but I know he loved both'a you more'n anything. That's the solid truth.

J: Thank you. I, uh. Could I look around, alone?

C: Sure.

The second bedroom is decent but not obscene, Jake thinks. The whole place could use a coat of paint. Some updates to appliances and maybe counters if Aiden wanted.

Abruptly Jake realizes how seriously he's thinking of living here.

The master bath is a bit ridiculous. But Aiden did say he most wanted a bath tub. Jake badly wants to bring Aiden here and get his opinion because if he's honest Jake.. loves it.

Jake can see them living here, having a family here maybe. It feels like home.

After a few minutes alone, Colby follows Jake outside to the paddock.

J: Thank you. For doing maintenance on this place. It's.. It means a lot.

C: Least I could do.

J: I think I want to bring Aiden back, maybe next weekend?

C: It's not my place, you don't need my permission. Key's yours. But if you want me to swing by, should be able to.

J: Right. Sorry. It just.. it's a lot.

C: Yeah. Figured it might be.

J: Do you think we could talk.. about my dad?

C: Lets sit down in the shade. Gets a bit warm.

C: The thing you gotta know about your dad was...

As they sit near the barn/greenhouse, Colby starts talking, telling Jake all he can about the time he served with Ed, wishing he knew more. Still, it takes hours. It's good for Colby to think about the good times.

#simblr #sims 4 #show us your story #the sims 4 #jake lawson #Colby Davidson #Chestnut Ridge

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kavehinpink · 2 years ago

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for my heart (1.9k)

When Corroded Coffin goes on tour it’s the first time since they got together that Steve and Eddie sleep apart. Eddie had wanted Steve to go with them and Steve had wanted that too but he had already promised to coach little league and he might be able to weasel out of work but he couldn’t leave the kids hanging.

So Eddie leaves and they talk every day on the phone and sleep in separate beds. Steve hates it. Not having Eddie by his side every morning makes his chest ache and he takes every opportunity he can not to be in their empty house alone. He keeps it together most of the time but he knows he's moping. Robin doesn’t even tease him about it, just spends long nights in his living room drinking with him and watching bad movies like they used to do as teenagers.

“What are you going to do if he makes it big?” Nancy asks one day when she comes to pick up her girlfriend and take her home after a long weekend of Steve keeping her to himself. “He’d be on the road a lot.”

Robin elbows her and Steve makes a wounded sound. “I know, I know. I have to get used to it, it’s just… it feels wrong for him to be gone. Like I’m missing a limb.”

Nancy looks at Robin and nods. “I know what you mean.”

Robin blushes and Steve pushes them out the door so they can be in love somewhere else. When Eddie calls that night he feels gloomy and exhausted. There’s noise from wherever Eddie is calling from and Steve wishes he was there with him.

“I miss you Stevie, so much. The show tonight was great and I wish I could kiss you.”

“When you get back I’m going to kiss you for hours. Days maybe.”

“I’ll hold you to it big boy.”

They hang up too quickly, Eddie called away by one of his bandmates and Steve not wanting to guilt him into staying on the line. His sleep is fitful and the pillow he wraps himself around is a poor substitute for Eddie’s solidity and warmth.

After practice the next day he gets in his car and drives into town. He sits in the parking lot across the street from the jewelers for twenty minutes before he gets the courage to go in. He’s thought about this a lot, buying a ring. They can’t marry legally and they haven’t really talked about it. He’s a little worried he’s just overcompensating because he misses him.

But he loves Eddie, wholly and without doubt.

He buys an antique silver band that has a simple dark stone set into. It will match the other rings he always wears. Steve brings it home and then doesn’t know where to hide it so that Eddie won’t find it before he’s ready. He eventually stuffs it into the cabinet with their baking dishes because Eddie is tragic at making anything that doesn’t come out of a can.

Eddie calls him early in the night and they talk for hours. The tour is going well. The venues are small but they sell out and their manager “has a good feeling about things.”

“I’m so happy for you guys, Eds. I wish I was there to see you play.”

“Next time Stevie, I don’t think I can do this separation thing again, not like this. I haven’t had any decent sleep in weeks.”

Steve feels his heart squeeze in his chest. “I don’t think sleep and touring usually go hand in hand. Isn’t it supposed to be all partying and groupies?”

“There’s definitely partying,” Eddie concedes. “And groupies I guess, but none of them want to hang around me.”

“What!? Why? You’re the hottest person in the band and you’re funny and charming on top of that,” Steve replies, offended on Eddie’s behalf even though the idea of strange people hanging off his boyfriend makes him flush with anger.

Eddie laughs. “Calm down Harrington, you don’t need to defend my character. They don’t want to talk to me because I never shut up about you. Although I’ll be sure to let Gareth know you think he’s ugly.”

“That’s not what I said!”

“Suuuuuure,” Eddie teases and the conversation devolves into laughter and teasing. When Steve goes to bed that night the sheets are still cold but his heart doesn’t feel quite as heavy.

Eddie’s nervous. Steve’s at work and he has a few hours in the house alone before he’ll be back. His van is at Gareth’s so as not to give himself away. As far as Steve knows, he’s still on the road, not due home until tomorrow.

It had been Nancy’s idea to tell him they’d had car trouble and they’d be delayed getting back. He’d hated lying to Steve, he never lies to Steve, but Nancy assured him it was okay for the sake of a romantic gesture.

Now that he’s home, in their shared space and surrounded by Steve’s scent, he feels like he should have done more. His romantic gesture, which had felt so big in his mind the last few weeks, he now fears will fall short. He just wants Steve to know how much he means to him, how important he is. How serious Eddie is about them.

Maybe he should have gotten balloons. Or rose petals to lead from the front door to the kitchen.

He debates calling Nancy and seeing if she can deliver rose petals but reigns himself in before he can start dialing.

He pulls out the ring he’d found at a shop in Chicago, a gold band with the words “for my heart” engraved on the inside. The second he’d seen it he knew it was the one. He runs a finger over the metal and takes a deep breath. Everything is going to be fine and Steve is going to say yes. He says it out loud and then snaps the velvet ring box closed, tucking it into the pocket of his vest.

The afternoon goes by quickly and when the doorbell rings for the food delivery (a proposal dinner didn’t seem like a great time to inflict his cooking on the man he loves) he nearly jumps out of his skin thinking it was Steve before he remembered that Steve wouldn’t ring the bell to his own house. He sets the table, lights candles, and fiddles with the flowers he’d grabbed from the supermarket in an attempt to calm his nerves. He’s going to be seeing Steve for the first time in weeks. He’s going to ask him to be his husband, at least in their own eyes and the eyes of their loved ones.

He feels like he’s going to be sick.

When he hears Steve’s car pull into the driveway he straightens and the sound of the front door opening has him fixing his hair like a high schooler waiting on their date. A few seconds later Steve comes into view, wandering towards the kitchen like he always does after work and Eddie grins big as he freezes in place, eyes wide.

“Eddie!” he yells and all of Eddie’s nervousness leaves him as they launch themselves at each other, laughing and crying and kissing like it had been months instead of weeks.

“You told me you would be home tomorrow!” Steve accuses, pulling away just enough to look at him but with strong arms still holding Eddie tight.

“I wanted to surprise you! I ordered dinner.” He gestures to the table with the food from Steve’s favorite Italian restaurant.

Steve laughs and burrows back into him, leaving kisses along his neck, his hands starting to wander.

“The food is going to get cold if you keep doing that,” Eddie says, biting back a moan and Steve nips at his skin, hands skating over his hips.

“S’okay, we have a microwave.”

In retrospect, Eddie should have known it was going to go this way and he’s definitely on board. Steve starts to push up his t-shirt and Eddie happily obliges as he pulls off his vest and shirt, tossing them to the floor. They land with a thump and then Eddie remembers the ring box.

The ring box which has fallen out of his vest pocket and is now laying exposed on the kitchen floor. Steve sees it too, and if he had seemed surprised before it was nothing compared to now.

“Eddie-”

“I can explain! It’s… okay, well, you see-” He swoops down and grabs the box, cradling it in his hands as he looks frantically between it and Steve. “This is now how this was supposed to go.”

“Is this a proposal?” Steve demands. “Are you proposing to me right now?”

“Well… yes. Steve Harrington, you are the love of my- hey wait, where are you going? I’m trying to be romantic!”

Steve had pulled away from him and is now digging through one of the cabinets, grumbling to himself. Eddie has no fucking idea what is going on, the plan has gone completely off the rails and he thinks wistfully for a moment about how it might all have gone better if he’d only gotten the damn rose petals.

When Steve turns around he’s holding something small in his hand, lifting it up to show to Eddie. It’s a ring box. It’s a fucking ring box.

“Did you hide that ring in our cake pans? What if I had decided to make you a cake?” Eddie asks, eyes fixed on the box.

Steve snorts. “You have never opened that cabinet in your life.”

Eddie can’t disagree with that. “Wait, are you proposing to me now?”

“This is a mess, I can’t believe this is how we’re getting engaged.”

“Are you saying yes then?”

“Are you saying yes?”

Eddie reaches for him, pulling him back into his orbit before sinking to one knee. Steve’s breath catches and Eddie can already see the wetness gathering around his eyes. He’s such a sap. He loves him.

“Steve Harrington you are the most amazing, thoughtful, loving person I have ever known and every day with you feels too good to be true. I missed you so much while I was away and honestly I don’t ever want to be separated like that again. You are the best part of every day and I only love you more the longer we’re together. Would you please do me the honor of becoming my husband and illegally marrying me in our backyard with all our friends and family as our overbearing but well-meaning witnesses?”

There are full on tears running down Steve’s face now as he nods wildly, squeezing Eddie’s hand tight. “Yeah, yes Eddie. Yes, I will marry you.”

And okay, so now Eddie is crying too but he manages to get the ring out and slip it onto Steve’s finger, grateful that the fit is just right. Steve pulls him back up and then they're crying and laughing into each other, Steve pulling out the ring he’d bought. Eddie removes one of his chunky skull rings and lets Steve slip the new one on, his heart feeling full to burst.

He’d said yes. They’re engaged. It feels surreal and it takes awhile for them to both stop crying, abandoning tears for more kissing, more touching as they stumble towards the bedroom, the food long forgotten.

It’s perfect.

originally posted to my twitter & also now on ao3

#steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #my writing #st fic #steddie fluff #my fic

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skeleton-mischief · 1 month ago

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Can ya do some headcanons for Saint, Basil and Cosmic? As I noticed there was not much information on those skeletons when checking their tag.

Ofc ofc! I love all of them equally. Have some headcanons that I wrote for farm sans x reader and outer sans x reader below! Idk if this is what you meant, but considering that this was when I did the x reader poll, I'll take it this way! I dont see a lot of people doing anything for them, so I've been needing to write about them for awhile now

I hope you enjoy!!

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Basil x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover Daffodil

- As a guy who loves naps, I think he would often appreciate being woken up to you offering fresh lemonade ready for him and his brother

- He loves seeing what other people are capable of, so whether that means you're good at tending to the plants, the animals, the kitchen, or even tending to the home, he's going to praise you. Any help that you can offer means a lot to him, and he will think any skill you have is wonderful

- He'll help you tend to the animals on the farm, especially since some are more feisty than others

- His magic smells of basil, while his magic tastes of melon and berries

- He plays the banjo, so when it's late at night and the two of you are sitting on the porch, he's going to play while sitting in his rocking chair

- He really loves the chickens on the farm, and he would love to let you hold them if they don't try to peck at you

- He loves drinking tea, so sometimes when you're stressed out he'll make some special tea that tastes wonderful and is great for calming effects

- He's a great listener, so he'll listen to any problems you have and offer pretty solid advice

- He loves seeing you wearing his sunflower hat, so he's not afraid to put it on you when the sun is too bright

- He can pick up anything that's giving you trouble, or y'know, you. He loves lifting you up in his arms, it makes him feel like hes providing

- He's really not the best cook in the house, especially since it's Juniper that is the better cook, but he will make you meals when you're tired. He's honestly better at baking, so you can expect him to make you homemade treats instead

- He gets flustered with physical touch, even if it's just handholding, but he really likes it and he's willing to remove his gloves to feel you more

- He likes doing small pranks on those he adores, especially since they're a sign that he likes to see you laugh or look a little silly. They're always in good fun, and he won't ever make a prank that would upset you

- He loves dad jokes and puns, be prepared. If you end up throwing them at him back, it'll just encourage him to make more and he's going to blush when you joke with him

- He'll praise and encourage you till the sun burns out, and even then he'll try to find a way to support and love you

- He's not one for big dates or large gestures of affection, but he would invite you to sit down with him and his brother if you didn't live there. If you did, he'd opt to walk down to the lake with you, where he and his brother built a gazebo, and enjoy a meal and small dance with you as the fireflies surround you

- He loves when you sing, and he's not shy when he wraps his arms around you and dances with you in the kitchen

- He loves the scent you have, and so he'll bury his face in your shoulder and just inhale before sighing dreamily

- Even when your hair is a mess in the morning and your face is scrunched up and you're all disheveled, he'll still find you beautiful

- He prepares quiet mornings with you on the weekends when he's not working, where he'll make pancakes or anything you prefer and a cup of coffee or juice. He'll set up the table or ask if you want to sit on the porch and the two of you can sit in silence or talk about anything you want

- When guests are over he's going to make sure to linger around you, if he notices you're uncomfortable in some way. He often will rest his hand against the curve of your back or rest his head against your shoulder. He's not the jealous type since he's so comfortable with you and trusts you a lot, but these are small moments to reassure you.

- He would invite you to go to the market with him, and he'll make sure to keep an eye on things you like. He and his brother are pretty set with wealth due to selling vegetables, fruit, and eggs. If he sees you eying any flowers, clothes, jewelry, or trinkets, he'll buy it for you. His brother is good at selling things, so you and him would be walking around getting tools, meat, and anything like clothes anyways.

- He's bought flowers for you while at the market before, and he's picked up on flower language due to the seller. You can expect him to send little messages and to pick up on what flowers you like too

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Cosmic x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover starshine

- I think he met you as an astronaut, and when you were transported to a part of space that could allow breath he found you wandering

- He has freckles that resemble the stars, so he loves when you trace your fingers along them

- He's naturally softer than other Sanses in nature like Basil, but he's a bit more melancholic. As a result, you can find him stargazing and reflecting on life. He'll invite you to sit with him if you're willing

- He has a wool that's made of stardust and magic, which results in having a soothing effect on others around him. He often will let you hug him if you're stressed, tired, or upset, which sometimes means you'll fall asleep while in his arms

- He is inquisitive, so he'll ask you tons of questions about Earth if you're willing to talk about it

- The two of you would definitely go roller skating since on 'land', there's areas where you both can get on skates and have some fun! It's cute little date ideas like this he'd have fun having with you

- If he falls asleep, he'll start floating if he's not inside a building or on an edge, so the two of you would carry around ribbon or rope to keep you both tethered for either of you to prevent floating off and having to be caught by others

- He's often touching you in some way whether it's by wrapping arms with you, holding your hand, or locking pinkies with you

- His eyes glow like a galaxy, and he doesn't realize it happens when he's extremely happy, so you can tell how he feels when he sees you or visits

- He only pranks those he thinks positively of, and he'll often try to get you to laugh with him since they're in good fun

- He smells odd, something that you can't quite pinpoint since they're all in space and made of magic after all. It's soothing though, like lavender. His magic tastes similar, but with a flicker of blue raspberry or fresh mint that is electric in nature

- He loves technology, so he'll make you little trinkets or help you with your ship when you are trying to figure out how to get it to work again. With his love for technology, he also will make you random new items and be giddy when he can see you becoming excited or inquisitive

- The more he learns about Earth, the more he wishes he could visit it. However, the more he learns about what life for you is like there, the more he can tell that you both miss home and hate it. So, he'll find ways to distract you if he notices your thoughts are drifting

- He's always willing to comfort you, to stroke your hair or stroke your hands when you're stressed or tired

- He is willing to offer his coat to you when you're cold, since the land can be cold in some areas. It's extremely soft, and smells of his magic

- He has a bit more energy than the regular Sans even if he's more peaceful and calm in nature, so he encourages you to try and experience the weird parts of their home

- He can't flirt for shit but that doesn't mean he refuses to try. He'll often disguise it with slips of the tongue, you mishearing things, or something along those lines. He sometimes will get distracted when looking at you, and that's when he's unable to stop the blush on his cheeks as a result

- He helps you find clothing if it's not his brother doing it, since he knows you'll be staying there for awhile. When he saw you in more,,,'exposed' clothing he couldn't help but avert his gaze since he gets flustered easily when he sees your body outside of the spacesuit

- He's not easily jealous, but he does tend to get a bit insecure when you guys go places such as Grillbys since you're bombarded with questions and attention. He lingers near you a lot and he's quieter than usual. He worries you'll find him boring sometimes

- You're a lot lighter in space no matter what, and even if he's not physically strong on his land, you can expect him to pick you up when you're down so that he can spin your around and toss you up so that you can float with him in areas that have less gravity

- He can't cook or bake, but he'll be so willing to help when you guys make things

- He doesn't smoke or really drink, but if you guys did end up going to drink he'll make sure to keep an eye on you since monster drinks are stronger on humans. So, the sweetheart is going to make sure that if you do drink, to carry you home and take care of you

- He's openly communicative compared to a lot of the other Sanses, but he gets a bit more emotional than he wants. He'll cry with you, but he's going to smile and hold you when you're both vulnerable and listening

#basil serrif #undertale au #alternate universe #headcanon #x reader #skeleton x reader #farm sans #basil x reader #x yn #cosmic serrif #cosmic x reader #outer sans #farmtale #outertale #outer x reader #farm x reader

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xxanaduwrites · 7 months ago

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DOWNFALL | a.b.

main hub of all important thangs

chapter 6

got your hands at the back of my soul and the more that i show you the more i'm afraid that you're gonna wake up and realize i'm not the one — paranoid, lauv

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Butthead's snazzy shirt stared at me for an entire week.

After the superhero moves I pulled a few days ago with my sidekick — or maybe I was the sidekick and he was the main hero, considering how he was saving me the entire time — I got back to work an exhausted wreck.

Levi — wanting to throw Dax in the back dumper, as he so beautifully put it — needed a good gossip fix to make up for the pain he endured the entire time I was gone. Like a whole reporter on the scope, he barreled every question he could think of, while continuously going on about how fucking tiny the world was. How it was crazy the universe just threw us back together like that — that it was a sign.

Superstitious Jeans.

He also flipped the fuck out when he realized I was wearing Austin's shirt. Of course, his mind quickly went in the gutter, assuming we fucked around to which I immediatly denied. Even when I tried explaining the whole coffee shabackle, his smirk and knowing eyes that really knew absolutely nothing — didn't buy a word I said.

It was like I was talking to an entire brick wall.

"You can say whatever you want." He told me. "But I saw the way that hunk so smoothly caught my keys and then caught you. Y'all were staring at each other for a solid minute."

I wanted to throw myself on the floor, roll over, and dissolve into the floorboards.

Seeing where Levi's perspective on the matter lied, I was grateful Austin had texted me first when I was in the lot. Saved me the trouble of ever bringing it up to Jeans and giving that boy ideas. With my luck, Levi — being the wingman he loved to be — would totally take my phone when I wasn't looking, pretend to be me, and flirt his head off with Austin.

Would be better off if he didn't know I had his number.

That night, I locked up, went home, and peeled off his shirt. I still had no fucking clue what kind of cologne he laced his clothes with, but my god that shit smelled good. The most devastating part was tossing it in the wash.

A part of me wished I never did so while another was happy I could finally breathe proper air that wasn't drugged up in his scent.

Now, it just sat there, perfectly pressed and hung up on the doorknob of my closet. Like some sort of blaring billboard, it flashed its lights at me every single time I walked in my room. The worst was when I sat on my bed. I couldn't focus on my book, my laptop, or even the television — which were my favorite down time activities — with that thing just sitting there, staring straight into my soul.

I felt like I was going mad.

Being that today was Sunday, the bookstore was closed and I was off from work — meaning I had nothing to do. Syd always went to the gym or surfing on the weekends. It alternated depending on her mood, the weather, and if she had a competition coming up. Something I was glad she did without me, considering me and any form of physical activity in an athletic-esce form did not go together at all. Let alone get along.

Definitely not all chummy.

My noodle arms could never keep up.

Apparently she decided on the gym today, bringing Brock along for the ride — which hinted that she'd be gone for longer than usual. That meant, I was home alone, but not really alone — chilling with my not-so-good pal, Austin's shirt.

I needed out.

Bad.

I came to this conclusion when I found myself reading over a particular page ten times over, not grasping a single word of my book. And I was sitting in the living room — for fucks sake! Nowhere near Butthead's shirt. It was then that I figured I really needed to get out of the house — even though I really didn't want to.

As if this wasn't already bad enough, this man not only weaseled his way into my two favorite places, but also managed to infiltrate his presence into my bedroom where my bed — who was my main squeeze and boyfriend — lived — without ever stepping foot inside! Now, I guessed it was the whole fucking apartment.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

Getting kicked out of all my homes. Now where would I live?

With a huff, I grabbed my keys and tossed my book in my bag before heading out for the day. Where? I didn't know. But I was sure it would be one of the two places I usually went to. The bookstore was obviously a no for today. So that left me with Sunshine Spot.

I could only hope for the best.

Popping in my earbuds, I began my descent down the familiar stairs and out the door of my complex. When I stepped outside I almost went blind from how sunny it was. I immediately fished for my sunglasses, placing them on the bridge of my nose.

Sometimes I wondered if I was a vampire from how sensitive I always got. Or maybe it was just my introverted side making up more excuses to not leave the house. Either way, I definitely pulled off the 'fuck off, leave me alone' look with my earbuds in and my shades on. Not having to listen or look anyone in the eye sounded perfect to me.

And it was.

Until I got to my destination.

But to be fair, it was completely my own fault.

My dumbass was actually looking at her cellular device, trying to change the song I was listening to — but of course being the old piece of shit it was, the thing decided to lag on me right as I was walking through the door. Robotically, I messed around with every app and button known to man trying to fix it, but it just kept playing this one song that reminded me way too much of my awkward teenage years.

Somehow I managed to get to my favorite booth in the joint without even looking up. Sliding into the seat backwards, my back hit the wall and my knees shot up to my chest like a fetus — sideways in the booth.

I couldn't sit like a whole grown human — at all.

When I went to turn and slam the side of my phone on the table to wake it up, I almost died right on the spot when I realized someone was sitting across from me in my peripheral vision. Shutting my eyes for a moment, I tried to brace myself for what I would come face to face with —whoever was on the other side. Trying to figure out some sort of lame excuse that wouldn't make me look like a complete weirdo for sliding right into a booth that was already rightfully claimed.

Taking a breath and finally opening my eyes, I shut them just as fast when I captured the image of the person in front of me. Either I was losing my mind, or it was in fact him who was sitting in the same damn booth as me.

Saying him, I meant Austin with all of his butt related names.

You've got to be shitting me right now.

Why was this always happening to me?

Was he fucking following me or something?

Did his shirt manifest his presence right in front of me? —saying, 'Ha! Jokes on you! You can't escape me no matter how hard ya try!'

Reopening my eyes, I ripped my headphones out of my ears and absolutely lost it. "You!" I pointed at him as if I was blaming him for something — which I mentally was.

"Me?" he questioned and apprehensively confirmed, bracing a hand against his solid chest that was clad in a simple white t-shirt— clearly not understanding where I was going with this.

My mouth decided to work on its own accord and not cooperate with my brain. "What the hell are you doing here?" I grilled him immediately.

For a moment, he just stared at me blankly, seeming equally as confused but also slightly amused with the way his lips curled up. "Nice to see you too," he mused. Biting his lip, he looked down at the table. "Um." I followed his gaze, noting a small black moleskine journal that was sandwiched between his hands. One was inside the book, serving as a bookmark for whatever page I assumed he was writing on while the other was braced on top with a pen firmly tucked in between his fingers. It looked like I had totally interrupted his journaling— or journalism, if you will. "I should be asking you the same thing." He said, tilting his head as he studied me.

"Right," I sighed, readying myself for my long awaited explanation. "I didn't realize someone else was sitting here. Sorry —I'll just go."

I was in the process of awkwardly maneuvering myself out of the booth — finally rearranging my legs to be in a normal seating position when his husky voice spoke up. "No," he stopped me. "I mean, you can stay if you want. I'm not waiting on anyone anyways. Unless you're waiting on someone yourself."

"I'm not. Thanks, but —I don't want to disturb you, if you're working," I declined his offer, already feeling like a total intruder. Even though he unknowingly intruded on my favorite spot to sit when it came to avoiding people and having my own personal space to breathe.

"It's fine," he reiterated, not giving up for some reason unknown to me. "I was just finishing up anyways." To prove his point, he opened his journal back up, tucking his pen inside before closing it.

Looking around, I quickly assessed the available tables, only to come up short with a place to sit. The lunch hour was already hopping, meaning the joint was in fact packed and there was nowhere to sit that wouldn't have me up in somebody else's grill — listening in on their conversations. If I had to hear one more lady discuss the latest hot gossip about her neighbor's affair like a true Soap Opera while I was trying to read my book — I was gonna lose it.

"Sure," I gave in, unslinging my tote from my shoulder and shoving my phone and headphones inside.

It wouldn't kill me to sit with him for a little bit.

Right?

"So..." he began, starting some sort of conversation. "Did you end up at that nightclub?"

Well that was one way to get my attention.

"I'm sorry?" I questioned, totally not catching on to what he was going on about. Suddenly feeling extremely nervous, I braced my hands together on the table, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was shaking as I messed around with the rings on my fingers."What nightclub?"

He cupped his hand over his chin, displaying his ring cladded fingers that bounced against the light from the lamp hanging above us. Today he wore a few different silver bands that I found myself staring at. "The one your friend behind the counter said he was turning your bookstore into." He explained shyly.

"Oh!" He remembered that? "No." I shook my head, laughing lightly at the memory. "He didn't — thankfully."

"Good," he said. " It would've been a shame if he'd done it. I'd never get a chance to go back there and scan the collection if a dance floor and bar replaced all the shelves."

Picturing Levi running an entire nightclub that had a Saturday Night Fever Vibe with a John Trovolta-esce dance floor that lit up and changed colors, simultaneously made me want to laugh and cry. Laugh because I knew Marlon would absolutely be beside himself, and cry because I would lose it if Levi fucked up my displays and let people destroy the vintage portion of the collection where our rare books could be found. If I could take in all those babies I would.

Trying my hardest not to make a smart ass comment, I agreed with him."That would be devastating."

Which then left me to immediately overthink it.

Devastating in the sense of the bookstore being destroyed or devastating that he'd never get to see it?

Oh god.

What if he thought I was flirting with him — thinking I'd be saddened not to see him again?

"Maybe I could just shove all the books in a back closet and hide in there while he parties," I tried to save myself. "Problem solved."

"As long as it's against a wall, so you could live up to your name," he replied, reminding me of the 'Wall Girl' title he gave me.

"Very funny," I threw out sarcastically, rolling my eyes as a busboy placed two glasses on the table — filling them up from a pitcher of water. "And I'd have to lock up my toothpick umbrellas in a safe. Wouldn't want you ruining my pretty drinks."

"Oh?" He perked up with that one, intrigue flooding in his curious blue eyes. "So I'm invited to this theoretical nightclub?"

Oh. My. God.

"Um." My cheeks heated at the implication, making it impossible for me to conjure up some sort of response. He had me cornered. "I-I wouldn't be surprised if Levi invited you." Volly saved. His brows confirmed to me that he wasn't sure who I was talking about. "Levi is my co-worker. The dude behind the desk," I confirmed to which he nodded in understanding once it all clicked.

"Hi. Welcome to Sunshine Spot. I'm Sherry, and I'll be your server today." My favorite lady came over to take our order, whisking us out of our conversation. Flicking through her order pad, she didn't realize I was sitting right in front of her. "What can I get —" She immediately trailed off once she caught my eye, surprise washing over her features. "My girl! I should've known you'd be sitting here. My intuition must've served me right and felt your presence."

"Hey Sher," I greeted her back, my nerves subsiding as my gratitude rose the moment she appeared. It must've totally gone over her head that I was right here since I normally always sat alone.

She smiled back at me, before she glanced over at Austin, giving him a hard stare. "Who are you?" She asked him, her whole demeanor changing as she took him in.

"Austin," he introduced himself, a picture perfect smile gracing his face — totally disregarding Sher's judging stare in an attempt to butter her the fuck up. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."

She looked even more taken aback, baffled that he could say such a thing to her — completely forgetting they talked the other day.

Good.

Humble him.

"Sher." I got her attention. "You spoke to him the other day on the phone." She still looked lost, so I elaborated. "You thought I was being kidnapped while I was ordering coffees for Syd's meeting."

"Oh!" She clapped her hands, piecing it together. "That was you?" He nodded. "Good. Now I can keep my eye on you. If you even try anything with my girl here I will not hesitate to —"

"Alrighty then!" I cut her off, reaching for a menu and shoving it across the table for Austin to look at. "Shall we order?"

"Mhm," Austin mumbled as he flipped a page, searching it over.

God, this was fucking awkward.

Don't get me wrong, I loved Sher's spirit to death, but this was not the time for threats especially when there was nothing between me and Austin. We weren't even close enough to be considered friends.

"The usual for you, dear?" Sher asked, making it blatantly obvious of my regular appearances here.

"Yep," I confirmed, popping the p in exaggeration while passing the menu back to her.

Taking it from me, she turned to Austin with absolutely no cheer presence. "And for you?" She was already flexing her hand for the menu like she couldn't be bothered.

"Um. Just a coffee," He said simply. "Black. No milk or sugar, please."

"God." She put the hand with the pen over her heart dramatically. "Is that it?

We both nodded.

"Interesting." She paused for a moment. "Do you kids ever eat or just feed off of coffee like it's a drug?" She inquired, but didn't wait for us to respond. "I'm sending over fries and gravy for you two so I know you're not starving yourselves, and I can sleep peacefully tonight." She decided, jotting that last order down before walking away with no argument.

"I take it that you just ordered a coffee too? Nothing else?" he weighed, clearly reading between the lines.

"Just the drug," I firmly stated. "Certified junkie."

A stupid toothy grin threw up all over his face at my words, his eyes crinkling as they tightened in hysterics. I couldn't help but join him as he laughed his ass off right in front of me. It was the first time I ever saw him completely lose it like that, and it was such a fascinating sight to see. Especially since he always tended to hide it in front me.

Swiping a hand over his face to compose himself, he unknowingly pushed a curl out of the expanse of his hair.

"Makes the two of us," he said once he could get the words out without cracking up again.

I couldn't help but stare at the blonde lock casually lingering against his forehead like Danny Zuko. I supposed it really was a Grease kind of day. "Hm," I teased. "I'm the top junkie. Let's see if you fit the qualifications for certification."

Somehow, I managed to cough up the confidence to look him in the eye as he said, "Wow. Big words for the bookstore girl." He held his hands up in defense. "I see how it is."

Bookstore girl.

"What?" I inquired, absolutely flushed. "Scared you're gonna lose to the reigning champ?"

Thankfully a server came over with our drinks, and his gaze was trained on our coffees right in front of us. "Nope. I'm ready for the challenge." He licked his lips as he anticipated the taste of the coffee on his tongue, preparing himself for our little game.

Oh fuck.

"Of course you ordered black coffee," I spat out, not thinking before I spoke — far too focused on his perfectly sculpted cherry lips.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He leaned over the table, sizing me up.

"I don't know," I sighed, messing around with the straw stabbed into the lid on my drink. . "Reminds me of my basic ex-bosses at the publisher company. Boring bitter drinks, boring bitter men," I recalled, the memories of fucking up drink orders at my internship permanently etched into my head.

"So you think I'm boring and bitter?" He scoffed, clearly offended.

Shit.

Fuck.

"No!" I almost yelled, my heart racing out of my chest as I tried to think of a good way to maneuver out of the grave I just dug myself in. "I mean — not that you are boring or bitter. Well, I — I get milk and creamer in my drink, but that doesn't make me cool or peachy. Just the opposite. Trust me, I'm known to be very boring and bland. It's my middle —"

"Rianne!" He called, a smile etching onto his face as he cut me off. "I'm only joking with you." It was then that I felt his thumb dig into the side of my hand where my thumb and pointer finger met as if he was trying to bring me back to reality.

Oh.

Hello?

The realization dawned over me that in the middle of my excitement, I must have reached across the table and trapped his hand under my own out of reflex to console him in some fashion.

My fingers immediately tensed at the contact.

"Right," I gulped. A wave of electricity shooting from my fingertips all the way up to my arms jolted me awake, and I pulled back sheepishly.

Wrapping my hands around my drink, I tried to cool my hand down that felt awfully hot. I took a sip, tasting straight up sugar and creamer with the perfect amount of bitterness as a means to distract myself from the obvious.

I watched as he did just the same, using his other hand — that was never locked in my hold — to pick up his drink and take a sip. My eyes traveled to his other hand that was still braced on the table — still and unmoving. I thought I imagined it when his hand flexed for just a moment before he pulled it away.

"Hm," he hummed in satisfaction, averting my attention back to his face. "Pretty good," he complimented the coffee before taking another sip.

"The best," I hyped it up, almost halfway done with my own cup.

"I now understand why you come here so much," he commented in between sips before going back to our previous conversation. "So you used to work for a publishing company?"

"Interned," I clarified. "Not my finest moment, but hey — guess it just wasn't for me."

"Do you like the bookstore?"

He wanted to know if I liked working at the bookstore.

He wanted to know something about me.

"Yeah, I love it," I answered quickly, before I could over-think it any longer. Taking one last big sip, I almost slammed my cup on the table. "Done!"

"No fair," Austin whined, completely stunned. "They filled yours with a shit load of ice."

"Are you accusing me of cheating, Mr. Butt-ler?" I exaggerated the butt part again, absolutely cheesing my head off as I fucked around with him.

Not actually fucked.

Just joking.

Busted his balls a little.

Welp, that didn't sound any better. Anyways —

"Not that again." He blew out a breath, his gaze training upward as he tried to remove the curl off his forehead in frustration.

My hand suddenly tingled at my side, itching to reach out and touch him — to move the curl from his forehead. I momentarily wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked from here.

Jesus.

Focus, Rianne.

Maybe Sher was right. Maybe coffee was a drug. Maybe one of those peeps at Syd's office infected me or doused their addictive stimulants into my beverage.

Shoving my hand under my leg, I settled. "It's not my fault you nurse it like a baby."

"Maybe we should've ordered espresso shots," he suggested, ignoring my comment right as another server placed a plate of fries and gravy on the table for us. "Could be a hit for Levi's party though."

"Don't give me ideas now," I warned him, pointing a gravy covered fry in his direction accusingly to which he just smirked at me before munching on his own stick of potato — if you will.

A strange silence washed over us as we indulged in the plate, my mind suddenly feeling cloudy and heavy with every intrusive thought imaginable. For some reason, I couldn't comprehend the fact that I was here with him, in my favorite booth, sipping coffee and munching on fries — looking like this was a normal usual thing.

Something we did all the time.

Together.

The thought lingered with me for longer than I liked, burrowing itself deep into my insecurities and worries.

Warning me to flee.

Warning me not to get attached.

"Good, you're both eating." Sher was suddenly there, leaning an arm against the top of Austin's side of the booth observing us. "Everything good, my girl?" She asked me, going back to ignoring him once she was satisfied that he was being fed.

"Great," I forced out — my smile feeling robotic as I attempted to stretch it across my face.

Everything was fine, and now it just wasn't.

She sent a strange look my way, suspicion written all over her face as her eyes scanned back and forth between us. Sherry knew me well – well enough to know when something was up with me. Well enough to pick up my social cues in a heartbeat.

Before she could even let out a single word, my hand ventured into my tote bag searching for my wallet. "I probably should go." I told Austin, placing some cash on the table to contribute to my share.

"Wait – Take it back," he urged, pushing the cash back in my direction and then whipped out his credit card, trying to hand it over to Sher.

Not again.

Rolling my eyes, I picked up my cash and shook it in front of Sher. "Who are you gonna side with on this one? The dude you just met or your girl?" I questioned her, narrowing my eyes as a test.

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Neither of you." She surprised us both. "On me. I'm not gonna wait and watch you two argue it out. I've got orders to take and shit to do." She raised her manicured hands up in surrender. "Goodbye."

And then she just disappeared – leaving us sitting there confused.

In a quick attempt to stop him from even thinking about paying for me, I left some cash on the table as a tip for Sher since she didn't leave us a receipt before decking out of there. I ball parked what I thought the price would be and hoped and prayed she just took it. If not, someone else would. Either way it would go to a place I appreciated.

Looking back, I watched him leave his own wad of cash – which was definitely too much money at this point for two coffees and some fries – before trailing behind me – his steps urgent. On the way out, I thought I lost him, but heard the bell above the door ring the moment I stopped at the corner looking both ways to cross.

Damn it.

Long legs stopped right next to me as I went to click the button for the crosswalk. "You're walking?" he asked, surprising me when he dropped the 'I'm paying-no-I'm paying' game.

Guessed it was settled — more than settled.

I sure as shit thought he was gonna say something along the lines of — "Just let me pay, Rianne," or "You'll get me back next time, Rianne" — just to get his way. Or maybe I was just thinking that because a part of my subconscious selfishly wanted to hear him say my name again. Wanted him to see me again. I already knew another part was already shutting that thought down — canning it in the trash bin of my brain.

You're gone.

Deleted.

"Yeah." I replied, squinting up at his tall frame against — what would soon be — a setting sun.

His golden locks shone in the light, complimenting the rays and his eyes looked even lighter — like a light blue sky reflecting off the ocean. Seeing him standing up gave me the opportunity to notice that he had on a pair of jeans and scruffed up brown boots — that looked like they'd seen better days — and now a black leather jacket.

"It's getting late," he muttered. "And the streets are gonna be packed with people and traffic now that rush hour is rolling around." Leaning against the post he finally ripped off the bandage. "Let me drive you home."

"Oh, so you do drive?" I teased, being a complete and total smartass.

"I was away for a while," he explained, pulling out a key from his pocket to drive his point further. Ha— drive? Car? Alright. Tough Crowd. Awful joke. "And I left it here, so it had to go into the shop for a check up when I came back. That's why I couldn't drive myself."

"Is it good? You sure it isn't gonna break down on us during the journey back home?" I asked suspiciously.

"I was in your friend La— Le— sorry, what is his name again?" His hand shot up to his head, his fingers massaging into his temples as if it was physically paining him to figure out what he was trying to say.

I knew not telling him would give me the upper hand, but watching him struggle started to pain me as well. "Levi."

"Levi. Right." He brushed his hand across his face just as he did in the diner. I wondered if it was a habit induced by stress. "I sat in his — no offense — pretty old car, and I let you drive me." He pointed out.

"True." I mean I couldn't deny the evident point he made. Levi's car was way passed the drinking age and probably even surpassed me by a few years — probably flirty and thirty. "No offense taken but, you didn't have much of a choice now, did you? And I wouldn't be driving this time, would I?"

"Well." He kicked off the pole, standing up straight. "No, but —"

I advanced towards him, so close I ruined the little line I mentally drew between us, my finger poking his chest.

"Exactly!" I stressed.

I won.

Two out of three.

Take that—Toothpick Umbrella Thief!

"Scared of losing control?" He quipped, biting on that ridiculous lip for the a millionth time today — seeming completely unphased by my close proximity and more amused by my evident aggravation.

"How do I know you're a safe driver?" I avoided his question, whispering like it was some sort of confidential secret. As if we weren't standing on a busy street in Los Angeles, but in a library with a librarian shushing us across the way.

"You'll just have to find out for yourself," he breathed, his face towering over mine — so close I could feel his breath fanning across my skin.

Too close.

I shouldn't have done that.

I pulled away.

"Thanks, but I walk all the time," I attempted to deny another one of his offers, staring up at the stupid light stuck on green — waiting for the damn thing to turn. "I'll be fine." I assured him, sending him a tight lipped smile as I pressed the button again, but with a bit more umpt this time.

He sent a funny look my way, before lifting up his sleeve and sniffing his arm. "Do I smell or something to you?" He asked in all seriousness, his nose scrunching up as he tried to figure it out. "Is that why you want to get away from me so bad? Cause if so, you can just tell me straight up." He joked.

If he meant smell good — yes, in fact he smelled so good, I found it really hard to concentrate. Which meant I needed to get as far away from him as possible.

But, I knew what he meant.

And he sure as shit did not smell bad at all.

"No." I let out a short laugh. "I already intruded on your booth, your work, and your late lunch. You should be sick of me at this point."

"I'm not sick of you," he said just as fast, proving to me that he was truly trying to say whatever would please me to get me right where he wanted me. "In fact. If I remember correctly, you have a shirt of mine that I have to get back from you. So it's a win-win — I drive you home, you give me the shirt." He stuck out his hand, initiating to shake on it. "Deal?

Fucking stubborn.

Taking a long hard breath, I let the steam shoot right out of my ears as I reached out and shook his hand. My body immediately caved once his warm hand engulfed my small one— our rings clanking together. My mind screamed at me to pull away, but —

"Deal."

Electric.

If it meant giving him his shirt back so I could finally live at peace in my own home — so be it.

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it's the way i was cheesing like a total idiot while writing this chapter —smiling at typed words on a screen. anyways, hope you enjoyed <3 —xanadu

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thexsanctuaryx · 8 days ago

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so apparently I'd read this chapter too -- goodNESS I have been slacking

HOWEVER -- absolutely worth the reread

AHEM!

so let it be known, I needed a lil brain break so I was literally sitting in bed reading this in the dark on my phone, but I had to get back up to go back to my computer because I had SO much to say that I literally needed to be able to click the read more so I could remember everything I needed to say

-weeps-

this chapterrrrr

soft miguel is my WHOLE life, from the note to the way he was when he greeted her in her office

soft big bubba 🥺👉👈

and honestly I DO NOT blame her for suffering through the weekend, if I had to wait that long I'd be a goddamn mess

the way she could immediately tell something was different in the scene in her office based on his energy -sobs some more-

and the way he tells her that he only feels okay when he's safe with her, and insists that he really genuinely missed her uuuuugggghhhh

I need to NOT go over every detail of this chapter but it was SOOO good

the part where she finally confronts him about how sick he's getting and that she's his equal in their research and really puts her foot down, the whole, "I am speaking." goddamn you TELL him babygirl. MAKE HIM listen.

and she DID. and he really took her seriously.

the amount of Leveling that happened in this chapter.

all of the solid communication.

ugh! ugh! ugh!

finally, admitting to each other that they love each other

-weeps-

there was just so much softness which is absolutely candy with how heated this series is

and honestly -- aside from the plot and what not

can I just say? you broke up each scene SO perfectly, like where you chose to end each scene and then move on to the next, so SO well done, I love that you knew exactly where to leave off before moving on because that's something that I struggle with a lot

your writing in general is just always so impressive which I believe I said in the last chapter but your pacing, and the writing itself, and your plotting

absolutely wonderful!!!

I think I miiight've read the next chapter as well but it was so long ago that now it's like reading it for the first time

I do apologize again for taking SO long to share and leave commentary, I really hope this fic gets more attention once the next movie comes out because it absolutely deserves it

Decadent chapter 11

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Summary: Real communication can feel better than anything

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: cursing, talking about blood consumption and stuff, not beta'd

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Your heart fluttered as he possessively pulled you on top of his chest. Your cheek rested against the solid warmth of him as his muscled arms wrapped you up like a treasure.

"My girl," he sleepily mumbled, lazily running his hands over the curves of your body. "Love you."

Miguel fell asleep.

You stayed awake the rest of the night....

Dawn was breaking before your heavy eyelids began to drift closed.

Miguel had slept soundly the entire night, touching you in some form or fashion. You spent the first hour on his chest, soothed and thrilled by the steady thump pulsing underneath his massive chest.

Your arm lost all circulation, so you rolled off him, hoping not to disturb him. He was out cold, poor thing.

You were reeling. He...loved you? Would he even remember saying that in the morning?

And worse, Miguel was not doing so well. You were truly becoming desperately worried for his physical health. You couldn't fathom the strength of will and character it took for him not to bite your throat last night during your passionate interlude.

You curled up against his side, tracing your fingertips over the length of his arm, grateful to be some sort of solace for him. But there was no peace for you this night.

The next morning, he was gone. So typical.

He did, however, leave you a note. Which was lovely, actually, since he was a 'wait and see you at work' or 'maybe send a text' type of guy.

Thank you for letting me stay. I'm not feeling too well. Going home to sleep. See you at work Monday. Don't worry, I'm just tired. You were so beautiful last night. Can't wait to see you again.

Well. That was something.

So he couldn't wait to see you, but he wanted to wait til Monday at work? Today was Saturday. What in the world was he always doing on the weekends? Maybe Spider-Man-ing. You weren't entirely sure, honestly.

Maybe you could find the courage to call or text him - just to check on him. You should try to wait until tonight at least. But waiting until Monday to see him felt like absolute torture.

Whatever. No games. You made it until late afternoon in case he was sound asleep and then you texted.

'Got your note. It was sweet. I hope you feel better. Please call or come over if you need to. I'm here.'

He texted right back.

'I know you're there. My guardian angel. I was just thinking of you. I'm making empanadas.'

You huffed and fired back.

'Without me? Thannnnks, Mig.'

'Sorry, I should have said - I was making empanadas, but then I felt sick, so I stopped. But when I'm feeling better, you'll have to come over again.'

You didn't know what to say to that. He was sick? Like, really sick? Or lack-of-blood sick? Ughhh.

'I'm so worried about you. Are you sure you don't want me to come over anyway?'

He took a few minutes to answer this time, which was not reassuring.

'I don't want to hurt you.'

You swallowed hard as your eyes moistened with the beginning of tears.

'You didn't hurt me last night.'

He didn't answer for a while. Which did hurt.

But later that night, he did reply to you again.

'I feel asleep earlier. Sorry. I want to talk to you in person, but I'll be out of town tomorrow. But I promise we'll talk on Monday, okay?'

You texted back that it was fine. It felt awful. You wanted to see him. He said he loved you! Wasn't he going to mention that? Didn't he want to see you again?

You decided to stick to your don't-obsess-over-Miguel plan. You called your aunt, cooked some meals for the week, and had an impromptu hang with your neighbor/friend Gwen. You had a glass of wine and a bath Sunday evening and on Monday morning, you dressed to kill.

Miguel was waiting for you in your office, which sent a thrill of anticipation fizzing through your body.

Then you remembered what happened the last time you had sex. He promoted you, kicked you out of his office and "dumped" you.

"Hey," he breathed, pushing off your desk, where he had been leaning, scrolling through his phone. "Look at you." His scarlet eyes flashed appreciatively, tracing over the length of your body. He looked absolutely delicious as always. Today he was dressed in all black, but he did appear to be a little tired, despite how well he usually wore dark colors.

Stepping closer, he reached out for you, pulling you into his arms and brushing his thumb across your cheek before lowering his mouth to yours.

You gasped out in surprise, your knees going weak for a moment, which made him smile against your lips as he tasted them one at a time.

Your brain was slow to catch up - he had really managed to surprise you. But finally, you dropped your bag to the floor beside you and slid your hands over the breadth of his chest to link behind his neck.

He kissed you sweetly...adoringly. Without agenda. It was a kiss of relief, as if you were being cherished, rather than seduced. You melted into him, happy to allow him to wrap you up and pull you off your feet.

His warm breath mingled with yours and you felt him smile again.

"Good morning," he whispered. "I missed you."

It struck you then, that this wasn't a co-worker greeting (obviously) or a friends-with-benefits greeting. This was different. Miguel had never done this - not without it leading to clothes flying.

You rubbed your nose against his affectionately, feeling very much like a girlfriend suspended in his arms, tiptoes barely touching the ground.

"I missed you too," you admitted between soft kisses.

He finally set you down but didn't release you from his possessive hold. "Sorry I was gone yesterday. I wanted to see you. I hope it's okay that I just barged in here."

You chuckled as he finally let go of you. "It's your company. I don't think you need my permission to come into my office. I'm just glad it was for a good reason."

You eyed him warily. "You are in here for a good reason, right? I'm not being promoted to another wing of the building and banned from the lab?"

His dark eyebrows shifted almost comedically. "Banned? What are you talking about? Why would I do that?"

You should probably tread carefully, but...when had you ever?

Reaching for you bag, you grabbed it and moved around your desk to start getting organized for your day (and to give you a little space to say these things to him).

"That's what happened last time," you explained. But he still looked confused. "You know - the last time we slept together. You sort of dumped me, promoted me, gave me my own office, all while kind of insulting my work ethic and dedication? It was pretty confusing."

He slowly nodded, sliding his hands into his dress pants pockets. "Yeah. I can see that. Not my finest moment. The promotion was real though."

"Thanks?" You somewhat sarcastically replied. "Anyway," you went on, waving your hand dismissively, "When I saw you in here this morning, after what happened between us at the gala Friday night, I was sort of afraid of...another promotion."

His eyes narrowed in confusion as he took your words literally for a moment. Then you saw his expression shift as he began to understand. "You thought...no. No, I just wanted to see you, I promise."

He made his way around your desk and took hold of your arms. "I was waiting for you because, after what happened between us Friday, I was hoping..." He trailed off, scarlet eyes shifting uncertainly

"What, Miguel? What are you hoping?" You gently prodded, starting to truly believe that maybe the two of you could have a chance together. You traced your fingertips over his jawline.

Wetting his lips, he took your hand in his, tenderly caressing your fingers. "I don't deserve you. But...after the gala, I thought maybe..." He shook his head, trying to figure out how to say what he felt.

"I missed you so much and...the only time I don't feel like I'm going insane with hunger is when I'm safe with you."

You gasped out, your eyes shining with wonder.

"I know it doesn't make sense because...well, because I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you," he tried to explain. "And...I could, if I'm not careful. I really could. But it's like you're my darkest temptation. And also my greatest peace. I'm not sure what to do about that. But I can't lose you. That's the one thing I know."

You squeezed his hands right back, feeling at least somewhat reassured. "You're not going to lose me. Just don't push me away, okay?"

Miguel wasn't kidding about not feeling well. Once the two of you spent about an hour in the lab, you noticed him missing details - obvious things. He misspoke a few times, misplaced a few items and finally, just before lunch, looked like his gigantic body was about to hit the ground.

Okay, enough.

Once the other staff and personnel cleared out for a lunch break, you asked Miguel to speak privately in his office.

He sat down on the edge of his desk with his head in his hands. You stood in front of him, reaching to rub his temples with your fingertips.

"Talk to me," you softly implored. "You're scaring me."

He nodded, exhaling shakily. "Just hungry, I think. This is the worst it's ever been."

"Miguel, look at me," you directed, gently tipping his chin up so you could peer into his eyes. "This can't go on. You need some blood. You can't even function. Not in any working capacity anyway."

He shook his head adamantly. "No...I'm not going to do that to you. I told you."

"Baby, I'm not talking about biting me or hurting me - hey, look at me.” He tried to shrug you off but you pushed him back down to his spot on the desk’s edge. Even in his weakened state, he could probably overpower you, but you had to try.

"Listen...I'm standing here, in my lab coat. We're in a professional environment," you explained. "I'm not trying to tempt you here. This has nothing to do with me. Miguel, look at me, please."

He reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet yours. He looked so exhausted and broken and your heart burned with love and concern for him.

"You're a brilliant man. A scientist. A geneticist. This is science," you insisted. "You need blood to survive. You're going to get sick and maybe even die without it - "

"Not if we figure out how - "

"No! I am speaking," you fired back, silencing him with your tone and your determined glare. "I am your research partner right now - a position you promoted me to because you trust my opinions and agree with my conclusions.

"Right now, I'm not someone you come to when you need a fix or a fuck or just some comfort. I have been all of those things at one point, but I am your equal, so you have got to listen to me."

You had his attention now. Good.

"You need blood. It's not negotiable. We can do it today, right now, in the lab, clinically. It doesn't have to happen with sex, or...out on the street. No one has to die. We can draw blood and you can drink it out of a test tube or a bag or a beaker - I don't really care," You reasoned. "You don't have to bite anyone or hurt anyone. It doesn't even have to be my blood! But you have got to feed."

His head dropped in defeat.

"Miguel, tell me you understand," you insisted, reaching for his hands. “I know the blood bags don’t work as well for you, but maybe, if it’s fresh blood…”

When he peered back up at you from his stool, his crimson eyes were wet with tears. "I've gone so long without blood. I've tried so hard... Everything just hurts so fucking much, all the time. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I can’t concentrate. I can't think, or eat. All I do is sleep.”

"I know, baby," you nodded, pulling him into your arms. You were almost the same height with you standing in front of him like this. "It doesn't make you weak. It's not like an addiction. This is your sustenance."

"I don't want to," he weakly protested, his forehead resting against your chest. "You can't understand how much I don't want to."

"I know, but this is reality. You could die - do you understand that?"

Easing back, you grasped his shoulders, gazing at him intently. His expression was so broken, but enough was enough.

"You told me you feel safe with me...that you can't lose me, right? You just told me that in my office," you reminded him.

He reluctantly nodded, eyes full of despair.

"Do you honestly think I can lose you either? Do you have any idea what that would do to me?" You brushed your fingers through the hair that always fell carelessly across his eyes. Your own gaze flickered down to the pout of his perfect mouth and you leaned in, sealing your lips to his. You poured your soul into the passion of your kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You stepped between his spread thighs, pressing your body against the solid wall of him. He kissed you back, deeply. His massive arms wrapped you up has thick fingers gripped your hips, pulling you closer still. The thickness of his thighs caged you in - there was nothing between you not touching or desperately trying to get closer to the other.

You licked into his mouth and he moaned. He felt weak but never too much to refuse your touch. Just as his hands began to wander down to trace the swell of your bottom, you eased back.

Your breath mingled with his as he waited, unable to anticipate what you wanted, or what you would do next.

You wanted everything from him - all of him, but he needed to know this wasn't about sex or tempting him to feed. With one more soft kiss to his mouth, you reached for his face, staring deeply into his shining eyes.

“Miguel, I love you,” you tenderly whispered. You would have thought your feelings were a neon sign, but you had to make sure he understood. He could reject you, but you were really hoping he wouldn’t. Not after he murmured his love to you in your bed - not after Friday night up against that wall. And not after him telling you this morning that he couldn’t lose you.

“I love you and I can’t lose you either,” you went on, passionately. “Please…please don’t leave me. I-I can’t bear to see you hurt like this. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you - "

“You love me?” He whispered, his eyes wide as his lungs tripped over the next few breaths he attempted to take.

“Yes,” you tearfully laughed out. “Yes, isn’t it obvious? I love you so much.”

Miguel’s eyes glistened as he touched his forehead to yours. “I wasn’t sure. I could only hope that this was more than just…” Pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth, he stopped his own rambling. “I love you too.”

Coming up: Will Miguel feed? If so, how?

And later: some universal clues start to fall into place as this story hurtles toward its end.

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The Charlotte conservation Park to the South open punta Gorda has circles 800 ft wide each they're all compromised and they're all filling with salt water right now. And the tide is going out slowly but the salt water is coming in and the reason is the fresh water is receding. It's going to receive another 3 ft and that would be below sea level it's happening all over in the canals the freshwater went down the saltwater is about 2 ft below the freshwater but the fresh water is going down to three foot down so one foot's coming in and the salt will wash away the poop it's needed and the fresh water is going to continue to drop and the reason is that they took out the ships out of the tunnel and around here it's raining out the landmass and settlement will occur and they're going to be having to fix houses or abandon them it's coming up right now. Our calculations are that those three will be out and destroyed probably by noon on Tuesday in other words around 11:00 a.m. it will start making noises you can hear probably a few hundred feet away and around noon it will start sliding downwards and it's only about 50 ft but it might make some kind of a noise it probably won't but it's going to be all water yeah right now this kind of swampy and there's some solid parts but it's really gross full of mosquitoes and it's going to clear it all out the others are not compromised and it's just going to sit there

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There's a lot of beer requests for particular brews so we have a lot of meetings they're not impromptu meetings and we have to get a sample batch a lot of them are for this weekend is not true you set up a lot of them for this coming week and it's to taste the Brew to see if we know what we're doing then we give them samples and a lot of samples there's a lot of people who like particular beer Coors is still producing they make a lot of beer but they said the beer doesn't taste right it's kind of salty and saucy and it's not right so they want us to make a sample and we are making those out there in line there's only three but there's other companies everybody is approaching except the the big ones they can't compete they can't get the water clean and we can Hulk Hogan is doing it and he is spending a bundle he says you clean the water and by the time you're done doing it you're out of money so he is contemplating different ideas and there's a few that he knows about we have a few ideas too but we're using our system it works great. Other things are succeeding and he's trying to do stuff and have some fun that's why he's asking about these things but they also help one of them is.

:: Chrysler Robert shaker is losing his grip on it and it's because the max don't want him to have it they want us to have it like Robert Shaker had it and her son is saying it's like the monkey's paw and he takes the monkey's paw from from the box I just hitting here too many scratches in the inside of his nose with the finger he says I have to find the poor monkey and he says that's great. No our started saying rude things to him when he gets upset. They are ripping it away from him and they are not making it easy but they are kind of implying that they want us to do something and there's really not much stock meaning in inventory that's probably a few million but it's enough to do a study is still kind of out there but really they're going to run out at any day now a few million doesn't last a few minutes and they have a lot of cars to sell so I'm trying to figure out what to do and there are not any Max on the board it's just John remillard so wondering how the hell that's supposed to work and he's not interested in the supercar or anything and he says if we build the Chrysler we're in trouble cuz we're involved and that's what they want us to do but you want to suck your own dick and be an a****** little baby what am I going to do with that s*** head and he says I don't know do anything you want with it well we'll come in and flush you out of there so that's what we're going to do cuz we've had this before it's conversation and he just said this idiots so going to flush them out and we'll have to take it but logistically it's in the it's not in the Tennessee van it's in the Kansas band and it's still a pain there's a smaller one in the Kansas band says that's the way to start anyways and you can't really move it and it's near City Topeka is the capital is it and that is the capital so there's a lot of trumpsters there and John remillard doesn't want to open it but we could open it and they have orders for vehicles and we said we can smuggle the Chrysler into the s***** cities he's not laughing he kind of is it sort of gets it and really his people would be there and we can manage it you know as bad as others now they're pretty bad but they still get it done his grandkids do a good job so he's wondering what we're talking about us any you guys are not going to attack us anytime soon or go into the Midwest anytime soon it's going to be half a year from now and he looks at this is probably ain't going to fight over all this stuff and down below and even if you go out there and you're going to do that it's just a few cars we need them all over the world for people to drive and a lot of people drive Chrysler and our son says look at it this way the name is dahmer and he said that's just disgusting but it's true and he's saying is rude and all this he's thinking about it and the 25 is a little bit better not a ton but it is meaningful you probably change it halfway through the year or earlier something a lot quicker it takes forever even with a drop on stuff everybody start doing when they saw Corvette

We're going to take a look at the lineup

Thor Freya

We have a couple things we want to do universal studios is not that small they do a lot of movies but movies are just small money and they don't merge and they don't merchandise right they suck and people are not into it anymore and Comic-Con Blue and we can't have it this area blows real bad this is probably going to happen but everywhere else so he wants to do the Simpson crusties burger joint and have the beer and sell the beer and sell it fairly well and have different size beers even a couple types and it's not that bad to do and sell it in a big cooler in the restaurant you have a big huge walk-in cooler where you walk in and you purchase it at the checkout and you can do check out or you can leave it at the table and this is a way to do it by the way is to both and you can sell memorabilia and it's outstanding they said it's a great idea and universal might work a deal which would be better and we'd like to do it and we can provide the beer and we can make it something we should is inexpensive it's a working man's place and it's for their kind of stuff some kind of smiling about it and really you got to save a slaves you don't have to do anything

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mercy-burning · 3 years ago

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Your Favorite — Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Y/N and Spencer decide to keep seeing each other in secret. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, cockwarming, heavy petting, penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (both receiving), degradation, exhibitionism, fingering, cum play maybe? Word Count: 7.5k

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NOTE: This is... *nervous laugh* this is pure filth. Like... It’s nothing but sex scenes, y’all. Buckle in. (Also the end is a lil angsty so watch out hehehe)

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JULY 8th

"You're sure you guys are okay without me for a little while?"

I love my mom. Really, I do.

But if she delays her bath for any longer than one more second, I'm going to burst into flames.

Thankfully it seems that Spencer is patient enough for the both of us. "Positive. You deserve to relax a little. Go. Take your bath, we'll be fine."

Mom looks to me for extra reassurance, and I give it to her with a nod.

"Okay. I'll try not to be too long."

She turns and kisses Spencer, long and lovesick, and I want to barf. What's even worse is that when she pulls away and pats my head before retreating up the stairs, he's smiling. And he's supposed to, I know that. Part of him obviously cares about my mom, and even if he's only fucking me on the side, the fact remains that he goes to sleep next to her. That's the way it has to be.

But it still makes me incredibly envious.

It's a problem.

Mom is upstairs now, but our rule is that unless we know for certain that she's not coming into sight or earshot anytime soon, we remain distant.

Still, I make my distaste for their affections known. "You guys are gross..."

Spencer laughs, his hand sneaking over the couch cushion and grazing the end of my skirt. "Jealous, are we?"

Of course, I have to make it difficult for him. "You're a genius, you tell me..."

"Hey now... You're lucky I'm giving you any attention at all... Besides, you know the rules."

I glance over at him, practically crumbling apart at the seams under his intense gaze. It's one I've gotten used to as of late, one that rivals every smile I've ever seen him give my mother.

"Doesn't make it any easier," I mumble, glancing down at where his fingers are still toying with my skirt.

"I know..." He reaches out and touches my hand, and my skin tingles. "Come here."

Even though I can hear that the bath water has only just started running from below, I comply all the same. I scramble off the couch and return on his lap, straddling him and nesting my fingers through his hair while I lean in to kiss him.

He welcomes me with open arms and an open mouth. The moment our tongues brush, I sigh and melt into him, needing desperately to be as close as possible. Our kisses then are languid and wet, and soft. We don't want to get carried away in case we need to be alert and jump apart, so it's best to keep our bodies controlled.

But as I'm learning, around Spencer, controlling myself is painstakingly difficult.

A whine escapes me when his right hand slips under my skirt and rests along the inside of my thigh, and I shift, silently begging him to give me more.

"So impatient..." he mumbles over my mouth.

I pull away and slide my hands down over his neck and shoulders, my hips rolling forward as I pout. "I haven't had you all week. I'm lonely..."

It's true.

Once all my STD tests came back clean and I got my birth control figured out and solid, the first thing he did was tell my mom he wasn't feeling well and texted me the address to his apartment. And after I told her I was meeting up with a friend, I drove over there and got my brains completely fucked out. We spent all day under the sheets, on the couch, over the kitchen counter, and then on the floor, until I had to go home and pretend like it never happened.

Since then we'd only slept together once, and that was just over a week ago, quickly while Mom ran to the store for an onion of all things. And then Spencer had been busy with consulting on new cases that his old job wanted a little help with, and once he had free time, Mom insisted they go on a date weekend.

I pout harder, stomach churning at the memory of the look he gave me before they left—a silent, sweet goodbye that had left me empty and wanting.

But he's just amused.

A smirk ghosts over his lips, red and a little puffy from the pressure of my own against them. "So I definitely can't trust you to be quiet enough to fuck you properly..."

That warrants another whine and another roll of my hips, and I can feel his hand gripping my thigh a little tighter.

"Please... Spencer, I need you..."

His name rolling off my tongue must be what makes him give into me, because I barely have time to react before he's kissing me again, using both of his hands to lift the back of my skirt up and knead my ass.

"Wait... Are you wearing..."

I grin over his lips, wiggling my ass into his touch and utterly turned on by the fact that he knows what underwear I'm wearing just by touch.

"Mhmm," I answer, nipping his bottom lip. "Your favorite..."

The sound that rumbles in his chest as he crashes his body against mine has to be the sexiest thing I've ever heard. He's obviously trying not to be loud, but it's hard, and that makes the sound strained. He really wants this, wants to keep me, and to do that he has to refrain from going absolutely primal right now. He has to do anything to keep this quiet.

So he pushes me off of him, and I pout, thinking he's given up until we can get a true moment alone.

But I know that isn't the case when he spins his finger and then starts undoing his pants.

"Turn around, sweetheart," he huffs, slipping his pants and underwear down just enough that his erection emerges free. "You're gonna sit here, keep quiet, and keep my cock nice and warm, understood?"

Don't have to tell me twice... I'll fucking take what I can get.

So I spin, back up, and move all my clothing to the side, my skirt lifting as I nestle into Spencer's lap and hold my panties to the side. He laughs at my eagerness, though he isn't laughing much longer once I sink down onto him and get in real close. His hands come out to grab my chest and pull me flush against his own.

The way he stretches and fills me has my eyes rolling back, a long, happy sigh falling from my lips. I wish I could say I'm being dramatic about it, but I'm really not.

I'm genuinely relieved and satisfied with the burn.

"There's my girl," Spencer muses through a sigh of his own, his breath fanning gently over my neck right before he gives it an open-mouthed kiss.

His hands slip under the baggy sweater I'm wearing and run along the planes of my stomach, then up and up, taking the fabric with him until it rests above my bare chest. Being exposed like this, right in the middle of the living room while my mom is just upstairs, excites me more than I think it should.

While Spencer kisses and licks at my neck, his hands now gently kneading my breasts, I squirm.

He doesn't like that very much.

"Ah-ah," he warns, squeezing me tight and pulling me into him more. "Relax..."

He hooks his legs around mine then, spreading them apart and somehow filling me deeper. I whine, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and trying not to roll my hips.

Instead, I settle for clenching myself around him, and that seems to be the right move.

"Atta girl... Lay back and relax... Just feel me filling you up nice and slow..."

"Mmmm," I respond in kind as his hands loosen and glide down my body.

He's light with his touch, though the kisses on my neck feel hungry, and his cock feels heavy and thick inside me. It's a beautiful contrast, really, making me feel so full and yet so light, like I'm a raincloud.

Soon his fingers dip under my skirt and cover my hand, which is working at keeping my panties off to the side. He traces the curves of my fingers with his own, mumbling praises and scattering kisses along the side of my neck. And I'm distracted enough that I almost don't feel his other hand make gentle contact with my clit until I gasp from the sharp sensation.

I can feel his smile against my skin as he starts rubbing in slow, precise circles.

"That feel good, princess?"

"Uh huh," I breathe out, trying to keep still. My other hand digs into my knee in hopes that I can stay grounded and focused on keeping still. But despite that, I'm feeling rather calm. Satisfied...

Right where he wants me.

"Mmm..." He hums happily into my skin, continuing to kiss my neck while working my clit.

And I have no idea how long we lay there. It feels like it could be hours.

The TV is on, but we're not paying any attention to it. In the back of my mind I know that Mom could be done with her bath at any minute, but it's been too long without Spencer inside me... And even though he's not actually fucking me, just having him this close and feeling him touch me, fill me, breathe me in...

God, I never want it to stop.

I'm almost on the verge of coming, but he removes his hand from me and slides them up my stomach again.

I whine at the loss of orgasm, but he pays it no mind. "Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna start moving..."

I start to get excited, wiggling in his lap a little.

With a dark laugh, he brings his hands to my breasts, kneading them gently and nipping my earlobe. Getting my attention...

"But you're not gonna stop until I fill that slutty little cunt with my cum, got it? I don't care if you come more than once. I don't care if you come at all... I don't care if your mom comes down here and sees..."

I swear I almost come on the spot from his words alone.

And then his voice is somehow even darker, seeping through my skin and settling into the very deepest parts of me.

"You will not stop until you make me come, am I clear?"

I wouldn't deny him if I could. I'm so damn whipped by this man, so eager to please and be near him that he could ask me to do any fucking thing on the planet and I would.

My rational brain might have second-guessed that feeling if it hadn't been horny as fuck...

And so I get to it, maneuvering my hips and working Spencer's cock like my life depends on it. And honestly, it kind of does, because if my mother comes down and catches us I'm dead.

Despite the urgency, though, I relish every second of it. I try to remember every sensation vividly because I don't know when I'll get to feel it again. So every time I sit back down on his dick, I clench it on the way up, because I know that drives him wild and it also means I get to feel him grab me tighter.

I can't see him, not even really when I turn my head, but I can picture how he's probably biting his lip, trying not to be loud. His eyes are probably shooting daggers at the ceiling, praying to the heavens above that my mom won't come down.

But it looks like the heavens above have decided to damn us to hell.

That unmistakable sound of the drain in the tub rumbles through the ceiling and down the inside of the walls as the water travels through the pipes, and my heartbeat races faster than it ever has.

Spencer tugs my hair then, pulling my head to meet his shoulder once more. "You better hurry, little girl..."

That's when I finally come. My cunt throbs and shakes around him as I bounce as quietly as I can. His grip in my hair is tighter, urging me to keep going, and the sharp sensation seems to extend my orgasm a little.

I whimper and whine as I feel it, and that seems to be what does him in.

"Fuck, Y/N, that's it... That's my girl..."

Four more bounces from me is all it takes, and then he's holding my hips in place. He grunts as quietly as possible into my shoulder and fucks into me slowly, filling me to the brim with his cum and breathing harshly into my skin.

I can hear Mom walking around upstairs, most likely getting dressed, which means she'll be down any minute...

"Time to get up, princess," Spencer whispers a moment later, letting go of my hips.

I turn my head into his neck, whining. "I don'wanna..."

"I know, I know... But you have to."

I know he's right. But I can't just get up and lose him so quickly. I want to hold on for as long as possible.

So I tilt my head up and bring his lips to mine. Thankfully he doesn't reject me, instead returning my affections and sighing into my mouth. He's still sheathed inside me, and I can feel his cum very slowly starting to drip down.

I have to get up now...

My mouth reluctantly parts from his and pouts. I expect him to return it with a sad smile, but his lips are rather mischievous.

He smirks, lifting me off of him and quickly pulling my panties back in place. His cum instantly soaks into the thin, lavender fabric, and it only reminds me of his absence.

But then Spencer spins me around on the heels of my feet and presses his hand firmly to my clothed, sopping wet cunt under my skirt, rubbing it in and making me whimper out at the overstimulation.

"I missed you," he whispers sincerely. Sweetly...

I can't help but smile as I lean down to kiss him one more time.

"I missed you, too."

JULY 23rd

I've been looking forward to this weekend since Mom brought it up after her bath—A call from work. A weekend business trip across the country.

She would be gone for almost a whole week.

Spencer's already started on his coursework for the next school year so he'll be busy most days, but at night? That's when he's all mine.

The only hard part about this, really, is containing my excitement. Just yesterday Spencer got me alone and warned me that I better keep my cool and be patient. Though, the way he said it was hardly a bad thing considering it gave me an excuse to feel his hands on me, even in the laundry room where, more or less, this had all started.

Even now I can still feel their warmth and their heft as they grope and paw at my breasts while he attacks my neck with sloppy kisses.

But right now he's not here, and as much as I can't wait to spend the week with him, my mom is also going to be gone for that long.

Just because I'm fucking her boyfriend on a regular basis doesn't mean I don't still love her.

Though, the thought of it all makes me a little uneasy—I don't know what the future holds. I know Spencer obviously cares about my mom, but if it really gets to a point where they've been together long enough, would he ever marry her?

And then what?

It's one thing for him to be my mom's boyfriend, who doesn't live here and only stays when he can... But it's a whole other one to be my stepfather. And what if my mom wants to have another kid?

No.

I'm not even going to think about it... If it ever gets to that point, then we'll deal with it, but right now I've only known Spencer for nearly 2 months, and it's way too soon to be thinking about any of that right now.

"You gonna be alright without me for a week?"

I curl into Mom's side, laughing and thankful for her distraction. "I spend almost a whole year away at college without you, I think I can survive five days."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I wish you could just stay here with me forever."

"Ha, no you don't. I'm a menace."

"Only when you eat all my food and then complain that you're starving..."

My eyes roll affectionately. "Mom. That was one time, and I was fifteen and dramatic."

She kisses the top of my head and then rests her chin on it. "Then my point stands... You were only a menace when you were fifteen. Now you're an angel."

I can tell she's sincere, and when I tell her Thank you, it feels incredibly deceitful—Especially when she starts humming my favorite song and brushing through my hair with her fingers, just like she used to do to get me to sleep as a kid. The foggy feeling it sends through my bloodstream reminds me that I'm definitely not the same person I was back then.

Although, it is true that some things never change, and within minutes I'm soundly asleep in my mother's arms.

———

When Spencer and I are sending her off at the airport the next morning, my heart thrums wildly in my chest.

"You have Spencer's number in case of an emergency?" she asks me in a haste.

"Yes, Mom. For the thousandth time, I have his number, and I have Grandma's number, and I have just about every other number you've ever given me for emergency contacts."

She gives me The Look.

"Yes, I have it. And I'll be okay. I love you."

"Oh, I love you, too," she says, pulling me in for one last breath-reducing hug, though, that's not truly what knocks the breath from my lungs.

She goes to Spencer next, reaching up to give him a goodbye kiss. I'm expecting it. I'm okay with it.

But this is unlike any other kiss I've seen them share, and it admittedly makes me jealous.

Spencer almost has her off the ground, pressing her close to him and kissing her deeply. Her hands weave through his hair as he tilts his head, and this time I can see his tongue slip into her mouth.

"O—kaaay, my eyes are burning... Thank you for that..."

I know I can get away with that because it's a completely normal reaction to seeing your mother make out with anyone, so I don't feel bad about it one bit. And I especially don't feel bad about the warning look he gives me over my mom's shoulder when she comes to give me another hug.

But then she's gone, and minutes later we're leaving the airport parking lot, and I can't seem to shake my jealousy. Even when his hand rests politely on my knee.

The whole way home I only barely acknowledge his presence, giving him half-hearted smiles and remaining mostly still when he glides his hand higher up my leg. By the time his fingers slip under the hem of my skirt, I think he knows something is up, because it stops there.

He waits until we get in the house to bring it up.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

I plop myself down on the couch with an overexaggerated sigh. "Kinda..."

I know Spencer used to be a profiler, and really, it's not that hard to figure out what's wrong with me. But it's still a little scary how easily he just knows.

"You know I had to," he says, walking over and standing in front of me. "Keeping up appearances and whatnot."

He's right. And it's a consequence of what we've decided to do, so really I'm in no place to complain.

Still, I reach out and pull him in by the belt loops, leaning my face in rather close to his crotch. "You know... Actually, I think you just like making me jealous..."

The smile that dances over his lips is amused and downright sinful. "Oh?"

"Mhmm," I drawl, sliding my hands to the front of his pants and rubbing him through the fabric.

He laughs. "Yeah, you are pretty cute when you're all huffy."

With big eyes and a fluttering in my stomach at the way he looks down at me, I feel that pressing of jealousy start to lift off my chest. I know that within an hour he'll have me pinned under his body somehow, and the thought allows my response to come out clearly and without question.

"So how are you gonna make it up to me?"

———

We're already out of our clothes by the time we make it upstairs. And when we finally get into my bedroom, I'm about to shut the door and then Spencer stops me.

"No one's home, sweetheart... Leave it open."

He takes two steps and has me in his arms, his hands sliding down my back and resting over my ass. And when he gives it a squeeze, he grins down at me. "You're gonna be loud for me, understand?"

"Hey, that's on you," I tease, wiggling against him. "You want me loud? Make me loud."

His grip on my ass gets tighter as he pulls me closer, and I yelp out. "Don't challenge me, little girl... You'll regret it."

I laugh then, calling back to his earlier statement. "Aw... You're pretty cute when you're all huffy..."

"Alright, fine."

The next thing I know, I'm on my knees, and his hands are rooting in my hair. The rough carpet underneath me already burns, but I know in the end it's gonna be so worth it.

Spencer brings me close to his exposed crotch and tilts my head up to look at him. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude right out of your pretty little mouth, got it? And you're not gonna do a damn thing but take it like a good girl."

I would have asked him if that was a threat or a promise if he hadn't immediately shoved his dick in my mouth. It has me wet in an instant, the way he just pulls me onto him and starts fucking my face with an urgency that seems to contradict all the time we have. He needs me now, with no time for teasing or pleasantries, and I fucking love it.

Which is why I do as I'm told, enjoying every second as he holds my head still and snaps his hips forward, his velvety smooth cock gliding over my tongue and down my throat with ease. It doesn't take long for my eyes to water, my vision going blurry and my body growing hot. My face is angled straight ahead, but I still find a way to look up at him, and from this low angle?

It's the best thing I've ever seen.

No matter how many times I've been on my knees like this, staring up at Spencer as he loses himself at my hands (or rather my mouth, if you want to get technical), I swear I could never tire of it.

His eyes are glaring down at me as he concentrates, his arms are out in front of me as they hold my head in place, and his pubic bone and sculpted hips are right there, moving ferociously in front of my eyes. He's so deep in my throat for a few seconds, holding me down while I gag around him, that my nose is buried in the soft trail of hair that gathers on his skin, and I want to stay there forever.

But my gag reflex isn't much durable for more than fifteen seconds, much less forever, so I have to pull back.

Spencer pulls me off of him completely, a trail of spit following my lips and then detaching until it lands along my chin. I blink away some of the tears that had gathered in my eyes and pout up at him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"You're supposed to be making it up to me..." My voice is scratchy and a little hoarse now, but I know it'll probably be worse if Spencer really thinks he can make me as loud as he says (which I truly don't doubt for a second).

He tugs me up by the hair, and I whine as I get to my feet, my knees aching already. And then his mouth is on my cheek, gently kissing away a tear. "Aw, I thought you liked having my dick in your mouth..."

"I do..."I giggled a little, nestling into his body and feeling his erection, now slick with my saliva, press up against the inside of my thigh. "But I like it better in other places..."

"Mmm, you're right... I do, too..."

I certainly hadn't been expecting that answer.

But it doesn't surprise me when he walks us over to the foot of my bed and pushes me onto it. "Hands and knees, princess."

My knees still burn from the carpet, and I'm sure this squeaky-ass mattress won't alleviate the pain at all, but if there's one thing I've learned since having sex with Spencer it's that pain is all part of the pleasure.

So I don't question it. My limbs submit to his simple command, and once I turn away from him and perch myself on my hands and knees, I can feel him climbing on the bed and crawling up the backside of my body. His hands roam my ass and my waist, and within seconds he has his cock nestled against me.

He moves nice and slow at first, dragging the length of him through my slick cunt and ghosting the skin of my backside with his hands.

"Remember... Nice and loud, okay? Wanna hear how good I make you feel."

Like I could ever deny him. Even though I like to tease him and push his buttons, I couldn't think of a single thing in the moment that I'd ever deny him.

So he finally pushes into me, stretching me out well and good, and a low groan slowly rolls off my tongue like a waterfall. And I'm not doing it for his sake; It's like he draws it out of me like a syringe, and I'm utterly powerless against it... Against him.

Like I need a metaphor to explain how I'm well and truly his bitch...

"There she is..." Spencer breathes, reaching the very deepest part of me and staying there. "There's my obedient little girl... Tell me what you want."

I turn my head to get as good of a look at him as I can, and give him the pout to end all pouts. "I want you to fuck me, hard... Please?"

His answer is a gentle push forward, his body leaning over mine to take my hands and pin them behind my back, which pulls me up towards him so that my back is nearly flush with his chest. His hands are so big that one of them is able to hold both of my wrists while the other gathers my hair and tugs.

I feel like I'm being held by a bungee cord, especially when Spencer starts snapping his hips and pounding into me roughly. My knees are pushing into the springs of the mattress and lifting again with each thrust, and I can't help the stream of whimpers and shouts that escape me at the whole experience.

He lets go of my hair in favor of reaching around and palming my left tit, his pace never faltering for a second. Everything he's doing is precise and swift and so fucking good that my eyes can hardly stay open.

"I'm hearing you, pretty girl, but I don't think you're quite loud enough..." he grumbles in my ear, letting go of me and gently pushing me back down on the bed. He slips out of me and I whine at the loss, but I don't have to worry about it much longer when I feel him lay down over top of me and slam into me hard.

I yelp out, my hands reaching out and clutching the comforter for dear life. Spencer's hands, meanwhile, push up off the mattress on either side of my hips to lift himself up, and then he's grabbing my waist and pushing me into it while he fucks me.

When I instinctively shove my face down and try to muffle myself, though, one of his hands leaves my waist and comes up to tug my hair, pulling my head up. His hips pause, pressed deep into my backside, and I can feel how he's struggling to keep still.

"Uh-uh... No one's home, princess... Let it all out..."

He pulls back and plows into me again, and this time his pace is frustratingly slow. With each slam forward my voice grows louder, begging him for more with incoherence until I start to feel myself grow tense with pleasure.

"You're almost there, baby, I can feel it," Spencer breathes. His voice is far away, and I wish he was closer, his breath on my neck and his lips not far behind. But for now I gladly settle for his hands, tight and bruising on my hips, and the force of his pelvis as it collides brutally and wonderfully with my ass.

What finally brings me sweet release is the sound of him grunting out one word. A command. And once again it's like I'm powerless under his spell.

"Come."

I do, and he fucks me thoroughly through each wave. Even once I've finished, he chases his own orgasm for minutes.

By the sounds he's making and the way his hips falter here and there, I can tell he's close, but he wants to make it last. I want to tell him that we have all weekend, to maybe tease him a bit, but I'm so fucked out and incoherent that I couldn't have said a single word if I tried.

So I lay there and take it with a weary smile on my face, ever the whiny, whimpering mess that I am, and patiently wait for the moment he decides to let go.

And when he does, it's the most glorious feeling in the world. I'm tired, yes, but never tired enough to lift myself and wiggle my ass back into him, clenching myself around him and relishing in the way he grunts out my name. He empties himself into me, and I hum, positively satisfied and warm.

Before I know it, I'm sinking down within the comfort of my blankets, and I rest my head in my arms, the pillow still a little too far out of reach. And though I'm content, I still whine out sadly when Spencer retreats and leaves me feeling empty.

I'm about to tell him to get over here and cuddle me when I feel his weight redistribute, and it isn't long before he has his head between my legs, his tongue acting as a net for the cum that drips out of me. He barely touches me, only the tiniest of flicks with the tip of his tongue darting over my skin. I can't tell if I'm thankful because of the relief or if I want the burn to go on forever.

In the end, I don't really have a choice.

He pushes his tongue up, sweeping over my dripping cunt and cleaning me up. Suddenly his mouth is everywhere, making the most delicious sounds and bringing me closer to another orgasm, and all I can do is let it happen. My weary smile is joined by a fluttering pair of eyelids and a string of whimpers that are so small they don't dare drown out the words Spencer is grumbling between my legs.

Some of which, I can hear, sound out, "Another one..."

His finger adds to the mix, coming up and rubbing my clit in tight circles as he finishes cleaning up the mess he made, and within seconds I'm a writhing mess at his undoing.

I'm not sure how long it lasts, only that one second I'm tensing with another orgasm and the next I'm having my limbs moved.

Spencer is beside me in an instant, his face coming into view as I feel my breathing slow to a steadier pace. The longer I wait, the more focused I am on his features, soft and even a little concerned as he strokes some of the hair from my face.

"How are you feeling?"

The smile that beams across my face is just about the most natural thing I'd ever felt. And it seems to bring out those bright glints of adoration in his eyes that only ever serve to make my heart flutter, which makes what I tell him even more true.

"I'm happy."

JULY 27th

Waking up to Spencer next to me, while a daily occurrence these past few days, is still possibly the most surprising and comforting feeling in the world.

Our bodies never part. From the moment we lay down to sleep until the moment we wake up and decide it's time to start doing necessary daily things, not one inch of skin is untouched. Even when showering.

I think back to yesterday morning, where he dragged me out of bed because he had to pee and didn't want to leave me. I was slumped over the backside of his body while he went and then in his arms again while he ran us a shower to wake up.

It brings the widest smile to my face, however sleepy it may also be.

"What are you smiling for?"

I squint one eye open and see that Spencer is staring at me. I hadn't expected him to be awake.

"Just thinking about yesterday..."

He tightens his grip on my waist and pulls me even closer, my face instantly drawn to the crook of his neck. "Mmm," he hums as I nestle in and press a sleepy kiss to the bare skin at the column of his throat. "Which part?"

"Our shower."

I feel his thumb then, rubbing back and forth over my hip as clearly as I can feel him smile against the top of my head. "That was fun, wasn't it..."

"Mhmm," I agree. My lightly tongue traces over his collarbone before I kiss it again. "Our shower is much better equipped for sex than yours."

"So... What you're saying is that shower sex is out of the question this morning?" he confirms with a laugh.

"That's exactly what I'm saying..."

"Well then, princess, what uhh... What alternatives do you think we should try out?"

I start to laugh when he pulls my leg up over his waist and hoists me over on top of him. My face remains buried into his neck, though I trail my lips up and up until I reach his jaw.

"Hmm... What if I just ride you and see where it takes us?"

When my lips finally reach his cheek, Spencer shifts and captures them in a long, butterfly-inducing kiss before pulling away with a smile and brushing the hair from my face. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

It helps that I can already feel him hardening beneath me, and from the moment I felt his hands on me, I'd been aroused.

Though, as soon as I line him up and get ready to start our morning the right way, his phone rings on the bedside table. I'm tempted to keep going, but he half pushes me off of him when he reaches and reads the name.

"It's your mom."

That instantly kills my mood.

With a dramatic sigh and a pout, I hop off of him and curl up under the covers, letting him answer.

"Good morning," he chirps rather happily, and I try not to imagine my moms smile on the other end of the line. Thankfully I can't hear her, but I can still see Spencer smiling as he greets her and goes through all the pleasantries that come with a long distance relationship; I miss yous and how are yous...

I wonder if he really does miss her. He must, at least a little, right?

I'm staring straight ahead now, picking at my nails while I wait for them to finish talking, but something feels off.

I can feel Spencer's eyes on me.

But then he asks, "What are you wearing?" through the phone with a voice so playful and seductive, and I snap my head around, glaring at him.

"Really?" I mouth.

The smirk on his face makes me want to chuck his phone across the room.

"Mmm," he hums, looking me dead in the eye. And the next time he speaks, I swear he's talking directly to me. "Why don't you take it off... I want to talk you through some things..."

I know my mom is hearing the roughness in his voice through the phone, but right now I can see his eyes, hungry as they rake over my body once I slowly peel the blanket away and reveal myself to him, and I know that his main goal isn't to get my mom off.

It's to finish what we started before she'd interrupted.

"Touch yourself for me, baby? Nice and slow. Just relax..."

He softly crawls over to me, keeping the phone to his ear with one hand while the other takes my knees and spreads them apart.

I start to touch myself as instructed, but he swats my hand away and winks, nestling between my legs. I lean up on my elbows and tilt my head, wondering where he's going with this, when he leans his other cheek into my thigh.

"You know what I'd do to you right now If I was there?" A small pause. And then, "I'd use my fingers to slowly stretch you open... Feel you contract around me..."

His fingers do exactly like he says, and I have to stop myself from making any sound. The evil grin growing on his face as he does it all makes it even harder.

"I'd finger-fuck you nice and slow," he continues in a voice just above a whisper. "Until you're begging me for more."

When his eyes meet mine, once more I want to lean forward, snatch his phone, and smash it on the floor. I want him to utterly devour me, without any interruptions or avoidances at getting caught.

But he's such a fucking tease.

Mom must be talking on the other end, because Spencer is silent, slowly fucking me with his fingers and watching them intently as they disappear inside me. Entranced... The thought of her speaking to him and holding his attention makes me jealous— Sure, he's fucking me right now, but really, she's the one calling the shots.

I lean my head back in frustration, letting out the tiniest of whines and grinding my hips up into his hand, hoping and pleading for more.

A low laugh leaves him. "Please, what?"

It's not lost on me that my mom must have asked for more from him at the same time I did... It cements just how absolutely fucked this whole situation is, and yet I can't help but clench around his fingers in earnest, silently pleading with him to go on.

He removes his fingers from me and I sigh out, trying not to disrupt their call.

"And... How would you like me to fuck you?" he asks, looking at me with an evil grin and knowing damn well I can't actually answer.

After he gets her answer, he climbs up on his knees and spreads my legs further, throwing one of them up on his shoulder while he leaves the other on the bed. Since he only has one hand to work with, he gestures to it and I help him out, lifting my other leg up to my chest and holding it with one arm to let him get inside at a good angle.

"Yeah, and how do you want it, baby?" He lines himself up with me and very slowly sinks the head of his cock in, holding it and running his hand along my stomach. "I'm thinking... I'd like to fuck you so slow you're practically writhing beneath me..."

I stick my tongue out at him, and then without warning he slams into me. I bring a hand to my mouth and bite down on my finger, trying not to make a sound.

"You're gonna be patient... And you're gonna let me take my time... Until you're nice and desperate... Whining out for me like a good little whore..."

Each sentence is punctuated with another thrust, hard and deep, followed by a short pause, and it's all I can do not to cry out his name and beg him to go faster.

Mom must be talking on the line again, because Spencer doesn't say a word as he fucks me. His pace doesn't pick up or slow, and his own self control starts to recede—I can see it in his features. I can also feel it in the way his free hand grips my leg. He wants to go faster, he wants to lose control, and this is killing him just as much as it's killing me.

But then he pants into the phone, his voice breaking a little as he pauses and rolls his hips into me, slow and burning. I whine into my hand as quietly as possible, and he asks the question that will seal my fate.

"Where do you want it?"

I wait, clenching around him and praying for the result I want.

And then he laughs. "Yeah? You like when I paint you with my cum, huh?"

I shake my head, silently begging him to resist and stay inside me, but he only shrugs as if to say, Sorry about your luck, and then pulls out, leaving me whiny and desperate.

Just like he said.

And then, he comes all over me, stroking himself fast and hard. Even though I've still yet to feel any sort of relief, seeing him in front of me like this, feeling his warmth dance across my skin in warm spurts, and hearing him groan out as he watches my body gladly accept it all...

It's quite honestly the most satisfying thing I've ever seen.

I can't say I'm not happy, though, when he slumps down and pants, sighing out a few goodbyes to my mom and then tossing his phone on the floor when she hangs up.

He smiles at me then, and I pout.

"You're evil..."

"Mmm, you love it," he drawls, leaning down and starting to dart his tongue over the mess he made on my stomach. Meanwhile his finger finds its way inside me again, and I feel myself start to turn into a writhing mess once more.

And he's right.

I do love it.

JULY 29th

Approaching the front door with Mom in step behind me, knowing that Spencer awaits for her on the other side isn't what makes my heart jump out of my chest.

It's the look on both of their faces when they see each other.

Though I push Mom forward to go see him, it nearly breaks me seeing her run into his arms. He picks her up and spins her around, reminiscent of their little moment at the airport, and the pure happiness on her face specifically makes my stomach twist.

This time it isn't jealousy.

It's guilt.

She's... incredibly happy. I don't think I've ever seen her this happy before. She's positively beaming as she hugs him tight and buries her face into his chest.

And when he looks past her head and looks over at me, I feel it.

The heartache.

Spencer's eyes burn holes into my own, and fill them with a sympathy that makes me feel more wounded than comforted.

I wonder then if he can see it on my face; The way I'm trying not to break down and cry... The way I'm only holding myself together by the weak smile I'm wearing, both to assure him that I'm fine and also to feign happiness for my mother, rather than the aching envy and sadness that festers within every crevice of my soul.

I offer to grab more of Mom's things from the car and dart right back out the door to avoid them for a little while. Maybe to also get some fresh air, even though I'd just been outside less than a minute ago.

After flinging open the trunk of the car, I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my chest start to tighten at the realization that I might be starting to fall in love with him.

A man who isn't mine, and who could never be.

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1 @jikookiekosmos @marcoazz2 @kootaes @wearenot7withu @codeinebelle @bigbootyjoonie @thisartemisnevermisses @maichiverse @ppeachyttae @fairysunooo @secretlycrazyhummingbird @yukiehyukie

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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