#I still have so much more to say but I have a 5k tomorrow
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How would you characterize Tim Drake, quirks and all?
I’ve been having an IDENTITY CRISIS trying to figure this boy out because I think I kin him but then I’m like “but do I really know him though? Is my knowledge on him REALLY enough to Kin him?
I don’t want to bother you or anything! Im just curious to see if maybe from your response it can validate me LMAO.
Oh my dear lovely anon, you came to the right place. Tim Drake breathes and I kin it with all of my being.
Either way, I've been analyzing his character for the past two years through fanon and what comics I can get my hands on and this is kinda what I know so far.
Hope you enjoy.
To really understand Tim's character you have to look at his childhood. Now, in canon, his parents are neglectful at times but they aren't as bad as fanon likes to portray them. In both, Tim is usually left on his own in either a mental/emotional or physical state. He learned very early on that his parents are role models and authority figures, not caregivers or emotional support. So he grew up to value independence to an extreme extent.
Relying on people is a gamble but relying on himself is always secure. He's the kind of kid who will ask the teacher if he can do a group project alone because he knows he'll get an A that way and will avoid the drama of teammates. Tim flies solo extremely often half because its easier and half because the boy has trust issues.
One thing unpredictable parents gives you is paranoia, and this boy has it in loads. He's slow to trust because again, people are a gamble. He has a million backup plans but people are unpredictable and still stump him sometimes. Even within his own family, Tim feels out of place. He's caught in a constant state of "waiting for the second shoe to drop". It's a nasty habit but every time people make plans with him he'll never expect them to follow through.
Tim is incredibly secretive, enough that he has and will lie to his teammates and even Batman himself. He is often seen as the smart "perfect Robin" (think Ravenclaw) when really, Tim is the most cunning and tactical of any of them. Tim will do whatever is necessary for the sake of the mission and for the sake of lives. He will play dirty. Think Chaotic Neutral: he has a set of moral rules but no one can figure them out. He's a Slytherin through and through, he's resourceful and incredibly conniving.
That being said, the poor kid is traumatized, depressed, and starved for affection. It may take years to gain his trust but once that trust is given, Tim is the most loyal person on the planet. He will fight for the people he loves and will destroy the world making sure they stay safe. He never gives up when there's still a chance, even if its infinitesimal, Tim will fight like it's a certainty.
It may seem like Tim sucks at partnerships but his loyalty and cunningness makes him one of the best partners to have on a team. The Core Four is a true testament to how much Tim's habits change when it comes to the people he loves. He is adaptable and will be whatever you need him to be. Yet, that comes with a price as well.
See, Tim only ever receives love after being useful. His parents gave him praise after achieving something or being a good Drake model---something that was useful to them and not an actual Tim trait. Tim finds a loving home only after becoming a stand-in Robin. This typically manifests in Tim constantly needing to feel needed or useful in some way, shape, or form.
He's a team leader not only because he finds it hard to delegate tasks to people (trust issues) but because he finds security in people relying on him. Tim will stress himself out to the brink just so he can continue to be useful to the people around him. If you asked him to list his favorite traits about himself that didn't have to do with pleasing others, you'll stump him. The second he isn't useful all his insecurities and paranoia will fester until he pushes people who love him away.
With all these mental blocks, it comes as no surprise that Tim has terrible self-esteem. The Red Robin series makes it painfully obvious how little Tim cares for his life, he'll pawn it off if it'll advance a case. He's cautious and strategic about his attacks, yet reckless and self-sacrificing at the same time. He has little regard for himself because no ones ever proven otherwise.
At the end of the day he's prized for his intellect the most and that's what he's notorious for. He's the "smart" Robin. And while that is true, with earning Ra's respect and managing to pull off the entire Red Robin run, that does dismantle a lot of the other Robin's intelligence. Tim is smart, but so is literally every other Robin. Tim however, is calculating. Tim's intellect is precise and strategic. He is the dumbest idiot alive but he has a plan for everything, he can predict the smallest things and read people through and through. He's great at chess and monopoly because he can predict his opponents and plan far in advance, but the second you make him play something on the Wii like bowling or the airplane game, he's terribly stupid. Considering his lack of interest in school, he relies more heavily on street smarts and his heightened common sense.
Tim tries to know a little about everything but accidentally hyper fixates on one thing, so if you happen to bring it up, he'll talk your ear off. It makes him seem super smart but he's really just a bored nerd with too much unmonitored access to the internet.
He can be serious at times without meaning too because he doesn't like to waste too much of his time. He thinks time is precious and every second matters, that's why he spends so much time working rather than doing anything else. Robin gave him something to work towards, made him useful and his life worth living, he needs it. When it was taken from him it was crushing so he'll do anything to make sure he can stay in this line of work. Once again, feeling the need to prove himself to those around him instead of trusting that he is loved unconditionally.
But he really is a goofball. He's a nerd at the end of the day, a very tired, busy nerd, but a nerd nonetheless. He has passions and hobbies and will geek out over anything that's related to those things. He's funny and charming, incredibly witty, and knows how to be charismatic for show.
Tim was raised in the public eye so he has a lot of proper habits that will never get beaten out of him. His posture tends to be stiff and perfect until he's comfortable enough to change it or too out of it to care. He has impeccable manners and will be a proper gentlemen out of habit. He knows the differences between all the cutlery at expensive restaurants and knows when to use them without looking like an idiot.
Time passes by him easily so he will lose track of dates and the time of day. He stays busy a lot because he won't have to feel any other emotion other than stress and he's used to stress, stress is comfortable for him. He often forgets that too much stress isn't healthy.
Death is also a morbid comfortability for him. He witnessed each of his parents die in some way or the other, continuously watched his siblings perish (whether fake or not), and his high school best friend Darla, not to mention the countless lives he's failed to save. This gives him a pretty interesting take on life. Like I said, he thinks time is precious so he doesn't like to waste it. But at the same time, he has terrible time blindness. It's an paradoxical quirk of his.
Tim's entire personality is being a contradictory genius. Try to pin point a quirk of his and you'll end up spirally because it shouldn't make sense, yet it does. Tim is confusing because he's such a paradox of a person. His personality doesn't align with what his trauma tells, or what his thoughts project, or how he was raised, or even his morals, and yet, here he is. And it makes perfect sense all at the same time.
He's a puzzle, but man is he interesting to figure out.
#was this too much?#does it show that he's my favorite character?#no?#just checking#I love him too much#I still have so much more to say but I have a 5k tomorrow#and id like to go to sleep before midnight#Tim Drake#Red Robin#dc comics#robin#dc#batfam#batman#character analysis#asks
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the worst part in being able to write sentences is that nothings stopping me from writing fics yk
#snap chats#i get inflicted with images and i MUST share them through art lest i die i know it's awful#like i keep being inflicted with images but my arm hurts too much to draw any more today#bitch ass arm why are you hurting. WHY are you hurting its not even my wrist it's my bicep??????#anyway the problem with writing lies in writing up to the scene in question#not even 'scene' just like. A Visual that lasts Max five seconds but i need to project into people's brains#ive sketched a lot of things to finish on other days today. im still too intimidated to leave the house lest i run into Mother#so im just thinking of how to kill time now that i have nothing left to do today#ough id work on my june-sale comm sheet ad thing but my arm hurt.. as i said before..#maybe tomorrow ill do it- or ill have it ready by monday#anyways. im gonna sit here and hallucinate and see if i come up with anything 5k words worthy#'snap you know you can just write the scene you want right. you know you can even just tell us what it is right'#1.) we know how i feel about saying things i wanna write/draw !!!!! i SUCK !!!!!!!#2.) i like build up... i like us getting there.. i hate me too its ok#ok hallucinating time. or i-grow-up-and-leave-the-house time idk we'll see in like an hour ig
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i'm going to talk to myself morosely in the tags for a bit to see if i can unknot the brain parts, disregard.
#i am. so tired of money dude.#i have insane student debt but i don't have insane OTHER debt and it's still so overwhelming#when i say not insane i mean like <5k#it's still way more than i should because that two fucking months without health insurance really fucked me up#but i can get on top of it with how much im paying for rent and meds and utilities and car payments and car insurance#and having to eat#like im in a much much better place mental health wise than i was but i think maybe ive made a mistake#the ability to cancel my student loans is huge. it's huge and i'm essentially guaranteed that from multiple directions in about three years#but the interim? i knew it was gonna be tight and it's gonna be less tight at some point but the last three months have just been barely#hitting each paycheck not in the hole and having to make car payments late and having to rely on credit for unavoidable overdrafts and#idk what to do lmao#and if the smoke thing w the apartment stays this bad it's gonna continue to negatively impact my health and i literally cant afford to mov#even to somewhere cheaper#i cant afford the initial payments to do that even though it'll be better in the long run#im so stressed and it's negatively impacting my relationships and i cant put my brain into working through my stupid fucking issues because#all in doing is surviving#and it makes me so sad because there's already enough in the world without my adding to it#im just tired dude and it's gonna be another week and a half of just. clenching my jaw and not sleeping#idk what to do dude moving back here WASN'T a mistake but im sure hovering on the line of really really feeling like it was#.... good motivation to do my fucking taxes i guess. like. TOMORROW.#not sure that helped but at least it's not just a weird mass in my chest anymore#and my hand is still fucked up and im never gonna be able to pay to fix it at this rate lmao#at least one of them sort of works.
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Jungkook
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞♡𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 🔞
Who said every omega needs an alpha?
Tags/Warnings: Omega!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Omega!Jimin, Mentioned Alpha!Yoongi, Stereotypes, Friends to lovers, Major Fluff, Romance, Slight angst, injury, brief hospital visit, smut, oral (f. Receiving), smut, Dom!Jungkook, protected sex, knotting, biting
Length: ~5k Words
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A/N: Boo.
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Jeon Jungkook.
He's a good looking guy, above average in almost everything he does, and easy to like. Conversations flow easily around him and friendships blossom left and right- almost everyone knows and likes him. It's hard not to, really; as an Omega, he's naturally passionate and caring, a gentle guy that enjoys making others happy.
You met him at a friend's birthday party, the young wf having noticed you standing mostly all by yourself without really conversing with anyone. He'd been kind enough to introduce himself, stay with you, and keep you there for much longer than you usually stay at gatherings like these.
And right now, he's standing in front of you, smile still on his lips and hands tucked away in his jacket pockets while he sways front and back on his heels after having told you he's interested in you.
Romantically.
"There's a.. You said you collect those stuffed animals, squishmallows, right? There's a new store that sells the really huge ones. We could stop by that store tomorrow, if you'd like." he offers, curious eyes watching you with a glimmer that's just.. Jungkook.
Jungkook is new. Different. He's nothing you'd expect, always doing something you'd never be able to guess- and ut makes spending time with him hoth exciting and a little stressful at times.
His eyes always seem to sparkle when he smiles. It's honestly unfair, how they always put you under their spell with their boba-pearl charm. How can you say no?
How can anyone ever tell him no?
"I.. Okay wait. You.. And me?" you wonder, and he nods, smile turning into a grin that makes his lower eyelids raise. "But I'm not, uh… Are you sure?" you wonder, and he becomes surprised at that it seems.
"I am. I wouldn't have asked you out like this if I wasn't." he says, still swaying a little.
He's always been like this. Never staying still. Always up to something. Constantly moving. Like his body is constantly generating excess energy he can't seem to burn. Like the energizer bunny.
"what makes you think I'm joking?" he asks, and you look down, rather watching the tips of his shoes than his gaze any longer.
You can't stand his gaze. You're gonna melt into a puddle if you look at him any longer.
"I'm just.. Me. And you're you. Shouldn't you want someone more.. Opposite of you, rather than the same?" you ask carefully and it seems that it clicks for him in that moment.
It's technically common sense- alphas get with omegas, omegas with alphas. That's how it goes- or so one might think.
But Jungkook isn't any wolf. He's not ordinary in anything he does- so it's unsurprising that his sub-gender also isn't what one might expect.
"Ah~." he hums mostly to himself, before shaking his hair out of his eyes after the wind had blown it over his face, fingers pulling the strands from his piercings decorating his bottom lip. "Stereotypes. You're talking about me being an omega and all that, right?" he wonders, and you nod.
"Sorry." you instinctively say. The regret of your words already starting to make you uneasy. Did you insult him now?
Male omegas tend to be very sensitive when it comes to this. Or maybe that's Stereotypes too?
"No problem, lots of people think that way." he shakes it off, taking a step towards you. "But, rather than explaining to you what is and isn't true about the stuff people say-" he starts, feigning innocence before he grins at you, holding your hands in his now, playfully, just by the tips of your fingers. "-how about I show you?" he asks, and you look back at him.
"huh?" you can only answer, and he sways again, tilting his head to the side a little, swinging your hands a bit.
"Go out with me." he bluntly suggests, grinning brightly. "And I'll show you."
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Wolf's sub-genders have been the topic of Novels and movies for a long time now.
The most popular trope being the alpha that falls in love with their omega, to live happily ever after. Some of your own favourite media actually includes this stereotype as well- and for a long time, in your head and in many others, this was the most ideal couple amongst wolves.
However, reality is more complex than that, and you're roughly reminded of that with the way Jungkook behaves.
While he does offer a lot of the general traits associated with being an omega, such as his big round eyes and constant need for physical contact, he also doesn't fit others at all. He's muscly, masculine body dressed comfortably in clothes made of soft materials, and his behavior, while gentle and soft in the way he acts, feels oddly confident and almost dominant to you.
He's sure in his walk. He knows his worth.
There's a hand on your back leading you without any force through the store, like a remote control, no need for actual strength.
There's that glimmer in his eyes every time you struggle and ask him for help with something, as if he's amused by the fact that he makes you nervous.
There's that look of victory in his face whenever you seem flustered by any of his words, Luke it's a game he keeps winning.
He's making your head spin.
You're both sitting on a blanket in a calm park- when he lays down, patting the spot next to you in an inviting manner. "Come here." he smiles, and you do so- easily cuddling up to him, surprising yourself even, considering you're not one that's this easy with physical contact like that. But Jungkook? He runs the inside of his wrist over your neck, bashful smile on his lips as he watches you, caring nature of his sub-gender showing in his actions.
"What're you doing?" you wonder, and he grins sheepishly, caught red handed.
"Scenting you." he says. "I- we technically do it differently as wolves but, I don't wanna seem pushy." he admits, and you nod. You know how it usually goes.
You remember your last alpha doing it, licking your neck instead, or biting. It made you anxious. Every bite could've been made to last, after all.
"…Thank you." you tell him due to that, the way he makes sure he's never too forceful making you feel at ease- and slightly guilty. "And sorry." You apologize because of this.
"for what?" Jungkook wonders. "I had a nice day, even better than I could've imagined. I'm feeling really happy right now." the young man explains, and it makes you a little jealous how easy it seems for him to voice out his emotions.
You're not that good at it. Maybe he can teach you?
"For judging." you explain, but he just scrunches up his nose before softly flicking a finger under your chin, teasing you.
"Don't worry. It's normal." he shrugs, before rolling onto his back, your head on his tattooed arm as you watch the clouds as well next to him. "Do you think.. We could try?" he wonders, and after a moment of thinking, you nod.
You know what he means by that. And you want to try as well.
And he swears, if he had a tail, it would be wagging like an excited puppy.
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Your first kiss happens rather Spontaneously.
It's unprepared, a little clumsy, happening in the kitchen after you'd placed a small bandaid over the cut Jungkook had accidentally given himself while helping you cook. Seeing you tend to such a minor wound so carefully just set something off inside him- and he couldn't help himself.
And after the initial shock of it all, kisses seem to be a constant around Jungkook.
As soon as you meet up, there's a quick peck as a greeting, lips barely properly touching, but enough to make the gesture of affection count.
Small kisses on your cheek whenever he's close enough, just to see you turn red, shyness of you just too precious to look away from.
And most importantly? The way he scents you changed.
While pretty tame at first, the entire act of scenting you has become somewhat heated these days- just like now, as he runs his lips over the crook of your neck, back and forth, hands almost sensually running over your body, clothes suddenly feeling itchy.
He never crosses boundaries, never bites where you don't want to, never pushes himself past your limits just because it's easy to do. He's gentle, caring, offers you just what you need in the right amount, easing you into the waters that's his love.
And it makes you brave. It makes you want more.
Your own limbs seem to want him closer as well, your mind slowly becoming more and more trusting towards him, as he builds up the affection every time you spend time with one another.
It started just with cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. Then, the kisses got added to the mix- shy at first, his confidence with you slowly building up towards the point of where you are today; Heated, bodies warm and needy as his hand travels underneath your soft fleece shirt, fingertips carefully meeting the underline of your chest. "Still okay?" He asks, lowly so as if worried he might pop the little bubble you're both in and wake you up from the trance of emotions, but you simply nod, smiling, happy.
And as an omega, he feeds off of your emotions; he thrives in the fact that you're giving yourself into his arms so freely and comfortable, no worries in your scent whatsoever in his presence.
He shamelessly purrs at the way you kiss his collarbone, lips pressing over a tiny little beauty mark he has in that area, making him shiver in pleasure. You've not talked about going all the way yet- and right now, he's not trying to get into your pants at all. You're so attentive to him, offering such kind affection, that its enough for now. He can't deny however that your scent is driving him crazy- making him hungry for even more intimacy than he's receiving already.
He's needy. Craving.
"Can I eat you out?" He asks breathlessly so, and your eyes widen before your cheeks grow a bit red. "You don't have to say yes." He adds at the sight of your shyness, but you just shrug in response.
"I don't know what it feels like.." You start, before you look up at him, and he feels himself feeling upset. How come you've never experienced that? You're so sweet, you should've been able to explore your most carnal desires with someone you trust. "..but I trust you." You say, and his body erupts into happiness.
You trust him.
You trust him.
It washes over him like the hot stream of water in the shower after a long day, making him nod eagerly as he kisses you first and foremost. Jungkook is pretty orally focused, you've noticed; playfully nipping your skin here and there, kissing you randomly, or just running his sensitive lips over the soft skin of the back of your hand, feeling your skin with his mouth and hot breath. So it's not a surprise when he doesn't mind kissing you a bit more chaotically, open mouthed and tongue exploring your mouth with confidence.
He loves you, after all- and he can see, feel, that you're falling for him too.
He makes it all feel so natural that you can't help but giggle at the feeling of his kisses down your bare stomach; dress pushed up by his hands, a grin showing when he notices your reaction to his antics. He feels as if he's high- never having had the opportunity to be in a situation as easy and simple as this; both of you just existing, no words needing to be shared, no roles defined, no goal in mind other than making the other just as happy as yourself.
It's an odd feeling at first, but simply the sight of him so immersed in the act makes it feel ten times more erotic to you than you thought it might. Your breathing is deep, occasional sighs escaping you, soft voice chanting out his name like a mantra to keep you sane; and he starts to feel drunk off of it, teasing licks turning into more determined motions, tongue flat on your most sensitive area, the feeling odd but not unpleasant. All that fills your head is simply your approaching high, not in the slightest feeling like anything you could've done to yourself.
How will it be when you're both in heat?
You've known each other for months now, after all. Your cycle has synced up by now, you've noticed last time he'd taken time away to himself.
Your back arches as you roll your hips closer to him, lost in the ecstasy while his hands hold a firm grip on your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh while you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, before he let's go of you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling back up to lay down next to you with an impish smile on his red lips. "Hey." He jokingly greets you after you've opened your eyes again, noticing how he's moved your dress back down again as to not have you get cold.
Jungkook lays there with a smile, and you feel funny in his presence like this. You've never had anybody talk to you or treat you like he does ever before- you're used to either being told exactly what to do, or to be scolded for what you're doing or have done- so him talking to you like you're something special makes you a little confused on how to act.
And it makes you scared, because up until now, you've ruined everything good.
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"So have you, you know? Repaid the favor?" Jimin asks, eating his sandwich in front of you while you suddenly turn pale. "Oh." He just humms, while you let your face fall into your hands.
"Oh god, I'm such a nasty bitch, really.." You groan, eyes stinging already at the thought of Jungkook having expected you to get him off as well, just to get nothing in return but a stupid cuddle. The shame washes over you like waves on a stormy day, clashing against your bones with anger that swells up in your chest. You're upset at yourself now, appetite having vanished, and now you're even madder at yourself because Jimin had literally paid for that little piece of cake you'd chosen to eat here, and now you can't even enjoy it anymore.
Hormones are a gorrible thing, especially for omegas. And the stress you have these days just really fucked you over, causing you to drop into a new mental low.
"Hey, no-" Jimin says, wiping his mouth with a napkin before a hand reaches out to touch your arm. "-I'm sure he would've said something if he'd expected anything." He says, making you look at him with glossy eyes.
"Great, so you're saying he doesn't want me like that, thanks." You say roughly, and Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Oh god I'm sorry, now I'm all moody and-"
"Everything alright?" Jungkook's voice rings out next to you, as he stands close to your chair now, having spotted you in the small cafe with Jimin while passing by on his way home from work. "Hey, what happened?" He coos worriedly, bending down a little to get a better look at you who's hiding your face in your hands, humiliated about crying in a public setting like this, while Jungkook tries to assess the problem- your scent making him anxious too, but in a different way.
You're his partner. And his instincts tell him to offer you comfort, make you feel better.
You've always been overly emotional like this, but its worse now than ever. Jimin said that it's probably from being raised so roughly by your more than strict parents- after all, he remembers the times he had to make up stories just so you would be allowed to stay over at his family home, or for you to attend school trips. He's put himself into the line of fire constantly just to hang out as a friend with you- your mother hating him growing up for being a 'bad influence', and your father even threatening him with violence after Jimin had cut your hair for you, having grown tired of you being unable to express yourself even in the slightest at the age of 15. You remember how Jimin had grinned to you the next day, after everyone at school genuinely complimented you for your new appearance.
However, years after and now both of you working adults, you still have the habit of breaking down crying at the sight of the slightest thing going south in your life. But Jimin simply smiles watching Jungkook squatting next to your seat, carefully wiping your cheeks and eyes concentrated as he listens in on your hiccups interrupting your words to him, none of it very coherent.
But he manages to understand.
"Baby, it's totally fine, I don't hate you." He chuckles, pulling a chair from an empty table close by to sit next to you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you both, by the way." Jungkook laughs, reaching out to shake Jimin's hand. "Jungkook, nice to meet you."
"Jimin. She's been talking non-stop about you." He teases, making you pout while drying your eyes with a napkin, earning a snort from Jungkook who just can't help but find your glare cute.
At the end of the day, you're happy to see your best friend and boyfriend get along so well- both making sure you know you didn't do anything wrong- and that it's totally fine to cry.
Jimin making sure to underline that no one even noticed at all.
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"I'm sorry sir, but I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone with her at all." Jungkook says, and it's all a face-off you never hoped you'd have to witness.
Your father had arrived unannounced to apparently bring something over your mother had sent- but you know he just does it to tell you how 'messy' your apartment is, and how you don't have your life under control. You don't know why exactly he does it- any parent would be happy to see their child earn a living from a job they genuinely enjoy; your art selling for high prices, well known celebrities decorating their homes with your works. Jimin had always said that your father is simply jealous- but you can't help but feel small under your parent's strong gaze and harsh words, Alpha father too intimidating to resist bowing to.
And now? Right now your father had told Jungkook to leave, and to yours (and probably your father's too) surprise, Jungkook had declined.
An omega, refusing an alpha's command.
"I'm sorry too, dog, but It's not up to you to decide that." Your father responds, and you worriedly look between the two men, when Jungkook speaks up yet again.
"You're right, it's up to her." Jungkook says. "It's her apartment after all." He says, turning a bit to look at you. You quietly nod, giving him the sign that yes, you want this man out, but you can't bring yourself to say it. It makes Jungkook feel protective of you in this situation, no mate able to stay calm at the prospect of their partner feeling in danger of anything in their presence. "Please leave, or I will call police." Jungkook says, and your father scoffs.
"I'll give you a nice black eye before they get here then, how about it?" He threatens, and while you step in front of Jungkook in a moment of thoughtlessness and reckless protection, you end up receiving the punch right into the side of your head, knocking you to the ground.
"No!" Jungkook barks out, rushing down to your level to check up on you- before spotting your father looking down at the scene with horror.
"I didn't mean to-" He almost whispers, before he takes a shuddering breath, leaving the apartment and you two alone.
You feel dizzy, headache already starting while your hearing sounds like cotton wool had been stuffed into it. It's distant, almost non-existent, and you can only hear Jungkook with your unaffected side. "What's wrong, baby, talk to me.!" he urges, and you sit up a bit straighter, noticing an odd feeling in your ear that makes you run your finger over the opening of your ear canal. When you move it away to reveal red spots of blood, the omega wolf immediately rushes to get his car keys, rushing to the emergency room with you next to him.
An overnight stay, and thorough examination later, you're free to go again, Jungkook making sure to cover all the formalities for your release, while you wait in your room.
"I can't believe he fucking punched you. Oh my baby peanut.." Jimin jokes dramatically, though you know there's genuine anger directed at your father in his words. He's currently keeping you company, his job as a nurse coming in quite handy in times like this, before the door opens to reveal a smiling Jungkook.
"Alright, I've been given your antibiotics and papers, so we're good to go now." He informs you, making you nod, albeit a bit hesitant after being told not to move your head too violently.
"You're lucky there wasn't anything more serious." Jimin sighs.
"Her hearing will be back soon right?" Jungkook asks, and Jimin nods.
"A month or two, typically. The bruising will be down even quicker I imagine."
And Jungkook nods, keeping in mind to never let you get hurt again.
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True to his words, a few months later, there's no trace of your past injury any longer.
Now on a spontaneous camping trip Jungkook had surprised you with to help you get over your artists-block and give you some inspiration, you're both entangled inside the van he had rented out, the rain pattering harshly onto the roof of it. You're both unconcerned with the little thunderstorm outside however, rather occupied with each other as he finally uncovers all of your body for himself.
You'd thought it would all feel much weirder than it actually does, but it's Jungkook- every move he makes feels natural at his point, even if the territory you're both walking on right now is absolutely new to you.
The condom over his length makes it a bit easier for him to push himself inside you, your warmth welcoming him eagerly and making him struggle to compose himself. You're just so pretty in the dim orange light that shines inside the van from the front that he can't help himself, his instincts to breed you full of his cum pushing itself into the front of his mind. You'd look so good covered in his release- and you'd smell even better, he knows it already.
Maybe next time. Or next round? How long can you take it?
Right now he's gasping for air, your little whimpers making him feel more sensitive than he's ever felt before. Not even his own heat compares to this burning need he feels growing inside him, your hips rolling up into him, and he's a goner. A growl leaves his throat before he bites around your neck, movements becoming more frantic now in the heat of the moment, needing to claim you as his. "I love you." He hums into your neck, and you respond with your own confession, before his hand angles your leg a little better, his thrusts a lot more desperate at this point. The van is probably visibly shaking from the outside, force of his hips hard enough to fill the small interior of the sleeping area with the wet sound of skin against skin, and your sensual breaths.
You're whining for more, but for what exactly you're not sure of. But again, as if he can read your mind, he knows- hand reaching between you both to press and roll your clit between his fingers, making your core clench and thighs shake with your sudden orgasm, his hips never ceasing to move as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, kiss him feverishly.
It gives him the final push to cum as well- though he's a bit disappointed it has to be inside the condom, and not you.
But, Again; maybe next time.
You're overly sensitive, noticing something odd happening, but he reassures you with licks and kisses to the bruised spot he'd bitten over and over on your neck while his arms hold you close. "Did you forget yet baby?" He chuckles amused, making you a bit shy considering the position you're now in.
Completely connected, his knot keeping him inside you at all costs.
"Kook?" You wonder when you notice the muscles in his thighs still trembling occasionally, hips pushing as close as he can get, breaths studdering, gasping. He's moaning quietly every time you involuntarily clench around his length still inside or move too much, and it's in that moment that you realize he's probably still in the midst of his orgasm.
Talk about drawn out.
It doesn't take long for him however to notice your rather impish acts, the way you seem to be very aware and in control of your actions- and much to your surprise, the moment he's able to slip out and discard the filled condom, he's back between your legs, thrown over his shoulders with a grin on his lips that spells trouble in bold.
"You didn't think I was done yet, did you?"
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"I'm a little worried though." Jimin says, sighing next to you while you reach into the bag of chips he's holding, TV show playing on the screen while you both spend a day together alone. "Yoongi is an alpha- what if I get on his nerves or something? Alphas are said to be quite moody.." He mumbles.
You giggle, adjusting the strap of your tank top that rests right over the permanent scar of Jungkook's forever bite.
"Don't worry Jiminie." You simply reassure him.
"That's all just stereotypes."
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Don’t Do This
Note - so this is the fic I thought I’d posted but actually never did 🙄not too sure if this is the right time to post anything but I’d really appreciate some feedback on this please 💙
Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader
Word count - 5K
Warnings - smut and angst with a smidge of fluff
‘Last day huh?’
‘Yes Chilly, it’s my last day. You know this’ you huffed, looking at him as he stood leaning up against your door frame. ‘Have you come to help carry some boxes?’ You asked, batting your eyelashes in attempts to charm in into helping. It must of worked though as he begrudgingly rolled his eyes, but lifted a few boxes anyway.
‘Do you think I can claim this as extra gym work?’ He laughed, following you down to your car and packing it into the boot. ‘You said goodbye to everyone yet?’
‘Most people’ you nodded, your eyes fluttering down so he couldn’t read your emotions and thankfully he changed the subject for now.
‘It’s not too late to change your mind’ he teased, gently bumping his shoulder into yours making you laugh as you began to walk back inside the building.
‘Since my replacement starts tomorrow, I think it might be’
‘But Cobham won’t be the same without you. Everyone loves you here’ he reasoned, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You looked up at him with a questioning face and he laughed lightly, clearly catching onto what you were implying. ‘Okay well most people do’
‘It’s fine, I can’t be everyone’s cup of tea’ you shrugged ‘I’m not leaving because of him you know, this is a really good opportunity for me’
‘I know I know, I just wish he wasn’t such an arsehole for no reason’ he huffed as you made it back to your office.
‘That’s all of it then, just got a few more emails to go over and I’ll head out’
‘Well I only came up to say goodbye, so get in here’ he laughed as he held his arms out for a hug. ‘Keep in touch yeah? And I mean it. I’m not just saying that cause that’s what you’re supposed to say’
‘I know Chilly, I promise I will’ you told him, voice heavy with emotion as you said goodbye to one of the first boys on the team who spoke to all those months back. Taking you under his wing and showing you around, acting as if he was your work big brother.
You tried to get on with your final few bits of work but you we’re constantly disturbed by people coming to say goodbye, so when the clock struck half six and you were finally done, you weren’t surprised to find the building empty. Eventually you packed up the last of your things, taking the long way out so you could have one last look around the place before heading to the car park.
As you were passing the gym, the door opened to reveal Mason, the only person who hadn’t spoken to you today. In fact he rarely ever did. Your eyes met, both looking shocked to see each other still here before his gaze dropped to the floor like usual.
You couldn’t take your eyes off him though. He hadn’t been around too much due to an injury so you were unsure if he even knew you were going but you couldn’t tell either way due to his usual stand offish nature.
He looked completely different from the last time you’d seen him, the floppy locks that once made home on his head had gone, a pretty harsh buzz cut in its place and you hated the way it made your tummy flip. Mason seemed to harvest a special power in his hair, the longer it got the cuter and more boy next door he looked yet right now like this, he was intimidating but in the best way possible and all you could think about was feeling the back of his head under your fingers. The thought making you blush and you quietly coughed so you could speak to him without making a fool of yourself.
‘H-hi Mason. I heard you were back. How’s the recovery going?’
‘Yeah, fine thanks’ he nodded, chewing on his bottom lip as he still stared down at the floor. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him and his new look or the way his features seemed so much more prominent now. His cheek bones lifted and the the red patch of skin across his nose that you’d always secretly adored was even deeper than before. ‘You off then?’ He questioned quietly, and your heart thumped at the sound of his voice as he finally looked up to meet your gaze. It was unfair how good he looked, the freckles that washed over the tops of his cheeks making you want to reach out and touch him but you stood your ground so you could give him a coherent answer.
‘Yeah, just on my way out now’ you told him and he nodded his head whilst folding his arms.
‘Well, good luck with everything’ he breathed but before you had time to reply, he was walking passed you and off to get changed. You were about to call after him but figured there was no point. As much as he was a delight to everyone else, there seemed to be something about you that he couldn’t get on with. Choosing to keep his distance and only speaking to you when necessary which wasn’t very often. You wondered if you’d done something wrong to make him be like this with you but he’d always been standoffish from the start.
At first you thought it might of been nerves, but once you realised he was only like it with you, you figured you just weren’t his type of person. He was never rude, always giving you a small smile if you saw each other passing in the halls and holding doors open for you if you were around but you wished you’d of got to experience the Mason you saw around other people when he didn’t think you were watching.
You eventually made it to your car, setting the last of your things in the back seat before getting behind the wheel. You went to grab your phone to plug it into the charger but after rummaging around in your bag and realising it wasn’t there you huffed, trudging back inside as you remembered it was still plugged into the socket next to your desk.
After a quick chat in reception to explain why you were heading back in, you opened the door to find Mason sat at your desk, his elbows propped up with head in his hands but as soon as he heard the door creak, he turned to look your way, his glassy eyes staring into your soul as you both froze, not knowing what the other was doing there.
‘I thought you’d gone’ he panicked, standing up but freezing again as if he didn’t know what to do.
‘I forgot my phone’ you breathed, pointing to it sat on the side and he gulped as he looked at it. ‘Why are you in here?’ You questioned softly, carefully stepping towards him but you could see he was panicking and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. ‘Mase, talk to me’
He gulped at the use of his nickname, one you’d never called him to his face and you flushed when you realised. He dragged a hand over his face before looking at you again, his eyes now a little harder now as he looked for an escape route.
‘It doesn’t matter’ he mumbled attempting to walk passed you, but you shut the door and stood in front of it so he couldn’t get past and his brows furrowed a little at he looked at you. ‘What are you doing?’
‘You’re not leaving until you talk to me’
‘You can’t hold me prisoner here, y/n. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone’
‘As of an hour ago I’m no longer an employee, so there’s not much anyone can do’
‘Come on, just move’ he huffed, attempting to move you but you held your ground. ‘
‘No Mason, you need to tell me-‘
‘What’ he snapped, frustration pouring from him and he turned away from you to walk towards the window. ‘What do you want me to say?’
‘The truth. Why you were in here? And what I ever did to make you hate me whilst your at it’ you spat and he turned back to you full of shock and confusion as he took a few steps towards you.
‘I don’t hate you, why would you think that?’
‘Well you’ve never exactly been friendly with me’ you scoffed and he shut his eyes whist taking a deep breath at having been caught out. ‘I see how you are with everyone else and yeah you’re not a total dick with me but I know you avoid me when you can. Like this is probably the longest conversation we’ve ever had. It’s not exactly a nice felling’ you told him, a hint of hurt in your voice and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You didn’t know you were this upset by it but saying it out loud made you realise your were.
‘Don’t be so bloody stupid’ he snapped his eyes looking desperate and you were about to step out of the way but something inside you told you that you needed to know what he was doing in here. So you stood your ground even though you knew this might end badly. You knew he’d never hurt you but the crazed look in his eyes was egging you on. Thinking he was about to snap and you wanted answers. ‘What do you want me to say y/n? That I feel like a complete twat cause I couldn’t tell you how I really felt? That I can’t talk to you properly cause you make me nervous and I know if I spend time around you then I’ll fall for you? So I kept away from you cause it was against the rules? That I was sat in here cause it’s just hit me I’ve missed my chance and I wanted to feel close to you?’
You were shocked, your eyes growing wider as he laid all his cards on the table. Only realising he’d shared too much when it was too late. He stopped abruptly, his fingers interlocking behind his head as he turned away from you, muttering a a slew of curse words into the air.
‘If that’s the truth, then yeah I want you to say that’
‘Please, y/n. Don’t do this’
‘Fine’ you breathed, opening the door and stepping away. He clearly had some things he needed to work through and holding him hostage was just irritating him even more. You watched him vanish quickly out, biting your lip as your mood sunk even further. You didn’t want this to be your last memory of being here and you were annoyed at him for tainting it.
You grabbed your phone so you could get out of there as quickly as you could and not bump into him again. As soon as you we’re heading to the door, you saw him storming back in, his dark eyes set on you as he grabbed a hold of your face and crashed his lips into yours.
You became paralysed under his touch, his lips moving against yours but you were frozen for a few seconds until yours finally began moving against him. The sound of him kicking the door shut made you jump slightly as your hands traveled to his chest, feeling his heart thrum against your fingers but he walked you backwards until your legs hit the desk behind you.
He lifted you by your thighs and you squealed as you were plonked down, never once taking his lips from yours as he kissed you with all he had. You were unsure at first as to why you were kissing him back, but you knew deep down this is what you were longing from him. Yeah friends would be nice but you’d craved this sort of contact with him from the second you saw him. His new haircut wasn’t exactly helping the situation and with it seemed to of bought a new sense of dominance to him.
You moaned into mouth as he brushed his tongue against yours, the kiss still messy and desperate as your hands traveled down his body and dipped under his shirt. Your palms laid flat on his abs and felt them tense under your touch as he moaned into your mouth before pulling away.
‘Do you trust me?’ He breathed into your mouth as his hands moved to grip you at your waist before his lips trailed down your neck. Did you trust him? When you thought about it, you’re barely knew him but you were too caught up in whatever was happening right now to ruin it so you nodded. He smiled into your neck before helping down and moving you to then hidden area of your office.
That was one thing you’d miss about this office, the L shape of it meant there was a small section hidden out the way when you first walked in and you always used it to your advantage. Keeping a mini fridge and a small sofa there for cheeky afternoon naps. Currently only the latter was there and Mason looked ready to use this to his advantage.
You weren’t sure what was happening so you tugged on the hand he was holding to get him to stop and he turned to face you. His eyes were wild, his cheeks flushed as he started you down with parted lips. You were about to ask him what he was doing when he grabbed your hand before placing it on his crotch. You could feel him hard as a rock underneath your touch and you sucked in a deep breath as your heart hammered at the contact.
‘You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?’ He questioned, his voice low and rough, his words causing your thighs to clench together. ‘Like you said, you’re no longer an employee now, so we’re both safe’
‘Mason’ you breathed, a slight panic in your voice as it was now clear he wanted to fuck you in your office. He face softened at the sound, as he moved your hand away from his bulge and placed it over his heart instead, cupping your jaw as he looked at you intently.
‘Tell me to stop and I will’ he mumbled but you were way past that. The only thing in your mind was having whatever he was hiding in his boxers buried inside you, so you shook your head and he gave you a devilish smile. ‘Good choice’ he teased as you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.
He slipped his hands around your waist and pulled you in front of him so he could guide you to where he wanted you, his bulge now pressing into the back of you and your tummy flipped at the feeling. Once you were at the sofa, he pushed you forward again with his hips so you were forced to kneel on it, facing the wall as you held the back for support and you felt his hands dip under your top to stroke your waist.
‘Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined being locked in here with you, bending you over this sofa just like now and fucking the life out of you’ he growled and the shock of his words made your knees weak but you were thankful for the fact you were already being held up by the sofa.
Mason had only been in your office a handful of times in the ten or so months you’d been working at Chelsea, but you remembered the first time like it was yesterday. He’d come with Chilly and you were giving them a little tour. You’d managed to get the sofa in that morning so you were showing it off but Mason seemed in his own little world like usual however thinking back you could now tell from the flushed face and lack of eye contact that he was imagining what he could do with you on there.
‘Or how many times I’ve thought about sitting here watching you between my legs with my dick in your mouth. You drive me insane’ he told you, pulling flush against him as he spoke into your ear. You loved how rough he was being with you, but his hands were still gentle and it was sending you nuts. The thought of tasting him made your eyes roll back in your head and you were willing so say or do anything at this moment to make that happen, so you pressed back into him further which made him whimper and drop his head into your shoulder.
‘Let’s start with that then’ you murmured and he held you tighter and seemed to shiver at your words. He didn’t say anything else, just helped you back off the before taking a seat in the middle and standing you between his thighs so he could start to undress you. ‘Wait’ you said in a panic and he stopped what he was doing instantly. His hands flying back to hold up beside his head as if in surrender.
You quickly dashed across the room to shut the blinds, and then over to the the door to lock it before returning to him, a cheeky smile dressed on your face as he’s looked up at you with wide and nervous eyes.
‘Just wanted to be safe’ you winked before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and whisking it off in one swift motion. You heard him breathe out heavily and he bit his lip to take you in, thankful you’d worn a nice bra that day. You felt his hands grab you at your waist to pull you in a bit closer to him, leaving kisses all over your ribs as you attempted to get out of your joggers and once you’d kicked them across the room he watched his eyes flicker all over you. ‘Like what you see?’
‘Always have’ he told you before getting up to take his hoodie and top off together. You looked at him in awe as he moved, the muscles flexing under his skin making you feel hot all over, his prominent collar bones and bulging arms making you want you reach out and kiss all over his body. ‘Like what you see?’ he winked, repeating your words before tugging his joggers off too and you waited till he was up looking at you again before answering.
‘Always have’
With that, his lips were on you again, and you could feel his burning skin touching yours causing you to whimper into his mouth. He pulled off you with a smile, your lip between his teeth and it snapped back into place as he let go.
‘Sit down for me’ you whispered seductively, pushing on his chest lightly so he’d collapse onto the sofa before you could straddle his thighs and bring him in for another heated kiss. The feel of his hands on your skin was driving you wild and it wasn’t long before you were pushing yourself up so you could slip between his legs.
‘Y/n, are you sure?’ You heard Mason whisper as you reached up to the waistband of his boxers in order to free him.
‘I’m sure’ you told him and you watched him gulp as he lifted his hips to help you out, his impressive length slapping against his abdomen made your mouth water and you couldn’t wait to give him what he wanted.
All thoughts of arguments or not getting on we’re out the window as you took a hold of him in your hand, the breathy moan tumbling from his lips only spurring you on as you finally wrapped your lips around him.
‘Jesus Christ, y/n’ he whimpered, his hands trying to fist the sofa cushions but he couldn’t get a grip on anything. In the end you took his hands and placed them on your head so he could lace his fingers through your hair and he waisted no time in doing just that. He didn’t try and move your head at all, just kept your hair out of the way as you slowly took him in deeper, feeling his thigh muscles flutter under your fingers. ‘Fuck you’re so good at that’
You slowly pulled off of him whilst your hand took over, pumping him lazily as you looked up at him through your lashes. He looked so beautiful, his pouty lips were slightly parted and he started down at you, the bridge of his nose and cheeks a healthy pink and it was only getting deeper the more you turned him on.
‘Please’ he whispered, his hips bucking up into your hand you you smiled at him lightly. ‘Please baby, I need to feel your mouth around me’
You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head before leaning forward to take him back in your mouth, your eyes on him the whole time and you could tell he was struggling to keep his composure as you tried you hardest to make him feel good, but he next time you were coming back up for air he was pushing you off of him so he could help you up.
‘Kneel back up here for me’ he whispered, planting your knees on on the cushions as he jumped up and settled behind you. He gripped the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down until they were halfway down your thighs before getting on his knees behind you. ‘You’re dripping’ he laughed before you heard him let out a breath, licking one long stripe against you whilst moaning and kissing over the backs of your thighs but a knock on the door made you both stop in your tracks.
Panicked, you both froze in silence. Breaths held in as you waited for a sign to move and the eventual sound of footsteps retreating made you let your breath out and look down to Mason with a panicked expression.
‘Mason-’
‘I know I know. But I’m not leaving here without fucking you. We’ll be quick yeah’ he told you, standing up and gripping your bum so he could spread you out a little further for him. ‘Just relax’ He didn’t give you a chance to protest, not that you were planning on it, pushing himself in and out of you slowly until you started to moan a bit louder and he picked his pace up.
‘God Mase, keep going’ you breathed gripping onto the back of the sofa for dear life before he pulled you up and against his body, on arm around your waist and the other dipping in between your legs so he could tease your clit and get you further along the line.
You had nothing to hold onto eventually throwing your arm back to grip the back of his head whilst you held onto his other arm as he ploughed into you as quick as he could. It wasn’t how you’d imagined your first time with Mason, not that you ever thought there would be one, but he was hot and sweaty and you were more turned on than you ever could remember being. Drops of sweat dripping down your skin as his lips placed heavy kisses on your neck.
‘Come on baby, I need you to cum for me. I promise next time I’ll go slower’ he groaned, but you didn’t need much more convincing, the promise of next time tipping you over the edge and the feel of you pulsing around him made Mason finish just seconds after, his head buried in your neck as he tried to stifle his moans but you relished them, secretly proud that you could make him feel that way. ‘Right, plan of action. We quickly get dressed, you leave the way you came and I’ll head the long way round and leave out the side door yeah? Then I’ll meet you in the car park’
‘What if they ask what took me so long?’
‘I don’t know, say you had to take a personal call or something. That’s why the door was locked’
‘You’re sneaky’ you laughed but it quickly turned into a gasp as he started pulling out of you, wiping you clean with his boxers before putting his joggers back on with nothing underneath. You got dressed as quickly as you could, adjusting your hair in the reflection in the window before you both set off. Mason giving you a quick kiss before you went your separate ways and you fretted the whole way back about lying to the reception staff to the point your face was blood red by the time you got there.
Thankfully they believed your story, giving you one final good bye before you you raced back to your car. Mason already putting his stuff in his boot a few cars down but he soon wondered over to see you.
‘Do you wanna follow me back to mine maybe? Unless you have plans or something?’
‘No I’d like that’ you smiled, nudging his shoulder gently before you both got into your cars and drove off. Thankfully Mason lived a lot closer than you did and you parked up next to his car when you arrived before he took you inside. There was big smile on his face as he walked you through to the kitchen and you felt yourself being a little awkward about everything. Just over an hour ago the boy in front of you couldn’t bare to be around you and now you were at his house after you’d had a quickie your old office. You were overwhelmed and he picked up on it pretty quickly, directing you over the the sofa and sitting down facing you so you could speak but nothing seemed to be coming out of your mouth.
‘Is everything okay?’ He asked tentatively
‘Yeah sorry just a bit overwhelmed’ you laughed. ‘We seem to of gone from 1 to 100 pretty quickly’
‘Yeah I guess I’ve got some explaining to do’ he chuckled, brushing his hand over the top of his head and you had to restrain yourself so you didn’t reach out and touch it too.
‘Did I ever do anything to-‘
‘No no’ he interrupted, tentatively reaching for your hand and you let him link your fingers together.
‘What happened then?’
‘I didn’t mean it’ he whispered, cautiously getting closer to you until he was sat right next to you. You heart was hammering and you willed your tears to stay in your eyes. His other hand touched your arm as if to comfort you as he let out a soft sigh, your eyes searching his sad ones to figure out what you should say to each other. ‘Sorry, y/n. It was never intentional. I’d hate for you to think I didn’t like you cause I do’ he told you softly, almost as if he was admitting it to himself as well as you and in return you offered him a small smile. ‘I think it’s just I didn’t want you to like me’
‘Why not?’
‘Cause I knew if you did then I wouldn’t be able to keep away from you and I didn’t want to jeopardise anything for you. I know you love your job and you’re so good at it so I didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t have it. Seems like that’s happening anyway though’ he sighed in disappointment as he rubbed circles in your hand. ‘I feel like I drove you away’
‘You’re not why i left, Mase’ you told him, cupping his jaw to hopefully get him to look at you and you felt your heart hammer when he finally did. His dark brown orbs staring straight through to your soul and you both gave each other a small smile. ‘I’m only up the road. And it’s not like it’s another football team. I’m still a Chelsea girl’
‘I guess I could learn to like cricket’ he huffed, pulling you into his lap where you both just sat in each others arms for a little while. Finally gaining the courage to reach up and brush your hand over the back of his head, feeling just the way you imagined it would and you smiled as you heard him hum into your neck. You chuckled when you saw the dimple pop in his cheek, thinking this was probably the first time you’d been the reason for it.
‘Hey, Mase? Why did you cut all your hair off?’
‘I get hot in the summer if it’s too long’ he laughed before looking at you shyly. ‘Why, do you not like it?’
‘Quite the opposite, I think it’s very sexy’ you winked, causing him to blush and look away before turning back to you with a sparkle in his eye.
‘Is that so?’ He asked and you just nodded whilst biting your lip seductively. ‘How about I take you upstairs and show you how sexy I’ve always found you? Properly this time, I barely got to taste you before’ he whispered against your lips, drawing circles on your thigh and even though you’d had him not that long ago you were itching for more so you nodded before kissing him quickly to let him know you were ready. He surprised you by throwing you over his shoulder, your laugh ringing throughout his halls as he made his way up to his room.
Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you thought as it really helps motivate me to want to write more 🩷
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watermelon sugar, highhhh.
part two of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles
no strings attached masterlist & main masterlist xxx
authors note part two baby, enjoy! i hope you all like it i'm still a bit iffy about it! gif creds to original owner. BTW THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES KISSES TO U ALL I APPRECIATE ALL THE REBLOGS AND LIKES XX (i can't believe the amount of likes fr!)
brief description basically why harry wrote watermelon sugar high, in my head at least anyway. ;)))
warnings! mentions of sex and sexual themes, smut! (f! receiving, fingering) drug abuse (reader doesn't participate), and swearing. around 5k words :)
inexperienced!virgin!reader x high!fwb!harry
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It had been a few weeks since she last saw Harry. She had been avoiding the whole situation completely. If someone asked her she’d deny avoiding him. But whenever she shut her eyes all she saw was him, those green eyes. So he wasn’t forgotten.
Y/n was absolutely ruined that evening. After her long day of lectures, she was so overwhelmed this week and was not feeling her best. She felt like giving up and taking a nap. She had only just gotten home from uni and it was dark outside, she felt like she hadn’t stopped all week. So she was thankful it was a Friday because she didn’t know what she’d do if she had to get up tomorrow morning. She decided to take a long shower and wash the day off her skin and warm up. It had been a long cold and rainy day. She just wanted to get cosy and relax. Get out of this bra, these clothes.
When she got out of the shower smelling fresh and feeling warm, she decided to order Italian for dinner from the local place near her and have a quiet night in, she couldn’t be bothered to cook.
The group had invited her out tonight but she was so tired she couldn’t be bothered. Anyway, Harry was going and she wasn’t ready to face him just yet. Things had been different ever since New Year’s. She felt different around him, and she didn’t know what that would mean for their friendship. She valued it so much and was worried she’d ruined it. She didn’t know what to do.
She called up the Italian place for dinner while scrolling through Netflix. She sighed, sadly. She felt so stupid right now.
She ordered enough food to fill up her rumbling stomach and pressed play on an all-time favourite comfort movie of hers. Notting Hill. God, she loved Hugh Grant. Harry used to make fun of how much she would watch this when they were roommates and honestly he wasn’t wrong. She watched it more than the average person, but was that such a crime?
She had gotten about a third of the way into the film when her phone buzzed on the table. She rarely got texts anymore, especially considering she only really talked to Daisy by text. She just called everyone else. She was expecting a drunk selfie from Daisy saying how sad she was sad that Y/n wasn’t there. But it wasn’t her.
NO CALLER ID
Y/n why didn’t you come out tonight? I miss you.
She was confused about who it could be. It had to be one of her mates. But seriously she had all their numbers. So who was this?
who is this?
The text was read instantly. Then three dots. Y/n’s heart weirdly began to race.
NO CALLER ID
It’s H.
Obviously.
Who else are you texting at this hour, missy???
She giggled. He must be drunk, he was always like this when he was drunk. Even though she had been avoiding him; he was like a breath of fresh air. She had missed him. She now realised in the two years he had been away from her she had missed him, too much to let him go.
u drunk haz?
bc u sound drunk.
The text was again read instantly.
NO CALLER ID
I’m not drunk! How dare you!1!!!1
i don’t believe you harold.
NO CALLER ID
:((((((
Y/nnnnnnnnnn
why you sad?
NO CALLER ID
I want you.
what does that mean H?
Read. Then suddenly the replies stopped. Y/n felt stupid all over again but after ten minutes of checking, she put her phone down and tried to focus on the film. She was kind of worried though, was he okay?
Thoughts of him disappeared as the food arrived.
She ate slowly and sluggishly while Notting Hill continued to play. It was now up to the bit where naked photos of her had just been realised and she came rushing to Hugh Grant’s aid. She liked this part, it was so intimate and romantic.
Her tiredness got the best of her though, her full belly and the warmth that her fireplace gave her sent her right off to dreamland. Notting Hill continued to play while she curled up under her old knitted blanket. Soft snores escaped her mouth as the fire crackled.
When she woke up it was probably around two am. She was startled and in the dark, Notting Hill was over, the fire had turned to coals, and the rain had turned to thunder. There was a banging at the door. She thought in her fuzzy mind it might be Daisy or even Miss Jones from next door who was an old lady that always thought Y/n was being loud. She sighed walking over to the door and opening it. Rubbing her eyes. Preparing for either a drunk best mate or an angry old woman.
It was neither of the people she expected. Sleep was still with her, eyes squinted and sore, and her voice was gravelly and quiet when she spoke.
“Harry?”
He was smirking, of course, dimples and all. Eyes all hooded and sultry, he looked edible like this.
His hair was wet but his clothes were dry except for the tops of his shoulders. He was in a 70s ensemble. This orangey red shaded v-neck jumper was on his chest, some dark wash vintage flares on his legs, and some old white boots. His eyes were red and he was obviously under the influence. Of what? Well, she’d soon find out.
“Can I come in?” He asked. She nodded stepping out of the way. Even though things were different the love for him was still there, she’d have let him in her door no matter what, and she would always be at his beck and call. That’s what scared her.
“Cute shorts.” He said touching her hip, Y/n blushed up at him.
They were these old bunny print ones that were too small but she refused to throw them out. She was wearing the bunny slippers that matched too and some shirt that she actually thinks was Harry’s back from when they were roommates. It was navy and so worn it had faded.
He stepped inside. She could smell the potent scent of weed and his cologne. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve ‘ad some spliffs tonight. But I wanted to see you regardless. This just sorta’ happened, y’know how James and I get when we are together.”
Y/n did know. The number of times she’d have to help him get to bed way back when.
“Haz darling, I’m going to go home,” Y/n said softly. He was sat on the couch, high as a kite.
“What? Why?” He sat up now. Hand reaching hers.
She smiled. “Not really in the mood tonight, Haz. That’s okay though. Stay, have fun with James. Be safe, yeah?”
He stood up, all wobbly. She helped him steady himself. “Don’t go. Please?”
He got really affectionate and soft when he was high. She’d noticed that. Drunk Harry was all loud laughs and chaos. This scintillating star. High Harry was mellow and touchy. Like a teddy bear.
“‘M tired though, H.”
He grabbed his coat from the couch. “Then I’ll come too.”
She sighed pouting softly. “Not trying to ruin your fun, I know how you and James are.”
“You aren’t. Promise. Take me home please.” He said grabbing her hand. She smiled up at him.
“Okay.”
“I love you, you know.” He said resting his head on her hair. “Y’one of m’best friends.”
“I love you too, Harry. Always.”
“Okay.” She said softly and he followed her to the couch, which was still warm from her sleeping body.
He put a hand on her thigh it was warm and soft to his touch, and he stroked it to calm them both. There was a nervous energy in the room, which was rare for them. It had always been calm and tranquil when they were together.
“Sorry for waking y’up.” He said, genuinely seeming apologetic.
“It’s alright, Haz. What’s up?” She had a feeling about what he’d say next.
He sighed. “I know we said we’d forget it, but I can’t. I really can’t.”
“It was supposed to be no strings attached…” Y/n said quietly. Because she thought that’s what he wanted.
He looked over. “I know. That’s why I came here.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked down at his hands nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about the whole one-night-only thing.”
“Go on….” She turned her body to face him, eyes glued to his handsome face.
“I want to be with you like that again. I want more than just that night Y/n. It's driving me mad. I want you so fucking bad.” He said waiting for a response, nervous.
She could tell he was high, but she could also tell he was telling the truth. He didn’t tend to lie when he was high. “Like friends with benefits?”
“Yeah sure….only if you want to though. I got the impression that you regretted the other night, but if there’s even the slightest chance you might want this. I need to know. If you don’t, well, at least I’ll know. It’s the not knowing that’s making me crazy, Love.”
She put her hand on top of his giving it a squeeze. “I don’t regret it, H. How could I regret you? I just- I don’t know how I’m supposed to be around you now.”
He laughed a short laugh leaning into her side. “Just be yourself Y/n.”
“Easier said than done.”
He just shook his head at her.
“It’s a deal.”
Harry’s head snapped over, eyes wide and heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. “What?”
She laughed, throwing her head back. “I want to. I really do, but you know we can’t do anything tonight, right?”
His smile quickly turned into a big pout. Hair falling over his eyes. “What? Why?”
“You are unbelievably high. Look at those pupils!” She jested hands resting on his cheeks as she looked into his eyes. There was hardly any green left in them.
“They always get like that when I’m with you.” He leaned closer to show her them. The green had been swallowed by black, his long eyelashes fluttering. His eyelids had gone all swollen from smoking.
She rolled her eyes at him pushing his head gently away. “Shut up. You really are terribly charming. It’s annoying Harold, you know that?”
“Why’s that?” He smiled hands rubbing her thighs. Her soft plump skin was soothing to play with. His hands were calloused but still soft against her.
“I feel like one of your fangirls. Seriously. Speaking of which, we better keep this a secret shouldn’t we?” She put her legs to rest on his lap. His hand stroked her shin gently, relaxing into the couch. He leaned back against the couch, feeling calm.
He cocked his head. “Why?”
“You’re a rockstar. I’m just some random from Holmes Chapel. I reckon your fans will go crazy.”
He frowned. “They know who you are already but just for our privacy, I think so. It’s hard being under the spotlight. I don’t want your privacy taken from you just because of me. People who I’m seeing or any girl really get a lot of hate, I don’t want that to happen to you.”
She nodded, letting silence fill the space.
“Can I eat you out now?” He said abruptly.
She laughed in shock her face turning bright red as she laughed loudly. “No.”
He pouted like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “I just wanna taste you.”
He knew how to get her all riled up. She hated it, he really was good at everything he did. Proving all previous fantasies to be correct.
“Harry, we can’t. It’d be taking advantage.” She replied, knowing she wanted him more than anything right now.
“Of who? Me? It doesn’t matter how sober, drunk, or high I am Y/n ’m still gonna’ want to eat yeh' out so bad.”
She laughed shyly getting up. She had never been so openly wanted, he made her feel sexy. It was a strange feeling because her whole life she had been told she was anything but. Especially because she'd gone this long being a virgin. “Let’s just sleep. Maybe when your sober, okay?”
He pouted again, grabbing her extended hand as she helped him find her room. His arms wrapped around her shoulders across her chest as he followed, feet heavy on the rug.
Her bedroom was chilly when they stepped inside. He clung to her for a moment his nose brushing against her neck, lips grazing her skin. “S’cold in here.”
“Yeah.” She replied, feeling goosebumps arise. She didn’t know if it was the cold or Harry who made her feel that way.
He began to take off his clothes until he was just in boxers she was gonna offer him some clothes but he didn’t seem to care about being naked near her.
She stared at the art that was his body. She hadn’t had much chance to ogle him when they were together last. She noticed the new tattoos, itching to touch them, and ask about them but she refrained.
The tanned skin and rippling muscles, the whisps of hair on his chest, the snail trail on his navel. He was just fucking gorgeous.
“You're staring.” He said. She chose to ignore him, which only made him laugh at her.
She lifted the blankets for him. They were different sheets from last time. These were pink and Harry recognised them from when they were roommates.
“In you get.”
He jumped in childishly and she joined him.
Her window was slightly ajar so they could hear the rain bucketing down, it was loud but peaceful. He curled into her back. His hand slid onto her stomach underneath her shirt as he pressed her closer to him, soaking up her warmth.
“G’night, love.”
“Night Harry. Sweet dreams.” She replied.
He kissed her neck. “Trust me, they will be very sweet.”
Harry was an early riser, he always had been. He loved the mornings. Even when they were roommates and he’d been out partying he’d still get up earlier than Y/n. She on the other hand hated mornings, she always got so grumpy and if he could he avoided waking her up at all costs.
Even after his late night yesterday, he was still the first up of them both. It was around half past six, and the rain was still heavy and coming down. He sighed peacefully, Y/n was still curled up at his side soft breaths escaping her mouth. She looked so peaceful in his arms.
They’d barely moved all night, the last thing he remembered was her by his side tracing his tattoos with her fingers. Her leg was thrown over his hips and her arms were still clinging to his body. He could stay like this forever. He was kind of foggy after last night, he’d forgotten he’d come all the way over here, but it was a pleasant surprise to have her there next to him.
She moved quite a bit in her sleep, he’d always known that about her. She began to squirm a bit shifting her hips against his side, thigh rubbing over his boxers. “Mm.” She groaned, and he watched her to see if she was awake. But nothing.
She kept wriggling against him, and against his own will, he felt his boxers grow tighter. He sighed, holding in a laugh at the thought of last night. It’s honestly the only thing that had been on his mind for days, which probably made him sound like a horny old bastard, but he’d never felt like that before except with Y/n. All she’d done was give him a blowjob and he’d had enough of those to know how it goes.
He’d even started a song about this feeling. It was in the works, but he had to laugh at himself. It was about the female orgasm. Or as he called it “the sweetness in life.” He really couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the idea once again.
His tongue, her. How perfect would it be? Like art being made.
He felt her start to make more noise beside him, pulling him out of his filthy thoughts.
“H?” She whispered groggily, voice hoarse.
He looked down. “Hi, petal.”
She rumbled a groan, stretching her arms out her shirt riding up revealing her tummy. “What time is it?” He reminded her of a cat, all stretched out like that.
“I dunno, early though. Probably sixish.” He replied, hand rubbing her back. “How’d you sleep?”
“I can’t focus on what you just said when your dicks hard sticking into me,” She teased, “Can you start again?”
He laughed cheeks going a bit pink. “Sorry, I would’ve moved you but you are not the happiest in the mornings, I wanted to keep my head from being bitten off.”
She rolled her eyes ignoring that comment. “How long have you been awake?”
“A little while.” His eyes hadn’t moved off her face the entire time.
“How’d you sleep?”
He pulled her closer, one hand on her lower back and the other on her thigh. She could really feel him now. It made this whole thing seem real. This was the first time they’d been like this when they were sober. Her confidence felt smaller and weaker. The tequila was what gave her the courage to get with him in the first place.
“Perfectly.”
She just nodded trying not to focus on his achingly hard cock sticking into her. The feel of him already had her giddy. “Good. Can I make you a tea or coffee? You hungry?”
She was about to get up but he grabbed her. “‘M ravenous,”
She innocently started to list off what she had for food in her flat. “Well I have some toast, I can make pancakes, and I have cheerios—”
“You’re so cute, Y/n.”
She cocked her head. “Uh- Thanks?”
He kissed her hairline, “I haven’t forgotten our conversation from last night. Have you?”
She blushed, finally realising what he was insinuating. “No. How could I forget that?”
“Can I kiss you?”
She nodded, moving her face close to his, and their noses brushed softly.
As he leaned forward she could feel his warm breath on her face. He pecked her lips softly at first pulling back to kiss her nose too, then one of her rosy cheeks. Before finally placing his lips on hers firmer this time. It was deep and slow, with no urgency in it. He wanted to take his time and enjoy waking up with such an opportunity in front of him.
He wanted her like this every morning.
Y/n knew she’d never had a boyfriend let alone a friends-with-benefits before this. The most she’d done is kiss a few dates or strangers in a bar. But for some reason, she felt this was rather intimate for two people who claimed to be just friends who have just sex.
What drew the line between friends who are fucking and people dating? Is the fact they slept together and cuddled up all night something more than friends do? Or is it all part of this whole deal they had, did that just come with it? She had no idea, and she wondered if Harry was like this with everyone he slept with casually. She had to admit sometimes she got sad when she saw how he made everyone feel special. It made her feel just like any other girl he’d been with. When he was far from anything she’d ever experienced and honestly she’d probably compare every other boy to him after this.
That’s what scared her.
And then of course she thought that if she wasn’t so inexperienced maybe she’d be calmer about the whole casual thing. But Y/n didn’t do casual. She was all or nothing. But if Harry wanted casual she’d do it. She’d do more for him than she cared to admit.
The kiss grew fierier and that felt more like the first time they were together — it was all tongues and teeth. He began to roll on top of her, pressing his hard cock against her and her yearning for him grew even stronger. She honestly thought herself pathetic for how wet he made her, they’d done practically nothing and already her heart was beating fast, her chest heaving against his.
His hands slid up under her shirt massaging her tits gently, as he began to kiss her neck. The hickey he’d left last had faded now which gave him the motivation to do another and who was she to tell him no? Her hands were in his hair massaging him as she sighed contently. Letting out moans every few seconds from the pleasure his touch brought.
How did he already know her body so well? It was like he could read her mind. And yet every move he made seemed so effortless.
“Take it off.” Y/n sighed gesturing to her shirt. Harry didn’t need to be told twice, he ripped it off and throwing somewhere neither cared to look as his mouth roamed along the peaks of her tits, nipples suddenly hard. Her back arched up to his hot, wet mouth.
His tongue swiped along them and Y/n whined needily, her hands now on his shoulders as her hips bucked up. He sucked just below one of them, leaving a mark Y/n knew she’d touch whenever she thought of him after this. His hands were on her waist fiddling with the waistband of her very small shorts. He kissed down her stomach and on her hip tattoo.
“When’d ya’ get this lil’ number?” He asked, moving the shorts to reveal a small yet noticeable tattoo. It was a little moth kind of similar to the one on Harry but smaller.
“I got it with Daisy on a whim one night. I actually used you as inspiration. I didn’t know what else to get. I’ve always loved your tattoos.”
His heart swelled and he kissed it. “It’s sexy.” She smiled, face all pink, eyes soft.
“Can I touch you, Harry?”
He shook his head and she frowned confused. “Why not?”
“Because I want this to be about you.” He replied.
She pouted at him reaching for his hand.
“Don’t give me that, be good f’me and let me make y’feel good Petal.” He said tapping it away.
“Okay, I’ll be good.”
He said. “Atta girl.”
She felt her stomach twist in want. “You can take those off too.”
So he did. He had an inkling she hadn’t any undies under there and his theory was proven correct.
“Sorry I didn’t shave, I didn’t know this would happen.” He looked up at her, his fingertips gliding up her inner thigh.
“Don’t be silly, Y/n.”
Harry constantly raised her standards every second.
“Don’t boys get repulsed by hair?” She asked.
He laughed staring right at her dripping hole, his eyes looked hungry, lips slightly parted. “Yeah exactly, boys. Not real men. I firmly believe men who care don’t actually like pussy. I love pussy, what’s a little hair anyway?”
“I guess m’ just nervous, H.” She replied, looking away.
He stopped, hands freezing. “D’ya want me to stop?”
Her hands moved from her stomach to his cheeks, stubble grazing her hands. “No,” She said faster than she had wanted to, which actually made him smirk. “I just- What if I do it wrong?”
“How can you do anything wrong? You just have to let me take care of you. Relax, Love. It’s just me.”
“Just Harry,” She confirmed and he kissed her thigh. She felt the stubble graze her and felt her pussy throb deeply. She was yearning for him.
“Tell me if y’want me to stop, okay?”
She nodded. “I will.”
He lifted her legs up placing them on his muscular shoulders, pulling her close by her hips. Every single touch and movement of his was teasing and getting her so worked up she was about ready to beg him for it. His breath was making her squirm against his face when he finally decided to kiss her puffy clit which was swollen in arousal. She was taken back to New Year’s when she kissed the tip of his throbbing dick. All pink and slick.
She let out a heavy breath shutting her eyes. One of his hands found hers and she held it, stroking her thumb over his knuckles in encouragement because she was worried her voice would be too shaky. Without further hesitation, his warm tongue lapped up all the wetness dripping down her pretty pussy.
She whimpered. Was it supposed to feel this good?
He started to suck on her clit, lapping it up over and over. The noise of what he was doing to her was pure filth. Her hand was in his hair tugging at it as she cried out. She tried to stop her hips from squirming but it felt so good.
“Fuck, Harry.” She said letting out a shakey breath when his tongue started licking her wet hole.
She gave his hair a particular rough tug and he grunted against her. The vibrations made her whine.
She felt his free hand move against her pussy fingertips tracing up his spit and her slick. Before he began to tease her some more. The tip of his middle finger slid in ever so slightly, her hips leaning into the touch before he pulled away again. He was still harshly sucking her clit, and Y/n couldn’t help but whimper.
“Harry, please.”
He looked up at her from his position. His eyes met hers as he greedily lapped her up. His finger went in slightly further reaching halfway before he pulled away again. She threw her head back in defeat. He wanted her to beg.
“Please, H. I want you so bad.” She said, shutting her eyes.
She felt him pull back for a brief second. “These kinds of things can’t be rushed, Babe.”
She sighed, he was taking his time with her, enjoying every sound that came from her swollen lips. The noise of her slick, dripping pussy against his mouth. The sweet tangy taste of her. Those hands of hers that ran through his hair and tugged when he did something particularly good. He was going to make sure she was satisfied.
He went straight back to it. This time his finger went all the way, knuckle deep, as he grazed that spot that made her scream. He heard her whisper, “Fucking hell.”
He pulled his finger out again. His tongue and lips still working hard against her puffy sensitive clit. She couldn’t contain her moans. They turned on Harry so much that every few seconds he found himself humping against the bed for some relief.
Her hips bucked up, her thighs squeezing his head unintentionally. He made her so riled up she could barely control her body. Her legs were already shaking from the pleasure.
When his finger slipped in the next time it stayed. She sighed contently as he began to thrust against her walls that tightened around him every few seconds. His rhythm wasn’t fast or sloppy it was slow but hard. A steady rhythm. They curled inside her and each time he hit that spongey spot and sucked her clit just right her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Harry,” She begin to chant like a mantra over and over which only egged him on more and more.
She could feel her stomach begin to tighten, and her hands came up to play with her tits. Kneading them and pinching her nipples. The wave of her orgasm snuck up on her, her back arching and her hands finding Harry’s free hand on her thigh to squeeze in a warning.
“Fuck! I’m cumming!” She cried out.
Harry felt her clench like a vice on his fingers as she got wetter and wetter. He felt it drip down his wrist as she whimpered. Her thighs clenched against his wrist as she writhed uncontrollably beneath him. His tongue and finger didn’t stop though. He looked up through hooded eyes at her gorgeous face.
Her hair was fanned out above her head, tossed back, mouth agape in an o shape, and her cheeks were all flushed and pink. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed out. “Ah! Fuck!”
When she started to come down from the peak of her orgasm Harry continued helping her ride it out. She thought he would stop, she was so whimpery and sensitive.
“Got another one in ya’?” He asked, looking up.
“Maybe.”
That was enough for him to keep going. He slipped another finger inside her, he started speeding up now.
“Look at you, so good f’me.” He said, his voice all gravelly.
She whimpered pathetically, squirming. Already feeling a building in her stomach.
“All spread out, ruined, taking me like a good girl. Such a good girl.” Y/n clenched against his fingers at that comment.
“Jesus, Harry. You’ll be, ah, the death of me.” She replied.
He just laughed at her. Starting to speed up his thrusts.
Y/n let her eyes flutter shut as she felt her second orgasm start to wash over her and she sighed. This time it felt even more intense than the first, her toes curled and her hands gripped the sheets. She felt a wild deep sensation inside her. “Oh, god. ‘M cumming.”
It washed through her entire body, pure pleasure overcoming her. When she opened her eyes she saw these black spots, her hearing stopped for a second and she let out a loud mewling carnal whimper. Harry was mesmerised by the sight in front of him. If he could he would do this all day.
When her body went limp he slowly pulled his fingers out and she suddenly felt so empty.
“You okay?” He asked softly.
She opened her eyes, naked chest heaving. “Your…tongue…fuck.”
He giggled.
“Kiss me, please.”
He placed a peck on her lips, brushing some hair from her face.
“Thank you.” She whispered, fingers brushing his jaw.
“No, thank you, Y/n. Been dyin’ to do that for weeks.”
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Life Twist 01 | JJK
⏤banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣
⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren't expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.
⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader
⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK's noona)
⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language
⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 5k+
⏤ author's note❧ I just wanted to state that this is the first time I write a fic - so bear with me, please 😌 - also just as an FYI, I don't have an specific schedule to update since you know.. adult life hahaha but I'm already working on next chapter. I love this story and I hope you get to love it as much as I do 💜
You were finishing unpacking your clothes when your phone started to ring, you smiled seeing that your screen was flashing with Chris’s name on it. Christian – aka Chris – has been your best friend since you were 15, you met him during your high school years through acquaintances and you clicked immediately.
You both feel like you’re each other’s soulmate but of course only in a platonic way, although a lot of people tend to misinterpret and think that there’s more to your friendship. It’s hard for people to understand that a woman and a man can be just friends without any sexual desires but to be honest at this point of your life you don’t care about what others might think of your relationship with your best friend.
‘Hey y/n, finished unpacking yet?’ asks your best friend with his chirpy tone as soon as you pick up the call
‘Hey Chris, ughhhhh no... still working on it, but I promise I’m making progress, I finished with almost every room of the apartment, I’m cleaning up in my bedroom right now. I think by tomorrow I might have everything in order’ you say while biting your lip and looking at your clothes scattered all over the new assembled bed, I mean... at least it doesn’t look any more like a tornado came through your window
‘I told you I could’ve helped you; you can be so stubborn sometimes’ you hear your friend sigh and although you can’t see him you know he’s shaking his head at you
‘No no…You’ve already helped me enough, if it wasn’t for you, I would never had the balls to move to another country – so take a rest of me, bestie’ And that is totally true, he had helped you with all the immigration bureaucracy, he also basically got your new apartment. While you were still at your native country, he went on apartment hunting and showed you the different options you had through videocalls, gave you tons of tips so you wouldn't miss anything while moving to another country since he had experience in that area. After all, he had moved to Seoul 2 years prior to you.
‘You would’ve done the same for me, we both know that!’ you smile while hearing your friend because you know that’s also true, you both would do anything for each other without hesitating.
He doesn’t give you the chance to respond anything and keeps going: ‘Anyways, I was actually calling you to invite you to a birthday party tonight – it’s Jackson’s birthday, remember I told you about him? He’s that friend that works at my gym. We were talking today, and I might have slipped that you moved to Seoul recently and he told me to invite you, he really wants to meet you’
‘Me? Why would he want to meet me?’ you respond with a surprised tone
‘According to Jackson’s words and I quote: he is really curious to get to know the only girl I’ve retained in my life without sleeping with her’ he says with amusing tone
He cackles when he hears you snorting ‘Wow, now that’s a good way to convince me to go to a birthday party of someone that I don’t even know’
‘It might not be the best invitation but at least is a chance to meet new people and make some friends’ he says that since he knows you struggle when it comes to meeting new people
‘Um..I have friends, I have you’ you respond almost immediately
‘You’re a sweetheart but I’m talking about other people than me, although you know how I love all your attention on me, babe’he says while chuckling because he’s already imagining how you’re rolling your eyes at him after you heard that pet name
‘Oh my god you’re so full of yourself – ughh, okay you’re right, I should get to know new people. New country, new life… new friends I guess’, you say a little insure knowing you’re not the most sociable person in the world but it would be kind of nice to have people to hang out other than Chris
‘And maybe you can get some action too, it’s been what? A year without any proper activity?’ he talks without any filter like he usually does
‘Wha- Okay, I’m hanging up on you. I’m not in the mood to talk about my sex life right now’ you respond acting offended though you both know that you're just teasing each other
‘Or the lack of –’ When Chris hears your gasp he chuckles and says immediately ‘Sorry sorry, just kidding bestie, I’ll pick you up around 9PM, don’t make me wait pleaseeee, byeeeee byeeeeee see ya. I love you’
You can’t even get mad at him for calling you out on your sadly lack of sex, it’s not like he’s wrong. So, you just laugh it off and respond by saying ‘Fuck off - You’re unbelievable. K, don’t worry I’ll be ready when you get here. See u later, love you too”
Once you end your call with Chris, you grab some of the last items left in the moving boxes. You come upon a frame, it's a picture of you and your dad when you were 4 years old on your summer vacations at a swimming pool where he was teaching you how to swim. One of the many things that your dad taught you in life. Your eyes start to feel watery at the sight of your dad's sweet smile and with a deep sigh you give a kiss to the picture. You place the frame on your nightstand and while cleaning a few tears that dropped on your cheeks you can only whisper - "I really hope I'm making you proud dad, I'm finally looking for my happiness ".
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You look at yourself in the mirror, thinking you did a decent work with your make up and cleaned yourself up pretty good after a long day of putting everything in order at your new apartment. You weren't so sure on what to wear for Jackson's birthday party, so you just went for an all-black outfit: leather jacket, mini leather skirt, a Ramones shirt that you love and combat boots.
After looking at your reflection in the mirror one last time, you took a selfie and sent it over to Chris to ask him if you were dressed properly for the occasion, which he replied with: 'You look gorgeous babe, almost too perfect for the occasion! I'll pick you up in about half an hour ;)' – you can’t help but smile at his compliment. You know he's nothing but honest with you, whenever he had to tell you that you looked like shit, he would do it. And of course, it goes both ways.
Your best friend is punctual as always, 9PM sharp he was at your building entry texting you that he was outside your home. Jackson’s place wasn’t that far away from yours, only about 10 minutes on a car drive. While Chris was driving, you chit chatted about your exhausting day, and he told you that this girl – Hani was her name you wanna say? - that he’s been hooking up for the past month asked him the golden question ‘What are we? Where is our relationship going?’ and that’s where Chris decided to put an end to the hooking up. He just doesn’t want anything serious right now and is totally understandable.
From what your friend has told you, Hani got really upset at his response, although to be fare... he did warn her when they started hooking up that he wasn't looking for anything serious, he’s not an asshole that goes around giving false hopes to any girl.
It’s been like this with Chris for a while now, he did had a girlfriend a few years ago and they dated for about 3 years until he found out that she was cheating him with her boss – pretty shitty move if you ask me – she broke his heart and after that he hasn’t been in a serious relationship with anyone, just hook ups until the girl finally gets tired of being just ‘friends with benefits’, that’s how it usually goes.
When you finally arrive at Jackson’s you start to feel slightly nervous, it’s been a while since you got to meet new people and it’s in a total new environment, new country... totally different cultures, a lot to take in. Chris knowing you, holds your hand tightly for a moment and before entering to his friend’s house tells you ‘Don’t worry, he and his friends are all pretty cool people, they’ll love you - now come on, let’s go and start socializing!’. You chuckle at his enthusiasm and as soon as you enter, you’re greeted by Jackson holding a red cup with beer on it.
Jackson smiles at you and your friend and says ‘You’re y/n, right? Wow, you’re even hotter that what I imagined – sorry I don’t mean to be unrespectful, but you know how weird is to see that this guy over here has a female friend and didn’t sleep with her yet? Anyways, it’s so nice to meet you finally, I’m Jackson’ and he immediately gives you a hug which it honestly startled you.
You chuckle and once he’s finished with the hug, you respond ‘I know, it’s always amusing to see how people get surprised that we’re really just best friends. Um, it’s nice to meet you too and happy birthday! Thanks for inviting me over’ you say shily
He keeps smiling at you while he also hugs your best friend (apparently, he’s a hugger) and says ‘Chris’s friends are also my friends, so please make yourself at home – I haven’t invited a lot of people because I actually have a small group of friends, come with me and I’ll introduced them’ and you both follow him to the living room going through a large hall – which by the way, is so freaking beautiful, you can’t stop staring the marble floors and beautiful art works hanging on the walls and you think to yourself how amazing this apartment looks – your thoughts are interrupted by the group of people who’s now in front of you having a discussion about who was the largest hands in the group - though you're not sure you heard right -
And then Jackson speaks getting everyone’s attention ‘Guys, this is y/n, Chris’s best friend – yes, she’s really his friend and she is a woman, I know!! How crazy it sounds, huh? She just moved to Seoul from basically the other side of the world so be nice to her’
One of the guys with a boxy smile says to Jackson ‘Hey! – we are always nothing but nice, she’ll think poorly of us if you say it like that!’ and Jackson just laughs it off and starts to introduce each and one of them. There’s 10 people right in from of you – which to you, it sounds like a lot of friends, you never had more than 3 o 4 friends (one of them always being Chris of course) so 10 sounds like a lot of people – you learn that the guy with the boxy smile is called Taehyung, then there’s Namjoon, Seokjin – though he told you to call him Jin -, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok – or Hobi how he introduced himself - , Aria – which you learn is Hobi’s girlfriend -, Joey, Emma – Joey’s girlfriend – , and last but not least Jungkook who smiled you shily and waved his hand to greet you from afar – you almost gasp at how this last guy seemed like he was built by the God’s themselves, you felt like you wanted to look up to the sky and say ‘WOW, well done!’ – to be honest, they were all insanely attractive but there was something that caught your attention straight to Jungkook and you couldn’t quite wrap on your finger what was it.
The night went smoothly, they all seem to be really friendly and made you feel comfortable as if you were one of them already. You spent most of the time hearing their stories about the last trip they went to last year – Hobi’s parents own a lake house in Chuncheon, which you learn is about an hour away from Seoul – and they’re planning to go again in the next month or so – and you’ve been invited to go with them by Hobi himself which you gladly accepted and thanked him for including you even when you just exchanged a few words with him throughout the night.
Your red cup was empty for the third time by now, so you got up and approached to the table were all the drinks were placed and poured yourself some Soju, while you were at it you feel someone approaching you and then a sweet voice sounds saying ‘Are you having a good time so far?’, you look up and realize that is Jungkook who’s now besides you also pouring himself a drink while he smiles at you.
You also smile at him and respond ‘Yes, I really am. Honestly you guys made me feel really comfortable, I tend to be a lot shier when I meet new people, but I don’t feel that way at all with you’
‘I’m glad you feel that way, sometimes these guys can get loud, me myself included, and people look at us like we’re weirdos’ he chuckles and sees you just nodding while you giggle at him and then he continues ‘Mmh, mind if I ask you what made you move in all across the other side of the world? I don’t wanna intrude, I’m just curious’
Although you feel comfortable talking to him, you don’t want to get into much detail... at least not yet, telling your whole story about how after your dad’s passing last year you felt like you needed to work in your happiness because you knew that’s all your dad wanted, for you to be happy. You don’t dwell on how you realized that you needed to break up your 9-year-old relationship with your boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend – because you really didn’t share anything in common anymore, you grew out towards different paths, and neither of you wanted to accept it.
So you go with a simple response while Jungkook watches you attentively with those beautiful doe eyes where you feel like you can get lost so easily : ‘You’re not intruding at all’ – you give him a comforting smile and continue – ‘I always wanted to live somewhere abroad, to have that experience at least once in a lifetime, plus Chris had moved here and he used to say to me how much he loved Seoul and how the people here always treated him so nicely. To be honest, he was a great influence on me moving in here. He’s pretty much like a brother to me so it was easier to decide on moving to another country knowing that he was going to be by my side and I was really missing him back home – though please don’t tell him that I said that, because it will just inflate his ego more’ you both snicker once you’ve finished explaining him part of the reasons why you decided to move to Seoul. Is not like you’re lying but you’re leaving a few big details out of the conversation, maybe some other day you’ll have the opportunity to tell him.
‘Well, I hope you really enjoy being in Seoul, I’m sure I’m enjoying you being here’ he admits shily to you. Your cheeks start to feel like burning and you can’t help but to feel hypnotized by him, God did he have to be this fucking gorgeous?
Before you can respond anything back, Taehyung’s loud voice interrupts the moment that you two were having - ‘Hey you two, what’s with the chit chatting? You better not be talking behind our backs’ while the others laugh because they know he just loves gossiping and wants to be included in any of it.
So, you both just laugh it off while you share a look and go back to the others
About 4AM, the night ended for all of you. Chris was insanely wasted, and you were cursing under your breath because you two got here on Chris’s car and you also had drunk a fairly amount of alcohol and weren’t in the best state to drive yourselves home.
Jackson takes a few steps towards you and your best friend - who almost couldn’t stand on his own feet without swaying – it was quite obvious that Chris wasn’t okay to drive so he offered ‘Do you want me to call an Uber for you? I would drive you myself but I’m a little bit tipsy honestly’ and just when you were about to accept on his offer, another voice interrupts ‘I could drive you both home if you want to, I don’t mind at all and I’m okay to drive’, it was Jungkook that was watching the whole scene of drunk Chris holding himself to you from afar
You felt bad for dragging him along with you and Chris’s drunk ass so you said to him ‘I don’t wanna impose you, we could just call an Uber really’, whilst he came closer to you and helped you lifting Chris from yourself as if he weighted nothing and responded sweetly ‘I’m not taking a no for an answer, and you’re not imposing, I offered myself, come on let’s go’. So, you said your goodbyes from a far to all the other guys that were also getting ready to leave and thanked Jackson for inviting you one more time before finally following Jungkook and Chris over to JK’s car.
After the impossible task of getting Chris’s drunk ass in Jungkook’s car, you went into the passenger seat while you heard your best friend from the back mumbling nonsenses that only he could understand. Jungkook asked where to go and you told him your address, you couldn’t leave your best friend alone in that state so that’s where you headed to.
As soon as he started to drive, Jungkook asked ‘How long have you two met?’ hinting on the drunk man that was now singing - or at least he thought that he was doing that - Jason Derulo ‘Swalla’ while lying in the backseat.
‘Too long if you ask me’ you both start laughing and you continue ‘Mmh, it’s been like...15 years since we met. We went to the same high school but didn’t shared classes together because we were on different programs. One day when we were both at recess, there was this guy who was a senior that kept insisting on me dating him and I would always say no. Until that day it got up to the point that he pushed me against a locker’ - Jungkook’s eyes widened while he was letting you continue your story –‘And afterwards the idiot tried to kiss me even when I was pretty clear saying that I didn’t want anything to do with him. That’s when out of nowhere, Chris grabbed the guy and punched him right on the face and told him to fuck off and leave me alone’, you can’t help but smile remembering how your best friend stud up for you even when he didn’t even know you.
‘Wow, well done Chris! From the very first day you were already protecting y/n’ Jungkook said smiling while checking on your best friend through the rearview mirror
‘Yesssssss, I saved noona from that asshole’ you hear from the backseat
‘Noona?’ Jungkook widened eyes look over to you, ‘Wait, are you older than Chris, y/n?’
‘Yes… well only 3 months older than him, my birthday is in May and Chris’s birthday is in August’ - Now that you think of, he only calls you noona when he’s insanely drunk -
You start remembering how one morning you got up seeing that you had 10 voice messages from your best friend, you got so freaking scared for a moment thinking that something bad had happened.
That was until you started playing all the audios and it was clear that he was wasted while he was sending those audios, some of them you couldn’t even understand what language he was speaking, there was another one where he was singing ‘You’re my best friend! No, I didn't stutter till the day end. Through heaven and high water oooooohhhhhhh, it kills me not to tell you, you're my best friend’ and finally the one where he screamed ‘Noona I love you, you’re my bff’ and that was it.
Seeing JK’s still surprised look, you ask ‘What? You thought I was younger? I don’t know why people tend to think that Chris is older than me but no, we’re both 93 liners’
‘I actually did think you were younger; you certainly look like you’re. I didn’t think that you were my noona too’
That’s when your eyes almost pop out of you head and you say ‘Wait, are you telling me you’re younger than me too? I thought all of you in Jackson’s home were about the same age as us’
‘Yes, noona’ says Jungkook while wiggling his eyebrows to you. ‘I’m a 97 liner’, he laughs at your wide eyes
‘Oh my god you’re a baby’ – you can’t help to think that you were almost salivating because of this Adonis that you’re talking to and now that you learn he’s 4 years younger than you, it somehow feels weird.
You've never felt attraction for a guy younger than you, maybe is the prejudice... You used to notice how guys - not all of them but the majority, at least in your experience - would take more time to mature than girls, so you never dated anyone younger than you, not even someone of your same age. You always aimed for guys older than you.
Although, to be fair, last time you were single you were 19 years old so anyone at that point would be immature probably.
Maybe now that you’re almost 30 it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be open to date younger guys, you could find someone that's younger than you and still have a good time, right?
‘Don’t call me a baby, please’ you notice how Jungkook’s tone changed to a serious one
‘Sorry, I promise I won’t call you like that again’- you can't help snickering seeing how serious he got just because you called him a baby - ‘It’s just that you surprised me, maybe it’s because you’re all muscle and give such a masculine vibe that I thought that you were pretty much the same age as me’
– Oh for fucks sake, that freaking Soju made your tongue start to loosen up, you start panicking once you have finished the last sentence because you realize that you said everything you were thinking out loud, you shouldn’t drink when there’s a guy this hot near you –
You feel Jungkook’s burning gaze and as soon as you look at him you see him smirking at you. Then he opens that beautiful mouth he has and says ‘So…you think I’m pretty masculine, noona?’
‘Isn’t that what I just said?’ you mumble, not even knowing how to divert the conversation because you’re about to pee yourself, he’s so gorgeous you feel like you’ll start stuttering any time soon if he keeps looking at you with those doe eyes
Before he could open again his mouth and make you blush again, you see your building entry and you almost scream interrupting him ‘We’re here!!’
Fuck, why am I getting this nervous around him? I feel like a teenager. Jeez, you must keep it together y/n! - you think to yourself -
He then stops the car, and you open the door getting out not even waiting a second because you were starting to panic in there. You feel like the Soju has taken all your filters down and you could say almost anything to Jungkook. You just met the guy, you can't start telling him how hot he looks with those cargo pants or how insanely good that sleeve of tatts looks on him…God, maybe it’s just that it’s been so long since you had sex, yes... yes, it must be that!! That explains why you’re just a horny mess.
Jungkook gets out of the car quickly after you and waves you off when he sees you trying to get Chris out of the car, who by the way, is totally passed out by now and once again Jungkook lifts him up like a bag of potatoes and lets you guide him towards your apartment.
The wait for the elevator almost felt eternal but once it arrived you pushed the 7th floor button while you feel JK’s burning gaze on you but neither of you said anything. Once you got to your floor, you quickly open your apartment door because poor JK has been putting up with Chris’s weight for a while.
You guide him through your living room and tell him to drop Chris on the sofa while you place a bucket right next to him in case he wants to throw up at any point. You feel relieved that you finished cleaning up your apartment earlier since you see JK already analyzing everything around the apartment while he says ‘Nice place’ then his doe eyes set on one special picture on your desk next to your laptop while you’re putting a pillow under Chris’s head ‘Who’s this in the picture? Your dad? You look so much like him’
You freeze for a second and respond shortly ‘Yes, that’s my dad’ while you come close to where he is standing watching the photograph, he says ‘You have a tight relationship with him, huh?’
‘Yeah, I did’ you say almost whispering with an unexpected sad tone. JK's eyes widen and realizes that you used the past to refer to your dad and starts cursing himself in his mind for his big mouth ‘I’m so so sorry y/n, I’m such an idiot If I kne- ‘
‘Hey’ - you interrupt and put a hand on his shoulder to make him understand that he didn’t do anything wrong, and you’re not upset at him at all - ‘There’s nothing to be sorry for, how would you know? Besides, it’s not like I can’t talk about it, it’s a sensitive topic for me… yes but it is what it is’ – he looks at you with a look that you got used to see on other people every time they found out that your dad passed away, it’s maybe pity? – ‘He passed away from bones cancer last year, such a fucking painful disease... you see how your loved ones are shutting down little by little while you can’t do anything to help them. We were really close to each other and we used to talk every single day. Even though I miss him like crazy, I know he’s not suffering anymore, and I held his hand until his very last breath. He was a great person but even more a greater dad and I’m proud to be able to say that I’m his daughter’ once you finish saying that you look down and take a deep breath because you know you’re about to cry – well, so long to not sharing your sad stories on the first day of meeting him
And then JK turns you to him and hugs you tightly while saying ‘The ones we love are always in our hearts’ then he grabs you by your cheeks and makes you look at him straight in his eyes while he cleans some of the tears in your face ‘I’m sure your dad is by your side all the time’
You nod at him, and you start to feel like an idiot crying in front of someone you met today, that’s not you – even Chris who was met you for 15 years only saw you crying two times, so you say ‘I’m sorry I’m such a cry baby, I always get really sensitive talking about my dad’
‘Now who’s the one apologizing for no reason noona, huh?’
You both share a look and start laughing while he’s still cupping your face. That’s when you both realize that you’re standing insanely close to each other’s faces, you clear your throat and JK’s hands leave your face. You swear you saw him blushing, but you don’t comment on that. In fact, you don’t say anything at all because you’re spacing out thinking how close you were from each other just moments ago.
You got back to earth once you listen to him saying ‘Um, so… do you need help with anything else? If not, I think I’ll head home, it’s been a long night’
‘It’s been a long night indeed’ you said smiling at him ‘but no, you already helped a lot, this moron is already sleeping so I’m just gonna have a nice long shower and head to bed’
You walk him to your door and meanwhile you’re debating in your mind whether you should ask him his cellphone or not. You feel like you’ll look desperate but since when do you care what people thinks about you? Ughhhhhh your mind is driving you crazy right now
So before saying your goodbyes, you settle on saying ‘Thanks for driving us here and for dragging Chris to the sofa, that was very sweet of you’
He smiles with that pair of lips that could knock someone over in a second and says ‘No worries, I’m glad that I helped. I had a great night being by your side. Sweet dreams, noona’ and he waves goodbye to you while heading to the elevator.
You feel like you’re about to melt thinking how sweet his voice sounds and before closing the door you hear him calling your name once again
‘Yeah?’ you manage to mumble
‘I was wondering if you could give me your cellphone number?’
‘Sure’ – and you can’t help feeling like a thousand butterflies were freed on your belly
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Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a little Josh fic for you all. Just as an aside, this fic follows the reader after she’s just gotten out of a past relationship that ended badly. I used gender neutral pronouns and words for her ex and Josh is also written as being queer in this fic. I wanted to make this as inclusive an experience as possible for my readers so that is why I chose to use gender neutral language for her ex-partner. And obviously, Josh has never given us a specific label for himself and so I didn’t want to assume anything about him by doing so myself but I do write that he’s had past relationships with both men and women – but I am in no way claiming to know his dating life or how he identifies. I hope you all enjoy and happy Valentine’s Day to each of you <3
Warnings: Smut (p in v sex, unprotected sex), oral (f. receiving), fingering, pleasuredom!Josh, discussions of infidelity (past relationship - not between reader and Josh), slight panic attack (nothing major), feelings of body insecurity, parties, drinking. 18 Only. Minors DNI
Word Count: 5k
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Fuck them was all you really had left to say. In all honesty… there wasn’t much to say at this point. You’d given them 3 years of your life – 3 years spent crafting a future around a person who, in the end, hadn’t cared enough to do the same for you. You’d been with them for 3 whole years, had spent hours and hours of time with them, loved them at their best and their worst, comforted them when they needed it, been their shoulder to cry on, celebrated their achievements, and loved them with your whole heart for those entire 3 years. And how had they repaid you in the end? By climbing into bed with someone else. A quick fuck with a stranger that they met at a bar was apparently worth more than the 3 years that you had spent loving them the way that you had. It’s crazy how even after all that time you can still find out that you hardly even knew a person at all.
And now here you are the day before Valentine's Day eating ice cream and watching The Office reruns on your couch to try and keep from actually thinking about the hurt you have in your heart. You’ve cried all the tears you have and now you’re just left with a hollowness that you can’t seem to shake. There’s a hole in your heart where all that love for them used to be and now you’re stuck in this weird limbo between heartbroken and downright furious.
Ping!You glance down to where your phone screen has lit up with a text message. You pick it up and immediately sigh at the message that waits for you.
Danny 9:08 PM
Please tell me you’re still going to come to the party tomorrow night
You hadn’t been planning on it. You’d thought since the very moment that Josh had brought up the idea of a Valentine’s Day party that it was borderline ridiculous. But you had agreed to go simply because your partn- your ex had said that they wanted to go. But now that they weren’t in the picture anymore… the thought of going to a party where everyone is going to be hanging off the arms of their partners and, as Josh had put it, love is gonna be in the air! makes you want to scream. Hell no. Fuck no, even.
You 9:09 PM
Don’t think so. Not really in the Valentine’s Day mood to be honest.
It takes hardly even a minute before Danny answers you back.
Danny 9:10 PM
Totally fair
Danny 9:12 PM
There’s gonna be free booze tho… And you’ve gotta stop rotting away on your couch eventually
You pause for a moment before answering. He’s right to be completely honest. You’ve spent two weeks holed up in your apartment and wallowing in self-pity after your breakup. And honestly it’s starting to get a little old. But a Valentine’s Day party? You’re not sure that that is going to be the best break from your self-imposed lock down. But on the other hand… free booze does make the whole idea just a little bit more appealing. Plus, it’d be a great excuse to get dressed up and feel sexy for a night and have it be just for you and not for anyone else. And you haven’t actually gotten to see Danny and the rest of the guys a whole lot recently thanks to their busy schedules.
You sigh once again before texting Danny back in defeat.
You 9:15 PM
Fine
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Any and all excitement that you had the night before is entirely gone by the time you step through the doorway of Josh’s incredibly color-coordinated home. You’d felt sexy in your outfit as you’d stepped out of your apartment but the loud music and even louder people make you want to turn heel and run in the opposite direction. But you’re here now so you figure you might as well enjoy the free booze. You’d taken an Uber tonight solely so that you can get as drunk as you want without having to worry about driving back to your apartment.
“Y/n!”
Danny comes bounding over to you, crushing you in a hug that steals your breath away. You squeeze him back and giggle softly.
“You smell like beer.” You scold him, wrinkling your nose in mock disgust.
Danny smiles and nudges your shoulder with his.
“And you don’t and that’s just not acceptable.”
With a comforting hand placed on your upper back, Danny leads you through the crowd of people into Josh’s kitchen where an array of bottles and stacks of red solo cups await you on the counter. And amidst it all, pouring himself another drink, is the host of this over-the-top Valentine’s Day party. He grins at you as you and Danny enter and you can’t help but to smile back.
“I didn’t think you were gonna make it out tonight!” Josh starts, throwing back a shot before turning his body to face the two of you fully.
You shrug and jab your thumb towards Danny who laughs lightly.
“I’m persuasive.” Is the only bit of explanation he gives.
“And annoying.” You mutter playfully as you walk over to the counter to survey the various choices in alcohol that lay before you. “Watcha makin?”
Josh’s attention drops back down to the drink that he’d been in the middle of pouring when you’d walked in.
“Tequila Sunrise.” He holds up the glass for you to see and you’re impressed with how nice the drink looks. “I’m no bartender but…”
You shake your head, eyeing the beautifully balanced red and orange colors in the glass.
“Nonsense. You know you’re good at mixing drinks. That looks great.”
A pink blush dusts the apples of his cheeks (the color of them making the white dots of his makeup stand out even more) and even the tips of his ears turn a shade darker at your compliment.
“I think you should try a sip before you praise me too much.” He extends his hand and holds the glass out to you. “For you. And if it sucks… Jake is the one who told me how to make it so blame him.”
You take the glass and sip the drink, closing your eyes and humming at the taste. Josh is watching you intently and you wonder briefly if he’s always been so damn attractive.
“And if it’s really good?” You question, taking another sip.
He puffs out his chest and grins.
“Why then it’s all me, of course.”
You can only shake your head at him but a smile spreads across your lips despite yourself.
“It’s really good, Josh. You have my stamp of approval.”
Your eyes meet Josh’s and those brown eyes of his glint with something that you can’t quite name before it’s gone in a flash. You drop your gaze to the drink in your hand and Josh looks towards Danny.
“Daniel, care for a drink?”
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You’d spent the last hour or two milling about throughout the house, saying hi to friends and occasionally bumping into Josh who always smiles warmly at you in passing as he busies himself with being a cordial host.
And you’d had perhaps one too many drinks and the room is starting to spin by the time you collapse onto a sofa to take a breather. Danny had stuck by your side for a while before his date had arrived, at which point you’d latched yourself onto Sam until he decided to leave early with a girl he met. You’d gone searching for Jake but he’d been nowhere to be found. Likely, he’s already gone home. He’s never one to stick around at social gatherings this big for too long.
You try not to but your heart aches slightly that you’d been abandoned by Sam and Danny. You know that ‘abandoned’ is a strong word but… they knew you were freshly single and hurting. You had hoped that they would have been more willing to spend just a little extra time with you tonight. In fact, the longer you think about it, the more your hurt feelings begin to grow. You’re not angry with them. Not all. If you’re being honest with yourself, you envy them. They both had someone to spend the night with tonight. Jake, too.
You glance around and suddenly all you can see is other people with their partners. Holding hands, laughing, touching, kissing. Your breathing picks up. Does everyone here but you have someone? It sure freaking feels like it. Maybe it’s the alcohol making you have such a strong reaction but you’re suddenly desperate to get out of here. You need to get out of this place. You stand, the abrupt movement causing your head to spin a bit but you ignore it in favor of trying to find an escape. As you make your way through the throng of people it’s like navigating through a sea made of nothing but smiles and kisses that aren’t for you. Your eyes scan frantically until at last… there! The door to the back porch.
You push your way to it and open the door quickly and slam it shut behind you as you escape out onto Josh’s back porch. You pause there, bowing your head and taking a moment to try and steady your breathing. Your throat burns with unshed tears but you swallow them down – you refuse to shed any more tears over the person who treated you so horribly. You refuse to give them the satisfaction.
“Y/n?”
The sound of your name makes you jump and your eyes snap open to find Josh leaning against the bannister, his head turned back to look at you.
“Hi.” You answer him, willing your voice to sound more composed than you feel. “I didn’t see you out here.”
He smiles and beckons you over to him with a lazy wave.
“Just taking a break for a moment.” His voice carries a warmth that you hadn’t realized you needed as you come to lean on the bannister beside him. “You okay?” He keeps his face purposefully neutral but you can see the concern swirling in his eyes.
“Yeah. Just got a little overwhelming in there.”
He nods, the motion making an errant curl settle onto his forehead. Your hand itches to reach up and swipe it back into place.
“No Alex tonight?”
It’s an innocent question but your ex’s name sends your heart breaking all over again. You’re not even sure why you’re still so upset. Clearly they didn’t love you the way you had loved them and you want to say that you’ve moved on but…
“No. We’re not together anymore.”
“Oh.” Josh breathes out, his features melting into a look of pure sympathy. It makes you want to cry even more. “I’m sorry.”
You shrug.
“It’s okay, really. They fucked a stranger in our own bed so… I’d say it’s a good thing that we broke things off.”
Josh winces at the bitterness in your tone and looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t know what.
“Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m still so upset. It’s not like I love them anymore. Not really.” The alcohol in your systems seems to have loosened your tongue as you begin speaking again despite having no intentions of wanting to talk about them at all tonight.
“Anyone would be upset, Y/n. Alex betrayed your trust. Regardless of how you feel about them now… it’s still painful. That’s normal.”
You huff.
“It’s stupid. Stupid and tiring and-” You stop yourself and swallow thickly. “Sorry.”
Josh smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes all the way but it’s genuine.
“Don’t be. Trust me, I know how you feel. Once that trust is broken… it’s like you’re afraid you’ll never get it back again. With anyone.”
You turn to look at him but his face is pointed back out to the yard. As willing as Josh is to discuss matters like this with others, his own relationships he’s always been private about. He’s had a few relationships that you know of in the years that you’ve known him – some men, some women. You’d met only a handful of them in person but he’d never seemed to allow anyone in your little circle to actually get to know them other than Jake. You had no idea that maybe he’s gone through something similar.
“Sometimes I just… It feels like I’m never going to find my person. And all this-” You gesture towards the door and the Valentine’s Day festivities that lay beyond it, “just didn’t really help at all. It feels like everyone has someone but me.”
A warm, steadying hand lands on your shoulder and you swear that a tingle runs up the length of your spine at the touch. Josh’s eyes glitter in the light of the night sky and the porch light casts shadows across his sharp jawline. And as you look at him, it feels like you’re seeing him, really seeing him for the first time. And he’s beautiful.
“You’ll find your person, Y/n. I know you will. You’re too nice of a person to not.”
You can feel your cheeks grow hot.
“Thank you, Josh. That means a lot.”
“Of course.” He grins, dropping his hand from your shoulder at last. “That’s what friends are for, right? Helping each other out when we’re down?”
For some reason, his words make you pause. You and Josh have been friends for so long and you’d only ever seen him as a friend. But now, standing next to him and thinking back to all the years of kindness and laughter that he’s given you… you’re struck suddenly with the thought that maybe you don’t just want to be friends with him. You’ve always been able to acknowledge that he’s attractive. And he makes you laugh like no one else can. Always there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on. Hell, he’s been one of the only constants in your ever-changing life. And he’s-
You shake your head at yourself. He’s just a friend. He’d just said so himself.
“I wish more people were like you, Josh.” You find yourself saying softly. “You’re one of the good ones.”
He blushes – the apples of his cheeks flushing a dark red that reaches all the way down his neck too. Has he always blushed this much around you? First earlier when you’d complimented his drink making and now… Surely not. Right?
“You just have to be patient.” He tilts his head and grins, nudging your shoulder playfully with his. “And hey, if you can’t find someone else you can always give dating me a try.”
You don’t mean to but you laugh, perhaps a little harder than you should have. The idea has your heart pounding in your chest and you desperately don’t want him to see how much the joke affected you. A desperate wish that bleeds into regret as you watch the light in his eyes dim ever so slightly as you laugh.
You want to take it back. You want to tell him that maybe you’ve been blind this whole time and not seen what was right in front of you. But he only smiles tightly and straightens himself, popping his back and rolling his neck before beginning to turn away.
“I suppose I should get back inside. I’m being a terrible host by hiding out here.”
With that, he turns on his heel to begin walking back inside but his name explodes past your lips before you can stop it.
“Yeah?”
The hope in his voice makes your stomach drop.
“I-” You don’t know. You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know if these feelings are real. Have they been here this whole time, hiding under the surface? Or did it take you getting heartbroken by someone else to see the kindness that he’s been offering for years? There’s so many questions swirling through your head and you can’t seem to even form a full thought. Defeatedly, you shake your head. “Never mind. I’ll see you later.”
Josh stares at you for a long, tense moment before nodding his head.
“I’ll see you later, Y/n.”
You turn away before you see him leave but the sound of the back door shutting makes you wince. Should you have told him how you feel? Hell, you don’t understand how you’re feeling so you don’t even know what you would have told him anyway.
Regardless, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve just made a mistake. You’ve spent years desperately wishing for true love. Dates with people had come and gone and Alex had just been the first person who seemed to want the same from a relationship as you. No one had expected you to date them. No one had expected the two of you to last as long as you did. And honestly? You hadn’t expected it either. Alex was… comfortable. Safe.
You’d been so caught up, so desperate to find love… and maybe it’s been right in front of you all along. He has been right in front of you. And you just let him walk away.
Frantically, you whirl around to go and find him but stop short at the sight of Josh shoving the door open and coming back outside. He looks frenzied but determined as he strides over to you. You’re frozen in place, but with each step that he takes you grow more and more certain about the warmth spreading through your chest. Yes, he really had been right here all along.
Josh stops. He’s so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath.
“Y/n.” His voice is soft – quiet but just as determined as his steps had been. “I couldn’t- I had to come back. I couldn’t not tell you.” He rambles, his dark eyes pinning you in place before him. “I know we’re just friends and- and I know that you don’t-”
“Josh,” you interrupt, “I love you too.”
“What?”
He’s utterly still, jaw dropped open and eyes gaping at you. If your heart wasn’t pounding so hard you think you might laugh at the sight of Josh Kiszka rendered speechless.
“I said I love you too. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before… but I do, Josh.”
His mouth remains open for a long moment and you think for one brief, horrible second that you’ve made a mistake and he doesn’t feel the same. But then his lips spread into a wide smile that makes your heart melt.
“You- you love me?”
You nod.
“And I’m sorry that I didn’t realize it sooner.”
He huffs, the noise a mix between a sigh and a laugh before he takes a step even closer, his lips hovering just above yours. He pauses there, waiting. You give him a slight nod and then his lips are on yours – soft and pillowy and oh so warm against your own. With a soft whine, your hands find perchance on his shoulders while his palms settle on your cheeks, thumbs caressing your cheek bones. The heat of him is delicious and you use your grip on his shoulders to pull him in closer to you. He answers with a breathy moan into your mouth that sends liquid fire pooling between your legs.
“Y/n.” Your name escapes him with a sigh, his lips parting from yours for a moment to breathe. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
“Yeah?” You whisper, lips ghosting over his once again, just barely touching. “Just of kissing me?”
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth and shakes his head, curls bouncing.
“Much more than that.”
“Show me?”
Josh answers you with a Cheshire grin and turns his head to look over his shoulder at the party still going on inside.
“Think they’ll notice that I’m gone?”
“We can be quick.”
He shakes his head and grins but laces his fingers with yours and begins to tug you towards the door.
“No. We won’t.”
“You can’t just leave.” You start to protest but Josh silences you with a grin.
“They’ll take the hint and leave eventually. We’ll worry about cleaning up tomorrow.”
–
You barely notice the people as Josh leads you through them and none of them seem to notice the two of you as you both slip up the stairs. It feels like a dream as he tugs you through the threshold of his bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft ‘click.’
“So many dreams and so little time.” He murmurs, hands finding your hips and guiding you backwards until the backs of your thighs hit the bed.
Josh kisses you again before pulling back and letting the moment hold for a moment. You take in your surroundings. The soft, white bed sheets. The warm glow of the lamp in the corner and the smell of incense. The room screams Josh – cluttered but organized, comfy.
“But enough time,” Josh continues, palms sweeping down your sides, “that we can do as much or as little as you want tonight.”
Josh is selfless in everything else that he does and you can’t help but smile knowing that he's selfless in here too.
“I want you.” Is all your brain can manage to come up with.
But it does the trick given the way Josh’s eyes glitter with mischief as his fingers dance across your shoulders and hook underneath the straps of your dress.
“Can I take this off?”
You nod and he slides the fabric down, letting it pool around your ankles and leaving your bra and panties on display for him. You’d gone with black lace and based on the groan that rumbles in his chest, it was the right choice. Before undressing you further, Josh tugs his own shirt up and over his head and tosses it haphazardly to the floor. His khakis are next and you exhale shakily as you take in his smooth, creamy skin. His body is lithe and toned, muscles defined but still slim. There’s something effortlessly graceful about his body and you reach out a hand to feel him, a palm settling on his pec and the other hand grabbing his waist and squeezing.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” His words come out husky and a little gruff and your core pulses. “Bra off then on the bed.”
You comply, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor before jumping up and scrambling backwards until your back hits the wall of plush pillows guarding the head board. He follows you, climbing onto the bed and settling onto his knees between your thighs. Chocolate eyes sweep up to yours, somehow filled with an almost innocence despite what the two of you are about to do.
“Can I taste you, Y/n?” He pleas– and it is a plea.
You want to nod. To let him use that pretty mouth on you for as long as he pleases. But years of insecurity – insecurity that’s only been made worse after recent events, bubbles to the surface.
“I- I didn’t shave. You don’t have to.” You hate how weak your voice sounds. You hate that you feel like this. You hate how every single cell in your body wants to close your thighs and hide from him despite the love that you see swirling through his eyes.
“I want to.” Josh answers, warm hands finding purchase on your thighs. “And I don’t care about whether or not you shaved, Y/n. It’s your body that you’re choosing to share with me.” His thumbs trace small, soothing circles into your skin. “But if you don’t feel comfortable that’s okay too.”
You take a deep breath. You let all those insecurities that have welled up recently come to the forefront of your mind. You let yourself feel each one. And then you let them go.
“Y-you can. You can taste me.”
Josh smiles softly, the weight of your trust not lost on him as he leans down and slides your panties down your legs. Already soaked, Josh hums at the sight.
“Stunning.” He says, swiping a finger through your folds and earning a cry from between your lips.
Hooking his arms beneath your thighs and dropping his body to lay against the mattress, Josh pulls your glistening center flush against him and sucks your clit into his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the swollen bud and your hips buck up to meet the feeling.
“Oh fuck.” You whine, eyes shut tightly against the onslaught of pleasure.
His tongue works over you effortlessly, switching between circling around your clit and slipping into your entrance. The sound is obscene. Your wetness coupled with the way Josh moans into your heat has the band of pleasure in your lower belly beginning to tighten already. It’s like he somehow knows exactly what you like the most – effortlessly coaxing you to the edge. He’s groaning into you, head thrashing from side to side and his own hips pushing down into the bed.
“Josh.” You warn, your body beginning to tense as the white hot pleasure keeps building.
“Cum in my mouth, mama. I need it.”
With one last lick of his tongue against you the wave breaks. With a loud cry, you let the pleasure overtake you and Josh keeps working you through it, making sure to give you the most pleasure he can as your orgasm works its way through you.
Finally, he sits up and wipes his mouth against the back of his hand.
“How was that?”
It’s an innocent question but the cocky grin he’s sporting lets you know that he knows exactly how good it was.
“Fuck.” Is all you manage to say and Josh giggles.
“Eloquent.”
Josh sits up and you can see his cock straining through the fabric of his boxers, his flushed tip trapped underneath the waistband. Even covered you can see that he’s big. You’d always known that he was – his jumpsuits leave little to the imagination. But seeing it like this, hard and leaking for you, makes your breath stutter in your chest. You reach out to feel him but he stops you, shaking his head and grinning.
“Not done yet.” Is all he says before his fingers find your wet folds again.
Slowly, he presses a finger in and you whine, legs falling apart wider as he curls the digit. He’s watching you intently, noting every shift of your hips and every change in expression as he explores your body, finding what makes you tick. His finger brushes against your sweet spot and you cry out his name.
“Oh fuck, Josh. Right there.”
He grins.
“There it is.”
He adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch you but making sure to brush that spot over and over again as he does so. You’re a whining mess beneath him, embarrassingly close to cumming again already. No one has ever paid attention like this – actually taking the time to learn your body and its responses in order to maximize your pleasure. Maybe it's that thought that has you about to reach climax again.
“You gonna cum on my fingers, Y/n?”
You nod your head, unable to form words as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
“Yeah? I can feel you squeezing them, baby. You can cum, angel. Just let it go.”
Your body trembles and shakes all over as you cum and Josh moans in delight at the sight of you surrendering to pleasure, at the sight of the pleasure that he is giving you. This one lasts longer than the last and Josh works you through every second of it until you're panting and shying away from the touch as the oversensitivity hits you.
“Good?” He murmurs, eyes practically black as they stare at you.
“Very, very good.” You answer with a lazy, satiated smile. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Josh’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and your eyes track the movement. You want him. You want him so bad it aches.
“Only if you want me to. We don’t have to do anything else tonight.”
Of course he didn’t expect more from you. And you’re 100% certain that if you asked him to, he’d lay down and go to bed with you right now despite how hard his aching member must be. But you don’t want that. You want him. All of him.
“I want you to, Josh. I need you to fuck me.”
A soft, delicate little whine escapes him.
“Okay.”
Wordlessly, he reaches over to his night stand and opens a drawer. His hand disappears inside it before reappearing with a condom in hand. He palms himself once with his right hand through his boxers before hooking his fingers in the waistband and tugging them down.
You never knew that a cock could be so fucking pretty.
He rips the foil with his teeth and rolls the latex over his length, hissing as he does so.
You let your legs fall apart and beckon him to you. With dark eyes, Josh pumps his length in his hand once, twice, before he guides himself into your soaked entrance. He’s big, the stretch causing a delicious mix of pleasure bordering on pain. He moans as he bottoms out and your hands latch onto his shoulders and your fingertips dig into the muscle.
“Fuck, you feel good.” You moan, already aching for him to move.
“And you feel like satin, angel. So fuckin’ tight.”
Slowly, Josh pulls almost all the way out of you before sliding back in again. His arms come to rest on either side of your head, his weight resting on his forearms. With each snap of his hips you can’t help but moan. Every movement, every inch of him, sends sparks of pleasure through your entire body. Sex with Alex had been rough – frenzied and almost mindless. But this? This is worship.
“Don’t stop.” You beg, heels digging into his hips to keep him close.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” His voice sounds wrecked – cracked and broken with his own pleasure.
“You’re so good.” You find yourself mumbling, eyes squeezing shut. “So fucking good, Josh.”
You can feel his length twitch and pulse inside of you as soon as the words leave your mouth. He likes knowing that he’s making you feel good.
“Wanna make you cum, mama. Wanna make you feel good.” He whines, jaw dropping open and face contorting in pleasured agony.
You nod your head frantically, tits bouncing as he picks up his pace.
“Feels so good. Oh fuck!” Your own voice sounds foreign to you – high pitched and almost squeaky. You’re losing yourself in the pleasure, his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
“Please cum, baby. Cum on my cock. I need to feel it.”
His right hand slips into the heated space between your bodies and his finger finds your clit, ruthlessly swirling the pad of his finger in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum, Josh. Please, please, please.”
“You don’t have to beg, baby.” He grits out, his pace beginning to falter as your walls clench mercilessly around him. “Gonna take care of you. Gonna get you there.”
It hardly takes a minute more before the band snaps. With a harsh scream, your orgasm rips through you. Stars explode behind your eyes and any thoughts that you had have been ripped from you. All you can focus on is the pleasure as Josh keeps fucking you through your high. The only words you can think of fall from your lips in a breathy whine.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Josh cries out harshly, his own body tensing as he finally lets himself reach his own climax.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming. Y/n.” His words are almost a growl, rumbling from deep within his chest as his orgasm hits him fully. “I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much.”
With one last thrust of his hips the two of you finally settle, Josh’s weight coming down to pin you to the mattress as you both come back to yourselves. He doesn’t pull out, allowing the intimacy of the moment to stretch on.
“My God.” You mumble, your throat feeling raw from screaming.
Josh leans down to capture your lips with his, his tongue exploring your mouth lazily for a moment before he draws back.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry I took so long.”
“I would have waited even longer so long as I got to have you in the end.”
You pull him down to kiss him again.
“You have me.”
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the easy silence that you make for me
pairing: reader x ben chilwell
summary: you’ve been struggling with anxiety due to stress at work recently, and you refuse to let ben see it until he flies you out to mykonos for the weekend and you can’t keep it in anymore (fluff + light angst)
warnings: mentions of an anxiety attack
word count: 5k
author’s note: thanks to the anon who requested this, it was nice to write something quick (which ended up being 5k lmao) before embarking on my next ben multi-chap! if anyone has any more concept/one-shot requests for ben in the meantime feel free to send them my way 🥰
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After an exhausting season for Chelsea and a particularly difficult one for Ben with his second major injury in two years and missing the World Cup, you know badly he’s in need of a holiday.
When he tells you of his travel plans with the boys for the beginning of summer, a part of you feels relieved that he’s going to finally get the chance to unwind with his mates and leave the past year behind him.
Another part of you, though, is dreading him being away.
You haven’t wanted to bother Ben with it, as he’s had enough of his own stuff going on, but work has been kicking your arse lately. You got promoted recently and although it seemed great at first, it’s more responsibility than you anticipated and much more stress.
The only solace you’ve found during this time has been in Ben. Although you haven’t let him see how much you’re struggling, just his presence is incredibly comforting to you. To come home after a long, terrible day and find him standing in the kitchen making you dinner in his underwear, a bright smile on his face when he sees you, is all the remedy you need.
The moment he leaves for Spain, you feel your mental health start to decline. You know you can’t be with him all the time, and you’ve certainly dealt with separations before when he was away on international break, but this is by far the hardest one yet.
Ben texts you constantly throughout the trip, updating you on the fun he’s having with the boys at the F1 and telling you how much he wishes you were there with him. Obviously, you can’t take weeks off to follow him around Europe, as much as you wish you could.
You struggle more and more as the first two weeks of his time away comes to an end. The days are long, as you work yourself to the bone and come home completely exhausted, but the nights are even harder as you find it increasingly difficult to fall asleep without Ben next to you.
One night, when you know for a fact that Ben is chilling with the boys at the house they’ve rented in Mykonos as you’re tossing and turning in bed, you admit defeat and reach for your phone to text him. It’s a couple hours later there, but they’re probably still up.
You
Hey, are you still awake? x
Ben ❤️
Yeah, what’s up baby? Everything ok?
You
Just having trouble sleeping
Your phone starts ringing within seconds, and you accept Ben’s call right away.
“Hi,” you mumble quietly into the phone, sitting up a bit in bed.
“Are you alright, love?” Ben asks you, his voice full of concern.
“I’m fine,” you say quickly, snuggling into the pillow that still smells a bit like him. “I just miss you.”
It’s not the entire truth, but you know it’s all you can say to him without him booking a flight home to you this instant and abandoning his holiday, so you leave it at that.
“Oh, babe, I miss you too,” Ben sighs. “One more week, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agree halfheartedly, though that feels like centuries right now.
“Are you really okay?” Ben asks worriedly. “Because I can come home-“
“No way, Ben,” you cut him off. “You’re not coming home early for me, I won’t allow it.”
“But-“
“I’m fine, I swear,” you lie. “I just needed to hear your voice for a bit.”
That part is true - Ben’s soft, soothing voice is like music to your ears, making you feel more relaxed already.
There are muffled voices on the other end for a moment, and then Ben speaks again.
“Why don’t you fly out after work tomorrow and spend the weekend here?”
Although the thought of being in Ben’s arms less than 24 hours from now is incredibly appealing, you can’t help but feel hesitant.
For one thing, you don’t want to spend the money on a last-minute flight, and though you know Ben will offer to pay for it, you don’t like how much money he spends on you as it is.
You also feel a bit weird crashing his boys trip, knowing that none of the other guys’ girlfriends are there at the moment and you would be the only one.
When you voice these concerns to Ben, however, he won’t hear it.
“Babe, don’t be silly, we’d love to have you. I just asked the boys and they all agreed,” he insists. “And I’m getting you a flight right now-“
“Ben, I-“
“Look, I miss you like crazy too, so it’s more of a gift for me than anything else,” he tells you. “We’ll just have a nice relaxing weekend and you’ll be back at work for Monday. Please, Y/N?”
You pause for a moment, but you know you’re incapable of saying no to him, especially when you miss him this badly and are struggling so much.
“Alright, I’ll come,” you say with a small smile.
“Yes! I can’t wait to see you,” Ben responds, and you can hear his grin through the phone. “I’ll send you the flight details and pick you up at the airport when you get here. Just try to get some sleep now, okay?”
The thought of being able to fall asleep in his arms tomorrow is just enough to be able to lull you to rest tonight, so after exchanging “I love you”s you bid him goodnight and close your eyes.
-
The next day, your anxiety persists as you hurry to finish up your work responsibilities so that you can make your flight on time.
Unfortunately, a last-minute emergency (which there seem to be a lot of these days) at the office means that you have to scramble to get out of there on time to get home, pack, and make your way to the airport.
Your stress dissipates a bit as you settle in for the flight, enjoying the comfy first class seat Ben got you and a couple glasses of champagne. Most importantly, you remind yourself that you’ll soon be by Ben’s side and everything will be right in your world again.
By the time you land on Mykonos, you’re already feeling a bit better, but it’s nothing compared to when you see your boyfriend for the first time in two weeks.
He’s standing in the arrivals area, wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts with his blue Nikes. He’s slightly tan, his hair is a bit tousled, and he looks more relaxed than you’ve seen him all year. He also looks incredibly attractive to you right now (even more so than usual) which could be his whole holiday vibe or the fact that you haven’t seen him in weeks - or both.
The moment he sees you, his bright blue-green eyes that rival the colour of the sea you just flew over light up and his face stretches into a smile.
He jogs over to you with open arms and you meet him halfway, dropping your bag to throw your arms around him and hug him tightly.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Ben mumbles into your hair as he hugs you just as close, briefly lifting your feet off the ground. “God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you sigh into his neck, pressing a few quick kisses there. “So much, Ben.”
You could almost cry from the relief of being held by him, his hand rubbing circles on your lower back and the scent of his aftershave as you breathe him in making your worries melt away.
When Ben tries to pull back a bit and you reflexively cling to him tighter, not ready to let him go, he just tightens his grip on you and presses a kiss to your temple.
“Is everything okay, love?” he whispers near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
Of course, after a couple of years together, Ben is able to read you pretty easily. Between your phone call last night and the way you’re clinging to him like a lifeline right now, it’s fairly obvious that something is up with you.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you say to him, grateful your face is still buried in his neck so he can’t tell you’re lying.
You aren’t all good, but you are better than you’ve been since he left, and you aren’t going to waste your weekend together before another week and a half apart. There’s still a pit of anxiety in your stomach, but you’re determined to not let that ruin your time with him or his holiday.
To prove your point, you pull back from him and take his face in your hands, admiring him for a moment before pulling him in for a long kiss.
He sighs into your mouth and grips your waist tighter as you kiss him, both of you wanting it to escalate more than you reasonably can in the middle of an airport.
When you pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment, you think the kiss may have erased Ben’s previous concern from his mind, but no such luck.
“You promise you’re alright?” Ben murmurs, cupping your face and brushing your cheek with his thumb. “I was worried about you last night.”
Your heart swells with affection for a moment at his gentle concern, but then you remember this is the last thing you want - Ben should be relaxing, not worrying about you.
“I promise, babe,” you say with another gentle peck to his lips. “I was just missing you, but I’m good now. Perfect, actually.”
Ben nods, though he still looks slightly unconvinced. He does drop the subject though, at least for now.
Grabbing your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, Ben leads you out of the airport to the car that’s waiting to take you back to the house.
You can tell how much lighter he seems than the last time you saw him, telling you excitedly about everything he and the boys have been getting up to and how nice it’s been.
When you arrive at the beautiful house with an infinity pool overlooking the sea, you’re greeted with enthusiasm by all of Ben’s mates. They’re always nice to you, and have been since you first met them at the beginning of the relationship, but you wonder if Ben told them to be extra nice or something - Harvey has you in a tight hug and Anish is offering you a cocktail before you’re even through the door.
You all settle into the patio furniture out back with some drinks and dinner that the guys made, enjoying some music and the gorgeous sunset over the water. It takes you a bit of time to ease into the relaxation after being so tense for weeks, but it’s hard not to feel at total peace when you’re in such a beautiful place surrounded by people you love.
You’re curled up on the sofa with Ben, your legs draped over his lap and your hands intertwined, when the idea of going to a club is suggested.
While all the others are in agreement, Ben turns to you and murmurs quietly in your ear.
“Totally up to you, babe,” he says. “I’d be just as happy to stay here with you and watch a film or something.”
As appealing as it sounds to stay in alone with Ben, all the boys seem to be buzzing to go out and you don’t want to put a damper on things by insisting he stay here with you.
“No, let’s go,” you say with a small smile, trying to encourage yourself as well. “It’ll be fun, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ben grins, leaning in to kiss you.
You quickly get ready while Ben takes a quick shower, grateful that you remembered to bring one outfit suitable for going out, a simple light blue dress with matching heels.
You’re just doing up the straps on your shoes, sitting on the bed, when Ben walks out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You take a moment to admire your boyfriend, your eyes raking over his defined muscles.
“You look incredible,” Ben says, walking in your direction with a smile on his face.
“You look pretty good right now, too,” you tease, very obviously checking him out.
“Oh yeah?” Ben smirks, coming closer and bending down to kiss you.
“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips, hands resting on his bare shoulders as you anchor yourself to him, pulling him in for another deep kiss.
You’re interrupted by the sound of someone knocking, immediately followed by Tom’s voice on the other side of the door.
“I’ve ordered the Uber, hurry up you two!”
Ben groans and reluctantly pulls away from you with one more quick kiss.
“To be continued,” he says emphatically as he goes to get dressed.
“Definitely,” you chuckle, already looking forward to getting lost in him the moment you get back tonight.
Within ten minutes, you’re all out the door and on the way to the club. It’s a big, glamorous beachfront club that’s already packed with hundreds of people by the time you arrive. Clubbing was never really your thing, but you’ve found that the ones Ben and his friends go to - on the higher end, with decent music and comfy booths - are generally pretty fun.
Harvey gives your names at the door and soon you’re immersed in the party, Ben’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist as you navigate the room to get to the VIP section.
The first hour or so you’re there is mostly nice, enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against Ben’s side as you sip on overpriced champagne and enjoy the music. You have fun chatting and catching up with all the boys about their various work endeavours and the girls they’re seeing.
You try to suppress thoughts of work and all the stress that is waiting for you when you return to reality on Monday, and you’re mostly successful.
Until you make the mistake of checking your phone in the bathroom and see a million work-related emails that have piled up since you last looked.
You know everything can wait til after your little weekend getaway is over, but the thought of facing another week of hell without Ben home to calm your nerves is enough to make you begin to spiral. You’re already at your stress limit, and you’re not sure how much more you can take before you hit your breaking point.
Suddenly feeling a need to get back to your group - specifically to Ben - you rush out of the washroom.
The bright strobe lights and the loud music, compounded with the way your mind is already racing makes it hard to breathe. You’re completely disoriented as you look around the room, trying to remember where you’re going as you navigate the sea of people.
All the negative thoughts swimming around in your brain and the stress are heightening your senses, and you nearly lose your footing, having to grab onto a railing for stability.
“Y/N? What are you - are you alright?”
You’re calmed slightly by the familiar voice, managing to look up and meet eyes with Tom in the midst of your impending panic attack. He looks confused and a bit worried, obviously not understanding what’s wrong with you. You don’t really know what’s wrong with you in the moment either, just that you can’t breathe properly and you need Ben.
“Did something happen?” Tom asks again, still frantic.
“I-I can’t-“ you try to say, grabbing Tom’s arm for stability as you once again begin to falter. “Can you-I need-“
Tom says something quickly to Harvey, who you hadn’t even realized was there until just now. A moment later, Harvey is gone, and Tom is gently grabbing your shoulders and leading you away from the music and the crowd.
You don’t notice that he’s taking you outside until you feel the slightly cool air hit you, providing you with some relief and making it somewhat easier to breathe.
Tom leads you to a nearby bench and helps you sit down, and though he’s rubbing your back and trying to talk to you comfortingly, you don’t really register it.
“I need-can you get Ben?” you ask him once you’re able to get a few more words out, and Tom nods immediately.
“He’s coming, don’t worry,” he assures you. “Just try to breathe, he’ll be right here.”
You nod, shutting your eyes tightly to fight back the tears and trying to breathe as well as you can.
As promised, within a few moments you feel a pair of warm hands on yours and you open your eyes to see Ben kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with wide and terrified eyes.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asks you, looking from you to Tom, who is able to offer no explanation. “Are you hurt? Did someone-“
“No, no,” you manage to choke out, wanting to quell his fears before his mind can run too far. “I just-I was trying to find you and I couldn’t-there were so many people and I just-“
You know he still doesn’t fully understand what’s wrong, as you’ve never struggled much with crowds of people before. You’ve been to loads of parties and events together, you’ve supported him in stadiums of thousands of people, and it’s never been an issue. Nevertheless, when you begin to cry more freely, your body continuing to tremble, he quickly moves into the spot Tom has vacated for him and pulls you into his arms.
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright,” he murmurs into your hair as he holds you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re basically in his lap. “You found me, I’m here now. I’ve got you.”
You bury your face in his chest, your tears staining his white t-shirt as you cry. Although you can feel the panic in your chest lessening with every second in Ben’s presence, the full weight of all the stress and emotions of the last few months hits you like a freight train.
Ben continues to murmur soothing words to you, stroking your hair with one hand and rubbing your back with the other as your sobs gradually wane.
You manage to get your breathing under control, soaking up the comfort of his touch and the gentle words he’s whispering in your ear.
Eventually, you pull back from him, wiping your mascara-streaked cheeks. Ben is still looking at you with immense concern, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.
“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
You nod your head, grabbing his other hand and squeezing it tightly. You know you need to open up to him. This breakdown is proof that you can’t keep holding it in anymore.
“Okay, I’ll call an Uber,” he says with a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Actually, can we wait a few minutes? Maybe take a walk?” you ask. “I think I just need a bit more fresh air before getting in the car.”
“Of course, babe, let me just tell the boys-“
Before Ben can finish the thought, your friends reappear, having given you some privacy so Ben could comfort you. With a gentle smile, Harvey passes you a glass of water, which you gratefully take.
“You feeling better, Y/N?” Anish asks.
“Yeah, thanks, just got a bit overwhelmed in there,” you say, sipping the cold water. “Sorry, guys, didn’t mean to ruin the night like this.”
“Don’t be silly, you haven’t,” Tom insists. “We were just worried about you.”
You nod appreciatively, laying your head on Ben’s shoulder for a moment as you continue to come down from the panic attack, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your bare knee.
“You want me to call a car, Chilly?”
“Nah, thanks, mate,” Ben says. “We’re just gonna go for a walk and cool down a bit, you guys go on inside and we’ll see you back at the house.”
“Alright,” Harvey smiles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Glad you’re okay. See you later.”
The boys all bid you goodbye and go back into the club, leaving you and Ben alone once more. He carefully helps you to your feet, and you lean on him even though you’re much steadier than you were before.
“Wanna go down to the beach?” Ben asks, gesturing toward a path that leads to the shimmering blue water.
You nod, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers as he leads you down the path.
The beach is totally quiet at this time of night, a stark contrast from the loud and bustling club you just left, and you hold Ben’s arm for stability as you take off your heels to carry them. The feeling of the sand beneath your feet and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore helps to calm your senses.
You find a nice, secluded spot to sit and look out at the ocean. Before you can even complain of the slight chill, Ben removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
“Thank you,” you whisper, reaching out to grab his hand again, needing to maintain physical contact with him.
“Of course,” Ben says, squeezing your hand. “Will you please tell me what’s going on now, babe? You’ve seemed a bit off since you got here, and last night on the phone. I’m worried about you.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t want to ruin your holiday with all this, I’ve just been struggling a bit lately. Work has gotten crazy stressful and so much stuff is piling up on me, it’s been making my anxiety a lot worse than it usually is. Tonight I just happened to check my work email in the toilets and I guess it triggered me, then the noise and the lights and everything were really overwhelming and I could tell I was about to have a panic attack. Luckily, Tom found me before it got too bad.”
Ben, who knows you’ve dealt with anxiety in the past and particularly in uni, just nods in understanding.
“You’ve been struggling these whole two weeks I’ve been gone?” he asks, visibly upset that you’re just telling him now.
It makes it even harder to tell him the full truth, but you know the point of this conversation is to be truly honest with him, even if it’s difficult.
“A few months, actually,” you confess. You see how his face falls completely, and you immediately elaborate. “I know I should’ve told you, but you’ve had such a tough year with the club and the World Cup and everything, I couldn’t bring myself to burden you with anything else.”
His eyes flash with a million different emotions, and for a moment you think he’s going to be mad at you, but he ends up just letting out a defeated sigh.
“You could never be a burden to me, Y/N,” Ben says firmly. “You’re everything to me. It doesn’t matter what I have going on, I need you to tell me if you’re going through something like this. Always.”
“I know, I will,” you reply, squeezing his hand again.
He takes your joined hands and brings them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles.
“I am so sorry I didn’t realize there was something going on earlier,” Ben says after a moment, shaking his head. “I feel like the world’s shittiest boyfriend.”
“Don’t apologize, baby, you’ve been going through a lot yourself,” you remind him.
“Yeah, but you’ve been there for me through all of it. Helping me when I was injured and talking me through every loss, week after week,” Ben sighs, the memories of the past season still fresh. “And I didn’t even know you were dealing with your own problems.”
“It’s alright, Ben, I promise,” you say with a small smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’ve been managing okay, just being with you helps a lot. It’s been hardest these couple weeks you’ve been away.”
“I’m so sorry, if I had known I would have-“
“I know, that’s why I didn’t say anything,” you tell him, your thumb stroking his sweet, concerned features. “You needed this holiday. I didn’t want you to be worrying about me.”
Ben wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple and lingering there.
“Baby,” he murmurs so softly that your heart melts. “I love you, but I need you to be honest with me from now on. It breaks my heart that you were going through this alone.”
You nod, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “I know.”
“And as for the holiday, I think you’re in need of one, too,” he continues, rubbing your back. “You should tell your boss you’re taking the next week off and come to Italy with me. We’ve got the yacht all week.”
There’s nothing that sounds as appealing to you right now as spending a week in paradise, soaking up the sun and enjoying uninterrupted time with Ben, but you don’t know how well it will go over if you tell your boss you’re taking a week off with almost zero notice.
“Ben, you know I want to, but-“
“Babe, you’ve been working yourself like crazy since you started there. You’re one of their best employees and they would be lost without you,” Ben reminds you. “Tell them you need a break. I’m sure your boss will understand, and if she doesn’t, then maybe you should tell them you’ll reevaluate whether you have a future there.”
You know he’s right, but you’re still nervous to give that ultimatum. You’ve hardly taken any vacation in the past year and you’re certainly overdue for it, but it doesn’t come naturally to you to make demands - even when it’s necessary.
“What if they let me go?”
“Then they would be bloody idiots,” Ben scoffs. “You deserve to work somewhere that lets you prioritize your mental health, love. And if that’s not this job, then quit and we’ll find you something else.”
“I can’t just quit my job, Ben,” you chuckle, fiddling with the too-long sleeves of his jacket you’re wearing.
“You can if it doesn’t make you happy,” he replies without a beat. “And please don’t say need a steady income, because you know I don’t give a shit if you ever work another day in your life.”
While you’re aware that most of Ben’s mates - at least the ones in football - don’t have girlfriends with traditional jobs such as yourself, you’ve always liked making your own money. It’s not that you harbour any judgement for those who don’t, but you think you would go stir-crazy if you spent all your time waiting at home for Ben.
“I appreciate the offer, babe, but I think I just need to find a better work-life balance,” you admit. “Maybe a week off isn’t such a bad idea. I can talk to my boss in the morning.”
Ben’s face lights up and he begins to press little kisses all over your face, making your heart soar.
“Perfect, I was dreading saying goodbye to you again,” he confesses. “I hate sleeping without you.”
“So do I,” you murmur, pressing your lips against his briefly, pulling apart when a thought occurs to you. “I don’t have enough clothes for a week.”
“You won’t need them,” Ben replies without missing a beat, making you laugh and shove his chest playfully. “Or we can go shopping. Whatever you want, love.”
You smile into Ben’s kiss and he deepens it quickly, his arm wrapping around you to tug you impossibly closer. You sigh happily, enjoying the serenity and intimacy of this moment.
When you pull back again, he gently cups your cheek and you lean into his warm palm, pressing a quick kiss there.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asks softly. “Do you want to go back to the house?”
“I am feeling better, but I just want to stay here a little longer if that’s alright.”
“Of course, baby,” Ben smiles, shifting slightly and opening his arms wide so you can lean back against him.
He positions you so you’re inbetween his legs, leaning against his chest, with his arms tightly wrapped around you and your hands clutching his.
You’re both silent for a whole, listening to the sound of the sea and enjoying each other’s touch after a long two weeks without it.
“Promise me one more time that you’ll tell me if you’re ever feeling this way again,” Ben murmurs into your hair after a few minutes. “Because seeing you like that is one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. I was so worried.”
Your heart aches a bit as you realize what a sight you must’ve been for your poor worried boyfriend, sobbing incoherently outside the club.
“I promise, Ben,” you say with a squeeze of his hand. “I won’t keep anything from you again.”
“Okay,” he breathes, lips pressed to your head. “I love you so much. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself, but I’m really glad you’re here with me now.”
“I love you too,” you say, snuggling deeper into his arms. “And I’m also really glad I’m here.”
Ben continues to press kisses to your head as you stare out at the sea, the comfort of his touch washing over you like the waves lapping against the shore.
Although there will be more hurdles for both of you to face as you continue your respective careers, you know that as long as you have Ben and ensure that you communicate your feelings, everything will be fine.
And in the meantime, you get to spend a week on a yacht with your hot boyfriend. Life could be a lot worse.
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Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader.
AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter.
(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)
I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT.
WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking (they're at a bar) Eddie is sweaty
WORDCOUNT: 5k
CHAPTER 3: THE GANGS ALL HERE
It took about fifteen minutes for the house to become a loud mess of young teens and young adults. Passing between the open door to the backyard, people dipping their feet in the pool, some hovering in the kitchen, and of course Steve, watching Robin with his hands on his hips as she manned the grill. He still didn't trust her enough to cook by herself, and you could only reassure him so many times, but still he refuses to fully believe you.
The gang included, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, who was dating Max. Mike Wheeler and his sister Nancy Wheeler. Will Byers and his brother Johnathan Byers, who was dating Nancy. But Nancy was also Steves ex but they somehow get along really well?. Jane Hopper, who was will and Jonathans step sister, and she was dating Mike.
You sat on the edge of the pool next to Max watching Dustin and Mike battle it out with pool noodles.
"It's crazy to think all of you have grown up together" You comment.
Max turned to you, a small smile on her lips as she looked at you over the top of her red sunglasses. "Everyone always says that" She laughed. "They're the siblings I never had, and although they are all a huge pain in my ass I'm glad I became friends with them, trauma and all"
"Were you at the mall too? With the fire and all that?" you asked quietly.
"Uh yeah, most of us were actually" She seemed like she wanted to say more but closed her mouth. Forcing a tight lipped smile while she looked at me.
"That must have been scary, I can only imagine... But you don't have to talk about it, I get it, I'm sorry for prying" Instantly panicking that you might have crossed a line with the small red head but she laughed instead.
"No don't worry about it, people always ask about it, it's kind of an unbelievable story"
you nodded, turning your attention back to everyone around the backyard. Mike and Jane were sat close together on one of the lounge chairs, deep in conversations while their hands were intertwined.
"Hey can I ask you a question?" You said turning back to Max.
"Yeah of course"
"Who's the guy in the band? The show tomorrow?" your brows furrow, squinting through the sun.
"Eddie?"
You shrug. "Robin hasn't told me his name, keeps referring to him as 'an old friend' for some reason"
Max snorted. "Eddie Munson, he's the dungeon master for the DnD club all the guys were in at school. Or at least he was before he graduated, that's how we all know him, cause of those nerds" She said gesturing to the boys in the pool.
"Eddie Munson" You repeated. His named felt smooth on your tongue, a name you get used to saying... It replayed in your mind over and over again like a spell.
The rest of the night was actually quite peaceful. You all sat around the little campfire and exchanged stories, some good, some cringe, relating to old high school moments, and newer ones from the younger kids. They all seemed so mature for their age. All of them seeming to know more than me, and maybe they had been through more than they let on. But they were all so sweet nonetheless. It was obvious how much they loved and cared for each other.
After the sun had long gone down, we all cramped into the basement to watch a movie, and after almost an hour of back and forth yelling on which movie was better and why you ended up falling asleep about ten minutes into the movie. When you woke up the movie had ended and static played on the tv, lighting up the crowded couch where they all were fast asleep and all tucked around each other. You snuck away to grab your camera and snapped a picture of them, it was too cute for you not to.
"You're such a creep" Robin whispered to you. Waking up from her spot on the other couch, stretching her arms over her head.
"They look cute, sue me" you said without looking at her. "I'm going to head up to bed" you said, attempting to speak through your yawn.
Heading for the stairs you turned back to robin before leaving "Robin?" You said quietly.
"mhmm?"
"I really like your friends. I can see why you keep them around, I've never seen you so happy"
She blushed, the pink still prominent enough in the white glow of the tv. "Thanks... They really like you as well, they can't believe I found another cool friend honestly" She looked at them with fondness in her eyes.
"Goodnight Robby"
You happily tucked yourself into your bed for the week, sinking into the lavish pillows surrounding you.
You woke up the next morning around nine thirty, stretching out your arms and legs. After a few extra minutes of staring at the ceiling you finally got up and creeped into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and peaking into Robins room to see if she was awake yet. She wasn't.
You grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks and tugged them on before quietly making your way downstairs.
Feeling your shoulders relax when you realized you were probably the only one awake right now. You take your time snooping around the kitchen until you eventually found everything you needed to make coffee. You laughed to yourself knowing Robin would curse you for using instant coffee instead of 'the real stuff' considering you worked at a coffee shop. But something about instant coffee just hit perfectly in the morning.
Holding your mug of coffee to your chest you walked over to the large sliding doors to the backyard. Admiring the sun slowly filtering through the trees, bearing down a comfortable warmth before the heat of the afternoon was sure to hit.
You don't know when, or how long Steve had been in the kitchen but when he placed his own mug down on the counter; the ceramic noise of the cup meeting marble startled you and you flinched slightly, your coffee swirling in your mug threatening to spill more than the few splashes that hit your shirt.
"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Steve chuckled, his voice low and still groggy. from sleep. Hair a mess of a mop on the top of his head, yet it had somehow gained volume. "You're up early" He said while beginning to fix himself a cup of coffee.
"This is actually pretty late for me, I'm used to getting up so early for work" You pout. "This is the first time I've had more than two days off in a row"
"Really?" Steve said walking over to stand next to you. "How come you work so much?"
"I'm too nice to say no" you sigh, looking down into your coffee cup.
Taking a sip of his own, he nodded with a silent agreement. "That's like me and those little shits asleep downstairs. The amount of times I've considered moving back here just for them"
"You really are quite the babysitter aren't you? Robin makes jokes about it all the time, but it's different seeing you actually with them" you joke, bumping your shoulder into his.
Quiet footsteps from the basement stairs were heard behind you, both you and Steve turning to see who was creeping up the steps. It was Max with her two braids a little messy, a few strands coming untucked. "Oh thank god someone else is awake" She breathed while walking into the kitchen.
"I tried to stay down there but it's so boring when none of them are awake, and Dustins snoring was driving me crazy" Rolling her eyes she began searching through Steves cupboards, and drawers. The two of you continue to watch as she shifted around the kitchen, looking for whatever it was she was looking for. After a few minutes, she had laid out a bunch of bowls and other cooking utensils.
With a huff she leaned with both hands agaisnt the counter and looked up at Steve. "Steve do you have stuff to make pancakes?"
"Obviously" Steve said running a hand through his hair. "Of course I have stuff for pancakes" he scoffed while joining her on the other side of the counter.
As the smell of pancakes, syrup and bacon, filled the air, more and more of the gang slowly began to filter in and out of the kitchen. Grabbing a serving of pancakes and sitting around the kitchen and outside in the backyard to enjoy the morning warmth before it got too hot. You settled with three pancakes, adding sliced bananas on top and drowned them in syrup. "Max these are incredible" You say after swallowing a sticky mouthful of pancake and banana.
"Hey she didn't do all of the work!" Steve yelled over the sound of the kitchen sink, elbows deep in soapy water.
After a day of laying in the sun by the pool, and swimming until your arms hurt it was time to start getting ready for the show tonight. Most of the gang had gone home to get ready which left you alone sat on the floor surrounded by every item of clothing you had brought. You pouted at your choices, none of them seeming to satisfy you. With a groan you leaned back until you were laying on the floor.
"Somehow I always find you on the floor" Robin said from the door. "What's your dilemma this time" She said coming to join you on the floor
"I don't know what to wear" you grumbled, throwing an arm over your eyes.
"Just like, wear something all black, it's a pretty metal band, and a dingy bar so you don't have to try so hard to fit in"
Leaning up onto my elbows you surveyed your options once more. "Do I look like I wear all black?" you say gesturing to the colourful and mismatched pile of clothing.
Robin rolled her eyes. Leaning forward onto her knees she rummaged through the clothes, mumbling to herself as she went along.
"Here" She said shoving a full outfit into your hands. "Go put it on" She poked at your sides until you were laughing and helped you up off the floor. Shoving you towards to bathroom to get dressed.
It was the Metallica shirt that usually you wore exclusively for sleeping. A pair of black shorts, with rainbow striped socks and your converse. It was a simple outfit, and you were kind of annoyed you didn't consider it in the first place. "Perfect!" Robin said jumping up and down while clapping her hands. "You look so cute"
You blush, avoiding her gaze. "You said it was a metal band?"
"Yeah, super metal, very loud, I never know what they're singing half the time, but I'm there to support" She said shrugging, jumping a few times while buttoning up her jeans.
Going with the theme of black, you did some messy black eyeliner, smudging it out around the edges to give it a more 'alternative' vibe, whatever that meant. but I smudged it out more. You added a lightly tinted lipgloss giving your lips a perfect cherry pink color.
The hideout was about an hour away from the centre of Hawkins, the bar stationed at the very edge of the town in an almost deserted area with only a few other buildings around it. The neon sign outside of the door flickered, half of it burnt out but still trying illuminated the large bald man who sat on a stool right next to the door, probably there to card minors, but by the looks of him he probably let most of them in.
Once inside the bar was exactly what you would picture any old dingy bar to look like. Wonky wooden floors that were abused by the heavy footed men who spilled their drinks after having one too many, or knocking over the tall bar tables in some sort of petty fight they wouldn't remember in fifteen minutes. The lights low, so only the few yellow wall lights filled the room with a faint glow. A couple of red faux leather booths across the left side of the bar, closest to the bathrooms that you could only imagine smelled like that weird portapotty chemical smell.
You scrunched your nose at the thought. Most of the gang ran over to grab seats in the booths while Robin lead you to the bar.
"What can I get for you two ladies?" the bar tender asked. He was tall and thick with muscle. Covered in tattoos, and some of them definitely looked gang related, but you didn't let your eyes linger on them very long.
"Could I get a vodka and coke?" Robin asked, her fingers tapping anxiously against the hardwood of the bar top.
The bartender nodded and then looked at you. "Just a sprite would be great" I said smiling. "Also thank you"
His lips lifted ever so slightly into a small smile as he went about making our drinks. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished from making the mean tough man smile.
"You're not drinking?" Robin asks with a raised brow, fingers still tapping away as she spoke.
"I can feel a headache brewing, don't want to make it worse by drinking tonight" it wasn't a lie, you decently did have a headache brewing, tension from the nerves of finally meeting the mystery man named Eddie. If you added alcohol into the mix tonight you'd be in for a rude awakening tomorrow.
Robin hummed, barely paying attention to what you said, her eyes searching every crevice of the bar.
"Anxious about Vickie?"
Her eyes were wide, and she was so jittery she looked like a chihuahua. "No! Why would I be? Of course I'm not anxious" she said quickly, but folded even quicker.
"Well yes, a lot actually, she said she would be here, but what if she doesn't show?" She eagerly grabbed her drink the minute the bartender set them down. You give him another small smile before slapping down some cash for the drinks, and a couple into his tip jar.
"You talked to her on the phone today right?" Robin nodded, sipping her drink. "And she said she was coming, and that she was really excited to see you right?" You asked, repeating her words from earlier.
"Yeah she did"
"So then she'll be here Robin don't worry about it" you give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and she smiles, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
"I'm sorry for freaking out about it so much"
"Don't apologize, that's what best friends are for, we sign up to listen to you freak out about the same thing a million times, s'just our job" you shrug.
She rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to say something witty probably but the uproar of the gang behind the two of you made her turn around. "Oh!" She yelled and quickly made her way over to the booths. Confused you follow and watched as she envelopes a tall man with long curly hair in a hug. You assume this was the 'Eddie', Max had told you about yesterday but you could only see the back of him.
Shyly sliding next to Robin, who now held him at arms length, you were finally able to see him.
My god was he beautiful. You don't know why Robin didn't tell you; You guess the whole being a lesbian thing it probably didn't even occur to her. His skin looked like porcelain, and his eyes were such chocolate brown you were sure they would make anyone who made eye contact with him melt. He was smiling while Robin babbled to him, words you couldn't even make out because you were so entranced by him. He had dimples, and deep lines that formed when he smiled around his eyes and mouth. His face so full of expression, giving you exactly the response you would want from whatever you told him. When his eyes flickered to yours it felt like time had stopped. He furrowed his brows, just slightly, clearly confused as to who you was, but there was something in his eyes you couldn't quite make out, but it made them sparkle.
"Oh! Let me finally introduce you two" Robin said turning towards you. Snapping you out of your thoughts you shook your head a little, plastering a smile on my face and reaching your hand out towards him.
"She's a she?" He said turning to robin. "I thought your roommate was a dude this entire time?"
"No you dingus, I've talked about her before, and she is very much a she, not a dude. Not my fault you gendered a nickname" She said rolling her eyes and returning to the gang behind you. Everyone clearly already having said their hellos, leaving us to get to know each other a little.
"Sorry about that" you blush.
He smiled at you, bringing his hand forward engulfing yours with his and shook it lightly. He repeated your name, and it sounded like heaven coming from his lips. You correct him, and give him your nick name which you prefer to be called but he ignores it, glancing down at your shirt.
"That's my shirt?" He said letting go of your hand to tug at the hem of the fabric.
"Huh?" you look down at his hand and then back up at him.
"This is mine, I thought I lost it, but you of all people have it?" He said raising his eyebrow.
"Oh Robin gave it to me, she didn't want to throw it out, so I took it" You say shyly, looking down at your feet. "I usually sleep in it, I don't listen to them so I feel bad if I wear it out"
"So you're wearing your pyjamas at a bar?" He teased.
You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled up at him. "I didn't pick out the outfit alright? I'm a lot more colourful than this" You say waving a hand up and down your body.
"I can tell" He said with a laugh. "Alright I gotta head to the stage, I hope you enjoy the show, even if you don't listen to stuff like this"
"I'm sure I will, break a leg up there" You say, giving him a small thumbs up. He crossed both his fingers on each hand in return.
When he made it to the stage you grabbed robin; maybe a little too aggressively as she almost spilled her drink all over the floor. "Why didn't you tell me he looked like that?" you spat, trying not to get the attention of the rest of the group.
"Huh?"
"Eddie!" you exclaim.
"What about Eddie?"
"Oh my god" You ran a hand over your face. "He looks like a fucking sex god Robin and you let me leave the house looking like this?"
"You look cute!" She argued.
"Maybe! Not cute enough for him" You say throwing your hands up in the air.
"Wait do you like Eddie?" she asks excitedly
"Well I don't know him, so I can't say yes to that, but his fucking face apparently has a way of making me have feelings that's for sure"
Robin snorted. "Oh my god I can't believe you're crushing on Eddie"
"Robin I swear to god, if you say anything to anyone I will spill so much lego on the floor of your room you will never be able to walk comfortably ever again"
"I never said I was going to say anything!" She said in defence. "But no, I won't say anything. He for sure thinks you're pretty though" she said into her glass.
"How would you know that?" you snort
"Because he's staring at you" she said smiling.
A panicked quick glance to your right to see that he in fact, really was staring at you. He seemed lost in thought, his drummer talking to him passionately, his hands flying, all while Eddies eyes stayed locked on you. Blushing, you ended up being the first one to break eye contact, but Eddies eyes didn't stray from you for very long.
About five minutes later Vickie finally showed up and ran full speed to Robin, hugging her so tightly while burying her head into Robins shoulder. They stood like that for a few minutes before finally breaking apart to give each other a cluster of kisses, laughing the whole time.
You smiled while you watched them, knowing Robin had nothing to worry about. Vickie is hopelessly in love with that woman.
More people filtered in and eventually people were standing shoulder to shoulder. Robin and Steve creating a protective amount of space around you, knowing know more about these types of crowds. Feeling very grateful to have them as friends who take such good care of you.
When Eddie emerged from the stage again he had removed his leather jacket. Now only a loose black tank top hung over his broad shoulders. His hair tugged half up into a bun to keep it out of his face. When he spoke into the mic I watched as his lips grazed the metal of it with each word.
"How ya doing Hawkins?" His voice echoed through the bar. People cheering and clapping at the sound of his voice.
"It's been a while, but I could never forget my favourite place" Another round of cheers. "Were gunna play a couple of our songs, but we wanna end it with the one that started it all, which is a cover of Metallicas Master of Puppets"
The gang excitedly screamed and clapped, encouraging him.
"Alright, that being said let's get this show fucking started" He almost growled those last few words before he and the rest of his band started jamming on their instruments. Grabbing your camera out of your bag, you snapped a couple pictures of Eddie. For the memories... Obviously.
They were insane. You couldn't really understand the words, and you could feel your headache grow, but being able to watch each of them individually and how much passion they put into their performance it was worth it.
Eddie looked like be belonged up there, like he was born to be on a stage, or at least the centre of attention. How could he not be with a face like that. His head bobbing along to the music as his fingers diligently worked up and down the neck of his guitar. His tongue jutting out over his top lip as he concentrated on the chords. His bangs were clinging to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and onto his chest. The once loose fitting tank top now clung to his damp torso.
When he finally opened his eyes again he looked right at you but it felt like he was looking through you. It felt like your heart had stopped and time had stood still for the second time tonight. You could see Robin look at you out of the corner of your eye but refused to give her the satisfaction of looking back at her.
When the show finally ended, the entire gang was so hyped up and excited. Apparently Eddie and his band had been traveling a bit around the U.S doing small shows, and people seemed to really enjoy them!
We were all gathered around an old van at the side of the bar while the band came in and out, putting all their equipment in the back of the van. You scuffed the toe of your shoe off the ground while you waited with the rest of them. Robin and Vickie had been attached at the hip the minute Vickie entered the bar, so you drifted off to the side, afraid of bothering the rest of them.
When Eddie came out and the gang got loud again, all of them exchanging hugs, and 'welcome homes'. You leaned against the side of the van watching them, Unable to hide the smile seeing them have so much love for their friend. A heart grunt from the door next to you made you turn, one of the band guys struggling to carry something. His hand was slipping and made the weight off so you jogged over quickly to grab the other end of whatever it was that he was carrying. It looked like it was an amp.
"Thanks!" He smiled and huffed.
"I couldn't just stand there and watch you struggle" You said while straining to keep your end of the amp up high enough to lift up into the van. He let you shift your end in first, clearly noticing your slight struggle. You dusted off your hands on your shorts once the amp was successfully placed into the van.
"Thanks again" He said raising his hand up to you for a high five you smacked his hand, leaving the two of you with a stingy palm
"No problem"
"I'm Gareth by the way" he said introducing himself quickly before returning to the inside of the bar.
Going back to leaning against the van you crossed your arms over your chest, rubbing your arms and resting your hands on the tops of your shoulders, fighting off the small chill from the light breeze rolling by. Closing your eyes you leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the van, letting yourself relax into it slightly, the cold temperature soothing the dull ache behind your eyes.
"So how'd you like the show?"
Eddies voice startled your, your eyes snapping open with a small flinch.
He laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" He said holding up his hands in defence.
"It's okay" you laughed. "But I liked it. It was cool seeing you up there, very wild" You said honestly.
"I'm not like that all the time"
"What a rockstar?"
"Well yeah, I'm just a big nerd, town freak, all that good stuff" He said shrugging with a small smile.
"Aren't we all?" You asked tilting your head to the side. "Probably why we all get along so well huh?" You nod towards the slowly dispersing group of friends.
He laughed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, leaning back onto the balls of his feet, with his shoulders tucked up high near his ears. The loud bang of the doors of the van closing made the both of us jump.
"Good to go Ed" Gareth said giving him a thumbs up.
"Thanks man" Eddie said with a salute. He turned back to you quickly. "Where you staying? Steves?"
"Uh yeah"
"I'll drive you" He said pulling out his keys from his pocket.
"Oh no that's okay I came with- Wait where did she go" You looked around for Robin, spinning in a full circle. "She left with Vickie didn't she"
"About ten minutes ago, when you were helping Gareth with the amp"
"The sex better be worth it if she's abandoning me" You say with fake annoyance.
"Your chariot awakes m'lady" He said while dipping into a bow.
"Why thank you kind sir" You quip with a terrible fake British accent, accompanied by a clumsy curtsy. Eddie reached for your hand, grabbing it and leading you up to the passenger side of the van which you now realized was his. He opened the door and continued to hold your hand to help me up and into the seat. After closing your door he jogged around the front and quickly got into the drivers seat.
You clipped in your seatbelt, setting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Is it okay if I cross my legs?" You asked looking towards him.
"Yeah why wouldn't it be?" He said turning around, one hand placed on the back of your headrest as he reversed out of the parking spot. You could smell him like this, sweat, beer, and some sort of cologne you couldn't decipher.
"Didn't know if you were one of those car people" You joke while tucking your legs up and crossing them.
"You mean like Steve?" He said glancing at you.
"Exactly that"
"This van is probably older than me, it reeks of weed and cigarettes, you could pretty much do anything in here, I don't mind"
"I'll keep that in mind for when I have to pee" You tease. "I'll just pee my pants"
He scrunched his nose. "Okay maybe no pissing on my seats"
"Too late, I make no promises"
"You're funny. I like it"
"Oh, uh, thank you" You blush looking down at your hands, suddenly finding the nail polish on them very interesting.
"So, tell me about yourself"
You groan. "That's like the worst way to get to know someone!"
"How is that the worst way to get to know someone? It's such a simple question!" He argued.
"Oh it absolutely isn't! It's like the worst question they ask you at job interviews, I never know what they want to hear!"
He laughed loudly and you couldn't help but laugh with him. His head tilting back slightly. "Okay well what do you want me to know about you?"
"Oh fuck that seems even harder... Let me think about that for a moment" You said, and he let you. You sat in silence for a few minutes while you racked your brain for anything you thought was maybe interesting enough about yourself to tell him.
"I like taking pictures?" You say, catching a side glance at him.
"What do you like to take pictures of?" He asked without a beat, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
"Anything really, I journal them often"
"You journal them?"
"Yeah, I tape them into a notebook, with kind of like a diary entry about whatever I wanna write about, and then I'll say something about the pictures and then cover the page with stickers and doodles"
"Are you gunna put the pictures of me in there?"
Your heart squeezed. "Yeah I might" you admit "You gunna be jealous if I don't?"
"My heart would be absolutely crushed princess" He said while taking one hand off of the wheel to clutch at his heart.
Princess.
A small giggled bubbled in your chest, and a snort escaped amongst the laugh you let out.
"What a wonderful sound that is" he said with a dreamy sounding sigh.
"What is?"
"Your laugh" he said turning to glance at you.
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lovefool [6/6] (jjk)
pairing: jeon jungkook × reader
genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut
summary: your boyfriend’s pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.
word count: 5k
warnings: pretty tame mentions of parental negligence, almost smut at the end.
note: yeaah this is it for lovefool !! um 😁 i had fun writing it! i will add to this au through drabbles as i've already mentioned before :D hope you like it! and sorry it's a little longer than the other parts!
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There are around a little less than three full sentences that you’ve conjured up to say to your boyfriend. In your haste of being quick (and dramatic) after considering Jungkook’s schedule, you were NOT ready for the conversation you needed to have.
One would assume you’re only running away from your problems which would still be okay because then you’d have time. The time you need to spend, sincerely thinking about exploring your options.
Things may seem bleak now but there’s always daylight after a dark night. Unless, you account for the Arctic Circle during summers, then this analogy doesn’t make sense, but you know you have a thing for cliches and the dramatic.
“_____, bloody shower already! Wash your hair so I can dye it tomorrow!” Sana’s screech brings you out of your thoughts.
“I’m not sure I want to dye my hair, Sana, bleaching itself is scary...” - “Bleaching is the only scary part, genius. And I already bought pink dye and purple shampoo for you!”
“I’m sorry,” you frown.
Sana softens at your guilt-ridden demeanour, “Hey, it’s no biggie, it doesn’t expire until next year. I’m sure I can get Jungkook to convince you. You’ll have matching hair colours! It’s fucking cute, babe.”
Sana smiles sweetly. “Now, shower. Now, now.”
“I will! Soon.” You pout.
“Okay! See you in the hall room.” She pats you on your butt before strutting away.
You swear your indecisiveness is genetic. As much as you’d like to blame your family for yet another thing from a really long list of ‘defects’, it’s pointless and a waste of time. All of this was on you. And Yuna. And Jungkook, but mostly yourself.
Taehyung has called to check on you twice now and unsurprisingly, he refuses to disclose any details about what you might have to prepare for. ‘I’d much rather you speak directly to Jungkook, I really don’t want to risk changing your mind for the worse—or better. Just know I will continue being your friend no matter what comes out of this,�� he had said.
And that got you wondering.
Are you truly prepared for the ‘worse’ outcome?
You don’t want to deal with a breakup and you don’t want to deal with Yuna. It’s highly unlikely that you may never see her or Jungkook again after your presumed, hypothetical breakup. It’d kill you to see Jungkook still around the person who kinda sorta pushed you, his presumed and hypothetical ex-girlfriend, away.
Honestly, deep down, you really wouldn’t blame him if he stuck with her.
If you had a relationship like Jungkook and Yuna’s, you’d struggle to ‘choose’ as well. You don’t expect him to throw away years’ worth of a friendship for or at the cost of a two-month long relationship.
At the same time, you would most likely disintegrate if you saw them become more than just best friends. You almost retch at the imaginary scenario.
How funny would that be? Very not.
Instead of getting yourself worked up over what may be, you Rory Gilmore it up.
You make a ‘pro and con’ list.
It sounds unethical to base your decision to date or not to date on a list of whatever reasons, which could very well end up being shallow and more logic based than your emotions and feelings.
Lucky for you, you don’t have a single logical bone in your body. You’re frantic and last minute. The most planning you can do for this ‘conversation’ is this, no doubt, very trustworthy ‘pro and con’ list.
Jungkook communicates with you solely over text and it’s a lot less frequent than usual. It’s awkward because he doesn’t try to push anything on you and you didn’t expect it.
You can’t help but think he may slowly be pulling away from you.
The distance has done nothing but make you miss him and want him more but you’re worried it’s only because you’re afraid of losses and change. You’re scared he doesn’t feel the same for you. You don’t want to be on a different page than him.
Before you psych yourself out over the possibility of Jungkook not wanting to be with you, you prepare for your little list.
The notepad you use to scribble on was on Sana’s desk, out of your reach.
You frown, not wanting to move from the comfortable blanket and throw pillows you were tucked under.
You think about ringing Sana but you had bothered her enough with tucking you in earlier that day, so you forgo it.
Then, you mentally list your cons of breaking up--- you’d miss him, this would wreck you, it would possibly wreck him, Yuna would swoop in, Jungkook and Yuna would form a hate club and then they would kiss.
The pros would be--- you will not go through an emotional break up that would destroy your routine for a while, Jungkook realises he liked Yuna all along and it’d be harder for him to break it off with you because he is the nicest man you've ever met.
And now, you realise you lack a clarity of thought and all your thoughts are based on your insecurities.
You want to call Dr. Min but it seems a little excessive and spineless to ask him what you should be talking about with Jungkook.
Thought dumping is always an option. You could leave it all up to Jungkook. Whatever his decision is, goes.
This is coming from a very cowardly side of you--- letting other people take control of you and your life. It’s difficult to unlearn something you’re so used to doing. Recognising it is a good first step, though. So says Dr. Min. You owe him your life for the changes he’s making for you.
You confessed to him how grateful you were but he’d insist it was a collaborative effort.
In all honesty, you want Jungkook so badly. You want to be consumed by him, give into him. And if you put your insecurities away, you would stop running from this wonderful man. You can acknowledge his inexperience but it’s not like you’re any better. In fact, you’re more childish than he is. You don’t know any better than he does.
It’s still a young relationship and it’d be such a shame if it ended so suddenly without reason.
The only aspect you need closure in is this inner war you have with yourself.
Again, it doesn’t happen overnight. ‘Rome wasn't built in a day, but it burned in one.’ (I forget who says this.)
You despise those “self love” mantras--- love yourself, you’re beautiful, you’re perfect, believe in yourself, you’re enough, you deserve better--- it’s all a load of bollocks.
You know relationships are hard work, you know you have a lot to sort out within yourself, you know you have a lot to tell Jungkook about yourself and it’s never going to be perfect. Nothing is perfect.
In a way, you’re grateful for the little bumps because it trains you for future adversaries (?) too dramatic? No?
The little tremors reassure you that you’re on the right track. If it were all smooth and seamless, you’d be more suspicious and paranoid. Ironically, those are factors you experience now as well. For a different reason.
“Hey, doll.”
Your eyes blinked open. Was your brain messing with you or did you actually hear Jungkook?
You crane your neck up from the soft pillows. The pillows and blanket did not aid you in any way, pushing you down further.
“Jungkook?”
“I hope you don’t mind me coming to you first---” He paused at your expression.
Your face was a true index of your mind. Erratic. Disbelief. Confused. You swore you had decided to meet the following day.
“See, I waited till today and I couldn’t stop myself.” He continued.
You establish that he’s here. It settles in.
In a way, this is great, you aren’t overwhelmed by anxiety from waiting and overthinking more than you already have.
For some reason, you aren’t upset that he showed up before decided. After all, you did miss him.
Sitting up on your bed, you watch him awkwardly shift his weight from one leg to another, debating on taking a step closer to you.
You’re really happy to see him yet you contemplate running into the bathroom to avoid him for a bit but immediately shoot that thought down.
It’s only insecurity about your appearance. You wished you didn’t look like you hadn’t showered or slept or eaten well in three days.
The silence is so loud when the closing of the front door breaks it, indicating Sana’s leave. She gave you privacy.
“I had begun to forget what you looked like. It’s been so long.” Jungkook almost whispered.
It had been a little over two weeks.
The mention of your looks made you a little self-conscious.
“_____.”
“Hm?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking about... please. Do you want me to leave? I’ll come back tomorrow; I swear.”
You stretch your legs out on the bed, revealing your thick, fuzzy socks and unshaved legs. It didn’t bother you at the moment because you didn’t notice it.
You point to Sana’s bean bag with your toes, directing him to make himself comfortable. You hope she won’t mind and make a note to wipe it down just in case. He obliges.
Discreetly adjusting your night dress over your thighs under the blankets, you stare directly into his panicked looking eyes.
"_____..." He starts again. Bur you cut him off.
“Honestly?” You begin, “I’m a little annoyed.”
“Because of me?” Jungkook points to himself with his thumb.
You frown, “Kind of? But not really. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I meant--- Jungkook, I thought- I had your word. About tomorrow? Not today.” You stutter, unsure of your tone.
“I know- it’s an asshole move to just, ignore you and force you to talk to me and I promise you, I will leave immediately if you don’t want me here. I just wanted to make sure you’re OKAY. I wanted to make sure you’re still… I don’t know- here, with me.” He looks worried but so well rested. Fresh? And pretty.
You would have no idea he was this worried just by looking at him.
You furrow your brows, “I won’t deny that it was an… asshole move, as you put it, but...“ You struggle to maintain eye contact with him. “I am happy to see you. I missed you.”
Those words came as a relief to Jungkook, who now had a small smile graced on his lips, “You are so important to me.” It was the most random afterthought.
Your eyes welled up at that. It wasn’t supposed to happen this early on?#&!@
“That feels good to hear.” You respond weakly. “But, I have so much to tell you. Ask you. But, mostly tell you.” You pause, “I want you to be prepared to take everything in.”
“I promise you, I’m here. I’m with you.” Jungkook extends his hand for you to hold.
You restart your sentence thrice before getting a hang of what you’ve half heartedly rehearsed.
“It’s a shame I don’t have a cocktail in my hand right now,” you nervously laugh.
Jungkook playfully scoffs, “Can I sit with you?” You pause, “No, I haven’t showered yet.” “That’s okay.”
You smile at the ground. “I have to start with, like, my upbringing, my family life, relationship- whatever.”
Jungkook tilts his head forward to indicate he was attentive.
“I haven’t had the best role models as a child. I’m lacking in many ways and I doubt I will ever feel completely confident in myself, at least for now. And none of this is-“ You find an object or something, anything to focus on. To compose yourself. Jungkook’s finger tattoos. His hands distract you for a second before you get back on track. “It’s not your fault. And it’s not your responsibility to make me confident. I know, I’m the only one who can change that.”
You can see it on his face that he disagrees with something you said but the floor is yours at the moment. He respects it.
“So, I’ve never really had anyone tell me that I’m doing okay? I swear I can explain this better...“ You scoff to yourself.
“Don’t worry.” Jungkook reassures you. “You’re good.”
Jungkook contemplates whether or not to ask to sit closer to you. He shook his head and let you lead him instead.
“Wow, I hate being this vulnerable. Ahh….” You pause for only a second or two, not wanting to break your flow.
“I have never been sure about anything in my life, stuff most people would find easy to, uh, operate through. I didn’t know where I’d be now a year ago, I could never plan for anything. I don’t have plans. I don’t have a goal or a dream. And, I didn’t know if that was… normal or okay.”
“You know? Things like, do I want to study more or take a break? What am I good at? What can I do that would help me in any way in life? How do I, I don’t know, grow a backbone…? Am I even stable enough to bring another person into my life?”
“Just the usual stuff.” Jungkook interrupts.
You smile a little, “Sure.”
“Up until I started therapy with this really great psychiatrist. Min Yoongi. That’s his name,” You looked up at Jungkook, feeling your lower lip quiver, “And he- I think, I mean I know this is incredibly weird but he has taught me a lot more in months than my parents have in years.” You squeeze your eyes shut.
You try not to let it affect you but fail. It’s a reaction you’re far too familiar with when you mention or even think of your parents. Even in passing.
A sob escapes your lips. “I feel guilty for talking about them this way. They have given me everything they could. I’m not ungrateful. I don’t want you to think I-”
“_____, I understand what you mean. Nothing you say right now will change my feelings for you.” Jungkook attempts to comfort you.
He was lucky enough to have the privilege of being paid attention to and loved. He knows this very well.
Besides, he wouldn’t dare make assumptions about you even if you kicked a child in their face.
You chew on your inner cheek to stop yourself from breaking down, “I respect my parents as people. I really, really do but I can’t go back to them. I can never do anything right for them and they’ve ruined possibly every future relationship of mine- any kind of relationship- I can’t trust people. It has held me back so many times…”
Jungkook switches his place from the little chair to kneeling on the floor next to your bed. Placing your hands in his, he kisses your forehead.
That simple action does it for you.
It’s like a dam breaking open when you finally give into him.
Your nose is warm, probably red and leaky and your cheeks are wet from the tears. His hands squeeze yours tighter than ever. “It’s okay,” he mumbles over and over.
You gently pull away from him. It has barely been a few, ten to fifteen minutes since he got here and you find yourself getting exasperated--- exasperated at yourself, at your inability to stay stable, to come up with non-nonsensical sentences and at the inability to make a decision for yourself.
You give yourself a minute to breathe. You’re so tired you want to fall back on your bed and go to bed already but you refrain.
Jungkook’s instincts had kicked in.
He’s confronted with a social situation where he’d usually be panicked and confused. But for some reason, he was able to calmly steer through it.
When it suddenly dawned on him; Jungkook wasn’t being his usual defensive self, he didn’t feel cornered by you.
Not like you blamed him at all, he naturally went into ‘dad mode’--- in the most non-creepy way possible. Actually, ditch that metaphor, let’s settle with ‘boyfriend mode’ instead.
He snaps out of his thoughts when you sigh.
“Jungkook, I like you. I can’t help but feel… not enough- inadequate for you. You deserve way better than some childish, stubborn, stupid girl, but I like you so much I can’t navigate--- anything.”
“_____, I wish you could see how perfect you are to me.” He pouts.
“But, I’m not!” You digress.
Grabbing on to his shirt, you sob harder into his chest, “And don’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I really, really like you, _____.”
“Stop it. I’ve hidden so much from you.”
He envelopes your tired body with his sturdy arms. It almost energizes you. He has such strong effects on you.
“Well, it isn’t on purpose that it turned out to be this way. It’s your own defence mechanism, I get that.” Jungkook pulls away from you and grabs your face in his hands, forcing you to stare directly into his eyes, “I know you won’t accept it but none of this, anything, is your fault.” He pauses, “I mean it.”
“But, that’s not everything---”
He squishes your face as if to silence you.
“I’m here until you ask me to leave.” He doesn't stop there. “And even if you were keeping these feelings inside you on purpose, I would never- and I mean never, ever blame you for whatever.” He adds.
You secretly wished he would stop being so lenient.
One would argue that it’s the bare minimum but you still think he’s too good for you. It’s just something you aren’t used to.
Yuna’s involvement has not been discussed yet and you’re dreading bringing it up. You don’t know how he would react to her even though it seems to be going well at the moment. The build up to this moment finally ends.
“I appreciate that,” you whisper. “It’s a work in progress.”
You sit in silence for a few seconds. It isn’t awkward. It’s just weirdly serene and cathartic. The moment is possibly about to be disrupted though.
While you contemplate the beginning of your next snag, Jungkook thinks of telling you about Yuna. He hopes you won’t take it too hard.
“Before you say anything, I know how much she means to you and I’d never ask you to choose between us, ever. I can see that bond you have. I know we probably won’t see eye to eye on this.”
You focus on him, “Yuna does NOT like me. At all. I have accepted it, you should too.”
“Hear me out, before you counter attack--- I have learnt to be okay with Yuna, well… it is still a work in process, but it’s still happening! And I understand that she's your best friend!” You exclaim, low-key convincing yourself of it.
“Hey, give me some credit here.” Jungkook whines. “She came over the other day, I sent her away.”
You visibly freeze.
Things had slowly started piecing themselves together in Jungkook’s head. And, oh, how incredibly stupid he felt. The look on your face says it all. He understands that you weren’t expectant of him to do anything about the ‘Yuna situation’. It embarrasses him.
“What happened? Did she say something?”
“Oh, yeah, she said a whole lot. She even dressed like you,” Jungkook laughed. “It was crazy.”
Crazy? :(
“Crazy? Why?” You sadly ask.
“NO! NOt because of the- ok, no, wait.” He gulps, “She had like a floral dress on and she did her makeup like you do yours. And you usually have the glossy lip thing going on, I know because I love getting it all over me,” Jungkook scrunches his face in false bliss, clutching his chest.
You stare at him in astonishment with your mouth dropped open a little. Then you shook your head.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Right, I guess she came to do what you wouldn’t.”
You blink owlishly. You don’t know what this means.
Why was he being so cryptic?
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound cryptic, she just… showed me this other side of her that I didn’t know existed. Or, didn’t realise existed, I don’t know.”
That was so freakish, you didn’t even say that out loud. You sigh at him.
“Jungkook, I’m having trouble understanding you,” you rub your eyes roughly to wake yourself.
“She wanted me to break up with you. It… was this whole thing. She spoke of you terribly. She wanted me to choose between you and her.” He smiled humourlessly, “Obviously, I had to shut her up so I asked her to leave. Kindly.”
“Kindly?” You repeat, confused. It’s a weird detail. “Yeah, I mean- I made her leave. I haven’t spoken to her ever since.”
Your expression dulls, “Jungkook, when was this?” “A while ago. It was the day you texted me about tomorrow’s date.” You cannot read his expressions. You don’t know what to feel. He looks determined but then-
You gently raise your hand and bring it to his face and wipe a stray tear on his face.
“I’m sorry, hon. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“It felt wrong. I understood she was part of the reason you and I fought. I should’ve sent her away that day when she yelled at you.”
“You gave her the benefit of doubt. She’s your closest friend. I understand the issue- reluctancy, I mean.” You reason. “I’m sorry it turned out like this.”
“Hey, this is not on you, not one bit.” Jungkook shook his head.
You accept it, but still argue, “Yeah, I mean if I had told you about it before… I don’t know. I’m just sorry. Have you tried talking to her?”
“No. I didn’t want to,” He sighed, “Not until I’ve talked to you about it. I need to get my shit straight.”
“It’s great timing too.” You allude to his finals, sarcastically.
“Pfft, she sure does have her way of revenge.”
"She who?" You tilt your head in confusion.
"The time." He says it like it was the most normal reference ever.
“The time is a woman?” You pout.
“Of course. Like God. God is a woman, didn’t you know?” His banter lightens the mood by a small percent.
“But, really. Have you been well? I don’t imagine a fight as big as this to have no effect on you…” You trail.
He smiles cutely, “I’m a strong boy.”
“Besides, I only found myself worrying about you rather than Yuna. She scared me a little.” He adds.
You blush at his confession. “I’m sorry,” you grumble.
“Don’t be!” Jungkook startles you, “I like thinking of you.”
You shy away from his gaze.
Jungkook is trying to bring his pathetic self to properly address his role in this whole debacle. He lightly massages your thigh, unconsciously inching his high higher up. The presumed dead butterflies in your belly began to revive ragefully.
In all honesty, he’s afraid of losing you. He doesn’t want this to go badly.
“_____. Seriously, though. I ignored all the horrible things she said to you.”
“You didn’t!” You squeak. Because of both his statement and his hand nearing your centre.
He abruptly places his hand back on his lap, not noticing your embarrassment, “No. I need you to know that I was in the wrong here. Me and Yuna.”
“Jungkook, no. You- she’s your friend for a much longer time than me. I think it gives her more credibility than me. I mean, I wouldn’t have noticed either. I don’t blame you. Please.” You breathe out. “I’m sorry I walked out so suddenly during dinner that day, before your study break. It really set the tone for the weeks that followed.”
Jungkook's jaw clenched, “No, you don’t have to be sorry. I made it uncomfortable for you.”
“It was mostly her.” You point.
“Mostly!” He catches on making you cringe, “You don’t have to sugar-coat for me, doll. I want you to be comfortable enough with me to tell me I fucked up.”
He had mistaken your reluctancy for nonchalance and security when it was the stark opposite.
He really, really, screwed up.
He knows you’d never blame him because you’re the sweetest girl in the world but he wasn’t beneath taking responsibility for what he did.
“Really. I don’t blame you. She kinda called me boring and a drag or whatever on your trip and you agreed so it hurt me a little more than I- I don’t know. It’s in the past!”
His eyes widen in horror, “_____, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she- I agreed?” - “I- yeah. Like, when I begged to tag along, she had said I’d bore you or something? I don’t remember. It’s okay, Jungkook.” You try to change the topic.
“_____, I’m so fucking sorry, I definitely heard her wrong! You aren’t boring! I thought the trip would bore you! Or overwhelm you, my friends are obnoxious for people who don’t know them, that’s all. I promise.” He tucked a few stray hairs from your face behind your ears.
“I know that now.” You press your lips together, making your cheeks stick further out. “_____.”
He lowly whispers, “You’re my favourite girl.”
“You’re my favourite boy.” You look up at the origami hearts dangling from the ceiling, “Although, Taehyung isn’t that far behind.”
Jungkook’s mouth opens and shuts almost instantly. You grin and squeeze his hand in yours.
“Ow. Nails…” Jungkook softly whimpers. You giggle at him, smoothening his palm out, “Sorry.” “Yeah? Kiss it better.” He demands.
You pretend to think, “Hm…. Maybe tomorrow.”
“_____!” Jungkook whined harder, “That’s unfair, I haven’t even hugged you for weeks. Did you know I had to get by hugging Taehyung instead? He always smells like lilies and sandalwood; I’m used to your vanilla and peach!”
“Lilies and sandalwood?” You quiz, genuinely interested. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat, getting off the floor.
“I’m going to spend the night.” He side tracked.
You blush, “Sana would never allow it.”
“Pfft, she helped me set this up, doll.” Jungkook cockily stretches his arms over his head. She did?
Oh? Oh. Oh, no wonder she tried to push you to shower.
“_____.”
You look up at Jungkook who intensely gazed at you. “Yeah…” You whisper.
“Are we better now?” His voice is tainted with uncertainty. You can see fear and slight sadness on his face.
You know he’s still mourning his best friend.
He doesn’t show it out of respect for you but you make sure to remember to bring it up later. You’d hate for him to go through this alone.
“We’re much better now.” You hold his hand.
You never wanted him to come to this. There’s a fleeting thought of breaking up with him so he wouldn’t have to lose such a huge part of his life.
Somewhere, you felt at fault for everything that happened.
If you didn’t exist for him, he would never have to choose. On the other hand, you’re glad he chose you. But you can’t help but wonder what could’ve happened had Yuna been nicer. It’s your insecurity and trust issues speaking again.
And, who’s to say he would really go back to Yuna? You could be taking away his happiness regardless. You make note of the not very subtle self-depreciative thoughts.
You stand up and look up at him towering over you more prominently, “Stop,” you giggle.
“What?” He smirks.
You whine a little, “You’re doing that alpha male thing!” To which he takes great offence. His brows scrunch.
“WHO taught you that word? Taehyung? It was him, wasn’t it? Ahh, what is he doing making my girlfriend laugh?” He exasperates, mumbling off some ineligible words.
He puts his arms around your body and squeezes you close to him, “Don’t ever leave me like that. Except if you want to, I will not invade you. You know that, right?” He backtracks and reassures you.
You swore you heard a shiver in his voice. “I know.” You promise.
Jungkook sweetly smiles at you making you a little aware and conscious about the way you looked at the moment.
You hoped he didn’t focus on your dark circles too much, or at all.
Jungkook cuts your thoughts off by leaning down to kiss your ear. It tickles. Goosebumps litter your skin.
Jungkook sloppily leaves wet kisses up and down your jaw and neck. His hands caressed your waist. He knows it tickles you. You press yourself harder against him, not knowing what to do to soothe yourself.
Jungkook kisses the top of your breasts through the open collar of your dress. You gasp and clench your toes.
He moans like it’s the best thing he ever put his lips on. Jungkook rubs his face in between them and bites and sucks on your semi hardened nipples through your dress.
He groans about how much he missed feeling your tits while your heavy breathing turns into wanton moans.
He takes his sweet time, dragging his wet tongue around your nipples one at a time, giving them both an equal amount of love, before reluctantly pulling away.
You’re eager for him to just pull your dress down and suck on your bare tits.
But then, you hear an annoyingly loud ringing sound.
“Argh, fuck. Whose is that?” Jungkook rasps.
“It’s coming from your phone.” You complain.
“Oh,” Jungkook deeply sighs and let’s his arms drop from around you to find the source of the ringing.
“Fuck,” Jungkook cusses when he spots his phone. You nervously frown, “What happened?”
“Study group. Shit, I didn’t realise that was today.” He shows you his alarm reminder titled ‘STUDY GROUP REMINDER CALL’ in all caps and everything.
Not even a second later, you see the name ‘Jia’ along with a photo of a very gorgeous girl flash on his screen.
“Jia?” You pout. Jungkook stares at you for a second, then at his screen, “AND Chris and Yugyeom and Karina! Study group!” He quickly adds.
You giggle, “You should answer that.”
“Hm? Nnnghh, I’ll catch up tomorrow.” He opts.
“JK, no. Study group comes first. You have people depending on you.”
Also, you really want to shower and shave for him.
“Brat.” He throws at you, playfully sizing you up, looking you up and down.
“That’s YOU!” You scoff.
He licks your cheek, childishly, “I miss my shy baby.”
“Shut upughh, bye.” You blush, pushing him away from you.
He hates how right you are about the study group and kisses your lips briefly before answering his friend’s call while simultaneously setting up his laptop and notebooks on your table.
He wastes no time joining their group call.
And now, you’re left with two funny-looking wet spots on your tits.
#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook angst#jungkook fic#jungkook x oc#jeon jungkook x you#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#fic: lovefool#jungkook fanfic#jungkook au#jeon jungkook x oc#jeon jungkook angst#jeon jungkook smut#jungkook x y/n#jungkook oc fic
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red, white, and royal blue (rwrb) fic recs (part 4)
other rwrb fic recs here
other fic recs here
personal favorites are starred, by the way.
everything is complete unless stated otherwise.
since the first 3 were well-liked, here are a few more of my favs.
*Turning of the Season by indomitablelove (~5k)
‘What’s going on, Philip?’
And then, Philip slumps. His head falls into his hands and his back curls in on itself, his palms cover his face and he pinches at the bridge of his nose. When he looks up at Henry again, he looks like a different man, broken. ‘I have to know,’ he says quietly.
Henry's brow furrows. ‘I have to know who it was,’ Philip says.
A few weeks after the emails, Henry and Philip talk, and Henry looks forward.
it broke my heart most how philip was henry's enemy in the book, i just wanted some wholesome sibling feels (bea's the absolute best!), so this is a little fix-it, i guess. post-canon btw.
Redemption by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays (~3.5k)
Bea sighed. She looked just like how Philip felt: drained, angry, and exhausted.
”What if you had never been allowed to marry Martha?” She asked. “What if you’d been forced to sneak around, and suddenly, in spite of how hard you worked to keep it quiet, you’re both in a load of trouble for it, and everyone is screaming at you, and she is crying to you and you can’t even comfort her because you’re still not allowed? How do you think you’d feel then?”
Philip was silent for a long, long moment.
Bea gave him one more glance as she opened the door to the dining room.
”Read the e-mails, Philip. And try to understand.”
Or, Philip says some very bad things, does some very bad things, reads the e-mails, and finally, finally, finally understands.
another philip does better fic. warning for homophobia at the beginning, please please please always read the tags.
I can't breathe, if you're not there by softcinnamonroll (~2k)
One moment, Alex was laughing at some joke Henry had made, and then the next there was a loud noise from the TV and the livestream cut out, leaving Alex alone in their dark living room. At first, Alex was sure there had just been a power cut, or some technical difficulties that caused the stream to cut out, but then the messages and BREAKING NEWS notifications started pouring in.
BREAKING NEWS: Explosion at Prince Henry of Wales Charity Event. Casualties Unknown.
read the tags please, it has some things that may be triggering.
Powerless by floatingaway4 (~3k)
“Do you know what I’ve had to put up with in the last twelve hours?”
Henry wants to point out that in that same twelve hours he’s had his body sliced open and an organ removed, but this doesn’t seem to be the time. He also got to sleep through his experience, while Alex was very much awake while dealing with Henry’s family. And Henry got the nice drugs, while Alex looks like he could use a drink.
sex ed in 6 steps by coffeecatsme (~9k)
“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.”
Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth.
Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.
college au where they are roommates and alex is oblivious.
Let's Finish What We've Started by andrealyn (~16k)
When Alex fell in love with Henry, his dreams changed into something new -- still bright, still exciting. Eight years on, Alex is running for the Senate and taking those steps to achieve those dreams, but something feels off in his marriage and Alex can't really explain if it's in his head or whether he and Henry actually have a problem. In the midst of a busy campaign, eager to show Texas what he can do, Alex also has to ask himself -- is it all worth it if Henry isn't at his side?
future fic.
If you feel the way I do by everwitch (~2k)
It's apparently true, what they say about soulmates. Once your sixteenth birthday has passed and you find yourself in their presence, close enough for your soulbond to come alive, you'll be able to feel it. You'll simply know.
Henry knows, all right.
He opens his eyes, his heart beating madly in his chest as he looks across the cafeteria. His gaze is drawn to a presence that he can feel so completely, now, almost like it's become part of himself, like a piece he's been missing. He blinks, slowly, as he meets the wide eyes of another boy.
It's Alex Claremont-Diaz.
Henry's breath hitches. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
high school soulmate au, it's super cute.
*she's a (rock & roll survivor) by loyaulte_me_lie (~3k)
"Good for you," Stevie Nicks says, "the world needs more rock and roll princesses." // the (un)making of Beatrice Fox Mountchristen Windsor.
BEA NEEDS MORE SCREEN TIME. tell me why this had me sobbing at 1 pm. i adored her before, but this fic made her so heartbreakingly human, i can't help but love her now.
#red white and royal blue#red white and royal blue movie#rwrb fic recs#rwrb fanfiction#rwrb fanfic#rwrb movie#rwrb#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#royal's rwrb fic recs
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Her | First Dance
bestfriend!jungkook, tattooartist!jungkook, F2L, fluff, smut
Word Count - 5k
Jungkook has other ideas for your first dance. Warnings: swearing, lots and lots of tooth rotting fluff. I cried writing this
MINISERIES COLLECTION | SONG
Two whole years of dating Jungkook have flown by in a romantic blur. Your best friend and fiancé treats you with nothing but respect and love, every day you wake up and count your blessings that he’s yours. Especially when he tugs you into a tight embrace and tells you he loves you. Every morning. Without fail.
On your one year anniversary you moved in together into a large beautiful house just outside the city. Surrounded by fields and farm animals, chic interior and cosiness. It’s perfect. The open fireplace, the wooden beams adding a dash of character to the high ceilings. Thankfully you and Kook have mostly similar taste and agreed on pretty much everything in your home. Although he did get his own way with one element, the huge photo wall on the staircase, filled with pictures of you both together throughout the years. Turns out his emotional hoarding came in handy for interior design if nothing else.
Living in the middle of nowhere comes with it’s ups and downs. Jungkook had to chase a family of foxes out of your garden three months ago when he discovered they were the culprits behind his cabbages never growing. Yeah, cabbages. Your fiancé has turned into quite the farmer these days which is something you still can’t quite wrap your head around. Giving his huge, manly, heavily tattooed beefy body that does not resemble a farmer’s whatsoever.
But there he was in the middle of the night, wearing absolutely nothing to hide any shred of dignity he had left. Holding a rake he got excited about buying in Target one time. Chasing foxes in the fields. Completely naked. It's a good job you don't have neighbours.
Sometimes you struggle to get signal on your phone which isn’t ideal, especially at a time like this. You’re in bed alone, your girl-friend’s and family taking up all the spare rooms the luxurious cottage-style house has to offer. It’s almost midnight. It’s the night before your wedding, a wedding that you and Kook managed to plan in just under eight months because you just want to be married already.
Tomorrow is the big day and the nerves have kicked in.
You’re really doing this. You’re really marrying Jeon Jungkook. Your best friend.
He proposed to you in the sandpit of your old preschool one night, the playground filled with rose petals and candles and he even rented an ice cream truck for affect which both your parents hid inside, secretly filming your reaction.
You can still remember the way he looked up at you so hopeful, with doe-eyes swimming with adoration and relief when you said yes. How could you say anything else? You love him. You love him more than you thought would ever be possible, and here you are, less than twenty four hours away from being the one thing Jungkook promised himself you would be thirty years ago.
Mrs Jeon.
The lack of phone signal is proving to be a real pain in the ass, you want to message Jungkook and make sure he still wants to go ahead with tomorrow. Despite the fact you already know he wants nothing less. You’re nervous, excited, a little overwhelmed and you can’t physically get comfortable in bed without him here. The sheets are drowning you without him being hellbent on stealing them. You sigh.
You just want to talk to your best friend one last time before he becomes your husband. He’s at his parents’ house for the night, the whole wedding party is going straight to the venue tomorrow morning at seven am to begin getting ready. Or should you say seven am today, because according to your phone it’s now 00:02AM.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel!” You hear it before you see it, the sound of stones hitting your bedroom window a little too hard for your liking. “Let down your hair! Julieeeeet! Come down! Romeo is here! Princess Fiona?! Wait no maybe not her, would that make me donkey or shrek? I don't really wanna be shrek I'm way hotter...” You hear him mutter to himself and you snort in bed, throwing your head back into the pillows.
You’d recognise that voice anywhere.
You’re giggling like a school girl when you head over to the window, feigning annoyance when you open it and glare down at the huge grassy garden and the man standing in it. As expected, it’s your fiancé.
Jungkook laughs brightly when he catches sight of you folding your arms over your chest with raised brows. He's shuffling his weight awkwardly between his thick legs, extending his arm up to wave at you. It’s like something from a movie, your fiancé pelting stones at your window the night before your wedding in grey sweatpants and an oversized black t shirt.
He definitely snuck out to do this, the idea alone makes you chortle aloud. A thirty two year old man, sneaking out of his parents house essentially just to go home.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper, face already aching from smiling.
Jungkook’s clutching his hand to his chest now, offended, eyes narrow and tinted with mischief, “I live here?”
You nod slowly, glancing round at the near pitch black atmosphere surrounding him. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Do you? I’ve tried calling you but your phones switched off—”
“No signal.” You offer an apologetic smile and low chuckle, he wanted to talk to you too? Apparently you’re more alike than you realise, “Why’d you try to call me?”
Kook shrugs, burying his fists into his pockets with the phoniest frown you've ever seen him wear, “I wanted to make sure those foxes didn’t come back and eat everybody, dangerous creatures foxes yknow—”
“Jungkook.” You try to warn him, but you look less than threatening in your silk white ‘Bride To Be’ pyjama short sets. The fact you’re giggling doesn’t go in your favour either, it’s obvious you’re not really mad that he’s here. You could never be mad at him, point proven by your childlike grin. “Why are you really here?”
He’s gazing up at the bedroom window with a fond smile, sparkly eyes and a tiny sigh of defeat. “Okay fine, I wanted to see you. Come on I need to show you something.”
“It’s midnight you know!” You snort, playfully rolling your eyes, “I can’t come out at this time, it’s the day before my wedding!”
“Yes you can!” He frantically nods, mirroring your joyful expression, “I did! Please? Climb down the drain pipe—”
“I am not climbing down the drain pipe.” You scoff, kicking your head back with genuine laughter. “I’ll use the front door like a normal person, but give me ten minutes I need to get changed first.”
“No you don’t need to get changed! Y/N wait—" He shouts, but you close the window with a sigh of disbelief and head over to your closet. He really is something else, and you have a whole lifetime of this shit ahead of you.
But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jungkook is mindlessly kicking stones under his feet when you step outside into the garden, thankful that nobody in the house seems to be awake right now. When his eyes find yours they light up with a smile that hasn’t even tugged the corners of his lips yet. He holds out his hand for you to take and you do, your own hand is a lot heavier than it used to be with the addition of your engagement ring. A custom made diamond ring he spent way too much money on, just to have sand from the sandpit you first met in melted into the white gold band.
Further proving that Jungkook is the most romantic person you’ve ever known.
“Where are your bride to be pyjamas?” He quirks a brow, tugging you along to his car in hurried steps after giving your new outfit of blue jeans and one of his hoodies a second look. “You looked cute in them.”
“I wasn’t going to sneak out in pyjamas. Where are we going?” You laugh, messily attempting to keep up his fast pace down the driveway.
“It’s not sneaking out, we’re in our thirties.” He snorts, “I’ve just had the same conversation with my mom you can’t physically sneak out when you’re thirty two. I’m an adult and I’m capable of making my own decisions.” You finally reach his car and he slows down, turning round to face you with an unreadable expression.
Your brows raise expectantly when you let go of his hand, “Kook where are we going? This is kidnapping.”
“You came willingly so don’t even try that.” He grins, stepping closer and taking your face between his inked hands, pulling you into a gentle kiss that makes you weak at the knees. “Come on I don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”
Glancing round at the empty road ahead you can’t help but giggle, jokingly shoving him away with one hand. “It’s so dark I can barely see. Who’s crazy enough to be driving round at this hour?”
“We are. Come on let’s go.”
He kisses you again, teeth nearly clinking against your own because you’re both smiling so damn much. There’s no doubt about it, you’re crazy over your best friend. And tomorrow you’re going to be his wife. Finally.
The car journey takes around twenty minutes, you note you’re heading further into the city from all the buildings and street lights you recognise. The atmosphere feels…familiar, in a way. You’d grown up in the city, as did Jungkook, so you both know the area pretty well. When the car comes to a stop you glance around again, surprised when you register your old ballet building, which just so happens to be Jungkook’s old Taekwondo building too.
“Why are we at the sport centre?” Your brow quirks as you step out of the car, smiling contently when Kook drapes a strong arm over your shoulder.
“You’ll see.” He chuckles mostly to himself, planting a chaste kiss to your temple as you walk up to the main entrance. “All this time and you still don’t trust me. Kinda hurts.” He jokes, shaking his head.
After playfully pushing him away you sigh, “Is it even open?”
“Check for yourself.” He grins, tattooed arms folded over his strong chest, gesturing for you to open the door with his chin.
“I’m not going in there!” You scoff when you point to the door handle, a wide open smile tugging your mouth, “Is this some kind of set up? You get me to set the alarm off and then I get arrested and you get to eat the wedding cake all to yourself and—”
“Oh my god,” He groans with eyes squeezed shut, not so successfully stifling a loud laugh. “You’re soooo dramatic, move out the way.” His hip bumps yours with some force, almost knocking you over when he pushes the entrance open.
Candles. Rose petals. Music.
“Kook… What is all this?” You whisper, curious gaze flickering down the hallway, following a perfect trail of romance into the main sports hall where you’d both taken many lessons as children.
He’s smiling down at you, watching the way your eyes light up in awe at his creation with a fond hum of approval. “I had to pull some strings but, I think it’ll be worth it. Come on.” He extends his arm, and you happily take it.
The two of you walk in comfortable silence, your head resting on his shoulder as you drink in your surroundings. When you make it to the main hall you’re even more blown away, the room glows golden in the candlelight. Not a single corner, or space has been missed. There are pillar candles everywhere, crimson red rose petals scattered on the floor and the faintest sound of love songs softly thicken the air. The centre of the room is completely empty in a perfect circle, and that’s exactly where Jungkook takes you.
“You know… I already said yes to your proposal, you don’t need to do it again.” You whisper, turning to kiss his bicep gently as you walk.
“I know…” He hums, once you’re centred in the room he adjusts himself until he’s standing in front of you, large palms loosely gripping the bend of your waist. Instinctively your arms drape around his shoulders and he chuckles. “But I wanted to have one selfish moment with you before tomorrow, everybody’s going to be there and fighting for your attention all day. I mean why wouldn’t they?” His grin widens when he begins to sway his body from left to right, “You’re amazing.”
“Jungkook...” You sigh, gnawing your lip to suppress the biggest smile humanly possible. “Tomorrow is our day, not just mine.” You sway with him, blood rushing to your cheeks when Jungkook shouts from out of nowhere, glancing behind you.
“Alexa! Play Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley!”
The song you’ve picked out for your first dance tomorrow.
When the intro to the song plays he moves with more purpose, dipping his head to your cheek where he kisses it sweetly. “Tomorrow is about you Y/N, every day has always been about you… and now everybody else gets to celebrate you the way I always have.” He pulls back to look down at you, his doe-eyes swimming with adoration and sincerity. “And the way I always will, for the rest of my life. So for me this is our first dance, nobody else, just you and me.”
Your heart bursts inside your chest, head nuzzling into his neck to hide your glassy eyes. Meeting Jungkook was the best thing that ever happened to you, he’s not only your best friend but the love of your life. Every day you love him more and more, and he never fails to surprise you or sweep you off your feet.
“I love you Kook.” You sniffle, overcome with emotions.
“I love you too baby, so damn much.” His grip tightens as the two of you dance in the centre of the sports hall, when a sudden memory flash back comes to mind.
You peel away from him, peppering his sharp jawline with dainty kisses, whispering, “Wasn’t our first kiss in here? At your first Taekwondo tournament?”
At this he laughs, a genuine sound that’s like music to your ears, “Mmm. Except a certain somebody said it wasn’t a proper kiss.”
“You know what I mean...” You tut, jokingly rolling your eyes, “It wasn’t a real kiss and I stand by that. But it was the first time our mouths connected.”
“I still count that as our first kiss,” He hums with a soft smile, continuing to sway with you in his hold, “Since you ruined me for all other women that day.”
“Who's being dramatic now? We were nine.” You snort.
“And I was madly in love with you even then. Fuck, I wish I could go back and tell baby Jungkook that he’s actually going to marry you one day. I almost gave up hoping for it a few times yknow? But luckily for me I didn’t.” He kisses your temple.
“Mmm.” You agree, tip toeing until your nose ghosts his, “Lucky me too.” Your lips meet in a gentle yet open-mouthed kiss that oozes love and sheer joy, your shadows becoming one in the candlelight. “I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.” You sigh.
At this he fully envelops you in his arms, squeezing you tight, “Me too. Speaking of, I have something else for you. For tomorrow.” He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, finding the strength to let you go and dig deep into his pocket. “Here. Your something old.”
You’re giggling nervously, head cocked to one side when you realise what he’s showing you. The neon pink and orange friendship bracelet you made him in elementary school, the one he hasn’t taken off since that very day. You take it from his grip curiously, opening your mouth but not knowing the right thing to say.
“But you never take this off…?” You remind him with an amused puff of air from your nostrils, brows furrowed.
His grin is bright and knowing when he shakes his head, “I can't now.” And he lifts up his arm.
Tattooed pink and orange beads decorate his wrist in the space between his favourite black snake artwork on his arm and the ones dotted about on his hand. The bracelet looks freshly done, shiny and dark. Your jaw is on the ground, eyes wide and in disbelief.
“Kook… What… You’ve…” You’re truly at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the gesture of him permanently marking his body with something of yours. Despite the fact he has hundreds of tattoos and they’ve never phased you, this one feels different. Sentimental.
“When I’m old and dying and you’ve shipped me off to a retirement home because you’re finally done with my shit…” He chuckles, pulling you back into his embrace, cupping your cheek with one hand, “And I forget everything about my senile self, I never want to forget that sweet girl who made me that bracelet. From tomorrow you might be my wife, but you’ll never stop being my best friend first. Not to me.”
It's a good job he didn’t spring this onto you at the wedding because you’re a goner, tears cascading down your cheeks and these aren’t even his vows. He’s so romantic, the most genuine and sincere person you’ve ever known. And he’s yours.
“I-, You’re my best friend too Jungkook.” You giggle through the cries, snaking your arms around him when you squeeze him as though your life depended on it, burying your face to his chest.
“I was going to get your name but I figured you’d probably call me an idiot.” He snorts, reassuringly rubbing the spans of your back with a large palm.
You nod with a wide grin he can’t see, “Yeah, probably...”
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This is it. The moment Jungkook has spent every day since he was three years old thinking about. He’s standing at the top of the alter with a small yet excited smile, dressed in an all-white suit, the fabric contrasting against his tan dewy skin. Almost everybody he’s ever loved is in the room with him, his parents, your mother, friends and other family members. They’re all here, save for you and your father who are due to arrive any minute now, ready to celebrate the event everybody but you knew was coming one day.
“You good?” His older brother and best man asks with a pat on his back and Kook turns to face him.
He nods once, smile growing, “I’m great.”
“Ladies and gentleman will you please stand for the bride.”
The announcement has nothing but ecstasy coursing Jungkook’s veins, his heart hammering inside his chest as it always does when he knows he’s about to see you. This is it. This is everything he’s ever wanted, everything he ever dreamed about and it’s all happening right now.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen come first, holding onto large lilac and white bouquets, all wearing the same teary-eyed smile and pale purple floor length dresses. Your coordination is impeccable he notes, though he expected nothing less. He knows most of the girls are ex-ballet dancer friends of yours and judging by the low, barely audible whistle his brother makes they look good. But honestly? He’s not even looking at them. He’s looking past them, waiting for what feels like a life time.
And then the double doors open, and Jungkook struggles to catch his breath.
“Are you ready?” Your dad asks you with puffy features, he’s been crying all morning much like the rest of your bridal party. You nod, blinking back your own tears that threaten to ruin your makeup.
“I’m ready.” You breathe out, closing your eyes.
Your dad links your arm, noting the bracelet you’re wearing isn’t exactly on theme for your aesthetically pleasing wedding. His brow quirks, smile growing, “Isn’t that the bracelet you made for Jungkook?”
“Something old.” You chuckle, and your father releases a sound that sounds like ‘ahhh’ right before the doors finally open, and all eyes are on you. But there’s only one pair you’re drawn to, the same big brown doe-eyes that hold your heart standing at the top of the alter.
Jungkook takes one look at you and starts sobbing, which almost sets you off as you slowly walk towards him. His sharp chin quivers when he sucks in a breath, his pierced lip tucked between his teeth but somehow he’s still smiling through it. He’s blinking through the tears, stare not faltering from yours, not even for a split second. He looks awestricken, mesmerised, so overwhelmed by emotions that you feel too. You know everyone is gazing at you, but you can’t physically look anywhere else but him. He looks so... Happy. Before you know it the walk is over and you’re standing in front of the love of your life, your dad having just peeled back your veil and given you away.
After the standard wedding speeches and legalities are over it’s time for vows, and you clear your throat having asked if you could go first. Knowing whatever your almost husband has to say is going to make you cry. It always does.
“Jungkook…” You sigh lovingly, looking up at him through long eyelashes, feeling lightheaded as you forgot how good he looks with his hair pushed back. His smile is closed but wide, sincere as he listens to what you’ve prepared with his hands closed together in front of him.
“If someone had told me three years ago that I’d be standing here marrying you today I would’ve simply rolled my eyes and added them to the long list of people who already said that. You were my best friend, you’ve always been my best friend and for a long time that’s all I wanted you to be. But the night you told me you loved me that all changed, I started to see you in a different light, started to admire you in ways I never expected to. To this day you never fail to surprise me, you constantly and consistently show me that true love is real, and that it’s ours. I fell in love with my best friend when I least expected it, and I fell hard.”
Kook stifles a laugh at the way you add weight to your words, his eyes sparkly and his smile broadening with each passing word. Everybody else chuckles along, but the sound is nothing more than white noise in your ears.
“I promise to always be your best friend. To be there for you, to be with you, and to love you for the rest of our lives. I promise to be patient with you, to never go to bed angry with you, to hold and comfort you and live my life unapologetically with you. I can’t put into words what you mean to me, I’ve known you for almost thirty years and in my own way I’ve loved you for every single one. But now, standing here in front of you on our wedding day, I promise to love you the same way you’ve always loved me, thank you for being so patient with me. It may have taken a while to realise—”
“Twenty seven years.” Jungkook mouths with a smirk and raised brows and you giggle.
“But I’m here now, and I’m so grateful for how things have worked out. I love you so much Jungkookie. I’m proud to be your wife.” The return of your childhood nickname for him wins a collective ‘awww’ from the crowd, and Kook’s eyes squeeze shut in feigned annoyance but he soon gets over it.
“Y/N.” He’s grinning, doe-eyes swimming in adoration and tears that threaten to cascade down his cheeks at any given moment. He clears his throat, nodding to himself a few times before he carries on.
“When I say I’ve loved you my whole life, I mean it. Not a single day has gone by where you haven’t been at the forefront of my mind. Even though I was three years old when we met, the second I saw you sitting in the sandpit wearing that pink dress with sunflowers on the skirt I knew you were the one. It sounds impossible but believe me when I say I have adored you since day one. You make me the best version of myself, you lift me up, you challenge me, you call me out on my bullshit-, shit sorry! No I mean just sorry!” He stutters, eyes wide with panic when he turns to the vicar standing between you. You laugh, as does everybody else and he cocks his head to a side swiftly, briefly closing his eyes with a nervous sigh.
“Where was I? Oh! You complete me. When I’m with you I’m in utopia, and I don’t know about you but utopia seems like a pretty good place to spend the rest of our lives to me. All I’ve ever wanted was to spend my life with you, you are my life. My home. The only place I ever want to be is by your side. I promise to support you, to care for you, to always agree with you even when you’re wrong.”
You can’t help but playfully roll your eyes, and you’re pretty sure you hear your dad snort from the seat closest to you.
“But most importantly I promise to keep loving you with everything I have, to keep surprising you, to fight for you, to share everything I have with you. I’ve chosen you every day for my entire life and I promise to keep choosing you, to honour that choice. You’re my best friend. All my favourite memories are shared with you and I promise to keep making more of them, to fill more photo albums and cover the staircase walls with more hideous pictures that don't match your decor.” He grins, “I love you so much Y/N. Thank you for always being there for me when I needed you, best friend or otherwise. Thank you for making me the happiest man on earth and saying I do.”
You’re crying, but your smile remains bright and wide, mirroring his own.
“Do you Y/N Y/L/N take Jeon Jungkook to be your lawful wedded husband?”
You nod, brows pinching slightly with excitement when he slides the ring on your finger. “I do.” You exhale.
“Do you, Jeon Jungkook take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedding wife?”
The vicar is old and looks equal parts glad this is over and so utterly done with Jungkook’s shit right now, he did just swear in a place of worship you guess. You’re trying your absolute best not to laugh at the elder man’s attempt of hiding a scowl, but Kook doesn’t even seem to notice. He's only looking at you.
“I do.” He chews his lip, sighing contently when you slip the white gold band onto his finger.
“I now pronounce you… Husband, and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
And he does.
When the sea of loved ones quickly gather round the white dancefloor adorned with lilac strobe lights to watch your first dance later that evening, you and Jungkook share a knowing smile. Both of you melting beneath the others touch while you sway to the lyrics that resonate more with you today than they did yesterday.
You couldn’t help falling in love with him, but you did, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kook hums contently, one hand on your waist the other holding yours close to his shoulder as you slow dance, “I love you so much Mrs Jeon.” He kisses your temple, keeping his head resting atop of your own with a proud closed smile.
“I love you too Mr Jeon.” You sigh, feeling the happiest you’ve ever felt in your whole entire life.
All because of your best friend.
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Hi, I was wondering if it would be alright if i could request a peter pan x female reader with the prompts 1 & 5? Congrats on 5k btw !
ty! and it is most certainly alright
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On Neverland, favors are worth their weight in gold. If you can’t step foot off of the island, you have to make what you do on its shores count, and that means making your own utility higher than anyone else’s. Power is played back and forth like a round of cards, and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up on the bottom.
You’ve been at this game for quite some time now, and it wouldn’t be too strong a suggestion to say that you’ve learned how to make it your own. No one can make it work quite like you, and they never will.
Still, you do have to admit that having Peter Pan himself ask for your help does come as a surprise. He makes sure to do it as casually as possible, because Peter will never be able to truly deflate his ego long enough to be on the same level as the rest of you, but it is rather satisfying nonetheless.
He asks his favor as simply as he can, late one afternoon when no one else is around. The hour is late, and you’re barely awake yourself. Many of the other Lost Boys have retired for the evening already, trickling out of the campsite in twos and threes as they head for bunks and hammocks and whatever will hold them for the night.
This already lends strength to Peter’s conquest, knowing that no one can hear him other than the two of you. He keeps his eyes fixed on the endless waves of trees as he walks, you by his side. When he finally speaks, his voice is so carefully quiet that you almost don’t hear him, the words carried away by a sudden breeze that is either nature’s best coincidence or Peter’s doing, just like everything else here.
“Seamen will be coming here tomorrow.”
You arch a brow at him. “Pirates, you think? How can you be sure?”
He gestures vaguely towards the darkened sea. “You’ve seen the ship on the horizon, haven’t you? I recognize the sails. They’re a band of traveling merchants, really no better than pirates. I can call them what I will.”
You bite back a grin. “Peter, you hate pirates more than anyone. Try not to pollute the name by assigning it to anyone else.”
Peter gives you an exasperated look. “Perhaps the fact that I’m even comparing these merchants to pirates in the first place should give some indication of their terrible status. They’ve been here a few times before, and every time, it’s an absolute nightmare.”
You can’t deny the fact that you’re intrigued by this. “You’re the closest thing to a walking nightmare I’ve ever met. What could these merchants have that could possibly make your skin crawl?”
Peter shudders violently. “It’s not just the main group. There’s this one girl in their party who seems quite taken with me. Every time I see her, she’s winking or grinning at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she might actually be flirting with me.”
You can’t hold back a laugh. “Try not to sound so disgusted, Peter. I’ve heard that flirting is often taken as a compliment.”
His stare is acidic, although it does absolutely nothing to quell your high spirits. “It’s not a compliment when she’s tracking me throughout the island. I can’t get a moment’s peace when she’s here.”
You nod solemnly, face twitching as you try to keep your composure. “Alright, then. Peter Pan is afraid of people who like him, that’s not much of a surprise.”
Peter glowers at you. “If I knew you were going to be this supportive, I would have complained to Felix instead.”
You refuse to be cowed by this, and instead just fold your arms across your chest. “Why didn’t you talk to Felix, then? You want something from me, don’t you? If it’s murder, I want to at least meet the girl first. I can’t assassinate someone without knowing for sure that they’re a scoundrel. I have my limits.”
Peter grimaces. “As much as I like that plan, I can’t do it. I need the merchants to like us so they can keep drawing in unsuspecting ships. It makes Neverland more exciting, you know? Murdering one of their crew doesn’t exactly win us any points with them.”
You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “I can see why that would be a problem. What’s your plan, then?”
Peter refuses to look you in the eyes as he explains himself. “Well, the way I see it, this girl would only leave me alone if she truly thought she had no chance of convincing me to return her feelings. I would need something obvious, something like me having feelings for someone else. Feelings that were returned, of course. I would never be caught dead pining for someone like a simpleton.”
You’re confused for a moment, and then you begin to put together the pieces. Peter’s obvious embarrassment to ask something of you. The one thing that could convince a serial flirter that someone is off the table.
A delighted laugh bursts from you before you can stop yourself. “You want me to be your fake girlfriend?”
Peter groans. “Don’t seem so pleased with yourself, I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t a last resort. I have no choice. If I see that girl batting her eyelashes at me one more time, I’ll gouge out my corneas.”
You grin wickedly. “Say all you want, Peter. I’m just trying to appreciate this moment.”
He swats you on the shoulder. “Appreciate it when I’m not here. So? Will you do it or not?”
You let him suffer in silence a second longer, then nod. “Of course I’ll do it. Like there was a chance that I wouldn’t. This is much too fun to ever pass up.”
Peter seems to encounter all of his regrets in an instant. “This is a mistake, isn’t it?”
You beam at him. “Of course it is. That’s why it’s going to be so great.”
Peter seems to take some convincing on that front, even though it’s his idea. You couldn’t be happier to see how this pans out. What would it be like to have Peter Pan pretend to be in love? You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him display a stronger emotion than malice in all the time you’ve ever known him.
As it turns out, Peter pretending to be in love doesn’t seem to be all that different from how he normally acts around you. He tips Felix off, just in case, and you swear you hear the scarred boy mumble something like ‘about time’ under his breath as Peter walks away. After that, all you have to do is wait for the merchants’ vessel to anchor on the shores of Neverland, and see whether your plan will be worth it or not.
Although you can’t remember when these merchants last visited Neverland, you immediately understand Peter’s apprehension the second the docking party touches down on your beaches. They’re all vaguely insufferable, ranging on a broad scale to merely impolite to downright vulgar.
You’re honestly grateful for the protection of seeming to be in a relationship with Peter on your own front. The merchants have barely been on the island for ten minutes before one of them is looking you up and down. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved as when Peter appeared out of nowhere to stand by your side, idly taking your hand in his when the staring didn’t stop.
Peter’s merchant girl is there too. You could tell which one she was from the moment she arrived, just judging on the way her face fell when she saw you standing so close to Peter. The sight fills you with an odd amount of vicious joy. Yeah, you want to say. Yeah, it’s me and him. What could you possibly do about it?
Forgetting the fact that all of this is fake, it’s kind of fun to walk around in front of all these people as if you were the one who could convince Peter Pan to fall in love, to feel as if you matter to Peter more than anyone. You think you’ll miss it when this charade ends, that sensation of being more powerful than you have ever known, lighter than air and twice as bright.
Perhaps Peter will miss it too. He seems to maintain the act even when you swear that none of the merchants can see you, just in case they happen to stumble upon you and suspect something otherwise. The two of you used to walk together frequently before the merchants came, but now the outings are longer, and often end in both of you just sitting together, enjoying the company of being alone with someone important to you.
It makes you laugh to think of how little you had before all this. The merchants end up staying for a week and a half, and you don’t know that any ten days have ever been sweeter, even in all the decades you’ve spent never growing old on Neverland. The thought of this ending, of going from having everything to having nothing at all, makes you want to sink the merchants’ ship or do something to keep them there just a little longer. At least then the act could stretch further out into forever.
The end comes, of course, just as you knew it always would. You and the rest of the Lost Boys bid a not so tearful farewell to the merchants at the end of ten days’ time, and you stand on a rocky cliff watching their vessel disappear into a grainy speck on an endless blue horizon.
Then, and only then, do you retreat back into the emerald depths of the forest. You tell yourself that you’re not intentionally seeking out Peter, but you find him anyway. Your feet might have always been oriented towards him, constantly trailing after him, never quite close enough to make it all the way by yourself.
Judging by the look of surprise that flits across his face when Peter looks up and finds himself in front of you, though, you might not be the only one prone to wandering in search of someone.
He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, messing up those same strands of light brown hair that never seem to sit straight. “So, the merchants are gone.”
You nod. “Guess that means you’re free of me.”
Peter chuckles, although his face spams briefly with pain before he manages to control himself again. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad. Honestly, it was kind of fun. I’ve had plenty of time to explore every possible kind of life choice, but never that one.”
“Well,” you hesitate, “if you ever need a fake girlfriend again, know that I’m here. I think we work together marvelously. I’ve never heard a lie that felt so real.”
Peter almost winces. “What if it wasn’t a lie?”
Your gaze jerks up to him. “What?”
He can’t seem to look you in the eyes. “What if it wasn’t a lie?” He repeats, “What if it was real? What I felt was real, I know it. Didn’t you feel the same? Wasn’t it better than anything we’d ever had? Is it asking too much to be young and in love, Y/N? Is it asking too much to let me have you like that forever?”
Peter’s voice builds in intensity until he’s practically begging you to answer him. Even still, it takes you a while to collect yourself long enough to say what you will. “It isn’t,” you whisper, “it isn’t too much to ask. Not to me. I haven’t wanted anything but this.”
As you say it, you realize that it’s true. Being so close to Peter has made you feel more than you have in quite some time. You don’t want him as a friend again, you want him like this. You want him as someone to love. This or nothing at all.
Peter smiles at last. “It’s settled, then. It’s us against the world.”
Just as it always has been, you think. Just as it always will be.
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First Impressions
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Pairing: Levi x fem!reader
Content: Modern AU, College AU, NSFW
Content Warnings: 18+ smut, Levi’s an ass for five seconds, explicit language, make out, oral (f. receiving), marking, fingering, pet name (sweetheart), Levi is referred to as a confused puppy, stuff that I don’t know how to tag, 18+ smut x2
Word Count: 5k?
Description: Levi and you attend the same college and are in the same class. He’s known about you for a while but hasn’t had the guts to talk to you until you forget some of your personal belongings in class. You end up working together on a project and he takes care of both the assignment and you.
A/N: This has been in the drafts for soooooo long. I don’t know how I feel about it, but I’m just glad to put someone out for you again. Hope you enjoy! :)
⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick
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Piercing eyes stick to your frame, following every move you make. What will you grab from your backpack? A pencil? A pen? It’s interesting enough to hold their attention and you’re very aware of the intense staring, but should you turn around to see if that’s the eery feeling? There’s no time to think about it when you’re already doing it.
You turn your head to the side, moving your eyeballs as far to the left as you comfortably can, to catch even the smallest sight of the person. You’re met with a man’s blank expression that heavily contradicts the way his chin rests on his palm in a sheer adoring way.
You quickly turn back to your normal position, trying to focus on your pending work with shaky hands.
You made eye contact with him, what did you think was going to happen if you knew you were being watched? He’s not ugly. Not at all. If looks could kill, your shaky hands are the equivalent of being grazed by his bullet.
“I’ll see you guys at six tomorrow. Have a nice rest of your day. Also, make sure to re-read chapter nine and ten of our reading. Don’t forget to take notes, you will be assigned partners for a presentation that you will all get a chance to present throughout next week,” Professor Smith announces.
Everyone groans but leaps out of their seat, shoving notebooks, pens, and pencils into their bags. You’re in no rush, so you take your time to neatly close your notebook and put it into your backpack.
Just as you take a step away from the desk, a voice gains your attention.
“Don’t leave things behind. Not everyone is as respectful of others’ belongings as I am.” A hand is extended towards you, holding your mechanical pencil with slender—surprisingly pretty hands.
A ‘thank you’ sounds like the right thing to say. Even a ‘thanks’ would do, but your mind knows you’ll fuck the whole thing up, so you simply nod. You raise your hand up to meet his, taking the pencil to put it in your pocket. You finally had a reason to bolt out of the lecture hall, and that’s exactly what you planned to do. You quickly put your backpack on and pushed your chair in, taking one more step away from the desk before being pulled back by force.
“Did I not just tell you to not leave things behind?” Your hood was in one of his hands, your phone in the other.
“Sorry,” you mumble quietly, looking at his hand that maintains a hold on your hood. He instantly lets go. He snickers at your expression. You look like you got called into the principal’s office for something you didn’t do.
“Fucking hell, you’re hopeless.”
The conversation took a random turn. You don’t even know the guy’s name, and yet you’re just about ready to go along with whatever he says.
“Okay,” you say, still frozen like a statue. You feel pathetic under his gaze.
He realizes there’s something wickedly attractive about how you just absorb the punches he throws at your dignity. He’s playing with you, and of course you’re too shy to ask him to stop.
“You’re a pushover. I hate it.” He puts a hand on the desk, eyeing the way your hands fidget in your pockets.
“I’m sorry. I get the feeling you don’t like me very much. Do you have anything else to criticize me about? Any longer and i’ll be late to work.”
“Then wh-“
“Hey, Levi and Y/N. What are you guys still doing here? Class is over,” Professor Smith interrupts.
“I was just packing my things. Levi, I believe you said his name was, rescued a few of my personal belongings.”
There’s an unnecessary roll in his eyes when he hears the word ‘rescued’.
“How kind of you. Were you guys planning on working together for the presentation? I have the sheet right here if you want to confirm your partnership.” He looks at you before looking at Levi.
You and Levi stare at each other for a few seconds, and you feel as if you can read his mind with just the way he glares at you. He doesn’t want to work with you. He already admitted to hating you, so why spend your precious time being a thorn in his side?
“No-”
“Yes, we’re going to work together,” Levi says just a little louder and faster than you.
“Perfect. My first pair. You guys will present next Monday. I’ll see you tomorrow.” A kind smile forms on the blonde man’s face and then he goes back to the front of the lecture hall.
You sigh, grabbing your things and exit the room. You plan every day so that things are done at a specific time. Going to work right after your final lecture is one of the easiest parts of your routine, but not today. You were hindered by someone who you felt disrespected by. A handsome face is worthless when it’s veiled by a shitty attitude, or so you think.
—
“What’s going on, Y/N? You seem more tired than usual,” Armin, the cafe sweetheart, asks you. He sees everyone’s pain, sadness, and sorrow. An angel that has walked the grounds of earth, is what you call him.
“I had to put a pep in my step to get here on time today. I got held up in Smith’s class today.” You rest your face on your palm, leaning on the countertop.
“Ah, I see. I think today will be pretty slow. We’ve had ten customers in the past hour and a half. You can take it easy.” He smiles, patting your back as you close your eyes for a second.
“If we randomly get packed today, it would be an honor to exhaust myself with you, angel.” You smile your brightest smile for him. He earned it.
—
You jinxed yourself.
The cafe had a line to the door and there were more people waiting outside. You cried internally every time groups of friends came in. They didn’t know what they wanted and they were indecisive about their choices. It pissed other customers off, and you had to apologize every time.
The line cleared, and you smiled at the sight of the door. You went to the backroom, ready to collapse on the random bean bag that’s been there since your first day. That thought is interrupted when the door jingles.
“Can you help the customer, please? I haven’t taken a break since I got here. I swear you can take your break or go straight home right after. You’ve done enough,” Armin says.
You can’t say no to him. He’s the only reason you haven’t broken down.
“No worries. I’ll take care of them. Enjoy your break.” You smile, and close the door behind you.
“Welcome. What can I get started for-“ you pause noticeably before continuing your script.
“What can I get started for you?” You sound less peppy, but still keep the formality.
“I’ll have a plain black tea. No additives, please.” He pulls his phone out. You recognize those pretty hands, unfortunately.
“Anything else for you today?” You ask, inputting his order in the register.
“What do you recommend?”
Your opinion? He wants to hear it? No way.
“The ham and cheese croissants are pretty good. We also have really good chocolate chip cookies.”
Too much fat. Too much sugar.
“I’ll take two of each, please.” He pulls his phone out again, ready to pay.
“That’ll be nine fifty-four.”
The card reader beeps and he pulls his phone away from the screen.
“Here’s your receipt. Your name will be called when your order is ready.” You make eye contact with him for the first time since you started taking his order, and a chill runs down your spine. Despite his eyes being a stormy grey, they radiated a warmth you didn’t recognize in anyone other than Armin. Your impression of him in class and your impression of him now gave you whiplash.
“Thank you.” He takes the receipt, and sits down at the table closest to the counter. You feel awkward making his drink and grabbing the rest of his order. Not only was he watching you, but he was also timing you. How good were you at your job, and how serious were you about it? Serious enough to panic over running a little late. There’s no trace of judgement in his mind, though. After all, be would act in a similar manner if he were in that same situation. The only difference is that he wouldn’t wait for the last word to be said. He would leave mid conversation if absolutely necessary.
“Levi,” You call, setting the cup of tea and the other items down on the counter.
He didn’t move. He looked somewhat lost in thought, staring at the machine the tea was brewed in.
“Levi?” You called once more. “Your order is ready.”
“Oh, sorry.” He finally stands, walking up to the counter to get his things. “What time are you off of work?” He asks.
“In about an hour or so. I have to help Armin close down shop.”
“Go home, Y/N! I got it!” Armin shouts from the backroom.
“Sounds like he doesn’t need your help,” he takes a sip of his tea, licking away the remnants of the hot liquid from his lips. It’s good, but he doesn’t need a discovery like this to create a new daily stop before class.
“Right,” you chuckle, turning around to switch all of the machines off. “I could use the rest of today off. I’m mentally and physically exhausted.”
You’re not weak. Not a bit.
“Need a ride home?”
You turn to face him again.
“Don’t you live on campus? I can’t make you drive half an hour like that. That’s just cruel.” You laugh.
“I don’t mind. We can start the project on the way.”
“Drive safe!” Armin shouts.
“Okay, Armin, I know when i’m not wanted!” You shout back. “A ride home would be very much appreciated. Give me a minute to change out of my work clothes and we can go.” You put up your index finger—one minute—then turn around and head for the backroom.
—
“Hungry?” Levi asks when he catches you eyeing one of the chocolate chip cookies in the bag.
“No, just zoning out,” you respond.
“Work really kicked your ass today, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, but i’ll be okay. Just need to rest a little.” You lay against the door, your elbow propped up near the window to hold yourself up. You knew it wasn’t a good idea to “rest your eyes” in that position, and yet you did it anyway.
Levi didn’t have the heart to wake you up when he heard little snores coming from you. Earlier that day, he had started the project without you. He didn’t plan on making you do any of the work because, one: you didn’t want to work with him in the first place, he made you his partner, and two: you were tired as hell. Despite the project not being due for another four days, Levi had finished the rest of the project in his head, just as he pulled up to your driveway.
“Hey,” he taps your shoulder.
“Hmm… Oh, we’re here,” you mumble, sleep treading lightly on your voice. “Come on.” You unbuckle yourself and exit the car.
Levi follows you, clueless about why you’re letting him in. You’ve known him for what, a few hours max?
“I know I could’ve said this earlier in the car, but I was too tired to remember. I don’t understand why you would make me your partner for this project when you literally said you hate me. I didn’t forget that part, mainly because it hurt like a bitch to hear someone’s total judgement about me in the span of two minutes. Your reasoning is something else, and-“
“Stop talking.”
Your pushover tendencies silence you. There’s no need to take it to heart—the realization that he’s right about you. Just accept it and move on.
“You weren’t saying anything. You stood there for a good five seconds just staring at me in silence, and I thought you were giving me the choice, so I said fuck it. Didn’t know you would throw a tantrum over it.”
“You heard me start to say no and talked over me.”
“There’s no point in arguing about this. The project is finished. Let’s just go over it and memorize which parts we’ll say.”
He’s instantly annoyed at the way your eyes widen. That mind of yours was impressed by the simplest things. It’s frustrating, infuriating, and everything in between, but he can’t find it in himself to lash out on you when you look that amazed. It’s cute, it’s wholesome, and he refuses to see it as something malevolent.
“I worked on it as soon as I left class, and finished it on the drive here. As I said before, we just need to memorize what parts we’ll say.”
You were still stunned.
“Let’s get it done.” You say, sitting on the couch.
—
“…and then we finish it off by asking if they have any questions. Good?”
You interlock your fingers and stretch your arms upward. It was a grand relief for your tight muscles. As you lower your arms again, you respond to Levi’s pending question.
“Perfect. We should be ready to present on Monday. Send me the slides and i’ll practice my parts when I have time.”
“Okay.” He scoots closer, looking nervous all of a sudden.
“Are you okay? Am I holding you here for too long? I swear you’re not being held for ransom. You can leave whenever you-”
“I hate you so much.” Your cheeks are held in his soft, nimble hands. His thumbs press into the skin gently. “I hate how little you talk. I hate how you allow kindness to stomp on your true emotions. I hate that regardless of how much I hate you, I still want you.”
You’ve never been more confused in your life. No math equation, paragraph deconstruction, or riddle, has ever played tricks on your mind like Levi did. He just met you today, what’s gotten into him? He knows so much about you, even if this is the first day he’s ever spoken to you. Not in a creepy way, but in more of a ‘I’ll shit on your emotions, tell you I hate you, and fall in love with you from a distance’ way.
“I’ll ask again, are you okay?”
“I want to kiss you. Would that make you uncomfortable?” He says, knowing deep down that this whole scenario must be crazy on your end—completely unexpected.
“U-Um, you didn’t answer my question.” The lingering of his hands on your face has your heart beating out of your chest.
“I’m fine. Now answer mine.” He’s in no rush. Give him permission and he just might kiss you until your lips are swollen.
“Okay,” you say, quietly. His hands now feel cool against the bright blush on your cheeks.
His hands are shaking, he didn’t expect you to say yes, but he’s following through with it because he’s dreamed about this scenario for so long. You really are a pushover.
His lips brush against yours, experimentally. They move quickly out of inexperience, but soon find a comfortable pace. His hands stay cupping your cheeks, and you can feel wisps of his hair shifting against your nose.
You pull away, looking into his eyes. There’s the perfect amount of awkwardness as you sit on your knees, looking at him in awe. This whole situation happens once in a blue moon. You should get to experience the full thing, awkwardness and all.
“Your pupils are huge,” he points out, breaking the silence. His hand settled on his lap.
“And your hands are sweaty.” You shift your gaze away from him as if that changes the fact that you were mesmerized by how close he was just a few seconds ago.
“Got me there,” he wipes his hands on his pants, so that he can go back to pretending like he’s not nervous out of his mind. “I think that went pretty well. Should we do it again?”
“If you want to,” you say, your heart beginning to race again.
“I do. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.”
“Oh, okay. Then I guess that would be fine.” You’re noticeably awkward, and it almost makes him laugh in your face, but the shakiness of your hands makes him want nothing more than for you to feel comfortable with him.
“Want to sit on my lap?”
Your eyes widen for a second, quickly switching your expression to seemingly unfazed.
“You won’t crush me, I promise.”
You look down at his lap, quickly looking back up at him when you realize it’s inappropriate to look in that direction.
“Okay.” You move one leg over his legs, shifting so that you can sit comfortably.
“Okay?” He asks, as he wraps your legs around his waist.
You nod, a smile on your face as you lean in to kiss his somewhat chapped lips. If this becomes a regular thing between you and Levi, you’ll take care of his lips. You’ll kiss them, trace them, and make sure he applies chapstick. You don’t mind sharing, and you always carry some in your bag, anyway.
His lips mesh with yours perfectly, but it feels desperate, like he’s been waiting months or years to taste your lips. You really want to ask him what his deal is, in the least aggressive way possible, of course. One minute he’s chewing you out, saying he hates how you’re easily influenced, the next he’s smacking lips with you. He’s so unpredictable.
“Hah—h-hold… hold on,” You breathe, pulling away, your hands landing on his chest.
“Hmm?” He tilts his head slightly, like a confused puppy.
“W-What…why, um…” you stutter, unsure of how to phrase your question.
“Slow down. We have time.” His hands move up and down your sides, slowly. “What is it?”
“Do you do this with every person you work on a project with?” Part of you is scared that he’ll say yes, part of you is scared that you’ll offend him.
“Of course I do.” He has a mastered poker face. You’ll know what he wants you to know, and believe everything he tells you because of it.
“Y-Yeah, I don’t know what to do with that information, so, i’m just gonna…” you lift yourself off of his lap, moving his hands off of you.
He’s quick to pull you back against his chest by the zipper of your jacket, staring into your soul with those incomparable eyes. A second goes by, and there’s a smirk on his lips. It says ‘you gullible thing, i’m messing with you’, but you’re too nervous in his hold to see that.
“You’re the first.” His thumb and index finger play with the the zipper, lowering it just the slightest bit before pulling it back up. “You caught my eye months ago, but I had no excuse to talk to you, so I waited.”
“You waited almost a year just to talk to me?” Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. “That’s sick, Levi. I mean that in the most respectful way.”
You’re terrible at expressing yourself. If you were better with words, you would say something along the lines of, ‘I hope you’re content with what you waited for. Am I to your expectations? You fell for me months ago, and i’m not sure how long it took for you to do so, but i’ve known you for less than a day, and I’ve never been more conflicted about my feelings.’
“Are you okay with this? I know we’re moving really fast, but I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with what we’re doing. We spoke for the first time today, and now we’re kissing.”
“Do you want to stop?” Your question rings in your ears.
He doesn’t want to stop. This physical affection and attention is new, and it feels good. Why put an end to a good thing?
“No, do you?”
“No, not really.”
You stare at each other for exactly ten seconds before you go back to your make out.
So many questions rack your brain. Will it go further than kissing? Is this a one time thing? Will he ask you out tonight? Will he acknowledge you tomorrow or the day after?
Your cheeks feel slightly cooler than his. You open your eyes for two seconds, noticing two things in that time. One: his cheeks are reddening. He needs to breathe, but he won’t let you go. It’s evident in the way he pants every time his lips lock with yours. Two: his expression. His eyebrows are slightly pinched together, and he looks like he’s in total concentration. The anxiety he feels in his chest when he realizes he’ll never be able to kiss you hard enough, is shown in the grip he has on your jaw. He’s trying to be gentle—pain isn’t always romantic, but damn it, It’s an urgent matter. Kiss him like he’s your hero.
His fingers go back to playing with your jacket’s zipper. He pulls it down, and immediately pulls it up, until you surprise him by pulling it down all the way. Your jacket splits and reveals the white camisole you’re wearing underneath.
He can’t help but pull away on his own this time, to admire your form.
“Need to breathe?” You ask jokingly.
He sighs in amazement. “You continue to surprise me. I was having fun with that dumb piece of metal.”
“Mhm, so much fun,” you say sarcastically. “You could’ve just asked me to take it off, and I would have.”
“Can you take it off, please?” A light blush rises to his cheeks.
“Only because you said please.” You chuckle, throwing the jacket to the other side of the couch. “Better?”
“Fuck.” He sounds so desperate for you. Are his current thoughts prohibited from becoming a reality? Would you call him an animal for acting on the way you made him feel in that moment?
He holds your waist, digging his fingers into the flesh beneath your shirt gently. Goosebumps rise when his hands meet your skin, and you gasp when he pulls you close to kiss you all over again.
How you got into this situation has not been fully processed in your mind yet. It started out as a wholesome situation, but you’re shamefully turned on in this moment. Despite having the privilege to hop off of him at any time, you like that his hands feel like chains on your waist, like he won’t let you go. You like that he’s chasing after your kisses, and he likes how the feeling of your body against his clouds his mind in a comforting way.
You pull away for the third time, having made up your mind about how you want the night to go.
“Do you want to spend the night here, Levi?”
His heart pounds in his ears. He knows the way a gentleman would approach this situation is to decline and go home, but he really wants this. Can’t he do both? Be a gentleman and fulfill your needs?
He thinks it over for a few seconds, deciding to go with what he thinks is the safer choice.
“Only if you want me to.”
You grin. “Come on,” you say getting off of his lap and extending your arm for him to take it. He rises from the couch, following your lead.
“I can sleep on the couch if you-“ you interrupt him by pressing your lips to his, pinning him to the door and pushing so that it shuts. Not knowing how much of a control freak Levi was, you were surprised when he took the lead, and pushed you towards your bed, not breaking the kiss until he laid you down.
“Are we moving too fast?” You pant between kisses.
“No, not at all.” He says, pulling away to remove his shirt.
“Do you have a condom?” You ask, watching his body be unveiled in pure amazement.
He sits on his knees, his shirt off of his head, but still around his arms.
“No, do you?” The slight disappointment on your face gives him the answer you had yet to say.
You mentally cursed yourself for being unprepared, but you didn’t blame yourself too much. Sexual activity was rare for you, so you didn’t keep a box of condoms around your apartment. You foolishly always relied on the person engaging in sexual activity with you to have the contraceptive, because you were on birth control. This was one of the times you wished you had been responsible for the safety.
You sigh, frustratedly. “What should we do?” You ask, seeing only some of his face with the sheer moonlight.
“We can’t have sex, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah. It’s okay. Let’s just watch TV or something.” You turn towards your nightstand, searching for the TV remote.
You open the drawer slightly before it’s quickly shut again by Levi. His shirt is off, and you can see the toned muscles of his abdomen, his chest, and his arms. He hovers over you for a second before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss seemed innocent, like he was kissing you goodnight, until he started trailing downward. He kissed your chest, even went so far as to lift your shirt so he could kiss your bare skin. He went lower, down your abdomen, until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants.
He took his time, he had no reason to be hasty. He rolled the waistband down a little, revealing more skin as well as the elastic band of your underwear. Every inch of skin that he revealed as he peeled your sweatpants off your legs came in contact with his lips, and it made your stomach swarm with butterflies.
“Are you comfortable with this?” He asks, hooking a finger into the elastic band of your underwear.
“Y-Yeah,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.
“Lay back. I’ve got you.” He taps your stomach a few times so that you’re on your back again.
You tremble slightly beneath his gaze. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he won’t make you feel more nervous than you already are by pointing it out.
“This isn’t your first sexual experience, is it?”
“No, why?”
You’re shaking, darling.
“First times should be special, is all.”
Your guts churn at the feeling of his hands running up and down your thighs.
“Would it turn you off if I told you this is the first time someone has gone down on me?” The question makes you want to shrink down to the size of an ant when it’s out in the atmosphere. There’s an uncomfortable silence between both of you. You’re worried he doesn’t want you anymore.
He lets out a short chuckle. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to what’s so funny.
“No, it doesn’t turn me off,” he finally says, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “That just means I have to set the bar up so high that no man, no woman, no person, will ever be able to top it.” He looks up at you through his eyelashes, his lips sucking the plushy flesh of your thigh as he forms the first mark of the night. You can’t keep the eye contact without feeling your heart thrashing against your ribcage.
“Of course, only if you’ll allow me to.”
You sigh with a large amount of relief. His fingertips glide over the outer skin of your thighs, causing goosebumps to form over the soft skin. Something he notices in the time he takes to scan your body with his hands is that your hips are sensitive. Your stomach trembles a little when he brushes over the area.
“L-Levi,” you say breathily.
“Hips,” he mutters to himself, dragging his fingers across more of your body to try and find more of your sensitive areas.
You feel like you’re squirming. The concentrated attention is making your nervous, and you don’t know what to do with yourself.
You gasp when his hands run over your stomach and you feel the goosebumps begin to rise again. You hear a short hum from him before his fingers begin to slide from your stomach to your waist.
“Fuck, Levi,” you whisper, now actually squirming when he doesn’t stop.
“Stomach and waist,” he mutters to himself again. You know he’s making a mental list of your sensitive areas now.
He looked at your panties, visibly satisfied at the damp spot that littered the fabric.
“So wet from just a few touches. It’s cute, but I can do so much more for you.”
You blush furiously when he touches the wet spot, and you so badly want to scream. Your legs shut the tiniest amount but he immediately catches it and holds them open.
“Can I continue?” He asks, hooking a finger beneath the elastic band of your panties, then letting it snap against your skin.
You nod, a wordless response that does not roll with Levi.
“It’s yes or no, sweetheart. Your consent is the only thing that matters to me right now.”
“Yes, please, Levi,” you say sheepishly.
“You’re a goodie goodie, aren’t you?” He murmurs against your stomach, kissing below your navel.
“U-Um..” you buffer at the name, your cunt clenching at the feeling of his warm breath on your skin.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I love a woman with manners.” He rolls your panties down your legs slowly, staring into your soul while doing so. “You follow instructions so perfectly, and please and thank you is basically engraved into your vocabulary. What’s not to like?” He bends your knees to completely slide the garment off of your legs. You turn away when he notices how much of a mess you’ve made of yourself, which lures a short, deep chuckle from him.
He kisses your inner thighs looking up every few seconds to gauge your reaction to what he does. “Will you let me taste you?” He murmurs before leaving another mark on your thigh.
You nod enthusiastically, only verbally saying ‘yes’ when he shakes his head at your first response.
You shiver when his head dips and his tongue comes in contact with your slit. Your hands shake at the intrusion of his tongue merging with one of your most intimate areas, and suddenly your breathing is erratic. The more you paid attention to it, the more unnatural it felt.
“How’s that?” He asks, his index finger rubbing your clit in an unnervingly satisfying pace.
“Good. S-So good,” you respond as steadily as you can. The breathiness in your voice isn’t subtle to Levi. He almost smirks at how easy you are to unravel.
He dips down to get another taste of your sweetness, he didn’t expect to become addicted so quickly. Your taste isn’t the only thing he became addicted to, but also the wholesome way that you try to hold your moans in, and the way your body reacts to his touch.
His tongue replaces his finger on your clit, and his finger drops down to your entrance. He looks up at you through his lashes, full attention on you as he slowly slides a finger inside you.
A moan flows out of your mouth, the sound making his painfully hard cock twitch. You fist the sheets as he begins sliding his finger in and out of your clenching hole.
“Oh, you’re so delicate, sweetheart,” his voice is honey-like. A few pearls of slick slide down his palm. He watches the expression of pure ecstasy on your face—your pinched eyebrows, your eyes screwed shut, your bottom lip glossy from the amount of times you’ve licked and bitten it.
“Oh fuck, Levi,” you cry out when he nudges your sensitive area. You open your eyes, your face immediately heating up when you look down and catch his lustful gaze. His lips suck relentlessly on your clit as his finger fucks into you at a quicker pace than before.
“Can you take another one?” He asks, his middle finger prodding at your folds.
“Mhm, yes please,” you slur. Your brain has turned to mush, and you can’t think properly.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs as he stretches your hole with his second finger. He scatters kisses onto your inner thighs, biting occasionally.
You writhe as his digits curl inside you, willing you to let yourself go. To know that you’re the one receiving the pleasure, yet he seems to be just as aroused, is unbelievably attractive. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body.
“F-Faster, please—ah—right there, Levi,” you push your head back further into your pillow, your face aimed towards the ceiling as moans and whimpers exit your mouth freely.
“Come for me, Y/N.” With that said, his fingers sheathe in and out of your pussy at a pace that makes your eyes almost roll out of your head. His mouth attacks your clit, the swollen nub already sensitive to the slightest of touches. You claw at your chest as he works you up until your cum drips down his fingers. He looks up at you, watching you lose the composure you held onto for so long. Your cheeks are red, your mouth gaped open and tears slide down your face. You’re a perfect mess, the way Levi planned for you to be.
“L-Levi, no more,” you whimper, your trembling thighs straining in an attempt to shut. Levi gets his last licks in, so that he can keep the taste of you on his tongue for a little longer. Your stomach quivers with every shaky breath you take, withstanding the overstimulation he provides.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he finally says as he pulls away. “Damn,” he mumbles, looking down at his crotch where his cum began seeping through his pants. He made a mess of himself too.
You just lay there tired and half asleep. Sweat coats your body in a luminous way, and hair sticks to your temples and forehead.
“Hey, wake up,” Levi says, tapping your knee. You hum but don’t budge. “Go shower, Y/N. You’ll sleep better when you’re clean.”
“I’m tired,” you whine, turning to your side and curling up into a ball.
“I know, but you’re a mess. How about you take a bath? Sound nice, right? Relaxing.”
Your eyes stay shut and you don’t move. “I’m gonna go start the bath. I’ll come back for you.”
“Mm,” you respond.
Levi fills the tub with warm water, pouring some of the lavender scented bath salts you had in one of the cabinets.
“Come on, Y/N. The bath is ready.” He says standing in the doorway.
“Fine.” You stand up and follow him into the bathroom.
You remove your camisole and step into the tub, sitting down carefully to make sure you don’t get water everywhere. Levi sits on his knees next to you. He does the job of cleaning you up while you just lay there and relax.
Your eyes are closed, but you’re not sleeping. You can feel every time Levi gets closer as he cleans you up thoroughly. Only someone who cares about you would do this for you.
By the end of the night, you’re one hundred percent certain that Levi has ruined you.
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January
From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary
Masterlist
We all know Marcus deserves the world & so much better so this as to first entry of the diary was a good start. Not as slutty or smutty as I sometimes write but it’s a good start to this & I look forward to writing these over the next 12 months.
Synopsis:- Marcus was to have a new year new me for January, but your suggestion for one activity lead to something more enjoyable.
Word count:-1700
Warnings:- DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, established relationship, oral female receiving, swearing, teasing, fingering. remember this is a diary/journal.
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New year new us…
Thats what he said as he rolled off me on new years. We hadn’t gone to a party for new years , instead we had stayed in. Dinner was delicious, he made my favourite Banoffee Pie, it always gets me going. The Prosecco was flowing & he started his pleasuring at about 11:40. Fireworks filled the night sky, along with my own moans as I called out Marcus name as I came just after midnight. He filled me so well, but I’ve already written this in here, it’s just more repeating myself (he was magnificent though). But he laid there going we’re going to be more active this year, make more time for our health, physically & metally, be more active together & make sure to do something each month to show our appreciation to each other.
Obviously that went out the window quickly for my Marcus. January 5th was one of those work night & he just sent a photo of an empty take away pizza box saying it was going to be a late one. But I’ve been good. Yea there’s been Christmas goodies to eat. There’s still biscuits & chocolate left over from the festivities that we had either purchased when we entertained or that others had brought us as gifts. We’ve not just binged on it. Maybe a biscuit with a cup of tea while watching a film snuggled in the sofa in a Sunday afternoon or maybe a bit of chocolate here & there but nothing to over the top. It’s got to be eaten, otherwise it will be thrown away, don’t want to waste them.
However his face last night, when I told him we should go to bed, was very confused.
“So early? How feral are you?” He had to double check his phone for the time.
“No Marcus” I replied “we’re doing park run at 9am tomorrow” 5k run jog or walk to help improve you exercise. We’d both been members for a few years & I had done a few more than him.
“This is a joke right” Marcus laughed. but then he saw my face, I was not. “Do you know how cold it’s going to be tomorrow?”
“32f”, but you’ve been on…”
“32f?!” He screaches “that’s almost frozen numbers are you crazy” he seems shocked “why can’t we just go to the gym? Or…”
“New year new us” my turn to interrupt & throw his original claim back at him “but you’ve been on colder stake outs that that”
“Yea but I’ve had tea soup & a coat not running gear”
“Trust me Marcus, it will be fine” Marcus does his little eye roll at me & then he switches the tv off & comes with me to bed. I love that he always walks behind, patting my bum. He’s so close, his scent intoxicating as always .
“Let’s make it more fun” he says as he follows me into the bedroom & we both undress, to get into bed, for intimate snuggles which as it’s a Friday night, will probably lead to sex. We both sleep nude anyhow even if sex isn’t involved.
“Oooh how baby” I said as I took off my hoodie which is actually his. A girls got to claim her man’s hoodie, if she doesn’t are they even a couple?
“The person who improves their time the most tomorrow, gets a special reward from the other” his eyes are wide & full of desire.
“Deal” my outstretched hand to shake on it was pulled towards his body. Soon matted in his chest hair as he moaned. His lips still as good as the first night I kissed him, when he pretended to be my boyfriend to save me from a creep.
“God I love you” he whined as he unhooked my bra.
No I need to stop, this isn’t a journal post about our sexploits. I can’t write every diary entry about us having sex. It’s not my fault he makes me feel sexy & confident, tells me Im his good little girl. The way he… no no no not yet, can’t say that now.
So we woke up at 8am & got into our running gear & headed to the park. Leaving the heated seats of the car was hard than I expected.
“Good idea huh?” Marcus says as he puts on his gloves & shivers instantly.
“Shut up” I snap back. It was 28 but it felt much colder. “It will make us run faster”
“I’m more likely to pull a hamstring”
“Excuses already?” I joked. I was never going to let him get out of doing this. We were already healthy. But he wanted to do the new year thing so we are doing this 5k.
“No…” he quietly grumbles back. “Well good luck,” he gives me a very small kiss before he pulled his snood up. His lips are chilly but the added warm from our lips touching make us both blush & gets our blood moving. Doesn’t matter that we’ve been together for a while he still excites me.
The run went well. He beat me in the actual 5k as usual. He always does. But not by as much as he thought he would. He was still warming down when I crossed the finishing line. I saw the shock on his face. I knew I’d kept a good gap to him on the run.
We got home & didn’t even shower. We went straight to the kitchen & made two huge mugs of steaming coffee & held on to them for warmth. The heating we turned on as we left for our run so it was snug when we got in, we were going to be warm quickly. & then we both got the emails with our stats. Adrenaline pumping, waiting to see who had the best improved time.
Marcus time: 36mins 12seconds improvement 27seconds
“Ahhhh” he said looking smug showing me his screen. Looking all proud. But I’m pulling a brilliant poker face & just casually slide my phone across to him.
My time: 39min 4seconds improvement 3minutes
“What the actual fuck? How? Did you cheat or take a short cut?” Marcus is astounded. “I’m impressed but bloody hell.” He leaned across the table & kissed me. Coffee lips so inviting & I moaned. I like to moan. He likes to hear it. Gets him going & his eyes widening always makes me flutter.
I didn’t wait to cash in my prize. I could have done but I didn’t. We needed showers, we were starting to smell from our run. He was just in his running leggins, that chest so firm, his nipples erect & his hair was messy from the layers he’d removed. He’s clean shaven at the moment too, I think he likes it, I miss the tickel though.
“Do you want to shower first, or are you going to have a bath?” He asks & then his eyes lit up as I rolled my Brazilian knickers off
“I want my prize”
I’d never seen him drop to his knees so quickly, sliding towards my delight. My legs parted instantly.
“Oooh baby” he growled.
Im sure I praised him as he licked my slick. I pushed his head down & his thick locks were trapped by my fingers as I thurst him deeper between my thighs. His nose rubbed against my clit at points. He lapped away moaning sexy nosies as I screamed in desire. Fat Fingers joining in at times too as Marcus had me covering his face, gushing over my handsome partner, coming undone as I came. He is such a brilliant lover.
“Who said that was what I wanted” I panted when my thighs stopped trembling for a few seconds.
“Well if you want anything else I’m happy to do that too.” His running leggins dropped to the floor. It was showing rather prominently & he stroked his leaking throbbingly thick & angry head of his penis over my clit. The sensation making my recently licked pussy dripping already again. He held my face as I sat up & his thrusting began. Fucking me hard. He likes to fuck hard from time to time. That’s the thing with my man, you never know what kind of sex you’re going to get. Over the years there’s been phases but he does like to change it up. My sensitive already orgasmic cunt let him in so easily & he fucked me with my name on his lips in between pants & moaning ooh fuck.
“Good your tight, fuck, just how I like it baby,”his hand cups my chin keeping our eyes intensely looked on each other as he got his thrusts up, making my clamp harder around him. Just watching that body of his which I caress always invigorates me. God he’s good.
His words in his sexy voice.
His touch.
His kisses.
How he tastes.
The sweat.
The cum.
The way he makes me spiral.
I’m not a slut but I’m his slut.
It’s just the way he fucks me. No one matches. No one.
Once we had both orgasmed & showered he had a warm glowing smile on his face. He really does love me.
I got downstairs for lunch, Marcus insisted on sorting it out. But even before I walk into the kitchen I can smell it. It’s not healthy? It’s bacon & fried egg rolls.
“Marcus”
“What”
“Unless you’ve purchased the…”
“No it’s real bacon, though we deserved a reward.” He winks at me.
“What about new year new us?” I asked him.
“The amount of sweat & energy we’ve spent today, you can have some bacon beautiful”
So yea that’s how our new year has started. We got to the 3rd Saturday in January before we really started being healthy & then our hunger for certain things just pushed it all out of the window on the same day.
Maybe we will attempt a park run again in the spring when it’s not so cold, but if it means extra attention from my Marcus, I might encourage it.
February
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