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newttxt · 1 year
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crystal-hedgiess · 15 days
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google search how do i keep my current obsession and bring in a second obsession at the same time without having a whole breakdown about """losing""" the current thing to the next thing
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OH WHAT EXCELLENT TIMIJG. KILLS MYSELF
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tittyinfinity · 1 year
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Me: Hey, please don't message/call me multiple times when I'm not responding, I don't have social energy every day and it gives me anxiety when the notifications pile up
Person: ok, this means still call & message you through text and messenger repeatedly, but this time I'll start off my messages with "I'm not trying to invade your space..." "I know you're an introvert but..." "Sorry I'm calling but I know sometimes you need a little push to be social..."
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orcelito · 9 months
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You know those posts that have u nearly getting super vitriolic in the tags & u have to dial it back a bit like "no, no one wants to read about your mommy issues. Chill it."
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perenlop · 1 year
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just realized its been a year since we’ve seen my shitty uncles family and almost a year since we’ve totally cut them off :D
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iamjessemccartney · 2 years
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#im gonna lose my mind and unfortunately not in a fun way#teacher im interning with texted me earlier telling me not to go in to school today bc she has covid#because ive been with her all week and she hasnt been wearing a mask at all i've been hella exposed#i had to drive to target to get tests because i took the One we'd had left in the pantry. and THEN found out it was expired#soon as i get in my car. turn it on. light that tells me i need air in my tires is on and i mean Immediately#i LITERALLY put air in my tires just under a month ago. i remember this because it was the first day of metro con.#and i did it on the way to the con. dressed as a fucking anime girl.#i decide i dont give enough of a shit about my tires because of that and bc i need to go fucking covid test myself so i drive to target#i park. as i pull into a space i FEEL my car do some fucking stupid shit. i go into the store. i come out.#i get to the first stop sign on my way out of the parking lot and i can tell my car is Sinking down on the front left tire#quarter of the way home my tire is completely flat#i get less than 2 minutes from the house. my car sounds like it's going to explode because im practically driving on my fuckin rims#and i have to call my mom to tail me the rest of the way in case my fucking car blows up or some shit#there was a HUGE fucking tear in my tire.#i take one of my new covid tests. comes back negative. go to sams club (masked) with my parents to get a new tire#i fucking get home and i get reminded of the fact that covid may not be detectable within the first few days :)#which means the plans i'd made for saturday had to be cancelled :) and while they have since been resolved i am Still#Upset#because today has just been BULLSHIT#by FAR i have had worse. but im having this day Right Now. and right now. i am upset.
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angelmotifs · 2 years
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girllll this whole getting a job thing is not working out and its not even my fault this time
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nerdie-faerie · 1 year
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What an awful way to start my Saturday
#personal#ace is a mess#Tag talk#im so annoyed was gonna spend the day in a bookshop reading and then work on my writing as well was gonna be so good but instead#wake up to my period showing up early with worse cramps than usual. alarm hasnt even gone off yet but no way can i sleep#whatever its hair washing day anyway might as well just get straight in the shower. can barely stand to brush my teeth im in so much pain#so i just take some ibuprofen and go to shower which was a stupid idea 1 cus im hypoglycemic 2 apparently ibuprofen can irritate your#stomach which i did not know beforehand#its fine at first the hot water is helping with the cramps somewhat while im waiting on the painkillers but i start feeling lightheaded#while trying to wash my shampoo out and the hot water is actually making the feeling worse so im trying to rinse in short bursts#but of course then my vision gets fuzzy so i stop tryna rinse my hair and just breath through but nope. im gonna pass out#which im absolutely not allowing in a communal shower turn the shower off and sit down tryna breath through it again. really regretting not#eating at this point especially as im starting to feel nauseous which i always get whrn#when i havent eaten. after a couple of minutes start to feel clearer but my cramps are getting impossible to ignore again#i still havent eaten and have shampo still in my hair and im just gonna keep feeling worse until i eat so just need to hurry up and finish#turn the shower down so its almost lukewarm so it hopefully doesnt happen again. get all the shampoo out and get the conditioner on#when the nausea comes back full force and im not sure if its just cus im hungry now or if im actually gonna throw up#turn the shower off and get out and oh of course yep this is the time that im throwing up but theres no food in my stomach just bile#speed through the rest of my shower and get back to my room to text my mum letting her know im fine but will the painkillers still#work if ive since thrown up. she calls me asking if i was taking them for a hangover while im sorting out breakfast then explains#that yeah ibuprofen can make you throw up cus its irritating to your stomach particularly on an empty stomach but cus i took#them on an empty stomach at least half a dose shouldve gotten into my bloodstream first if not more she then asked if i was close enough#with any of my flatmates to ask them to go out and get chocolate for me when i said i didnt have any in nor any hot water bottles which#im not close with any of them and i dont fancy asking flatmates for favours when i just wanna curl up in a ball
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thvhoe · 3 months
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Sweeter Than Fiction | JJK
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PAIRING: Boxer!Jungkook x Ballerina!Reader
GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXING AU, DANCE AU, SMUT, FLUFF ANGST
WORDS: 15K
SUMMARY:
Youre so in love yet miles apart–when navigating trust and distance–What's left to lose? Besides yourselves.
WARNINGS: Angst, JUNGKOOK SMOKING, toxic mom, toxic mindsets, high expectations, mom living her dream through y/n, naive Oc (lowkey), drugs, Jungkook is mad and sad and curses a lot, they are SO whipped for each other, MRS. CHUU SLAYYYYY, its kinda sad tho-, cursing, they're complete opposites, cringe nicknames (obviously), ANNOYING inner thoughs AGAIN, reader is insecure (even more now) shes sad :(, emo boy Jk, inexperienced reader, she feels anxious and alone, bad thoughts
A/N: lord have mercy
You can't pinpoint the exact moment you returned to the hotel, got off your sweaty clothes and into the shower. It was as if time had stopped and everything around you was unreal. The water streaming down your shoulders, hips, and legs, eventually collecting at your feet, scarcely registered in your mind.
You let out a big sigh as you reach for a bottle of shampoo and began massaging it into your hair, savouring the unhurried and careless action. After all, you didn't have anywhere else to be anyway.
Youre pretty sure your moms fast asleep, so you could take your sweet time getting ready for bed, doing your way too long skincare and maybe putting on a movie while youre at it.
The thought of some much needed selfcare puts a smile on your face.
Tomorrow, when you drive back, the trip that would normally take only two hours would probably seem to last forever or to pass in the blink of an eye. Youll soon find out. It's almost as if you've been gone for a few hours, not a whole day.
Everything passed by so fast...the competition, the performance, the drive back to the hotel. It all passed in the blink of an eye and its almost as if your body is moving on its own at this point, your soul just existing within.
Now staring at the mirror fresh out the shower a hollow version of yourself reflects in it, eyes staring into your own as you refelct on every decision that lead you to meet Jungkook.
What would have happened if you hadn't sneaked away to the beach that day? What would have happened if Jungkook hadn't shown up? What if you hadn't scolded him?
"The fish... you know, you could've unintentionally harmed them with the size of those rocks you threw,"
"Fuck the fish,"
"I don't care about some damn fish,"
A giggle leaves your lips at the memory, your hand brushing over your face to clean of the rest of the makeup from today.
You notice a pool of red and grey forms in the water. You can't help but feel relieved as you wash your face, knowing it's now cleaner than it was before.
Its relieving
Applying makeup has always been your least favourite aspect of ballet. Sure, it made you look nice, but taking it off was always a pain. You actually looked better without it, in your opinion. However, whenever you applied makeup, especially when you had a date with Jungkook, there was still a sense of excitement and fun.
Aaand there he was again, filling your thoughts all the time.
Jungkook
Jungkook
Jungkook
Your mind wanders to what hes up to. Was he thinking about you, as well? Or had he gone on with his life?
It's a scary thought.
Maybe that was it? That he might have ended your relationship that day by abruptly leaving your house.
You take deep breath in then out again.
Calm down.
The possibility had never occurred to you before. Could that have been his way of silently saying "we're done"? The ambiguity persists, putting you in a fit of emotions and unresolved questions.
Theres no way hed broken up with you...right? Its true he hasnt texted you in a few days but thats...that was normal after a fight right?
But then again, you didnt even fight, hed just...left.
"Darn it," you murmur as you drop the moisturiser you were using, your hands trembling as you pick it up and close the lid, cleaning up the spilled product.
Fortunately, this diverted your attention away from the tension that was building up in your entire body as you turned off the light and went to bed, ready to leave first thing the next morning.
-
"Do you plan on staying in here all day?" Your mother's voice stops your train of thought, her small figure stationed at the hotel room's entryway.
You take a breather from cramming the last few items into your small pink Remowa suitcase, a gift from Mrs. Chuu on your 16th birthday five years ago.
The memory brings a grin to your face. While you've never been one to seek out the latest Chanel bag or any other high end brand, this thing holds a special place in your heart.
"For when i cant accompany to any competitions" she winks
Your smile grows wider, cheeks roud as you look up at her in adoration "wow" you sigh "thank you so much mrs. Chuu" you hug her tightly, causisng her to let out a huff, patting your back.
"Y/n!" Your mother's voice calls out again, leading you to zip up the bag and apologise to her as you walk to the door. Taking one last look at the room so you wont forget anything.
"Sorry," you begin, knowing that ignoring her is a fast way to irritate her. You've already crossd the line thanks to the shower and long skincare routine in the bathroom that disrupted her "precious" sleep last night. Oh well, you think, brushing off the slight inconvenience.
Your mom wouldnt accept a sorry anyway, so you wondered why you still continued to say it over and over again.
"Have you heard anything from Dad yet?How is his arrival in Australia going?" You ask nonchalantly as you walk past the beautiful reception of the 5 star hotel.
You feel a pang of regret for missing out on the breakfast buffet–you're a sucker for those, but it's too late, and you need to get home before dinner to enjoy the last rays of sun at the beach before it gets dark
"Hes doing fine," your mother says, nodding. "He's pleased with how well you did. I sent him the video of your performance yesterday," she says, a proud smile on her lips. The pride, however, isn't for you; it's because, once again, shes the center of attention of other parents. People admire her for your performance.
You notice how her sense of accomplishment grows with each competitionyou win.
There was a time she used to show you old pictures of herself when she was your age or even younger, she seemed happy, beaming with contentment.
That bliss, however, appears to have hidden deep within her, only to resurface when shes able to live her ballet dreams vicariously through you.
You really appreciate your mutual love of ballet.
Its something that bonds tbe two fo you together.
However, with each tournament you win and price you receive, you can't shake the idea that you're progressively transforming into your mother. What if you end up acting just like her? After all, like she often points out, you two were so similar when you were younger.
You sigh.
Sometimes You can't sleep at night because you're afraid of becoming just like her. You find yourself overthinking, considering whether or not you should have children in the future for that exact reason. What if you put your failed dreams on them, like she did on you?
Shaking your head you drift back to reality.
"Remind him to bring those cookies he got last time," you grin, recalling the treat your father brought back from his previous business trip to Australia two years earlier.
"Don't you think those aren't exactly healthy?" your mother asks as she slips into the car, dragging her new chanel bag with her as you get in from the other side. You roll your eyes.
"It's not like I'll eat them all in one go," you say with a sigh. "Plus, after yesterday, I think I deserve a sweet treat. I'm sick of the same rice and chicken routine," you complain, hoping to persuade her.
Your mother, on the other hand, chooses to disregard your complaints. So you make a mental note to text your dad about those cookies, determined to get what you want. Besides asking him how hes doing of course.
You: hope your flight wasnt too long, mom and i miss you.
You: do bring back some of the cookies you bought last time😋 love you
With that you turn off your phone, the car having started driving a few minjtes ago as you now stare out the window.
Going back home and having to face your problems again was the least you wanted to do right now.
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"Youre looking for y/n" she breathes out. And Jungkooks world clashes down.
Her words are soft. But hold more meaning than she probably knows. If she found out about you two, that would mean your mom would as well.
He remembers you telling him the two of them were close;
"They hang out from time to time for tea or lunch"
Shit.
Lie, Jungkook. Come up with a good fucking lie because this woman looks like she knows every fucking unholy thing hes ever done
"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about," Jungkook's voice trembled with agitation. His tattooed fists clenched hard at his sides, the pressure turning his knuckles white.
His skin was burning hot, the desire to take off his annoying leather jacket becoming stronger by the minute.
But he was out of here soon enough for him to need it again. So he kept it on. Sweat forming on his forehead.
Youd be so mad if you found out he was here without letting you know beforehand. Fuck. What was his plan anyway?
What would he have done if you were, in fact, here? Finishing up your class, cleaning up the mirror and floor, in your cute pink outfit-
Goddamnit.
"Im sorry for fucking running away from the truth like a fucking idiot" ?
Now thinkjng about it, Jungkook came here unprepared. More than he thought.
For fucks sake Jungkook, get it together.
It wasn't that he was unfamiliar with lying, or that he was particularly awful at it. On the contrary, hed lied about a bunch of shit in his life. Ditching school, ditching family funktions...
But this situation had him in a vice grip, choking the words right out of him. The questions that ran through his head were never-ending. How did she find out? That Was he the one? Did you tell her about him all along? Did she find out the truth on her own? His thoughts were a swirl of perplexity and distrust.
What. The. Fuck.
"If I hear one more obscenity from you, you'll be asked to leave," her calm but firm voice said. It was undoubtedly similar to how you had described her in the early days of your relationship–kind, yet demanding respect and obedience.
"Shes lovely...but you have to have a certain etiquette to..." you drift off, your eyes narrowing. "-to be on her good side?" You tilt your head and Jungkook tilts it right back "i think shed love you regardless, but lets still not...make a big fuss about us being together" you sigh
"Listen," he says, his voice husk and shaky "I don't belong here." His words vibrate through the air, heavy with his desire to leave. "And I'm not going to fucki-" Her strong gaze abruptly ends his sentence. So he takes a big breath and clears his throat before continuing. "What I mean is, I'm not going to pretend that I do."
His arms cross over his chest, creating a protective barrier. Its something hes always done, as if his much stronger-than-before arms would protect him from anything.
His palm then automatically seeks for the cold metal of his Harley keys in his back pocket not even a milisecond later, a way of showing his intention to leave.
But then the woman in front of him speaks up, her words slamming into him like a train. "Y/n left," she says, words piercing through him like a knife.
The words repeat in his mind, echoing in the vacant places of his heart. Even if she said it ten thousand times, he wouldnt believe it.
You...left?
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The travel home is relatively laid back, with only some soft music playing on the cars radio. As you get closer to Seoul, you notice the buildings getting bigger and the streets increasing, very different from what the countryside looked like just a few hours ago.
Home sweet home is only a few minutes away. And you can't wait to relax in your own bed, and maybe continue the book you were reading. One you bought with Jungkook a few weeks back.
Darn it.
On the other hand, the beach was calling, remindingbyou of your plans of watching the sun set this morning.
It would be a good way to relax, away from home, away from the proximity of your mom.
Just you and a few birds maybe, although it was getting colder...
Your lips purse as your mind wanders through many thoughts, your gaze examining the passing highways and farmland.
The clothes you're wearing become a little too snug, and the thought of changing into your comfy leggings and hoodie becomes more appealing.
What if you put on Jungkook's? The ones he "accidentally" left at your house?
Shit...
Would it be weird? Wearing your boyfriends or ex boyfriends–you still werent sure–hoodie?
You wonder if they'd still carry his smel–that combination of expensive cologne and a tiny hint of smoke
God you hated it. But it reminded you of him.
A sigh escapes your lips, and you notice your mother's faint eye roll in your peripheral vision. She, as always, refrains from asking any questions.
Good. You didnt want her to.
What would you say anyway?; "yeah im sad cause i have no idea if my boyfriend, that ive been keeping a secret from you for months now, broke up with me"?
Yeah right
You notice your lips getting dry as your fingers absentmindedly scrape away the remnants of chipped nail polish, causing you to grab for your favourite vanilla chapstick.
The familiar aroma reminds you of Jungkook, who, ironically, liked this exact chapstick. It's almost annoying how everything seems to point back to him. You can't help but wonder why the world keeps bringing him up. Even the clouds in the sky have become almlst symbolic- wait is that one shaped like his head?
You accidentally smack your head on the window, causing your mother's head to snap back in disapproval.
"Sorry," you mumble as you apply the chapstick and return it to the pink Dior bag.
You need to get out of here. Now.
A heavy sigh escapes your lips once more, and your mother appears to be about to speak out when the car abruptly comes to a halt.
You've arrived. Finally.
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"Class is at 5 tomorrow!" your mother yells from downstairs as you take two steps up the stairs, eager to get to your room
"Got it!" you yell back, without looking her in the eyes, not wanting to see the stern look she had in them.
Your bag swings violently from side to side, as if you're fleeing from someone, as you reach the last few steps–you're only trying to catch the sunset thats in...you glimpse at your phone–in exactly 25 minutes.
"You can't be late on your first day back after the competition," she adds, her words reverberating in your ears. As you rip your door open, discarding shoes and garments with eager eyes, quietly praying that your favourite leggings made it into Mrs. Lin's washing machine, you dismissively repeat your earlier statement.
After you, in fact, found your favourite leggings, you reach to your closet for a hoodie.
Your wardrobe was big, but each hoodie you see is either too thin for the weather or just plain ugly.
Ripping out a dark grey one hanging at the very end in a split second choice, you smile, only to see it's one of Jungkook's.
Shit.
But, really, could you expect anything else?
A quick peek at your watch informs you that there is no time for a wardrobe change, so you run back downstairs, praying your mother doesn't notice you wearing a man's hoodie...–under your raincoat at least.
It was supposed to rain today, so walking outside without a jacket wasn't a good idea.
The last thing you needed was to get sick now.
As you pass by the kitchen, a breeze messes up your hair, and the fragrance of coffee slows you down slightly.
Coffee at this hour?
A quick check to your right reveals your mother, clutching a mug of what you suppose is coffee and inspecting you.
Looking up and down, raising a brow and then going back to her magazines. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun like she always had, white expensive sweater over her petite frame as she browsed through what you assumed was the latest issue of vogue or some other of he magazines.
You made a mental note to steal them later to take a look as well.
"Where do you think you're going?" She speaks in that irritated, harsh tone that makes your fingers tingle.
Calm down y/n, you've done nothing wrong. Nothing.
"The beach?" you ask, out of breath from the haste of getting dressed, phone clutched in your hand, even if you didnt exactly need it. No one was gonna text you anyway, and music wasnt the vibe you were going for. It was raining anyway, your headphones would just get damaged.
"This late?" You mom speaks up after a second of finishing the last page and now fully turning her attention to you, something you hated. Feeling seen, by her–her judgement. What didnt she like about you today? Your hair? Your shoes? Your makeup?
Maybe too much make up? Or too little?
You merely nod as she snaps back. "Got a bit of a headache, thought some fresh air might help-" your sentence is cut off, your mom letting out an annoyed sigh as she opens another magazine, Elle, interesting.
You can tell she's trying to care. Sorta. But it never quite lands.
Each and every time. You witness her effort, and while it warms your heart to see her try, it also hurts you since she constantly gives up midway.
"You've been going out a lot lately," she says as she takes another sip of the hot beverage, making you choke as you gaze away from her, your fingers playing with the fabric of Jungkook's sweatshirt that's covered away by the coat. Thank heavens.
It's a difficult position, with a little drizzle beginning to fall outside your windows, making you sigh at the thought of taking a shower after returning from the beach. However, not even the weather could stop you from going out tonight.
You needed this.
Freedom.
Fresh air.
You take a deep breath in, then out.
You needed time alone. For real this time.
"Well, I've been making some friends at the academy, so I've been hanging out with them," you explain, a half-truth hanging in the air. Sure, you've made friends, perhaps more than friends, but not at the academy–rather the contrary.
You don't want your mother to dive into the details–instead, you wait for her to hum, look away, and let you go.
That is what you are wishing for right now. However, she surprises you by turning towards you, her brow furrowed, indicating she isn't going to let you off the hook so lightly.
"Really? Who? Do I know who their parents are?" The question catches you off guard, and you clutch your bag anxiously. Oh, no.
"You don't," you say a little too fast, almost stumbling over your own words before you catch yourself and breathe normally again
Your chapsticked lips let out a frightened laugh. Laughable. You mentally roll your eyes as your mother tilts her head. Please don't ask any more questions, please-
"I hope they're not distracting you too much, you know how I feel about that," she says with a shake of her head. "Perfection can't be achieved by anyone but-"
"Yourself," you finish her phrase, causing her to grimace. "I know," you confess. "I swear I'm fine," you say.
Well, you were, till you weren't.
Why does your mother have to speak to you now, of all times? You're on the verge of missing the sunset! So you take a few steps back saying "I'm going to head out now, I promise I won't be home too late," you say, your steps speeding with each syllable.
Ignoring her calls, you rush out the door, over the patio, into the small forest, and finally to the shore.
Only 10 minutes to go.
As you take in your surroundings, a smile spreads across your face. The sight of birds flying in the air adds to the beauty.
This is home.
The beach had a way of taking away your worries, making them disappear.
The slight aroma of Jungkook's cologne from the borrowed hoodie brings you back to reality as you stand there.
Talk about perfect timing.
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Despite Jungkook's initial attempt to remain calm and appear unconcerned about Mrs. Chuu's statements, the undeniable truth hung in the air–he came here for you.
Mrs. Chuu was onto him. That was for sure.
Yet, Jungkook avoids looking back at her for the first several seconds, allowing her words to sink in like heavy weights.
'She left.' The words repeat in his head like a endless loop, running marathons around his mind, each repetition amplifying ihis dizziness.
The, the realisation sinks in–he made a huge mistake. Obviously.
'What if' possibilities swirl in his mind like a storm.
"She's at a competition," Mrs. Chuu says, breaking the silence. "You must have really messed it up with her because she decided to participate very spontaneously." The weight of her words hangs heavy on Jungkook as he gulps and turns to face her.
Mrs. Chuu shakes her head in despair as guilt is engraved all over his usually composed features. "I offered her to go a few weeks ago, and for some reason, she immediately denied," she adds as Jungkook remains silent. "Now I know why."
Jungkook's brows knit in bewilderment as a realisation dawns, causing his face to relax for a brief minute.
You refused to go because of him?
You didn't want to be apart from him, even for a day?
The weight of that realisation strikes him like a punch to the gut.
Fuck.
He needed to fix this.
"I was surprised when her mother called me a day before and said she agreed to go after all," Mrs. Chuu's voice fades into background noise of Jungkook's rushing thoughts. As the gravity of the situation sinks in once more.
Then, he fjnally speaks up, his voice huskier than he expected. "Where is she?"
3 words. 3 words that change Mrs. Chuus features into something unreadable.
She sighs, her brow furrowed at him now, aggitated.
"Busan," she says as she crosses her arms. "She comes back tomorrow at around 7 pm.". She doesn't know why she is disclosing so much information to Jungkook. There's a nagging worry that he made a huge mistake, and you'll be mad at her for revealing your whereabouts in the first place.
What if you two had broken up and you never wanted to see him again? And here she was giving him all your information without hesitation.
But her gut was never wrong.
Jungkook's mere presence says a lot. He's come to make things righg, to admit he made a mistake. That must be a good thing, right?
"Busan?!" Jungkook groans, tossing his head back and pacing back and forth, muttering "fucking Busan" under his breath as he shakes his head. His hands play with the key of his harley, fidgeting nervously as he goes through option after option for a way to see you
Mrs. Chuu disapproves of his choice of words once again, forcing him to clear his throat and retort, "How am I supposed to get to Busan this late?" He almost whines, and Mrs. Chuu sighs as she comtinues on cleaning the mirror of the studio, leaving Jungkook to his own
"This boy" she mutters under her breath, making sure to bring him up whenever you have class again. Which was the day after tomorrow, that long she had to wait.
"I'll arrive there at the ass crack of dawn if i head there now" his words feel as helpless as theyre supposed to sound as he looks up the fastest way there on his phone, turning it off right after. It had no use. Youd be asleep whne he arrives.
Mrs. Chuu smacks him with the towel she was cleanig with, and he promptly apologises, easing the tension in the air.
He needs to go find you
Jungkook's thoughts are all over the place, making the room feel stuffy. He can't talk to you today since you're too far away, and calling you now would be a total jerk move. He may not be a relationship expert, but he understands that's not the way things go.
Checking his phone, a few strands of hair fall over his face. It's already 8 pm. Going to Busan at this hour? Yeah, not gonna happen. Plus, if you think about it, you'd definitely hate for him to drive so late at night.
With that in mind, he raises his head again, his eyes round and honest, a stark contrast to his dragon-like gaze just moments before. "Don't tell her mum," he exhales. "If she finds out y/n is with someone like me-" he runs his fingers through his hair, the leather jacket making an uncomfortable noise, breaking the silence.
Mrs. Chuu scoffs and turns back to him.
"What? Do you think I'm a traitor?" She sighs and shakes her head. "You've been with her long enough to know what would happen if she found out," she continues, now turning her entire body towards him, tossing the towel she was using to clean the mirrors as she steps forward.
Jungkook gulps.
"You're not the kind of guy I expected my Y/n-ie to be with," she grimaces before continuing and Jungkook nods, about to say something.
What exactly? He doesnt know. Fuck, he didnt know shit right now, his mind full of you, you and you.
"But she's never been this happy, so I won't say a word to her mum or anyone," she continues. Her face softens, and Jungkook finally sees what you see in her–love and care
It takes Jungkook a minute to process her words, having expected her to say anything but that. But hes glad, relieved that one of the most important people in your life approves of him. Well, sorta.
"Thank you," he exhales, slightly uncomfortably. He usually despised acting nice, but he wasn't acting right now–it was genuine.
There is a little pause before Mrs. Chuu sighs, "Now get out of here." If someone else finds you, you're in big trouble, young man."
Jungkook quickly obeys when she orders him to leave. Finally exiting the academy and heading straight for his black Harley.
His lungs fill with fresh air rather than the delicious perfume of the academy, and the weight lifts off his shoulders as if its never been there in the first place.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow hed talk to you, for real.
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The rain isn't as severe as expected, and you're relieved since it means you can stay at the beach a little longer without becoming too cold.
It was your last free day, or rather the last few hours before returning to your mundane ballet sessions from 5 am to 1 pm.
The early morning hours had an unmistacable allure that made you feel more productive, therefore the ideal 5 am wake-up call each morning.
But, you frequently found yourself staying in the studio for longer periods of time, going over techniques, polishing routines, immersing yourself in music, and analysing other performance films.
It was your way of relaxing after preactice, something you did instead of reading or redecorating your room for the 10th time in a month.
Being a dancer was definitely rigorous, a never ending pursuit of perfection, but it was also strangely peaceful and satisfying. It was your comfort zone, something you enjoyed doing.
Regardless of your mother's persistent pestering, in the back of your mind, you felt personal growth as you submerged yourself in the steps and melody
A shudder runs down your spine when the rain grows heavier
Jungkook's hoodie is incredibly soft and warm–none of yours came close. Then again, it could just be the fact that it was Jungkook's hoodie, because he had a way of making you feel warm without even being present.
You don't try to shift your thoughts this time. Perhaps this is exactly what you need right now–to let your thoughts wander, to reflect on the wonderful and difficult moments with him, the ups and downs, even if there were more ups than downs.
The thought makes you smile, your fingers lazily fiddling with one of the rings on your finger as you stare at the sea
The waves are quite aggressive, and the storm is getting stronger by the minute. Still, you want to remain a little longer–the sun is about to set, and maybe, just maybe, you'll see a shooting star and make a wish.
I want everything to turn out good, for both of us, youd wish. And if that means splitting up, so be it.
Jungkook and you both need to find happiness.
People, like the books you've read in your 21 years, aren't always meant to be.
The thought makes you shudder, why couldnt you have one good thing last in your life?
A nervous sigh escapes your lips as you detect a single small tear flowing down your cheek.
But you're quick to dry it up with some tissues youd packed in your bag at all times. Spotting your favourite vanilla scented hand cream, you also apply that one and take a wiff when you bring your hands close.
"That one smells like you, babe," Jungkook says softly beside you, handing you a what seems to be travel sized hand cream.
After taking a sniff, you sigh, "Vanilla?"
Jungkook simply hums against your neck in affirmation "sweet like my sugar" he teases
The piercing sound of thunder jolts you out of your reverie, and you take that as a sign and decide it's time to go back. The rain is getting heavier, and you don't want to be entirely soaked when you get home.
You hoped your mom had already gone to bed or was in the livingroom watching some of her shows when you arrived home, not wanting to deal with more questions.
You hum as you stand up from the rock under the tree where you were sitting and grab your yellow tote bag, letting it hand losely over your shoudler as you take the first few steps careful not to fall.
The sand scrunches up under your feet, and the slight wind of the storm makes you shiver
You take a different path than usual. You know the forest would be a muddy mess by now, so you choose a different route. As you stroll through the park nearby, rain patters on the leaves, creating a calming sound.
The distant roar of thunder adds urgency to your steps. You lips letting out a sigh when you still manage to spot a bit of dirt on your shoes.
Great, youd have to clean those up later.
Because your eyes are locked on the ground, you don't even notice a few people passing by. You don't want to engage in any more talks today.
Not wanting to ruin anyones mood with your own. You werent mad, nor sad, maybe it was a mix of all emotions at once. Anyway, you didnt wanna make anyone feel the way you felt right now.
Lost
Confused
Relieved?
When you trip over a rock that must have tumbled into the path, the odds don't appear to be in your favour. Your eyes instinctively close as you prepare for impact, gasping and anxiously groping for anything to stop a fall.
But the fall never occurs. Instead, two arms reach out and grab you before you hit the ground. A wave of relief washes over you.
Just what you needed right now. You mentally roll your eyes.
"Y/n?" A strangely familiar voice calls out to you, a hand softly smoothing over your now messy, damp hair as he gets a closer look at you.
Jimin.
Park Jimin is standing right in front of you, unexpectedly saving you from what you thought would be a day long headache.
Talk about wanting to be alone, but Jimin hasn't done anything to irritate you, so you force a smile on your lips–one Jimin knows is nonsense.
"Shit, what's wrong?" As he examines your face for scars or unfamiliarities, his voice becomes more concerned. When he doesn't find any, only smudged lip gloss and unclean mascara, he exhales a sigh of relief, his concern still written all over his features.
His, now too, damp hair is a few shades darker than his usual blonde, messy like yours, and his brows furrowed deeply
For a little minute, you remain silent, feeling burdened by the weight of what you should say. Lie? Tell him the complete truth and prepare for a long peptalk? The latter does not appeal to sound good, so you opt for a half lie. "Just a bad day," you sigh, hoping to minimise the situation. "Happens," you explain.
Jimin simply nods, removing his jacket and draping it over your head. It's a thoughtful gesture, and you appreciate it, but it feels wrong–too close.
You remind yourself that, last time you checked, you still had a boyfriend and you'd believe it unless Jungkook said otherwise.
Jungkook.
You needed to talk with him.
"Shit, be careful," Jimin says again as you slip on the damp ground, still reeling from the fall, or, almost fall from earlier
"Sorry," you mumble beneath your breath, a giggle leaving your lips at your clumsiness.
"Where are you going?" He asks, wanting this to feel less awkward. You feel bad, it was you who was making this weird in the first place.
Careful not to overwhelm you, he places his hand against your shoulder as he leads you across the street. "Home," you answer quietly, "I was at the beach," you add, your mind racing again, adrenaline rushing after your almost-fall.
"In this weather?" Jimin cries out, his bag of shopping–which you hadn't noticed until now–almost falling down.
"Careful," you chuckle, eventually looking up at him as you both pick up some tangerines that fell.
However, the euphoria is short lived as another, stronger thunder strike reverberates, this time sounding closer and the rain intensifying tenfold.
Darn it.
Looking about close to tears–because, for the love of God, you despise thunder–you see you're not even close to home. Instead, you're on a street that looks all too familiar.
Of for f-
Shit
-
In the early morning hours, the gym walls pulse with rapid beats of music. Motivation for those who need it.
People rushing in for an exercise, whether for a pre work session or simply because they're insanely over motivated.
Jungkook walks through the crowd, head held high, boxing gloves swinging from one hand, gym bag nonchalantly thrown over the other.
Walking inside the changing room, giving no flying fucks if someone greets him or attempts small talk along the way, he places his black designer workout bag in its official spot in front of the lockers.
Well
It's an unofficial rule–Jeon Jungkook's spot isn't officially marked with a name tag all shiny and golden, but everyone in the gym knows not to occupy it.
Crossing paths with Jungkook, especially if you want to be on his good side, is nearly impossible. He didnt talk to people that didnt benefit him. He's not arrogant about his celebrity status in boxing–he recognises it but dislikes broadening his social circle.
Jungkook appreciates his inner circle, and–some might say–you've earned a spot in it.
He shakes his head–hed earned one in yours.
As he thinks about you, a curse escapes his lips, realising that today requires him to do an outstanding performance to repair the damage done by being the shittiest boyfriend ever.
He cringes at the memory of himself walking out your room, to his harley, and leaving you standing there. Alone.
Feeling the weight of the day's stress, he runs his fingers through his hair. The gym is his saviour right now–so, he can vent his frustrations in the ring.
He almost feels bad for those unfortunate souls who were planned to train with him today–Namjoon won't arrive until later, and Coach Chan is out of town, leaving Jungkook with a solo session to release his pent up energy with somekne other than them
But for now, he'd ease into his regimen by doing a warm up by himself. Striding out of the changing room, grabbing his water bottle and shrugging off the stares of others in the room, he takes a nice spot near one of the punching bags, his hands already wrapped tightly–because, God forbid, you see his bruised up hands today, that would definitely result in a full fledged fit on your side.
Nonetheless, your scolding was preferable than having you being mad at him for any longer.
A slight smile appears on his face. In the middle of the thoights that linger in the back of his mind, the idea of you forgiving him becomes a motivator, a light of hope.
-
"You know he has a girlfriend right?"
Lisa's voice breaks through the gym's loud music–the usual suspects gathered around the ring, each in their own world–some hooked to their phones, others engrossed in watching people fight, and a few simply hanging out.
"Shark's" was the gym in Seoul, the big shot where everyone hung out. It had everything–a spa, an entire floor dedicated to showers, every training gadget imaginable, and, of course, the boxing rings.
That section was only for members like Jungkook though, professionals.
But then how could Wendy, Irene, and their gang get in here every day to keep an eye on the boys? Easy. Money
Wendy scoffs at Lisa's remark, locking eyes with Irene and exchanging a giggle that echoes throughout the gym.
Ew. Why were they here again?
"How long, though? I heard they haven't talked in days," Wendy giggles, ignoring the significance of the relationship even further, looking lisa up and down as if she was anything less than them.
Lisa rolls her eyes and shifts her sight to Jihyo, who is deep in conversation with one of Irene's friends. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for Jihyo–Wendy and her strange circle were the polar opposite of Lisa's interests.
Lisa watched the most of the matches religiously, having grown up in this gym due to her dad owning it.
She grew up on sports, boxing, and just the people around here in general
While her mom worked in teaching, her dad took care of this gym. Lisa had always been a daddys girl.
Wendy and her girls, on the other hand, only had a single goal, and their aim at this time was none other than Jungkook.
Well
Wendy has been after Jungkook for years now, which causes Lisa to roll her eyes again. The amount of times Jungkook has rejected this girl is more than one could count with their hands.
It was pathetic, really.
It must be exhausting for him. While some felt that this kind of attention bolstered their ego, others, like Jungkook, despised it, especially since he now had a girlfriend.
You
"Who said that?" Lisa responds, scanning the area for Jungkook, who is warming up at the punching bags.
He's been quiet recently, so maybe Wendy wasn't just talking shit for once–maybe something happened between you two.
She never got to meet you because of Jungkook's overprotectiveness and his tight rule against allowing you to come to the gym–something about "oh its too dangerous, too this too that yada yada"
She rolls her eyes again, her gaze returning to Wendy, Irene, and the other girls.
"People talk," Irene responds, both of them giggling as they see Jungkook's drenched form from afar. Lisa simply hums in response and grabs Jihyo's hand when she returns, abandoning the group and going over to him.
Enough gossiping for the day, the last thing Lisa wanted is for them to start pondering her about the guys again.
Lisa was a girls girl through and through...just not for these snakes.
"Sup, Kook," Jihyo js the first to speak up when they reach the ring, first bumping him after Lisa, earning a hum and nod from his part.
Damn
Jungkook ever the talkative
They've been friends since Jungkook began attending this gym. While Jungkook had a crush on her for...probably.even less than a day, Lisa quickly put him back in his lane when he discovered she doesn't swing that way. They've kept a strong friendship since then.
"Yo," Jungkook exhales, still a little winded from his warm-up, also greeting some other guys who enter the area.
His hair is damper than before and Lisa rolls her eyes when he takes his shirt off and throws it beside her, groaning she flicks him off.
"How much you think they'd pay for this one?" Lisa chuckles, indicating towards Wendy and her crew, who are ogling Jungkook's wet shirt.
Jihyo simply smacks her on the arm, mumbling, "Probably thousands."
"Shit, that's fucking nasty," Jungkook shakes his head, casually tucking his shirt into the bag he carried with him.
Their talk is interrupted by a few guys who start talking to Jungkook, and when they leave, lisa speaks up again
"Hey, just so you know," leaning against the wall and popping a gum in her mouth, lisa starts "the snakes are talking about you again, saying you and Y/n broke up or something."
Jungkook's face drops for a split second before groaning. "We're okay," he assures her. "I'm not planning on breaking up with her anytime soon."
He shakes his head, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel before nodding to one of the newcomers. "My turn," he says, motioning towards the ring before approaching it.
"Yeah, talk to you later, loser," Lisa jokes, rolling her eyes at him before sitting down at the benches close by with Jihyo, starting to set bets on whod win.
The answer is Jungkook.
It was always Jungkook
-
The rain is pouring so hard that you can feel every drop at this point, it hurt, your vission blurry as you can prpobably only see the first few meters in front of you before everything goes foggy. It doesnt help that its nighttime by now, providing even less light.
What exactly did you do in your past life to deserve this treatment.
A frown forms on your face. You never frowned. Not for no reason anyway.
But your day was going to bad, the drive with your mom, the the talk with her and then those intrusive thoughs about Jungkook. And you loved thinking about Jungkook.
Just...not right now. It hurt. It hurt thinking about him.
Another drop of water lands on your nose, and you flinch, wiping it away.
"Damn," Jimin mutters, scanning the area for cover as the storm grows. There are trees everywhere, just fucking trees, as if nature is making fun of you. You were in the middle of the city for heavens sake, how did you end up in the only area with no buildings?
This really felt like a joke. A bad freaking joke.
You also felt bad for Jimin who wouldve been at home by now if you hadnt bumped into him not even 15 minutes ago.
You were just bad luck if it was a person. Ruining everyones day.
But Jimin and you keep walking, looking for a convenience store or whatever, just something to hide you from the rain and warm you up. Because of course it was cold as shit too.
And your feet were wet. And so was your hair, and face. And you wanted to yell out. But you couldnt. And you wouldnt. Because thats not how your mom raised you.
"Sit still look pretty"
Darn it.
"There," Jimin says, pointing to a large structure with neon lights flashing. Of course, it's familiar.
You havent been here yet but darn it if thats not the exact building youve seen in the background of Jungkooks fotos several times.
"Whats that building" your head rests on his shoulder as you look down at his phone, in awe at the pretty neon lights that read 'Shark's'.
A smile forms on Jungkooks lips, piercing standing out even more now as he answers "my gym"
The white and grey walls, flashing lights from inside, and big windows letting you poeple watch.
Just great.
No really, lovely
You're almost wet, water dripping from your skin as if you'd just jumped into the sea–which you didn't, but Mother Nature didn't care.
You swallow hard as Jimin motions to the large building again.
There in bold neon lights the Sharks logo beamed in all its glory like it wasnt about to be your downfall.
Sharks, Jungkook's gym.
Because, obviously, there's nowhere else to go to escape the storm but your boyfriend's gym. Today couldnt get any better. Note the sarcasm
"Great," you mutter, "no really" you sigh again following your friend inside, because yes, this was about to be so awkward if Jungkook saw you like this, but also, you were so freaking cold that youd do anything for a warm blanket or even a shower.
It turns out that staying here wasn't just your idea–a swarm of others rushed in behind you, and many were already inside.
You're torn.
This is not how you planned to face Jungkook after so many days. So much and so little has happened since your last talk, and you're convinced that if he sees you like this, he'll just laigh and turn away. But then again, Jungkook wasnt like that.
Your mind, on the other hand, doesn't seem to grasp that message. It liked playing with you by painting worst case scenarios. Always.
"Doing alright? Look, they're handing out towels." Jimin, ever the gentleman, leads you to the lobby, where he grabs two warm towels for both of you to dry off.
You take your time, burying your face in it in case Jungkook happens to pass by. You're pretty sure he'd notice you from a mile away. Because you most certainly would
His dark hair. Sometimes long sometimes short. His many piercings. His broad shoulders and breathy laugh. Everything about jungkook stood out like a sore thumb. In the best way possible
"Im okay" you speak up after a while, answering the question Jimin asked way too long ago. You give him a small smile and its then that Jimin knew–youre definitely not.
-
"Hey, what's happening out there?" Lisa squints as she looks out the window on the fifth floor.
Rain was falling like a waterfall, and thunder was terrifying the fuck out of her girlfriend, who clings to her with her eyes screwed shut.
Not just her, though, most of the people inside this gym looked confused and terrified. It's been a long time since the weathers been this bad, and besides, it happened so fast.
"Shit," Lisa mutters, her phone flashing with a single notice amidst her messages–Hurricane.
-
"A fucking hurricane?" Jungkook mumbles, his gaze fixed on Lisa's phone. Shed rushed up to him immediately after to show him how severe the weather was outside–not like Jungkook had two proper working eyes that couldve figured that out if he just looked outside for a second
You hated thunder
It's much later now, and Jungkook has finally taken a break after hours of training, only to be confronted with this news.
A fucking hurricane, another thing stopping him from seing ypu and he might as well just break anything in sight. His chest heaving from anger and frustration and sadness and relief? That he didnt have to face the embarrassing truth just yet.
For fucks sake he might as well never talk to you if he continues this way, making excuses not to see you, not to talk tk you, not to make things right...like he should be doing.
"We can't go out right now," Jihyo says next to Lisa, "the news says it's best if we stay in."
Fuck the news. Is what he wants to say, but honestly the weather outside was not optimal to drive his harley in right now.
Youd hate for him to drive in the weather.
And there you were agian, occupying his mind. Your face, smiley as ever, your giggles ringing in his ears, your-
"Jungkook" lisa speaks up, trying to catch his attention by snapping her fingers in front of his face
But Jungkook no longer listens to her, his thoughts on you. Shit. Are you already at home? Or are you still driving back from husan? In that instance, what if you got in an accident and the last thing you remembered him for was being a jerk? No. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Hed go insane. Hed actually fucking go insane.
"She'll be fine," Lisa says, as if she could read his mind. Before taking Jihyo away from the window and the terrifying scene of the hurricane outside, her hand momentarily brushes his shoulder, as if to console him.
Goddamn it, today of all days. He couldn't even leave the gym, so how was he meant to go talk to you now?
It was now dark, and he should've been at your house a long time ago. Screw that.
How much longer can he prolong the talk until it was too late?
Until hed lose you.
When a drop of sweat falls on his nose, he wipes it away without hesitation. He needed a shower, which he usually took at home because, no offence to Lisa and her father, gym showers were disgusting. Period.
But sweat was flowing down his upper torso, which was still completely visible to everyone around–not that he was the only one, but he was the only one that mattered. It should come as no surprise that Jungkook was in great shape, even more so after you stopped talking. He'd been working out and eating like a maniac since nothing could fulfil his craving for you. Jesus. Calm down.
He lets out a sigh.
Calm the fuck down. He thinks to himself when his chest starts heaving again.
Wendy giggles as she walks by him. He scoffs, finding it disgusting.
He throws his bag over his shoulder and walks to the showers without looking at her. His feet make contact with the icy tiles, sending shivers down his spine. It's fucking cold.
Fuck.
But he still needs a cold shower. A way to punish himself because he broke you. That is, at least, how he sees it. You're broken. Nothing can change what he's done.
He once again beats himself up for what he ddi, and with good reason.
This wanst some kind of movie. You werent gonna come running into his arms–not that you had to.
You werent gonna accept his apology–not that you had to.
You just werent gonna be his again–not that...you had to.
But you had to.
In his head, you had to because if not Jungkook wouldn't be able to live with himself again. And he was being selfish because who wouldn't if they were convinced they lost the love of their life.
As he walks out of the shower, the water stops, his gaze darting to other guys in the room but he walks right past them. There is no time for small talk. He ruffles his hair as he dries it, then pulls a random shirt from his locker and puts it on, then a hoodie on top and loose dark pants. It's strange.
He pauses midway on his wya out, staring at his locker and then down his frame.
He usually kept one specific hoodie in his locker, just for the gym because it wasbt his favourite and he didnt mind getting it dirty. Then he recalls coming to your house after the gym one night. He most likely left it there.
He bites his lip, playing with his piercing as he zones out for a second remembering that night. Your giggles, his complaints about totally not wanting to get his hair braided. But eventially giving in.
Then taking that hoodie off when he got to hot by the way you were making out on your bed.
Then your mom knocked on the door. Asking why you were giggling so much, and you scold Jungkook. And he pinches your side.
A smirk forms on his lips.
And then you decide to keep his hoodie as a punishment.
Did you already get rid of his things?
As he walks out of the changing rooms and out to the ring, he is startled by the sound of thunder. He looks around and out the window–the weather had calmed down a little.
Instead of the pouring rain not even 20 minutes ago, it was a lot softer now–not quite gone yet–but enough to drive home.
Definitely enough.
Hes unsurprised to watch a large crowd of people waiting for the rain to stop when he steps down the last stair of the second floor. Each person immersed in their own world, whether it's talking with friends or lazily scrolling through their phones.
Staff was handing out towels and water, some poeple were even heating up some food in the cafeteria close by. And jungkook just knows he had to get out. Not wanting to deal with a big crowd of people today, even if they werent here for him, it made him uncomfortable. So step by step, he walks towards the big entrance, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes inside his pants when he stops in his tracks.
His ears start ringing, everything except one sound going numb in his ears.
Your laugh
-
"Sit here. I'll go over there and get us some hot tea." Jimin gestures to the cafeteria, which is already packed with people eager to grab something hot to eat or drink.
You werent thirsty, but anything that would warm up your body and dry throat sounded like heaven right now.
Your modest nod indicates that you're fine with it and appreciate the gesture. You don't stop him when he walks away, even if he was hoping you would. And he watches you sit at a little area on one of the couches, barely visible in the midst of the mob.
One would have to look for it specifically, to make out your form. Your face is more hollow than it was when you came in here. Did something happen in here that made you feel uneasy? Was there anything that bothered you while he was here that he didn't notice?
When he bumps against a 6-foot-something guy on his way, hes yanked out of his thoughts as he apologises. The thought entirely vanishing from his thoughts. Perhaps for good.
Another loud sound of thunder makes you jump, apologising as you slightly hit the woman beside you, your head resting back into your palm as you close your eyes and sigh, feeling like you could finally breathe that day.
It stinks in here, maybe using a gym as a place for shelter wasnt a good idea, but also, you shouldnt be complaining. This was better than staying out there in the rain and getting sick.
Youd never hear the end of it from your mom.
Talking about her, shed definitely scold you for coming home later than planned. Great, another issue you had to deal with. Because of course youd nothing better to do.
Jimin reappears as quickly as he left, holding two steaming cups of tea in his hand, which you gratefully accept with a little "thank you."
As you take a sip, you're surprised he chose your favourite, green tea. You sigh as it hits your chilly, dry throat, unknowingly showing your appreciation, making Jimin grin as he teasingly pats himself on the shoulder.
"I'm such a good friend," he jokingly says. "Always thinking about your well being," he adds, and you smirk because, yeah, he was right.
He was a good friend. He didn't have to be here with you right now–he could be at home, all cosy, but he decided to take you home before the weather decided otherwise. Your lips quiver at his mocking, and you slap his arm playfully.
"You're so funny," you ironically say letting out another giggle
And for the tiniest second. You feel the way you felt a couple days ago–careless. There was absolutely nothing on your mind, no anxiety, no worries, what would happen next. But then again–just for a couple of seconds.
Because the moment you look up, that beautiful smile of yours, real and able to make anyones day better just by looking at it, fades.
What.
The.
Frick.
-
Jungkook could find you in any room, blindfolded, with noise cancelling headphones blasting music. He was so in love with you that it seemed like he always knew if you were alright or not.
Jungkook had known you weren't fine for days. He wasn't feeling well either, but fuck him, and damn his gigantic ego, and damn his big head for making him overthink that night.
Jungkook could spot you from miles away. If you were a grain of sand, he'd search across all the world's beaches. It sounds ridiculous, given that all he accomplished in the previous days was the opposite. He wanted to blame it on you being at your competition, but he couldn't because he'd never not look for you. Hed never lose you.
Well, maybe be did.
But not physically, because youre in front of him, well, just a couple meters away, sitting there. Fuck, youre giggling, and its not his imagination, youre actually in front of him. Soaking wet.
Wait- soaking wet?!
Fuck. The hurricane.
Jungkook doesn't waste any time in closing the gap between you two, his steps and presence forcing you look up, and he watches as your breath becomes laboured. You look at each other for one, then two, then three, four, and five seconds before standing up. You get to your feet and meet him halfway.
His palm reaches for your red and frigid cheek. Has no one handed you one of the stupid blankets that are being handed out here? Fuck
Unless you've just arrived, in which case your hair is soaked, as are your clothes—your trousers and shoes. Those were your favourites, as well as your hoodie. His. The one he left behind
And yet. Yet you looked fucking beautiful, breath taking. Your hand meets his, running over it, probably enjoying the warmth and comfort.
This is not how he expected to see you again–he thought youd avoid him forever, denying him the opportunity to apologise.
"Kook," you manage to say, your voice gentle and lovely, so... you. Jungkook nods, understanding all you meant by merely speaking out his name, and shakes his head among all these people who dont even care about you two.
"I know," he admits, sighing. "I-damn, I know," he groans, pressing his palm against your cheek, softly, not wanting to let you go, his other hand reaching out to bring your waist closer. You're freezing and drenched all over
He cant take care of you.
"Lets get out of here" he whispers, and he feels selfish because he doesnt have a right to tell you what to do. All you do is stare at him, and then at Jimin who he just now notices. Oh for fucks sake.
His harsh gaze meets Jimin's, who is holding two cups awkwardly in his hand. They exchange blank stares for a few seconds until you pull Jungkook's fingers away from your cheek. "I can't," you say quietly. You can't, of course.
Jungkook simply nods because what else can he do? He'd lost you. He'd lost you and at what cost?
Your gaze returns to him as he holds up your jacket, the rain having ceased and people walking out one by one. Soon, it was only you and a handful others in the lobby. Jungkook's hand is still on your hip because why not?
But he shouldn't, so he attempts to get rid of it but physically cant. His body will not allow it. So you stand there, his dry self holding you tight as your gaze darts between him and Jimin, perplexed, pondering what to do, where to go.
Okay. You think to yourself. Jungkook looks regretful. You almost feel sorry for him.
Who are you kidding?. You'd give anything right now to be back in his arms because hed just proven that silly voice in your head wrong once and for all. He still cared
"Y/n," Jimin says softly, offering your jacket towards you, and you take it, lowering it on the floor, your hand lazily barely holding on to it as he continues to speak, all while Jungkook's stern glare is fixed on him. "Sorry to interrupt," he indicates with his hands at you two, "but my cousins are waiting for me at home for the groceries," he holds his bag up, and You nod so quickly that you become dizzy.
"Oh my god," you exclaim, "I'm so sorry I didn't-" he cuts you off,
"it's fine, you're in good hands," he glances towards Jungkook, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" All you have to do is nod.
As you stand in the lobby, your eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, your ears beginning to ring in uncertainty.
So, what's next? Do you talk? Do you walk away because you're angry? Because you were both thrilled and irritated to see him. And sad and frustrated.
Jungkook's hand twitches at your waist, causing your sight to return to his, and he's already looking at you, as if waiting for something in your eyes to start his apology, since, of course, he had to be the one to apologise.
You didn't do anything wrong. In his opinion, you never did. You were flawless. He didn't deserve you. And he didn't deserve your love–on the other hand, you deserved his tenfold.
His tattooed hand reaches out for you again, this time stopping at your cheek and softly caressing it, and you almost melt into his touch, coming in closer.
"I'm so fucking sorry," he mumbles a second later, his voice heavy and deep, almost drowning you in it.
And you missed it. His touch, his voice, him.
But how quickly are you willing to forgive him? How much would you let him do to show hes sorry? You simply nod because you don't know what to say, do, or know how to act.
Theres another sound of thunder, this time gentler, and Jungkook grabs your trembling hand in his. You're freezing. Of course, you still were. So he removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
And you let him because what else could you do? You breathe in, then out, and then you take his hand, all bruised from fighting, and flinch a little. Then you look him in the eyes again and sigh.
"I-" your voice breaks and Jungkook nods erratically encouraging you to speak, but you dont. And you feel stupid because its not that hard. You wanna go home. Climb into bed and forget about today. But that also meant forgetting about seeing Jungkook.
Youre still mad at him. But the thought of having to deal with your mom at home makes you wanna run and hide in Jungkooks chest. Like you always did.
He was your safe place till he wasnt.
But you needed him right now. And maybe it was selfish, but you were willing to put anything aside now–just for some closure
Listen, Jungkook had all the patience in the world with you, but as he watched and watched your trembling state and hollow face, he needed to get you somewhere warmer, washed up, and under a blanket as soon as possible.
Because youre his girl still, until you told him you werent.
And even if you did, hed still give you the world becaus eits what you deserved.
The issue was that he came here on his Harley–it was only a 10 minute drive. And it was still sunny when he arrived this morning.
It was fine to drive you to his house just to wash up and then bring you home right? Youd done so thousands of times when you two were sweaty from staying at the beach for too long or when he picked you up from practice.
And fuck, right now, he sounded so selfish because he wouldn't even let you fight with him about it.
He was determined to take care of you because you didn't always know what was best for you, but he did.
Okay maybe he fucked up once, but the rest of the times he did know what was best for you. Because for him you were this everything, and Jungkook would do anything to protect you. Even if it was just from some stupid cold.
So he softly takes your hand in his and pulls you towards the exit, and when you don't object and just follow his lead, a slight smile tugs on his face. Because he had you again.
Even if it was only for tonight.
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ilovemusicmore · 2 years
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Women, man.
This girl that I worked with had a bf, and they got engaged shortly after I started working with and talking to her. She told me she wanted friends, cause she didn't hang out with many people outside of her bf and his friends. So I was like cool, I need friends around my age instead of way older like usual. I even painted her and another coworker things to practice painting and as presents for christmas/in general cause, new friends! But I think she mistook my intentions.. which is also 100% normal and usually what happens. So we hadn't really talked since like, March. I also had a lot of other shit going on for myself, and I recently got fired from that job (because of discrimination, I still haven't decided how far I'm going to go legally with it but I've got unemployment about to start and a last check coming.
HOWEVER. Right after being fired, and before she knew about it, this same girl at work randomly sent me a link for her brand new OF account. On said account she lists herself as bi and only mentions being an introvert sharing her freaky side. After not speaking to each other since March. She then unsolicited called me baby girl outta no where, and I haven't corrected her with the pronoun thing yet cause I'm still too confused about wtf she's got going on. She then sent me 4 voice messages over Instagram first thing in the morning the next morning. And invited me out to a gay club with her and some other gays that all work where we used to work together. All very clear signs and indications of something, right??? And then..
Then I asked her "so what's the deal with the OF? I thought you might very gotten hacked" and her reply was along the lines of "I love sex and wanted to share that with people in my life so they could enjoy me too"
"Oh, and there will be some girl on girl action soon too so stay tuned"... 👀👀👀 OK ma'am, go off.
And then my reply, obviously, after this barrage of unsolicited everything, went along the lines of "we stab, fully support a small business. I would offer to help with volunteers but I doubt you'd need help in that department"
....lame. i know. So sue me....to which she replied... absolutely nothing. Has left me on read since Wednesday. Maybe it's because I wasn't as forward as she was being? But literally the last I heard she was engaged and had found her forever person and just wanted more friends to hang out with. But then never hung out with me when I tried and then stopped talking altogether until she sent me an OF sooooooo wtf. Why tf. Why do women. Why am I like this.
Either way all I've been able to think about since is all the different ways I wanna make her come and now I can't believe I have to wait until the day they wanna go out to hang out with her and figure it the fuck out. But, I gotta wait till I get my last check before I can do anything else about it anyway. Atm I have half a tank of gas and $25 for food till whenever that gets issued. And florida only requires them to send it out within 30 days of termination so they could technically wait till after the date everyone wants to go out before they issue it. I could get 1 or 2 unemployment checks before I get my actual final check
But anyway. Now idk if I've ruined it before it could start or if she's waiting for me to reciprocate some of the forwardness, idk if I should dig in harder and figure out something else to say or if I should leave it alone and give it some air before hanging out in person. What I really wanna do is be honest and let her know how much she's driving me crazy with everything and figure out if it's the intent or if I'm misreading things but how exactly do you misread that? Why send me the link at all if you don't either wanna think about me joining or something? We hadn't spoken in months. Idk. Maybe she thought I'd find out through work and feel left out? Why would that matter tho?
WHY AM I LIKE THIS
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sinmalssimp · 2 months
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MEN/BLANK BLOGS DNI
pairing- Jock! Clarisse La Rue X Nerd! Fem! Reader
summary- Clarisse La Rue is a popular girl in school, shes a player, but theres a secret shes been keeping for a while now.
content includes- fluff, kissing, making out, secret relationship, Clarisse is a bit of an asshole
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It is no suprise Clarisse La Rue is the most popular girl at school, shes good looking, muscular, the captian of the football team, it didnt come to as a suprise when every girl and guy tried to get her attention, all failing at capturing her heart.
Clarisse is known as a player, she plays with girls like they are toys, taking a liking to one girl for a week and then leaving her for another girl, yet even with such a reputation girls still threw themselves at her, thinking they might be the one she falls in love with, but that has never happend before.
After Clarisse stopped seeing girls all together, rumors started spreading that she is in a secret relationship, and her fan club was pissed off, practically stalking her to try and find this secret girl shes seeing. Of course Clarisse quickly put an end to this rumor by saying she isnt intrested in any girls at the school at the moment, most belived it, some didnt, but she didnt care.
After all, no one needs to know what happens during late library hours.
"I missed you so much baby." Clarisse whisperd as she continued to kiss you, her touch all needy and despreat, addicting, she hasnt been able to kiss or touch you the whole day, not to mention her friends have been annoying her over who her new girl is.
You were pressed against one of the book shelves, your legs and arms wrapped around Clarisses waist and neck, her hands holding you so you dont fall. Both of you kissed each other despreatly, despreat for each other touch.
“Fuck, your so beautiful ” she mumbles, finally pulling away to catch her breath. Both of you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath from the long, needy kiss you two shared. Your books were all over the floor, kne moment you were studying in silence and the next you were pinned to the shelves by your girlfriend.
Actually, your secret girlfriend, both you and Clarisse agreed that you would keep your relationship a secret, to save her reputation and so you wouldnt get attacked by her fans. At first you were hurt by this, but after seeing her fans stalking her you realised its probably a good thing.
"Clarisse, we might be seen." you said with fear in your voice, you knew Clarisse isnt scared of getting caught, but you are, you know what might happen if your relationship becomes public.
"I dont care, i just want to kiss you." she said, kissing and sucking all over your neck, your the only one who ever saw this clingy side of her, whenever she was with other girls she would be distant and she only saw them as nothing more but as entertaiment, but with you, she was completely diffrent.
Clarisse was actually in love with you, she doesnt see you as someone she could easily replace, she actually liked you and wanted to spend every moment of her life with you, thats why once she realised her crush on you she stopped seeing other girls, spending her time trying to win over your heart, trying to show you she was serious about you.
You laughed a little, she looked so cute when shes clingy, she couldnt even wait until you two leave school to kiss you, she is practically a huge puppy when you two are alone.
"How about we continue this at my house? We dont want to get caught." you said as you removed your legs from around her waist, now standing up, your words causing Clarisse to groan before letting you go, pouting as you pick up your books.
"Fine, but you owe me."
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occupied // sam kerr
summary; in which, sam recognises the hotel housekeepers face, and when she walks in on sam in a compromised position, she sees if she fancies giving her a helping hand.
warnings; cocky!sam, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, finger gagging, language, strap ons, penatrative sex, multiple orgasms, i think that's it lol. this hasnt been proofread so i apologise for spelling errors/things not making sense. i got very overwhelmed at the end of this and i just wanted to get it out. thank u to @landopeaches for being my hypewoman every single time x
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as you pushed your trolley down the hall, you noticed how quiet it was, with most of the guests still sleeping, and while you wished you were still sleeping, your shift had just begun.
your job was inarguably one of the most boring, mundane jobs in the world, but the money was enough to keep you afloat and if any relitively nice or unused clothes, jewelry or cosmetics were left in rooms, you normally kept them for yourself which was really the only bonus. that, and you got free use of the bar, pool, gym and sauna.
most people that stayed in the hotel would have a paper hanger on the door if they were still using their room, whether they were there or not, although some rooms were just luck of the draw. you could swing open that door and wouldn't know whether you'd see a dead body or a couple going at it, although it was entertaining regardless.
room 724 didn't have a hanger on it's door, and so you figured you'd at least try it. regardless of whether somebody was in there or not, they'd probably be sleeping, or be down at breakfast, or in the gym round the corner. at least, that's what you thought.
oh, how wrong you were.
"oh, f-fuck."
sam's fingers were shaking as she pushed her shorts down her legs with one hand while the other stayed tucked into her underwear. she wasn't sure what came over her that morning, maybe it was the newfound freedom of single life, or the strap-on and toys she had sitting on the shelf in front of her that filled her head with past memories, or the pretty girl she saw at the pool the day before who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.
it didn't matter in the long run, not really. she was horny and she was desperate for an orgasm.
her fingers brushed her clit multiple times in quick succession and she pulled a lip between her teeth. she wasn't sure why she felt as if she had to be quiet, she'd fucked many different women in this hotel and hadn't had any complaints from her neighbours when they walked out with shaky legs after screaming repeatedly for a few hours.
if the walls were thick enough for her to fuck screamers, they were thick enough for her to sort herself out.
"fuckin' hell," she breathed, allowing her fingers to slip through her own folds and feel herself up. her breath continued to shake, and a moan left her lips when she added another finger to the pressure on her clit.
her free hand felt a bit left out - sam wasn't really one for stimulating her own chest, she normally had a pretty girl on top of her that she could easily slide up onto her face high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth and feel the slick of their pussy grinding on her stomach. just the image of that alone sparked a fire inside of sam's body, and her fingers picked up the pace at the thought.
"mhm, o-oh, god," she whimpered, bucking her hips up into her hand and admiring the reflection of her muscles flexing in the mirror beside the bed. "can't cum yet, no matter how good i am."
at least she made herself laugh.
she was really finding her groove, and getting into the rhythm of her fingers, so much so that she didn't even hear the door latch unlocking.
at first, you didn't hear the moaning or the slight creak of the bed, and in a way, you're glad you didn't. she was the hot girl from the pool you'd been eyeing up yesterday. you continued to walk through, only to find her with her shorts round her ankles and her hand in her pants. she was shirtless, completely naked from the waist up and it made your mind spiral.
she still looked as if she'd not been awake very long, her hair still scruffy in a low ponytail and her cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy from sleep, and a glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table along with a mobile phone.
it impressed you that she could get off with just her imagination.
you were so bewildered by the sight in front of you it was as if your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't move from that spot. even when she noticed you, standing their in your maid outfit. she thought it was a joke, that the people in the rooms next door had heard her moans, and sent up an escort knowing she was alone in the room. that was, until she saw the hotel's name embroidered into the top of the dress.
"oh, uh, s-sorry, i'll... i'll come back later."
at first, she was confused, almost agitated that the housekeeper had come in and interrupted her, and she almost, very nearly, pulled her hand from her underwear and phoned down to reception. that was, until she recognised your face.
the pretty girl from the pool. the one she couldn't stop thinking of. the one she envisioned on top of her, leaving a wet, sticky patch on her skin. she smirked.
"no, you're alright, darlin'," she shifted, her hand still in her pants and brushing against her clit as she moved, "you're the girl from the pool, yeah?"
"uh.. yeah. from yesterday."
"and is this a set up? are you an escort or something? or do you actually work here?"
"well, judging by that," you gestured to the cleaning cart down the side of the room, blocking the entrance, "i'd say i work here."
"great, i don't have to ask you to lock the door behind you then."
your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at her, confused. "i beg your pardon?"
she pulled her hand from her underwear and sucked a finger into her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. you couldn't deny the sight before you was already sending heat to your pussy, and you also couldn't deny that she was one of the hottest girls you'd ever laid eyes on.
"help me out, love," she said, so simply, so effortlessly, so desperately, before taking the same finger back into her mouth. "give me a couple of orgasms and i'll give you a pretty good tip."
you hummed, thinking over her offer. "what's in it for me?"
"i just told you," she pushed her legs open further and your head began to spin, "a pretty good tip."
silence fell among you both for a minute as you pondered the offer again. a pretty good tip in her words could've been ten percent or it could've been fifty. or, if your mouth was as good as you knew it was, who knows? maybe you could negotiate the offer.
"if the tips not good enough for you," you expected her to throw the offer away, telling you to forget it if her offer wasn't to your liking, "then i'll fuck you, make you cry, give you a shag that'll be enough to have you desperate for more of me."
"sounds like you're begging."
"do you want to take up the offer or not?"
silence fell again, and for a moment she expected you to turn and run, and you did turn; but to look at her collection of toys on the shelf. she smirked when you bent down slightly to inspect them further, plus, it meant she got to see your arse.
"so, i give you a couple of orgasms, you'll give me a pretty good tip," you hummed, and pulled a dildo from her collection, "and you'll fuck me with this one, how does that sound?"
she smirked and sucked another one of her fingers into her mouth. she knew your answer was yes when you started to pull your apron from the back of your dress, and she watched it fall to the floor.
"it sounds excellent, darlin'," she hummed, "but what doesn't sound good is this little attitude you've got. you're here to help me out, not the other way around. no orgasm, no fuck. understand?"
your underwear were soaked through by this point, and you nodded.
"need to hear you say it, darling."
"i-i understand."
"good," she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop, "c'mon then, get your dress off, show me those pretty tits and get up on the bed."
you did as she asked, slipping the dress off over your head and taking your bra with it, leaving you stripped to just your underwear, small heeled black shoes and suspenders, which, of course, she wanted you to keep on.
she rested her back against the headboard and you didn't waste any time, your lips immediately pressing into her thighs. she halted your movements for a second and shifted across the bed, in which you followed. at the time, you weren't sure why but you later found out that it was so she could look at the reflection of your behind in the mirror.
she pressed her hand to your jawbone and you looked up at her, "sam, by the way, remember that for later," she shot you a smirk, "and i didn't see the badge on your name because i was too eager to see your tits."
"y/n." you replied, purposely arching your back lower so that she could get a better view in the mirror.
your lips gravitated back towards her inner thighs, your fingers grazing the line of her underwear. she was clearly not in the mood to be teased judging by her hand on your head and her agitated tension, and you wanted a fuck so you stopped.
but, not completely.
your tongue grazed her clit through the soft material of her pants, making an immediate wet patch and she jolted back. your hands pushed at her thighs and spread them apart further so you had enough space to work your magic.
a moan left her lips at your messy, spit covered face. her underwear was completely soaked with your spit, and she rolled her eyes back into her head when you pulled at the material between your fingers and watched as it split in two, leaving enough room down the middle for you to do what you had to do.
"covered in spit already, babe, hm?"
you nodded, a slight hum noise coming from your mouth and reverberating around her vagina, making her squirm underneath you. immediately, she couldn't figure out whether she regretted her decision on fucking you, or whether she thought it was the best thing she'd ever conjured up.
either way, her orgasm was fast approaching.
you hadn't eaten pussy for a while and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you weren't prepared to give up now. one hand slipped between your body and hers, and you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with, and she moaned again, much louder this time.
"gonna make me cum, darlin'."
"already? god, you really were desperate, weren't you, hm?"
"three strikes and you're walking back to reception without your clothes on, y/n," she leaned over your body and slapped your arse, it was loud and the sound ricocheted around the room, leaving a harsh, bright red sting. "that's strike one. don't make me slap you again."
you moaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her body and you could feel the muscles of her pubic bone, thighs and stomach all tensing against your skin, and you smirked against her pussy as you continued to eat her out, purposely making your movements loud and sloppy so she could hear them reverberating around her ears for months to come.
"oh, fuck," she cursed, a hand flying to your hair and bunching it in a ponytail, "i'm gonna.. oh, fuck, you're gonna make me-"
"cum for me, sam."
"fuck," she hissed, her hips grinding down on your face as her orgasm rippled over her body, her stomach muscles involuntarily convulsing as her body reeled from the effects of her long awaited orgasm. "oh, jesus christ."
she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her juices and it was an image that was forever engraved in her brain. she leaned down and carefully, delicately kissed your lips, so as not to ruin the masterpiece her body had made across your face.
you hummed when she pulled away, and followed her lips back up to the pillows, where you instinctively pressed your lips back up against hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. she allowed the experience, and brought a hand up to the base of your neck where she applied light pressure.
her tongue slipped between your mouth and for a minute you thought about biting her lip and silently scolding her for the move, but you only had two strikes left and the wet patch in your underwear was threatening to seep onto the bedsheets any minute.
you moaned at the pressure on your neck combined with the touch of her tongue on yours and she smirked against your lips, desperate to pull more of the noise from your body. you pulled away first, in desperate need to take a breath.
"lay down, sam," you sucked on the space of skin just below her ear, your words igniting a fire inside her body, "i wanna make you cum again."
she was so used to being the one on top, the one who made other girls feel good that this was a nice surprise. although, the pair of you knew that she was the one in charge, not the other way around.
she laid herself back down, and you immediately cocooned your body around one side of hers, your naked chest resting on her arm and one leg draped over hers as you pushed her muscular calves apart with your foot. your head buried itself in the crook of her neck and you sucked yet another spot under her neck, allowing a bruise to bloom under your teeth.
she moaned breathily, and your hand lowered itself over her exceptionally toned body, travelling lower until your delicate hand was hovering over her tanned skin, the angle of your hand accentuating the v-line leading down to her pubic bone and it made your clit twitch.
your lips trailed down to her collarbone, and slowly and softly, you started to suck on the skin of her chest. she shifted slightly, adjusting to the feeling of your lips edging closer and closer to her nipple, while your fingers carefully brushed against her clit.
she whimpered, but you shushed her with a soft coo, and carried on with your movements. her pussy was wet, coating your fingers in her own lubricant that made it much easier to explore, while your tongue carefully circled a nipple and it left her reeling.
"f-fuck, oh my god," she groaned, her muscles already shaking and tensing out of sheer pleasure, "feels so good, baby, don't stop."
you hummed, and instinctively bucked your hips into her thigh so she could get an insight into how wet your pussy was too, and it made her chuckle softly.
"so wet for each other, aren't we baby?" she spoke softly, "want me to touch your clit too?"
you nodded slightly too eagerly, with her nipple in your mouth, and she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every few moments. you wanted more, so much more, but you knew to be grateful rather than greedy if you still wanted your fuck.
as soon as her finger circled your clit, you let out a big whimpery moan, desperate for more, but then she pinched your bum with her free hand and you knew you had to carry on. her hips began to buck when you sped up the movement of your fingers, adding a second to the pressure point on her clit that left her reeling for more.
you knew she wouldn't be long, and you were desperate to get it over with so you could get your kicks, while also wanting her to enjoy the experience and have it leave a lingering impact.
her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple into your mouth, and weaved your free hand between your bodies so you could stimulate her other one at the same time, so she had everything going on all at once that was enough to overstimulate her and give her exactly what she wanted all at once.
she started to grind down on your fingers, much like she did with your face, and her free hand grabbed your wrist and held it flush against her body.
"want me to cum again, hm, baby?"
you nodded, a gasp escaping your lips as she added another finger to the pressure on your clit, mirroring what you'd done to her. "y-yes," you choked, "cum all over my hand, p-please."
the sound of your broken voice, the whimpers tumbling from your lips, she found it all too much and couldn't help herself when her second orgasm rippled through her body. she practically growled, her body igniting in flames.
she looked hot underneath you, your eyes scanning over her body with eagerness as her orgasm rocked through her. you pulled a lip between your teeth and watched with admirable eyes right up until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away.
"hey," she laughed, "you're good at that, aren't you, darlin'?"
"not just a pretty face, sam."
"no, you most certainly are not," she spun around so she was on her side, and allowed you to fall to your back against the mattress, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as your face, hm?"
she slid your pants down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles, and she admired the glisten of your wet pussy that shone in the sunlight, and didn't waste any time in getting a taste of you.
"oh... oh my.... s-sam, you're..."
"i'm a woman of my word, babe," she pulled away from your pussy and kissed across the inside of your thighs, "i'll fuck you, i will, but i just need to open you up first, hm? make sure you're nice and wet for my cock, darling."
you nodded, wriggling around on the bed until she stilled you. the anticipation was agonizing. she stilled you with a hand over your stomach, and her tongue moved back to circle your clit, the fingers from her other hand trailing around the lips of your pussy.
you were desperate, aching for the feeling of her fingers inside of you, and so repeatedly teased with circles around your hole, until eventually she slipped them in. one, at first, gently stretching you out with an expert finger.
this was in fact, not her first rodeo.
"tastes so sweet baby, you wanna taste?"
"mhm, please," you hummed.
sam's fingers pressed in and out of you, in and out, in and out, until she gathered enough of your wetness, and you opened your mouth thinking she was going to stick her fingers on your tongue. only she didn't, she licked her own fingers clean and you sat there with furrowed brows until her body drew closer to yours.
she pried open your jaw and spat your juices into your own mouth which left you spiraling. she held your mouth open and let your tongue hang out over your lip, and she continued to spit into your mouth until your tongue was covered in her own saliva.
"what a pretty little spit painted picture you are, y/n," she teased before her fingers slid down your throat and gagged you. you choked around her fingers and instinctively grabbed her wrist, "you got a safeword in mind?"
you nodded and she carried on, her fingers sliding down your throat until the muscles contracted and you gagged, spluttering and coughing when her hand pulled its way back out. her lips pressed against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss and her still-wet fingers slid between your folds and they slid inside you so much easier now.
"oh, f-fuck, sam, y-you feel so... your fingers..."
she smirked, that was the kind of moaning she was used to.
her thumb rubbed your clit aggressively and her fingers continued to curl in and out of your pussy so to stretch you out, getting you ready for her cock.
your whimpers and moans were enough to send her into overdrive, and she knew she couldn't handle it much longer. she pulled her fingers out of you and pulled her lips away from yours, and you lay there, fucked out, when she'd barely even touched you.
"keep playing with your pussy while i do this, babe," she rolled her eyes when you mewled at the loss of contact and pinched your cheeks together, "or else you're getting fucking nothing."
"o-okay."
you did as she said and pressed two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that made your head spin. you watched sam get up from the bed and immediately pull her legs through the harness on the shelf. you couldn't help but squirm and moan as you watched her from behind, the view of her front in the mirror as she looped the loops so effortlessly.
"you okay there, baby?"
"i... fuck, i need you so bad, sam."
she turned over her shoulder to watch you as her hands continued to loop the loops and tie the knots, and she smirked. "i know, baby, i know," she grabbed the dildo from the bed, "my cock's almost ready for you, isn't it, darling? hm? you keeping your pussy nice and wet for daddy?"
you froze. just for a moment. at the word she'd given herself, unsure what to make of the situation. and then a moan tumbled from your lips. it was hot, really.
"y-yeah, daddy."
"good girl," she turned around once the dildo was secured, and grabbed the lube from the many different trinkets on her shelf and moved over to the bed, "show me your pussy, baby."
your hands spread your pussy apart right in front of her, allowing her full access. she pumped lube into her hand and spread it all across the base of her cock - not that she really needed it, you were already wet enough, but she just liked to put on a show.
she crawled up the bed on her knees to you until she was kneeling between your legs, and in your desperation you hooked your legs around hers and pulled her in. she chuckled at your eagerness.
your breathing was laboured as you watched her balancing herself on her knees and getting into a comfortable position. she guided her dick to your wet folds and allowed herself to tease you, just for a minute, and her lips locked into yours as she slid inside of you.
immediately, you gasped as every inch slid inside of you piece by piece. "oh, oh, fuck," you whined, "i knew you'd have insane dick game."
her hands spread your thighs apart further, and her strokes became deeper as she fought to hit every spot. you couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that escaped your lips, tumbling out of your mouth with every turn.
your legs wrapped around her waist, leaving her body flush against yours and trapping her in so she had to finish the job she'd promised. your bodies were slick with sweat, and it was arguably some of the best sex you'd ever had.
"your pussy is so fucking wet, y/n," she grunted, pulling out all the way and rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit, before pushing back in, "and yet it's still so fucking tight."
you nodded, moaning deliriously as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing the stretch to become deeper, harder, stronger.
"it's still a pussy that was made for you, daddy," you breathed, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down to your lips, "don't you agree?"
sam made a noise akin to a growl, her teeth coming into contact with your bottom lip, biting and tugging on the flesh as if it were her own to play with.
"yeah," she grunted, "my perfect little pussy."
you moaned, raising your back up off the bed and pressing your chest up against hers. her fingers drew messy circles around your clit and you began clenching around her cock, the butterflies in your stomach beginning to swarm.
"sam... 'm gonna, i don't think i..."
"surely you're not going to cum already, darling? i haven't even turned you over yet."
with that, sam pulled out and spun you around, your head pressed into the pillows. she moved you how she wanted you, her perfectly eager little doll, with your arms up on your back and your arse up in the air, giving her leverage to grip your arms as she fucked you full force.
one hand gripped your wrists, while the other spread apart your cheeks as best she could, and as you felt a dribble of spit travelling down from your bum to your pussy you whined and writhed.
"stop being so dramatic, darling," she pinched your bum, "please just let me fuck you."
your words jumbled in the pillowcase and sam didn't have the patience to stop and ask you what it was. she wanted to see you cumming and she wanted to be the one to do it. her thrusts were rapid, the consistent rhythm making you dizzy, and you didn't think you'd be able to keep your composure for much longer.
"sam... s-sam, please, i-i can't..."
"what do you want, pretty girl? hm? you gonna tell me?"
"i... i need to... please let me cum," you struggled with your words through the relentless thrusting of her hips but you were teetering on the edge and you physically couldn't hold it much longer. "please."
your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer, "seeing as you asked so nicely, my darling, why don't you cum all over my cock."
your hands gripped at nothing, and you'd be left with the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin for hours to come, but you didn't really care in that moment. sam continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her mind reeling as you practically exploded all over her.
every moan and whimper you had rolled into one and your words became incoherent from just before your orgasm hit you, to until you'd ridden it out.
sam pulled her cock out of your pussy and it was followed by a little trickle of juices, which she immediately bent down to lick up. you shuddered and instinctively moved your body away, and she noticed this, patting you on the leg softly.
"i'm still here, until next wednesday," she said after a few minutes of silence, sliding some shorts on over her strap-on, "i was just wondering if you fancied doing this again?"
"gonna tip me every time? seeing as you think i'm an escort," you both laughed and she handed you your clothes as you sat round the side of the bed, "no, that would be nice. but, maybe not while i'm working."
she smirked. "what time does your shift finish?"
"probably about one thirty, providing i don't get fired."
"don't worry," she threw a shirt on over her head, "i'll make sure to give you a glowing review."
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Pretty like the sun
Pairing: Percy Jackson x Apollo daughter OC (she classes as an oc cause I gave her a name but you can just read it like your name or Y/N if you want, I just feel better when I'm writing and the characters have names :)
Summary: Percy has always felt something for you, something that you had felt aswell. These quests of life and death finally knocked some sense into you two.
Warnings: Blood, Pain, Agony, Violence, Weapons, Wounds, Wound treating, Curse words, Oblivious idiots, Fluff, Angsty??, Sexual tension, Mutual pining, Almost death, Non-Canon, Hugs, Kisses, Holding hands, Ooc Percy??? Cerberus as a violent dog (ik she isnt really but this is my imagine so idc), Not proof-read, GUT-WRENCHING LOVE, IDK how i wrote this considering I've never been in a relationship OR have ever had an actual crush in my 16 sad years of life
Words: 6.3k
Notes: This is my first imagine so I'm sorry if its bad😭😭. Also if anyone would be willing to give me a few pointers when it comes to working this app as a creator please do cause, yeah I've been using this app for years but I have no idea how to use it when it comes to posting things. I would be very grateful. ❤️❤️❤️. Also, if anyone wants to request something else for me to write I would love to write something for either Percy or Luke, I'll probably make a list of people who I'm willing to write for later today cause it is 10am rn and I haven't slept so I'll just go bed after this 😭😭😭
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As soon as percy got handed this quest, with Grover being part of the cloven council and Annabeth being gone to spend time with her family, Percy knew his immediate first choice would be Aurora, there was no doubt about it. The Apollo girl had a spark about her that has drawn him in the second he laid eyes on her.
He had deemed it because she was a daughter of Apollo so there would always be some sort of light that would draw him in, but he hasnt been very sure of that for a very long time. Every time he laid eyes on her, it felt as though time stood still and she was the only source of light and happiness in this dark, gloomy world. 
They had became extremely close when he first came to camp, she taught him the ropes in archery as to put it plainly, he was absolutely shit at it. He had no aim and his stance was awful, in her own words.
When she first said that to him, he wanted to throw her in a dumpster, but then he saw her, he properly saw her. He didnt know what Aphrodite looked like, but he was sure she would be a spitting image of the girl. He was even more sure that she was a daughter of Aphrodite but instead she was not, which made sense as to why she was hanging around the archery booth. From that day forward, she helped him freshen his archery skills, and he helped her with her sword skills.
He has never understood why she wouldnt ask Luke as he was the best swords-man and would probably be a better trainer. However, when he brough it up to her one time her cheeks flushed the tiniest bit and she stated how she was helping him, so he should do that same.
That's how they have ended up here. In the middle of nowhere, trying to find and 'kill' a beast that has been accidently lost and let out from the underworld and send it back. Although quests always have 3 people on them, the oracle specifically stated that this was only a 2 person job. Percy had never been so sure in picking Aurora at that moment in time. 
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"Are you sure we are going the right way Perce, I swear I've seen this tree 3 times already" Aurora stated this time taking a dagger and marking said tree with an X so if they do cross it again, she would be right.
"You never trust my navigation skills sunshine, why is that, is it cause you always get lost in my eyes" he says turning to look at her with a smug smile on his face. The girl abruptly stopped at his turn and could feel the blood rush to her cheeks in that moment, her honey-brown eyes immediately locked with his water coloured eyes and she broke the gaze, not letting him have the satisfaction of being right.
"You wish seaweed brain" she muttered and walked past him knocking into his shoulder in the process which led to him letting out a dramatic gasp.
"That hurts sunshine. Where are you going, it's getting dark, we should stop, set up camp and get some rest so we can re-think and re-strategize." The girl slowly stops her steps and turns her back to the boy who is standing there leaning against a tree with his arms crossed giving her a cocky glance that makes her want to die and kill him at the same time. 
The two had a stand-off for a bit before one decided to speak up.
"As long as I don't have to scavenge this creepy forest for wood then its fine by me" the girl said walking back to him while his eyes following her every movement till she was a few steps away from him. The girl went to grab something from her pocket with her left hand and with her right, she grabbed the boys arms and dragged her hand down it, to his hand which automatically opened up. She placed something cold into it with her left hand.
He looked at her and she had a glint in her eyes he hadn't seen for the past 12 hours, looking to his palm, he was a coin. Not just any ordinary coin or ordinary drachma. It was a coin from sea life, the one coin they give to one another which can be used for many thing, they talked it over before the quest. The coin can only be used for 2 things during this quest, to make sure the other doesnt die, or the person who has been handed the coin has to do what the person giving the coin wants no matter what.
He looked up at her with a confused look but seeing the mischief in her eyes gave enough away. Sighing he pocketed the coin and stepped away from the tree which only left 3 steps in-between the two. 
"What do you want me to do" not even bothering arguing.
"I want to see you fail at making a fire" she said just giving him the brightest smile, basically oozing sunlight from her. The boy felt like a deer stuck in headlights in that moment, he almost forgot the reason for her heavenly smile. He wanted to tell her he loved her right there and then, that he could never get enough of her, that he searched for her in every room he ever walked into, that she was the one and only constant source of light in his life, that she was the sun and he would orbit her in every universe no matter how close he got, no matter how much it destroyed him. He was utterly inconsolable without her. He loved her.
"Aurora" the boy started to say, in a serious tone which immediately made the girl's smile falter as she looked into his eyes, he didnt need to say anything. His eyes spoke more words than he would have liked, enough for the girl to get the message and understand him. All of the glances, the subtle touches, the comfort of each other like no other. She felt and understood it all. 
He was about of continue when a roar sounded, echoing in all directions and rustling the trees. The two could hear the howl of Cerberus all around them. Percy immediately uncapped riptide while Aurora unclasped her bracelet which turned into a bow and an unlimited supply of arrows. 
The both circled back to back, covering each others blind spot like muscle memory. They could feel the ground shake with each step the otherworldly creature took. 
"How are we going to do this?" the girl asked while keeping an eye on all of her surroundings. 
"You distract with your arrows as they are long-range and while she's focused on you, I'll go for the kill shot"
"She can't die" she could feel him rolling her eyes as the words left her mouth.
"You know what I mean" 
They could hear the low growl from the side of them. The three-headed beast emerged in all its glory with its 6 menacing eyes ready to rip these two teens to shreds and send the wrong beings in this equation to the underworld. Percy turned to stand next to Aurora and the girl grabbed his hand and squeezed to which he immediately responded. There were many unspoken words that had been said in the past 10 minutes and this was another addition 'dont die, be safe, come back to me'.
Slipping through her fingers, his hand left hers and quietly stalked away before the beast could get any idea there were 2 of them. Wishing the best for the boy, she instantly got the dogs attention by shooting an arrow at the middle head's nose. 
It did not like that.
They all barked at once and got ready to run at the girl. She didn't like to admit it but she was fucking terrified. Cerberus ran at her and she leapt to the side and ran as fast as she could not looking back until she could feel he's a little away from her. She got another arrow ready in her bow and blindly shot it behind her. 
She heard a small whimper which brought a smirk to her face but that was immediately wiped away as she heard the barking intensify. Hiding behind a tree the girl caught her breaths and looked for the hound and she couldnt spot it or Percy. She got another arrow ready and looked behind the tree once again but was faced with the thing she was hunting. 
Fear spread to every part of her body and she had no time to brace the impact as the dog clawed the tree which in return clawed her. She let out a bloodcurdling scream as she was flung into another tree. The bark from the destroyed tree splintered her, her head hit against a tree on impact and the large gash on her side felt like a fire that was melting her skin off. The girl felt her breath stick in her throat, she felt as though she was dying as immense pain filled her and black spots invaded her vision. Only one other thing was on her mind.
Percy.
The ocean eyed boy lost sight of Cerberus immediately as it began to chase Aurora, his Aurora. He followed as fast as he could not wanting anything bad to happen to the girl he loved before he got any chance to be with her, to confess and to just live a life content with his feelings. 
As he heard, the whoosh of Aurora's arrows increase, he could feel himself being uncapable of keeping up with the beast from the underworld and he cursed himself for it. He lost sight of Cerberus and it scared him, it was too quiet. He couldn't hear the creature or the girl he loved. 
His heartbeat quickened as he looked all around him trying to see a glimpse of either of them. 
Then all blood drain out of his face when he heard the one sound he wished he did not have to hear, ever. Aurora's scream made his heart almost leap out of his chest. He didnt know what to do, he didnt know where she was, he couldnt see the hound, its his fault, she going to die because of him. 
She most certainly is going to die if you dont get a fucking move on, that one voice in his head said. And he pushed all the doubts to the back of his head and focused on 2 things. Defeating Cerberus and finding Aurora. 
He could hear the three-headed dogs footsteps and instantly ran to it. It didnt see him coming and it's tail was on the ground so he didnt the best thing he could think of. He ran up the tail onto the body of the beast.
This elicited loud barking from the beast and Percy could only do one thing. Repeatedly stab the dog until it dissolved. 
Now... admittedly, this was not a good strategy. It was fucking awful. There was no thought to his stabs, they all just angered the beast and considering she was quite resistance to stabs, it wasnt helping. He was just tiring himself out. 
He then has the genius idea of stabbing the beast in the eye, or eyes. He started with the left head. The beast let out a large whimper, and stumbled which cause the boy to almost loose his grip on it. He wasnt going to stop now, he needed to send Cerberus back and get to Aurora.
Aurora. Her scream was echoing in his mind. Bouncing around his skull like he has no brain inside, only her gut-wrenching scream.
He subtly shook his head. As much as he was dreading where she was and if she was okay. He needed to secure Cerberus and he needed all attention to so it as fast a possible to get back to his sunshine.
He then stabbed riptide into both the right heads eyes. Percy knew what to expect this time so he braced himself and held on as tight as he could. He could not fail now. He was too close.
The dog slumped onto the floor which made percy's last task much more easier. With agility and caution the boy leapt onto the middle head and punctured the eyes out which evoked a whimper which made the boy feel bad for the animal and it slowly turned to dust. 
In an instant the boy caught his breath and his mind raced with only one thing. 
Aurora.
"Aurora! Sunshine! Where are you?" The boy felt as though he could not breathe. His head was spinning trying to find her in the mountains of trees and in the darkness of this forest, he has never needed to see her more now than any other time. 
"Aurora! Please if you can hear me make a sound! Anything so I know you're alive" He would never leave her. He would die before he left her to rot in these woods. He would never be able to face the guilt and loss.
"Please! Say SOMETHING" he could feel himself getting frustrated. "HELP! SOMEONE, ANYONE" tears welded in his eyes trying to find her. 
There was a rustle of leaves from the left side behind him. He was running to the sound before it even registered in the back of his mind. He kept hearing the rustling and a small whimper. 
He saw a faint glow of light behind a tree and he held his breath for the sight that was to come. He skidded to a stop and fell on his knees infront of her.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw her. Her face was significantly paler than when he left her and she had a wood splinter sticking out of her thigh and worst of all, the 4 claw marks across her abdomen with blood everywhere, it seemed to have stopped pouring, but it was a nauseating sight to see. He didnt know what to do. 
"Aurora, darling, open your eyes" his hands reached her cheeks and his thumb rubbed circled on her cheek and his two fingers made their way to her neck to check her pulse. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse. It was faint but not too faint to the point it would slip too far out of his grasp. 
He reached for his bag on his back to get some first aid supplies, ambrosia and nectar for the girl, when she let out a pained gasp.
The girl had barely an recollection of anything, the only thing on her mind at the moment was the immense pain shooting through her whole body, It felt like she was on fire and couldnt breathe. She wanted to die.
Then her vision cleared and she saw the golden haired boy looked at her like she was the only thing in the whole world, he held so much worry in his eyes that she thought for a second if she was already dead and it was her spirit seeing his reaction to her death.
"Gods, Aurora, you're okay. You had be so worried, I was terrified, I cannot lose you. If I lost you I would lose myself" The boy held one hand to her cheek while speaking so intently to her.
In that one moment she could feel his stare, like clockwork, bubble something inside of her. It almost made her forget why she was on the ground, why she could taste something metallic in the back of her mouth, why she couldnt move her right leg. It almost took it away. Almost.
That fire spread throughout her body again and she couldnt stop the wail that left her mouth. The pain was nauseating. A flood of curses left Percy's mouth as he grabbed the bottle of nectar and opened it.
"Okay, sunshine, I know you're in a lot of pain but I'm going to give you some nectar, you need to drink it but you need to sit up a little straighter." The girl immediately shook her head as a no in response to the boy. 
"I know. The amount of times we've both had to do it but you know deep down that its the only thing that will fix it." The girl tried to harden her stare at the boy but she was too weak to even look at him properly.
"O-okay, but... I can't" she inhaled sharply as she tried to move the slightest bit. She didn't have to finish her sentence for the boy to understand what she was trying to say. He took one his flannel button ups from his bag, scrunched it up and gave it to her. She could only give him a confused look.
"Put it in your mouth, bite down hard cause I'm gonna move you into the right position and its gonna be a pain. I'm sorry sunshine but I have to." She took it with her shaking hands and was about to put it in her mouth when she smelt it, sea salt and musk, then the girl really looked at what the item of clothing was. 
"this is yours" she said in a hoarse voice, looking up at him, confusion plastered all over her features.
"Well I dont exactly know where your bag is so next best thing." he gave her a weak smile and moved closer to her but she weakly grabbed his hand.
"I'm scared" she whispered so pathetically but the boy understood, he knew her. He knew that he needed to keep talking to her, to make sure he is doing something close enough to her for her to know that she's still alive. 
He only interlaced their fingers and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. 
"I won't let go, I promise. You aren't leaving me, not after everything we have been through together" the girl's eyes welled with tears but she nodded and stuffed her mouth with Percy's flannel. 
He wrapped his arms around her from the side, where he was sitting and placed a kiss in the hair before counting down.
"3...2..." the boy didnt get to 1 before he pulled her up so she was sitting not laying down and with the movement came muffled screams and tears that flowed down the girls face. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she lent into him and he repeatedly kissed her hair or forehead. 
"I'm sorry sunshine, I really am. When you're all better I promise you can hit me" he tried to uplift her but she could barely hear him. Her body shook and agony filled her every sense. He couldn't even express the guilt and regret he felt for the girl, immediately grabbing the nectar, and slowly taking his flannel out of her mouth. 
"You're doing great sweetheart" he says while slowly pouring the nectar into her mouth. Her head is resting against his shoulder as she swallows the drink down in small sips. After she drank it, Percy put it away and the girl began to close her eyes.
"Hey, hey, sunshine you can't be doing that right now. Come on I need to patch you up and then we need to get back to camp, I'll call blackjack. I know how much you like riding on him" he lifts her head off his shoulder and places her on the tree, but this time sitting up so he has easy access to her abdomen. 
She opened one eye and slightly smiled at the boy.
"You're gonna call blackjack?" the girl asked a bit delirious but seemingly in less pain. This brought a instant smile to him as he let out a chuckle, nodding his head while grabbing gauze and 2 bandage rolls.
"I promise I will, but you have to make sure to keep fighting okay. Once this is over, I have something special to tell you" He came loser to the girl and her breath slowed for a moment. 
He looked at her abdomen and a thought crossed his head that made blood rush to his cheeks, he was thankful the girl was delirious and it was dark or else he would simply wallow away. He cleared his throat and looked back up to the girl.
"I'm going to have to cut your shirt off so I can access the cuts and clean them properly" he looked into her eyes once but couldnt face her after that.
"okay" she whispered in return, locking her eyes onto his every move. 
The boy went back into his bag and grabbed a pair of scissors then faced the girl again. He could feel her watchful eyes on him the entire time and he hated to say it but that small voice in the back of his head was wishing she was a bit more delirious right now so he wasnt under her scrutiny while undressing her. Clearing his throat again, he begins to speak.
"Just tell me when to slow down or when to stop, if it gets too painful for you and I'll stop and slow down, okay" he looked to her for reassurance and an okay, to which she nodded.
He didn't know how to position himself so he just opted for kneeling next to her, facing her. He then grabbed the scissors and started to cut her top. Starting from the bottom to the top. As he reached the first claw mark the girl hissed as the shirt was stuck to the wound due to all the dried blood. Percy automatically stopped what he was doing. 
"No, no, keep going, don't stop now otherwise we will never get this done and I can't go back to camp cause I'll be dead" her honey-brown eyes were glossed with tears and the boy just wanted to hold her in his arms until the end of time in a place where they aren't fighting monsters all the damn time and in a place where they can settle down, have fun and just enjoy their life like regular teenagers.
"Don't say that so casually, you are not going to die. Not when you have me. Not when I'll always be here for you, patching you up, nursing you back to health forever. I will never in a million years let you die. I swear on the river Styx." 
She couldn't say anything to him, he will always render her speechless. She just nodded her head as tears cascaded down her cheeks to which he wiped away and placed a kiss on her forehead. Feeling the warmth off eachother brought a sense of peace to them that no one else could ever fill. 
He finished wiping her tears away and then continued cutting her shirt away from the wound. Every time she hissed, winced or flinched, the boy had the overwhelming urge to stop everything he was doing as long as it stopped bring her more pain. Whenever this would happen, the girl would softly squeeze his knee, as her hand was resting there to make sure he was still close to her and was still okay and breathing. 
This reassured him immensely but it did not stop him from the guilt that was drowning him. This would not have happened if it wasn't for him. She would not be in this position right now if he just chose someone else to go on the quest with. She had almost died due to his decision making. He chose her, he told her the plan, the plan that put her straight into danger, he didnt even second guess his choice, he put her into the battlefield without even asking her properly. Whatever he said went. 
The boy had not realised that during his intense self-loathing session, he zoned out and stopped the task at hand.
"Perce?" the girl asked while bringing her hand from his knee to his bicep. "Are you okay? whats going on in your kelp filled brain?" she said with a half smile as the boy looked up at her.
"Nothing, its okay. Just zoned out for a sec" he replied in an instant, looked away from her and continued to cut her shirt away. He was almost at her breasts and he could feel himself getting a bit hot. Obviously, there was no reason to in this situation but just being so close and intimate to her in a non sexual way made him flustered, he couldn't even imagine of it was in a sex- STOP. He shouted at his brain.
She let out a whimper of pain and a few laboured breaths as Percy carefully peeled her shirt of off the biggest wound she had. Her hand squeezed his knee harder than he would have liked her to but it didnt matter, not anymore, not when he caused this, not when he was the reason for her pain. 
He finally got it off the biggest cut and last cut and now he just had to cut the rest of the shirt off. No big deal right?
WRONG. 
The boy was telling himself to suck it up and just cut the rest of her shirt off but he was flustered. It was times like this that made him remember he was just a boy. He was just a boy with a silly crush. Except it isnt a 'silly crush' he was utterly in love with the girl. He tried to clear his head and at the same time, cleared his throat while he cut higher. 
He could feel her eyes watching him, he could feel how fast her heart was racing and he could feel how fast his own was racing. It was as though their hearts were in sync. Every beat was the same. 
Yes the girl felt flustered in this situation, she also couldn't help but want to tease the boy she loved. The girl had always grown up with a life where she never 'loved' anyone, not truly. To her love was always a very strong word in her dictionary but whatever she felt for Percy Jackson it was so powerful she felt as though she needed a word more meaningful than love. 
A word that expressed how everytime she thought of him, that specific memory of him will be branded in her brain forever to the point where even Hera could never make her forget him or forget the way he makes her feel.
He makes her feel alive, the most alive shes every felt in her 16 years of life.
"Are you blushing water boy?" the girl asked him with a half smile on her face and eyes half opened as she felt a sharp pain run through her, while also trying to control her own breathing at the same time. Percy didn't respond, he only kept cutting her shirt off, fingers lightly brushing over the material of her bra. 
She held her breath when he did that, whether it was on purpose of not, the feeling it sent through her body made her want to repeatedly bash her head against a solid wall while ripping her eyes out... in a good way of course. 
Percy finally cut her shirt fully off and it just slid down her arms and bunched at the bottom, near the tree. She felt exposed and could feel the goosebumps on her exposed skin. Percy didn't waste any time and grabbed a clean towel and his water bottle.
Before he could drenched it in water, she stopped him by kicking him with her uncompromised leg to indicate he needed to stop. This instantly stopped him and caused him to look at her. 
"Give me the water bottle before you soak the towel, if the water is warm it will work better and not hurt as much so i'll just heat it up" Percy thought about it for a second before he retaliated.
"You already aren't well enough to get off the ground, how on earth are you going to make it back to camp if you drain yourself of more energy. I know its going to hurt but it will either way, but getting you back to camp is the priority at the moment" Percy didnt want to say those words to the girl, he felt so bad for her and he couldn't help but blame himself. And when he looked into her eyes, like really looked into her eyes after he said that, he wished he could take it back.
Just looking at her made him want to give into her. 
"I can take it, I promise, I'll be okay enough to get back to camp, but I'm telling you now Percy, if I feel anymore extreme pain, I will just end up passing out. Please just let me do this." she tried to move closer to the boy but forgot about the fact that she literally could not move a single inch without his help. 
This just lead the boy to wrap his arm around her back and lent her against the tree again. He looked at her with a stern look.
"Okay, you win. But you have to promise on the river Styx that you will preserve every other bit of your energy for the ride back home." 
"I swear on the River Styx that I will preserve every other bit of my energy for the ride back to camp" He gave her one last look before giving her the water bottle. She focused some most of her energy to her hands and they started to glow. She took the bottle from percy's hand and he could feel the warmth radiate off of her. 
He looked at her in awe but if anyone else was there they would have told you that the boy was love struck. She opened her eyes and made sure to not boil the water. As it was simmering, she gave the bottle back to the boy and he instantly uncapped it and poured the, now warm, water onto the towel. 
"This is going to hurt... a lot, and by a lot i mean a lot, you might want to brace yourself" the boy said as he gave his flannel back to her and some ambrosia for her to eat before they start the painful part of fixing her up.
Aurora took both and muttered a small thanks under her breath before eating the ambrosia which was very pleasant to chew and then stuffed percy's flannel in her mouth again. She felt so weird but if she didnt and someone heard her scream bloody murder, they would get caught and the police would want them... again.
His ocean blue eyes met her honey eyes and he shared a look of regret and guilt before he wiped the dried blood away, starting from the bottom of her abdomen. She instantly clenched her jaw and recoiled as agony ran through her and her hand immediately shot out to grab Percy's wrist in a painfully tight hold to stop him from further cleaning the wounds that caused her pain.
"Sunshine, I know its painful, but I have to do this, I'm going to do this as fast and gently as I can but I will have to be rough at times" he gently takes his freehand to clasp over hers and took it of him and intertwined them while speaking to her. 
In his favour, it seemed that the energy it took the girl to warm the water up finally caught up with her as her hand lost most of its grip and her eyes closed slightly. He chuckled slightly and placed her hand back down next to her before continuing what he was doing.
He carefully but efficiently cleaned the areas surrounding her wounds while she was rejuvenating. He would hear muffled noises from time to time but other than that she was essentially knocked out. As he finished she seemed to feel less tired and her eyes opened wider than they did before.
"I'm almost finished sunshine, did you like your nap?" the boy questioned with a smirk but deep down he was glad that she kept her promise and she would have enough energy to go back to camp.
The girl nodded and looked at her abdomen. It was really clean and the wounds were barely bleeding anymore but she was fucking freezing. She shivered a little bit and percy could tell instantly.
"I've just got to bandage you up then you can put a jumper on. Okay?" he reassured her while taking the sterile dressing, he placed it over the 4 slashes and began to unwrap the dressing to bandage her up.
They both soon found the position to be quite awkward. 
Percy needed to bandage her whole abdomen which needed him to wrap the dressing over her back but she was lent up against the tree without a shirt on and unable to move to do it herself. He stopped to think of a good way to do this.
"Okay, I've got it. I'll lean you up against me and bandage your abdomen from behind." The girl thought for a bit before she agreed and the boy got up so he was only seen in her peripheral vision. He hooked his arms under hers and moved her along the ground to sit inbetween his legs. The position felt very compromising for both of them but it needed to be done.
She could feel his warm breath on her cold neck and she felt the urge to pass away because if thats how she passed, she would not mind. She held her breath as Percy begun wrapping her abdomen, she could barely feel the pain cause all she could think about and feel was him.
His breath on her neck, his fingers brushing her skin, how carefully he was handling her, like she would break at the wrong touch. He was everything she wanted, everything she needed. Everything they both deserved.
He quickly finished wrapping her up and he mentally called Blackjack from where ever he was right now. Before he could move or start to get things sorted he just looked at Aurora. She was peaceful. She looked ethereal under the moonlight, though she did look better under direct sunlight.
He decided to just stay still for a bit and wrapped an arms around the girl loosely as to not injure or hurt her more. They just needed some rest, no matter how long or short it was.
Both Aurora and Percy could hear the flap of Blackjacks wings so he quickly moved the girl back to lean against the tree while he packed everything away. Not before making sure to torniquet the girls leg where the wood piece was still protruding out of it. He made the decision before to not take it out as they both did not know how severe the injury underneath it was.
Percy grabbed a warm, woolly jumper from his bag and a blanket and gave both items to the girl before zipping it up.
"I'm going to find your bag and your bracelet before we leave, and before you say anything. I'm going to call Blackjack here to be with you before I look for them" he stated as he got up.
"Thanks a lot Perce, but before you look, how am I meant to put this jumper on without raising my arms and disrupting my bandages" Percy felt like an idiot. He dropped his bag back on the ground and knelt next to her carefully putting the jumper through one arms hole, then the next, then her head through.
Percy would never admit it there and then but he always loved when the girl would wear his clothes. It sent a warm fuzzy feeling through him knowing she was wearing his clothes, especially when she was willingly wearing his clothes. 
Similarly, Aurora would never admit it there but having Percy help her get changed into his clothes and help clean her up made her fall even more in love with him if that was even possible. She felt as though she was just falling into deep pit everytime he did anything for her or even just looked her way. 
He finished by wrapping her up in the blanket and chuckled when he saw how she looked... Exactly like a burrito. 
Blackjack came down and the girls eyes instantly widened at the sight of the creature. To which the boy just smiled at. Before he left to retrieve her bag and bracelet which were very easy to find. He quickly arrived back to the girl and Pegasus and was met with an adorable sight.
The Pegasus was on the floor next to the girl and was almost hugging her with its wing. Percy didnt think he could fall in love with the girl again but she has gone and proved him wrong, like always. 
"I've got your things sunshine, and I know its going to hurt but I'm going to have to pick you up to put you on Blackjack. Is that okay?" He knelt next to her and she nodded.
He wrapped an arm around her back and one under her knees, making sure not to hit the piece of wood and picked the girl up, quite easily, bridal style. It make them both feel fuzzy and warm inside. Even blackjack could feel the warmth.
He placed her sitting on the Pegasus so she would be infront of him when he got on. He then grabbed both of their bags and got onto blackjack himself. 
"You'd normally need to hold on tight to blackjack but I'll hold you okay? Just rest" The boy whispered in her ear as he gave her a peck on her cheek while she slowly drifted off and leaned her head back onto the boy's shoulder.
"Blackjack, No crazy flying today. We aren't at war today, its a rest day. Just take us back to camp, quick but not to the point we normally fly." Blackjacks reply left Percy with pink staining his cheeks and they made their way back to camp.
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OH MY FUCKING DAYS, I AM NEVER WRITING ANYTHING THIS LONG AGAIN
(such a fucking lie)
But I have to honest, apart from the small mental breakdowns. This was really fun to write. I love these two soo much.
When I went into this, I wanted to actually get them back to camp and I wanted them to confess but it was getting tooooooo long for that so if anyone wants a part 2, I'll gladly make it. Please dont critique me too much, this is still my first imagine 😭😭😭
I LOVE YOU ALL ❤️❤️❤️
unless you piss me off
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George Weasley x she/her Hufflepuff!reader
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Would You Be So Kind
It truly isnt fair. It hasnt been for years. To be precise, you have been living an unjustifiably cruel life for the past four years, almost to the day.
You remember it like it was yesterday; the excitement bubbling in you as the train travelled closer and closer to your new school, your school for magic. The very kind Harry Potter had given you a seat in his carriage, alongside another boy who you came to know as Ron Weasley. It was their first year, too, and they were both as excited as you were, but unlike you, they could verbalise their excitement and hold actual conversations. Meanwhile, you sat and watched the world blur by through the windows on the other side of the carriage door, since both boys were situated by the carriage window. As the snack trolley arrived, and the sweet old lady asked if any of you would be buying anything, there was a steady thudding down the train, growing louder as it neared; until two taller red-headed boys almost ran directly into the trolley. Upon being stopped, they smiled at Ron through the door.
“Just our luck, we’ve only ended up by Ron’s carriage!” One of the twins teased, laughing.
The other twin chuckled along with his brother, then gestured to Harry. “Go on then, introduce us to your new friends!”
Ron sighed dramatically. “Harry Potter.”
The first twin that had spoken, Fred, raised his eyebrows. “Blimey!”
Harry waved politely. “Hello!”
The second twin that had spoken, George, smiled at you kindly.
“And who’s this?”
You realised he was looking to you for an answer to that question, and considering the question was only asking your name, it seemed a reasonable one to ask you, but at that exact moment you discovered that you could not speak.
“That’s (Y/N).” Ron answered for you, much to your relief, but the embarrassment had already set in, and you avoided everyone’s eyes, choosing instead to stare down at your lap.
George Weasley squeezed between the trolley and the carriage door partially, leaning just slightly closer to you.
“Hey, dont worry, everyone’s nervous on their first day. It’ll all feel normal in no time!” He encouraged sweetly, a gesture that was completely unnecessary in the circumstance of you two still being strangers, but when you lifted your head and met the genuine smile on George Weasley’s face, your heart seemed to recognise him.
In the four years that have passed since that day, your interactions with George have been minimal. You couldn’t help feeling gutted when the sorting hat sent you to the Hufflepuff table. Though you realised almost immediately that it was where you belonged, it put a further rift between you and the boy that already felt a million miles away with the two year age gap alone. Thankfully, despite being restricted to a different common room, you did have regular classes with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and the most intelligent person you’d ever met: Hermione Granger. The three of them being in a different house didn’t seem to deter them from maintaining their friendship with you, and although you do have friends in your own house by now, you still frequently enjoy the company of the Golden Trio. And on a few, precious, perfect occasions, being with them has caused you to cross paths with George Weasley.
Especially in your first year, during which you and Hermione spent almost every free period in the library. It wasn’t guaranteed, but the possibility of a teacher sending Fred and George to fetch a particular book from the library was a decently common occurrence. You had never known a teacher to not have a book they needed already in their classroom, but upon asking Ron about it, he said his older brothers likely went into classrooms beforehand to steal books and put them in the library in order to have an excuse to leave lessons. This rebellious streak made George all the more appealing to you, unfortunately. But it wasnt merely the reason for their visits to the library that worsened your symptoms; every single time Fred and George wandered into the library, George would spot you and give you that same genuine smile. And every single time, you would smile back, completely flustered. So flustered in fact, that you had been known to drop the library books you were carrying to yours and Hermione’s chosen table, or you would trip over your own feet and Hermione would rush over to help you, while George gave you a worried expression that you treasured, followed by the question of whether you were alright.
“Always the clutz!” You would say, making him laugh.
Eventually, it happened enough times for him to make that comment before you could.
Obviously, witnessing those interactions in first year meant Hermione was completely clued in on your crush. Back then, it felt very childish to even consider the possibility of him having any interest in you, because you quite literally were a child, not even a teenager yet, like he was. And as children often do, you expected to grow out of your childhood crush. But much to your dismay, George Weasley would not allow that.
The older you got, the more comfortable you got with casually bumping into the Weasley twins, always saying hello to George and then Fred in order to try and hint that you were in love with him. It didnt work, but you kept trying.
You’d wave at them in passing, exchange small talk on occasion, and George would always give you that same smile. Ever since second year, when he and Fred arrived back at Hogwarts having had an extreme growth spurt, that smile would look down at you, and that only made things worse. Especially when that growth spurt didn’t seem to stop, and George’s smile kept lifting further and further out of your reach. And let’s not forget your third year, when George grew his hair out to frame that smile high above you. A masterpiece that was definitely worth framing, you thought. Honestly, if he had kept his hair that long, you dont know if you would have survived.
By now, your Hufflepuff friends as well as the Golden Trio are all too aware of your crush on George Weasley. Ron, in particular, loves to tease you about it. When Hermione gave you the password to the Gryffindor common room in your third year so that you could meet her in her dormitory to study, Ron had grinned cheekily.
“Something tells me (Y/N)’ll be using that password more than any of us!” He teased, and despite the fact his joke was incredibly vague in its exact meaning, you were mortified, because the twins happened to walk by at that exact moment.
“Ooh, a Hufflepuff’s got our password? Do we have a fellow rebel on our hands?” Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you buried your face in your hands.
“No!” You squeaked.
George leant down to nudge you gently. “Hey, if you get caught sneaking in, just say we gave you the password.”
And again, his voice pulled you from your own embarrassment, right back to that smile.
It is honestly infuriating how kind he is to you. Even now, in fourth year, you aren’t in any way used to it, because George seems to excel in charms more and more, both inside and out of a classroom, every year. Just today, you happened to be walking across the courtyard when you spotted George totally by chance, laughing with Fred, and the sight of him so happy was distracting enough to make you trip and fall in the grass. Initially, you cursed yourself for walking without Hermione to assist you if you fell, and you scrambled onto your knees to pick up your scattered books. It was then, you felt a large hand press ever so delicately against your back.
“Always the clutz?” He had chuckled, and your heart skipped a beat simply because he remembered an inside joke from your first year.
Then, George was helping you pick up your books, and soon enough Fred ran over to help you, too. Fred took ahold of your books while George helped you back to your feet, the pair of Weasley’s towering over you, but you couldn’t look away from George.
“Thank you.” Was all you could manage as Fred passed you your books.
You saw that smile, and then you were scampering off before your heart could leap right out of your chest.
Now, you’re pacing around the Gryffindor common room while Hermione, Ron and Harry sit on one sofa, their eyes watching you as you embody your stress.
“Why the HELL does he do this?! What did I do to deserve this kind of torture!?!” You sigh, raking your fingers through your hair.
The fireplace crackles obnoxiously, setting your teeth on edge. If it wasn’t the only current source of light in the room, you would take your shoes off to stomp it out with your bare feet, it’d be less painful than - and a wonderful distraction from - thinking about George Weasley.
Ron laughs. “It’s hardly torture, (Y/N), he helped you up when you fell over.”
Your fiery gaze makes him shrink into the sofa, and Hermione elbows him in the ribs for good measure.
“It is absolutely torture for George Weasley - an infamous prankster - to show unwavering kindness to (Y/N); anyone with a crush on him would be smitten by him treating them differently to everyone else!” Hermione corrects him, and you nod at her gratefully as you continue your pacing.
“Sometimes I wish one of you would Obliviate me so I’d forget that first day on the train, and every moment with him after. It’d save me YEARS of pain! I am tired.” You groan in frustration, shaking your head.
“Well, have you tried telling him?” Harry speaks up, and you spin on your heel, staring at him like he’s insane.
“Of course she hasn’t! The lack of answers is what has made this so much worse, you simply must tell him!” Hermione pleads, and you scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest as heat rises to your face.
“So, what? You think I should just waltz right up to him and say ‘Hey, George, not sure if you’re aware but I thought I’d let you know that I’m head over heels in love with you and I’d appreciate it if you could act like a total dick to me so I can get over this because there is no way in hell you feel the same way’?” You pause to laugh. “Hermione, Im gonna be honest, I think I would rather take the entire school population’s OWL’s in one sitting.” The silence that follows your words makes you frown. “What? Do you actually think I should say that to him? Are you all in deluded agreement?!”
The three of them stare at you with wide eyes.
“U-Uh, (Y/N)...” Ron utters nervously, making your stomach twist with worry.
“You might want to...turn around.” Harry finishes Ron’s sentence, and your blood runs cold.
Swallowing hard, you shake your head. “No, no I don’t think I want to turn around. Actually, I am suddenly overwhelmingly tired, hope you don’t mind Hermione but I’m going to take a quick nap in your bed right this second-“ You attempt to run past the sofa, but Hermione grabs hold of you, stopping you.
“Good thing you wont have to take all those OWL’s.” A voice says from behind you, and you have never wished harder that you had a talent for falling unconscious, or dying, on command.
The room is silent again, save for the fire still crackling away. Hermione’s arms slowly let go of you, recognising that you are as good as petrified.
“C’mon, we’d better give these two some space.” You hear Fred say, and then he’s ushering the Golden trio up the stairs, into their dormitories.
Closing your eyes, you lift your left hand to pinch your right arm as hard as you can, but to no avail. This is not a dream, and you are doomed.
“(Y/N), look at me.” George pleads, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before.
You shake your head. “Cant.”
His voice is closer to you when he speaks up again. “Why?”
You open your eyes, focussing your gaze on the wall ahead of you. “Because I won’t be able to think straight if I do.”
And despite not being able to see him, you can hear the genuine shock in George’s voice. “I didn’t know you had it that bad…I’m sorry, (Y/N).”
You sigh, nodding slowly. “No, it’s alright, really. You were only being nice. Admittedly, you being a dick to me would have been a much kinder form of rejection than this, but at least I can say goodbye to the days of chest pains and speechlessness.”
George’s voice is even closer now. “Oh, (Y/N).” And before you can register what’s happening, George’s much larger hand has wrapped around yours and gently pulled you around to face him. “I wasn’t apologising for leading you on, because I haven’t been. I was apologising for not plucking up the courage to be honest with you sooner. If you’re looking for rejection, I’m afraid I’m not the man.”
You blink rapidly, very much struggling to wrap your head around George’s words, especially when he’s standing so close to you, holding your hand, and looking down at you like that.
“But...how? How long have you…?” The objective to ask a simple question is failed, your mind scrambled by too many things that all fall under the umbrella term of George Weasley.
“Well, I’ve noticed that you only seem to fall over, trip over, and get all shy when I’m talking to you. Even asked Ron if you act like that around anyone else, he said no.” George explains, smiling away, and you have to focus as hard as you can to not swoon right in front of him. He checked that you only acted that way around him?
“Remind me to kick Ron’s ass for not telling me you did that, but there’s a more pressing matter at hand.” You clarify, causing George to laugh as he nods.
“Agreed.”
You sigh, your gaze falling to the floor. “I know you know that I like you, but that’s not enough-“
George interrupts you, shaking his head dramatically. “I like you, (Y/N)! Im just a wuss! Wussiest Gryffindor around! Maybe I should’ve been put in Hufflepuff…”
Your head snaps up as you gasp and playfully smack George on the shoulder for his house-ist comment, making him chuckle.
“In all seriousness, though, we don’t know each other that well, but we clearly have some kind of mutual attraction to each other, and I don’t see the harm in figuring out what that means.” He suggests, shrugging casually, and your stomach flips, a beaming smile taking over your face and confirming to George that you’re onboard with his idea. “Okay, so, do you want to accompany me to the library for some studying?”
You’re about to answer when the two of you hear Hermione shouting from the room above.
“GEORGE WEASLEY, (Y/N) DESERVES MORE THAN A FIRST DATE OF STUDYING!”
Casting your gazes up to the ceiling, you both laugh, and George nods as he glances back down at you.
“She’s right.” He looks back up at the ceiling. “CAN I TAKE HER TO HOGSMEADE?”
And through the ceiling, Hermione shouts a reply. “THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!”
You and George share a laugh, and then he takes both of your hands in his. “So, would you care to accompany me to Hogsmeade, (Y/N)?”
With that same beaming smile still stretching across your face, you nod frantically. “Of course!”
George grins back at you. “Let’s go then!”
Your eyes almost fall out of your skull. “Now?”
George chuckles. “Yeah, why not?”
You nod. “Okay, give me a few minutes to get ready!”
And before he can reply, you’ve run up the stairs and into Hermione’s dormitory.
After some intensive squealing, jumping around and panicked exchanges of utter gibberish, Hermione is digging through her trunk and throwing every oversized jumper she finds at you. There isnt time for you to run back to the Hufflepuff common room, that’s acknowledged without you or Hermione needing to mention it, but you also need to wear a jumper that goes with the rest of your outfit.
A few minutes of frustratedly trying on and throwing off jumpers pass, and then there’s a light knock on the dormitory door.
“(Y/N)?” George calls, and your eyes widen.
“Just a minute!” You squeak.
George chuckles through the door. “I was just going to say that you can always wear one of my jumpers, if you cant find something of Hermione’s.”
Feeling faint all of a sudden, you sit down on Hermione’s bed, and she runs to you, grabbing your hands and giving you an excited, squealy grin. She knows as well as you do that this has been one of your dreams since first meeting George, and Hermione wastes no time in pulling you to your feet and pushing you to the door.
When you open it, George is leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face and one of the Christmas jumpers his mother has made him folded up in his hands, which he holds out to you without a word. You cant hide your elation as you stick your arms through the far-too-long sleeves and poke your head through the hole, pulling the jumper down your body until it’s practically halfway down your thighs, but the big letter ‘G’ on your stomach makes you giddy all over again.
“This is even more adorable than I imagined.” George’s voice is barely above a whisper as he stares down at you, and his shyness brings about an unprecedented confidence in you as you slip your hand in his.
“So, Hogsmeade?”
And so, what was left of the daylight was spent wandering around Hogsmeade with George Weasley. The two of you visited Honeydukes, in which George spoilt you by discretely purchasing every sweet your eyes lit up at, using up some of his portion of earnings from his and Fred’s inventions. He did so discreetly because he knew if you saw him doing it, you would have stopped him, and when he presented you with a bag of sweets that you’d unknowingly selected, you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so you settled with jumping up to plant a kiss on his cheek before running into Zonko’s Joke Shop. For a few seconds, George stood outside Honeydukes with his fingertips tracing the place on his cheek where your lips had been, in utter bewilderment. And then, with a dazzling smile, he ran after you. In Zonko’s, you paid George back by purchasing him some Dungbombs, Nose-Biting Teacups, and some Sugar Quills when he was wandering around the shop with a distracted, awestruck expression. As you left, you surprised George with a small bag of gifts just like he had done for you, and in return he leant down to kiss your forehead.
In what felt like no time at all, George was walking you back to the Hufflepuff common room with an arm around your shoulders. Upon reaching the entrance, you turned to George, and you couldn’t meet his eyes; this time it wasnt because of shyness, but sadness.
“Hey, we can do this again. Tomorrow, if you like!” George squeezes your hands, giddy at the thought of spending more time with you, and effortlessly lifting your spirits just by being himself.
Smiling up at him, you nod. “That would be lovely.”
Gesturing to the long sleeves that cover your hands, which are hidden away in his, George smirks. “Keep the jumper.”
Your eyes widen, having completely forgotten that you are still wearing his jumper and therefore not even considering taking it off.
“A-Are you sure?”
George chuckles. “Of course, (Y/N). Mum makes us all a new one every year, I don’t have enough time to wear the whole collection! And, it looks better on you, anyway.”
You giggle, feeling your face heat up far more than you’re comfortable with it doing in public. “Thank you, George. I’ll treasure it.”
Your words bring a warm smile to his face. “I know.”
Then, you get an idea, and you beam. “But wait, gifts between us have previously had a price. How much does this jumper cost?”
Catching on immediately, George turns his head to the side slightly, letting go of one of your hands to tap the space on his cheek that you had previously kissed. But your idea is even better, and you shake your head mischievously.
“A jumper is more than a few sweets.” You hint, and George’s eyes widen.
“So...that means…” He trails off nervously, not wanting to make any assumptions, and you decide to answer his question without words.
Standing on your tiptoes, you let go of George’s other hand and place them both on his clothed chest, waiting patiently. Swallowing nervously, George nods.
“Right.”
And then his arms wrap around your waist, gently lifting you up just enough to reach him, and then his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, his arms holding you carefully as his lips dance against yours ever so slowly, butterflies erupting in your stomachs and fluttering around the two of you. Silent fireworks surround you, the overwhelming sensations of him enveloping you and bringing you somewhere you’ve never been, but it immediately feels like home. Pulling away from George slowly, you grin at him, and he chuckles in disbelief, gently placing you back down on the ground.
“You can have as many jumpers as you want.” George says, causing you to burst out laughing.
“Kisses come free from now on, deal?” You suggest, and George nods eagerly.
“Deal!”
Beaming at him, you take ahold of his hand one last time. “Goodnight, George.”
He surprises you by lifting your arm and leaning down to place a soft kiss against your knuckles, holding your gaze as he does.
“Until tomorrow, (Y/N). Sweet dreams.”
You watch George walk away, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds and chuckling every time he sees you still looking at him. Just before he rounds the corner, he takes the time to blow you a dramatic kiss, and you jump up to catch it with just as much dramatics, causing you both to laugh as he disappears from view, and you pass through the Hufflepuff entrance. As soon as you’re in the common room, you lean against the wall and take a deep breath with a wide smile plastered on your face, knowing with complete confidence that whatever you dream about, it will never feel as sweet as this.
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OMG IM IN LOVE WITH UR JESS MARIANO FICCS!! can i request a jess mariano x reader? the reader is a naturally loud and bubbly person. reader is talking to jess abt something they're excited abt, but realize that theyve been talking the entire time and jess hasnt said anything, reader automatically shuts down and stops themselves bc they're always told that theyre too loud and talk to much. i need the comfort fics😢😢 <3
jess assures you when you're insecure.
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warning(s): insecurity ( r thinks they talk too much )
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you had been mid-rant, jess fresh on break with a tea towel over his shoulder and hair tousled from the aftermath of mid-afternoon rush in luke’s café. when you had entered, the chaos of people leaving, jess breathed a sigh of relief and his uncle granted him his break.
you were talking about your long day at college – filled with dramatic students and unsympathetic professors, jess was sitting across from you, head perched on his palm staring at you.
“… i didn’t do one of the readings because i used that time to see you instead, god forbid i have a social life because he didn’t care… he just looked right at me and said that i should’ve known the answer.”
jess quirks a smile, a simple ‘how was your day?’ turning into a ramble that he didn’t dare interrupt. he knew you were interested in him, you just needed to offload and then you’d ask how his day was – even though his was significantly more boring than yours.
“anyways, i met paris for a bit during our free periods – she drove down and we grabbed some lunch. so that made me feel better, oh they had the best black coffee! paris loved it! i should take you sometime-”
you take notice into how jess is staring at you, your energy yields as you take it for boredom rather than admiration, the relationship was still fairly new in your defence.
“i would love that, baby,” jess replies.
your eyebrows furrow, your finger that previously runs across jess’ free palm stops. jess matches your expression, hand cupping yours with a small, “what’s just happened?” confused by the sudden silence and change of energy.
“no, sorry, was just rambling. i haven’t even asked you how your day was…” you trail off, looking down to your hands to avoid eye contact in case you might cry. jess tries to meet your gaze, head lobbing down, “it’s okay, i like listening to you talk.”
you look at him, eyes wide and confused, “you do?” jess’ heart throbs in his chest, unsure if you’ve been called out on being talkative or upbeat before, but a topic he’ll bring up another time. “’course, baby.”
your biting your lip anxiously, the need to kiss him very much sitting in your heart, if only you weren’t in the company of small-town eyes – babette sitting across the room. “how was your day?” you ask jess, smiling happily when he takes both your hands in his.
“alright, kirk saying this, dean annoying the living the hell outta me. but tell me more about the café. we could go on friday after your college class, yeah?”
you couldn’t help following your heart in leaning over and kissing jess, even if it was only for a few seconds.
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