#and all morning i had some fuck ass loser telling me i didn’t have to do all that or i put in all that effort and it still looks like shit
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im so annoyed oh my god
#so#yk how i said this stupid house was due today#and i slept for half an hour#to get as much done so i’d be able to finish in class#WELL#my other engineering teacher also thought it was due today#so he let all of us with these houses work on them during his class#and that was nice yk grateful for him#but then the actual class comes around#and i’m rushing to finish painting so i can label the features and write my little statement#and it’s so fucking ugly like looking at it makes me wanna cry#and 5 minutes before class ends#he says it’s the last day to work on it . IN CLASS .#and he won’t tell us when it’s actually due .#so we were all rushing for nothing#and it’s so shitty looking#like everyone said it looked good but ik what i wanted it to look like and that was not it#and ik it’s just one assignment but even tho i said i hated it i was v happy with how it came out and was so disappointed that i ruined it#and all morning i had some fuck ass loser telling me i didn’t have to do all that or i put in all that effort and it still looks like shit#LIKE DID I ASK ??? DID . I . ASK .#why does the amount of effort i put into MY WORK bother u .#get off my fucking dick#like it didn’t bother me that he said it looked shitty what pissed me off was him saying it over and over like he thought i gave a shit#abt what he had to say#like im exhausted and ur not funny like if ur gonna make fun of me at least be funny#god i can’t stand unfunny bitches im sorry#i can make it look better now but i’m annoyed i even have to#like it cld have just been done#i also had to buy more paint which was lame
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Can we have Dave as a total nerd who gets invited to his first highschool rager where he meets reader who's interested in him?
Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader ₊ ⊹
A/N: Sorry for being gone I had no inspiration. I would make this a story but i’m scared to I trust myself doing little head-canons better :( also! Did y’all see the brawl in alabama !? 🪑
Warnings: Underage drinking, I pictured the characters around being 17-18 since they are in high school!! Dave is 18 reader is 18!!
• Well first of all we all know Dave is a huge nerd and kind of a loser, So how he even got invited to a rager is unknown.
• He decide to go, figured it would be better than spending his time away at home reading comics. Poor boy was lost and confused he did not know what to wear, he was stressed!
• He spent so much time trying to find an outfit at the end of it clothes was all over his bed and floor hangers were everywhere. All this mess just for him to go with the first outfit he had originally put on.
• Dave was so stressed out about absolutely everything he wanted to turn back and go home and read his comic books in the safety of his room.
• The music was far too loud teenagers were everywhere indulging in underage-drinking and dancing, some making out and practically having sex, gross.
• Dave was scared he couldn’t find the person who invited him so he just walked around, he grabbed a cup just to try and fit amongst everyone else at the party.
• Dave recognized some of the people from his school and decided to keep his head down to not embarrass himself in front of them. He noticed many jocks playing beer pong and cheering each other on.
• As he walked around he found comfort in a dark corner away from everyone. Dave would definitely just sit in the corner by himself and people watch, which is exactly what he did until some shirtless drunk dude accidentally slammed in to him, making him spill his beer all over his shirt.
• Dave tried to find a bathroom to clean off his shirt but all the bathrooms downstairs were occupied, so he went upstairs he tried finding the bathroom but instead walked in on a couple about to have sex. He was mortified, the girl threw her shoe and screamed at him to get out.
• once he found the bathroom he opened it without knocking (he didn’t learn his lesson) and walked in on you adjusting your dress,
“Dude what the fuck? Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?”
he was a stuttering mess while he apologized.
“Sorry-sorry i was just trying to-nothing never mind”
• when he was about to leave you stopped him telling him it was fine and you were done anyways. He couldn’t make eye contact with you he was so nervous he thought you were so pretty and his nostrils were overwhelmed by your sweet perfume. Was he drooling? probably.
• Before he could leave you stopped him.
“No, Sorry it’s fine I was done anyways. You okay? You seem like..uncomfortable?”
He was blushing and nervous, he grabbed some toilet paper and tried to clean the now almost dry beer off his shirt.
“Y-yeah? I’m fine-i’m cool just never been to one of these things before-and and…you’re really p-pretty and you smell really good..”
His smile and was cute and his glasses only added to how adorable he looked.
• When he heard your laugh he was done for! That man would’ve done anything you asked and he’d only spoken two sentences to you.
• “well..thanks uh —?”
“Dave my name-it’s uh Dave w-whats yours??”
“I’m —“
• You guys would probably spend 30 minutes talking in the bathroom and laughing, you can definitely tell this is not his scene like at all.
• “So Dave..do you want to give me your number? Or are you just gonna stare at me?”
his loser ass is so embarrassed!! He gives you his number and you guys text all night and morning.
#dave lizewski#dave lizewski x reader#dave is a loser#dave lizewski x you#dave lizewski x y/n#dave lizewski one shot#kick ass#kick ass 2#kick ass x reader#reader x dave lizewski#aaron taylor johnson x reader#aaron taylor johnson#atj x reader#aaron taylor johnson x y/n#aaron taylor johnson x you
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Flashing Lights
13) Heavy
Jack Harlow x Singer!OC
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“Guys, I think Jack is avoiding me.” Maryse said as she sat across Doja and Saweetie, they had decided to get brunch as they hadn’t seen each other in a while.
Taking a sip of her water, Doja spoke first. “That man is obsessed with you, I refuse to believe that.”
Saweetie nodded in agreement, “Yeah, girl that man would crawl in your skin if he could.”
While all that was true, something didn’t feel right. Running a hand through her hair she explained further. “Well yeah but he’s been acting differently since I told him I was going to be gone all fall to tour.”
The conversation they had a couple days ago continued to play in her head. “So, where do I fall in this?” Maryse could remember not knowing how to properly answer the question. For some reason, it felt deeper than just missing her while she toured.
“Hm, maybe he’s just scared he’s going to lose you. He’s never dated anyone that actually has a career. No offense to his ex’s, so I’m sure it’s going to be quite an adjustment, same with you as well.” Doja told her
“Yeah,” Saweetie continued “I mean you never had to deal with much distance before either, that loser ex of yours was home every week.”
Maryse rolled her eyes at the mention of Nate and sighed. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to miss him, but after our phone call it felt like he was giving up before we could even try.” She told them sadly.
Doja and Saweetie gave each other a look feeling sad for their friend. “Look girl,” Doja spoke first, “it sounds to me that you need to have a conversation with Jack. Like a real one, not one of those quick conversations over the phone.”
Maryse nodded knowing they were right.
“Don’t worry too much about it.” Saweetie said and raised her glass “Now, let’s toast to you going on tour with fucking Coldplay.” They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of the drinks, Maryse pretended to listen as the girls talked while she continued to think about her situation with Jack.
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Urban looked down at his phone in confusion.
“Hey, Jack.” He called out to his friend who was sitting at the table writing. Jack looked at him in acknowledgement “Hm?” before continuing to write.
“Is your phone turned off? Maryse just texted me saying that she’s been trying to contact you all morning.” Urban asked, confused, he was actually shocked Jack wasn’t with her right now. It’s usually the first place he goes when he steps foot in New York.
“Nah, it’s on.” Jack said, still not looking up, and continuing to scribble in his notebook.
That made Urban even more confused, and slightly concerned. “Y’all, get in an argument or something? You’re usually up her ass.” He said with a chuckle
Jack didn’t find that funny “I just don’t want to be on my phone right now, geez. I’m not up Maryse’s ass either, I’m my own person. I’m just trying to write this verse for EST and not be bothered.”
Urban just stared at him wide eyed. Shocked that he was speaking of Maryse that way.
“Okay, dude. I don’t know what your problem is but I hope you fix it soon. Don’t take that energy to the Today Show.” Urban said with a roll of his eyes, and left the hotel room.
When Urban got to the hallway he didn’t know whether or not to tell Maryse he was in a bad mood or tell her a little white lie. Deciding to be honest, he texted Maryse letting her know Jack was working on music and that he seemed to be stressed but reassured her that Jack would be by later after rehearsals.
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Not wanting to cause a scene Maryse stayed at home to watch Jack’s performance on the Today Show, she didn’t hear from him at all the day before other than him sending a text saying that he loved her, and that he would come to her place as soon as he was done performing.
Maryse was worried about him, something was off with him. The sparkle that was usually in his eyes when he performed was gone, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. The reasoning had to be something deeper than just being exhausted.
When Jack walked in the door later that morning, it looked like the whole world was sitting on his shoulders. She immediately dragged him to the couch and settled into his lap and wrapped her arms around him.
They sat in silence as they soaked in each other’s presence with Jack’s head resting on the inside of Maryse’s neck. The past few weeks had Jack spiraling in his anxiety with him constantly telling Jason “yes” to appearances, hardly having a moment's peace.
Jack lifted his head, squeezing Maryse to get her attention. “I love you, Maryse.”
Maryse was slightly caught off guard by the deepness and emotion of his voice. She had to blink back tears before sharing the sentiment.
It was quiet for such a long time she would’ve thought Jack was asleep if he wasn’t pressing small kisses to her neck every few minutes.
“Do you wanna watch tv?” Maryse asked, motioning towards the television and running her other hand through his curls. Jack didn’t say anything but gave a simple nod. Maryse slid off his lap and sat beside him now on the couch, legs draped across his legs.
“You don’t have to but if there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here, baby.” She wanted to remind him that she's there for him, no matter what. Jack knew that was his chance to open up, but something was stopping him.
Maryse felt him let out a sigh next to her. “I’m fine, M. I’m just happy to be next to you finally. I’m sorry I’ve been kinda distant lately.”
She nodded, “It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay and it upset her but she would bring that up later.
“Let’s just take a nap, okay.” Jack nodded once more, falling asleep almost immediately. Maryse stayed up thinking about what was going to happen next month when they’re apart.
Hours had passed and Jack was still sleeping next to her, Maryse knew she needed to get up and go to the studio. She promised Saweetie she would hop on a song for her.
As she tried to sneak out Jack’s arms, he woke up.
“Where are you going?” Jack asked before rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.
“I’m going to the studio to record something for Saweetie.” She told him while trying to find her shoes.
“Can’t you do that later? I’m sure she’ll understand.”
Reaching down to give him a kiss on the check. “I won’t be gone long I promise.”
As she turned back around, she was immediately pulled back by Jack tugging on the hoodie she had thrown on causing her to fall on top of where he was laid on the couch. Jack pressed his lips to hers passionately. As much as she wished she could stay and kiss him, work had to be done.
“Please, stay.” Jack almost whined.
“I’ll be gone only for a few hours, you big baby.” Maryse told him jokingly, grabbing her tote bag she always takes to the studio. Turning back around Jack’s face was full of frustration.
“We haven’t seen each other for longer than 24 hours in weeks with us both traveling.” Maryse crossed her arms, hugging herself. “I told you, I’m only going to be gone for three hours, top. It’s not that big of a deal.” She didn’t understand why he was getting so upset.
Jack ran a hand over his face before speaking again. “I finally convinced Neelam and Jason to push back some meetings today so I could spend the day with you.”
She was getting annoyed now. “While I appreciate that, I didn’t ask you to do that for me.”
“Sorry for thinking you wanted to spend time with me.” Jack muttered back, the stress and anxiety was starting to creep back up, making him tense.
Maryse rolled her eyes. “Jackman, please.” She said sternly. “You know I would spend time with you every waking moment if I could. I can’t just rearrange my studio time because you’re here.”
“I just want to spend time with you, Maryse!” Jack’s voice started to raise slightly.
“Why don’t you come with me then, you can see what I’m working on.” Maryse suggested anything to stop this disagreement.
It was Jack’s turn to roll his eyes. “No, I just want to spend time with you and do something that doesn’t involve one of us working. I just find it funny how I can move things around but you can’t.”
“Again, I never asked you to do that.” Arms still crossed over her chest.
“I did it because I love you!” He shot back.
Maryse huffed, turning around and walking towards the window in her apartment. Needing a moment to breathe. “Jack, I’m starting to feel like you’ve been trying to make me feel guilty for being busy and being gone for long periods. My career is important to me, I can’t just drop everything for you.”
“Making you feel guilty?! No, this is about you not making me or our relationship for that matter a fucking priority.”
She breathed out a heavy sigh and shook her head. Jack wasn’t going to back down any time soon, and she didn’t feel like arguing anymore “I’m going to the studio now, don’t wait around.” Slamming the door behind her.
When Maryse got to the studio Saweetie was already at the soundboard. “Hey girl!” She said turning around in her seat, her smile dropped when she saw the look on her friend's face.
“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned.
“Jack and I just got in our first fight.” Maryse said as she pulled a chair up next to her friend.
“About what?”
Running a hand through her hair, “Jack wants to change my whole schedule up to be with him. He wanted me to cancel on you because he apparently pushed back meetings to hang with me since he was in town for the Today Show this morning. Which I never asked him to do.”
Before Saweetie could respond Maryse continued venting. “You and Doja were right, his ex’s always followed him around, changing their schedules for him. I don’t think he likes that I’m just as busy as he is.”
Saweetie nodded her head acknowledging her friend's feelings. “One thing I’ve learned is that there’s always room to grow, you guys seriously need to have a conversation about this. That’s the only way to handle this. As soon as you leave here you both need to talk. Don’t let the issue linger.”
“Yeah I will, this is just making me so upset.” Maryse told her friend. She hated arguing and hated it even more with Jack.
Saweetie pulled her into a hug, “You guys will get through this.” Maryse nodded, having a hard time believing her.
As promised Maryse finished recording in less than three hours, when she got back in her car she checked her phone to see if Jack texted her in those three hours. She was disappointed to see that he hadn’t tried texting or calling.
The closer she got to her apartment the more guilty she felt for leaving the way she did. While she quite didn’t understand where Jack was coming from she shouldn’t have snapped at him.
To say she was hurt when she walked inside and saw it empty was an understatement. Jack hated her now, and probably thought she wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe he was right, maybe she did put her career above him sometimes. But still felt like her feelings were valid as well. She can’t drop everything to be with him, even if she wanted to.
Going to her room to cry herself to sleep she stopped on her tracks when she saw a bouquet of flowers on her bedside table.
Walking to the flowers she pulled the card immediately to read it. “I love you.”
Maryse pulled the card to chest and closed her eyes as tears started falling. Crawling into bed, she still held onto the card. Pulling her phone out her hoodie she texted Jack. “I love you too.” sighing when she saw he left her on read.
It was harder than normal to fall asleep that night without Jack next to her knowing he was in town. She didn’t know what she was going to do if they didn’t talk this out before things escalated, especially with tour coming up.
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Just a neat little little original story I wanted to share :p !!ALL SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES AND BAD WRITING IN GENERAL WERE ON PURPOSE!!
Ep1. Pt1. ROOMMATEIVERSARY
It was a lovely morning. The birds were screeching. The sun was meowing. Everything perfect for this special day.
Onions : “wow it’s so nectar outside. Definitely a beautiful day.” He yawned as he looked out the window of his room. He lived in a small apartment. 2 rooms. 1 bathrooms. 1 kitchens. And a small black hole taking place of the living room. What a nice black hole, would definitely recommend it as a starter pet.
Onions: “a perfect day to celebrate our ROOMMATEIVERSARY” it’s funny cuz that’s the title of the episode.
Onions walked out of his room to see none other than Eddie standing right behind his door. He sleeps there.
Onions: “sup”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “ no I didn’t make breakfast yet. Sorry. I was too busy dreaming”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “yeah yeah I know you have to eat at certain times. You really gotta learn to cook for yourself though.”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “HAHAHAHAHA Eddie! Your such a goofball”
Scrambled eggs n’ toast with a bit of fruit was onions specialty breakfast. The perfect breakfast if you will. At least to Eddie. It was his favorite meal onions made when he had the munchies. He liked the simplicity of it.
Onions: “Eat”
Onions puts the plate down right in front of Eddie on the table. Every few seconds little pieces of food would pop out of existence.
Onions: “soooooooooooo…” he sighed out looked at Eddie trying to get his attention.
Eddie looks up at him.
Onions: “do you…I don’t know…remember what today was?”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “we’ve- we’ve been talking for months…”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “no I’m not giving hints Eddie! You should already know what today is by now!”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “IT'S OUR ROOMMATEIVERSARY! WE’VE BEEN ROOMMATES FOR THREE YEARS EDDIE!”
Eddie: “ “
Onions: “I bet you didn’t even remember the rent you owe me…” onions sighed pulling back his long black hair into a ponytail.
Onions: “that’s wack Eddie, you know what? I can’t handle this right now I’m going on a walk.”
So onions stormed out of the apartment complex and went on a walk. A walk to where? Nobody really knows. That is until he came across a giant green house that was shaped like a dome and was probably the size of three football fields. He had nothing better to do since his BITCH ASS SORRY EXCUSE OF A FUCKING ROOMMATE decided to forget how special today was. So he walked towards
Onions: “golly this sure is a really big dome” he knocked on the dimmed glass of the greenhouse. It was very thick glass. Thick enough to block anything from crashing into it. It was also pretty hard to see from the inside.
He quickly walked towards the entrance out of curiosity.
Locked. The door was locked. It had some vines coming out of it and was pretty mossy as well. Fuck it. He punched and kicked the door, getting if to budge.
After showing the door who’s daddy, it collapsed and fell to the ground.
Onions: “Gee..” He looked around. The inside wasn’t really what onions had expected. It was like a forest in there. Various plant species everywhere. It was honestly really beautiful.
Onions: “bummer. I thought this would be more uhhh… dystopian? Is that the word? Yeah.” He said talking to himself. What a loser. Talking to yourself. Couldn’t be me frfr.
As Onions looked around exploring deeper into the forest he saw something. A person? Eh he couldn’t tell it was too far away. So as predictable as this would be he walked towards it.
As he got closer and closer he saw a lady. She kinda resembled a sunflower in a way because of her brown hair and yellow dress. The sunflower she had behind her ear added a pop to her look as well. She was really pretty.
She was saying something i couldn’t understand it though. All he knows was that she was saying something.
She was twirling around the grass and touching plats? prob some crazy plant lady. Love that for her
Onions: “hello!?” he shouted towards the lady disturbing her little waltz. She fell.
They stared at each other for a prolonged amount of time.
Flower lady: “Who the fuck are you?” she shouted in a pissy frustrated tone
Well thats quite rude
Onions: “well thats quite rude”
THATS WHAT I SAID!!!
Onions: “And i’d like to keep my identity secure thank you! I can’t be telling my personal information to strangers!”
The lady looked at onions like hes a stupid ass bitch ass fucking dunce and gets up from the floor. She wipes down her long white skirt in case if had gotten dirty.
Flower lady: “identity secure my ASS! You walked on MY property and disturbed MY precanse. I have the right to know who the fuck you are.”
Onions: “profanity… fine. My name is onions. I was just walking around here and then I found your really big dome thingy. It looked all dirty and run down from the outside so I thought it was abandoned?”
And this is where I stop. I’ll make a part 2 but it’ll probably take a long time lmao. Thanks for reading!!! :)
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Far Away Feelings (Echo VN - Weight Gain)
"It's called the hum."
After the hysteria incident, Leo finds himself alone now that Chase has left for college with Carl and Jenna. Micha won't talk to him, and Flynn won't even look him in the eye after he saw the otter-shaped amalgamation born out of Leo's mind.
He needs to find closure SOMEHOW, right?
It’s called the hum. Does weird shit to your brain. It’s… bad. Really bad.
That was the last thing Micha said to him during the harrowing night two months ago. Chase, Jenna, and Carl were stuck in the Hendricks Mansion doing god knows what while he, Flynn, Micha, and TJ were left to fend for themselves as everyone in the town lost their minds. Hell, Leo was sure that he lost his mind that day.
Everything before Micha broke up his and Flynn’s violent fight was a blur. There was screaming, TJ was on the verge of breaking into tears, and Leo was sure that there was a gun involved. Was it his? Was it Flynn’s? Did he pick it up from one of the many corpses that filled the road? It was impossible to tell.
Now? Everything was worse. Chase left for college again, he took Carl with him, Jenna was acting completely closed off and refused to even acknowledge his texts, Micha said that he needed some space after reconnecting in such a horrible situation, and Flynn… was Flynn.
“I didn’t even talk to Carl, but I liked knowing that he was there. What do I do, Ch—” No. No more. He couldn’t talk to… not him. The creature he had been talking to for so long wasn’t a person. It was a horrifying facsimile of the man he loved—the man that would never come back to him. It was simply a thing.
Why couldn’t you just tape Chase’s yearbook photo to a Fleshlight like a normal person?
Like Micha could understand. He was nice—scratch that. He was acceptable to stand around, but he didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. Did the bat think that being gay in this town was an excuse to be a dickhead?
“I was a little clingy, and the whole world comes fucking crumbling around me,” Leo growled as he crossed his arms. “Maldito Pendejo. He’s probably sucking Jeremy’s ball sweat like nothing ever happened.”
God, what was he doing? Everyone in the auto repair shop was telling him that there was something off with him, and instead of getting better, he was sulking like a fucking loser? Carl could afford to not do anything all day. Carl was rich, while he? He still needed to repair the holes he had punched into the drywall.
He needed to do something. The last thing he wanted was for that thing to appear again. To lure him in with its wonderful, distorted words.
Time to search on the Internet.
///
Leo didn’t believe in voodoo. Then again, he didn’t believe in tulpas or mass hysteria, but the events of two months ago certainly made him reconsider his position on the supernatural. His entire family was now very into praying and doing many a religious praying circle at the slightest hint of witchcraft—the factor they had blamed the entire hysteria incident on.
He couldn’t really criticize them for trying to rationalize it. There were many other things for him to think about—like how his obsession with Chase made a creature that moved with the grace of an animal with all of its bones broken manifest.
Still, he had nothing to lose. Not even his dignity, considering that the manifestation of Chase pretty much dragged his already shaky reputation with his friends through the mud.
I just have to make a representation to the person I want closure, right?
Initially, in a rush caused by too many energy drinks consumed in the early hours of the morning, he made one made out of wood and sticks. Now that he looked at it, however, it barely resembled Chase.
“I can’t half-ass it.” It had to look like Chase. He was probably still not completely ready to let him go, and perhaps doing so in small increments would make the transition easier. Instead of a living Chase replica, a non-living one would be easier and less dangerous to talk to.
And so, Leo began to dedicate his days to building the perfect representation of Chase. Hours spent looking at pictures of otters and stalking Chase’s Facebook page were replaced with nonstop watching Youtube tutorials.
His large paws weren’t really made for precise craftsmanship. For the first few days, his quivering hands resulted in small cuts appearing all over his arms, the stitching ended up causing Chase’s plush to look malformed, and yet another hole was made in the drywall.
In retrospect, doing it by hand was probably one of Leo’s worst ideas yet. Were it not for the fact that his aunt noticed the myriad of cuts on his forearm, he probably would’ve still done it manually. She basically pushed her old sewing machine onto him, and he gratefully took the old appliance.
So, a few days and discarded prototypes later, Leo finally had the stitching necessary for a Chase plush. He was almost proud of himself—even in spite of the melancholy that jabbed his chest every time he glanced at the plush’s face. It was almost like the plush looked back at him with its eternal smile.
That thing… always so happy…
In instinct, he wrapped a small piece of cloth around the plush’s mouth. “It’s just a scarf. Yeah. Nothing bad with that.”
Now, all he needed to do was to put the stuffing inside of the plus… Of course, that would need for him to have the stuffing in the first place.
“Where the hell do I get that?”
///
Be it pity or genuinely morbid curiosity, Chase’s professors gave him some leeway for all of the deadlines hanging over his head once the news of the mass hysteria incident in Echo reached the news.
So, after going to the hospital to check that he didn’t have any wounds, he began to actually write down the report he was supposed to deliver. Without nostalgia and regrets, he found himself working like a machine. Paragraph after paragraph would flood the doc until a page was filled in just a few hours.
He was feeling euphoric. Like everything had gone back to normal—he even rekindled his friendship with Carl and he didn’t feel that guilty about Leo anymore. Things were good—perhaps too good, and he should’ve realized that before he crashed headfirst against the wall of reality.
“Chase, you should cut down on the fast food. I know that you had a shit time in your town, but you’re not looking so hot.”
It was someone he barely knew; a smug fox that definitely uttered his words with a hint of vice that he utterly failed to hide. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but that fact only served to aggravate him even more. It was so short, yet he had been thinking about it for days. How the hell was he supposed not to? It was so personal and unnecessary, but at the same time, revealing about himself.
Chase had to check, of course. Throughout all his life, he had never been anything close to overweight. His swimmer’s build was perfect—the myriad of creepy men that messaged him on gay dating apps was enough proof of that—so to lose it felt like losing a part of himself, a fragment of his identity.
When he stood in front of the full-body mirror, it was like a knife being jabbed into his chest. His figure had morphed softer, less sharp. Seeing curvature around what used to be his completely flat chest was tantamount to gazing into the uncanny valley. It didn’t look right, it didn’t look like him.
For a split second, like the world stopped working, Chase thought that he saw his old self in the mirror’s reflection. Not from when he arrived back in his hometown, but before he even left it in the first place.
When I didn’t even have my goatee… And my eyes…
“Hey, Chas—” Carl’s voice broke through the silence before abruptly stopping.
Chase turned around—his fat tail almost sending the mirror tumbling to the ground. Instinctively, he covers his chest despite the fact that Carl had seen him naked once or twice.
“Carl! I told you to knock—”
“Hey, relax.” The ram closed the door before hopping onto bed—completely ambivalent to the otter’s embarrassment. “It’s not like anyone but me saw you. No need to get so huffy.”
“Well, yeah, but what if someone did?”
“Maybe. It’s not like it happened, though.”
Chase was happy for Carl. He really was. After seeing how much of an emotional wreck the ram was, it was genuinely relieving to see him so carefree. The only problem was that he wasn’t used to Carl not being such an easygoing pushover.
“What are you staring at yourself for?”
“Uh…” His eyes’ glance betrayed him as he looked down at his midsection—and that was the silver bullet that Carl needed to piece things together.
“Oh, are you seriously worried about that? Come on, dude. It’s not like being a little heftier is bad. It happens to everyone.” He teasingly rubs his own stomach—clearly proud of his ability to force the adorable, almost shy side of Chase’s persona out. “Still, if you weren’t showing off your bod in the middle of the day, no one would’ve noticed.”
“Someone did, Carl. People in my class are starting to… stare.”
“Shit. Really?” The ram gently strokes his beard. “Well, don’t listen to them. They’re dicks.”
“Maybe…” He gently lifted up the small pouch he had for a stomach. It was odd feeling something so soft around his body. To feel something squishy on him was so foreign that he was a hard time processing it. “I just hope that it doesn’t get that bad.”
“Hey, you could stand next to me to look thinner.” Carl playfully suggested. “I don’t mind being called out for being big. Just more me to love, right?”
“Right…”
///
After growing so desperate that he took all the stuffing from his pillow for the time being, Leo was relieved to see that his order had arrived. He had been utterly energized for the entire week, just eager to see the Chase plush finally fill up and not look like a sad, deflated balloon.
After opening it up and filling it some more, the Chase doll looked more and more well-rounded. He looked… adorable. Leo held him for a second, unwrapping the scarf just for a second before putting it back on. It was nostalgic, in its own unorthodox and admittedly creepy way.
At least it wasn’t alive. That was a start.
“So, um…” Leo gripped his arms. How should he start? He couldn’t just pretend that it wasn’t Chase. He needed closure, and for it to arrive, he had to make it as authentic as possible.
Maybe it didn’t look enough like Chase. Some touches would do the plush good. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. That was the thought process that his mind followed, gently putting the plush on the sewing table again.
///
“God fucking dammit!”
Chase kept pushing the two ends of his cargo shorts together. He could live with an old promotional Pueblo shirt not fitting him, but his favorite clothes failing him? What the hell was he supposed to do with that information?
Ever since that fox’s comment broke down his recently built-up confidence, he had been adamant about fixing up his diet; completely ditching soda, trying to resist the allure of Carl’s constant offers of going out to eat, and even daring to stop putting milk in his coffee, for as drab as it ended up tasting.
Yet here he was, fatter than he had ever been before. His heart pounded so intensely that he could hear it with his red-tipped ears. At first, Chase prayed that it was simply just a case of the dryer shrinking it accidentally, but he wasn’t stupid enough to delude himself like that. The truth was that by some method he had grown.
It was one thing to form a stomach. He could live with that, and it could be lost with just some months in the gym, but to see that his limbs had somehow thickened up left him paralyzed the first time he noticed. His shirts now hugged his frame more snugly, and the beginning of the muffin top was beginning to form thanks to his belly expanding to his sides now.
“How in the fuck did this happen—motherfucker!” Chase screamed through grit teeth.
Carl tossed and turned on his bed. The otter’s screams woke him up, and despite his best attempts at trying to fall asleep, it was clear that that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
“Dude. It won’t fit. Let me sleep…”
“Not my fault that you chose to take night classes so you can sleep the entire morning!” Chase practically hissed, although the look on Carl’s face immediately plunged a twinge of shame into him. “Sorry. Shit. Fuck. I’m just… fuck.”
“You’re clearly upset at this. Just grab one of my shorts.” Carl suggested. “You can keep them if you want. I’m gonna go shopping for more soon.”
“Your clothes? Come on, Carl. I’m a little chubbier, but it’s not like I’ve gotten that big.”
Carl melodramatically gasped. “Are you saying that I’m fat, Chase? You wound me. How could you say that?” He could barely keep himself from bursting into laughter, his smile quivering and cheeks puffing up.
“Ugh, alright, but don’t expect them to fit!”
Chase would quickly find himself swallowing his words as soon as he passed his legs through the pant holes. He was expecting to be able to wriggle his pants—almost as if he was wearing Leo’s clothes when he used to do that back in high school—only to find the shorts fitting just right against his legs.
“What the fuck?”
That was the last thing Carl needed to be pushed over the edge of laughter. He kicked his legs into the air as he cackled madly, much to Chase’s chagrin.
“Oh, fuck you, man!”
“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that… Oh my god, your face, Chase.”
“Oh, screw you,” Chase muttered. “I’m gonna go to class.”
“Alright, just make sure that you don’t explode, alright?” Carl said—seemingly having taken the hint with Chase’s demeanor—with a gentle tone. “Plus, if someone makes fun of you, fuck ‘em.”
“Uh-huh…”
///
“Just close enough…”
The plush wasn’t soft enough. He had to replicate how soft Chase felt when he had his arms around his petite otter frame. More stuffing. It was needed.
“Just… have to make this… perfect…”
The clock marked two in the morning, yet Leo didn’t focus on that. He had to make sure that his Chase was as close to the real deal.
///
The clock marks two in the morning, and Chase feels like a zombie. His breathing is jagged, uneven, and hoarse. He stumbles down the hall with a drunken-like posture and walking. Everything feels blurry; his surroundings, his sense of smell, his hearing. It’s all a warping, morphing sensory assault on his being.
All from a sudden bout of hunger. From where or how, he didn’t know. It just appeared, like a sickness that strikes when you least expect it. It’s no ordinary craving. His insides are tearing each other apart, aches pulsing through his midsection as they demand sustenance with the ferocity of a starving body.
“What the fuck…” It’s like the incident at the Hendricks’ mansion all over again. Everything around him stops making sense. He’s helpless to do anything but follow on the path of whatever did this t him had set up.
You’re always going in circles…
“Shit, I have to… I’m starving…” Chase places his paw against the wall for support. He limps towards the cafeteria from sheer muscle memory. There’s nothing in his mind other than eating, eating, eating, and more eating. “What the fuck… Who slipped something in my…”
Even outside of Echo… You still can’t escape it.
He can tell that some of the janitors and security guards are giving him some odd looks, but he couldn't care less. As long as he got something to eat, it would all be right. It needed to be alright, because how else was he going to simply exist tomorrow?
Otter… You might have discarded that bracelet, but the wolf’s anchor still holds you down even today.
Chase puts as much money as possible in the vending machine’s slot and sluggishly slams his hand against the keypad. He doesn’t care what he imputed as long as it was edible. He kept pounding at the machine with the grace of a caveman, growling and snarling for each second that he was deprived of food.
As soon as the clump of snacks fell on the pickup box, Chase broke into a sprint and got the hell out of there. With the desperation of hunger gone, the horrible fright of eyes glaring at him starts seeping in. Every doubt, every problem, every fear feels like they simultaneously start raining down on him.
Chase feels like his legs are on fire. Just again—like in the Hendricks Castle—he’s sprinting through his college like a maniac, with the horrible difference being that this time, it’s real.
Sweat seeps into every fiber of his clothing. He feels massive, each step that he takes making him feel like he’s a whale with legs, parading around its hefty body for gawking eyes to see and make fun of.
“Fuck, I need to lose all of this FUCKING WEIGHT!” Chase screams so hard that he can feel his throat dry up as soon as his declaration to the void that was the night sky is done. “FUCK!” He screams again.
Finally, after basically crashing headfirst against the bench near the library, he collapses. His body slides against the bench, and in that brief second of respite, he tears open all the bags he was carrying in his personage. He greedily grabs handfuls of everything and shoves it in his mouth—no matter how odd and undignified the combination in his hands was.
For the seconds when his mouth was filled with food, the chill that coarse through all of his body halted. An overwhelming, all-consuming sensation of serenity washes over him with each chew. His body stops shaking, and his heart starts beating normally once again.
“God… What the hell happened?” Chase asked himself as he bit half of a jumbo chocolate bar with one single motion.
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He had it all wrong. How could he have been so foolish? Leo paced back and forth, looking at Chase plush. The clothes were the wrong color, the goatee was made of the wrong material, and worst of all, it was too small.
No, it was time to start from scratch again. Even if it meant only getting three hours of sleep per day, he would make the perfect Chase voodoo doll. It was worth it—because, after this, he would be done with Chase, so why not make sure that the process went as perfectly as possible?
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Chase keeps pulling his shorts up—although they’re still technically Carl’s, with how he keeps soaking them with his sweat and otter musk, he was sure that the ram wouldn’t want them back any time soon.
By now, he had completely given up on losing weight. The hunger was too much. He was a helpless victim to his own desires to grow, and by now, he knew that it was easier to go along with the flow instead of trying to push down those intense desires.
His Pueblo University XL shirt barely managed to cover his stomach. It wasn’t just a pouch anymore, it was a full-on belly. From his belly button to the rest downward, it was exposed to everyone. Chase was pretty much completely numb to the comments. He didn’t have time to worry about what other people thought with his stomach demanding to have its second lunch for today.
“Sooo, uh, dude. What do you want?”
Carl was the only one that wasn’t giving him a hard time about it. Maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to approach the topic, or perhaps the ram saw himself in him. Whatever the case, Chase wasn’t interested in knowing. He just wanted to bask in the small comfort of having someone help him indulge in his uncontrollable desires.
“Just… Anything. I have classes in two hours.” After complaints about his excessive sweating and the natural scent that he emitted, he was moved to online classes for everyone’s—including his—benefits.
“Yeah, of course, dude. You want one or two burgers?”
“Three,” Chase mumbled.
Carl seemingly stops for a second—eyes wide—to make sure that he heard Chase correctly. However, despite the expression on his face displaying nothing but shock, he doesn’t say anything too noteworthy. “Sure.” He shakily says. “Coming right up, bud.”
Chase breathed easily, rubbing his stomach as he staved off his hunger for a few minutes with a family-sized box of chips that was yet another courtesy of Carl.
“Thank you…” He says.
///
“Perfect, perfect!” Leo rubs his face against the stomach of the Chase plush. By now, it’s the size of the beanbag in the corner of his room, and he couldn’t be happier. He is so close to getting done with this project, but there are small imperfections. Chase must be perfect. “Just a little bit more… And then…”
I’m so hungry, Leo…
///
“I’m so hungry, Carl…”
Carl chuckles, seemingly having gotten used to his and Chases’s odd relationship. While he was admittedly worried about the otter’s health, he couldn’t deny that the newfound intimacy between the two was nice.
Chase sat on his bed—which had to be reinforced after he broke it with his gargantuan frame—with nothing to cover his body but a pair of blue boxers with an elastic band. The last time that he stepped on a scale, it read out four hundred and fifty pounds. Of course, Carl was the one that had to check since Chase couldn’t see anything with his massive gut standing in the way.
“Of course. Five burgers coming up for my best friend!” He said with a smile.
///
“So close, to close…” Leo’s mouth hung open and drool dribbled from his tongue to his bed. “You’ll be perfect soon, Chase…”
The doll’s stomach was clearly somewhat torn from the constant ‘adjustments’ Leo had been making on it nonstop. He was on the cusp of perfection. He was finally going to find happiness as soon as he molded this Chase plush into the perfect recreation
Leo… I need to grow bigger…
“I know, I know,” Leo said with an overly stretched smile. “You’ll be… the biggest…”
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thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her
This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on
warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)
No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.
It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.
“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”
“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”
“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“
“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”
Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.
And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.
You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.
In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.
“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“
“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”
“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.
His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”
“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”
He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”
You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”
“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.
He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”
And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.
He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.
“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”
Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.
#eren smut#eren jaeger x you#eren yaeger headcanons#eren yeager smut#eren jaeger smut#eren x reader#eren x you#eren headcanons#aot smut#snk amut#attack on titan smut
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Too Far
pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)
warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else
word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)
summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.
a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)
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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.
You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late?
You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg?
It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.
You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”
As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”
“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"
A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.
He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.
You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.
"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"
"N-no. I snuck out."
"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.
"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.
"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."
"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."
It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.
You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.
You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.
Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.
You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.
Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.
"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.
"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.
You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"
He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."
You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"
"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."
You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"
"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."
"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.
To your surprise, he shook his head.
"That's not what I need your help with."
"Oh," was all you could say.
"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."
You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."
Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.
Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"
"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."
You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.
"Dude, he-"
"I heard all of it. I understand."
"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"
"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.
As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."
"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.
You thought about it, nodding.
"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."
You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.
"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.
"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.
You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.
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"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"
Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.
You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.
"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."
Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.
"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.
"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."
"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."
"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."
Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.
You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.
Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.
"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.
"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.
"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.
Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.
"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.
Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.
"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."
"I won't, I promise."
You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.
Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.
"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.
"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.
"Yeah."
"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.
You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.
You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.
You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.
"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.
"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.
"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.
"For what?"
"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"
"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.
"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Anytime."
"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.
"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.
Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.
You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.
He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.
"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.
"I dunno, you tell me."
You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.
"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."
Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."
"Shut up!" You laughed.
He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.
As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.
Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.
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Apt 10 B | Part Two
Series pairings: steve x reader, Bucky x reader, stucky x reader (eventual)
Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, swearing, no Bucky in this part (yes, that is a warning), eventual smut (not in this part) 18+ Minors DNI
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Hey friends! Here is part two of Apt 10 B! This part is very much Steve focused, we don't see any of Bucky (sorry to my Bucky stans, but he will be in the next part).
Thank you for all the love on Part One I appreciate it and I adore you all. 🥺💕
“So you’re moving in with some random guy you met off the internet? Real classy, Y/n.” Your ex, Justin, sneered as you taped up the last of your boxes. “Did you have to just fuck him or suck his dick to let you into Stark Towers.”
The funny part about all of this was that Justin wasn’t even that upset that you were moving into Steve’s apartment per se, it was the fact that his apartment was in Stark Towers. It brought you immense joy that you were now living in the apartment complex that Just had been trying for years to get into but his application was always denied.
“Grow up, Justin. It’s a job and a place to stay, nothing more.” You snapped, lifting the box and setting it on top of the others. You turned around, hands on your hips, and took in the man that you would have jumped through fire for once upon a time. But the sweet, charming man that was once your Prince Charming now looked like a jealous, vindictive ass. Justin was glaring right back at you, his green eyes showing no sign of the love you used to share.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well I found it hard to believe that you were screwing your secretary, but I got over it. You will too.”
Justin scoffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so stiff in bed I wouldn’t have had to go and fuck Stacey.”
Your mouth fell open and your strong defense dropped as Justin’s words penetrated your bones and for a moment his own scowl faded but as soon as it disappeared it was back.
“Fuck. You.” You pushed out through gritted teeth. Shoving past him, you walked into the living room, your chest heaving and your eyes burning with unshed tears.
You knew that yours and Justin’s sex life wasn’t hot and spicy like what you’ve read about in books and in Cosmo but it wasn’t terrible. No matter how much you tried to not get into your head during sex, your mind always seemed to wander.
Do I look hot from this angle?
Does it feel good for him?
Should I go up and down or side to side?
You always tried to make it better for Justin but he never seemed to return the favor.
“Prick.” You grumbled. You took inventory of the room and couldn’t help the pang in your chest. Yes, Justin was an asshole and there was definitely love lost between the two of you, but seeing your once shared living room now devoid of any remnants of you had you feeling sad.
It was Thursday night and most of your belongings were in the storage unit that Justin’s downstairs neighbor, Cora, offered you. You had become pretty good friends with Cora over the year and half that you and Justin lived together, chit chatting in the mail room or gossiping in the elevator. She was a feisty sixty year old woman who had no problem telling you that she thought Justin was a good for nothing, floppy haired, loser and that you would be better off without him.
She was the best.
The rest of your stuff was everything that you were bringing to Steve’s in the morning. It wasn’t much; just most of your clothes and personal belongings that you didn’t want stuck in the storage unit for the next three months.
“Listen,” you spun around as Justin walked towards you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweats. He gave you classic head tilt and lip pout.
Manipulative asshole
“I’m sorry.”
“Whatever, Justin. Just leave me alone. We have ten more hours stuck in this apartment, let’s not make it more awkward than it already is.” You pinned him with a look and a sense of achievement washed over you when he shrunk back.
He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the jingling of keys and the front door pushing open. That same sorry look from your bedroom formed on his face again as Stacey the Secretary flounced into the apartment like she lived there; which judging by the two suitcases she lugged behind her you got the idea that she did.
“Are you kidding me?” You spun back around on your dirtbag ex. “Are you fucking kidding me, Justin?”
Justin gave a pathetic shrug. “It’s one night.”
You had never been in a fight in your life and honestly never really felt the need to get into a fight, but right now, in this moment, you were ready to throw down.
“I can’t believe you. You really hate me so much that you are going to make me stay in this place with you and the whore that you cheated on me with?” You seethed.
“Y/n…” He trailed off just as Stacey let out an indignant whine at your choice of words for her. “She needed a place to stay.”
“I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes. Pulling out your phone you didn’t even hesitate to call Steve. You shot one last look at Justin before heading back into your old room, slamming the door behind you.
“Pick up. Pick up. Pic-” You were cut off as Steve’s hoarse voice answered.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Your walls crumbled at his concerned tone.
“No.” You barely whispered. “Can I...can I come tonight? Justin is-”
“Of course, sweetheart. I can come to you and help you get your stuff.”
“I can take the bus.” You sniffed, but both you and Steve knew that you wouldn’t be able to carry all of your stuff yourself and manage it on the bus.
“Text me your address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Steve said firmly. He was quiet for a moment and you could hear his breathing grow shallower and his voice came out more fierce. “Did he put his hands on you?”
You were stunned by how utterly terrifying he sounded right then. “No, no he’s just being an ass and I can’t spend another minute here with him.”
“I’ll be there soon.” Steve responded after a relieved breath left his mouth. You hung up and quickly sent him the address.
You quickly did one last check of your things, trying to ignore the faint whispers of Justin and Stacey in the other room. Less than twenty minutes later you heard Stacey let out a small shriek at the pounding on the front door.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” You rushed out of the room to see Steve holding Justin by the collar of his shirt. Justin’s toes were barely brushing the ground as Steve brought him up so they were eye level. “How dare-”
“Steve!” His head snapped towards you and Justin immediately fell to the ground as Steve let him go. You barely noticed Stacey rushing towards your ex as Steve’s staggered breath evened out as he stepped over them and over to you.
“Where’s your stuff?”
You tilted your heads towards the bedroom and Steve placed a firm hand on your back and guided you towards it. Silently, he lifted the boxes that you had easily into his arms and waited as you grabbed your tote and suitcase. With a powerful stride he walked back to the living room and cast Justin and Stacey one last glare before holding the door open for you and letting you leave the apartment for the final time.
The elevator ride was quiet and so was putting your stuff in the car and for a brief moment you thought that maybe Steve was also mad at you. Mad that you pulled him away from his last night at home for your petty boyfriend drama.
“I’m sorry.” You asked at the same time he asked, “Are you alright?”
“Why are you sorry, sweetheart?” Steve turned the car on but made no move to change gears and get going.
“I just...you seem a little irritated. I’m sorry to drag you out so late. I know you leave tomorrow.” You refused to look at him as you twisted the hem of your hoodie between your fingers. Strong hands covered yours and you brought your eyes up to Steve’s.
“I’m irritated with that douchebag. Not you. I’m sorry that you have to go through all of this.” He said sincerely. Finally, he put the car in drive and started the way towards his place. You didn’t say anything after that, instead watching how the city moved past you from the passenger side window and trying hard to not let all of the emotion of the night get to you.
Justin didn’t deserve anymore of your tears and you were too proud to give him any, but when Steve’s fingers intertwined with yours you let out a shaky breath and let one tear fall.
Wordlessly, you and Steve brought your things up to his apartment. Like he was able to sense the tension, Dodger greeted you with a less enthusiastic welcome and instead just rubbed his head against the back of your thigh before going back and laying down.
“There’s fresh sheets in the guest room and towels and everything in the guest bath.” Steve covered his mouth, trying to hide the yawn that escaped.
“Thank you, Steve. Seriously.” You scratched the back of your neck nervously. “You’ve done so much for me in such a short amount of time, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
Steve didn’t hesitate to pull you in close, your cheek now pushed against his broad chest. You paused for the barest moment before letting yourself relax into his embrace.
“Stop apologizing, sweetheart.” He ran his hands up and down your back in a comforting motion. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
You tilted your head up to see him looking down at you, his eyes tired but warm and his lips curved into a small smile.
His lips are perfect
Maybe it was the emotion of this past week or maybe it was the way you pressed against his body, but you felt yourself reach up on your tiptoes; your lips reaching for his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you were less than an inch away from him when you felt him tilt back.
It was like a bucket of ice cold water flushed through your veins. You all but threw yourself out of Steve’s arms.
What the hell were you thinking?
Oh my god, he probably thinks I’m some creep.
What the fuck was that?
“Oh my god.” You said out loud, your hands running over your face as you could feel the embarrassment flush your body. “Oh my god.”
“Sweetheart, stop. It’s fine.” Steve’s voice was strained as he took a step towards you but you took one back. You couldn’t even look at him right now.
“I’m going to go shower.” You said to the ground. Without sparing him one more glance you started towards the bathroom when his hand covered yours and halted your movements. You didn’t turn around and he didn't say anything for several seconds. Tugging slightly at your hand, you tried to pull yourself loose but Steve’s hand just gripped yours tighter.
“Not like this, Y/n.”
You didn’t know what he meant and you sure as hell weren’t going to stand here any longer to figure it out. With one last sharp tug, you freed your hand; the burn of his stare burning holes into your back until you reached the bathroom.
You paused by the door, your mind unable to stop your eyes from looking back at him. He stood in the same spot, jaw clenched, brows furrowed and eyes staring at you with a look of…
Longing?
Frustration?
Confusion?
It was hard to tell.
He let out a breath and his head tilted slightly and good lord if it wasn’t the most adorable and sexy thing you had ever seen. Slowly closing the door, you let your forehead rest against the wood after it shut, your own feelings of longing, frustration and confusion wash over you.
It’s just been a day. That’s all. You tried to tell yourself after you rinsed off and finished your night routine. But as you fell asleep you couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if Steve didn’t pull away.
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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it
Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech
George: See also, esteemed bastards
Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.
Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws
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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors
Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum
Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same
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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)
Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods
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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons
Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout
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Bad:You’re enough
Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.
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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work
Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone
Bad: wait for you to get back
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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in
Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch
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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish
Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep
Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall
Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.
Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.
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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out
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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore
Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!
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Skeppy: Are you ok?
Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like
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Sam: My hands are cold
Ponk: *holds their hands*
Ponk: better?
Sam: My lips are cold too
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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?
Sapnap: of course *leaves*
George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.
Dream: yeah no shit
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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.
Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?
Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.
Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you
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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.
Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.
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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*
Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate
Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*
Skeppy: No!
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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know
Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!
Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?
Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!
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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you
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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?
Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)
Wilbur: that’s a turtle
Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?
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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it
Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended
Ranboo: No
Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer
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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.
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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?
Bad: Sex.
Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.
Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.
Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.
Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?
Ant: Food.
Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?
Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.
Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?
Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.
Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.
Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!
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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.
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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?
Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.
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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.
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Tommy: You’re pathetic!
Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!
Techno: You’re both losers.
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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.
Skeppy: Bad, please!
Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?
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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?
Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.
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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.
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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.
Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!
Bad: LANGUAGE!!
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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.
Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!
Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*
Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!
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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.
Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.
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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.
Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.
Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*
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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*
Puffy: Where did you get that?.
Bad: My pocket.
Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?
Bad: Skills.
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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.
Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.
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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-
Quackity: Spiders?
Bad: Spiders it is then.
Quackity: No, that wasn’t-
*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…
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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.
Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.
Punz : Break her bed not her heart.
Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.
Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.
Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.
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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!
Tommy: Bet you I can!
Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*
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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?
Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!
Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.
Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!
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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!
Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!
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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.
Pummel party Squad: …
Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.
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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?
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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?
Phil:
Phil: Why are you eating dirt?
Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.
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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.
Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.
Tubbo: You don’t even know.
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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?
Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!
Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!
Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.
Skeppy: WAIT NO!
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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?
Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.
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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.
Bad: Good, because I hate you
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Bad: Are you a painting?
Skeppy: What-?
Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.
Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-
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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?
Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”
Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.
Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-
Tommy: I earned this, back off!
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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-
George: Finally! You’re proposing!
Dream: How’d you know?
George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
George: I even picked it up once
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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*
Bad: Aw. :(
Skeppy: You know what they say.
Bad: Please don’t-
Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*
Bad: Frick-
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let me know if ya’ll want more <3
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HELLO, DEAR!
Undertaker here! How are you today?
I was thinking the other day and I remembered an idea of mine I requested some time ago to another blog and I wanted to see your point of view as well, if you're comfortable with it ofc! I'll change it a bit because I have more ideas about it than before.
What if, hear me out, Obey me!MC was Sukuna's vessel??
I was thinking about a Female!MC but if you want you can keep them gender neutral (I don't mind!). So let's get into it, shall we?
Some facts about MC before the Devildom:
- They've already eaten all Sukuna's fingers
-But they are able to keep him calm inside themselves because over the year they've been together, MC decided to approach him more (Ya know if you have to die with/for someone, at least know them better)
-Sukuna took a liking to the MC, even though he would never admit it. (I mean- They always visit him in his domain to talk to him, read together, play cards (yes. You heard me. The king of curses loves Poker and UNO) or chess, they always ask him where would he like to go eat something, offer him some of their food to let him try new things, ect. Sometimes, but only SOMETIMES, they let him take control (not fully but they both can talk from the same mouth and he has control over one side, while MC has control over the other one))
- Having said that, Sukuna's still a stinky sassy bastard King. He's still rude, acts like he doesn't care about them and always finds a way to let them down when they're too happy. If they're sad though, he doesn't hurt them more. Sometimes MC even asks him advice whenever they're in doubt and after his bulling he actually gives pretty good advice (if you consider extreme violence a good advice that is)
Anyway, MC was going to get executed when suddenly they fell into Devildom. Their file didn't mention Sukuna at all and MC noticed that because when they arrived covered in talismans and chains the demons were confused about it. So, they kept the King a secret until lesson 16.
After Belphegor's crushing hug, while MC (the one from the original timeline) is in Mammon's arm, before Barbatos Thanoses the other timeline, Sukuna heals them and takes fully control of their body (the tattoos, the fangs, the long black claws, the other pairs of eyes and arms appear).
Now, HOW would the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos react?
If it is too much or I did something wrong, feel free to ignore this! It's okay! Love you and have a good day!
OH MY GOD ?? THIS IS FANTASTIC THANK YOU OMG !
(i think i'm gonna do it hc style for the individual characters feelings but also some dialogue n stuff and each hc thing for each character is written as like in the game like they all like MC except belphie for obvious reasons)
tags: swearing, lesson uhhh smth spoilers ?? i think like 16 ?? (lmk if i need to tag anything else)
also hi ‘taker🥺🥺 i’m good today,, had a bit of a rough morning but i got to see my partner so i feel better !! how are you ? :D
and without further ado..
MC who is Sukuna's Vessel
- hold up
- hold the fuck up
- it was confusing enough when there were two MCs and one of them was near death in mammon's arms
- but now the injured MC gets healed and comes back to life ? but has another set of arms and eyes and is covered in strange tattoos ?
- then the other MC disappears ?
- when the demon MC starts talking, their voice is different and what-
--
"What the fuck did you to do MC?" Sukuna hastily spits out, checking the body for any other injuries. MC's voice is back and talking out of the same mouth.
"Sukuna, stand down," MC says.
"But he almost killed you ! Without me we wouldn't be standing here right now !" Sukuna argues back.
"I'm aware of that, but we have to be civil about this and talk to them," MC responds sternly.
"Then I want to be present for it. I'm not letting anything happen to you- I mean me. Yes me because I die if you die and I'm too godly to die," Sukuna rambles out before retracting the other set of arms but leaving the tattoos. He opens one of the eyes and forms a mouth on MC's right cheek to watch and participate in the conversation.
All the brothers and Divolo looked stunned at the scene that just happened.
"Questions ?" MC jokingly asks.
--
Lucifer -
- what ?
- questions ? is MC joking ?
- who the fuck is talking out of MCs body and what jurisdiction does he have
- isnt MC supposed to be human ??
- what does this mean for their relationship ?
- why did MC keep it from him ?
- he looks at dia and barbatos with the most confused face
- looks back at MC equally confused
- def hurts his pride that he didn't know
--
"Explain"
Lucifer's confusion turns to anger because that's the only way he knows how to cope/react to this.
Sukuna starts talking.
"Show a little more respect. I'm a king after all."
"Don't be an ass," MC shoots back. MC looks at Lucifer a little embarrassed.
"Uh, so this is Sukuna. He's the king of curses ? We kind of share a body because... uhh... it's a very long story but i mean the gist of it is I ate his thousand year old fingers ? There was 20 of them because he had two sets of arms like you saw before- it was very gross- but i had to because of the energy they posses ? When you brought me here and I was covered in seals and chains, was when I was about to be executed because I have all of Sukuna in me. So,, he can do stuff like heal my body and give me cool powers ? I don't really know what else to say." MC rambles using awkward hand motions and finishes by scratching the back of their head.
"Way to make me sound like a total fucking loser," Sukuna glares at MC.
"For the love of god stop talking-" MC shoots back.
--
Mammon
- huh ? someone has been sharing a body with his MC the whole time ?
- were they present the whole time ?
- did they see him acting like an idiot in love ?
- was sukuna there during e v e r y conversation he's ever had w them
- never felt more insecure and betrayed tbh
- why wouldn't you tell him ? he was your first
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- wants you all to himself
- doesn't want to share you with some four armed idiot
--
"So he's just, there all the time ?" Mammon asks.
"Not really? He has a headspace and he usually just chills in there but he can watch what's going on if he wants to." MC responds.
"That makes me sound lazy," Sukuna complains.
"Well if you don't like how I describe you then maybe you can talk about yourself. You're very good at it," MC smirks.
"Fine. I can do whatever I want. We can trade who has control over MC's body. I have a large supply of cursed energy and will beat the shit out of the next person who touches MC," Sukuna glares at Belphie.
"Yeah beat them in poker maybe. But not mariokart. You suck at video games in the headspace," MC laughs.
--
Leviathan
- was that how MC was so good at video games ?
- because they spent hours on end with this guy in their head playing video games ?
- why didn't MC come to him to play games ?
- why is MC okay with sharing a body with Sukuna ?
- why can he be the one to share a body with MC ?
- why was MC playing video games with literally anyone else ?
--
"So let me get this straight, you are his fingers and now you share a body ? How does that even work ? That sounds like something out of the manga 'My best friend ate some ancient object and now shares a body with an immortal warrior'" Levi questions MC.
"Okay so, Sukuna lived a really long time ago. When he died, the only thing that survived were his fingers. They each hold an incredible amount of cursed energy and it's only his fingers so from there you can imagine how powerful he was with the rest of his body," MC explains.
"Okay but that doesn't tell me why you ate the fingers ?" Levi raises an eyebrow.
"Oh. So I went to a high school for Jujutsu sorcerers, which are people who can manipulate cursed energy, and once I ate the first one to save my friend from dying, my choices were to die now or eat all of Sukuna and then be executed because he would die with me," MC says as if them dying was nothing.
--
Satan
- why has he never heard about Sukuna in any of the books he's read ?
- he historically doesn't exist in anything the devildom has book-wise
- so who is he ?
- needs to find out everything he can about him
- is there a way to separate MC and Sukuna ?
- his blood is boiling at the thought of MC sharing a body with someone
--
"So you've basically had super human powers this entire time and elected to not tell us ?" Satan glares at MC.
"Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad. I just didn't want you all to meet Sukuna because he has a lot of anger issues and is quite an asshole and I was trying to avoid this entire conversation that is happening," MC sighs.
"Rude," Sukuna says.
"Anger issues. You think we couldn't deal with this ? Are you serious right now ?" Satan asks.
MC shrugs their shoulders nervously.
"How much do you actually know about what sharing a body with him does to you ?" Satan asks while looking at the small mouth and glaring.
"I mean, I get these marks because he had them when he was alive. He was also so powerful to the point he had four arms and another set of eyes, like you saw before. I get those when he takes over mostly, but I can kee him restrained. But the eye thing is why I've always had slits under my eyes because the eyes are the most common thing to show up. The arms don't really. But it's entirely painless so don't worry," MC somewhat calmly explains.
--
Asmodeus
- those marks make MC look so good wtf-
- not the time
- so this Sukuna person lived a thousand years ago ?
- what was this about jujutsu sorcery ?
- what even is that ?
- asmos not the brightest on the block but from the looks on his brothers faces none of them know what the fuck MC is talking about either.
- they've explained a little bit of it b there's still some missing info
- what is sharing a body really like
- how much of MCs body can change to be like Sukunas ?
--
"So how much of your body can he control ? What can he heal ? Could he bring you back from the dead ?" Asmo curiously asks.
"He can't control much because it's my body and I have a lot of raw power by myself. I don't know if he can bring us back from the dead. I don't think so though or else the Jujutsu school wouldn't have tried to execute me. He used to be able to bring us back when I hadn't eaten all of his fingers, but now I don't think he can," MC explains.
"So why do you let him live in your body if he can't do much for you ?" Asmo questions.
"Well one, I don't think there's a way to get him out-"
"I'm still here you know," Sukuna interrupts.
"You've made that clear," MC says before continuing, "And two he can do stuff for me. It's like a symbiotic relationship. I give him a host and he protects me."
--
Beelzebub
- protects MC ?
- that's his job
- why is someone else protecting MC ?
- overall confusion
- even tho MC has gone over it multiple times, he doesn't get how or why Sukuna is in MC's body
- maybe it's the shock
. was this why MC could challenge him to armwrestling and almost win ?
--
"So how long has he been in you ?" Beel asks.
"About a year," MC responds.
"Can he make you live longer aside from healing you ?" Beel asks hopefully.
"I'm sorry, I don't think so..." MC says while looking at the ground. They cross their arms. They look small, as if they aren't small enough compared to him already.
"So, what does this mean ? Now that your secret is out... are you going to stay in the devildom with us ? Or do you have to leave ?"
" If I leave I'll surely be executed when I go back to the human world. If I stay I don't know what will happen to me, but it's not up to me. It's up to you guys if you want me to stay. I understand if you want me to go, I was harboring a big secret and it's probably unnerving to know that you're never truly alone with me, but Sukuna actually cares about my boundaries even though he acts like he doesn't. There are some pluses and there are some drawbacks but ultimately you have to decide." MC responds, looking from brother to brother then at Dia and Barbatos
--
Belphie
- MC ? dead if you back to the human world ? doesn't bother him
- he doesn't care
- he hasn't known MC long enough to care
- diavolo may have told everyone that MC was a descendant of human Lilith and he told everyone the events that actually happened, but why should he have any attachment to MC
- MC isnt Lilith, and MC sure as hell doesn't like him after the events that happened today
- from what he's heard, MC dying would be good for the human world
--
"I say send MC back. What happens to them isnt our problem any more," Belphie says while under his magical restraints Diavolo put on him.
"Of course you would say that," Satan glares at him.
"Shut up Belphie !!" Mammon and Levi yell.
"You don't have any right to an opinion in this matter." Lucifer states.
"Belphie that's mean," Asmo says.
Beel frowns.
"I vote they stay. I like MC regardless, and if all I have to do is adjust to Sukuna then I'll do it," Beel says while looking Belphie dead in the eye.
There's a beat of silence.
"Me too," Mammon says.
"Hey ! I was going to say that !" Levi protests.
"Oooh~ Count me in !" Asmo says with a smile.
"I also think they should stay," Satan says and looks at MC.
"My personal preference is also that they stay, but Lord Diavolo it's up to you," Lucifer says and looks at Dia.
--
Diavolo
- he knew there was something off, but couldnt place his finger on it
- he also constantly got a powerful vibe from MC and this explains it
- he was very fond of MC and enjoyed their presence
- he knew what he was going to do
--
"Barbatos, what do you think ?" Dia asks him.
"The decision is up to you m'lord," Barbatos responds.
"Well Id also like the input of my trusty all knowing butler," Diavolo laughs.
"Then, I see no reason to send them back to the human world. They can live out their lives here and safe from the school that wants to execute them. It also wouldn't be an issue to get anyone from the human world here if MC so desired," Barbatos replied.
"Then it's settled ! Welcome to the devildom for the rest of your life MC!!" Diavolo smiled and welcomed MC with open arms.
MC smiled and accepted the hug.
--
Barbatos
- he didn't know all along, but he know when the timelines crossed and he had to erase the other
- MC was very near and dear to his heart though and he wasnt about to let them be killed
- just wants to keep MC safe
--
I HOPE I DID A GOOD JOB AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST REMEMBER TO FRINK SOME WATER ILY TAKER <3
- mars :)
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in your eyes | m
pairing: jungkook x female reader!
genre: smut, fluff, angst, college au, fratboy jk! ex-fuckboy jk! bookworm reader! friends to lovers!
warnings: language, insecurity, drinking, dom jungkook! fingering in public, exhibitionism, female masturbation, grinding, oral (m), dirty talk, light choking, degrading (slut/whore), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (both are clean but stay safe), bathroom sex, riding, pinning.
word count: 10.6k+
synopsis: jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance🥺
↳ a/n: first time i ever write a fic or smut please enjoy🤧
You were only sixteen when you met him. He stepped into the classroom in all dark baggy clothes in an uneasy walk. At first glance you would of thought he was a timid person. Wrong, under all of that bullshit you see an egoistic and self-assured asshole that you're somehow happy to call your friend. You even learned that it was facade. Jungkook was a boy with a good heart who always remained loyal to all of his friends.
Jungkook just turned seventeen when he met you, noticing you straight away when you had a nice sense of fashion. You always had on an accessory that matched with the color of your shirt or jeans. You also always wore a bit of bright colors in your outfits. The bright unique makeup is what caught his attention too. He was proud to call you his friend.
When you both happily entered the same college along with your best friend Hayoon, everything changed. He began hanging out with a new group of friends, they were all older than them and deeply influenced him. He joined a fraternity then and began spending less time with you. He only came over to study or celebrate your birthday. His busyness merely reminded you how he preferred to spend his time hooking up with random girls every week rather than play board games with you or rant to him about your new book you were reading.
You don't exactly remember when he started but you do remember all the girls that talked about how amazing he was in bed which solely added more uncertainty on you. You even walked in on him and a freshman girl going at it in one of the sorority’s room at a party you were both attending.
The memory of when he started crushing on you was foggy to you but he always remembered it in a flash. It was when he had a taekwondo match, where circumstantially Jungkook's girlfriend, who wasn't really his girlfriend, at the time couldn't make it. His hopes were put down by the thought of someone not supporting him, since he always tried his best with his own cheerleader being there.
In the middle of the match, his eyes scanned the bleachers, wishing for someone to be there. His wishes were granted as he saw you there. Standing awkwardly, you gave him a little wave with a smile. His chest heaved in glee, sending you a quick smile before he returned to his match.
The sound of you screaming his name when he won, put a enormous smile on his face. Jungkook watched you run down the bleachers, apologizing to all the people you were bumping through. You leaped into his arms easily.
Your next words to him were a blur since Jungkook was too focused on just having you in his arms. He was grinning happily at you, hair sticking to his forehead. His heart heaved with warmth as you hugged him tightly.
He was twenty-one and you were twenty when he realized he had a crush on you.
You were seventeen when you realized you liked him.
But you were nineteen when you realized you would never be good enough for him.
"He then had the audacity to ask me if I slept with anyone else! The nerve of that guy," you felt like your ear was going to bleed out just by listening to your best friend blabber about her ex-boyfriend.
"Why don't you just stop talking to him? I don't know...block his number or something?" you suggested, very uninterested in this conversation about her ex-boyfriend contacting her. She could simply just block him out her life and be done with him.
You stared at the worn out rubber of the tip of your black converse. She popped the gum in her mouth, the sound became annoying to you. Hayoon squinted her eyes at you, trying to find something to say to argue back to you. She instead changed the subject. "Where were you on Saturday?"
"Studying like the rest of the students here," you moved to rest your weight onto your right leg. "I just can't seem to understand how finals are coming up and some people are out here partying? The library was packed when I got there."
"Yeah well I wouldn't know because I didn't go," she grinned at you. "Instead I went to a party because I'm not a loser like you!" Hayoon giggled to herself and you rolled your eyes. "Also," she popped the gum loudly. "Jungkook was asking for you. Calling for his dream girl. . .or something like that—I don't know can't remember—too drunk you know?"
Your ears perked up to that. "Really?" you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear that got in the way and leaned forward. "Did you remember why he was looking for me?"
Hayoon grinned again. "Even if I do know why would you care? Don't you hate him or something?" she smiled evilly and threw her head back.
You froze and leaned back to your seat. You know what she was trying to do and it was never going to happen.
You were never going to give Jeon Jungkook a chance.
Jungkook stumbled into the library, eyes searching for you immediately. There was nearly a crowd of students that were preparing for finals. "Hey have you guys seen Y/N?" he asked a study group. A girl in your class answered him, telling him that you were somewhere by the windows.
Of course you were, he thought to himself. You would be seated at your usual spot. He walked over to the windows and spotted you straight away. Watching your figure become closer as he walked further, he took the sandwich out of his bag. "Hey Y/N!" you already knew that voice. You looked up at Jungkook. As usual he looked drop-dead gorgeous. He wore his usual dark baggy outfit, a black cargo jogger and a much darker hoodie with some black combat boots. He was showing off his helix piercing and his fresh new haircut.
"Nice haircut," you referred to his undercut and the fact that he was showing forehead. "Seems like you spent a lot of time on it."
"Yeah! Just for you," he smiled, his cheeks being pushed up. You let out a heavy sigh, clearly not in the mood for his flirtatiousness. "Got you a sandwich, by the way," he laid it in front of you.
You let out a small smile and took it from him, trying not to show how your mouth got watery so quickly. "Thanks, you didn't have to though," he shook his head.
"I don't want you starving to death," he sat down next to you, shoulder pressing against yours. "What are you studying for?" his nose nuzzled your ear. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away, ignoring the goosebumps his warm breath caused.
"Just getting my notes ready. Wanna highlight or color code it but feel like it's going to fuck up everything. Also don't wanna be those fucking girls that always have to make their fucking notes pretty. Also, do I look tired?" he studied your face for any features that made you seem exhausted. "I was up till two in morning watching these two Indian guys build a pool."
His eyes lit up. "Oh my god, I come across from those too."
"I know they came up all over my fucking Youtube recommendations. I got sucked into binge watching them. It makes me feel fucking lazy to be honest, the amount of fucking water they carry back and forth. I wouldn’t be able to do that.”
Jungkook snickered and made a note of how much you swore. "I need to make a swear jar for you. You swear too much."
"Not even," you laughed back at him and nudged his shoulder. "I'm just a little frustrated and stressed right now," his gaze dropped on the purple pins in your hair, holding each side of your hair. "I called my mom and she said to not stress over this, but you know how I get," you frowned and turned to him. He finally took in your appearance. Your bright purple eyeshadow with purple gems adorning the top of it. You wore a purple flare pants and a white long sleeved, deep v-line crop top. His eyes dropped down to your cleavage, trying to see if you had a bra on.
"Holy shit Y/N!" the students around him shushed him. He burned up and muttered a sorry to them, you giggled at how embarrassed he looked. "You look amazing. What's the special occasion?"
"Nothing," you shook your head, a smile still on your face. "Can't I dress up once in awhile?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, knowing that you normally only wear outfits like this when they’re new or it’s the first week of school. "Okay," you dragged your word out. "I got this outfit last week and really wanted to use it today. It's cute right?"
"Yeah, really cute," he toyed with your hair pins, messing up your hair.
Neglecting his comment, you carried on. "I even got up in early in the morning to do my makeup. If I'm gonna show up wearing a new outfit, I might as well have a cute ass face to go with it," you frowned when you remembered something. "And I realized I don't have different color hair pins, they're all purple so thank fuck the fucking pants are purple."
"Well I think you look very cute, Y/N. Boop!" he poked your nose gently. You swatted his hand away, warning him to stop but all you're given is a large bunny smile. "Come on, eat your sandwich. I didn't just come all the way over here searching for you just to talk to you."
"Actually you did bitch."
"Oof, swear jar," he rested his palm out in front you. You took a bite out of the sandwich, placing a quarter on his palm. "No a dollar, Y/N."
"No! What the fuck—wait!" he held out his palm again. "That's not fucki—hold up, you can't just say a dollar," you whined and grabbed your bag. "I don't have money growing out of my ass."
"I don't know that yet. I'm gonna have to check to make sure," you threw a dollar at him. He laughed and picked it up.
"I know your kind," you spatted at him and tossed the other two dollars at him which he easily caught. "Wanna drain my f-freaking bank account."
"Oh come on, I want you to be my sugar mama," he jested, leaning forward to give you a huge smug.
"Sucks to be you actually. I'm looking to be a sugar baby, not a sugar mama," you glanced over your shoulder towards him. His laugh echoed and you watched as students gave him a dirty look from how loud it was.
"Of course. You're the brokest bitch in the city no one actually wants you to be their sugar mama," you gasped at his words.
"Am not!"
"Are so!" you both laughed at each other. His hand searched for yours underneath the table. He must've noticed how tensed up you had gotten when he found it, managing to wrap your smaller fingers into his. "I've been meaning to talk to you by the way."
You groaned, knowing where this will be going. "Jungkook, stop I'm not in the mood," you caught a quick glimpse of the time. "Look, I have to go, my bus will be coming soon." You don't let him mention anything else. Bolting out of the library, you leave a crestfallen Jungkook behind.
He shook his head and took the half eaten sandwich you also left behind. He trailed behind you, backpack threatening to fall down his arm. You proceeded to walk to the bus stop, Jungkook just close behind. "Didn't see you at the party on Saturday?" the voice came from behind you. You opt to ignore it but by the sound of his voice it was easy to tell that he has been dying to ask this question. When you didn't answer him, he tried again. "Seriously where were you on Saturday?"
You sunk down on the bench. "None of your business."
"Well, I was kind of worried about you. I thought you were going to be there so that's why I came," he took a seat right besides you. "Once I saw you weren't there, I left."
"I was at the library studying for finals," you weren't sure why you were telling him this. After his little confession your heart felt weird. If you hadn't told him though, he probably would've guessed it. Still, he needed confirmation.
"What? Why didn't you tell me? We could’ve studied together!" he complained, nudging his shoulder with yours.
"Jungkook stop, I know what you're doing," you glared at him, wanting to get away. He frowned and reached over to hold you. "I already told you no," you hissed, disregarding the way his eyes appeared sunken at your response.
"Why not? I already told you, I'm not messing around anymore. I genuinely want to settle down with someone," he stared into your eyes with such intensity you felt like your brain was going to explode. Your ears took in his words slowly. "I want to be with you."
"Jungkook, please—"
"Come on, one date. I swear to god I've changed," he ranted. He's always been very keen on having a chance with you, but with all those girls that he used to take home you felt otherwise. You would listen to the girls on how good Jungkook was. How good he looked at night in the dark moonlight. How he would manhandle them in random places. How his muscles would appear every time he flexed them. How those hips of his were a miracle. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't ever want to see him that way too.
"I'm flattered, I really am—I just really don't want to be with someone like you. I'm sorry," you apologized, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.
He blinked then squinted his eyes at you. "What do you mean someone like me?" He sounded somewhat offended at your words.
"You used to fuck around!" you fumed and threw your hands up. The bus was coming down the road towards the two of you. "I don't like that."
"Why not?" He's way too stubborn to let you go, you forgot.
"Because...I just don't okay? Lets leave it there," you stood up and walked over to the bus once it opened its doors. He followed close behind. Before you can enter your dollar into the machine, he does it for you.
The bus driver smiled at him while you glared at him. You walked to the back of the bus, smiling to all the other passengers but secretly upset. Jungkook still followed you like a lost puppy. You slid down in the seat. Your left arm feeling the side of the bus once you properly sat down. "Here, I'll pay you back," you hold out the dollar bill but he sat still in his seat.
"Well shit, sugar mama not right now," You sighed and put it back in your bag. You heard him snort.
"Come on, tell me why you won't give me a chance and I'll leave you alone," he offered. He held your eyes for a moment before you let out a breath of air and looked away.
If he’ll leave you alone, then you must have to say why you won’t grant him a chance with you, a chance for him to become your boyfriend.
"I'm too insecure for you," he opened his mouth but you shushed him. "I'm not...how do I put this? I'm not like them?" you questioned and glanced over at him. He had a look of worry washed all over his face. "The girls that you were with are those who are all popular, party all day, and are very attractive. They all do casual sex, and I don't want be that type of person, I want something serious. Like you have dated Soojin! She's really pretty, makes me gay even," you chuckled at yourself. "That's not the point though. If I'm with you, all I could ever think about is the girls you were with and how different I am from them. I just can't be with someone when all I'll ever think about are my insecurities with them. So how could I possibly ever be good enough for you?" you don't look at him after that.
He sighed and gripped your small hand into his. You almost cringed when you remembered how sweaty your hands were. "That's why I'm after you though. You're not like them. I wanted a change. You are good enough, you'll always be good enough for me. Hell, I feel like I’m not good enough for you. And I really don't care if you're any of that other stuff. I still want to have a shot with you." you don't realize how long you both were holding eye contact. The two of you don't look away from each other however. You don’t even comprehend how close you two have gotten. He reached over to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched.
"I don't know Jungkook, I'm just really unsure," you admitted and leaned back in your seat to create some distance between you two. "My mind isn't clear right now but I highly doubt I would want to give you a chance."
"Really? You don't want me?" he bit his lip and glanced over at you. "How can I change your mind?" you stopped functioning when he reached over to press up against your thigh. His fingers travelled over to your inner thigh. He kept rubbing circles around there for a few minutes, hand drawing closer each time. Your cheeks grew crimson once you wrapped your mind around on how wet you become so quickly, and he barely even touched you what an embarrassment.
You were only getting aroused quickly because of how long your dry spell was. You haven’t being touched in so long that you craved it so much, no matter who it was with.
"What are you doing?" you hated how you felt so hot under his eyes at the moment. He brushed you aside until you repeated your question again.
"Nothing," his lips curved upwards. He faced forward, ignoring the fact that his hand was practically between your legs.
"Jungkook, stop that!" you hissed and whacked his hand away. He withdrew his hand from your inner thigh but still kept it at the top of your thigh. His thumb gently tracing circles into your skin.
"Bet you're fucking wet under that," he commented. You caught his stare, watching his eyes fixed on your cleavage. A smile forms across his face when he takes notice of how you're rubbing your thighs together. "Don't be scared, I'll go easy on you. You wearing those pink panties that I love on you?"
You knew what he was referring to. Leaving your laundry on your bed wasn't a good idea especially when an excited Jungkook was coming over to watch a new episode of You, but he didn't give you time to pick it up so your baby pink lace underwear was out on the sheets. "Shut up. I'm not going to let you do shit," you furiously crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes flickered back down to your breasts that were shoved up into a tighter position.
"Really? You say that but you're on the verge of asking me to touch you. I know it, Y/N," you bit your lip hard to avoid saying something. You heard him laugh. "It's okay, no one will notice, if you're a good slut and keep your mouth shut." Your eyes widened at his words.
You’ve never been called a degrading name in bed. With the two boyfriends you’ve been with, they always called you loving names that had gotten boring quick as well as their vanilla sex. Yet somehow it stirred you up at the thought of being called a slut, especially Jungkook calling you that.
But it was almost like a completely different Jungkook had surfaced. You knew he was some sort of sex god but didn't expect him to have such a dirty mouth. You decided to test the waters. A little fun wouldn’t hurt.
You spread your legs a little wider, inviting him to get closer. He stared into your eyes as you stared down at his hand. "Unbutton your pants," he demanded. Your eyes expanded even more at his words. You were just thinking of getting him eager not to do something here.
You looked around to see if anyone could see or hear you two but they were all facing forward and minding their own business. Your hands went to unbutton your pants, pushing your zipper down. "Open your legs," you did as you were told. "Wider, wider," your right leg rested on top of his muscular thigh. "You wet enough?" he asked, reaching down to your core. You shivered when his hand entered your underwear. He sinks his two fingers in and you whined. He took his fingers out, gazing on the glistening wetness on it.
"Dirty fucking slut," he murmured and dig his fingers back into you. You gripped his wrist harshly but encouraged him to add more fingers. He complied and proceeded to finger you in the back of the bus. "Never thought I would finger the girl of my dreams in the back of the bus," he chuckled as he heard you calling out his name. "You gotta be quiet if you don't wanna get caught." he teased softly. He pounded his fingers into you faster. His eyes laying upon your furrowed eyebrows and bitten lip. You began to nudge into his fingers, meeting him halfway with the movement of your hips. Your grip on his wrist tightened as he touched your clit with the tip of his finger. He snorted and proceeded to move against you, ignoring his hardness that was forming in his pants. You threw your head back and stared up at the ceiling. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood.
Jungkook clutched your knee, forcing you to open wider. You raked over the passengers in the seat, who are still unaware of you getting fingered at the back of the bus. You moaned into his hoodie. You let go of his wrist to hold his bicep. He looked down at you. He reached over to cup your face, bringing your lips to meet his. You’re taken back a little but nonetheless you open your mouth to tempt him to slid his mouth in. He fulfilled your craving. The two of you looked like random teenagers making out in the back but what they couldn't see was his fingers stuck up your wet core.
"Jesus fucking Christ," you said under your breath, pulling away from his redden lips. His fingers pounded brutally into you. He showed no sign of slowing down.
"You make a fucking noise and I swear to god I will take you on this bus full of people. I don't give a fuck, Y/N," your pussy quenched around him at that. Your wetness glimmered on his fingers.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, oh my god," you moaned against his neck. Hiding your face from him, you picked up the pace of your hips. "Uh—fuck, holy shit do that again," you referred to him touching your clit. He does that again. "Oh fuck," you whimpered when you felt an uneasy feeling building up within you. "I'm gonna fucking cum."
"Yeah? That fucking early? I knew your little pussy wouldn't be able to take it," Jungkook's lips formed a smirk. "And this is just with my fingers babe. Bet you can't handle my dick," you ignored him. You sobbed into his neck and leaned up to kiss him in efforts to silence your moans, cumming hard all over his fingers. It takes two minutes before you released Jungkook from the kiss. He drew his hand away from your skirt and made sure you were holding eye contact with him when he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.
You gulped. Reality finally hit you. You had let Jungkook finger you in the back of the bus.
You pushed back against your seat and looked around to see if anyone was looking. Everyone on the bus was still unaware and you felt like you can breathe again. "Holy shit I can not believe we just did that," you brushed your hair back, somewhat disappointed at yourself for not stopping him.
Jungkook's smile surfaced. "I can't believe you just let me do that. Wanna return the favor?" he asks jokingly but watched your face to see if you were willing to suck him off. His hopes are put down when a frown appeared on your face and he could tell you wouldn't feel comfortable with that. "Joking babe."
"Don't call me that, please," you stressed. "This was a mistake, seriously don't ever speak of this with any of your friends. We're not going to speak of it either."
"I wasn't even going to," he muttered and looked away. "Funny how it's a mistake, Y/N, when you were over here telling me to keep going."
You fanned yourself, flapping your hand back and forth in front of your face. Jungkook looked at the layer of sweat near your hairline that glistened under the sunlight. "Stop, it was in the heat of the moment. It seriously was a mistake," he opened his mouth but you carried on. "Especially in the back of the bus, oh god, I'm really disappointed in myself," you zipped up your flare pants, not minding that your underwear is sticking to you.
"And I'm really disappointed in you too, for not giving me a chance," Jungkook said with knitted eyebrows. You sit away from him, making sure there was a good amount of space between the two of you. "Oh are you just going to ignore me now?" he isn't given a response, your tongue knotted together in your mouth. "So that's how it's gonna be now?"
You gathered your bag. The bus curving towards the upcoming bus stop. "This is my stop," you disclosed. He captured your forearm which quickly caught your attention.
"Don't be like this, Y/N." You shrug him off and walked out of the bus, leaving Jungkook and his gloomy thoughts behind.
"Shut up, stop playing with me!" Hayoon exclaimed, her eyes glimmered with interest as you filled her in on the day before. "You did not let Jungkook finger you on the back of the bus," she laughed out loud at her sentence, still not believing the words coming out of your mouth. You groaned and sunk your head back down on the table. "I mean gross, but hey, you're catching dick."
"I'm not catching dick, and stop saying it's gross it makes me even more disappointed in myself."
"I just don't understand how you can tell him you don't want him and tell him the reasons why and then let him finger you at the back of the bus?!" your face scrunched up at her words. "I seriously don't get it Y/N. It's like you're provoking the guy that's going after you and that's pretty fucked up. Play with his dick, not his emotions, oh wait—”
"I told him no multiple times."
"Then why the fuck would you let him finger you in the back of a bus?" Hayoon rubbed her temple before munching on a fry. "I think you do have a crush on him, you just don't want to date him because of all the girls he’s been with.”
You let her words settle in your mind for a moment, not even realizing that she held your hand in hers. "But baby, that's called the past. It's the least thing you got to worry about since you already know it. Take a risk, go out with him. He's ready to be in a serious relationship with you, he's been telling me this since Friday."
You sighed, lips forming a pout. "I don't know."
"Well make up your mind quick cause' he's coming this way," her words are rushed as she glanced over at Jungkook, who's heading over your way.
"What?!" you're just about to turn your head his direction when Hayoon grabbed your jaw.
"What are you doing you stupid bitch?! Don't look—okay, pretend like I'm not here, pretend like I'm not here!" she turned away from you and placed her earbuds in her ears.
"Wait does my hair look good?!" you caught her by the arm before she can leave.
"For who?"
You snapped her head towards Jungkook, who's already smiling at you. His black cap floated over his eyes as he dug his fingers into the pockets of his jogger pants. You coughed when you perceived that you were checking him out. "Um, no one. Just wanted to see if it's messy," you don't know why but your cheeks burned so hard, maybe at the fact that you know it is messy.
His hand came in contact with your head before he moved a strand of your hair that looked out of place before pushing your baby hairs down. You swatted his hands away, ignoring how your warm ears were tingling. "There, it's not that messy anymore. I brought something."
He sat down besides you. You eyes fluttered over to Hayoon. She spread a smirk out on her lips. While Jungkook continued finding the item he wanted to show you, something along the words that it was a jar. Her fist comes up besides her mouth, opening it slightly. Your cheeks become crimson when she began to push her left fist towards her mouth while her tongue kept knocking into her right cheek.
"Here," Jungkook placed a jar in front of you, the bright glittery letters mocking you. Swear Jar, it read at the front. "Every time you cuss, it's more money to my bank account."
Your lips loop downwards into a frown. Your eyebrows furrowed together in the progress. "Not fair, I told you I didn't want to be a sugar mama."
"Fine, this is both of our swear jar."
"Deal."
"Okay, now that that's out of the way, we can talk about yesterday," he put the glittery jar, he decorated last night for you, back in his backpack. A sudden weight pressed down on your shoulders at the thought of him bringing up what happened yesterday.
"Jesus Christ, what do you carry in there?" Hayoon added unintentionally and you're thankful for that. As much as she wanted to know about the encounter between the two of you, she also wanted to know what Jungkook carried in that big bag of his.
"Dildos."
"Wait, deadass?" she jumped up in her seat. I snorted at her, earning a glare. Jungkook's lips formed a line, specifying that he was joking. "Well fuck, it just looks like it's gonna break your back. Dude you know what that reminds me of?" she asked you. Your mind doesn't come across anything so you shook your head. "The Rosie girl? She was giving dildos out at this campus cause' she wanted to, quote, fight absurdity with absurdity. All over Twitter. Wish I could be there to get one."
Jungkook's eyes crinkled up as he laughed at her. The sound ringing through your ears, only to devaste you even more. "Can we talk about yesterday?" he leaned over and whispered to you.
You swore you felt his lips brushing against your ear. It stirred up your brain. "What about yesterday?" your hands started shaking and you hoped he didn't see how anxious you have become.
Luck wasn't on your side today however, his upcoming question boosting your anxiety even more. "Why are your hands shaking so much?" he grasped his bigger hand in yours.
You are quick to take it out of his. "We agreed that we wouldn't talk about what happened yesterday. It was a mistake I didn't—"
"No, you agreed that we wouldn't talk about it," his voice raised slightly to get your attention. Your mouth snapped shut. "We need to talk about it. How the fuck can you be playing with my feelings like this?" Hayoon whistled, mentally seeing eye to eye with Jungkook. "I want to have a chance with you, a shot at us. You give me all these mixed signals and then when I try to make a move on you, all of the sudden you act like a bitch Y/N."
"Well what do you want me to say? That I fucking like you back too?" you challenged and stood up from your chair. The students around you turned their heads over to you, watching the scene in front of them unfold. "How the fuck am I even playing with your feelings? I said I wanted to just be friends! I'm sorry that you're misinterpreted our friendship but that's not my problem!" you wished you could've shut your mouth but all you could see was red. Perhaps you were letting go of all the rage you’ve ever resented over him for the past months.
For ditching you to attend parties or being with other girls. For not always being there for you.
"What the fuck do you mean that's not my problem?!" he mimicked you, staring up at you. "You let me finger you and you expect me to believe that you just wanna be friends? Are you even listening to yourself?! You felt something back there."
Hayoon stepped in, walking over to the two of you. "Okay, I think you guys should just shut up," your eyes wandered around the room, where everyone was watching your interaction.
"Whatever," Jungkook's chair scraped the floor harshly as he pushed it back. He dug into his backpack before placing the jar in front of you. "You can keep that and this," he put down a package full of glittery hair pins, all different colors. Your heart wrenched as you watched him walk away, sullen. His steps are quick so he can take the attention off of him.
You turned the jar and saw that the top had words on it. Splattered in messy pink glitter, Sugar Mama's Swear Jar :D.
Jungkook was avoiding you. You could tell because he stopped coming after school to study with you, which was okay at first until you found yourself yearning for him.
It was stupid, really. After all that debate on how you two should just stay friends, you can't just tell him how much you miss him. That'll make you seem like an ass.
And trust me that's the last thing you want.
Your day was going bad, your professor yelled at you for not paying attention and put you in the spot, embarrassing you in front of the class. You were okay until a girl gave you a look of pity and you had a breakdown in the bathroom right after.
When you went to go meet up with Hayoon, it'll only got worse. She cancelled on you after forcing you to wait for her for thirty minutes. Just as you're leaving a group of middle schoolers thought it would be funny to step on a ketchup packet and let splatter everywhere, resulting in the back of your white top covered in dots of ketchup.
You swore you almost hit the kid who came up with it, even thought about running him over when you saw that the stains were everywhere and even in your hair.
After showering and getting the ketchup out of your hair, you went to work that ensued in you coming home with mascara practically running down your eyes, that were ready to pour out tears if something else happened to you, due to you wrongly mixing up orders and getting yelled out by a customer.
Now here you were, sitting on the living room floor with wet hair after taking another shower which mainly just involved you sitting on the tile floor and crying. You ate the Chinese takeout you have gotten during the way, ignoring the way people were staring at you, with sympathy.
It was the last thing you needed. Maybe karma was coming to get you for saying those things to Jungkook. But at this point all you wanted was some reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, someone to be there for you.
Jungkook.
You couldn't sleep. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn't. Hell, you even closed your eyes for a solid thirty minutes yet you were not able to drift off into slumber. Maybe it had to due with the weather? It was freezing, if you stepped a foot outside you would become an ice sculpture in an instant.
Or maybe, the most logical one compared to all the others, was Jungkook fingering you on the bus. You can't seem to get that scene off your mind. Your brain kept drifting over on how stunning he appeared, his dark eyes staring straight at yours as he watched your mouth form an O shape. He only ever broke eye contact when he snuck a look of how his fingers vanished into your pants.
Then your mind would stumble onto the memory of you yelling at him, telling him how his feelings for you were not your fault. You despised yourself at that moment. You sighed and laid back into your pillow, staring up into the ceiling. "I can't believe I am even having these types of thoughts," you slowly opened your legs while shutting your eyes. As long as you don't think about him, it'll be okay.
But you do. Sliding off your underwear, the first thing you thought about was Jungkook. His bunny smile rested on his face. You opened your eyes to get him off your mind and closed them again. You let out a gentle moan when you feel how wet you are.
He came back again. This time he settled right besides you on the bed. His hand is shoved between your legs. You moaned when he buried his head in your neck and kissed your skin there. "You like that, princess?"
You frowned immediately, he didn't call you any pet names. From what you can remember, he called you a degrading name.
"You like that dirty slut?" you mewled at him. He moved his fingers ceaselessly inside of you whilst breathing down your neck.
The sound of a zipper being undone makes your eyes crack open. You took a glimpse of Jungkook, his hand disappearing inside his jeans that displayed his muscular thighs.
You whined at him and he hovered on top of you. Your breathing got heavier as his cock sprung out of his jeans. "Oh god," you moaned as he slid himself inside of you so effortlessly. Your hands moved quicker inside of you. Feeling your wetness spill out of you and onto the mattress underneath you, you imagined him pounding into you. Your hands clamped on his long hair with your legs in the air as his hips furiously snapping into you.
It doesn't take you long to cum, given the fact at Jungkook's pace it seemed like he wasn't going to stop. He disappeared, leaving you sweaty and tired on the bed with your fingers stuck inside you. "Holy shit, I can not believe I just did that.
Recalling your words that were thrown at Jungkook, a heavy weight on your shoulder returned heavier as ever, reminding you how you practically lost your shot with him.
Shame on you for not giving Jeon Jungkook a chance.
"I think I was too harsh on him."
"You think? Don't lie to me bitch, you know you were fucking harsh on him," Hayoon stood in the middle of your room, scanning your closet for a dress she can wear to a party.
It was almost three days since your argument with Jungkook in front of everyone. You expected to make up with him on Thursday but Jungkook avoided you like you were the plague. He didn't text you for any notes he needed to borrow, nor did he usually come to study with you or leave you a sandwich. You never realized how apart of your life he became, especially when he didn't sit next to you for one of your shared classes. Instead, he chose to sit next to Taehyung, his best friend. It was Friday now and to be quite honest, you missed him.
"Don't trip about it. He could be at the party tonight, getting over you and possibly getting himself a girlfriend so you don't have to worry about him pinning over you. Now what the fuck should I wear?"
You didn't like the sound of that. Jungkook possibly finding another girl. Your consciousness settled back in your mind. How can you even say shit like that? You rejected him, you have no right to tell him not to move on. You sighed to yourself and laid back into the bed. "Maybe I shouldn't go. I don't wanna see him."
"I don't wanna see him." she dragged the straps of your orange dress up her figure. "Shut up because on Wednesday you kept asking why he wouldn't talk to you, like bitch I wouldn't talk to you either with that shit you pulled back there."
"Why not?"
"You're not serious right?" she turned back to you. She raised her eyebrow, challenging you. You groaned and followed her out of the room when she didn't receive an answer. "That's what I thought," you heard her under her breath.
"Not gonna lie, I think I'm gonna break my ankle with these bitches," you pointed down at your high heels, slowing down. You stopped to fix them. Hayoon carried on walking to her car, leaving you behind.
"You wanted to wear them. Now get in," she honked her horn. You hissed at her, reminding her that the neighbors are going to complain. "Don't give a fuck, get in loser we're going to party!" she honked her horn longer.
You ran to her car when you realized she wasn't going to stop. "You need the swear jar, you stupid bitch."
"Not even," before you could say something back, her music blasts through the car. She screamed out the lyrics, encouraging you to join along. "In your eyes! You lie but I don't let it define you—oh define you!"
"You sound like a dying cat."
"I tried to find—fuck you then."
Along the way you started to wonder how she even got her driver's license. Hayoon almost went on the sidewalk when she was tried to park which forced you to get out of the car and direct her.
"Keep going, keep going."
"Fuck, bitch you sure? I don't want another ticket for being on the red line," her head stuck out to make sure she wasn't going to hit the car behind her.
"Yes I'm sure—okay stop!" Hayoon shuts off the engine, stumbling out of the car. She laughed to herself before walking up to the fraternity house with you. "Okay, I forgot what it was like coming here."
The first smell that filled your nostrils was vomit. You glanced down towards the ground and saw a distraught girl on the front lawn throwing up while her friend rubbed her back. Hayoon advised you not to look, to give the poor girl some pity. Reluctantly, you entered the house with a clumsy walk. Hayoon noticed and suggested that you go have a drink. You at first declined but once your eyes scanned the room and landed on Jungkook leaning against a wall with a redhead clinging onto him. You made your way to the open kitchen. Unknown to you, jealousy boiled in your stomach.
So that's how you end up on your first shot of a tequila with a cup of vodka already resting in your liver. You weren't drunk, still you were not far from being tipsy. Conscious enough to see that Jungkook's eyes were on you while you downed the shot. Eyes focused on your throat as you swallowed. He exhaled, watching you pull out your phone and tap away. The red head girl right besides him, tried calling his name out to hook his attention. He brushed her off, muttering something to her that he didn't sleep around anymore.
His frustration grew even more when he saw you wandering over to the middle of the room where sweaty bodies were grinding on each other. Your flimsy black silky dress was not doing him justice either, seeing how tight it was on your figure. It showed off your curves well; he hated how good you looked. There was a big opening in the back that stopped near your hips. Should be a crime to look that good, he thought to himself while trying to keep his eyes on you.
Your hips swayed to the music blasting throughout the house. You opened your eyes, landing on Jungkook immediately. His eyes devouring you as he took a sip of his beer, eyes locked on your hips. You tried not to look at him again but still wondered what was going in that mind of his. You raised your hands up in the air, dress threatening to rise up.
Your curiosity got the best of you. Squinting one eye open to take a peek of Jungkook but you failed to locate him.
A gasp left your mouth as someone pressed their front on your back, rubbing their crotch on your ass. A whiff of the sweet scented Victoria Secret perfume gave the identity away. You tilted your head so that it laid on his chest. Confirming your thought, Jungkook stared down at you with dark eyes. His arm muffled around your waist to press you further into his chest. He felt his body go ease when he saw your lips bunch up into a smile. Your hips rocked from side to side on him. Jungkook held his hand on your waist, encouraging you to continue. You willingly do so arms flinging on his neck as you dragged yourself down his chest. His growing bulge poked your ass as you grind yourself on him. Your head laid back on him. Jungkook leaned down to meet your lips. His mouth entwined with yours, lip gloss rubbing off onto his mouth. You moaned into his mouth and sensed that his hand was harshly holding one of your ass cheeks.
"You wanna go upstairs?" He was somewhat taken back at your suggestion but agreed nonetheless. With his fingers keeping a firm grip on yours, the two of you went upstairs.
He guided you towards the room, which all winded up preoccupied due to freshman trying to lose their virginities. You cringed when you come face to face with someone's bare ass pushing against the lanky girl. Jungkook pushed you into the bathroom, telling a man to fuck off when he tried getting in.
"Hey," you glanced up from the floor onto Jungkook's eyes. He offered you a small awkward smile, warming your heart as if he wasn't rubbing his dick on your ass a few minutes ago.
"Hi," your voice sounded very small and Jungkook wanted to reach out and reassure you that he only came up to you to apologize, not to have you grind on him in the middle of the room. "I'm sorry," you began, eyes fixed to the ground. "Everything I said on that day was really fucked up. I care about your feelings. I care about you and I was giving you mixed signals and it's not okay."
"I'll be fine," his hand held your arm, rubbing it slightly. "It's okay if you don't return my feelings, I'll get over it—"
"But that's the thing I don't want you to get over it."
Jungkook blinked once, twice, and then another third time. Trying to comprehend your words while also trying to figure out what he was going to say was hard.
Your glossy lips moved. "I'm really willing to give you a chance and I'm so sorry for being such a cunt about it. I just—I needed some realization to understand my feelings. Truth is I've had a crush on you, but every time I saw you with these girls I always told myself I'm not good enough for you and that I'll never be. I’m also mad at the fact that you’re barely realizing your feelings towards me just now.”
He doesn't say anything which doesn't help your anxious state at the moment. Your gut scolded you, reminding you that you probably lost your chance and now you look like an idiot to him right now, confessing your feelings.
Jungkook sighed before embracing you. You stand still in shock from his sudden movements but chose to hug him back. His chin dropped down onto your head. "You're good enough for me, Y/N. You always have been and I'm sorry that it took me all these years for me to realize that."
"I couldn't stop thinking of you and all the shit I said. I'm really sorry from the bottom of my heart," you admitted.
His bulge pushed against you and your cheeks flushed warm. Jungkook didn't say anything but bent down to kiss you. His lips moved roughly against yours. Your fingers coming up towards his hair to run through them. His hands digging harshly into your ass, possibly leaving small bruises behind but you're unbothered by it.
You pulled away, enough to stare up at his eyes. "I seriously couldn't stop thinking about you. I fucking masturbated to you, just by thinking of the bus shit," you confessed, watching his face lit up in surprise.
"Yeah? What was going on in that head of yours?" he encouraged you. You giggled at him, his thigh coming between your thighs.
"Your fingers in my pussy," your cheeks burned pink as he coaxed you to go on. "Your big dick pounding in me."
The look on his face is priceless but it just stayed there for a mere second as Jungkook recollected himself. He couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth, never in a million years would he ever imagine you of all people saying this. The warmth travelled towards his crotch as he hardened at your words. His friend of seven years, his crush for almost two years was here in front of him, revealing that she touched herself to the thought of him. A blissful comfort spread all over his body.
"Don't you want that to happen?" he didn't even realize how close you were, he was too caught up in his thoughts. "You don't want to fuck my brains out?"
Your thighs closed around his thick ones. You reached up to kiss his neck, pecking his soft skin. Jungkook grunted as you left open mouth kisses behind, gripping his hand and directing it near your hips.
"I can't do it here," Jungkook whispered to you once he grasped the circumstances. In a fraternity bathroom with people out there that can possibly hear you two? Jungkook would never allow himself to touch you here the first time you two have sex. You whined against him, rubbing your crotch on his thigh. "Shit, seriously Y/N? You're making this hard for me."
"What your dick? Why? I don't care where we do it. I just—I need it to happen—come on Jungkook fuck me," if your mind wasn't clouded by lust you would been very disappointed at yourself for what you were saying, but you could care less. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He was fighting with himself.
The only sound in the bathroom was the loud heavy bass music playing and the two of you heavily breathing. "Do you want me to go find another guy out there that can do the job for you or what?" you tried riling him up and it worked cause Jungkook was staring at you with dark hooded eyes. "Cause' I could walk out there and take any guy home with me do you want that?" you both know deep down you wouldn’t be able to do that. You’re too shy.
Jungkook came across as if something possessed him suddenly. His hair falling over his eyes slightly. His tongue came out of his mouth to moisten his lips. "Get on your fucking knees," Jungkook snapped, a hand going back to get tangled in your hair. You dropped down to the ground. "I wanna see your pretty tits," you pulled down the straps of your dress and got rid of your strapless bra, throwing it aside. "Well aren't you a desperate cock sucking whore?" you whined at him with your dress bunched up around your waist. "What don't tell me you like being called that?" he chuckled. Your cheeks flushed in humiliation.
You reached over to unzip his jeans. He merely let out a chuckle, extremely satisfied with your avidity. As you rolled down his boxers, his hand wrapped around your hair. "Look up at me, whore," your eyes jerked up to him. "Open your mouth," you gulped at the size, wondering if it was even going to fit in your poor mouth. He teased, rubbing the head of his cock on your lips when you did. Your jaw ached as you tried opening as wide as you can to please him. You looked up at him as he slid his cock in your mouth. He groaned, loving the warmth and wetness of your mouth surrounding him. He maintained the eye contact between you two whilst he carried on shoving his dick in your throat. You moaned and moved back once it hit your throat. But before you can, he gripped the back of your hair firmly and thrusted his hips forward. You gagged around him, tears brewing and ready to burst out. You extended your hands out to his thighs. He held your head in place, his cock shoving down your throat at an animalistic speed. "What a good little slut," he eventually praised you. "Letting me fuck her throat hard and shit," you shut your eyes.
You regret doing so. Feeling a tug to your hair, your eyes snap open and look up. "You get praised like a good bitch once and you think you can be a bad girl? I don't think so, whore," he stared straight into your eyes with his dark orbs devouring you. Your drool slithering down your chin. You peer up at him with desperation written all over your face. Your fingers glided down to your dress. You kept your gaze on him when your fingers entered your pussy, feeling how wet you are. "Are you seriously touching yourself?" he sounded thrilled at the idea. Jungkook stopped moving for a second, allowing you to suck on the head of his cock. He watched mascara run down your cheeks, feeling some sort of ego boost that he was making you look this way.
You nodded frantically, moving your fingers faster. You sucked him harder, your jaw throbbing as you attempted to deep throat him. He forced your head deeper so that your nose was touching his pubic hair. "I didn't give you permission, disobedient slut. You got three seconds to finish," he finished with a sullen laugh, knowing you weren't. "One, two–" Jungkook watched your eyes become watery as you hopelessly tried to get yourself to cum in just three seconds. "—three, take your fingers out whore."
You obeyed and showed him your fingers, glittering under the bathroom light, even though on the inside you were begging to be touched again. You thought of going against him. Jungkook let a cackle escape from his mouth. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet I bet you're fucking leaking out onto the floor."
You mewled, bobbing your head up and down. Releasing his cock out of your mouth with a lewd pop, you batted your eyelashes up at him. "I'm so fucking wet for you," he flashed you a quick grin, obviously content with your answer. He brought your fingers up to his mouth, sucking them off while maintaining eye contact with you. His tongue swirled around your finger as you repeat the same motion on his cock. He released your finger.
"You can use your hands," you pull away right after he said that. You pumped him rapidly, your hand moving back and forth. Your ears took in his grunts, feeling some pride for causing him to make those noises. He almost came when he felt your warm, wet mouth around one of his balls.
"I want you to cum on my tits." he agreed, staring down at you. Tension builds within his stomach as he groaned out loud. You gaped at him when his cum shoots towards your neck, aiming towards your breasts.
Jungkook's breathing became heavier as he came back down from his blissful state that he was in. He grew hard in a instant when he saw how fucked you looked. Your mascara running down your eyes, leaving a trail of black ink behind. Your hair was tangled together into a mess due to him gripping it so tightly. With saliva dripping down your red swollen smeared lips, his eyes drifted further down. The straps of the dress you were wearing were rolled out into your stomach, exhibiting your perky breasts that are smeared with his cum.
"You look like a fucked whore," he smiled at you with satisfaction resting in his mind.
You giggled at him, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yeah, not just for you," you gazed up at him, a small smile on your lips.
He helped you get off the floor. His facial expression is now serious, indicating that he wasn't happy with your answer. Jungkook's fingers tapped the cold surface of the sink, indicating to sit down on it. You do so, opening your legs slowly.
He watched, eyes strictly locked in between your legs. "Who are you so wet for?" he asked.
You snorted and shrugged which only grew him more frustrated.
Jungkook growled and flipped you over. He bended you over the bathroom sink and bore his eyes into you by the mirror. "You wanna keep acting like a slut, you're might as well be fucked like one," you silently squealed in excitement. Jungkook lifted your dress up in one go. He pulled your underwear down, making you step out of them. "Put your leg on the counter," he commanded and you do as you're told. Lifting your right leg on the counter while the other one remained on the ground. You heard him frantically pull down his jeans. You gasped when you feel the tip on your entrance. He reached over for the condom on the counter.
"No!" you exclaimed. Jungkook stopped and looked down at your worriedly, wondering if you wanted to stop now. You gulped, feeling your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Don't use one please." you whined. "I want to feel you raw."
You heard Jungkook chuckle from behind you. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was fucking thriving. "Yeah? My fucking slut wants me to do her raw?" he started pushing himself. You held your breath as your walls allowed him to enter, tightening around his big shaft. His cock rimmed inside of you
"Y-yeah," you manage to choke out, staring at him through the mirror. He maintained eye contact to where your bodies connected, watching his cock sink into you as he held your hips in place.
"Has any other guy fucked you raw, slut?" Jungkook brought his hand around your throat. You sensed that you could orgasm right there. You shook your head as he finally is inside of you fully. "What was that? Use your words, come on you're a big girl," he gripped your inner right thigh with so much strength, he could break it off if he tried. I mean those biceps.
"N-no only you. Just for you," he grinned at that.
"Good," you let out a loud moan when he started finally moving. His hips rutted into yours at an animalistic speed. He stared at you through the mirror, watching how your mouth opens and your breasts jiggle. He pressed your throat a little harder. "Bet no guy ever made you feel this way."
"Only you, Jungkook! Only you!" you manage to breath out. Your knuckles are almost white by how hard you're holding onto the counter. He lowers himself so his face is near your ear.
"Yeah? Look at you, telling me how I'll never have you yet you're over here drooling over my dick. Fucking whore." you whined harder as he breathed down your neck. You feel yourself began getting more wetter at his words. "Imagine what your family and friends will say when they find out you're letting me fuck you in the ass in a dirty bathroom at a frat party."
You shut your eyes, your pussy swallowing him back in. His hand squeezed your throat a little tighter. "Fucking slut," he snapped his hips at you. You moaned out loud, shamelessly. "On the dance floor dancing like one."
"Because I am one," he chuckled at that, fingers coming up to pinch your nipple.
"Yeah? Who do you belong to? Whose slut are you?" the grip on your throat tightened, not enough to block your airway however. Jungkook kept his eye on you through the mirror, your lips molding into an oval shape. His palm came down to meet one of your asscheeks. You jumped forward, Jungkook pulling you back onto his cock. He stopped moving to lock eyes with you through the mirror, his lips hovering over your ear. "When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer," you tried to move your hips a bit but he caught you before you can. "Now," his voice deepened. "Whose slut are you?"
"Your slut! I'm your slut! Jungkook, please—"
"Yeah? Scream when I fuck you so that everyone knows who your pussy belongs to," his hips rammed into you again. You swore you can feel him fucking into your cervix. You let a loud moan break free from your mouth, his hot breath fanned your ear.
A roaring pounding on the door snapped his head away. You whimpered and become aware that his pace was reducing as his attention was now on the other man trying to get in. Jungkook yelled out words that sounded fuzzy to your ears considering all you could hear is your heartbeat.
"No, no, Jungkook don't stop," you pleaded with him, twisting yourself to look at his lust filled eyes. "I'm almost there please!"
You almost screamed at him when he pulled out. He sat on the toilet lid, tapping his thighs that were spread out in front of him. "Ride me," he demanded. You're somehow quick on your wobbly legs, getting on top of him. You grasped his swollen red cock, lining it up with your entrance before sinking down.
Jungkook's hand went towards your hip to support you while the other one went further down to touch your swollen clit. His mouth came near your ear as you cried out his name. "If you don't come in the next minute, you're not cumming tonight, got it slut?" you panted but nonetheless nodded frantically.
And with that Jungkook sat back, watching you fuck yourself on his cock, you were basically using him as a toy and Jungkook loved that. The desperation look on your face was amusing and Jungkook stored in in his memories.
"Oh shit! Fuck I'm almost there," his palm travelled further down to rub your ass.
"Time's almost up," he wasn't actually keeping track but your determination to cum on such a short amount of time was adorable to him. Your thighs smacked his, bouncing on his cock faster. Jungkook's finger carried on rubbing against your clit, his eyes trailing down from your face to your bouncing breasts.
Your eyes rolled back as you heaved up. Your mouth opened wide, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Jungkook heard his name leave your mouth, panting. He almost came when he felt something warm soak into his jeans. Looking down, he became aware of what just happened.
"Fucking dirty slut," he hissed and allowed you to relax your head on his shoulder as your whole weight sunk down on him. His ears took in your sniffles. "Look what you did, squirted all over me slut."
Your cheeks burned in humiliation, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder.
You gasped when he lifted his hips up to meet yours. You cried out to him to stop but Jungkook's quick to silence you with his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Your tears threatened to spill. "You're so tight, fuck! Need to fuck you more, whore,"
It doesn't take long for him to sprout into you, judging the way you tightened around him and how fucked your face look when he looked down to meet your eyes. With his cum coating your walls, he slid out of you. A bit of cum came out and dropped down to his black pants leaving a white stain behind.
You attempted to stand out on your own but failed due to you not being able to feel your legs for a second. Luckily, Jungkook is there to help you. He bent down to help you put on your underwear.
"Are you on birth control?" he asked while zipping up his pants. You checked your face in the mirror, noticing the hickeys all over your neck and the mascara smothered down your cheeks.
You turned to look at him, pulling your dress down."Are you really asking me after we just had sex? Where's my bra by the way?" your face is met with your bra when he flung it at you.
He laughed, watching you put it on. "Yeah, seriously though are you?"
"Why? If I'm going to be your sugar mama I might as well be your baby mama." Jungkook looked stricken and you snickered, bringing your hand up to hide your mouth. "I'm joking," you wiped your face with some wet wipes you found in the drawers.
"Not funny, was ready to fucking make a run for it."
It was your turn to look stricken as Jungkook laughed. You frowned and slapped his chest.
It goes quiet, the loud bass music now coming back to fill your ears instead of Jungkook's moans. He stood awkwardly near the corner while you threw away the wipes you used to remove your makeup. Running your fingers through your hair, you turned towards him.
"So, does this mean that you're going to give me a chance?" the man in front of you standing like an anime character asked, as if he wasn't calling you degrading names a few minutes ago.
You smiled at him and lunged forward to kiss him. "Yes, I'll give you a chance Jungkook."
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a kiss from the moon | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.
warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers
yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos
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“I love you!”
You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?
You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”
You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.
“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”
“Get down here!”
You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.
“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.
Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.
“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.
Awesome.
You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.
Good for them.
You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.
“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.
He was staring at you with his mouth open.
Charming.
He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.
“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.
Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”
“He speaks! He’s not dead.”
“A… Ah… Um…”
You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”
His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.
“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”
“Uh… that’s pajamas…?”
“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”
“Um.”
You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.
Fun!
“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”
He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.
“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”
“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.
Then the realization hit you.
“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”
Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”
You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.
Mhm.
“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”
“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”
“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”
“Noona, I…”
You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.
“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”
You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”
“Y… Yeah, okay…”
-
Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.
Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.
He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.
And he didn’t.
He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.
And he didn’t.
He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”
And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”
The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.
He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.
But, of course, the problem was…
He had already said it in a platonic way.
Shit.
He really fucked himself throughout the years.
Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.
I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.
He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.
His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.
-
“Where’s Jungkook?”
“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.
“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.
“You think he’s gonna tell her?”
“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”
“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”
“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”
Taehyung snorted.
Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.
“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”
-
Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.
He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.
I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.
“Jungkook?”
-
You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.
“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”
“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.
You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”
You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.
“Have you ever been in love, noona?”
“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.
“I love you, you know.”
Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.
“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.
“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”
Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”
You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”
“I don’t have love for you.”
You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.
“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.
Your eyes widened.
A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.
The cicadas hummed.
A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.
Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.
“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.
“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.
-
“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”
“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”
“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”
“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”
-
“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.
“Uh… well, that was it…”
You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”
“Y… Yeah?”
You blinked some more.
“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”
Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”
You leaned over and caught his eye.
“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”
His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.
A delicate kiss from the moon itself.
Then you realized he was staring at your tits.
You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.
“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”
“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.
His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”
“So…?”
He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”
You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”
He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.
“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”
“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
“I’d date you though. For real.”
Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”
You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”
You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.
“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”
“… What?”
Now it was a confused what.
“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”
Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”
You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”
“It’s the truth.”
Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?
“Would you really date me?”
You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.
“Yes, I would.”
And you leaned forward and kissed him.
His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.
Because you were with Jungkook.
You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.
He blinked slowly, looking down at you.
“Noona…”
His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.
“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”
Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”
“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.
“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”
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“I’m so sleepy.”
“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”
“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”
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#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#bts fluff#jungkook x you#jungkook x noona#jeon jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook x you
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please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺
a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do!
Context provided, don’t worry babes
WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)
Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods)
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“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1
Saeyoung
You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.
When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile
Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was
He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms
Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan
Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE
He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this
He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know)
Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?”
His morning voice was... nice.
You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little
(It wasn’t subtle)
But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference
Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything.
“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.”
You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.”
A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo
But he was NOT about to lose
Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser
“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.”
You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.
Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes
“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”
You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”
A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face
“I win.”
“Eat a dick, Seven.”
“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“
You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely
Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight
It is WAR
Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers
“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable
Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you
“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!”
“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!”
You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!”
Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him
He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide
Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force
Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”
“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”
Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?”
You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”
His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more
You bit your lip
“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.”
“Bold of you to assume--”
“Just shut up and kiss me again.”
Wish granted ;)
Yoosung
Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you
“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”
She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red
“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”
“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”
Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.
Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung
So when night came, you were ready to go to a party
Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung
“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear.
Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod
You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt.
But... you decided not to say anything.
Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you
When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!”
You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was
and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves
Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol
Cuz he had a LOT of it
In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time
Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!
You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music
You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest
Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back
Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon
“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.”
“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice”
Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung??
You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!”
He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls
Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?!
The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all.
What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong.
You walked over to the resort bar tender
Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?”
“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool.
“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”
“That’s kind of the point.”
He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?”
You nodded, exasperated.
You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace.
“’nother one.”
He obliged, pouring another glass for you.
Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly.
You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form
You laughed, it all seemed to funny
Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers.
Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you.
But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes
You were alone.
Yoosung.
Your mood brightened just by remembering his name
Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room
One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard
Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state
He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools
Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin
“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...”
“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?”
You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him
“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.”
Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying
“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee”
Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.”
Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight.
“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~”
Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.”
“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--”
He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers
He basically ran to your resort room from there
Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face
Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises
Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting
Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me”
Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom
He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy
Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle
“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?”
You giggled back, shaking your head
“Liar.”
“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee”
“No!”
You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling
“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”
“No ‘m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him
He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him
You pouted, “That’s no fun.”
After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan
“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff”
“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”
“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.”
“S-stop..” He said through the door.
“Please?”
Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help.
He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were.
You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me”
“I’m not going to.”
“You said you’d help me!”
“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!”
“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?”
“I didn’t think it through that far.”
You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you.
He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret.
At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet.
It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed.
He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now
and he blamed himself.
He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out
Looking at you again, he sighed.
Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.”
Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.”
Jumin
And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.
You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window
You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin
Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.”
You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)
Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before
Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again.
You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?”
Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.”
“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.
You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!”
Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan.
He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.”
You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!”
His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant”
He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward
He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose
With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground
“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?”
You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?”
Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?”
“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!”
“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”
“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!”
Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!”
“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.
He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.”
“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!”
“What other explanation is there?”
You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.”
“Oh yeah?” he challenged.
“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart.
Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours.
Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat.
After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss
You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you.
He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt.
You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”
Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants.
Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.”
Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore.
Zen
Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.
You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light
He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.”
“I’m ‘babe’ now?”
“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?”
You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling.
“I love you, Zen. So much.”
“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...”
You laughed shyly, “yeah..”
“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.”
You looked up at him, peacefully grinning.
“Hey, let’s get married.”
Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!”
You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.”
Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not.
Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.”
He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?”
Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep.
“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently.
The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare.
....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you.
- 3 months later
In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended.
“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?”
You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.”
He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept
He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash.
“Y/N?!”
He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you.
“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!”
You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”
Zen was having NONE of that
He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time.
“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness
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you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes.
“How long was I out..?”
“For a few minutes.”
You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER.
All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern.
“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.”
You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes.
Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?”
The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.”
You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!”
The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.”
“There’s still a diagnosis?!”
You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor.
He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.”
Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked
“O-oh, oh my gosh!!”
Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears)
This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS
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I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right?
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Gross
Richie Tozier x Reader
summary: Y/N likes Richie so much its gross.
Inspiration: Gross by Olivia Rodrigo
warnings: literally just pure fluff, cursing we know who this is about
word count: 2.1k
The bass was heavy and loud, the people were insufferably packed together. Y/N was a really good friend, or so she kept telling herself, for coming to this party just to appease Bev. Ever since they met at a bookstore, they had gotten really close-despite living in two different towns. Y/N maneuvered her way through the swarm of people. She turned the corner into the living room and spotted her red headed friend in the corner alongside the group, she had heard called themselves ‘The Losers Club’. Her elbows starting jamming into people as she finally crossed the threshold of people and practically fell into the arms of one, Richie Tozier.
“Well, well, well. It appears that you’ve fallen for me.” Y/N let out a chuckle at the response. His brown eyes, goofy little grin and messy, curly hair did manage to melt her heart just a little bit in that moment.
“So, Y/N, you’ve met Richie.” Bev said as she pulled her from Richie’s arms and into a hug. The two stand swaying for a second before Y/N releases herself from the hug. She couldn’t help but notice the six set of eyes staring at her.
“Jesus guys, would it kill you to interact with her instead of stare.” Bev pulled Y/N’s back to her chest and looked toward the group. “You guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Richie.” She pointed at each one as they were introduced.
“Ni-Ni-Nice to me-meet you, Y/N.” Bill said waving to her. Y/N and the group got acquainted a little before they all started breaking off in sections, leaving Richie and Y/N alone.
“Hey.” Y/N said breaking the awkward ‘silence’. “I don’t know this house at all, could you guide me to the kitchen for something to drink?”
“Of course m’lady.” He said taking on one of his many accents. He lightly grabbed her hand and dragged her through some people and into the kitchen. The girl somehow found a water bottle amidst the copious amounts of alcohol.
“Come on, not even one drink?” Richie said leaning in to shout over the music, their faces coming extremely close.
“No sir, I have to drive home tonight. Who’s your lucky DD?”
“Stan the Man Uris.” Richie slurred together slightly. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober either. Y/N let out an ‘Ah’ in response. She noticed how many eyes were now spent looking at her and Richie.
“Hey Richie?”
“Yes my darling angel?” The nickname made her blush, but she had a bigger thing to focus on.
“Why is every girl in the room staring at you?”
“Oh…Uhh…well you see, I made a joke to some gullible ass freshman that I had a 12 inch wang and he’s started telling everyone. Now the class clown is somehow becoming the class arm candy. I just want it to stop.”
“What if we made them stare for another reason?”
“You got an idea?”
“Two, first off how do you feel about slapping?”
“Please don’t slap me.”
“Okay, what about pretending we’re gonna go hook up?”
“Now we don’t have to pretend if you don’t want to-“ She shoved his arm.
“Richie, do you want it to stop or not?”
“What should I do?”
“I’m gonna get really, really close.” She said as she pressed her body flush with his. Her face was centimeters away from his, she pulled his face down so that she could whisper into his ear. “Now wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer. Start talking about something random and just ignore what I am doing.” She pulled back just slightly as to start making eye contact. Her stomach was a flutter with butterflies and the proximity. His arms wrapped around her and snuggly brought her closer to him. He began jabbering about something stupid Eddie had said earlier that day about your hand getting chopped off while it’s out the car window. To sell the point to ones close enough to see, which considering how dense the party was was a lot of people, she kept glancing between his eyes and his lips while he was talking. After a few minutes past, she pulled him down to whisper again.
“Is it working?” She watched as his eyes lightly glazed the room and shook his head no. She cursed to herself. Richie’s eyes lit up with an idea, and his arms squeezed her tighter into him.
“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Richie leaned down to whisper into her ear. He leans back and Y/N shakes her head yes. He gently grabs her chin and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. They stay kissing for a brief span before pulling apart. He leaned into her ear and said “If I get you to the front door, can we go out to your car?” All Y/N did in response was grab his hand. He lead her to the door, and she led him the rest of the way. Once they get to her car, she lets her head fall against the headrest on the seat.
“Oh my god it’s so much nicer out here.” She let out with a chuckle.
“You can say that again.” Richie said in the same manner. “Thank you for back there by the way, I just needed to get the fuck out of there.”
“Oh yeah, no worries. What should we do about Bev and the boys?”
“I figured that when they can’t find us, they’ll come looking. In the meantime, we could hangout…that is if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Y/N said with a beaming smile. And from that day on, they hung out as much as they physically could. Their weird fake relationship blossomed into a wonderful friendship and then a very real relationship. For nearly 3 months, the pair had seen each other at least five times in a week. Whether that meant Richie driving the 45 minutes to her or vice versa. It was a lot, and it was expensive but they didn’t care. They were having fun and loving where they were.
Y/N was hanging a new photo of her and Richie on her wall by her bed, as Richie watched idly on her bed. His eyes wandered around the walls and furniture at all the different photos and keepsakes she had kept. While most of the photos were of either him, or the two together, he didn’t feel narcissistic in loving how her room looked. He loved it just because it was hers.
“So tell me my darling angel, how was school today?”
“Fine.”
“No Y/N. We’re not doing this bullshit today. What happened?”
“Nothing, just this dumb bitch Penelope C.”
“God, I hate that Penelope C piece of shit.” He said, matching her same angered tone.
“Rich, you don’t even know her babe.”
“I trust your opinion of her, if you hate her, I fucking despise her.” Y/N grabbed her boyfriends face wasting no time in making out with him. She pulls back and just looks at him stunned.
“Why was that the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me?”
“What can I say? I know what drives the ladies crazy.”
“I’m sure of it.” She said sarcastically. Richie did his signature puppy dog eyes, and her icy heart was thawed. She gave him one more peck to the lips, and then began placing pecks scattered all over his face. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her to be beneath him. He began tickling her relentlessly. Her laughter filled the room, yet also drained her. She pried him off of her. The two lay side by side, heads turned to make eye contact.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.” Richie said. Y/N moved her head closer and gave him one more soft kiss.
Music softly filled the car. Richies hand was placed gently in Y/N’s lap, his thumb absentmindedly grazes her leg. Her eyes were wandering, looking at each driveway, house, mailbox and road. One day, hopefully, her and Richie would be driving to their own house. They would pull into the driveway and go inside to see their pets or their kids. Her future with him seemed bright. A wide smile creeped across her face as did a light blush.
“What’s got you so smiley?” Richie said, glancing away from the road to look at her.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“You were thinking about me huh?”
“Yeah…” Y/N said embarrassed.
“Tell me all the dirty little details, my darling angel.” He said cockily, smirking towards the road.
“Ugh, Richie don’t be gross. I wasn’t thinking about that.”
“I’m sorry, but is it so hard to believe that my hot girlfriend is thinking about her incredibly sexy boyfriend?”
“Oh shut the hell up.” She said through her laughter. He started faintly laughing with her.
“What were you really thinking about?”
“Just about what it would be like to have a future together. And what it would be like to drive to a home of our own with things of our own.”
“You really want a future with me?”
“Of course I do.”
“I can’t wait for it then.” He said smiling, transferring his hand from her thigh to her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, before Y/N had the idea to stir the pot.
“Oh and Richie?”
“Yeah?”
“Think of all the sex we could have in a house of our own.” She said with a smirk as they pulled into her driveway.
Bev wandered around Y/N’s room as she was chaotically putting away her laundry all over her room.
“Jesus, everywhere I turn, there’s Richie.” Bev said breaking the silence, making Y/N giggle to herself. “You really like that dumbass don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.” Y/N stopped for a moment to think about Richie Tozier before continuing,“I can’t help but think and talk about him all the time. He makes me feel so safe and loved, and he always makes me laugh harder than anyone else. I want everything from him- the highs, the lows, and everything in between. I want to tell him everything about my day and i want to hear about the trivial shit he talks about like the traffic coming to see me or what bill did at lunch that day. I like him so so much. I lo-love him.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda gross.” Bev joked with Y/N. “I’m happy for ya Y/N/N, as annoying as he is, he is a really good guy.”
“God, he is so annoying… but it’s kinda why I love him.” The girls continued their night as planned, but the thoughts of how Y/N felt about Richie never left.
As soon as Bev left her house early the next morning, she hopped in her car and went over to Richie’s house. Bev always had to leave super early because of her dad, so Y/N knew she couldn’t just knock on the Tozier’s door. She climbed her way up a tree and across some of Richie’s roof in order to knock on his window. A shirtless and boxer clad Richie came the window groggily.
“What are you doing here darling angel? It’s fucking 7 am.” He said, rubbing his eyes and through a yawn.
“I just really gotta talk to you.” His eyes widened at that sentence. He ushered her in and onto his bed. She sat for a few seconds and then stood up to pace a small line.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” Richie said.
“I just…I like you so much it’s gross.” Y/N said looking right at him. “And you were right.” She said with a roll of the eyes and a light stamp of her foot.
“What? What do you mean ‘I’m right’?”
“That very first night we met, hell the very first moments we met. You were right, I did fall for you.”
“Y/N…” Richie said quietly, coming up to bring his body flush to hers, just the moment at the party.
“I love you Richie.”
“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” He said, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N sure was glad he was the one she gave her heart to.
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Another jealous!Cassian please! 🙏 Modern Au. Nesta is secretly getting sparring lessons to impress a certain Illyrian (maybe from Balthazar?). Cassian owns the gym. This exchange: "Nesta, please tell Cassian not to fire me. He's getting suspicious." --"what makes you think that?". "Ummm maybe because at this morning's meeting he told everyone there's no sex allowed in the training ring???" 🔥🔥🔥
Oh anon this took a truly delicious turn that I personally am obsessed with so I hope you like it too!!!
That stupid, arrogant, prick! It was this monologue that got Nesta out of bed every morning lately. The reminder that her boyfriend was a stupid, arrogant, prick.
Protect her, please! Protect her?! Nesta Archeron? As if she was some little kitten and not a lioness with claws. Long claws. Sharp claws. Claws that she was going to dig into his fucking neck after another few lessons.
Maybe some people would have found it cute. Would have smiled and curled into their boyfriend’s big strong chest when they made the comment Cassian had.
A little over a month ago Nesta had tried to convince Cassian to skip a workout and stay in bed with her all day. And he- the stupid, arrogant, prick- said that he had to stay big and strong so he could protect her.
HAH!
Sure, waking up at 5am to train with Bal every morning so she could sneak out of the Judo gym that Cassian owned before it opened had been tiring, but man would it be worth it the next time he pulled that macho shit on her and she just flipped him right onto his admittedly very muscled back.
“You have to tell Cassian we’re doing this. He’s going to fire me.” Balthazar wasn’t in his gi. He was wearing sweatpants and a too-tight T shirt. Which pissed Nesta off because she assumed it meant they wouldn’t be having a lesson that morning. And here she was, stretched out and suited up at the ass crack of Dawn on a Saturday.
“What? Why would you say that?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe because at the meeting before the gym closed last night he told everyone that the training ring wasn’t for having sex in before the gym opened. He was fucking pissed and I don’t think he’d be any less pissed if he found out it was his girlfriend I was sneaking in here every morning. It was a fun idea but it has to stop.”
“Ugh,” Nesta grumbled. “I’ll deal with this. Go.”
So she sat down on the middle of the training ring. Stripped off her gi and sat there in bike shorts and a sports bra until her bear of a boyfriend walked in the front door with a stupid, cocky, knowing smile on his face.
“How long have you known?” She glared daggers at him.
Cassian laughed, jumping into the ring with her. “Nesta Archeron wakes up before 10am on a Saturday? Less than a week after I offer to be her big strong protector?”
“You set me up!” She accused.
“I’ve been trying to get you to train with me for a year. Drastic measures had to be taken, my love.”
Nesta rolled her eyes. “You didn’t have to terrify Balthazar like that.”
“No,” Cassian admitted. “I didn’t, but it was just so fun.”
“He thinks you’re in a jealous rage.”
“Maybe I am,” Cassian smirked, moving closer to Nesta, slipping his hands around her waist and running his calloused thumb across the bare strip of skin between the bottom of her sports bra and the top of her shorts. “Maybe I’m so jealous I’m going to challenge him to a duel for your hand.”
Nesta scoffed, grabbing his wrist how Bal showed her and twisting backwards. When that was done, she hooked a heel behind the soft spot at the back of his knees and used her angle to wretch backward. Cassian stumbled and fell to his knees, but it wasn’t the full take down she was hoping for. “I’ll fight for my own hand, thank you very much.”
“Challenge accepted,” Cassian grinned, reaching up to grab her forearm and set his other hand on her thigh, pulling down so that she fell hard on her side.
“Ow! That’s illegal!” Nesta sat back up.
“You aren’t wearing a Judogi. Everything is illegal.”
“Fine.” Nesta talked across the room and grabbed her gi. Muttering and swearing under her breath the whole time she put it on.
They bowed, half mockingly, but even in this petty match, Nesta knew Cassian would never ignore one of the fundamental components of the martial art he loved so much.
Nesta gripped Cassian’s jacket. He gripped hers. The initial struggle lasted long enough, and Nesta held her own well enough, that Cassian gave her an approving nod.
“Good, Nes. He taught you well.”
“Well enough to beat you!” She pulled back hard, attempting a throw that had taken Balthazar down, but Cassian was bigger. Quicker. Steadier.
“He can’t even beat me,” Cassian smirked, easily grappling and kicking one leg out from under her so that she landed flat on her back and was completely pressed under him. “So I don’t see how he could teach you to. You’ll have to train with me if you want to win, love.”
Nesta growled, kicking her leg out. Cassian caught it quickly. “TIMER!” He yelled and a very smug looking Azriel appeared out of absolutely fucking nowhere like the weirdo shadow boy he was.
Nesta knew he was watching the clock until Cassian had held her down for twenty seconds, achieving Ipoon and winning the match.
Nesta flailed and used every move Bal had taught her to slip out of a hold, but it was no use.
“Sorry Nes, I’d normally let you win since you actually are doing really well,” condescending prick. “But the stakes are just too high here.”
Stakes? What stakes?
“Twenty!” Azriel called out. Cassian grinned, pressed a kiss to Nesta’s temple, and let her up.
“Thanks brother.” Cassian walked over and took something small and square out of Azriel’s hand.
“Cassian what are you-“
“Now now Nes, don’t be a sore loser. You agreed to this.”
“Agreed to what?” Nesta turned to glare at Azriel who raised his hands in mock surrender as if to say you’re the one dating the crazy man don’t look at me.
“We were dueling for your hand, remember?” He grinned and Nesta almost fell backwards as he dropped onto one knee and popped open the box he’d taken from Azriel. “And I won.”
Nesta stared. Stared down at the ring. THE ring. The one she’d sent Gwyn months ago. How long had this bastard been planning this!
“I love you,” Cassian said. “Nesta Archeron I love everything about you. I love how pissed off you get when I offer to protect you. I love your glares every bit as much as your smiles. I love that right now I am on one knee, proposing to you, and you’re still just pissed off that I beat you and thinking that you will pin me one day too,” he smirked, “to the Judo mat, but I’m not going to train you unless you marry me so you’ll never get that satisfaction unless you say yes.”
Nesta paused for a minute. A smile tugging on her lips. “Well I guess I don’t have a choice, then.”
“No,” Cassian slipped the ring onto her finger and stood up as quickly as he could to wrap Nesta in his arms and kiss her, “you don’t.”
“Hey Cass?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” she murmured against his lips. “And I’m gonna kick your ass.” Nesta grabbed his jacket, pushing on his knee instead of pulling this time, and he went right down. Point to Nesta. Just how she like it.
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What Are The Odds?
JungwooxReader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: semi public (restroom) penetrative. some grabbing and groping @ the beginning.
Note: if you’ve never played what are the odds here’s a very brief explanation. Person A wants something from person B. Person A asks what are the odds, person B says a number, for example 25. Both person A and B say a number between one and the given number and if they both say the same number person A wins. I know some people do extra rules sometimes including numbers divisible by 2 or something idk but i don’t care. 💜
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“Jungwoo, get your hand out of my pants.”
It was a harsh command, your words coming out quiet but sharp as you spoke through your teeth. Your less than forceful grip wraps around his wrist, and your foggy mind weakens the way you push at his wandering hands.
“You’re not wearing any pants,” he counters, far too serious for your liking and his greedy fingers desperately trying to dig deeper into your underwear shamelessly.
“Oh so a skirt gives you permission to be a pervert,” you swat at his hands again, huffing and pinching his skin as you turn every direction in search of your friends coming back, “they’re going to be back literally any second so can you please behave?”
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“You’re no fun,” he finally obliges, his tone completely joking as he accepts defeat but not before pinching the skin of your belly in retaliation, “if they walk over and my hand is in your underwear, I think that’s their fault for being friends with us.”
Exactly on the queue of your hand connecting with his shoulder in an annoyed wack, you see your friends returning to the food court table you two sit at, completely oblivious smiles on their faces as they balance trays of food.
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“What are the odds?”
“Hrm?” a small sound of confusion slipping out from around the mouth full of food you’re struggling to chew.
It was a small lull in conversation and everyone started to trickle into their own side conversations that had prompted Jungwoo to lean over and breath hotly against your ear with the sudden and confusing question. He had an issue with bringing you into the middle of a conversation that he had started only in his head, luckily for him you had a tendency to find it a bit charming, but at the moment your mind was occupied on willing yourself not to choke.
“What are the odds,” he speaks slower this time, as if a change in pace adds any context in the slightest. You finally look more at him, and notice that he’s all twitchy where he sits, his hands wringing together as he seems anxious and giddy for something to happen, “that you follow me to the bathroom right now.”
“For what?” you ask with a faux ignorance, only partially hoping it’s not for the reason you’re thinking.
“What do you mean for what?” he asks a bit louder than he probably intended, pulling the attention of one of your friends momentarily, but an eye roll and a shake of the head from you perfectly portrays ‘don’t worry, Jungwoo is just being Jungwoo.’
“You know exactly for what,” he speaks in a tone that makes you feel like you’re being scolded, but after a rough swallow, you can only smile at his dramatics, “so what are the odds?”
You huff quietly, dropping your fork clattering onto your plate to add dramatics, your bottom lip becoming your own personal chew toy as you glance around the relatively empty food court and preoccupied friends.
“Fifteen,” you finally respond after a moment of him doing nothing but glaring at you in anticipation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to follow him and cause some chaos, but you feared saying ten would look too eager, and twenty just left more of a chance of it not happening than you wanted. Yes, you wanted to leave it to fate, but there’s nothing wrong with manipulating fate just a little.
“Fifteen,” he confirms with a grin, his legs wiggling beneath the table as he turns to face you more, his shoulders slouching and his eyes widening as he waits for your completely undivided attention to lay on him before counting down.
“Three, two, one....”
“Eleven.”
It’s in their air, same word, same number, but two different voices speak it. With a sinking heart, but warming belly, you throw your head back with a sigh when you realize he’s won.
“Excuse is up to you, since you’re such shit at what are the odds,” he taunts, only one dial of annoying away from calling you a nerd and taking your lunch money, “but you better be in the single person bathroom in ten minutes or you’re in trouble.”
He stands, giving some unnecessarily detailed explanation about where he was going before tripping over his feet towards the bathroom he’s been eyeing since the idea popped into his brain. You can only sink down into your seat and glance at the time on your phone as you wait for the perfect moment.
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It was exactly eleven minutes after Jungwoo had disappeared that you decided to stand yourself, hoping he actually found a way to follow through on his earlier threat.
You mutter something about drinking too much water this morning, and a promise to check on Jungwoo if he still wasn’t out when you were done in hopes to mask what you’re really getting up to do. The chorus of acknowledging grumbles and a few playful ‘have fun’s seemed to be reassuring enough, and with a tug at the hem of your skirt, you're scurrying towards the bathroom you saw your boyfriend disappear into not long ago.
You stand at the door for a moment, pushing it another minute past your time limit partially to make the boy on the other side of the door squirm, but also to wrap your mind around what you’ve let him convince you to do.
It’s when you hear him quietly hiss in pain from messing with something he probably shouldn’t be touching at all, that you let out an airy laugh through your nose and lean against the locked door.
You knock gently at the door, whispering a taunting ‘guess who?’ in between taps, and before you could step back, he swings the door open, and you’re stumbling in.
“I said ten minutes,” he wastes no time scolding you for your poor listening skills, his hands grabbing for your waist and pushing your chest against the wall, “ten minutes is a perfectly reasonable time to come up with an excuse and follow your boyfriend to the bathroom to fuck isn’t it? So what could have possibly taken you so long?”
“Well, Jungwoo,” you start, fully prepared to pull something incredibly stupid out of thin air to use as an excuse, but when he presses his hips against your ass and you feel just how excited he had gotten just from his wandering hands earlier, you begin to stutter over your words, “m-maybe I just umm lost track of time?”
“Lost track of time?” he asks in a sarcastic and even borderline bitchy tone, “definitely doesn’t have anything to do with a little threat I made without even thinking earlier would it? Pfffft no how could it?”
You can’t even bite back, deliver the same level of idiotic sass that had attracted you two to each other in the first place. Not with your face pressing against the cold wall and his hands moving faster than you can process down towards your thighs.
He lets out quiet grunts of appreciation when he starts to push your skirt up and around your hips, a big evil smile crawling across his face when he sees that he had guessed perfectly correct, and you were in fact wearing his favorite pair of panties. (He swears he could pick them out from millions of pairs just from the way the elastic bites into his wrist.)
You’re pressed tighter against the wall, your panting breaths almost syncing with his own when he starts to roughly grind his denim clad crotch against you. His lack of snarky comments from the ways you’ve started to whine tells you you’ve lost him, and your thighs start to shake and tremble as you squeeze them together tightly, trying to relieve the pain from your sudden neediness and impatience.
“Jungwoo come on,” you whine, swinging your arm aimlessly behind you to swat at him, “we don’t have all day, they were already getting weird about how long you were taking before I left.”
“Fuck okay,” he says with hesitation before pulling away enough to shove your underwear down to pool around your ankles while muttering to himself.
You begin debating in your head whether or not you should touch yourself, before answering yes, you absolutely should, when you hear him struggling with his belt.
The first minuscule touch of your middle and ring finger touching your clit makes you gasp and press your forehead against the wall, the circling motions falling just short compared to the way he knows how to touch you and you can only huff in frustration from the stupidity of your own hand not knowing exactly what to do.
It’s the sound of his jeans falling around his knees and a small clicking of a cap that pulls you from your inner grumbling, but it’s the cold shock of the jelly on his fingers pushing between your thighs that makes you jerk your hand away from your body to mirror the other laying flat by your head.
“Why do you have lube?” you ask in shock and even a bit of arousal from how much curveball he could be, but you’d never admit the second part willingly to his face.
“I think the better question is why don’t you?” he asks with an air of arrogance as he pulls his fingers away and begins to audibly coat himself in the substance, “looks like im the prepared one between us for once.”
“Yeah prepared for something you weren’t even sure was going to happen.”
“Yeah but you’re letting it happen aren’t you? Loser,” regardless of the name that he throws at you, he seems to have lost his patience with the back and forth you two have started. So with the last last syllable still slipping between his teeth, the hand he doesn’t have wrapped around himself grabs you around the waist and he’s shoving himself almost completely inside you.
You don’t have time to muffle the surprised moan that falls from your tongue, instead all you can do is pray no one was close enough to the bathrooms to hear it as he starts to rock his hips against yours.
“Can’t judge me for the lube now can you?” it was rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t you would have been able to answer him. With the second thrust into you, he had already been able to seat himself fully into you, the size of him still shocking you to this day and you can only clench and squirm against him.
His hands are clumsy as the trace around your body. His non dominant hand struggles to push under the hem of your shirt to grasp at your chest, while his other dips below the skirt he was so thrilled you had chosen to wear in search of the space between your thighs.
His breath is hot and quick pants when he leans his chest against your back and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. You almost feel like you’re suffocating from how much he begins to surround you and you really for the life of you cannot think of a worse placed to pass out in than a food court bathroom with your boyfriend fucking your brains out.
It’s when his own fingers dig into your clit and his warm tongue drags up the side of your neck, so you remember the existence of your own hands. You shove one up your now stretched out top to tangle tightly with the one he has kneading your chest, while the other slams tightly against your mouth to muffle the moans and squeaks that now beat against it.
“I wanna make you come so fucking hard,” he grunts in your ear with every ounce of honestly he can pull from his chest, his hips showing you exactly how truthful he is with the way they thrust roughly against you, pushing and pulling you apart in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to take you apart at the seams, “wanted that since I saw you put on that cute little skirt on this morning. You just live to taunt me don’t you?”
You can’t answer, too afraid that taking your hand even the slightest amount away from your mouth will expose to the whole food court exactly what’s happening behind the closed door. Instead all you do is push back against him, trying hopelessly to match his thrusts and getting a sharp bite to the soft skin of your neck in retaliation.
“Better come quick before they think we got lost in here,” he says too coolly, his ability to not sound like he’s on a brink of orgasm when you know for a fact he is almost driving you up the wall. But unfortunately, his words and the fact that you're just as much, if not closer to your finish than him, has you melting back into his chest.
Even when your thighs begin to tremble, and you accidentally step back onto his foot, his fingers don’t stutter in the slightest. The arm pushing against your chest keeps you from squirming away from him, and even with your thighs trying to push him out, he keeps his fast and unrelenting pace on your hypersensitive clit.
You’re pushing up on your toes, his one foot still getting crushed under your weight, and your neck inhumanly arching to lean your head against his shoulder as you start to come. You can hear the faint growling noise you make from behind your hand, but your mind is too busy blanking out to control anything that comes from your mouth.
You feel your eyes watering as his fingers keep moving against you to carry you through your orgasm, his own finally creeping up and making him shove himself fully inside you as he starts to come.
The feeling of him spilling inside you creates borderline unbearable waves of aftershocks to wash across you, and you can feel your body fluttering around him as you try to ruin his brain just as much as he did your own. It’s almost like a small competition sparks between you to fight against your own pleasure just to simply torture the other, but eventually once your both sporting lines of sweat on your hairlines and aching shoulders and back do you silently call it a truce.
The small room suddenly feels too hot for either of you to be anywhere close to it, but you’d rather scream than let him take his hands away from your body. You’re more than glad to shove his fingers away from your buzzing clit, but you still keep it wrapped tightly in your fist the way you do to his other.
When he pulls out you feel a disappointing emptiness but an even more embarrassing rush of fear of the evidence of his orgasm leaking onto the floor, so all you can do is whine and squeeze your thighs back together again while you and him both catch your breaths.
“Come on,” he whispers, and that and the way his hands smooth over your burning skin is almost sweet, until he swats at your ass harshly before he starts to pull his jeans back onto his hips.
“Didn’t feel like I was in much trouble,” you loudly sigh in both faux disappointment but also to help even your breathing, “guess you’re all bark and no bite puppy boy.”
He glares to the best of his ability, but his still animated brows and pouting lips makes him look hilariously cute, “you think you’re getting punished in the bathroom? Absolutely not, I’m a man of class and respect.”
“Man of respect? You just fucked me in a public toilet after a game of what are the odds.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies, weirdly focused on redoing his belt and avoiding your eyes, “anyways we should probably go, they probably already think the chicken I got was bad or something.”
“You go,” you push him aside gentle before you begin a awkward trip towards the toilet in the corner, “I’m going to get rid of the mess you made and pee all you’re gross boy germs out so you go and please try to come up with an excuse that won’t make us both look like freaks okay?”
“On it captain,” he salutes to you before ducking out in a way that makes you question if you really truly let him just put his dick inside you, but with a growing need to pee you push it aside to waddle with haste.
It’s not until you shuffling back to the table in what you assumed was a discreet walk of shame do you realize he’s done the opposite of what you asked, as when you finally reach within hearing range to the table you’re immediately met with jeers and taunts about you and your boyfriend being insatiable freaks. But at least Jungwoo has the decency to look a little ashamed and maybe even a dash of apologetic.
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